Chapter Sixteen

ELIAS

“What the fuck are you doing, Mav?” I almost shouted. “Sending a guy to my daughter's school? Really?”

“We weren't there for your daughter, Elias,” Mav said. “You know who we were there for and you know why.”

I paced the clubhouse, furious beyond words, my fists clenched at my side. I wanted to punch someone, or at least punch something. But I was smart enough to know that I was surrounded by men with guns and the means to dispose of my body in a heartbeat if Mav told them to do so. I didn't want to fuck with them. I wanted to get home to my daughter. Which meant that I needed to maintain my cool. Keep my composure. But in my head, I had already killed Mav a hundred times over. Killed them all.

“Sit down, Elias,” Mav said. “Jesus fucking christ, man. You're making me nervous the way you're pacing around the joint like you are. Settle down, man.”

“I'm making you nervous?” I pointedly stared at the men standing around the room, watching me, their hands not too far from their guns. “That's fuckin' rich, man.”

“We're all friends here, Elias. There's nothing to be nervous about,” Mav said. “So, come on. Sit down, have a beer – ”

“I don't drink anymore,” I said.

“Since when?”

“Since I decided to stop being a jackass and be a father to my daughter.”

Mav shrugged. “Well, good for you, man. I mean that. Walking the straight and narrow now. Look at you. You're so much better than all of us. You're above us all.”

The saracasm dripping from his tongue was thick, and others gathered around the room laughed, sneering at me.

“I didn't say that,” I said. “Stop twisting my words.”

“You might as well have. Now sit the fuck down before I have one of our friends here make you sit down,” Mav said, his tone getting less and less friendly by the minute.

One of the guys nearby – some behemoth I didn't know – cracked his knuckles and smiled at me, as if ready to do whatever it took to make me sit down across from Mav. He was larger than me – one of the largest men I'd ever seen before in my life, if I were being honest. And he was completely new to the MC. His mere presence was intimidating and he fit the stereotype of the outlaw biker to a t. I could see why Mav wanted a guy like him around.

I glared at everybody around the room, the rage in me boiling just below the surface. But I kept remembering that it was more important to home to Harley. That was all that mattered. Reluctantly and with a big sigh, I sat down at the table across from Mav and stared daggers at him.

Mave looked at me, a bemused smirk playing upon his lips and I feared that rage was going to boil over and make me do something rash. Something stupid. Something that was likely to get me killed. I took a deep breath and forced myself to relax. Forced the anger down into a box deep inside of me.

“What do I have to do to make you leave Paige Cleary alone?” I said with forced calm.

“You know what you have to do, Elias,” he said. “The same thing you have to do to make sure your daughter doesn't grow up without her daddy. All you have to do is exactly what I tell you to do. It's real fuckin' simple, man.”

“You need me to help you set up Carl Gillespie so you can get rid of him, right?”

“No, I told you, the situation changed,” he said. “Now, I need you to kill Gillespie.”

My blood ran cold at his words and I stared at him in disbelief. I had a feeling it was going to come down to that, but hearing him actually speak the words was something else entirely.

“Why don't you kill him yourself?”

Mav leaned back in his chair and smirked. “We have our reasons,” he said. “Reasons that don't concern you, frankly.”

“I'm not a killer,” I said.

“You are if you want to keep your little girl,” he said. “Besides, this is the trash that ruined Amy's life, remember? The one who keeps her addicted, keeps her coming back for more. The reason your little girl is growing up without a mommy. Personally, I'd think you'd enjoy killing him.”

Maybe at one time, I would have enjoyed gutting Carl. But that person – the person I was before – was long gone. I wasn't that guy. It was another life in another world – a world I'd pulled myself out of and had no desire to return to.

And though I did some terrible, unspeakable things in that other life, I no longer had a desire to hurt anyone. I knew full well that Amy's life wasn't ruined by Carl. But I also knew that she bore some responsibility for that. Her demons were her own, and although she was responsible for letting them live and fester, most of them originated with her father. Not some drug dealer.

Carl was simply giving her what she wanted. What she asked for. Sure, it pissed me off that he kept selling her the drugs, kept feeding her demons, knowing what a fucking mess she was. But had her parents not fucked her up to begin with, who knows where she'd be today. She likely wouldn't be the steaming pile of shit she'd turned out to be.

“Listen, I'm sorry it comes down to this, but you really don't have a choice, Elias,” Mav said. “Not only can we make sure your daughter is taken away from you – for good – we can kill your girlfriend and then we can kill you. Or maybe, we'd just let you live your life knowing what you brought down on yourself and the people who died because of you. You need to know just how disposable you are to us unless you do what we're asking.”

No one would ever take my daughter away from me. Not for any reason. I didn't care if I lived or died, but the fact of the matter was, I was all she had. And she was all I had. She needed me every bit as much as I needed her.

