Chapter Twelve
Killian watched the bitch fall to the ground, and a rush of raw satisfaction washed through him. He stood transfixed as blood pooled on the concrete around her, a morbid canvas.
She was the first woman he’d killed.
He remembered life as a young boy, hating how men treated the women who’d raised him. Whores or not, they didn’t deserve what those assholes dished out. Killian had promised himself never to become that kind of lowlife. In this case, an exception was in order.
“Damn, that was a long time coming,” said Boss. “You’re the rightful heir to the Dead Angels, Manic. I hope you’ll handle your shit better than your mother.”
“I’m nothing like her,” said Manic. He shook his head, looking down at the body. Even if the woman was a fucking monster, it couldn’t be easy for a kid to see his mother’s dead body. Killian knew first hand. At least Manic didn’t have to pull the trigger.
“You okay?” asked Killian.
“Yeah. It had to be done,” said Manic. “It’s just hard to believe I have no family left.”
Killian realized he’d personally taken both this kid’s parents from him. He knew what it was like to have no one and nothing, only himself to rely on. It had made him hard. Made him invincible. He hoped Manic would be able to forgive him one day.
“You have your club. That means everything. Patched for life, eh?”
Manic nodded absently, still staring at the body.
Viper came up behind Boss, resting a hand on his shoulder as he took in the scene. “You’ve got three IOUs, and this is what you want me to deal with? Fuck.”
“Anyone loyal to the dead bitch needs to join her. Take Shadow and Manic and hunt down anyone outside the club. It only takes one piece of shit to spread the disease, so end it. No mistakes. I’ll have the clean-up crew in town within the hour,” said Boss. “By the way, you’ll be paying for it, Manic. This is your shitstorm, not mine.”
“Whatever, I’m not worried about money, just deal with it,” said Manic.
Killian put his arm around June and held her close. The pungent, abrasive scent of gunfire lingered in the air. Manic’s crew was already rounding up the old bikers, handling them execution style. The two remaining girls were already gone, probably to the hospital. It was over. No more worrying about June and Killian, no more putting off his dreams of a forever family.
“I won’t lecture you,” said Boss. They faced off for a minute, and Killian could hear every unspoken word from just the eye-contact. Killian had fucked up. He’d been weak, left loose ends ten years ago, and didn’t take Boss’s advice. The list went on, but there was no way Killian would be put in this position again. It was a hard lesson learned.
“Did you know all along?” asked Killian.
Boss smirked, not saying a word. He didn’t have to. The bastard was always one step ahead of everyone. The thing with Boss, he had patience, and he liked some lessons to be learned rather than taught.
As much as he wanted to leave town, Killian still had to hang around to help Killer of Kings. There was more than just a body count to clean up. Manic’s life had been turned upside down, and part of Killian took personal responsibility for Manic since he’d let him live all those years ago. He couldn’t be older than twenty-five, but he was strong and weathered. Growing up in an MC was no cake walk.
First things first, Killian needed his woman. With all the chaos and stress, he had to unwind, to drown in June’s sweetness. He kissed her temple, then whispered in her ear. “You look beautiful in that dress. Lose your panties. We’ll be leaving in a few minutes.”
He walked over to Shadow, pulling him aside. There were still occasional gunshots deeper in the club, shouting, and cursing. The place was being torn apart by Manic’s crew and Boss’s men. “I just want to thank you for hanging around and having my back,” said Killian. “I know you were hired for recon, so I appreciate it.”
“It’s what I do.” Shadow ran a hand through his hair, looking around at a crumbling empire. “Maybe we’ll work together again one day. You’re Boss’s little bitch, so I’m sure I’ll see you around.”
“Fuck off.” He gave Shadow a playful shove. “You heading home after this?”
Shadow nodded.
Killian didn’t know anything about Shadow, but most of the men working for Killer of Kings liked their privacy for one reason or another. “You have family?”
Shadow scoffed. “Don’t have one of those.” He jutted his chin towards June. “Looks like you just got the whole package deal.”
Killian couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. I have to learn how to be a dad. No practice run. Hopefully I don’t fuck it up.”
“You’ll do good,” he said. “You can’t do worse than that bitch.”
Killian looked at the body one last time, still shocked that a woman could be so evil. Boss had been right, and Killian was glad she was dead. Soon she’d be gone, any twisted legacy buried with her.
As he started to leave, Manic called out to him. “I just wanted to say thank you.”
He met up with the other man. “I killed your mother, you don’t have to thank me for that.”
Manic shook his head. “You let me live a decade ago, and you didn’t have to. Boss asked me to pull the trigger, and you spared me. That deserves thanks in my books.”
