Chapter nine
Bianca
Bianca woke cocooned by her three men. They were all still dead to the world and quietly snoring. One of her hands was linked with King’s who was sprawled out on the bed next to her, Digger was cradled between her thighs and Bones was snuggled up to her side with his face buried in her neck with his hand cupping her breast. She smiled to herself and rehashed every touch and sensation from their loving.
Her free hand stroked through Digger’s thick hair and twisted it around her fingers. He seemed to purr and snuggled deeper into her. She turned her head and rested her lips on Bones’ forehead and breathed in his fresh, garden scent.
She could finally see how this would work between them. She would be the soft to their hard, peace for their turmoil and their home to return to. She prayed with every ounce of her being that their future would be secured and not ruined by Dane and his Riot goons.
She was starting to drift off again when a thunderous bang rattled the door and a voice yelled, “Church now!” Digger, King and Bones proved how agile they were as they sprung from the bed and scrambled for their clothes. She sat up and was just about to ask what was happening, when they each pulled her in for a quick kiss and headed for the door.
“We’ll be back soon,” Bones winked at her as he closed the door behind them.
She decided to have a shower and winced slightly when she got up. That was a well deserved and delicious wince, she decided. She liked that she could still feel the after effects of what happened. It was something she never wanted to forget. She’d never felt so loved, attractive or worshiped. She wished she’d had the chance to do more to them but if she was honest with herself, all the sensations and her feelings had her that overwrought it hadn’t even occurred to her at he time to reciprocate. She smiled to herself as she planned what she would do to them when they got back.
She heard the outer door open just as she was getting out of the shower. She stepped into the room, skin still wet and wrapped in only a towel. She beamed at them, as they were all staring at her with heated gazes. She felt like she wanted to strike a sultry pose but knew she could never pull it off. They moved forward and sandwiched her between them, feeling bold she reached up to loosen the knot in her towel when her hand was caught in King’s.
“As much as I want that towel gone and to spend the next few hours dirtying you up again, I know for fucking sure that we won’t leave and we need to right now.”
“Where are you going?”
“It’s club business,” Digger answered, looking strict. “We should only be gone a couple of hours.”
“We’ve brought you some food,” Bones pointed at a plate on the dresser that she hadn’t noticed, “You stay here and chill, watch TV, whatever you want. It has only been a few days since all this shit happened to you and you still need to rest. Especially as we plan to have you under us for the rest of the day.” He wiggled his eyebrows and she laughed.
They each gave her a scorching kiss and left. She sighed at the tingles that they left behind and flopped on to the bed, basking in the affection and safety that they made her feel.
Bones
Bones readjusted his junk as he got on his bike. If this wasn’t about finding out some intel on those Riot bastards, he would have debated defying Prez for the first time. It would have been worth it, whatever the punishment. Seeing Bianca with a warm rosy glow, hair wet and tangled about her like she’d just been ridden hard, had him craving her with desperation all over again. He could still smell her on his skin. He’d let the scent tease him until he could get back and do something about his hard dick.
They rode out to a run-down apartment complex that they were told had been used by Riot’s ex-VP. He was dead now, Duke saw to that, so it should be empty, though another brother may have moved in, they were sure this wasn’t going to end in a shoot out. The building was ramshackle as fuck and he could tell just by the exterior that the flats would be occupied by crack whores and pot dens. The whole place had a seedy, decayed feel about it. Some of the residents peeked out dirty windows from behind stained nets and curtains when they heard them pull up.
They walked towards the entrance, not worried about leaving their bikes behind. Anyone who so much as approached them would be cut down. Plus, the patches on their backs pretty much guaranteed that they weren’t going to be bothered by anyone. Fallen MC had a reputation that was well earned and anyone within a hundred miles knew not to fuck with them.
They went inside and his nose screwed up at the foul stench of the place. The building smelled like shit covered mould and the peeling paint and dirty floors completed the overall aesthetic. Digger kicked in the door to apartment 2D and the stale smell confirmed that no one had been there in a while.
“Try not to touch too much with bare skin, fuck knows what kind of flesh-eating disease is growing in this place. I swear, if it wouldn’t make me look like a complete pussy I’d carry Purell with me.” Digger said, making him laugh.
“We’re gonna be needing one of those nuclear disinfectant showers after being in this shit heap.” King added.
Bones headed towards the kitchen to search. They’d each take an area and be out of here quicker. Surprisingly, the kitchen was one of the cleaner areas of the apartment, clearly it had barely been used other than as a place to store rotten takeout conatiners. He just finished searching the drawers and was starting on the cabinets when he heard King shout, “Fuck!” He ran into the living room bedroom combo in time to see him punch a hole into the wall.
King
He felt his stomach sink and rage infuse every part of him when he saw photo after photo of Bianca, along with Nicole from their time spent with Riot. There were some other women he didn’t know and their pictures had all been stuffed in a drawer next to the bed. He threw them down and punched the wall, allowing the pain in his hand to clear his head somewhat.
“Son of a bitch!” Digger barked, rifling through the pictures. “Duke’s going to lose his shit when he sees these.”
