I couldn’t agree more.
Chapter Twelve
Tiny
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?” I ask as Chains holds me in bed. After mind blowing sex in the shower, Chains took his time to dry me then himself off. Now I was only in one of his shirts while he’s in boxers. With the kids in here neither of us want to be naked. Which is how we usually end up at some point in the middle of the night.
“I don’t want you worrying about it, Bitsy,” Chains sighs, his fingers gliding over the small of my back.
“Worry about what?” This freaks me out.
“Baby, let’s worry about it later. It’s already been a long fuckin’ day. One that I don’t want ruined by anything else,” Chains proclaims.
“Okay,” I murmur. I understand where he’s coming from. “Will you tell me tomorrow?” I push.
“Yeah, Bitsy, I’ll tell you tomorrow,” he mutters as he stills his fingers. “When I do though, I want you to promise me now that you won’t try to do something stupid like leave me.”
Oh God, it must be bad if he wants me to promise not to leave him.
“I promise,” I whisper and I mean it, I won’t even if I feel the urge to do so. I trust Chains and the club more than anyone else in the world to protect me. Hell, I was willing to leave my children with them instead of risking their lives with me. God, how could I be stupid to think about leaving them in the first place. I could have stood up to Chains and made him listen.
But the letter I wrote for him said it all and now he gets it. I feared him hurting me last night in a way I’ve never felt before. Whereas tonight I’m snuggled into his chest about to sleep knowing he’ll be there when I wake up.
“Good, baby. Come tomorrow I’m gonna have to tell you shit you’re not gonna want to hear. Hell, I don’t want to tell you but when I do just know I’ll give my life to protect you and our children.”
Closing my eyes, I can take a wild guess as to what he’s going to tell me and he’s right. The thought makes me want to run. I’ve hidden for years from my father and I don’t want him catching up to me. I don’t want to become the property of a man who scares the daylights out of me. I don’t want anyone but the man who’s holding me in his arms right now. The very same man whose name is on my shoulder. Whose ring I’m now wearing. And the property patch I wear.
There’s something to be said about fear and I can only hope I’m strong enough to withstand the fear. I also pray it doesn’t come down to me losing the man who holds my heart. Because if I lose him, you might as well put a bullet to my head and kill me right along with him. Make it into a real-life Romeo and Juliet type scene where they both die in the end.
Sighing, I wrap myself tighter around Chains and hold on as tight as I can. “I love you, Darren Garnier. You’re not allowed to leave me. Ever. So, you do whatever the hell it is to make sure that never happens.”
Chains chuckles quietly as he adjusts us until we’re on our sides facing each other. “Love you too, Bitsy, I promise you, I’ll be doing just that. Now let’s get some shut eye,” he rasps and presses a kiss against my lips.
Nodding I burrow into his warmth and slowly drift off into a restless sleep.
“You have a beautiful breeder, Vincent.” A fearful shiver flows through my body at this man’s words as he eyes me while speaking to my father.
“That I do, Nixon, if only her cunt of a mother would have been as useful,” my father sneers, his hand runs through my hair and grips a chuck of it in his fist.
“Do you believe she’ll be able to produce the sons I’m wanting?” Nixon asks his eyes grazing my body.
I’m sure he’s envisioning me without the clothes I’m wearing.
“Without a doubt, I’ve had the doctors test her to make sure she was indeed fertile and will be able to breed plentiful.” I inwardly cringe at being spoken of as if I were nothing more than a farm animal.
“Then good, I’ll be back to claim her on her seventeenth birthday and I expect her to still have her virtue intact. I look forward to taking that myself,” Nixon says, causing my stomach to churn as he speaks to my father. Turning to me he takes a step forward. “I also look forward to seeing just how radiant your body really is. If you are good then I’ll keep you around for a long while.”
“Bitsy, wake up, it’s okay, baby. It’s only a dream,” Chains murmurs against my ear as he holds me tight to him.
My breathing is harsh as I remember the sheer terror of that night when Nixon came to the house. The way he leered at me with lust in his eyes.
Nausea rolls in my stomach and it’s all I can do to rush out of the bed and into the bathroom. I fall to my knees in front of the toilet right as vomit comes up.
Tears well in my eyes as I continue to hurl.
“Easy, baby,” Chains murmurs as he pulls my hair from my face. “It’s gonna be okay.” His voice is filled with worry while trying to soothe me.
As my stomach settles, I lift my head