He felt a unique closeness to Manic, what he perceived as a parental bond. Instead of making an enemy, he’d made a friend, a new connection. “If you want to thank me, give me the keys to one of those bikes. I need to clear my head before dealing with this shit storm.”
“After today, half of those Harleys won’t have a rider. Take your pick. Keys are always with the bikes.”
They parted ways for now. Killer of Kings would be in town for a few days to sort shit out. Boss would want to lay down the law so the Dead Angels MC knew who not to fuck with. Killian would need to be by his side. At least there was an end in sight.
“Come on, baby.” Killian took June’s hand, and they left the club, emerging into the clean air outside. The sky was blue, the tree line offering a sharp contrast of color. No matter how hard life hit him, Killian always fought back, looking for hope and beauty in the smallest things.
When they reached the bikes, Killian motioned for June to get on the first one.
“What? I’m not getting on that,” she said.
“Yes, you are, little lady.” He held the handlebar and forced her to back up into the side of the bike, his body pressed to hers. “Did you do as I say?”
She looked up at him, questioning.
“I told you I wanted the panties gone.”
June smiled. “I wasn’t wearing any.”
Killian groaned, reaching under her dress to ensure she was telling the truth. He ran the backs of his fingers over the soft hairs of her pussy, before plunging in two fingers to the knuckles.
She gasped and grabbed his shoulders, her eyes fluttering closed.
“You like that? Now get your cute little ass on that bike so we can get the fuck out of here.” He nipped her earlobe. “You’re going to ride my dick, long and hard.”
June turned and attempted to get on the back of the bike. He helped lift her into the seat, before sitting comfortably in the front. It had been a long time since he’d ridden a bike, but he used to love it in the summers. He started up the engine and revved it a few times to get the feel of it before hitting the gas. The power and vibration under the seat were incomparable. He left the club and hit the road, needing to get anywhere private fast. His cock was uncomfortably stiff in his jeans, and June’s arms wrapped around his waist weren’t helping his predicament.
He drove over the rolling, paved roads in the outskirts of town, until they reached a crest that overlooked the water. Killian pulled over and stopped, bracing both feet on the ground. The ocean seemed to go on forever, miles of open space. He imagined it leading all the way to his homeland, but there was nothing for him there. Or here. The only place he wanted to be was with June and Killian.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” said June. “I love the water. I could sit here all day.” Her breath was warm against his neck. God, he loved her so much.
“Where you need to be is sitting on my cock.” He palmed the front of his jeans and then began to unbuckle his thick leather belt. It was a relief when he unzipped and gave himself more room.
“At the side of the road? On a motorcycle?”
“I need you, baby. Let me make you feel good.” No cars had passed, but even if one drove by, he didn’t care.
June cautiously climbed off the back of the bike, and Killian shifted back a bit and helped June put her legs around him. Once they were face to face, her thighs spread wide, her dress immediately rode up to her hips. Her pretty pink pussy glistened in the sunshine. He wet his lips, wishing he had time to do down on her, but he had a lifetime to get between her legs and explore her body. She’d changed so much over the years, maturing into the most lush and tempting woman he’d ever seen. He’d spend the rest of his life making love to her
Right now was about fucking.
She looked down at his bulging boxer briefs.
“You like it? Do you like my cock, June?”
She nodded, running her fingers over the length.
“It’s all yours, baby. Anytime you need to be fucked, that’s what I’m here for,” said Killian. And he was always ready. Just thinking about June had him raring to go.
He pulled his boxers out of the way, his cock jutting out, hard and virile. She bit her lower lip and began stroking him, up and down. Killian closed his eyes and savored her touch.
“How can you think about sex now?” she asked. “I’m still shaken up from everything that happened. This isn’t the life I’m used to.”
“And you won’t be getting used to it. From here on out, smooth sailing, baby girl.”
“Promise?”
“No matter what happens, I’ll always be there for you and Killian. You’re my life, and I was a fool to think I could walk away the first time,” said Killian.
She slipped the straps of her sundress and bra down her shoulders, allowing those huge tits to spill out. They were fucking delicious, and he’d never get enough of June’s body.
“That’s my girl.” He grabbed her waist, pulling her forward until his face was buried between her tits. Killian sucked on her pebbled nipples, drowning in that perfect softness. Pre-cum slipped from the head of his dick. She was driving him crazy.
June moaned, the tension in her body easing away. “God, that feels good.”
“Put your feet on the pegs and sit on my dick. I’m hard for you, June. You’re all I think about.”
