Chapter Five
Bentley
Walking away from Brynn was hard, but knowing that my brothers are keeping an eye on her helps. I shouldn't have kissed her, but I couldn't help it. I wanted one last taste of her lips. Making my way toward my bike, I swing my leg over her and kick the stand up. Revving the engine, I take off and try not to look back to see the look on her face. If I do, I'm afraid I'm going to turn around and come right back.
She’s a damn drug. One hit was all it took for me to get addicted and I knew that it would only go downhill from there. I wanted like hell to have her on her knees in front of me while my hand gripped her hair and pulled her closer to my dick. I wanted to fuck her on my bike in the middle of the damn street, letting everyone know just who she belongs to.
Fucking hell. I can’t keep thinking about her like that. I need to get the fuck out of here and put her in the past. One night is all I’ll ever take from her.
Making the long as fuck ride to Gunner’s place in Seattle, and I thank fuck that I finally make it when I do. When I pull up to his place, I see the curtain pull aside and Casey’s smiling face staring at me. It’s been a little while since I’ve seen either of them and it might be a nice break to see how they are doing since they called to tell us that they were gonna be parents soon.
The curtain closes, and as I swing my leg over my bike, Casey comes waddling out.
“Bentley Davoli, I never thought I’d see the day.” Her grin is infectious, and I’m glad that she and Gun finally figured their shit out. I know they had some problems when she didn’t want to get mixed up in this life that we lead, but she loves him enough to put those fears to the side and be with him. Although I never expected my sister’s best friend to fall in love with a biker, I’m glad she is part of the family. She makes Gun less of a dick.
“How are you doing little momma?” I ask as I pull her in for a hug. She squeezes me back, and all I can do is think about Brynn and the way her body felt against mine. Shit.
“I’m good. This child is bouncing on my bladder every chance she gets and I’m ready not to be pregnant anymore.” She releases me and starts to walk back toward the house.
“Where’s your old man?” She looks over her shoulder at me and shrugs.
“Not sure, maybe on a run. He said he had some stuff he needed to deal with for the club and then stop by the clubhouse before coming home. But then again, that was about eight hours ago.” She frowns and I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial his number.
It rings a few times before it clicks over to the voicemail. “Hey fucker, call me when you get this. I’m at your house and having my way with your wife.” I hang up and grin at her while she just rolls her eyes.
“Like he will believe that I would touch your dick with a ten-foot pole, Bentley Davoli.” She laughs as she walks into the house with me following behind her.
“You never know, I might get you to do things you’ve never thought of before.” I wink at her, and this time she smacks my shoulder.
“Please, I don’t want you. Gunner gives me exactly what I need when I want it.” She waggles her eyebrows, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Yeah, I’m sure he does. That’s probably how you ended up pregnant.” She narrows her eyes at me for that comment, and I just grin back at her.
“So I was just about to make dinner, you hungry?” I nod my head and follow her toward the kitchen. She goes back to the stove and grabs a pan and opens up the chicken package. I watch her put olive oil in the pan before she looks over her shoulder and raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah, starving. Haven't eaten since last night.”
“Are you kidding me? Your sister isn’t taking care of you anymore?” The grin on her face is one of joking, and I shrug.
“Naw, she’s got three kids and a douche bag to feed every night. I’m sure there wouldn’t be anything left if I went there for dinner.” Her laugh fills the kitchen, and I see what Gunner loves about her. She is beautiful in that girl next door sort of way. She’s got slight curves even with the baby belly she’s sporting.
“Yeah, that’s true. I used to cook for two of those three kids back when she lived out here.” Sadness falls over her face, and my mind is brought back to that fucker that she was married to. The bastard who beat the shit out of her in front of my nephews.
“If he wasn’t dead right now, I’d be glad to kill him,” I mutter, resting my back against their kitchen counter. She nods solemnly and goes back to flouring and something or other to the chicken before putting in in the pan.
“I’m glad they finally got their shit together. I know you probably don’t agree, but Brantley is the only one for her. Her once in a lifetime kind of love.”
I feel like I might gag thinking about that. I don’t like hearing about my sister’s love life any more than I need to. I rather think that she is still a virgin and had an immaculate conception twice. She didn’t have sex to get pregnant. Nope.
“As much as I love her, I don’t want to think about her and Brant having sex. She is still that little girl we helped our old man raise and is wayyyy too young to be having sex.”
