Having her (Golden reaper MC)

6 - Gunner

Waking up the next morning was like nothing ever before, the peace I felt was amazing and I didn't want to ever stop feeling like this. Looking down when I felt pressure in my chest I realized that my Angel must have rolled over in her sleep as she was now pressed up against my side with her head on my chest with an arm thrown over me, her hand resting over my heart. Warmth spread through me when she nuzzled her head into my neck when I reached up and stroked her hair.

I don't know how long I laid there just admiring how peaceful she looked as I ran my hand through her hair again completely mesmerized by the softness of it, I immediately stopped when I felt her begin to stir looking down at her with a smile I wait for her to open her eyes before I speak, making sure to keep my voice gentle so not to scare her "good morning". My smile widened at the feel of her shiver at my voice. lifting her head she gave me a smile that seemed to light up her entire face causing the wall around my heart to crumble just that little bit more. "what time is it?" my girl asks, turning my head I look at the clock to see that it was only 9. huh that's the longest I've ever slept in before "it's only 9, hey do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions" she nods after a moment allowing me to continue "ok, first of all, what's your name?" At my question she lets out a small laugh "Angelica Rose Blackwood, what's yours?" a beautiful name for a beautiful girl "Jace Daniels but everyone here knows me as Gunner, ok next question, you can take your time answering this one but I need to know the answer in order to keep you safe. What happened to you?"

I watch as she takes a deep breath and clears her throat before answering "I was 13 when I was first taken, that was about 12 years ago. During the first year I went through what they called 'training' it was basically them teaching you to be obedient and submissive to whoever 'owns' you. I took a little longer to 'break', as it were since I never liked being told what to do especially as a teenager. Anyway over the years I've been either a 'slave' or a 'prisoner' it depends how you want to see it but I've been through every form of torture you could think of along with being raped, what makes this worse is that they made it appear as if I was dead so no one in my family knows that I am still alive, I can't think on the pain that they went through" with that last statement the tears that had been building up as she relieved everything that happened to her finally spilled over as a heart wrenching sob racked her body. without a single shred of hesitation I quickly scoop her into my arms and set her in my lap as I hold her while rubbing circles into her back.

It took about an hour for her to calm down as she fell asleep in my arms as I went over everything that she had just told me, by then it was difficult for me to keep my anger contained at the thought of all her injuries including the scars that laced her skin and the pain she must have gone through for so long. Who would want to hurt her, she looked so innocent and by the way she was trembling when I first saw her I knew that she wouldn't hurt a fly. I don't know why I felt like I could trust her but I just did, it was like a part of my brain was just wired to know her, to focus solely on her and her alone. I had already noticed small things about her, like how a small crease would form in-between her brows when she thought about what I was saying to her and how she had reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear when she appeared nervous.

Gently laying her down I pulled the cover up to her chin and placed a small kiss on her forehead. I turned and left. Walking out of that room seemed to have been one of the hardest things I had ever done, like I was leaving a part of my behind while I walked to the gym to work on some of my anger since I didn't want to hurt anyone. Once I entered the gym I shrug of my t-shirt and leave it on one of the benches by the doorway and make my way over to the punching bag on the wall near the punching bags is an assortment of work out wraps as well as gloves grabbing the black wraps I quickly wrap my wrists and hands before finally releasing my anger on the poor punching bay the swung with the velocity of every punch I made.

"woah! what did that poor bag ever do to you" I could tell by the smirk in his voice that it was Hawk. "Nothing, just needed to get something out of my system" turning and seeing the look on his face I knew that he was looking for me to say more. Sighing I tell him "I spoke to Angelica this morning and she told me a little of what happened to her, you know she hasn't seen her family in 12 years, 12 years Hawk of nothing but ain for her and yet she still has it in her to laugh and smile when we were talking" once finished my anger was back again so I turn and stat punching that bag again while I hear Hawk curse out in his anger too. None of our men would be able to hold in their anger if they had seen what had happened to her since all of us pride ourselves to project the innocent not harm them. Once my anger had settled to a bearable level I turned to find Hawk running his hands through his hair while cursing every now and then.

"Listen Gunner, the main reason that I came in here was to talk to you. One of the men that was in the van got away" hearing these words caused me to freeze. how the fuck did this fucker manage to get away, especially with five of them there. Voicing my thoughts out loud to Hawk he tells me what happened. "Once you left there was a small shoot out two men got shot but it's nothing serious. Viper got shot in the shoulder while Beast took a bullet to the thigh. The guy that we managed to get his name is Alexander Michals. We've done a background check on him and I must say he's got one hell of a record, everything from drug deals to arsen and more. He's in one of the cells but we can't seem to get any answers from him so I asked Rage to get down there once he finishes up at the parlour."

I nodded my head in agreement since everyone knew that Rage was the best at getting answers from anyone, hell the boy would be able to talk a priest into committing a sin if he wanted to. "I wanna talk to this bastard first since he played a part in hurting my girl." Once the words left my mouth I knew I had made a mistake as calling her my girl meant that Hawk would now ask a ton of questions and I wasn't exactly sure that I knew the answers myself. And I was right if the shit eating grin on his face was any indication, when he opened his mouth to speak I quickly shut him off. "Don't" with that I walked off, but not before seeing Hawks grin turn into a smirk as he chuckled while walking behind me.