She did as told, bracing her weight up on the pegs as she held onto his shoulders. He fluffed up her dress as she positioned herself over his erection. Killian closed his eyes as she sank down, her tight cunt grabbing his dick.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” He groaned when she was fully seated, holding her hips in a bruising grip. “Ride me hard, baby. Show me how much you love fucking your man.”
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June liked the sound of that. She wanted to be Killian’s—body, soul, and mind. She was afire with need. Just one look or touch of Killian and she was gone. No regular man would do for her. She was a big girl and needed a strong, capable man to handle her. Killian was raw strength and power, his charm and confidence off the charts. He held her securely while keeping the bike in place, and she never once felt unsafe in his arms.
His shoulders were broad and hard with muscle. He was so beautiful and deadly rolled into one, his ice-blue eyes piercing in the sunlight. His thick, hard cock filled every inch of her, satisfying her in ways only he could. She might complain, but she loved his no holds barred attitude and dirty side. They complemented each other perfectly.
When she began to rise up and down, the pressure immediately started to build deep in her cunt. She watched his eyes roll back as he licked his lips. His beautiful lips. June leaned forward to kiss him. She wanted all of him.
“I’m sorry for all the bullshit I put you through,” he said between kisses.
She cut him off by kissing him deeper, their tongues mingling. He tasted like spearmint. The entire world went away, leaving just the two of them. His kisses moved to her neck as he held her waist on either side, lifting her up and down over his cock. He took control, using his strong arms to help her ride him.
A lone car drove by, but she was past caring that they could be seen fucking on a motorcycle. She could smell the ocean, hear the waves in the distance, and Killian was ravishing her body.
“Such a dirty girl,” he said, taking her harder. “You’re all mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to keep.”
“Yes,” she said. “Make me yours.”
His fingers dug into her hips as he pistoned in and out of her with increased intensity. She felt so full, so completely claimed. As her orgasm surfaced she couldn’t help but cry out with each exhale. He rocked her body in just the right way, taking her into that beautiful pre-orgasmic bliss. When her body finally erupted, she wrapped her arms around Killian’s neck and held on as the erotic waves hit her hard. He growled and rammed her hips down over his cock a few more times until he filled her with his hot cum.
They held each other until their breathing settled, the warm breeze cooling their heated flesh.
“Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t wait until we got home. Next time, I’ll take you nice and slow.” He combed his hand through her hair, and kissed her once on the lips. “You can’t even imagine all the things I want to do to your gorgeous body.”
June was speechless, and turned on all over again. He was still inside her body, their connection more intimate now that the urgency of their desire had settled.
“Where is home?” she whispered.
“Not here, I know that for sure,” he said. “You and Killian love the ocean, eh?”
She nodded. “It doesn’t matter though. I just want somewhere safe, somewhere we can put down roots as a family.”
“I want that, too,” said Killian. “I’m going to talk to Viper. Boss had me help find him a waterfront place a while back. You might like that town.”
June couldn’t imagine raising Killian in an urban condo, so she was open to other ideas. All she cared about was getting settled so she could focus on being a good mother.
“I don’t care where we go, Killian. Every town has restaurants and bars. I’ll be able to find new work.”
He scoffed. “Are you fucking kidding me, babe? From this day on, you’re my woman, and that means you’ll be taken care of. You deserve the world, and I’m going to give it to you—and our son.”
“I hope our son will be okay with all the changes,” she said. It felt weird, but good, to say “our son” because she’d always been a single mother with the weight of the world on her shoulders. It would be nice to have a partner to raise Killian, but also to give her the love and security she desperately craved.
He helped her off the bike, and then he zipped up and joined her. “Come here,” he said, taking her hand.
They walked to the edge of the cliff, and June backed up when they got too close.
“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He pulled her into his embrace and held her close, pressing her cheek to his chest as he kissed the top of her head. “And I’m never letting go.”
Then he bent down on one knee, holding her hips in his hands.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I never had a father, so I’m not sure what the fuck I’m supposed to do. No one tossed me a ball or helped with my homework. All I can do is promise you I’ll do my best, every single day.”
“You’ll be a great father, Killian, I know it.”
He smirked. “I’m not afraid of anything. Never have been. But I’m scared to death of doing this wrong.”
“We’ll do it together.”
He cupped her ass and rubbed his face against her swollen mound. “And you. I know exactly how to take care of you, beauty.” Then he took her hands and kissed them. “I’m going to love you and take of you exactly how a man should. How I should have.”
Killian reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small brown leather pouch. He fiddled with it, finally revealing a Celtic designed gold ring and a huge princess cut diamond.
She stared in awe, not even making a connection to what was happening. The ring looked like something that belonged on the finger of a movie star, not her, not June Harris.
“Will you marry me, June?”
