Hellbound MC - When Broken Hearts Collide

65. Reaper

She was back in my arms. The only positive in this fucked up life of mine.

My father was dead. Murdered at the hands of my ex-girlfriend.

I'd killed her. Squeezed the life right out of her worthless body. I never thought I'd be capable of putting my hands on a woman. Them and children were where I drew the line. And yet as I stood here in the shower, my soulmate held tight in my arms, my mind kept replaying the scene over and over.

The way her body went limp in my hands.

The total silence in the room apart from the constant drip of blood coming from my fathers corpse.

The shocked faces of my brothers as they pryed me off her lifeless body.

But I'd do it all again if it meant that the bitch was gone from this world. No longer a threat to me or my family. My only regret was that I hadn't gotten into that room faster. Maybe I could have saved Grunter if the shock of hearing my mother mentioned in their conversation hadn't frozen me to the spot.

Rocket.

That mother fucking piece of shit.

He killed my mother.

His scum daughter took my father, kidnapped my girl and sold her to some foreign piece of shit as a sex slave.

I would make him pay. Taking his daughters life was just the start. He would feel my wrath.

But right now I needed to be with Alexis. We'd been separated for far to long and I finally felt like I could breathe properly again just having her back.  My mind was running overtime while the rest of my body was having a hard time functioning. But I'd managed to get out what I needed to say to her. And I hope she fucking meant it when she said she wouldn't leave me again.

After being in the shower for fuck knows how long, we finally dragged our bodies out and got dry. The sight of the injuries on Lexi's skin made my blood boil everytime I looked at her, and I couldn't even see the worst of them, the ones covered in dressings. She found a first aid kit, fuck knows where, and set about bandaging up my raw knuckles.

Once done, I picked her up gently and carried her to our bed, placing her down before climbing into bed beside her. She tucked her naked body into mine and once again it struck me just how perfectly she fit against me. Like it was meant to fucking be.

Staring at the blank wall across from me as my mind raced, I silently cursed myself for not being able to have my shit together. She deserved better, my club brothers deserved better. I was President now whether ready or not.

Her slow steady breathing beside me let me know she'd fallen asleep. I allowed myself to look at her, the perfect angel in my arms. Too good, too sweet for this lifestyle. Brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, I wondered if it was right to be so selfish as to demand she stay with me.

An outlaw motorcycle club wasn't the safest place at the best of times, and being Old Lady to the Pres, well that brought its own set of dangers with it. I'd live in constant fear my enemies would use her against me. She'd never truly be 100% safe as much as I tried to convince myself and her I could guarantee she was. After all, look what happened to my mother...

But would that be worse than not having her in my life at all? Than running the risk of having her fall for somebody else one day and having to watch as somebody else live out my dreams for me?

The thought had me shaking with rage. Even the idea of another man touching her had me ready to set the fucking world alight.

Moving her off me gently, I stood up, stealing one last glance at the beauty sleeping in my bed before I stalked from the room. This beast had work to do.