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Kid
Saturday Night
Kid waited impatiently as Dom spoke quietly to the woman lying on the back seat of the SUV, even though he tried he couldn’t hear what was being said. He moved in when the bastard nodded at him to help the small woman out of the vehicle. He moved her very carefully but she still gasped and moaned softly in pain. Fuck. She was fucking tiny, smaller than DC, and she couldn’t have weighed more than about 40 kilos, she was so light. It was impossible to see what she looked like because her face was grossly swollen and bruised black, blue and purple. What he could see was a tangled mess of brilliant red hair pulled into a haphazard bun on top of her head. Her eyes were lost in the swelling around both. Her bottom lip was split and had been closed up with two tiny stitches. Whoever had done the sewing had obviously tried to minimize scarring to her lip. It looked damned painful. Another cut above her right eyebrow had been taped closed with butterfly strips. On her left leg was an intricate brace encasing her leg from the thigh down to her calf. She wore soft stretchy yoga pants, the left leg cut open to accommodate the brace around her injured leg. Thick socks covered her feet, no shoes.
If her fucking face and leg looked like this he could only imagine what her body looked like.
It fucking pissed him off.
“My name is Kid, sweetheart. I know it hurts but it can’t be helped. I have to get you up to your room. Hold on to me and I’ll get you there as quick as I can. Okay?”
The little one gave a pained little nod and with a small sigh relaxed her tiny body against his chest.
“Zig, brother, get her shit then get the doors for me please. Let’s get her upstairs before anyone notices we’re gone or someone sees her.”
“I got you, brother. Damn, baby, you’re seriously fucked up, aren’t you?” Ziggy said as he looked at the tiny woman in Kid’s arms. “But don’t you worry, sweetness, no one is going to get to you here. We’ll keep you safe.”
“I’ll sort the shit in Cape Town, Victoria. You’ll be able to come home soon, I promise.” Dom growled through the open door.
“Thank you, Dominick. Thank you for saving my life and taking care of me.” The little one said in a soft pained voice. Her accent was South African with overtones of British upper class.
Zig didn’t wait for Dom to answer. He took the small black bag and crutches from the vehicle, made his way to the side door and had it unlocked and opened as they approached. Kid followed him up the side stairs to the secure guestroom at the end of the passage. He waited as Zig unlocked the door then opened it wide.
Thank fuck the room hadn’t been made available to any visitors during the day.
“Zig, pull the duvet down, brother. I want to get her as comfortable as possible. I think we need the doc to come up and look her over.”
“No.” She disagreed instantly. “You don’t need to do that. Dominick’s doctor examined and stitched me up and I’ve seen an orthopaedic specialist. I’ve got meds in my bag. I’ll take them and sleep. All I want to do is sleep and put the last two days behind me.”
Kid didn’t say anything as he set her down on the bed. While he made her as comfortable as possible Ziggy went through her bag and pulled out her meds and set them on the bedside table.
“You need some water, babe. I’ll just run down to the kitchen and bring a couple of bottles up.”
Ziggy left to get the water and Kid looked through her bag to find something more comfortable for her to sleep in. He pulled out what looked like sleep shorts with a matching tee. Pink with black butterflies all over it. So fucking girly.
“Let’s get you into your pj’s, baby girl.” Kid said then grinned as her eyes went wide and she slowly shook her head.
“Not going to perv on you, sweetheart. You’re hurt and you need to be comfortable so you can get some sleep.”
Not giving her a chance to protest he carefully and meticulously undid the brace and set it to the side. Pulling her thick socks off he frowned at her feet. They weren’t what he had been expecting at all. They were fucking ugly, callused with bent toes. Her toenails were painted a deep red and to him it looked weird. But he didn’t have time to worry about her fucked up feet.
Not looking up at her he pulled her yoga pants down and threw them to the bottom of the bed, then carefully slipped her sleep shorts up her legs. She moaned in pain when she lifted her hips to help him get the shorts over her ass. Kid couldn’t help but get a really good look at the tattoo close to her black lace clad pussy and the bruises that covered her lower abdomen and thighs. He carefully checked her bandages and strapped the brace back on then arranged cushions underneath her leg to ensure it stayed elevated. Helping her to sit up he slipped her tee off and clamped his mouth shut so as not to lose it when he saw the damage to her torso. Not saying a word he silently slipped the pj shirt over her head, undid her bra, slipped it off and threw it with the rest of the discarded clothes at the bottom of the bed. He carefully slid her arms through the arm holes and pulled the shirt down over her belly.
