Chapter five
King
A loud crash in the night had King jumping from the bed and reaching for his gun. Bianca, who had been sleeping on his chest, was sat up confused and disorientated. Bones and Digger mirrored his position, gun braced and alert, scanning the room.
Digger signalled for Bianca to lie back down. She was starting to whimper and they needed her to be silent. He felt fury bubble in his veins, seeing their angel terrified and shaking.
“Bianca, get under the covers and don’t make a noise,” he quietly spoke, trying to keep his voice as calm as he could.
They needed her out of the way and out of sight. She scrambled for the covers. Digger positioned himself at the side of the window while King moved out of the bedroom with Bones covering his back. They’d just reached the top of the stairs when a second crash sounded at the back of the house. It was distinctly a window breaking. King nodded at Bones as they both sprung forward, clearing the stairs. As he landed King look around in shock. As soon as he registered what was going on they sprinted back up the stairs.
“Fire!” He bellowed.
King’s mind was racing. Flames were climbing the curtains and burrowing their way through the couch. Smoke was following them up to the first floor. They had to get out of there. The unfamiliar feeling of panic was beginning to take root in his gut - there was no shooting your way out of fire.
There was no time to plan and it was entirely possible that whoever had done this was waiting to ambush them as they escaped. His eyes took in the three people he loved as they scrambled for sheets to climb out the window. Less than 30 seconds had passed since the second window was broken and it felt like an hour. He grabbed a cell phone from the side and dialled Prez.
“Dig.” Prez’s voice came through the phone.
“It’s King. Some fuckers have Molotov cocktailed our fucking house! We’re upstairs. We can get out through the window. We need a sweep to see if there’s any bastards waiting to pop a cap in us as we leave.”
“Shit!” His voiced was muffled as he’d obviously turned away from the phone. “On our way.” The phone went dead.
Bones pushed past him to shut the bedroom door as Digger come through with arms full of soaked sheets and towels. He grabbed one from the pile and started to shove it under the gap under the door. He turned to see Digger and Bones popping the window from the frame, yet is was Bianca who drew his gaze. She was stood in the far corner of the room, thankfully keeping out of the way. Silent tears were streaming down her cheeks, shock and fear easily read in her eyes. There was only one way to get rid of those feelings - they needed to get out of this burning house now.
Relief briefly swept through him as the roar of tailpipes grew louder. He joined Bones and tied several sheets to the radiator pipes. The window finally fell out of the frame and Digger moved over to Bianca and picked her up. He started throwing the ends of the sheets out of the window to act as a rope.
Digger started tugging on the sheets with his free hand to make sure they were secure. He bent his head down to say something to Bianca. He watched as she scrambled up Digger’s back and was clinging to him like a little monkey. The sight would have made him smile under different circumstances.
Hearing shouts from below, he made out the word “clear” and motioned for Digger to go out the window first. He looked down onto the driveway and saw Razor, Slam and Hollywood ready to catch Bianca if she fell from Digger’s back. Not trusting the pipe to hold all their weight, he and Bones clung to the sheet as backup when Digger started to climb out.
The small whimpers he heard escape from Bianca were breaking his heart. He silently swore vengeance to whoever had done this. His eyes stayed glued to them as Digger and Bianca’s full weight was now supported by he sheets. He was rarely scared or even apprehensive but having all of his family in a burning house was doing a number on his nerves.
Digger was half way down the outside wall when another explosion seemed to rock the entire house. Razor and Slam reached up to grab Bianca from Digger’s back but she wasn’t letting go. Her head was buried in his neck and her arms and legs locked around his waist and neck. Digger glanced up at him and Bones before he let go of the sheet and let Slam and Razor support him as he landed, saving him from toppling over onto Bianca.
Looking at Bones, King saw steely determination. This man was one of the loves of his life. He took two seconds to smash his lips against his. Bones squeezed his hand and they both grabbed a sheet and climbed out of the window. Fuck knows what would happen if there was another explosion before they reached safety. He moved as fast as he could. When he was close enough to the ground he jumped the rest of the way.
Bones
His feet hit the ground and he took a microsecond to thank a god he didn’t believe in. He swept his arm out and gathered King under his arm and propelled them both towards Bianca and Digger. He wished he was bigger, then he could shelter them all behind him. Someone had made a serious attempt to kill them tonight and there were too many suspects to take an educated guess at who it was.