She was speechless, her mouth agape with no sound coming out.
He exhaled. “I know I’m not what you hoped for. I’m not that college graduate. I’m not a good man. But I’ll love you hard for the rest of my life.”
“Yes,” she managed to blurt out. June tugged his shirt to get him to his feet. “Yes.”
Killian slipped the ring on her ring finger, and then kissed her on the mouth with so much passion her knees nearly gave out. “You’re mine. And soon you’ll be my bride.”
She couldn’t believe this was happening. How many nights had she dreamed of this? But it was real. Killian had come for her, and the hardcore bad boy was ready to love her for the rest of his life. It was surreal.
They rode into town on the Harley. Killian wanted to grab a quick bite to eat, and then he was going to drive her back to Bain and Scarlett’s house for a couple days. She didn’t want him to come back to help Killer of Kings because she was terrified something would happen to him, but he assured her the threat was gone, and it was only a matter of damage control. She could sacrifice a couple days for the sake of forever.
Once they parked in front of the coffee shop, a cruiser drove by and stopped beside them. It was Daniel, that jerk that wanted in her pants. She wondered if he suspected anything off about Killian. Her heart began to race as too many scenarios flashed in her head, many with Killian behind bars or worse.
“Where’ve you been? I’ve been looking all over for you,” he said, coming around the front of his police car.
June frowned. “Why were you looking for me?”
“There’s a lot craziness going on in town. Have you heard four different girls were kidnapped this week alone? A woman shouldn’t be on her own these days.”
Killian brushed her slightly behind him as he stepped forward. “She has me,” said Killian, his voice carrying a distinct threat.
“For how long this time?”
He held her arm out to show Daniel her massive engagement ring. June was afraid to even guess how much it cost. “She said yes. That means I’ll be taking care of her and our son. Always.”
Daniel didn’t even have the decency to congratulate them. He just shut up and got back in his car, driving away without a fight. Maybe he was smart. June couldn’t imagine any man coming out on top of Killian. After a quick bite to eat, they swapped out the bike for his car and made the long drive out to Bain’s home in the country. She was excited to see her son again, especially knowing she’d be able to give him the father he deserved.
“We’re going to have a home, June. A real house, with a kitchen and garden and beautiful view of the ocean. I’m going to make it happen. Killian deserves everything I never had.”
They held hands as they walked to the front door of the old farm house. Before they even knocked, Killian Junior bolted out the door and flung himself into her arms. She hugged him tight, and then kissed him on the cheek.
“Are we going home now?” he asked. June looked up at Killian, not sure what to tell her son just yet.
Killian bent down to Killian Junior’s level and braced his shoulders. “I’m going to marry your mom, Killian. We’re going to be a family. What do you think of that?”
He turned to June. “Is that true, Mom? You’re going to marry him?”
“I love your father, Killian, always have. I want all of us to be happy together.”
She saw the confusion on her son’s face. It had always been the two of them, and he barely knew his dad. It would take some adjustment for all of them.
“Your mom’s not going to be working at a damn bar anymore. She’ll be there for you instead of killing herself working overtime. I’ll take care of both of you. Things will be a lot different from now on.”
“What if you leave us?”
Killian smiled. “Buddy, ain’t going to happen,” he said. “I love you, and no matter what you do, I’ll still love you. Even if you hate me.”
There was a moment of silence, the crickets droning all around them.
“We won’t all fit in the bed.”
June laughed. They shared a double bed in their tiny one-bedroom apartment back in town. She couldn’t count the number of nights she’d quietly cried herself to sleep because she wanted better for them.
“We’re not going back to the apartment, Killian. Your dad’s going to buy us a house. A house by the water.”
His eyes were wide with disbelief. “A house?”
Killian stood up and rubbed the top of their son’s head, leaving his mop of blond hair a mess. “Of course a house. And your own bedroom. You like sports?”
“I play soccer at school.”
“Perfect. I’ll get nets for the yard, and we can practice together,” said Killian
When she saw her son smile, genuine excitement lighting up his face, she couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in her eyes. He deserved the very best. They’d been struggling for way too long.
“I’m going to tell Bain and Scarlett,” he said as he ran into the house.
Once they were alone at the front of the house, Killian cupped the side of her face. “That’s a good sign, eh?”
“Very good sign.”
Killian kissed her, pulling her flush to his body. He grabbed her ass cheek, her dress bunching up in his hand. “Thank you for taking me back.”
“Even though you were gone, I never stopped loving you,” she said.
He nuzzled her neck, his hot breath sending shivers skittering along her skin. “You’ll always be my girl,” he whispered. “Love is just a word, so I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you how much you mean to me.”
The End
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