Chapter Seven

Rock

“Who knows the secret tomorrow will hold?

We don't really need to know

'Cause you're here with me now, I don't want you to go” - Jonas Blue

I pull into the clubhouse exhausted from the run. I love being on my bike but everything is so tense right now. We all need to have eyes in the back of our heads because whoever these assholes are, they could strike at any point.

Pulling in I see Tracker outside. I texted Chrissy a few times but barely got a response from her. After I get some sleep she’s my first stop.

“Everything good, brother?” I give him a nod.

“Yea, I’m surprised to see you here. Thought you’d have raced over to your girl’s house once you got back into town,” he says as he’s walking to his bike.

“Why would I do that?”

He stops and looks over at me. “Shit, you haven’t heard?”

“Start talkin’ fast.”

His hand scrubs over his face. “Some shit happened at her work yesterday. I don’t know all the details. One of the dads lost it during a visit and roughed her up pretty good.”

I’m on my bike before he can even finish. Multiple images run through my mind. She’s hurt. She didn’t call me. I push my bike to twice the speed limit needing to be at her place yesterday. There are so many emotions swirling through me. I’m pissed the fuck off that she didn’t tell me, I’m also livid that some asshole touched her. She’s mine and it’s my job to protect her.

I pull into the parking lot for the building and take the stairs two by two. Not even bothering to knock, I open the door and get even more annoyed that it’s unlocked. I’ve been telling her every damn day to keep this shit locked.

Chrissy walks out of her bedroom, letting out a yelp when she sees me standing there. “Jesus, knock next time maybe?”

“If the damn door was locked then I’d have to knock.”

Her eyes narrow at me. “Don’t start with me Rock, I’m in no mood.”

That’s when I really look at her. The whole right side of her face is purple and the corner of her mouth is swollen. As she takes a few steps I see that she’s favoring her left side. I walk toward her and she freezes. Lifting the hem of her shirt I see a matching bruise on her ribs.

She pulls her shirt from my grasp and yanks it down. “I’m fine. It looks worse than it is.”

“You’re not fucking fine. Why didn’t you tell me what happened?” I try and keep my tone level but it’s hard.

“Because it wasn’t a big deal and I didn’t want to worry you over nothing.” She turns away from me but I catch her arm.

As much as I want to pull her to me, crash my lips against hers, and make her realize how this works, I can’t. “This ain’t nothin’, babe. Some asshole thinkin’ it’s okay that he puts his hands on you ain’t nothing. When I claimed you, it was a message to everyone that you’re mine. Mine to have, to keep, to protect. Comin’ back and hearing this shit from Tracker ain’t right. I should have heard it from you.”

She pauses and then nods her head. “I’m sorry.”

I pull her to me slowly and enjoy the feeling of her pressed against me. “And start locking the goddamn door.”

She laughs and then looks up at me. My thumb brushes over her cheek and she winces.

“What happened?”

She takes my hand leading me to the couch and then goes through the whole story. I could have lost her. One more second and that asshole could have pulled the trigger. “Where is he now?”

“Mr. Cane? He’s in jail, the officer’s bullet hit his shoulder.” She lets out a sigh. “My supervisor called me and told me to take the next week off and someone will cover my families. She also informed me that I’ll be getting information to appear at the trial. I know I have to do it, but part of me doesn’t want to see him again. The way he looked at me, how easily he shot her mom, it was scary.”

“Don’t worry about it. Fucker won’t make it to trial.” I stand up walking into one of the bedrooms and pulling out my phone to call Brick.

“Yea?”

“Brother, you still have a contact at the prison?”

“Yea, a buddy of mine. He owes me a few favors. What’s up?”

Relief fills me knowing I can take care of this for her. “I need the asshole that went after Chrissy taken care of. His last name is Cane. Fucker needs to not make it to his trial.”

“Consider it done.”

Walking back into the living room Chrissy is still where I left her.

“Don’t worry about the trial.” Her eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Can’t give you the details so don’t ask. You eat dinner?”

She shakes her head. Grabbing the phone, I order us a pizza, then sit next to her. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…” She looks around and I feel like she’s uncomfortable. “Are things always that easy? Things that shouldn’t be? You just make a call and have someone taken care of? Crime comes so easy?”

My fingers grip her chin and pull her face to me. “What you need to understand is that we take care of our own. No matter what the circumstance. No matter what it takes. When I claimed you, so did the club. You are a part of our family now, my family. Anyone who hurts you will never have an opportunity to do it again. This is something that you’ll have to get used to, shit may not always be legal but it always has a purpose. I need to know if you can handle that.”

She doesn’t say anything for a long time before she meets my eyes again. “I’ll work on it. It won’t be immediate. I’ll have questions.”

“You can ask me anything, but you need to accept if it’s something I can’t give you an answer to.”

She looks away. “That’s what I don’t get. I’m supposed to be yours, supposed to be the club’s family, but I have to be kept in the dark? It doesn’t make any sense.”

“You are family, but you aren’t a brother. The girls could probably explain it better than me. Maybe you should all try and go to lunch together, do some girly shit.”

Her eyebrow raises at me. “Girly shit? What am I a teenager?”

“Listen, I don’t know what they do. If I had to guess, probably drink and talk shit on us. You’d love it.” I wink at her and actually get a smile back. “Now what’s gonna happen is that I’m takin’ your sexy ass in the bedroom and we aren’t coming out till morning.”

Her eyes widen at the same time her smile does. “Well, when you put it so romantically.”

“Don’t pretend like you want that shit. You like it rough and raw, and I fucking love it.”

I scoop her up trying to be careful of her ribs and kick the bedroom door shut behind me.

Placing her on the floor I grip the hem of the shirt she’s wearing and pull it up over her head. She hooks her fingers into her shorts pulling them and her panties down at the same time.

“Lay down,” I say as I take my cut off and lay it on her dresser. Shedding the rest of my clothes I look at her laying on the bed, her hair surrounding her head like a damn halo.

Positioning myself above her I favor the side without the bruises. My head dips placing gentle kisses over the dark purple marks. Goose bumps break out across her skin as her nails run across my back.

“Rock,” she groans out and my dick gets harder as my name rolls off her lips. I kiss her marks trying to ease her pain while hating that I couldn’t protect her from it. Each kiss moves lower until I wrap around her body and get to her pussy. I pause and she squirms underneath me.

My head dips as I taste her, a hum of appreciation coming from me. I love the way that she tastes and that she’s mine to have. I spread her wide and start stroking her with my tongue, loving the moans coming from her and she arches into my mouth. As I devour her like she’s my last meal, her legs squeeze my shoulders tight as she screams.

Looking up her chest is heaving and she has a sated smile on her face. I kneel next to her taking her hand and pulling her up. Pulling her back against me, I take a minute enjoying the way her bare skin feels against mine. My hand runs up her back pushing down once I reach her shoulders.

I may need to be gentle but I also need to take her tonight.