The Biker's Love

Chapter Five

*******Harper******

I tried to sit up but my ribs caused me to squeak, pain shooting up my side. "Fucking shit, you'd think I'd be used to this by now." There was a huge bruise on my chin, when I hit the side of the pavement I cracked a few ribs, my lip was split on the side, and I had a concussion. Doc said I'd be fine in a few days but it was gonna be a living hell. I stood up, Pierce's old shirt coming to my mid thighs. I didn't have any clothes here and J.D. refused to let anyone leave until Pierce got back. I went to his dresser, grabbing a new shirt and a pair of his boxer-briefs. I walked into his bathroom, peeling his shirt off slowly, trying not to stretch my side too much. I slipped under the warm water, it stinging my skin but it felt good on my sore muscles. I stayed under the water for what felt like hours but finally had to get out when the water began to get cold. I climbed out, drying myself off carefully, and drying my hair. I pulled on the boxer-briefs and then the shirt before walking out of the bathroom.

"Fucking hell, Smitty." Pierce walked over to me, running a thumb over my split lip. "I'm gonna kill the bastard." He whispered as he looked over my chin.

"It's fine, Pierce." I whispered, his lips close to mine.

"No it's not." He hissed, "I fucking hate that I wasn't here to save you. I was never there to save you."

"You always saved me, Pierce." I smoothed my hands over his chest and he pulled me closer, careful not to hurt my side.

"I have to go, but you should rest." He pulled away, walking towards the door.

"Pierce," I bit my lip, feeling like that girl in high school. "Don't leave."

"I have to call Chapel," he looked at me and fear slithered back into my veins. "But once I'm done, I'll be back. I promise."

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I woke up from my nap and I turned to see Pierce sleeping next to me. His breathing was even and a strand of his dark brown hair lay loose on his forehead. I brushed it back, liking how it felt on my fingers. "Your hands are soft." Pierce whispered as he took my wrist in his hand and kissed my palm.

"I didn't mean to wake you." I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest.

"It's okay," he kissed my wrist, then my fingers. "I like waking up like this."

"Like what?" I whispered, my voice going breathy and soft.

"With you," he pushed a loose strand behind my ear, running his knuckles over my skin. He looked like he was going to say something else but changed his mind at the last minute. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore, but I'm fine." I assured moving slightly closer to him, his body heat washing over me.

"Harper," he sighed, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply.

"Pierce!" Slasher banged in the door and Pierce stood, kissing the top of my head. He pulled on a shirt and opened the door. "We found the guy that Harper cut." Pierce looked at me as I stood.

"I'll be back." He gave a small smile as he left and shut the door behind him.

********Pierce*******

The man hung from chains in the garage, blood pooling under his hanging feet. I noticed the cut across his bicep and smiled, pride swelling inside of me at the fact that little Smitty learned how to fight. "Well, I see the boys have already had some time to cool off." The guy looked up at me, his left eye swollen shut. I used a wrench to poke at his side, he groaned in pain as I did so. "You see the boys don't like it when ass holes touch Eva. She's kind of like everyone's mom here. And well, then there's Harper. You picked the wrong women to mess with." I took the wrench and hit his ribs, successfully hearing a cracking sound as he screamed. "Now, which one hit the girl?"

"Fuck you," he growled and spit at my feet.

"Wrong answer," I cracked my knuckles as I walked over to the blow torch. Heating it up I brought it under his feet. "Which one of you fuckers touched the girl?"

"Go to hell!" He hissed and I brought the flame to graze his left foot, he howled in pain and the smell of burnt flesh filled the garage. I stood, smacking his face to wake him up.

"We're not done yet, don't pass out on me yet." I gave him a smile as his head hung low, only one eye opening fully. "Which one touched my girl?"

"She got in the way." He tried to defend. "That bitch got in the fucking way!" I punched his stomach, blood spitting out of his mouth.

"Who the fuck touched her?!?" I growled, my temper taking control of me.

"Baylor," he groaned. "Baylor Cross."

"Thanks for the info," I punched him, making his entire body go limp. I walked over to the sink and washing off the blood. "Get rid of him and clean the floor. I want nothing to connect to us, Lord knows that Sheriff Campbell wants to get us on anything he can." Cody and the prospects unchained the scum sucker and hurried to clean things up.

"Baylor, shit, man." Slasher ran a hand over his chin.

"I'm gonna kill that fucking bastard." I peeled my blood soaked shirt, throwing it into a barrel and lighting it on fire.

"We gotta think for a second, Pierce." Slasher tried to reason, but I was beyond that. "He's the President of The Viper's Creed."

"He tried to kidnap my mother, only God knows what he would've done to her." I looked at him up from the flames. "Then he put his fucking hands on Harper, on my Harper. She's bloody and bruised. Tell me why I shouldn't go and fucking deball him?"

"Because you'll not only put them back in danger but you'll put the whole club in danger." Slasher shook his head, "We need to put it to a vote like always. I get it, I want this bastard too but we gotta be smart about this."

"Fine," I growled. "But when I get my hands on Baylor, nothing can save him from The Reaper."