~Chapter 28
~Peach
I must’ve passed out in the back of the truck because I am woken up when I hear motorcycles pulling into the lot. Crawling outta the truck after I hear them, I make my way towards The Dungeon. Only after I am through the back door do I notice Emmanuel with a woman leaning over him. Moving up closer to him, I see the blood-stained shirt he had been wearing off to the side.
The pounding of my heart jumps to my throat as I make my way towards him. Seeing the nurse pulling a needle and thread through his chest, I look down and see his eyes open wide. The grimace of pain that shoots through him as the next stitch gets pulled through is short lived, when he looks up into my eyes.
“My Peach, you should not be in here, we are not sure if it’s safe yet.” Reaching a hand to his face, I slowly stroke down over his graying beard.
“There is nowhere else I could be.” Trying to lighten the mood I add, “You took my car away anyway, Papi.”
The grunted out laugh leads to a fit of coughing and I think better of what I say. “You are my life Emmanuel and I will be here with you, fighting next to you if need be.”
Leaning down, I place a kiss on his check before resting my head against his good shoulder when the nurse has finished with the stitches. Giving us a few brief instructions for Emmanuel’s healing, the nurse makes her way out. Gathering our stuff, I know that heading home to rest is the furthest thing from either of our minds, so we head to the clubhouse. Speaking briefly with a few of the brothers, Shadow lets me know that they have already gotten the information that I could have provided them and I am not needed. Spending only about another hour at the clubhouse, I try to make myself useful and help some of the ol’ ladies get snacks and sandwiches together for the men that will be up hunting down those sick fucks that took Heather.
Finding Shadow after finishing up, I see the look of exhaustion on his face. “Papi, do you wanna head home? I’m tired so I can only guess that with you being shot and all you are probably nearing the same level as me.”
Looking around, Prez is quick to answer for Shadow, “Good idea, little treasure. Why don’t you and Shadow head back to your place to catch a few hours? We will be at this until well into the morning, and you two can join us back at it then.”
Nodding towards him, we slowly make our way to the door. Just as we are getting into the truck Shadow’s cell phone starts to ring. Thinking little of it I get him into the truck and then head around to the driver’s side. Climbing into the truck, I fire it up before realizing that Emmanuel is still on the phone. Pausing a brief moment, I hear Pearl’s name and turn quickly to him. Listening to the rest of the conversation, I find out that Pearl has gone after Niki and left her in a delicate state getting what information on a location that she could by taking some aggression out.
Before he has even disconnected the call, I have the truck pointed in a different direction and I know that we are going to take care of the woman that led me into the fire. A woman that not only I, but my Papi thought could be trusted. We were both so wrong.
Pulling up outside of her place, Emmanuel had instructed me to park a little bit further down the road, not wanting anyone to recognize the truck. Sitting inside the truck for a moment after cutting the engine, I look towards Emmanuel and see that he is passed out. The blood stain on his chest is growing ever so slightly. Knowing that I can handle this shit on my own, I leave him to rest, and head inside to take care of this.
With each step I take towards Niki, I feel more confident about what I will do. Finding her in such poor shape does nothing to deter my thoughts of ending this bitch’s life. She gave me to Zack, and he along with those Demon Riders used my body like most all the seven had done. Shoving open her front door with my hip, after turning the knob. I find her sitting at the table in the kitchen, bloody and bruised. Knowing that Pearl is one tough cookie, I am surprised that she has left this woman alive. Only to realize that Pearl did it on purpose, she wanted to give me the chance to take out on Niki some of what she took from me.
Not wanting to really deal with the situation, I am not sure how to handle it. I want to end her for what she has done to me, but I find myself lacking in the knowledge of how to do that. Moving around the house, I notice the door creaking only as I am feeling arms wrap around me.
“My Peach, you weren’t thinking of taking care of her, were you? That is something that I couldn’t let you have on your conscious and you well know that. Please head back out to the truck, there is a prospect waiting in the other room to take you down.” Pulling me close he presses his lips to mine, “I love you little girl. No matter what was done to you, I will always love you. Now get gone so I can deal with this thing here.”
Moving to the door, I hear screeching and stop in my tracks for only a moment. When the noise starts to quiet down, my legs start to move again knowing he has killed for me again.
Being in the truck no more than ten minutes, I know she is no more when he returns. There is more blood on his shirt and his hands look a little worse for the wear. As he climbs into the truck, I notice the prospect and another man head into the house.
“Let’s go get some rests, my Peach. We will need to be back at the clubhouse in the morning.” Reaching for my hand across the seat, he interlocks our fingers, squeezing tight. “I know that we need to talk about what went down yesterday, and believe you me I will find out every detail- know that I love you.” Pulling a small square box outta the glove box, I let out a loud gasp as he repeats. “I love you, my Peach. Nothing will ever be able to rip us apart, and if you’ll do me the honor of becoming not only my ol’ lady and little girl, but of becoming my wife I wouldn’t be happier.”
Nodding my head in answer, I can’t help but jump across the truck bench throwing myself into his lap with little regard to his wound. The wince that shoots outta his mouth, however, reminds me that I should have been a lot gentler and maybe I should not be having the thoughts that I am.
Thoughts of my Papi’s balls deep inside of me. Fucking me into the bed, for hours on end. My Papi using every inch of my body to ring his pleasure from it. The man that I love, that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with.