Chapter 13
2 Piece
Avery and I get to the main room and the first thing I hear is Sadie arguing with London. Her shrill voice when she gets angry could stand out to me in a crowd full of people. She’s a fucking ballbuster and London’s a wildcat; shit could pop off in a split second.
I have no idea what they could possibly be arguing about. Those two don’t even know each other. It has to stop quickly though, or Prez will be looking to throw somebody out. I don’t want to brawl with Cain’s crazy ass over shit between my sister and his ol’ lady, either.
We arrive to chaos erupting. Cain’s standing in front of London while Twist stands in front of Sadie. The girls scream back and forth at each other. London looks ready to murder my sister and Sadie just looks annoyed.
“Bitch, I will smoke your ass like grass!” London screams.
“Fuck you, crazy heifer; you’re psycho!”
“I am fucking psycho, you pip-squeak! Don’t you forget it next time you look at my man.”
“I wasn’t looking at your man, for Christ’s sake; I was talking to Twist and you decided to flip out.”
“Yeah, because you were staring at Cain. Newsflash, bitch, he belongs to me.”
“I wasn’t staring at him like that. I was staring because he looked familiar.”
“Sure, that’s what all the whores say. I don’t care if you fucked him in the past. He’s not interested.”
“I never fucked him. He looks like my brother’s friend, you twat face!” my sister screeches in return.
I have to stop this; it’s ridiculous.
“Woah,” I placate with my hands out in calm down motions. I feel like I’m walking into a hornet’s nest.
“London, this is my younger sister, Sadie. She probably saw Cain when I first met him in Cali.”
“I don’t care who she is; just stay the fuck away from my ol’ man.” She scowls and Cain chuckles jovially. He loves London getting all territorial, means they’ll go fuck like crazy afterward. He once told me that’s when they have the best sex and he can talk her into trying to get knocked up again.
“Trust me; I’m fucking six months pregnant. I’m not looking to get another piece-of-shit man.”
I’m sorry, what did she just say? I nearly get whiplash from turning so quickly, trying to see her belly. It’s kind of, if I can’t see it, then it can’t be real sort of scenario.
How the fuck is she pregnant? Last time I was there I didn’t see a man coming around at all. She has some serious explaining to do.
“The fuck you say, Sadie?” I growl, flabbergasted.
“You heard me, Silas, I’m having a baby,” she replies tartly, and Avery draws in a breath beside to me. I glance at her quickly and see she’s surprised. I have no idea why, but I’m sure she’ll be filling me in later.
“Sadie, how the fuck did you get pregnant?”
Cain chuckles behind me, attempting to coax London to go to his club room. I knew it; the fucker’s going to have her knocked up again by tomorrow.
“I’d go with the old-fashioned way; but do you want me to give you the details?”
“Gross, Sades.” I turn back to Avery and point at her. “Don’t drink the water or whatever the fuck’s getting people pregnant.”
She holds her hands up and smiles. “No way, I’m very careful about that type of thing.”
I roll my eyes at Sadie. I’m pissed, but trying to stay calm. What can you do in this situation but show your support. She’s still my baby sister and I just want to know who the guilty fucker is, so I can go kill him.
“Look, Silas, it’s done and there is nothing we can do about it. I didn’t come here for you to freak out on me, but because I needed to be around my family during all these changes.”
“I know, kid. You just blindsided me on this shit. I mean, why didn’t you tell me sooner or something?” I grumble, my anger beginning to dissipate, when I get a good look at her.
She seems so damn beat down and tired. I’ve never witnessed my sister stressed out. She always takes everything with a grain of salt and rolls with whatever’s thrown at her. Right now, she’s frail with a big belly sticking out.
“I was scared to tell you sooner. I wasn’t sure of what was happening and stuff.” She moves away from Twist and sits at the bar. He posts up next to her, and I have to stop myself from growling at him. He did save my life in that barn and he also helped keep my sister safe a few minutes ago.
