IT HAD been a month since I was taken. Every night for the past thirty-one days, I dreamt of him. Eric Vega. His face slid into my mind. Bloody and oozing, pieces of brain matter coating me. Every night I would wake up screaming, being comforted by Angel. When I didn’t sleep, neither did he. Buck would lay at my side, sandwiching me between him and Angel. I had learned that when I stirred from my dark dreams, Buck would shove his head into the crook of my neck, wrapping his arm around me. Once he did that, I would fall back asleep.
“He loves you just like I do,” Angel told me one night when we were in the back yard.
“And I love him,” I brushed my hand through Buck’s thick fur, smiling when he let out a heavy sigh. “What are we doing, Angel?”
“We are enjoying the here and now. We’re taking one day at a time and not worrying about the future.” He kissed me, his lips soft like the wings of a butterfly. “We are getting to know each other and taking this one step further each and every day.”
We had talked about marriage when he unofficially proposed.
I was doing it. I was living my life and moving on.
Violet and I weren’t the same. She apologized daily and I kept telling her that I knew she was sorry but a part of me didn’t believe her. I couldn’t just accept that she left to protect us. Call me selfish but if I had to leave, I would tell her. I would feel the need to for fear that it would change our relationship. And it did. It would never be the same.
My father had lost his shit when she revealed herself to him. And finding out that she was addicted to drugs didn’t help. After things had settled down, he cried, holding her close to him. It was a heartbreaking family moment but my dad and I were cautious. The fear of her leaving again would continue to poke at our minds.
Violet confessed to me her dark desires and how it was more than drugs she was addicted to. Sex. All kinds. And lots of it.
“I promised you I would help you through this,” Angel said, interrupting my thoughts. “We will get through this together.”
“But it just started, Angel. What if there are more people like Vega? What if Violet and I are never the same because she was gone for so many years?” My chest tightened. “What if I can’t forgive her?”
“It takes time, Jay. You have been through a lot. You can’t expect everything to go back to the way it was in a day.”
“I don’t want it to go back,” I admitted. “I am stronger because of everything. Since meeting you. Since falling in love…with you. I am so sorry for what Vega did. I know Vice-One is having a hard time dealing with it.” His jaw clenched when those words left my mouth but I continued, knowing he needed to hear what I had to say. “No matter what, you guys will get through this just like we will get through what happened to me. Those girls are safe. We brought down one person. We’ll bring down the rest together.”
“Not at your fucking expense again, though,” he growled through clenched teeth.
“Of course not.” I shivered. “I don’t want to go through that again. I don’t want to lose a piece of myself. I can’t. I can’t fall into that darkness.”
“You won’t. You’re stronger than that,” he reassured me. “Remember what your sisters told you?”
I sighed, curling onto my side.
“They told you they are proud of you.” He brushed the hair off my nape, kissing my neck. “They said if anyone could make it through hell and back, it would be you.” Another kiss. “You inspire them and you can see it every time you’re around them. I know you and Meeka aren’t talking right now.”
“Well, she did that herself,” I mumbled.
“Jay, how do you think I feel? Asher, my brother, a man I have known for years, suddenly tells me he’s best friends with your girl and knew about your sister. I felt betrayed. I still feel it and yeah I punched Stone out, but I still love them. And you still love your sisters.”
“I do.” They were my life.
“We’ll get through this, through whatever life throws at us; we’ll continue getting through it together.”
“I like the sound of that.” I kissed him on the mouth, brushing my lips over his before I delved deeper. Into his mouth. Into his soul. We kissed, molding together as one.
This was how my life would be now. President of King’s Harlots. Girlfriend to the squad leader of Vice-One. Scared but happy.
Angel and I had worked hard to be where we were now and we were one step closer to bringing these bastards down who threatened to destroy the innocence of these girls. We would make them suffer for the lives they took. And we would do it together.
Both of our worlds crashed together.
MC and Military.
From the first time he kissed me, I knew. I fell hard and fast. I never wanted to admit it, but even in the beginning, he dug his way into my soul and I was glad he stayed.
He was the ultimate desire—the sustenance to my cravings and the grit to my smooth.
He was my King.
And I was his Queen.
***THE END***