Road from Ruin

Chapter Thirteen

RED

"It's the skulls I fuckin know it. It has the be. They're the only ones ballsy enough to come on to our land and pull this shit. They have connections in Mexico man." Decker shouts as we pull into the clubhouse. I slowly rub my fingers against my temples. This pounding headache has been building for fuckin ever. The sleepless nights, driving from Freeport and back and the stress of this impending drug war is killing me. And I need to get laid. Normally I'd grab some eager sweet butt and fix this problem but a certain pain in my ass Victoria secret model looking hurricane has not only taken over my head but my entire fuckin apartment.

"What do you think red?" Buck says interrupting my inner battle.

"I agree with decker. This has got skulls all over it. They don't care about territory or lives of some young fuckin kids they want money and power. Bet they thought since Freeport is right on the edge of our district they could pull one over on us easy. And the warehouse they're in is dirt cheap." That's the easy part, figuring out who's responsible. Next is how to solve this little problem of ours and it ain't gunna be easy.

"How'd the prospect do on the run?" Buck asks, chuck is an 18 year old kid who doesn't know life outside of the club. His old man lived, breathed and died for the club.

"Good. He's in if you ask me. We handled all four guards and trashed the production line so their little operation should be down for at least a week. Gives us some time to come up with a plan to stop these fuckers." I say confidently.

"We'll meet tomorrow. I'll call the freedom boys in California. Tell them about our problem and see if we can't stop this shit from the source. I know the skulls have been fucking with them by coming from Mexico through Cali." Buck finishes the meeting before clapping both decker and I on the shoulder and heading out into the bar. Guess it's time to drink.

With all this shit going down I haven't had a chance to think about the situation with my angel. I need to either man the fuck up. Kiss her again. Mark her as mine with a real fuckin kiss not the drunken mistake from last night -- and lay down the law of what exactly that means. Or set her free. I promised I'd help her and she has crawled her way into whatever's left of my heart so no matter what I'll stick to my word. I could set her up with a job, an apartment and club protection so she can start fresh. Either way she will live the rest of her life without fear of her Shithead husband. Fuck I need a drink and figure this out.

With confidence that I will walk out into that bar, crush 3 shots of Jameson and decide which option I'm going to take with my angel, I open the door to see none other than my fuckin girl sitting on a barstool laughing with her head thrown back. She's completely immersed in a story Buster the bartender is telling her. He's a good man, stays out of club drama but always has our backs. Has owned and ran the bar his entire life. Doesn't mean I like the fact that he is currently entertaining my girl. Her eyes are glistening and her hair is flowing around her shoulders and down her back. My dick immediately starts to get hard and I have to take this moment where she still hasn't noticed me to readjust myself.

Finally deciding to make myself known I lean against the doorframe and clear my throat. That old fucks eyes dart over to me and back to my angel before excusing himself to go clean what ever. My angel keeps laughing while looking at me. She runs her fingers under her eyes to clear the tears from laughing so hard. I slowly walk towards her like a hunter to it's prey. She gulps slowly after the laughter stops and I see all the humour drain from her face. "What's so funny." I saw when I finally reach her. Invading her personal space and caging her in with my with my arms by grabbing the bar behind her. Her eyes slowly trail up my arms, to my neck and finally meet my eyes. "Uh well Buster was just keeping me entertained while I waited here forever for you. He was telling me a story of a prospect caught passed out drunk with his pants at his ankles." She says with her chin tipped up at me, showing off her typical confidence. If she only knew that no one speaks to me the way she does. No one defies me like her. She would probably be terrified. I don't know if that pisses me off or turns me the fuck on.

I grab her chin between my fingers and watch as she bites her bottom lip. I want to fuckin bite that plump lip. "Waiting here forever for me? You got an issue Angel?" I say as I slowly run my finger back and forth on her jaw. "No problem." She states. "A note or something would have been nice.... I woke up all alone." Shrugging she tries to turn away from me, refusing to look in my eyes.

"Well angel I'm sorry I worried you. Figured by the state of you last night I would be fine to leave for a while and come back to find you still unconscious. Next time I'll....leave a note." I say fighting back a laugh. And I can tell I just pissed her off. She tries again to turn away from me. "Look at me angel. Now." She does. "Didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm glad you had fun last night. You needed it. When I say something I mean it. I'm sorry if you were worried, but if you plan on sticking with me for a bit you're going to need to get over that." She reaches up and grabs my hand that's still on the side of her neck, holding her in place.

"I did need to have fun last night. Thank you. And I don't think I'll ever be able to stop my worrying, but I guess I'll have to try right?"

"So you stickin with me for a bit?" I spit out trying to hide the fact that I'm genuinely afraid she'll say no.

"Well yeah where else would I go?" She says with a laugh. And at that I finally drop my hand and break the connection. Of fucking course she's only here for help, her cars still in the shop she can't leave even though she clearly wants to. She must see something in my face because she jumps off the bar stool and puts her hands on my shoulders.

"Red I did not mean it like that. I... even if you fixed my car the first day we met I'd still be here. Not because I don't have anywhere else to go but because I want to. You make me feel alive and safe and excited about my life instead of afraid and stuck. I'll stay as long as you want me to stay. I have no where else to go that makes me feel the way you've made me feel. Until you're sick of me I swear I'll be here. Besides I owe you a favour remember?" She finishes clearly trying to lighten the mood. She doesn't understand that she finally said everything I wanted to hear. That she's not some helpless captive, she wants to be here.

I grab her by the neck and pull her body against mine, finally slamming my lips against hers. She moans into my mouth and relaxes against me so I take the opportunity to taste her. I flick my tongue inside her mouth, she tastes like Jameson and mint and it's fucking addictive. She's kissing me back just as eagerly and I finally bite her perfect bottom lip that's been teasing me for days. I break the kiss and run my thumb over that lip. "Fuck angel. I've wanted to do that since I saw you come out of the smoke from your car on the side of the road. Got a taste last night but couldn't do it while you were plastered, can't believe I waited this long." I say before kissing her again. Fuck she smells good. I move and kiss down her jaw to her neck and take a hit of my angels smell. She shivers against me and grabs a handful of my hair trying to bring my mouth back to hers. Laughing I finally say, "let's go the fuck home."

Guess the decisions been made. She's mine now, marked in front of the club in the middle of the bar. Everyone already knew that they couldn't touch her, couldn't even look at her the wrong way because she was mine, but now I sure as hell ain't ever letting her go. She's going to need to know exactly what being mine means.