Sadie’s feisty but London could seriously hurt someone if she gets pissed enough. I think Cain’s been teaching her some techniques; not that she needed it in the first place. London’s like a princess around here with the brothers, and it could make Sadie’s life harder if London doesn’t like her. We’ve never met the real club princess, Prez’s girl; not sure if we ever will.
I sit on the other side of her and pull Avery to stand in between my legs so she can be a part of the conversation. “Sades, this is my chick, Avery.” I nod toward Avery and she beams a kind smile at my sister.
“Yeah, we met when I came to your room.”
“That’s right, my bad. Oh well. So, we thought maybe you’d want to get some food. Are you hungry?”
“Not really, Twist was kind enough to get me some food and a drink when I got here.” She fidgets as she says this and my eyes find Twist’s.
He sits there gloating like a proud fucker, yet he knows I can’t get angry at him for making sure she was taken care of and fed. Damn it, do I want to though. Fucker’s cozying right the fuck on up to my sister and she’s pregnant. What could he possibly get out of this with my sister and her kid?
“All right. So, who’s responsible for knocking you up?” Might as well ask the question I really want to know. Looks like I may be making a run out to Cali to hunt down the assclown that touched my sister but was too much of a pussy to come and meet me himself.
“Just some guy, it doesn’t matter.” She glances down and it pisses me off again.
When the hell did she become so meek? It’s only been months since I saw her. What could possibly have happened in that short period of time?
“Yes, Sadie, it fucking matters, now give me a goddamn name.”
Her lip trembles slightly. “No, Silas, it doesn’t matter. He’s gone okay?” she argues, bringing some color to her cheeks again.
“What the hell do you mean, ‘he’s gone’? Where did he go?”
“I mean he’s gone. As in, he took off. He fucking left me, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay. Tell me his name and we’ll find him,” I promise her, in full-on protective big brother mode. I’ll run this dude down and put a hurtin’ on him for messing with my sister.
Her big blue eyes pool with tears and they stream down her cheeks when she blinks. She sniffles in a breath. “That’s just it. He’s gone. He doesn’t exist. He didn’t even give me his real name when we were seeing each other. I’ve searched. You don’t think I’d look for him? It’s all I’ve been doing for months. Why do you think it took me so long to come to you? I was ashamed.”
She sniffles abruptly, taking a deep breath. “I’m ashamed, I’m embarrassed, and I don’t know what to do now. I’m scared, Silas, he’s gone and I’m left with this little baby all by myself. I can’t believe this happened to me. Why do they always leave, Silas? Am I so horrible they all have to leave?” She starts to sob, and Twist pulls her into his chest to comfort her.
He talks soothingly into her hair as he embraces her tightly. “Shush, sugar pie. It’ll all be okay; don’t you worry about a thing. You need to calm down though, baby. It’s not good, you getting upset so much.”
Staring at her, my heart hurts badly; it feels as if it could burst. This all stems back to my father. That piece of shit left and she has always blamed herself. I swear to God if I ever find this fuckwad, he’ll pay for doing this to her.
I’ll let Twist hold her. She needs a man to be strong for her right now. I’ll be that for her, but I know my brothers will help also. Twist chin-lifts to me and I raise my eyebrows.
“Let me get her settled in a guest room and we can talk later about what to do about everything,” Twist mutters, and I bite the inside of my cheek hoping the shot of pain will calm my restlessness.
I’m telling myself not to just hop on my bike right now and drive up and down every single street in my hometown to search for this creep. “She doesn’t need this sort of stress with her baby and all. She needs to rest for a while,” he tries to reason with me.
“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea; thanks, brother.” I nod at him, then lean in closer and tenderly kiss Sadie on her forehead. “Go relax, Sades, we’ll figure this all out later, okay?”
She glances at me sorrowfully and mumbles “Thanks.” Twist leads her towards the spare rooms.
What the fuck am I going to do about this shit? Fuck.
