“Whatever you want baby. You want to cook, go for it. Want me to, sure I’ve got no problem with cookin’. I make a mean breakfast burrito.” For some reason this morning I can’t keep the smile off my face.
Raven goes to speak but the ring tone ‘Bodies’ by Drowning Pool starts playing.
Groaning, I search for my phone knowing who is calling me. All my brothers have a certain ringtone, so I know who it is when the phone starts blaring and I need to know who to kill.
“Sorry Birdy, I gotta take this,” I say, digging the phone out of the pocket inside my cut. Swiping my finger across the screen I put it to my ear. “What’s going on Prez?”
“Need you at the clubhouse. We have a situation here,” Stoney says harshly.
“Got it,” I state before disconnecting. Sighing, I put the phone in my jeans pocket and fasten the button while I meet Raven’s gaze. “I gotta get to the clubhouse. I want you to come with me.”
“I can’t go to the clubhouse,” Raven says, her brow furrowing.
“Why not?” I demand.
“Because I can’t,” she shrugs, turning her back on me to pull clothes out of her dresser. Placing them on top she grips the bottom of my shirt and pulls it over her head and tosses it at me. “Here, you need to get going.” I swear there was a small hint of pain in her voice.
Does she think I’m going to just walk away from her like this?
I don’t have time for drama with her right now.
Pulling the shirt over my head, I move to stand directly behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. “Look I don’t have time for an argument. I need you to come with me. I don’t know what the hell’s going on and I’m not about to leave you here exposed to any danger when I’m not here,” I growl.
“Did you forget who you're talking to?” Raven snaps, slipping out of my hold.
“No Raven, I haven’t forgotten who you are and what you're capable of. I don’t give a damn if you can handle yourself with any given situation. You're coming to the clubhouse for me. For my fuckin’ sanity. I don’t know what’s going on and I want to at least know you're safe until I do. Now get dressed. You can ride with me,” I order, trying to keep the anger from building inside me.
I know without a doubt she can handle herself if something were to happen, but fuck if I want her to have to. If she’s with me then I can protect her from the darkness. Vi told me the same as her mother has, Raven is the Dark Spirit and when unleashed she cannot be contained easily until the threat is over.
“I’m not going with you.” Raven's words were laced with venom as she glared at me.
“Birdy, you have five seconds to start getting dressed otherwise I’ll cart your ass out of here just the way you are. Naked.”
Raven doesn’t move.
Fine by me. “One. Two.”
Still nothing. “Three. Four.”
Finally, she stomps her foot and turns back to her dresser to grab her clothes. Quickly she slips on a thong and bra. I readjust my cock as it hardens.
Soon as Raven’s pulled on a pair of shorts and tee shirt, I grab her hand and all but drag her to the living room.
“I need my shoes and bag,” she protests as we get to the door.
Shit.
“Hurry up, I gotta get to the clubhouse,” I demand, becoming impatient.
“You could just go by yourself,” she huffs but goes about slipping on her running shoes and picks up a pair of flip flops. Putting them in her bag.
Not responding to her sarcasm, I grab her wrist and pull her out the door toward my bike. I’ve already wasted enough time getting her this far. Nabbing her bag, I stow it away in one of my saddlebags before throwing a leg over the bike and reaching a hand out to help Raven climb on.
Meeting her gaze over my shoulder, a sense of warmth runs through me as she takes my hand without hesitation. My woman trusts me.
Once Raven’s situated with her arms wrapped around my body, I bring my bike to life with a roar. “Keep your legs on the pegs Birdy and arms around my waist,” I call out.
“Not the first time I’ve been on a bike,” she yells, and I pray to fuckin’ God she means her father or brother’s bike. I don’t want to have to murder anyone because if I find out a name of another man, she’d ridden with her arms around, that’s what I’ll do.
Fuck. Raven has my head all fucked up, yet now that she’s mine I don’t know what I’d do without her. She’s my ol’ lady and I intend to make that known.
Chapter Five
Raven
Something bad was about to happen, I could feel it. I don’t know what but sitting behind Blaze as he directs his bike toward the clubhouse, the air starts screaming louder at me the closer we get.
Should I warn him?
As we pull into the parking lot. I unwrap my arms from about his waist and stand. Lifting my hands to my temples I do my best to push the screams out.
“You okay, Birdy?” Blaze asks. The soothing tone of his voice does something to me as he reaches up to cup my cheeks. It’s as if he’s easing the pain consuming me from the screams of the wind.
“Yeah I’m okay now. You umm, you know who my mom is,” I state more than ask a question and wait for him to answer. When he nods his head, I meet his gaze. “Well I have some of those gifts and all the way over here the air around us was screaming. It still is. Something’s not right. I just can’t tell what the culprit is.” I’m sure he probably thinks I’m crazy right now.
“I’m sure everything’s okay,” he says, pulling me into his arms. Hugging me tight.
“I don’t think so.” I close my eyes soaking in his warmth.
“Come on let’s get inside. We’ll talk more about this after I see what’s going on with Stoney.” Keeping an arm firmly wrapped around my waist Blaze guides us into the clubhouse.
By the time we step through the main door my legs are weak from the intensity of the screams and he’s all but having to hold me up. This is why I hate my gifts. It’s nothing more than a curse along with why I’ve never wanted to be with anyone.
You wanted to be with Blaze. You’re in love with him.
Don’t start with me.
Well it’s true. That’s why you married him last night.
I don’t even remember last night.
Yes, you do if you think long and hard, you’ll remember everything. He’s your strength like your papa is your momma’s, he holds her up when it becomes too much.
Shaking my head, I try to clear my mind of all thoughts.
As the door behind us shuts, the screams stop abruptly at the same time fury begins pouring off of Blaze. It all but burns my skin.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he demands, releasing me as he steps forward blocking my view of the room.
Glancing around him, I find Stoney and his ol’ lady Rachel standing in the middle of the room with another woman. A very pregnant woman.
When she turns all the way around, I recognize her as one of the bitches that caused issues with Tracker and Vicky.
Dixie.
“Blaze,” she says my man’s name in greeting like it was an everyday thing while running toward him. Wrapping her arms around him I wait for him to push her off. “I’m so glad you came. I need your help. Please I can’t do this all alone,” she sobs into his chest.