Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) (2 page)

I wasn’t worried about the financial side of things, I had asked that they help with the medical side of things since I didn’t have the greatest insurance, being self employed and all. However, I did make enough to pay for my own housing and food. I knew once the pregnancy progressed things might change, but I really did
not
want to move into a house filled with nasty, dirty bikers. I hadn’t even known that was part of either of their lives till I moved to Arizona. They’d roared up on their bikes, Ellis wearing a leather vest thing— a ‘cut’ as I later learned a lot of bikers wore —with all sorts of badges and markings on it that told me he was some badass biker dude. I almost laughed thinking of the over-the-top sweet guy who waited on his woman hand and foot at the treatment facility, but I didn’t think Ellis was the kind of guy you laughed at. Plus, it was actually kind of sexy how he took care of his woman.

Sighing, I got up and walked over to the phone and dialed the doctor. I let him know that I had gotten a positive test and he asked for me to come in four weeks after the implanted the eggs. So, even though we knew technically I was pregnant, they wouldn’t be able to see much with an ultrasound until I was a bit farther along. I texted the time to Ryan and sat back down on the couch with the pregnancy test and a picture of my mother back in her prime.

“I hope I’m doing the right thing, Mom. I’m doing this for you.” I smiled and showed her the test as if she could really see it.

~Patrick~

Tilting my head towards my shoulder, my neck popped before I moved it the opposite side. I was trying to release the tension in my shoulders. My sister was back in the house and this time she was with Ellis. I still didn’t know how I felt about my sister fucking my best friend, but it wasn’t up to me. They were going to do it anyway. I might as well not have that fight over and over with Ryan. She was a stubborn pain in my ass. While I could get almost anyone else to do what I wanted, she never bent unless she wanted to. And I let her get away with it most of the time because she was my little sister. Plus, I owed her after everything I put her through.

I already told Ellis if he didn’t get a ring on her finger soon he’d be seeing the other side of my fists for pussy footing around. He swore he had something planned, but I was getting tired of waiting. My sister deserved to be treated right and I knew she loved the bastard, so he needed to get on it. I never wanted to get married, didn’t see the point in it, but it was what
she
wanted, so if I had to step in to make sure it happened, I would.

Really I was happy to have her back home where I could see her all the time. Ryan and Ellis were talking about getting a house a few doors down from the Tormented Souls Club House we were all currently living in, but I was trying to make the idea look not so appealing. We might be adults, but I still felt like I had missed out on so much of her life.

Ryan had been a wild child, then one day she just up and left for the Marines without letting me get in my two cents about it. She was overseas for most of her seven years in. The brat used the distance to hide a boatload of secrets from me, and that pissed me off. Okay, maybe it hurt me that she didn’t come to me for help with things like an abusive boyfriend or cancer, but I wouldn’t admit it to anyone. Then she thought she could come home after so many years only to leave again after spending a few months at home to go “find herself”. The little liar had been planning on never coming back at all, as in go off and
die
. Thankfully, Ellis had gone with her. Even though he had to get his cock in her to get her to see she had her head up her ass, I was glad he found a way to get through to her. I was pretty sure they were fucking before they left anyway, but they were trying to be sneaky about it then. Didn’t matter— however he had managed to do it, he’d saved her life and I’d forever be grateful to him for doing so.

Her second round of chemo treatments had taken a year, but she had moved back into the club house when she returned to Arizona and I didn’t want to let her move out again. She wasn’t just my kid sister, I had helped raise her. Everything in my life had changed when I took over her custody and it was hard to change the habit of doing everything I could to make her happy. I was always so busy running the club business I didn’t get to spend much time with her, but having her under the same roof, I at least heard stories and occasionally ran into her. If she moved out, I wouldn’t have those chances.

A bang on my office door pulled me from my musings. Before I could respond, the door was flung open and two of my guys squeezed through the door. Slam and Piro. They weren’t the brightest in the bunch, but what they were missing in brains they more than made up in body. Most people said I was a big guy, but these two made me look small. I could take them in a gun fight, no doubt; my aim was better. If it came to hand to hand, it could go either way. Not that it mattered, they would do anything I told them to do.

“What the fuck do you want?” I snarled at them dropping my feet off the desk and sitting up straight. I was in my stupid suit that I occasionally had to wear for business. I tugged at the tie I had already loosened.

“Boss, we’ve had something come up,” one of them said. I sighed and stood to follow them out to the garage we had just built on the back of the property I owned. I called the club house, “my house” was a house built on a couple of acres on the city limits. I’d been debating on adding on an extension so more of the guys could live at the house, but I didn’t think I was ready to give up the small amount of privacy I got. There were always people coming and going as it was, but only a handful of them stayed over night unless there was a party. The new addition was a massive building with a few rooms for us to conduct business we didn’t want anyone else to see. There were no windows for people to peek in and security was just as tight on it as it was on the house. Always there, always watching, just not where you could see them. Following behind Piro and Slam, I unbuttoned and rolled up my shirt sleeves revealing my forearms, which were completely covered with tattoos.

“What’s going on?” I asked as we entered the garage. Club business was never discussed in the open and rarely in the house. The garage was completely sound proof, just one of the measures taken to ensure we had privacy.

“We found this guy trying to break in. He doesn’t want to tell us who sent him or what he was looking for,” Piro said, flicking his hand toward a man who was tied to a chair with a hood over his head.