Avery hugs me tighter around my torso and I concentrate on her for the first time since we came to the bar. “It’ll be okay, 2, you’ll figure something out. I’ll help any way you need me to.”
I smile down at her. She’s so amazing and I can’t believe I almost pushed her away. I lean in and kiss her tenderly on the lips. “Thank you, Avery,” I murmur.
“For what?” she scrunches up her nose.
“For being here, for supporting me, for just being amazing.” I hug her tightly and bury my face into her neck to breathe in her scent. Something about it seems to soothe me. I don’t know if she wears a special lotion, perfume or soap, but I can’t seem to get enough.
“Of course, 2, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
I smile and kiss her again in response. I have to admit, it feels fucking great to have someone in my corner.
Avery
“Shorty, let’s make some sandwiches and hit the sack, okay?” he suggests and stands from the barstool.
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
I follow slowly to the kitchen, my leg still healing and he prepares us each turkey and cheese sandwiches. He makes his with sloppy mayo and mine plain just as I like it. We eat standing in the middle of the kitchen like starving teenagers and he tugs me back to the bedroom.
Maybe it’s time for round two.
I undress and climb into bed while he’s brushing his teeth. I love when he walks around with his shirt off, doing regular tasks like brushing his teeth. He has no idea how sexy he is.
The toothpaste commercials have it all wrong. They should have a man like 2 Piece walk around shirtless, brushing his teeth and grumbling different things. They’d sell tons of toothbrushes and toothpaste. I’d definitely buy stock in that stuff.
He comes out yawning and the bed dips as he slides in next to me. His minds already going a million miles a minute, or else I’d be talking to him about everything prior to his sister’s stuff happening. Strong arms wrap around me, pulling my body to his muscular chest.
We lie there silent and unmoving for what feels like an hour. He eventually falls asleep, never loosening his hold on me. It’s the first time ever he’s just held me and we’ve slept. I have to admit, I loved every second of it.
***
I’m awoken by more pounding on the door. Is this going to be an everyday thing? Do people not sleep in around here? I mean it’s a clubhouse; surely you’d think they’d all be hung over and sleeping.
“Yeah?” 2 croaks, and there’s more pounding on the door.
I swear it better be a goddamn emergency at this rate. I get out of bed on automatic and run my hands down my body. Yep, I have clothes on.
2 Piece’s sleeping on his stomach with half an ass cheek hanging out of the covers. I’m not too worried about it though, because it’s covered with his tight, indigo-blue boxer briefs. Who’d have thought a badass biker would have colorful undies.
Opening the door about four inches, I peek through.
“What’s up, Bean?” Niko grins happily, and I try to slam the door closed again but he stealthily slides his foot in before I can. “No-no, Bean. Time to wake and pack up,” he grows serious, and the fog starts to clear out of my brain.
“Get the fuck out of here, Russian, she ain’t going anywhere,” 2 Piece mumbles grouchily.
Niko makes a face at me and I smirk. It’s awesome for 2 to say I’m not leaving.
“What’s going on, Niko?” I look him over; he’s all freshened up and dressed.
He always smells like a million bucks with his delicious cologne. It wafts through the open doorway, and I inhale deeply. Ah, so good. I know, I’m a weirdo, but that’s fine with me.
“Boss called. We’re done, time to go home now. You go back to coffee and I go back to regular job with Boss.”
He smiles widely and I lose my breath.
Go home now? But I’m not ready to go home yet.
“When exactly are you wanting to leave?” I reply, nearly in a whisper.
He stares, contemplating something silently for a moment. “We go when you pack.”
Swallowing down my emotions, I hold my breath for a beat to get it together in my head. This is it. Time to pull my big girl panties on and leave the man I’ve grown to care so much for.
Who am I kidding; I freaking love him.
Turning around, I’m met with 2 Piece sitting up in bed, staring intently at me. I draw in a quick breath and utter the one thing I’ve been dreading since I’ve arrived. “It’s time for me to go back home.”