Chapter 37 - Beggar

Chapter 37 - Beggar
Beggar

“You an idiot if you think a kiss will change my mind. You want to save me, but I can't be saved Zero, I don't want redemption. I got nothing to give you but pain, don't you see it. Falon is a good girl, she's the girl for you, not some fil..”

“Don't you dare fuckin’ say it woman,” He snaps, at the same time his hands squeeze my ass in warning.

“And stop telling me what's right for me. I can figure that shit out on my own. You gonna give me everything, Beauty, just like I'm going to take it and want more and besides that wasn't a kiss, that was a taste of things to come. This ass is mine now, don’t you know?”

The char grin marking his wet lips is over boiling with manly pride and I find myself being willed to agree, just for this moment.

This moment where I'm just a girl and he is just a man.

“Don't be scared of me, you know I won't hurt you.”

He rubs his hands up and down my ass cheeks as we stare at each other.

I realize the position I'm in. My knees are holding me up as I straddle him and I got my hands around his neck massaging the knots out and I'm not freaking out.

There's no monster here.

“Thanks for that.” I say, but he doesn't know how much I mean it.

He has quietened my monster even if it's just for a while. It's not the first time too and I'm truly grateful.

Even if I know that we can't be, for the simple fact that I am not just a woman looking at this biker.

I can never be his when I'm still fighting the chains holding me prisoner. The chains put there by another man who made me love him, made me need him until I had nothing left but a shred of humanity, just enough to keep living, keep surviving.

I watch Zero's eyes glaze with ownership, like I'm his possession and I feel a stir of something planted deep within me.

Staring into his depths I know that I want to be his, I want to be owned by a hero just one time, but just like that I'm reminded that I am someone else's possession, a beautiful monster, who will never let me go.

He will always search for me; he will always find me.

“Tu sei mia mendicante.” You are mine beggar.

Those were the last words he whispered to me, two years ago, the last time he found me.

The thought should scare me, should leave me in fear but I find myself resigned. 

I had 5 years to accept my fate. 5 years to accept my chains.

I hide my turmoil as I stare into this man’s harsh face, this man that keeps the monster away.

By doing that I also hide my fate but I'm determined to live in this moment, for once I just want to live in this moment. Can’t I just have that?

“You gonna jump on the back of my bike, gotta meet my dad woman.”

I'm taken back by that and the serious look in his eyes.

I drop my hands from his neck and cross them over my chest.

“That doesn't sound like a question Logan.”

He smiles at the mention of his name and I fight my own.

“Wasn't asking you a question woman, just thinking out loud.”

I shrug, holding in my laugh, “You gonna call me Beggar?”

He’s silent for a moment and I pay attention to the curve of his strong jaw and not his eyes.

So, I'm startled when he throws his head back and laughs.

“Nice try.” He smacks my ass, and the sound resonates through me as my body comes aflame.

He sees it, he feels it and does it again on the same ass cheek.

My pussy clenches and I grip his rough face in my palms, my mouth going to his.

The knock on the door stops me. I go to wiggle off him, but the bastard smacks me again.

“Don't you dare move, we not done.”

“You want them to check you with the low life,” I tug on his earlobe.

He arches his brow, “If you talking ‘bout the one with her ass in my hands, hell yeah. Come in Knight.”

The door opens, and I don’t move as Spade and Knight come walking in like they own the place. They're both take in our position which is obvious and maybe if I weren't me, I’d be embarrassed or some shit, but again I'm not. So, I stare at the men, first at Knight’s confused frown, who is the Sergeant-at-arms for The Satan Snipers, then at Spade’s haunted powder blues that are on me.

It's clear that something is going on with the club.

I picked up on it this morning. This is just confirming my suspicion.

“Falon is looking for you man she's at the stables, says she needs a ride to Barfa, and Beggar your shifts on in twenty. Also got brothers coming in from Houston, Mercy is coming with a few others from Sugar land, gotta set beds up,” Spade says, before he storms out.

I'm confused at Spade’s need to flee. I stare at Zero, his eyes watch the man, remorseful at his brother's retreating form.

Knight however sits on the bed behind me.

“This really breaks my heart Beggar, I really thought I was getting in there any day now.”

I turn my head to the Italian biker. Knight is a charming male, a true Italian, a lady's man.

My hands leave Zero's neck, his stay firmly on my ass, a sign of possession. If only.

I see the playful glint on the Sergeant-at-arms and maybe it's because I'm in a compromised position, or maybe it's because I just kissed Zero, and he practically claimed me in front of his brothers but I reciprocate.

My voice drops with my eyes as I stare intently at Knight, trapping him in my black soul, “And where exactly is there, Cavaliere.” 

The word rolls off my tongue easily. Knight is shocked and quietens as I watch him, waiting.

“Sei Italiano.”