I sighed loudly. The guys should have known how to handle the situation. They really didn’t need to involve me, but I felt like letting out some aggression, might as well be on relieved in the form of a punishment. My sister, Ellis and the broad who was going to be carrying their baby had gone to the doctor earlier and I still hadn’t heard how things had gone. Why I felt so desperate to know what the doctor said, I didn’t know. Quite possibly because I knew how important the whole thing was to Ryan. Not being in control of the situation and being powerless over it as a whole really put me in a bad mood. As I looked at the man sitting there, I pulled my tie off. He did look rather pathetic, breathing all fast like he already knew what was coming.

“You might as well just tell us who sent you. You’re tied up with no chance of escape.” I rested my ass on one of the benches along the wall. Wrapping my tie around one of my hands, I watched as he lifted his head in my direction, following my voice.

“Fuck off. I won’t tell you shit,” the trespasser spat at me. I shrugged, then nodded my head. I hadn’t expected him to really give it up so easily. It wouldn’t have been any fun if he had.

“Okay. How about you tell us what you were hoping to find out by sneaking around here?” I calmly asked as I released my tie, only to wrap each end around a hand, pulling it taut between them.

“I was hoping to fuck your sister.” The dickhead decided to say the worst fucking thing possible.

I leapt forward and wrapped the tie around his throat, linking my fingers behind his neck, choking him, before ramming his head against my knee repeatedly until blood soaked the bag over his face. Releasing one side of the tie, I twisted both ends in one hand, continuing to cut off his oxygen. I reached up and yanked off the hood so I could see his bulging eyes. Rivulets of blood ran down his face from the cut on his cheek and what appeared to be a broken nose. Releasing the tie, I grabbed the back of his head in one hand while balling his shirt in my fist before slamming my head into his again and again.

I was trying to get the image of my sister being raped from my mind. She’d been raped before and we’d killed that motherfucker. This shitbag would be lucky if I didn’t kill him for simply saying such a stupid thing. He was spraying blood out of his mouth as he gasped in ragged breaths. For good measure, I kicked him in the nuts as hard as I could, which also knocked his chair over. Turning, I walked toward the door. My heart was racing, my breathing was quick, but I had to leave before I did more damage. I could easily keep going since he wanted to talk bad about my sister, but I didn’t want to kill him.

“You two take him back to Scrapes. I know that’s his master. He’s still breathing… for now.” I threw the door open and stomped across the yard back to the house. Time to find another way to blow off this boiling rage that seemed to always be inside me. I walked straight to the living room where I knew there’d be at least one whore. Finding a blonde with nice tits as soon as I walked in the room, I grabbed her hand. Without a word, I led her back to my office, kicking the door shut. Spinning quickly, I pressed her back against the door with a hand wrapped loosely around her throat. “Suck my dick,” I snarled, glaring into her eyes. After swallowing hard, she nodded quickly in response then dropped to her knees in front of me. I wiped my cheek and realized there was blood on my face and hands. As the bitch fumbled with my belt, I tore open my shirt, not caring as a few buttons popped off. Yanking it off my shoulders, I balled it up and used it to wipe my face off and discovered I had a cut of my own on my forehead.

“Ew. There’s blood all over your pants.” The bitch complained. Dropping my shirt, I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her upward with a sigh. She had one job and she couldn’t even do it without complaining. I swear women were useless.

“Fine. I’ll just fuck you instead.” Tossing her towards the desk, she groaned and whined under her breath. “Either shut the fuck up or you can leave and I’ll find someone else.”

“No. No, I was just surprised. I’m sorry, Wrench.” She bent over the desk, arching her back, pushing out her ass. I’d fucked her a few times before, she knew what to expect. I pulled a rubber out of my drawer before releasing my semi-hard cock from my pants. She wasn’t exactly turning me on, but once I got in her I’d get hard enough to get off and calm myself enough to continue my day. After slipping on the condom, I kicked her feet apart and positioned my dick at the entrance to her cunt.

I slammed my dick all the way in. She wasn’t wet enough to make it easy, but I liked fighting her tightness, it turned me on. Pulling her hair, making her scream my name in pain, I repeatedly slammed into her over and over. Her hips were bouncing off the desk between thrusts. She’d probably be bruised and I’d probably have to move my desk back into position, but I didn’t care. I was going to fuck her hard since it always made me come. She’d come too, but that was because she was a whore more than any skill on my part. Her loud shrieks and writhing body told me she came. I pulled out and snapped off the rubber before rubbing my fist up and down my cock until I spewed come all over her ass. Landing a hard slap to one ass cheek, I stepped back from her.

“Get out,” I growled before I had even pushed my cock back into my pants. I didn’t have time to deal with her. I needed to get to my room, get showered and back to the office quickly since I had actual business to take care of. She tried to push her skirt back down, but I grabbed her arm and moved her towards the door. I opened it, pushed her out and then shut the door before fixing my pants. Sex always helped me get my mind together, push the stupid shit that took over my mind back into its locked box so I could function like a normal…okay, semi-normal person.

I grabbed my shirt and made my way to my room to shower, then put on another suit so we could head out to a meeting I needed to get to. The sex had worked. My mind was calm and ready for the business meeting I needed to go well.