King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

Valentina finally smiled, and I could see it in her eyes that she trusted me.

“Tomorrow is Sunday,” she said, and I nodded my head.

“Yeah”

“So, I want to go to Church with you. I want to be a part of every aspect of your life, including your religion,” she said, and I ran the tip of my forefinger over her soft luscious lips.

“I’ll pick you up at nine, and I’m leaving you some money so you can go and shop for new clothes or whatever you need,” I said, and after kissing her lightly on her lips, I left the apartment.

We were going to be together; I knew we were. Now that we had found each other again, there was nothing that could keep us apart. Not even the entire forces of Muerte Viviente.

Chapter 14

Valentina

I stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom the next morning. I was already ready and waiting for Jesus to pick me up for Church. I’d gone shopping the previous evening after he left and bought a yellow dress for the occasion. I wanted to look my best for Jesus, and now I twirled in front of the mirror now; marveling at the way the wide skirt moved around my hips.

I’d bought new shoes too, simple black pumps and a new coral lipstick to go with the look. I’d spent fifteen minutes brushing my hair already, which meant that it now glistened and shone in the mirror, falling delicately in gentle waves on my shoulders. I was happy with the way I looked, even the bruise on my jaw from the punch Juan had landed on me, was beginning to fade. With enough makeup, it was well hidden from my face now, and I looked brand new.

In fact, I seemed happy. I didn’t think I could look happy again. Not since I left Connecticut and even there, I was just about getting by. Somehow convincing myself that was the life I wanted to lead. The truth was that I always wanted to come back home and I had always harbored hopes of building a life with Jesus again…King…I needed to remind myself to call him King now since that was the name he went by these days.

I blinked at myself in the mirror. I was a new person now. I wasn’t a scared teenager running away from home anymore. I was an adult and in a relationship with the man of my dreams. More importantly, I belonged to a different gang.

Finally, I felt like this could be a place where I could do good work. Like I belonged somewhere where I wasn’t just somebody’s daughter. I was somebody’s partner. I made a mental note to speak to King about getting involved with the work that the other women in the MC were doing with the kids. After seeing what the Muerte Viviente did to them, I knew I had to help. I had experience with children as a teacher, and I knew I could be of service. Just like King, I wanted to help the children and make that my priority.

I had spent my whole life in the shadow of Muerte Viviente hanging over my head, but now it was the Rogue Rebels that I was a part of, and suddenly, it made me feel powerful. I knew the MC was stronger that Muerte Viviente, and I smiled at myself in the mirror. Neither my father nor Juan could ever touch me again. Not when I had the support of the Rogue Rebels behind me. Not as long as I had King by my side.

I had spent so much time running away from the memory of him, that I hadn’t even realized that my destiny was with him. That there was no reason for me to have even left the town. I should have just stayed with him here, built a life with him here. He would have taken care of me, in the same way, that he was taking care of me now.

The sound of a revving motorcycle alerted me, and I walked over to the window and pulled the curtains aside. King was on a bike on the street, looking up at the window and I smiled. Right on time!

I rushed out of the apartment, locking the door behind me as I went, and ran down the steps till I was out in the sun now. King remained on his bike, straddling it in position and I could see his eyes roaming over my body, drinking me in.

He looked handsome and strong as he held the bike. His leather jacket was old and looked worn, as did his jeans and the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath. But, it didn’t matter. King was handsome. His hair was in a ponytail and now lay on his right shoulder. His dark eyes glimmered in the morning sun; his thin lips were stretching in a hint of a smile. His face was chiseled and angular, and his skin shone like bronze. King oozed sex, and I knew I wasn’t the first woman to notice it.

“This is new,” I said cheerily as I walked towards him, and I gave him a twirl of my dress as well.

King smiled and nodded his head.

“I didn’t notice because I was busy staring at your face,” he said, and I walked over to him to kiss him. The kiss was sweet and slow, ebbing with promises of what more was to come later in the day. I couldn’t wait, I couldn’t control myself around him. Even just a kiss made my stomach clench, my pussy throb with desire for his mouth, his fingers…his cock.

“I’ve decided to call you King from now,” I said, easing my lips away from him. Somehow it felt wrong to have such thoughts about his body just minutes before walking into a church. Wasn’t it supposed to be blasphemous or something? King grinned at me and nodded his head.

“You can call me whatever you want, Valentina. It’s all music to my ears,” he said, and it made me blush. Nobody else could make me blush the way he did.

He gave me his hand, and I took it to ease myself on his bike, and then I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“Hold tight, baby,” he said when he kicked the accelerator in motion, and I squealed with joy when the bike took off. I could barely control the complete abandon that had taken over my body and soul. I was free at last!

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King was sitting beside me on one of the church pews up front, and I kept trying to remember when the last time was that I had been inside a church. This one was beautiful, and my gaze kept drifting to the light filtering in through the stained-glass windows on the sides and the beautiful architecture above us.

It was a lovely airy room with a large altar, and in it, the priest’s voice boomed. Every time I looked over, I saw King’s face bent over the little Bible he had in his hands. I saw that he was reading the verses that the priest was using as quotes in his mass. I had always known that King stood strongly for his religious beliefs. Even at the lowest points in his life, when I had witnessed his body and soul beaten, he had held strongly on to his beliefs. Now, he looked like he was at peace while the priest’s voice sunk into our hearts.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the man sitting beside me. The man who was keeping me safe, the man who loved me…who I wanted to be the father of my children. My mind whirled with the thought; the realization had never struck me before. I didn’t even know I wanted children, especially after the kind of childhood I had been through myself.

A sudden shuffling of feet alerted me, and I realized that everyone was standing up. Mass was over. King had stood up too, and he was speaking in a gentle, hushed whisper with the older man beside him. I stood up with a jerk, not quite accustomed to the procedures yet.