King still had the few of Bianca in his hand. He nudged Digger and silently handed the pictures over. Ten seconds later Digger exploded and started turning over furniture and trashing the place. Bones tore them away from Digger and had them in his hands now. Any expressions had shut down and he stood unmoving, his eyes unwavering from what was in front of him. When Bones was quiet he knew shit was about to go down. He’d fume, plan and stew silently until it burst out of him. This was closely followed by death and mayhem.
He could picture in his head what Bones was seeing. He doubted he’d ever be able to get those images out of his head; their beautiful Bianca huddled in a corner of a room, dirty, hurt and clearly scared and crying. There was no light in her eyes and her skin looked raw. He wanted to burn them so that no one would ever see their old lady like that. He wished he could kill all those fuckers over and over again.
They searched the rest of the apartment, including the back of the toilet and the air vents and didn’t find anything that would help locate the Riot brothers. They clearly weren’t staying at this apartment so they needed to move on, but just before they left they each made sure to have a piss on everything they could.
Getting back to the compound, they went straight into church. King knew that as soon as Duke saw the photos of Nicole from when she spent time with Riot, shit would escalate rapidly. He looked forward to it. All those Riot bastards needed taking out and every hour they weren’t was another hour that Bianca was in danger. Duke and Prez were looking at something on a laptop when they noticed them stood there.
“Anything?” Prez asked.
“Nothing that helps. Did find these though.” King threw the photos on the table.
He knew the second Duke spotted the ones of Nicole. He jumped out of his seat, picked it up and threw the heavy wooden chair against the wall. He stood with his back to them, his body heaving and fists clenching. Nicole had never gone into detail about what punishments Riot handed out to her when she was with them for collateral. Well, now she didn’t need to as it was clear as fucking day in the pictures.
“Any news on this Dane guy? Got a feeling if we find him we’ll find a few of these fuckers.”
This was why Prez was the President. He was the only calm and rational person in the room at the moment. Of course, it wasn’t his old lady in the pictures. He’d sure as fuck be different if it was Shel looking out at him from the pictures, broken and battered.
“Not yet. Waiting on a few loose ends.” Digger answered through his clenched teeth. King could feel the tension rolling from the three of them. They needed this shit sorting. “Going to tug on a few today, see if we get anything back.”
“You been to pick up Bianca’s shit from her place yet?”
“No. We’ll go now.”
To be honest they were putting it off because they knew Bianca would want to go with them and they didn’t want her leaving the compound.
Back in their room they found Bianca lying on the bed, fast asleep. She was half on her stomach and side with one leg bent and her hands tucked under her chin. Her long blonde hair flowing across the pillow, shining even in the dim light. Her towel had come undone and was draped across her hiding just enough from their view to be the single most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
He pulled out his phone and took a photo - this vision was definitely worth recording for future use. He silently made a promise that he would take a photo of her happy and relaxed to replace every one of those fucking disgusting ones they’d found earlier.
He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked her mostly uncovered leg. He knew all three of them were transfixed on the sight of her stirring. She cuddled deeper into the bed before turning more towards them. Her eyes fluttered open and the blue sparkled with contentment. She smiled sleepily and he felt his heart stumble. If she wasn’t so fucking sexy, he’d say she was adorable. He had to fight the urge to lay down beside her and fall into the peacefulness that would surely be found there.
“Angel, as much as its killing me to say, you need to get up and dressed.”
“Why?” she yawned, showing them all of her teeth.
She reached out her hands, wanting to touch them and pull them to her. He grasped one and Bones the other. He loved the feeling of her little hand in his.
“We’re going to your apartment. We figured you’d want your own things. Plus, we can pack up your stuff and put it in storage. You won’t be going back there anyway.”
She nodded in response, yet looked unsure. It wasn’t surprising. That was her home and its not like they had a house to move her into.
Duke had floated the idea of building a house on the compound’s unused land and it had been wildly popular with all the brothers. They’d already picked a large corner plot as theirs and soon they could start building their forever home. It’d take a few months but they’d have to manage until then. He could picture their massive master bedroom in his head and the rest of the bedrooms built for their eventual kids.
They wouldn’t be rebuilding the burnt out house, they’ll take the insurance money and use it to furnish the new house. Although they did need to go back to see what could be salvaged from the ashes. Maybe, they’d just send the prospects to do that.
He pulled Bianca up and indulged in a long kiss he felt all the way to his cock. He silently promised his dick that he’d be taken care of later. She kissed Digger and Bones and then made her way into the bathroom with a pile of clothes.
“She’s going to find this hard,” Bones stated, looking regretfully towards the closed bathroom door.
“Yeah, but we’ll give her a home to be proud of soon. There’s no way I’d let her go back there without us and we sure as shit need to keep her surrounded by our brothers for a while,” Digger added.
King knew Digger was right. Even when they’d killed Dane and the Riot members, she’d always be in some danger purely because she was theirs. He knew he should feel guilty for that but he didn’t. Maybe he would have if they’d pulled her into this life, but her life had intersected with theirs on its own. And now they were rescuing her from the worst side of it.