She needed me to kill Carl Gillespie so she could grow up happy, healthy and not end up like her mom. She needed me to kill Carl Gillespie so she could simply grow up and live a normal life. If killing Carl Gillespie was what I had to do to make sure she survived and got a chance to grow up, then so be it.

I looked up at Mav, anger coursing through my veins. “Fine. I'm in,” I said. “Just tell me when and where. But you need to know that this is it. I do this, you don't ever fucking call me for anything ever again. Once this is done, my last tie to this fucking club is cut and you lose my goddamn number. Forever. You got me?”

Mav shrugged. “Yeah, sure thing, chief.”

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The next morning, I took my daughter to school like normal. Like nothing was wrong and everything was right in the world. No one who saw me would have ever guessed that I was plotting the murder of a man while I drove Harley to her fancy, private school. No one would ever suspect that I was going to kill a man at some point in the next few hours.

But first, I had some business to take care of. I had some alternative plans to make and some things to settle. Just in case everything went to shit and I didn't walk out of the situation alive, or in case something went south and I ended up in handcuffs, facing a murder charge, I needed to set up some insurance. A safety net.

I dropped Harley off at her classroom, kissing her goodbye, and giving her a big smile to cover my fear. I tried to hide the tears welling up in my eyes.

“I love you, Harley-bug,” I said, kneeling down beside her. “You know that, right?”

“Of course, daddy,” she said, distracted by a classmate who was showing off a new toy nearby. “I love you too. See you after school. Maybe we can even get some ice cream?”

I hope so, babygirl, I thought to myself. God, I hope so.

“Of course we can get some ice cream,” I said. “We may even get a double scoop if you're good.”

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck, hugging me tight. “I'll be extra good, daddy!”

“I know you will, baby.”

She smiled again and rushed off to join her friends, a happy and well-adjusted little girl, and I wanted to make sure she stayed that way. Even if something were to happen to me, she needed someone to watch out for her. Someone I could trust – which was a very short list.

I wanted to stand there and watch her forever, but her teacher shot me a strange look. It wasn't normal for parents to stick around in the classrooms, but I couldn't bring myself to leave knowing that it was entirely possible that was the last time I was ever going to see my precious little girl. Once I walked out that door, I had no idea what was going to happen. No idea if I was going to survive the coming ordeal. It was possible that I might not ever see Harley again. She might not ever see me either. And I wanted to cherish our last moments together forever.

“Mr. Jones,” her teacher asked, giving me a strange look. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yes, everything is fine, sorry,” I said, turning away so she didn't see the pain in my eyes. “I just can't believe how fast she's growing up sometimes.”

“Oh, I hear that a lot,” she said with a laugh. “But don't you worry, she will always be your little girl no matter how big she gets.”

“Yeah, I hope so.”

“I know so,” she said with a friendly smile. “You're a dedicated father, Harley will always appreciate that. She's a good girl and I can see how devoted you are to her. It's rare these days.”

“Thank you,” I said, looking over at my little girl one last time.

She didn't even notice me standing there still, she was too busy talking to her friends to even see me. The drawn out silence with her teacher was growing a little awkward – a sign that I needed to go. Sticking around would look weird, and I didn't want to stand out anymore than I already did. Acting strangely and standing out wasn't the best idea right before you murdered someone.

I walked out of Harley's classroom, but didn't go to my car. I had one more stop to make. One more loose end that I needed to tie up.

The door was already open, so I peeked my head into the classroom. “Paige?”

There she was, at her desk, painting again. She looked up at me and smiled, lighting up her face. Her smile was beautiful, engaging, and warm – and made it hard not to smile back. She stood up from her desk and walked over to the doorway. Her hair was down around her shoulders in soft waves and she was wearing makeup. And a dress too. A cute polka dotted dress that showed off her curves beautifully. I did my best not to stare, but failed miserably. She was a striking woman and I felt incredibly drawn to her.

“Yes, Elias?” she said, standing there with her hands on her hips. “May I help you?”

“I, umm, well, I was hoping we could talk?” I stammered. “Just for a minute?”

Her smile faltered a bit, but after a moment, she motioned for me to come into the room, closing the door behind us. She walked over and stood next to her desk. I made no move to sit down, and just stood there like an idiot. She cocked her head and looked at me with a curious expression on her face.

“Is everything alright with Harley?” she asked.

“It's not – well, it's kind of about that,” I said, running a hand through my hair, suddenly feeling more nervous than I ever had before in my life.

Her brow furrowed and she gave me a concerned look.

“What's going on? I don't have a class for a little while, so talk to me, Elias,” she said. “You're worrying me.”

“First, I want to talk about something else,” I said, standing up and closing the distance between us.

“Okay?” she said. “Can we sit down at least – ”

I cut her off with a kiss. She made a startled little noise, but didn't fight back. She actually melted into the kiss and it grew a little more heated. A little more passionate. As I pulled away, she was blushing, but looked – pleased.

“What happened to keeping your distance?” she asked with a shy smile.

