Devils Rebels (MC)

23 - Symphony

Rip POV

I couldn't let her continue with this... this... ridiculous notion that she was the cause of all this death and destruction that swarmed her, unraveled her, made her loathing herself.

I'd just found a woman that gave me a run for my money and wasn't even afraid of the dangers that faced her if she were to continue with her plan. Over my dead fucking body would I ever let her out of my sight never-the-less hand herself off as a fucking sacrifice for me of all people.

She had stormed off into her room, I could hear her shuffling and moving things around as I just stood here thinking about all the time that we had spent together and what it meant to me.

Shaking myself out of it I glanced over at Alex. He was slumped on the couch, the anguish gushing out of him like a river flowing into the ocean.

I sighed and strode to Nyx's room. I opened the door and froze. She stood there, dressed in a pair of black skinny jeans, long sleeved black v-neck shirt, tugging on a charcoal hoodie and her favorite pair of hiking boots. She was absolutely stunning. Her body was perfectly proportionate - her curves balanced well against her petite waist.

I sucked in a ragged breath as I watched her move around her room. Snapping out of my gawking at her I noticed her reaching for a lock box up on her closet shelf.

She hauled it to her bed and plopped it down with a satisfied and determined grunt before punching in the code smiling when it clicked wo signal it was unlocked and able to be opened.

I was ill prepared for the contents that laid inside of it.

Two pistols, one was a .380 Smith & Wesson Bodyguard and the other was a glock. Next to that was a sheathed hunting knife and pepper gel.

"If you think for one fucking second Nyx that I'm going to let you walk out of this house with all of that to storm off into the darkness to your death you have another fucking thing coming! Why the fuck do you even have all of this anyways!?" I felt the rage well up from within me and I was doing my damnest to keep it at bay - I didn't want to be angry at her but how could I not be?

She was everything I wanted in a woman and more and she was willing to just throw it the fuck aside and leave!? I don't fucking think so!

Nyx looked up at me and her eyes darkened, I could see and feel the rage eminating off of her.

"Rip this is non negotiable. I am not going to let another fucking person that I love die because of the bullshit that seems to be fucking stuck to me like glue! This is the only way and I'm being smart - I'm going in prepared as best I can! What would you have me fucking do!? My mother, father, and brother are all fucking dead because of me!" she screeched at me, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

I closed the distance between us, ripping her up off the floor and pinning her to the wall, "You're going to sit the fuck down, calm down and let me call my club. We are going to fix this fucking problem together whether you like it or not because I am not letting my fucking woman go guns ablazing into the fucking night getting her pretty ass killed!" I shot back at her.

She glared at me, and I - just as pissed - glared back. I wasn't about to let her do this on her own. This was just as much my problem as it was hers.

She growled, actually GROWLED at me, "Fine! Fine! Call your fucking club." she snarled.

I set her down slowly and sighed pulling out my cell dialing my VP Zipper. He answered on the first ring a tad irritated per the usual - he was always in a foul mood.

"What the fuck do you want Rip - better be good, I was just about to go to sleep." he growled.

I bit back a snide remark and took a deep breath, "Nyx is in trouble and I need you to call a meeting here at her place - I want all of you here in 15."

Zipper cursed, "What the fuck is going on Rip? They'll wanna know the details ahead of time so they know what kind of protection the need."

I felt the rage building back up ten fold, I was using every ounce of my self-control right now not to find him and whoop his ass, "Doesn't fucking matter. Tell 'em to come packing for war and tell 'em to hurry the fuck up. We ain't got much time to do this. They killed Detective Myers and are gunning for her. One broken in a little while ago. They're using me as a weakness for her so hurry the fuck up." I hung up, not wanting to hear him bitch about it. I was in a foul mood.

I looked down at Nyx, she rested her head against my chest, her breathing had become quick and strenuous. She was scared but she refused to back down. This woman would be my undoing and I didn't fucking care. Not one bit.

I took a step back, pulling her to the bed and setting her on my lap. I wrapped an arm gently around her waist and took my free hand to gently grip her chin to make her look up at me.

"Nyx we will finish this together. I know you believe this is all your fault but it's not. You can rely on me, you can depend on me - it's not a crime. Let me in Nyx. Fucking hell let me in. I'm here, I'm willing to go to fucking hell and back all for you."

Her eyes started to well with unshed tears and it just about fucking ruined me.

"Ah fuck. Don't cry. C'mere." I pulled her in tightly and ran my hand through her hair to try and get her to calm down. She sniffled and buried her head into my chest gripping tightly onto my shirt shaking from crying.

"I can't lose you or Alex, or Erica or anyone else ever again. I don't want to fucking feel like this anymore dammit. I don't want to feel like I can't fucking live the life I want to. They fucking killed Keith! Keith of all fucking people dammit. They fucking knew what he meant to me. They fucking took him from me and I-" She choked on a sob pulling away slightly so she could look up into my eyes.

"-I fought with him. I yelled at him. I didn't even tell him I loved him and now he's... he's... he's fuckign dead!" She pulled away more and wrapped her arms around herself, her beautiful blue and grey eyes darkened and glistened as she cried.

I pulled her back into me and kissed the top of her head softly, "We will fucking finish this Nyx - you can fucking count on it. They won't take another person you love ever again."

She gave a single nod, her body rapidly relaxing as her eyes fluttered shut. Soon she was sleeping peacefully in my arms.

I carried her out of her room, grabbing her favorite fleece blanket and padded into the living room to see Alex pacing behind the couch.

He glanced over at us before turning his gaze back to the floor. I placed Nyx gently onto the couch, putting her blanket over her before I sunk down into the recliner next to the couch waiting for my club to show.

This was going to be one hell of a night...