Casey just laughs. “Seriously? You are funny. You used to always talk about fucking women and we had to hear all about it. You’ll live Bent.” She starts to move around the kitchen, and I just watch.
I wonder if Brynn would spend time in the kitchen, making me dinner and breakfast every morning – shit, no I don’t. I don’t need to think about that kind of shit. I need to get her out of my mind and quick. I need to find someone else to fuck and now.
Just as I’m about to tell Casey that I’m going to head out to the clubhouse, I hear an engine rev up. “That might be Gun,” she says motioning toward the living room. “Can you check?” I walk over toward the living room, and the engine gets louder. As I pull the curtain back slightly, I don’t recognize the bike or the rider.
“Case, who else would be coming by?” She moves so I can see her and shrugs.
“No one that I can think of. Most of the Saints stay away from the house. I’m not sure if it’s because of Gun or –”
Before she can finish her sentence, the sound of an AK starts, and I drop to the ground and tell her to get down. Crawling toward her, I keep my head down as I make my way to the kitchen. The gunshots don’t stop for a few minutes, and when I finally reach her, I see the freaked out look on her face. I pull her into me and take cover behind a cabinet.
Pulling my gun from the back of my jeans, I slowly look up and see the small holes letting light filter through. The roar of the Harley takes off, and I take a deep breath. “You good?”
She nods her head, but I can see the shock starting to sink in. She isn't okay, and I don’t blame her. From what Gun’s told me, there hasn’t been a problem here in years. Casey witnessed the last drama too, and that’s when she left him.
I grab my phone and call him again. “What?” he barks out when he finally answers.
“Where the fuck are you?” I ask, holding his wife’s shaking body to mine. Her hand stays planted on her stomach and I know she’s terrified that they might come back.
“I’m dealing with some shit.” His voice is angry, and I wonder if he knew that someone is trying to hurt him.
“Well, your house just got shot up,” I mutter. “I suggest you get fucking home.”
I hear him curse under his breath. “Are they okay? Please tell me Case and the baby are okay.”
“She’s okay. Scared as fuck, but fine. I was at the window when it happened; she was in the kitchen.” He blows out a breath before he asks if I can get her to the clubhouse.
“You realize she can’t ride right? All I have is my bike. Shit. I hope that motherfucker didn’t put a few rounds in her too.”
“Take the truck. She knows where the keys are. Just get her here. I don’t want anything to happen to my girls.” I hang up and stand slowly, bringing Casey with me. I shut off the burner as I keep my back to the window and her in front of me. I ask her where the keys are and she grabs them with shaky hands and hands them over to me. I take them and grab her hand, dragging her through the house toward the garage.
As soon as I get her in the truck, I start the engine and open the garage. Pulling out, I check the streets for anything that looks suspicious, but I don’t see a damn thing. Who the fuck would shoot up their damn house with Casey in it?
The drive to the clubhouse is silent. Casey doesn't say a word and looks ready to bolt. I hate that she was there when that shit happened. Looking over at her as we turn down the street that takes us to the clubhouse, I can see the single tear that falls down her cheek. She closes her eyes and keeps them closed until we come to a stop inside the clubhouse gates.
Before I can even put the truck in park, Gunner is pulling her door open and pulling her into his arms. “I’m so fucking sorry, beauty,” he whispers to her. The tears finally start to fall down her cheeks, and she wraps her arms around his neck tightly.
Getting out of the truck, I walk over to where a few of them are standing. “What’s going on here?” Their eyes meet mine, but no one says a word. “I just got fucking shot at; a little explanation would be great.” No one says a word still, so I wait for Gunner. I watch as Johnny comes walking toward us and he raises an eyebrow at me.
I clap hands with him, and he pulls me in for a half-hug. “Hey, kid. Good to see you.”
“Yeah, maybe if it were for other circumstances,” I mutter. He raises an eyebrow at me, and I motion over to Gunner and Casey.
“What happened?” he asks, looking between them and me.
“Someone just shot up their place,” I grumble. My attention goes back over to them, and a hand on my shoulder brings my attention back to Johnny.
“You got hit.” His words don’t really make sense to me, and as I try to make sense of them, I feel my body start to weaken. He puts his hand on my stomach, and that’s when the pain radiates through me. Just fucking great.
Johnny barely keeps me upright as my body decides that now is a good time to fall to the pavement.
“Gunner!” he calls out, and I suck in a breath to hopefully keep myself from passing out. Looking down, I can see the blood that is covering my shirt and jeans. “We need to get him inside and the doc here right fucking now.”