Devil Riders- MC

8

Kicker's pov ***

   I watch Kassandra closely as she eats. I know that she is embarrassed from not being able feed herself. But I kinda like feeding her. When she spills her drink on herself, nobody says a word. We all reach to help her, but she stands and leaves the table. I wave everyone else to remain behind.

  I follow as Kassandra feels her way upstairs. When she stops at our door, I know that she doesn't have a key. "Do you have the key, Dalton?" I am surprised and proud as fuck to know that she knew that I was with her.

  We get her clothes changed and go to the meeting room. Then to the shed.

  We walk back into the interrogation room with Stella and Hammer.

  "Kicker, can you kick all three of them?" She asks me so sweetly.

  "Where at, my pixie?"

  "Umm!" She acts as if she is truly thinking about it. "Let me see. Oh wait a minute! I can't see! Because they tortured my face. So I choose their faces. Please!"

  "My pleasure!" I walk to the idiots and kick each one of them in the face.

   "That looks so much better. Thank you, Kicker!"

  "You are welcome, my pixie! I'm happy to help."

  She looks towards her mother when Mona gasped. "Oh shut up, Mona. You'll get yours soon."

   Kassandra and the rest of us were talking as if we were having a regular conversation. Every time we heard her mention a hit, kick, hair pull, or stab, we did it to the fuckers who hurt my woman.

  Mona starts crying like a baby deprived of a bottle.

  "Stella, I think that the slut deserves to have a reason to cry. Something along the lines of a fist to the face or a gut punch."

  "My pleasure Phenix!" She stood and went to stand in front of Mona.

   She drew her hand back and let it fly. Mona's head jerked back to hit the back of the chair that she is sitting in.

  Mona is really wailing now. Stella pulls her fist back and lets it fly again. Mona's wailing stops instantly. She has no air in her lungs.

   "That sounds a lot better! Thank you, Stella!" Kassandra replied as Stella sat beside her again.

  This went on for about an hour. Then the guys all pass out. Butcher checks their pulses. He doesn't find one in the third guy.

  Kassandra decides that it is time to go back to the clubhouse. We go into the bar and talk about life. Hammer and Stella get to know Kassandra better. I can tell that they like her. "Pixie, is your arm hurting? You're face is pale. Like you are hurting."

  "It is more my head than my arm. I'm ok though. I don't want to seem rude by going to bed. We have guest." She tells me quietly.

  "Sweetheart, they will understand why you go to bed. We have all had injuries. Come on. I'll take you upstairs." I stand and pull her with me. "I'm taking Kassandra to bed. She is hurting." I announce to the group around us. "Butcher, come with us. You may have some way to make her pain to go away."

  "Arm or head?" He asked as we left the bar behind us.

  "My head, Butcher. Just some aspirin will work." Pixie tells him.

   "I have something better than aspirin." We went into the apartment and I undress Kassandra then lay her on the bed under the sheet.

    I had talked to pixie about a second lover. I think that Butcher would be the best fit. "I will massage your temples, Kass. Is that ok?" Butcher tells her.