Throughout the process she gasped and moaned softly. Kid slid his arm behind her back and lowered her down against the cushions he had stacked behind her back. As he pulled the duvet up over her chest she gave a small sigh of relief. He was shaking out two of her prescribed pain pills when Ziggy walked back into the room.
Zig opened the bottle of water and they both watched as she swallowed the pain pills and with a heavy sigh relaxed against the cushions.
“We have to get back to the party, baby girl, but I’m leaving a prospect here to watch over you. If you need anything just let him know and he’ll get hold of either Ziggy or me. I’ll be back later to check on you. Okay?”
Their charge just mumbled something unintelligible and slipped into medicated sleep. Her pills were damned strong.
After confiscating her phone Kid followed Zig out of the room and pulled the door closed behind him.
“Who are we going to leave with her? She’s been beaten to shit, brother.” Zig said with a worried frown.
Kid sighed. “I’ll get Sam to watch her. I helped her into her pj’s, brother. Whoever did this, they fucked her up but good. She’s covered in bruises and marks and they fucked up her leg.”
“Was she raped?” Ziggy growled out low.
“Saw no bruises on her inner thighs, I checked, so I’d say no.”
“Thank fuck for that at least. I’m going to my office, going to do a deep dive on her. Give me her phone, I want to be sure there’re no trackers or shit on it plus it will help with her background check. I’ll come find you if I find something.” Ziggy took the phone and disappeared down the stairs to his office.
Kid stood in the passage staring at the little one’s door for a minute or so before he left. For some reason he felt wildly protective of the tiny woman behind the door. It was strange to feel so protective of someone after years of feeling nothing at all. He ordered Sam to sit with her before he returned to the party and nodded at Hawk. Letting him know the woman was settled in and safe.
She was now under his protection and no one would fucking touch her, ever again.
Beast
Beast and Sin marched the crazy bitch out of their underground sanctuary with a solid black hood over her head, ensuring she didn’t see a thing. Spider opened doors ahead of them and made sure the coast was clear. They did not need to be seen escorting a female prisoner out of the clubhouse. As they came down the passage towards the side door he saw the back of Kid disappearing up the stairs with someone in his arms. The woman they had to keep safe was obviously hurt or he wouldn’t be carrying her. He couldn’t see any part of the woman except part of a sock covered foot. A very small foot.
Hearing the hidden side door click open he turned back and saw Sin had also been staring at the disappearing back of their brother. He raised his eyebrows and Beast just shrugged and pushed the crazy bitch out the door and quick marched her to the garage where Dominick Maingarde stood waiting with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning against his vehicle. The bastard was supposed to have waited in the vehicle. Fucker.
The motherfucker was dressed in a dark suit as usual and his lifeless blue eyes watched as they brought the bitch to a stop in front of him. Loosening the ties of the hood he lifted it just enough to show the man that the bitch was gagged then pulled it back down and retied it.
Maingarde didn’t say a word, just nodded then gestured to one of his men to load her. Beast, Sin and Spider watched as she was summarily tossed into the loading bay of the SUV and handcuffed to a very handy steel ring attached to the body of the vehicle. Her legs received the same treatment. They weren’t taking any chances on her escaping. Out of the back of the seat a slider was pulled down over her and locked in place and then the back door was slammed shut. For all intents and purposes she was locked in a box in the back of the SUV. Invisible to inquisitive eyes.
Jesus. Dominick Maingarde was scarily efficient.
“Tell Hawk and Ice the problem will be taken care of. I’ll be in touch about my package as soon as I’ve got shit sorted. Don’t let anything happen to her, she’s very important to me.”
With a curt nod he slid into the front passenger seat of the SUV, joining his two men already in the vehicle. The two blacked out SUV’s waiting outside the gate fell in, one in front and one behind, as they drove through the gate.
“That was fucked up, dude.” Sin mumbled as they watched them leave.
Spider stood with his hands in his pockets and nodded. “I need a shot after that shit.”
“Yes, me too. Let’s get back to the party. Those friends of River’s are seriously hot and I want to get in there before they are snapped up by another brother.” Sin said with a lascivious grin.