Just then he noticed Bianca’s eyes were frozen in horror, fixed on the house that now had flames licking the inside of the windows. She swayed and her eyes rolled up in her head. He burst forward, catching her and threw her over his shoulder. Unfortunately, right then her comfort wasn’t his top priority. He needed to be able to move and move fast.
They all ran towards the bikes. He’d never rode bitch before and he didn’t fancy doing it for the first time with his woman slung over his shoulder, but it wasn’t looking like they had much of a choice. Just then, Cobra, one of the club prospects, sped down the street towards them in the club truck. The sliding door was thrown open and they clambered in. He lay Bianca on the bench seat and slammed the door shut behind Digger.
Cobra pulled away and his brothers’ bikes surrounded them with Razor leading the way. Fifty metres down the road, a huge explosion sounded out, rattling the windows of the truck. They spun around in their seats to look out the back of the truck and saw the upstairs windows had blown out. Flames would soon consume the entire house. As the distance between them and the house increased, his pounding heart finally started to calm down. They lived close to the Fallen compound so he knew it would only be several minutes before they were behind secured gates and high walls.
As the truck came to a stop, Bianca stirred. He leant over and cupped her cheeks. Soot was smudged on her skin and the strong smell of smoke clung to her hair. Her eyelashes twitched and then fluttered open. Her blue eyes were astounding to him. So blue they were like looking at the sky in the middle of a summer day, but at the moment they were dazed and filled with uncertainty and fear.
He hated that their first days with her were so filled with absolute shit. When it rained, it fucking poured. He wanted her to feel secure and protected by them, like nothing bad in the world could touch her. They were failing her so far. They had to do better and they had to do it quickly or they would lose their future.
Bianca blinked her eyes and they finally focused on his. She gasped her relief before throwing her body forward. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, any tighter and it would restrict his breathing. He closed his eyes and just soaked up the comfort of having her in his arms. He rested his hand on the back of her head, keeping her face buried in his neck and wrapped his other arm around her lower back. He ducked out of the truck with her in his arms, flanked by Digger and King.
His eyes systematically searched the yard and frantically looked for any dangers that may confront them on their way to the club door. Finally inside, the familiar smell of smoke, beer and food calmed him. Pushing through a few questioning brothers, he rushed up the stairs to their room. He didn’t want Bianca introduced to club life or the other brothers tonight; they weren’t at their best. Those who were around were freshly woken, hung-over and pissed at this latest round of shit thrown their way.
Reaching their room, he heard Prez shout above the other angry voices, “Church. Twenty minutes.” Fuck yes, they needed church. They needed all the information they could gather to hunt down these cunts and ensure all their brothers were up to speed with Bianca’s situation.
She was trembling in his arms. He pulled her even tighter against him. He was trying to be careful of her cuts and bruise but she didn’t seem to be feeling them at that moment. Her soft curves fit to his body perfectly and even though she was scared and this was probably the worst fucking time for it, his body still reacted to hers and he felt his cock filling. He breathed in her scent that was tainted and hidden by the smell of smoke.
He closed his eyes, allowed himself a second to imagine if this position they were in had happened under different circumstances and they had carried her to their room to pleasure every inch of her body. His body was ready and to be honest so was his mind, but he knew hers weren’t. He needed to bury himself inside Digger and King too, reaffirming their connection. He wanted to see with his own eyes that not one inch of them was hurt. The instinct was intense yet he held it back the best he could.
Some of his feelings must have shown in his expression as he met their eyes over Bianca’s head and saw they were heated and worried too. Now wasn’t anything like the right time to relieve their urges and they all knew it.
King moved forward and started to take Bianca from him. She flinched then realised who it was and relaxed, allowing him to pass her over. King held her to him for a couple of minutes and then Digger moved forward for his turn. Bones took King’s empty arms as his opportunity to pull him into his. His hands gripped the hard, familiar muscles of his back. Something inside him finally eased as his oaky, clean smell soothed his frayed nerves.
A knock at the door interrupted them. Couldn’t they have just two fucking minutes to recuperate before someone needed something? He pulled the door open and his irritation vanished. Slam, the resident club medic was stood with his first aid bag.
“Anyone need me?”
He knew that himself, Digger and King were alright. They should really let him check Bianca yet he hesitated. It was just the thought of having her touched my another man at this moment made his fists clench. He wrestled his possessiveness into submission. He silently nodded and opened the door fully.
