“Take me home. I want in your bed until I can’t walk.”
He flashes me a devilish grin. “Babe, you know me too well.”
He grips my hand and turns to the guys. “You boys enjoy your night, and thanks. Tell Joe Ciara has gone home too, yeah?”
They all nod at him, and then turn and walk into the bar. Spike takes my hand and leads me to his bike. I climb on happy, content and feeling like finally, I might have a chance to make something of my life.
And finally, it’s with the man I adore.
Fuck yeah.
CHAPTER 19
PRESENT – CIARA
“Hey Addi, is Spike here?” I call to Addi as I walk through the Hell’s Knights compound two weeks later.
“He’s in with Cade, two doors on the left honey.”
“Thank you! I’ll come chat when I’m done, I just have to ask him about something.”
She waves a hand and flashes me a grin. I return it, and then head down the hall.
I smile as I walk, finally happy. Spike and I have been going great for the past few weeks. I spend most nights with him, and we spend a lot of time fucking. Oh, and what great fucking it is. I feel my cheeks heat as I move down the large hall. We haven’t found out if I’m pregnant or not yet, and I think we have kind of stopped worrying about it. At least, I have.
I grip the handle to the door that is second on the left, like Addison said. I knock, but no one answers, so with a shrug, I open it. What I see has me reeling back into the hall, screaming at the top of my lungs.
Jackson, one of his MC members, and a pretty blonde girl. Fucking. I mean...hardcore, fucking. I scrub at my eyes and swing my head from side to side, mumbling ‘No, no, no, no, no,’ over and over. Jackson calls out my name, but I can’t scrub the image from my mind. Jackson, my father-like figure, my kind, sweet Jackson...was going at it with another man and one woman. He was having a ménage. Jackson...JACKSON. Oh god, it burns.
I can’t erase the images no matter how hard I try. Jackson skids out of the room, jeans up but unbuttoned, bulge...well...bulging. I squeal, and cover my eyes.
“Jackson, oh my GOD!”
“Ciara, shit, fuck, sorry...I didn’t lock the door...”
“Oh god, my eyes, they burn. Oh my god!”
“What’s goin’ on?”
That’s Spike.
“Ciara, um, walked in on me and...”
“Oh god!” I cry again, turning and rushing down the hall.
“Sorry!” Jackson yells.
I tear out into the bar, and Addi calls my name. “Ciara, hey, what’s wrong?”
I look up at her, my eyes wide and no doubt freaked out. “Um, um...”
She walks around the bar, looking concerned. “What’s wrong, are you okay?”
“Um, ah...”
“Ciara...”
“Tom Cat!” Spike calls, walking out into the bar, smirking.
“Don’t you even laugh!”
Addison looks confused. “What’s going on?”
Spike walks over to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Precious, trust me when I say you don’t wanna know.”
“Tell me!” she cries, stomping her foot with frustration.
Spike squeezes her harder. “Seriously, you don’t wanna know.”
“Ciara, hey!”
I turn and see Jackson walking out, still without a shirt. My eyes widen, and I throw up my hands. “No, it’s fine. It’s fine.”
“I’m sorry, I feel like a fucking dog...”
“What happened?!” Addi cries loudly.
“Ciara walked in on me...ummm...” As if just realizing what he was about to say to his daughter, he stops talking. “Errr...”
“Oh my God, did Ciara catch you fucking?” Addison bellows.
Trust her to put it so...bluntly.
“She caught him with more than one person,” Spike chuckles.
I slap Spike’s shoulder and he grunts, but flashes me an amused grin, that smart-ass. Addison squeals loudly, and begins gagging, fake of course.
“Oh my God! Father! You are so gross! You’re like...a whore!”
“It’s not...” Jackson begins.
“Hey, the man likes two at once, nothin’ wrong with that,” Spike says.
I slap his arm again. “Spike!”
“Father,” Addison cries, covering her eyes. “That’s so wrong! I thought you were nice.”
Jackson snorts. “Yeah, I fuckin’ know.”
“Jackson, good on you buddy!” Spike laughs.
Addison and I both shoot him a glare now. Jackson runs a hand through his hair again, and sighs loudly. “Fuck it, I’m goin’ back in!”
Addison and I both squeal loudly, and then we’re all laughing. Jackson disappears off down the hall, and we continue on with our laughing.
Well that was a way to end the day.
Dammit.
~*~*~*~
PRESENT – SPIKE
“We ride in a hour, have everything ready,” I bark down the phone, and snap it closed.
I glance over my shoulder. Ciara is still in the bedroom, thank fuck. If she found out what we were planning, she would have a fit. She thinks we’re going on an annual ride, and she’s totally okay with that. I hate lying to her, but if she knew what I was going to do, she wouldn’t make it easy on me.
I know she won’t understand, I don’t expect her to, but I have to do this for Cheyenne. She deserves that much. I need closure, and making him pay will give that to me.