“Dude, you have no chance.” Beast smirked. “Those bitches are on to you. They won’t fall for your shit. I have a better chance of scoring one of them.”
Spider and Sin burst out laughing. “Not happening, Beastman. Those bitches took one look at the size of you, the wild black beard, black beanie and black eyes and about pissed their panties this morning.”
“Bullshit, they saw all this and were struck speechless.” Beast teased as he waved a hand over his body.
Sin laughed, slapped him on his back and shook his head. “Keep on dreaming my brother. The only pussy you’ll be getting is if Chris gives it to you.”
Beast shook his head. “Not going there. I’m never tying myself to another club girl ever again, brother. I’ve learned my lesson the fucking hard way. Chris wants more than I’m prepared to give so I’ve been staying away. I don’t want to give her the wrong idea.”
“I’m glad you noticed, brother. She’s a nice girl and it was very obvious she was into you but you weren’t into her.” Spider threw over his shoulder as he started walking back towards the party.
Beast was struck silent. He hadn’t thought anyone had noticed the way Chris had been acting lately. Seems like he had been wrong. Shit.
Following his brothers he walked back into the party and cast his eyes around the women. There wasn’t one who stirred him and even if they had he wouldn’t do anything about it, not tonight. His babies were with a babysitter at Bulldog’s house and he would be leaving to pick them up soon.
Following Spider and Sin to the bar he slammed back the shot they had waiting for him. Leaning back against the bar with Spider they watched as Sin made his way over to the women. And the bastard didn’t strike out at all. Very soon he had his arms full of a smiling pretty woman on the dance floor.
“That bitch didn’t stand a chance. He had her from the moment she spotted him coming over to their table.” Spider grinned.
Beast nodded in agreement. “He’s lethal with the ladies.”
“Fuck if I know how he does it. He gets them every time.”
“It’s the smile, brothers.” Jagger said as he joined them. “They fall for that shit all the time.”
“Some good advice, my brothers, never ask that bastard along as your wingman. He gets all the pretty pussy while you are left holding the leftovers.” Wolf growled as he joined them.
They laughed and several female eyes turned their way. Obvious interest in some.
All of them ignored the women. They were waiting for the signal from Hawk to escort the newly engaged couple home.
Beast just wanted the night to be done. He was tired and wanted to get home. Hopefully his little girls would sleep through the night tonight. They had both been struggling with bad dreams. If Beast found proof his ex whore of a wife was responsible for those dreams he was going to fucking end her.
His girls were only four and a half and two, they should not be scared of going to sleep.
It wasn’t very late when Beast drove home with his babies fast asleep in their car seats. As he came to a stop in front of the house he was surprised to see Rider pulling in next to him. He had brought his girl and their baby girl home instead of crashing in his room at the clubhouse. His brother was a good man, a really good man. He put his little family first before anything else. And he already had the attention of the officers on him. They all saw the potential in him. He would make an excellent lieutenant when the time came.
Carrying his girls up to his room he settled them in their little beds and turned on the night light. Staring down at them sleeping peacefully he sighed with regret.
When they came to live with him they had had bad dreams virtually every single night and he had moved them into his room so he could be near. It seemed to have helped. The dreams were not as regular as they had been.
But even one fucking bad dream was too much as far as he was concerned. His girls should be dreaming of fucking stardust and fairies or some such shit. Nothing fucking scary.
Beast showered and pulled on sleep pants and a muscle shirt. He had stopped sleeping naked when he married the bitch, didn’t want her sneaking up on him when he was asleep. Not that it had saved him in the end. He had insisted on separate bedrooms and had made it very clear he was marrying her to give his kid his name. It wasn’t a real marriage and she would never be his old lady. He never gave her his property patch or claimed her in front of his club. He also refused her the use of his surname and insisted on her keeping her maiden name.
Ice and their lawyers had drawn up an iron clad ante nuptial contract he had the bitch sign before he married her. She would get a monetary pay out when they divorced with no claim on his personal property or money. She would not receive any further personal maintenance once she received the pay-out. Any children they had would receive maintenance as arranged by the courts. Not that he had planned to have more than just the one child with her.
He had gritted his teeth and survived his farce of a marriage until his baby girl turned two. That’s when he said enough was enough and started divorce proceedings. Bettie fought him and refused to sign any documents. Saying they needed to sit down and talk about it, Beast refused. He wanted it done and her gone.