“Just do a quick check on Bianca. Not sure if she inhaled a lot of smoke or if she’s hurt from coming out the window.”
Digger sat Bianca on the edge of the bed. It was déjà vu. Hadn’t this very seen played out only a couple of days ago? Fuck! Digger was holding her hand as Slam asked his questions. King moved further away and gestured with his head for him to follow.
“We need to sort out church. I know she’s safe now but there’s no fucking way I’m leaving her alone in this room.” King stressed.
“Yeah. There’s a hell of a difference between being safe and feeling safe and there’s no way Bianca’s feeling safe right now.” They watched Slam dab cream on a few cuts and his teeth clenched. “I say we leave Dig here. He’ll keep her calm better than us.” As much as he would like to be comforting her himself, he knew he’d be too twitchy wanting to know what was being said in church.
“Fine. We’ve got a few fuckers to kill and need to know where they are asap.” King cracked his neck as if preparing for a fight.
Slam stood up and handed Digger some pills and left. He’d find out what they were later, they needed to head out. He crouched in between Digger and Bianca.
“Me and King are headed to church. We’ll be back soon. Try to get some rest, beauty.” She looked exhausted. He tenderly kissed her lips and silently wished he could linger longer.
He then turned to face Digger. Turmoil darkened his eyes and the hard lines of his face appeared more stark. He could understand it, but something wasn’t right. He knew his mate as well as he knew himself and something was torturing him. He abruptly pulled him in and hoped the hard, passionate kiss he pressed to his lips kept whatever demons he was battling at bay until they could deal with them. King who was studying Digger threw him a concerned look before he too kissed Digger and Bianca.
Squaring his shoulders and leashing his anger, he and King left.
Digger
Digger knew he wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding the devastating feeling that was eating him up inside. The soft hand clasped in his, was keeping his focus and sanity intact. He knew if Bianca was away from him right now he’d be tearing the room apart and any fucker who got in his way.
Bianca’s eyes were bruised with fatigue and her body would intermittently tremor as if she was cold. He knew better, it happened when she was recalling all this fucking shit that she’d been put through. They were failing her and he was solely to blame for this crap fest.
Digger and King had wanted to move her to the club the day before and he was the one who talked them out of it. He thought he knew better. His chest hurt as he couldn’t help but imagine what could have happened to them all.
Being in a MC he had skirmished with death multiple times but it was something about fire that caused his blood to run cold. His mind was tormenting him with images of the people who meant the most to him trapped behind a wall of flames. He forced it to the back of his mind and turned more fully into Bianca. She was his first priority right now and he needed to get his shit together. He had a lot to make up for.
Massaging her knuckles with his thumb, he kept his voice as soothing as he could. “Come on love, let’s get you in the shower and in some fresh clothes. Then you need to rest.”
He was expecting her agreement and a small smile. What he wasn’t expecting was for her to suddenly hunch over and sob, which is exactly what she did. He heard her say something but couldn’t make it out through her shaking breath and tears. He pulled her into his lap and surrounded her best he could with his arms. He rocked slowly hoping to soothe her and slowly stroked his fingers through her silky hair. Her devastation was eating at him. His guilt increased with every shudder of her body and tear that hit his neck. He closed his eyes and tightened his hold on her.
She started to calm and brokenly whispered, “You shouldn’t be looking after me. This is all my fault…all my fault.” She sniffed and silent tears continued to roll down her face.
Digger was shocked silent. He was astounded. “Why the ever-loving fuck do you think that?” His voice came out sterner than he intended but he needed an answer.
Bianca
Was he serious?! Her grief was temporarily pushed aside and anger and guilt took up the rest of the room. She tried to get out of his lap but he wasn’t loosening his grip.
“Calm the fuck down and tell me what’s going through that head of yours.”
Trying to stand was futile, he could overpower her with his little finger. She let her body slump and leaned against his massive, warm chest. She loved his voice. It was had a depth and tone to it that she could listen to all day, but right then she needed him to be quiet. She was close to losing it and he was distracting her from holding it all in. She knew if she let everything out that she was feeling she’d have a meltdown. The weeks of torment coupled with the last few days were bearing down on her soul and she felt fragile and broken. She despised feeling this way.
“Come on, love. What’s going through that head of yours?”
