Keegan

I’VE BEEN IN CLIFTON FALLS for a while now. When I first got taken out of my uncle’s car by Rage, I figured I’d heal from the beating and then move on. It’s what I’ve been doing for sixteen years. Stay in a town until I don’t feel safe and then move on to the next town. It’s no way to live, but it’s what I had to do to survive.

Now, everything has changed. I have family here and Rage and Kasey are here. Rage has been by my side since he pulled my beaten body out of that car. Through the entire healing process, not wanting to go out of his room at the clubhouse, and even now at the house they put me in. His little girl Kasey is so cute too, and he’s so good with her.

About a week after I started staying in the house, even though I wasn’t necessarily a domestic violence victim, he asked me to watch her. So, now my days are filled with playing with Kasey and getting to know my family again. Rage is always there.

Now, it’s been months and I’ve settled into a nice routine. I spend time with Whitney, Sami, and their little family during the day. At night, I’m always alone. I don’t really talk to anyone else and I don’t go anywhere. No one is out looking for me necessarily, I just am scared to go out. I always seem to find trouble. It doesn’t matter where I am or what I’m doing.

“Keegan, you here?” Rage calls through the door.

“In the kitchen,” I answer back.

Rage walks in with Kasey and I can see the laughter that’s filling his eyes. The kitchen is a complete mess as I’ve been experimenting on new recipes for cakes and candy. Cooking and baking is one of my secret passions and I don’t usually share it with anyone. Not even Whitney when I go over to help her.

“Um, you know you have flour all over your face, right?” he asks me, moving farther into the kitchen.

“Do I?” I ask, laughter bubbling out of me.

“Yeah. Here, let me get it for you,” he says, walking right up to me.

As Rage goes to wipe the flour off my face, my breath catches. Since the day I first saw him, Rage makes me feel things I haven’t ever felt. I’m sure it’s not the same for him, so I keep this to myself. Especially when he’s not the type I usually go for.

Rage is tall with dark hair. Most days he has it spiked up, but some days he doesn’t do a thing with it and I just want to run my fingers through it. His eyes are a dark brown that I could fall into if I let myself. You can tell that Rage works hard with the muscles I see on a daily basis. And his tattoos are amazing. They cover his upper body and when I say I wouldn’t mind tracing each and every one of them, I’m not lying. It’s not just his looks though. Rage is sweet, attentive, he adores his little girl, and he has a protective streak a mile wide.

Once he’s done wiping the flour off my face, he stares down into my eyes. It’s almost as if he’s searching for something. I’m not sure what it is though. Before anything can be done, Kasey pushes herself in between us.

“Can I help you today Keegan?” she asks.

“Absolutely!” I tell her.

“Well, I’ll let you two do your thing and I’ll be outside.”

I watch Rage walk away and I get lost in my own thoughts. That is until Kasey pulls me back to reality. She’s such a smart little girl and I love spending time with her. This is what I missed out on when I was growing up. Being able to be carefree and do as my heart desired. I always had to be mindful of my dad and stay out of his way. My mom was never there for me. Her alcohol was too important. If I ever have kids, I’m not going to be like my parents. I’ll be for them whatever they need or want. They’ll be just like Kasey and the rest of the kids I’ve seen around the club.

Rage

The day I saw Keegan, my life started to brighten up again. Losing Storm was one of the worst days of my life. Storm was my best friend. In my mind, we were moving towards something more, but I don’t know if she felt the same way. Now, we’ll never know if she was my one and only. The way that Keegan’s making me feel, I think that she might be that. If only I could get out of my own head and try again.

Keegan is extremely beautiful. Even covered from head to toe in bruises she was the most beautiful woman I’ve seen. She doesn’t even realize it. She’s got the same chestnut colored hair as Whitney and Sami with eyes the color of warm chocolate. In my opinion she’s too skinny, but I can see that she’s been putting some weight on since she doesn’t have to worry about where her next meal is coming from. Keegan is kind, willing to do anything for anyone, and she loves my daughter. I can see it in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking. There’s a sadness and longing there too when she does things with Kasey. She wants to be a mom she just hasn’t ever been given a chance to settle down. I’ll make sure that changes.

Kasey and her have been in the kitchen for a few hours now. Walking in and seeing her covered in flour is about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. It shows how carefree she can be and that she gets completely involved in whatever task she’s working on. Keegan doesn’t care what she looks like or what anyone thinks of her. To me, that’s sexy. She’s confident in most things even if she’s been to hell and back multiple times. The only time I ever see her unsure of herself is when it comes to the opposite sex, especially me.

“Rage, we wanted to ask you something,” Keegan says from inside the door. I can tell she’s nervous as hell.

“What’s up, babe?”

“Well, I wanted to make stuffed shells for dinner tonight. It’s way too much for me to eat myself, so I was wondering if you and Kasey would like to join me,” she says, immediately looking down and away from me.

I walk over to the screen door and pull it open. Grabbing her chin enough to look up at me, I wait until I have her eyes to answer. “I’d be honored to have dinner with you tonight. Are you sure that’s what you want?”

She has to know that there’s something going on between us. I’m not the only one that feels it. Maybe that’s why it’s mainly me she seems so unsure of. I’ll find out because I’m going to make it my mission to insert myself in her life. If what I already feel starts to grow, then Keegan is going to be in trouble. She won’t have a chance against becoming mine.

“It’s what I want,” she says, licking her kissable lips.

“Then I’m here.”

I look over her shoulder to see where my daughter is. She’s happily mixing something in the kitchen. There’s no way I can wait another second to taste Keegan. Lowering my head to hers, I brush my lips against hers and I feel her gasp beneath my mouth. Using that to my advantage, I sweep my tongue in her mouth and it feels like I’ve come home. Keegan’s fate was just sealed, she will be mine.

The End