“My life has already gone to hell,” I said. “And there's no way I'm getting out of it, so I'm here to say fuck it all. I know we hardly know each other, Paige, but I just wanted to tell you, I'm falling for you. I'm falling for you hard, and I want to be with you...”

“But?” she asked, giving me that look all women do when they expect to be let down.

“No buts. If everything works out the way it should, I will walk back into this classroom tomorrow and ask you out for a date,” I said. “A real, honest to goodness date.”

“And if things don't work out the way it should?” she asked. “What then?”

“Let's not talk about that, alright?” I cringed just thinking about it. “I can't afford to think that this isn't going to work out.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I don't get any of this. I really don't. This is all just so confusing.”

“You don't need to get it, Paige,” I said. “Just know, I have feelings for you. I might even be falling in love with you, but it's too soon to tell. I just know... Well, I just know I want to be with you. I want to explore the possibility of having something deeper with you. If you'll have me, that is.”

Biting her lip, she stared up at me with a sweet expression on her face. “Of course, I'll have you, Elias,” she said softly. “I want to be with you too. Even if you do drive me batshit crazy sometimes.”

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me, and I kissed her back. I held her face in my hands and kissed her with everything I had in me. For all I knew, that might be the last chance I had to kiss her. The last chance I had to feel her body pressed to mine. The last chance I had to –

I wasn't sure who reached for my belt first, but Paige removed it and unzipped my pants quickly. She reached into my pants and took hold of my cock, stroking it nice and slow as I grew hard in her hand. I moaned as she squeezed it tight, a sultry little smile on her lips.

“I don't have a class for the next forty-five minutes,” she said, nibbling my ear. “The door is locked from the inside. I suggest we make the most of the time we have.”

Not needing anymore encouragement, I pushed her up against her desk. I pushed up her dress up as we kissed and her panties slid down her legs like butter. Picking her up, I sat her down on the desk and parted her thighs, trailing my fingertips along her smooth skin, making her shudder and moan softly. And before I knew what was happening, I was between her legs, pressing my cock against her warm, wet opening. She laid down on her desk and stared up at me with a look of absolute want and desire in her eyes. And I had to admit, it was the sexiest damn thing I'd ever seen.

With my hands on her hips, I buried myself between her lips, shoving my cock inside of her as I watched a look of pure pleasure, pure bliss cross her face. The tightness of her pussy around my cock was almost too much and I thought I was going to lose control right then and there. But I managed to rein it in and started to move in a slow, easy rhythm, slipping my cock in and out of her. She bit the side of her hand, knowing we had to be quiet. Extremely quiet. If any of the students or the faculty happened by and heard what was going on in her classroom, we risked getting caught – and who knew what would happen to us if we got caught fucking on her desk.

Slowly, I moved in and out of her tight little pussy, trying not to rock the desk too much. But it was so hard to maintain control, especially considering the circumstances. The risk of being discovered and having to be as quiet as possible only made things hotter. More intense. I pulled Paige back up to a seated position so I could kiss her and hold her close as I fucked her. I'd meant it when I said I was falling for her, and if that was the last time we ever made love, I wanted her to know how special she was to me.

I kissed down her neck as she wrapped her legs around me tight, muttering in my ear, “Elias, oh yes, Elias...” over and over again, making me hotter and hotter for her.

I felt the pressure growing in my balls as I continued pumping my cock into her. I already knew I wouldn't be able to last long, but I wanted this to go on forever. I wanted to cherish that moment with her, savor every second of sensation. She pulled back my head and stared into my eyes, smiling as I fucked her. I felt her pussy start to spasm around my cock, and her head fell forward suddenly.

Her moans were growing louder, so I lifted her head up and kissed her, filling her mouth with my tongue, doing everything I could to keep her quiet. She was coming, I could feel it around my cock. It was intense and the feeling of her coming was incredible. I felt her body stiffen and then begin to shake as she came. Her breathing was ragged and shallow and she was doing all she could to stifle her cries, to remain silent.

And as the sensation of her pussy squeezing me tight intensified as her orgasm tore through her, it sent me over the edge. Holding her close to me, I grunted as I exploded inside of her, filling her with my seed as she writhed and rocked against the desk, climaxing hard against me.

Once every last drop of my cum was inside of her, I pulled out, deflated and content, and held her close. She buried her head on my shoulder as we both came down from the high of fucking on her desk.

“Wow,” she said after a few moments. “That was amazing, and had you told me we'd be doing that today, I'd have called you a liar.”

“Yeah, me too,” I said. “That was incredible, Paige. You are incredible.”

I reached down and pulled my pants back up, suddenly feeling very exposed in the classroom. I looked around and thankfully, all the windows had blinds that were shut tight. There was no way anybody could have seen us. We'd just fucked at school, on her desk, and had gotten away with it. There was something that was deliciously naughty about that. And it made me crave her even more.

Damn. It wasn't anything close to what I'd expected when I started the day, but it was everything I could have wished for if it were indeed, my last day on Earth.