The sly bitch had watched and waited. She struck when he was dead drunk at a club party. He woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, seriously hung over and with no memory of the night before, his naked smirking wife in his bed. His dick sticky with shit he did not want to think about.
He realised then how far the bitch would go to keep him on her leash. He knew he had to end the fucked up shit he was drowning in as soon as possible.
Two weeks later she gave him the news that she was pregnant and he lost his shit. As far as he was concerned the bitch had raped him. You did not fuck someone who was too drunk to know what the fuck they were doing. Obviously she did. He insisted that she sign the documents or he was going to the cops and would have her arrested for rape. He had a clause added to the documents that she had to go through with the pregnancy or she wouldn’t get a fucking penny from him.
She had been shocked. Stupid bitch had thought another pregnancy would tie him to her even tighter. But she had been wrong. He wanted out, he was done with her shit.
His big mistake was leaving his babies with her. He should have fought her for them from the start. But he had believed the shit the divorce lawyers had sprouted about children being better off staying with the mother.
Bull-fucking-shit.
Some women should never be mothers. He had learned that very hard lesson at a young age. Should have remembered but with time he had shoved those memories in a box and shut it tight. And in so doing failed to protect his babies.
Shortly after the divorce the bitch had moved herself and the kids away from Johannesburg where he could check in on them virtually every day.
He had been pissed when he found out she was back to her old tricks. Whoring herself out to the brothers of a small club in Vereeniging. They were a rough lot and Beast had been worried about his girls. To ensure they were taken care of he gave her money, more money than ordered by the court. He bought a two bedroom townhouse close to the club and set it up as a home for him and his babies. He never took women to the house, it was for him and his babies only.
As ordered by the court he had his girls every second week. Until the night the bitch turned up on his doorstep with his dirty and sobbing children, demanding money. Money he refused to give her. After swearing at him long and loud she had shoved his crying little girls into his arms and left.
Left with the asshole that had been waiting in the car he had bought so his babies would be safe on the road. The very next day he had sent a few of his brothers to repossess the fucking thing and it now sat unused in the garage at the clubhouse. No one wanted to drive it because it stank heavily of her perfume, even after being steam cleaned. He would have to make a plan to get rid of it.
The bitch had walked away from his babies leaving them with nothing but the clothes on their backs. Thank fuck for Aunt Beryl, she came the minute he called and helped him to get his girls settled down, after they had taken photos of the state the girls had been in. Luckily he’d had the basics at his place and his girls had been okay for the night. He went out the very next morning and bought everything they needed. His girls were never going back to that whore, they were with him now and it was where they would be staying.
Bettie had made a big fucking mistake thinking she could take him on. She would find out how wrong she was soon enough. Ice had the papers ready to go. And Sin and Jagger would make sure she signed them. Relinquishing all parental rights to his little girls.
No one was going to take them away from him ever again. He had given up too much in his life to lose them as well.
Sorrow burnt through his heart as he remembered the woman he had lost. He had given her up. Gave her up so she could follow the path she had planned for herself before she met him. If he had stayed she would not have followed her destiny. So he left.
He hadn’t checked up on her in years. Not since her affair with a fellow dancer hit the news two years after he had driven her away.
It shattered what was left of his heart and had him immersing himself deeper into the dark side of the club, retreating further and further from the light. Becoming the man he was today.
Trying to forget about the woman he still loved he made the mistake of fucking one of the club whores more than once and ended up tied to a whore.
And he had almost done it again. Why the fuck he hadn’t learned his lesson the first time around he just didn’t know. Not that Chris was anything like his ex, she made him smile, and maybe that’s why he went back for more. But he had no plans to make it permanent with her and therefore he would be keeping his distance. It wasn’t fair to Chris to build up her hopes of having a relationship with him.
He wasn’t going there ever again. The one woman he would have married without a second thought most probably belonged to someone else by now. Even though it burned in his gut he wished her happiness, she deserved it.
The only good thing that came out of his fucked up marriage was his little girls. They were the only bright spot in the darkness that was his life.
Shoving all his dark thoughts and memories to the back of his mind he lay in the semi-dark and listened to his babies breathe. Nothing would hurt them ever again.
No one and nothing. He would fucking kill to make sure of it.