He squeezed her body briefly as an encouragement to talk. Something inside her snapped. He wanted to know? Fine.
She let her barrier down and exploded out, “This is all my fault! If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have nearly died, you wouldn’t have lost your house, you wouldn’t be stuck with a girl who has a psycho after her!” Her breath heaved in and out. “Not only that but now you’ve brought me around other people! What’s going to happen when Dane or his hired heavies sets fire to this place and you’re all homeless or dead! You should have just left me at that warehouse, then none of this would be happening.”
She started shaking. Now that she’s let the anger out; the fear was coming back with a vengeance.
Digger suddenly twisted and she found herself with her back on the bed with him hovering over her. His face was stern and his black eyes were watery with distress. His face drew closer to hers. He stopped when their noses were nearly touching.
Digger started, "You’re going to listen to me now. You are in no way responsible for any of this shit. You keep your anger pointed right at the fucker who did this to you. And I suggest getting it out while you can because it wont be long before we put him in the ground. That wife-beating son of a bitch doesn’t know what’s coming for him. If he did, he’d be counting the minutes he had left of his life, knowing three reapers were headed his way.”
Her breath stuttered. The idea of these men anywhere near Dane scared the hell out of her. She opened her mouth to beg him to leave it alone, but his hand covered her lips before she could start.
“Don’t waste one word on arguing about it. It’s going to happen as soon as we find him. Now, Dig and King are at church finding out where he is or even if he was behind the fire. We’re an MC, love. We may not operate like that Riot scum that had you, but we’ve got our fair share of enemies and it could have been any one of them.”
He moved his hand and swept his thumb over her plump bottom lip. His intense eyes heated and that made her experience some heat of her own. Her stomach fluttered and her hands reached up to clench the sides of his tee but grabbed his leather cut instead. He smirked and swept down to brush his lips against hers.
The kiss grew firmer and his hips dipped to meet hers, she could feel his firm length perfectly pressed against her. Her hips started to rock as he put pressure on her clit through her jeans. She gasped and his tongue swept into her mouth, his hand grasped her hair and angled her head to deepen the kiss. He groaned and it vibrated through his chest to hers. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples pebbled.
His taste seemed to permeate through her whole body and it settled something inside her. She was just about to pull her legs up to wrap around his waist when he quickly pulled back. She was gulping in the air that her lungs screamed for and met his sparkling gaze. His hand stroked the side of her neck.
“As much as I want to bury myself inside you, it’ll have to wait. You’re all of ours.”
With that mind-bending statement, he swept her up and walked to the door at the back of the room. He nudged it open to reveal a bathroom nearly as big as the one at the house. He placed her on the floor and reached out to turn on the shower. Her body was just now recovering from his kiss and embarrassment and anxiety stewed inside her. Digger left briefly and returned with towels and a new set of clothes that he set on the sink.
“Enjoy your shower. I’ll be just out here when you’re done.” She nodded and he pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead.
She stood still, trying to process everything that Digger had just said. ‘You’re all of ours,’ circled her thoughts. She had been so close to stripping off her clothes and indulging in Digger. Her body was still suffering from the residual heat they’d generated together.
Bianca quickly got in the shower and revelled in the hot water pounding on her sore muscles. So much had happened lately and she’d had no time to process it. Now, she had to add on three hulking, gorgeous men. They didn’t feel like a weight though. If anything, they made her feel lighter inside. But, there was a glaring problem; there were three of them. She knew of relationships between so many but it was mainly in porn, books or TV. No one actually had a relationship like that in real life. Well, it was clear these guys did and they wanted her to be a part of it.
The fact that they wanted her was very flattering and the idea of having their undivided attention made her skin pleasantly tingle, but what would people think? What would happen if they didn’t want her anymore? Who would want her after being in a relationship like this? How could she be enough for three men? Or what if they wanted to bring in another woman? She didn’t know if she could handle what they were asking her for, yet she knew without a doubt that her heart would be broken if they decided she wasn’t enough.
Her relaxing shower wasn’t so relaxing anymore and weariness was pulling at her from all angles. She decided to silence her mind and deal with everything tomorrow.
Digger used the bathroom when she finished and she crawled across the massive bed that was obviously a replica of the one that was now probably ashes. Moving to the farthest end, she pulled the covers up high around her neck and settled in to sleep.