The MC Sinners Series 2 - Heaven's sinners (24 page)

“It wasn’t your fault,” I rasp, feeling my voice shake. Fuck, here it comes. I don’t wanna show pain in front of him, but it ain’t backin’ down. “It was mine. I was just lookin’ for someone to blame, because I wasn’t about to face that I put her in that position. It’s on me, Cade.”

Cade nods, his eyes glassy. Fuck.
Fuck
.

“Can we move past this? Can we try and be friends? ‘Coz fuck, Spike, I don’t ever wanna see you where you were yesterday, and not have told you I fuckin’ love you.”

That’s it for me. I turn my head away, my chest heaving with emotion. Fuckin’ pussy,
suck it up
. Cade puts a hand on my shoulder, and I turn to face him again. “You fuckin’ scared me, do you hear me? You fuckin’ scared me.”

A single, lone tear slides down my cheek. “I thought I was fuckin’ dead, Cade. I thought it was fuckin’ done. Never been so fuckin’ scared that I wouldn’t wake up again.”

My body shakes, and Cade leans forward, gripping my head and bringing it to his gut. He wraps both arms around it, and he just holds me there. It’s a very brutal hug, and I feel like a fuckin’ girl, but fuck, I can’t stop my body shaking. I can’t stop it no matter how hard I try. I nearly died. I nearly fuckin’ died. I was a fuckin’ idiot, and I nearly left everybody broken,
again
.

“You fuckin’ do that to me again, I’ll put you on your ass,” Cade chokes from above me.

We stay in that position for a while, and then Cade lets me go. He takes a deep breath to control his emotions. I slowly stop trembling, and manage to crush the fear back down where it came from. I can’t live with it. I won’t let anything else destroy me. I glance up at Cade, and I know he deserves my forgiveness. I know he deserves it more than anyone. I reach out my hand and he looks down at it.

“I know I fucked up, buddy. I treated you like a dog, and it wasn’t on you. I can’t take back what I did, but I can ask for us to move on and be friends again. So, what do you say? Friends?”

Cade reaches over, slapping his hand into mine, and gently pulling me back into his fuckin’ gut. Soft ass.

“You stupid fuckin’ idiot, we never stopped bein’ friends.”

I snort.

He laughs.

And just like that, the past is forgotten.

“G
od, Spike,” I cry as he thrusts in and out of my body, plunging deep.

“Baby, no fuckin’ sex for four weeks, ain’t no way in shit I am stoppin’ this anytime soon.”

His hands are in my hair, and I’m bent over the empty bar at the Hell’s Knights compound. It’s risky, anyone could walk in, but we don’t care. We’ve been fucking like rabbits for the past two weeks. Before that, Spike had to take it easy, and that meant no sex. He suffered too, every damn day. Poor thing.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I mewl, pushing my ass into his pelvis.

He wraps a hand around my belly, and gently strokes as he thrusts his cock in and out. “Gotta go easy, baby, can’t hurt you.”

I don’t listen; I’m too close to coming. I grip the bar harder, and feel myself building higher and higher as he slams into me harder and harder. I come a moment later, losing my mind for a split second. I cry out, and Spike follows suit, pumping his release into me and growling loudly. I release one hand, and find my clit, rubbing every shudder from my body. Spike’s growling subsides, and gently he pulls out of me, pulling me up into a standing position with him. He runs his hands over my dress, dropping it back down, and then he pulls up his jeans. He keeps his chest pressed to my back, as he runs his hands down my belly.

“You okay in there, junior?”

I giggle.

Two weeks after Spike’s surgery, I found out I was, in fact, pregnant. All along, I had been carrying his child. We found out just after he got home from hospital, and surprisingly, he was thrilled. Something about a near death experience making him pull his head out of his ass.

“She’s fine,” I smile, leaning my head back into his shoulder.

“Or he.”

“Oh no, totally a she.”

He grunts. “More females.”

I spin around, gripping his hair and bringing his lips down over mine. “We’re not so bad.”

“No, babe, you ain’t.”

I grin up at him, and he runs a finger down over my nose and stops at my lips. “You know, I’m still punishing you for disobeying me?” he growls.

“How long are you going to punish me?” I ask innocently, batting my eyelashes at him.

“Oh, for fuckin’ months, baby.”

I giggle, and he grips my hair, his eyes flaring with lust.

“Goin’ to put my hand to your ass many more times before I’m through...”

I lean up, and bite his lower lip. “So long as you’re deep inside me while you’re doing it, I don’t mind.”

“Fuck, Tom Cat, you’re makin’ me hard again.”

I pull back, giggling. “You’re always hard.”

He snorts. “I’ll show you hard in a minute.”

I beam up at him, and then suddenly I remember something I needed to give him. My eyes widen, and a big smile stretches across my face.

“What are you smilin’ like that for?” he grins.

“Wait here.”

He raises his brows as I turn and rush to my purse; I gather what I need out of it and hurry back. He’s still standing, watching me with a curious expression. I step forward, feeling my heart beginning to pound.

“Close your eyes.”

“Seriously?” he mumbles.

“Yes, seriously, now do it.”

He closes his eyes with a sigh, and I reach for his hand. He raises it up, and I gently secure a bracelet around his wrist. My chest tightens as I look down at it, remembering the day I gave it to him, and also the day he gave it back to me. I hurt him, he hurt me, but finally we’ve managed to make it through. He opens his eyes and stares down at the bracelet on his wrist, and then he looks up and stares into mine with an expression loaded with emotion.

“I gave this to you a long time ago, promising that I would always be there for you. I wasn’t there for you when I should have been, and I let my hurt get in the way. You gave this back to me, because I hurt you, and now I’m returning it. I want you to know I’ll always be here for you, Spike. No matter what happens in life, I will never abandon you again. That’s my promise to you.”

His eyes scan my face. “Fuck, Tom Cat...you’re makin’ my heart do crazy things.”

I step up closer to him. “You’ve been making my heart do crazy things for a long time now, I’m just glad I finally get to share it with you.”

He smiles down at me, his eyes full of love. “Fuckin’ love you, you know that, yeah?”

I beam. “Yeah, I know that.”

“Just makin’ sure you know, now and for the rest of your life.”

I grip his jaw, and pull his face to mine, crushing our lips together. He kisses me with ferocity, and I return it, groaning and tangling my fingers in his shirt. We stay like that for a long while, just kissing, loving and showing each other everything we’ve so desperately wanted to show for years. When we pull apart, we’re both smiling, both happy, both content. We made a promise to each other, here and now, but this time...

This time we’re going to keep it.

A
fter we get over kissing and enjoying each other, Spike and I finally turn and leave the bar. We walk into the yard to find everyone else, and that’s when I see Addison, on her knees, arms around...is that a girl? Spike and I glance at each other, and rush over. Addi is soothing a pretty, dark haired girl, who is sobbing like a small, broken child. When she looks up, I gasp. Her face is busted up, and she’s got blood running down her face. Some of it has dried, other parts are still fresh. Her eyes, I think they are brown, are bloodshot and frantic.

“Can you tell me your name?” Addi asks the girl.

I hear boots crunching, and look up to see Jackson and Cade rushing out. “What’s goin’ on?” Jackson asks, kneeling down. “Who is this Addi?”

Addi looks at him. “I don’t know, she just walked in.”

The girl looks up, and she begins to cry again. “Please,” she croaks. “Please don’t send me back out there. He’s looking for me.”

“Who?” Jackson asks.

“M-m-my father. He’ll kill me. Please. I have nowhere to go. He tried to kill me, and I ran away. I can’t go back.”

“How did she stumble in here?” I ask Addi quietly.

“She just walked in, I don’t know, she just kind of...appeared.”

Odd. Why would anyone walk into a biker’s lot? Maybe she’s out of it.

“What do we do?” I ask, looking at Jackson.

“What’s your name?” he asks the girl, his eyes travelling over her body looking for more injury. They seem to soften a touch. Jackson has a soft spot for people in need of help.

“I...I...It’s Serenity.”

“Where are you from, darlin’?” he asks her gently.

“I don’t know,” she croaks, tears welling in her eyes. “I just ran away...”

“All right, all right,” he soothes. “It’s fine. We’re gonna get you all cleaned up, yeah? My daughter here is goin’ to take good care of you.”

Addi helps the girl to her feet, and I see she’s tiny. I mean, like a pixie. That’s kind of what she reminds me of. We watch as Addi takes her inside the compound, then we turn to Jackson.

“How do you think she got in here?” Cade asks, still watching Addi.

“Not sure, looks like she’s beaten pretty bad,” Jackson says.

“She looks like she hasn’t seen food in weeks,” Spike adds.

“No, whatever she’s runnin’ from, it’s fucked up. She could be more trouble than she’s worth.”

“You can’t send her back out onto the street,” I say, watching as Addi disappears into the house. “She looks like she’s got nobody.”

“Can’t keep her here,” Jackson says. “Don’t know her, and we’re an MC club.”

“You kept me here,” I protest.

He gives me a look. “You knew Cade, you were like family. That girl is a stranger.”

“She looks like she’s got no one else. Can’t we help her out, at least until she finds somewhere to go?”

Jackson sighs, but I know he’s given in to me. He is too soft. “You fuckin’ women. Fine, she can stay with one of you until you find out more about her, but she ain’t stayin’ here.”

I beam at him, then spin to Spike. “I’m going to see if Addi needs help.”

He grins down at me.

“What?” I say.

“You, you’re fuckin’ sweet, you know that?”

I flush, and lean up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. “I love you, Danny.”

He grunts, and then flashes me a grin. “Back at ya, Tom Cat.”

I smile at the group once more, and then I spin around and rush inside. When I get in, Addi is at the sink in the kitchen, washing some cloths for the mystery girls face. I walk over to the girl sitting at the table. She looks tiny in the seat, and she looks beat up, but she’s showing absolutely no fear. I know it’s strange that I would notice this, but it sparks something inside me. No one, especially not women, should be able to walk into a bikers lot and not feel any fear at all. I just can’t understand it. I tilt my head to the side, and watch her scan the room. She’s taking everything in, her eyes narrowing. She turns and looks at me, and instantly puts her broken expression back in place. 

I can’t put my finger on it.

But there’s just something not quite right here.

This girl has a story, and whatever that story is...

It ain’t pretty.

I
know you want to beat me right now, but I have to leave Serenity for Jackson’s story, Release date TBA!!!

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Author Bella Jewel