Rage (Royal Bastards MC 2)

“Because you helped her when she needed it, I’m not going to make this slow,” I offer him that little piece of solace.

“Wait!” he cries out as I launch sideward, burying my knife into his dick. He wails, and it sates my soul. “I didn’t say it wasn’t going to hurt, though.” I pull the blade out and plunge it into his neck, wiggling it to cut through his voice box. Blood soaks us both, and I sigh as I sit back, watching him gasp for life until he slumps in his expensive car, ridiculous fucking suit, and gallons of his own blood. Opening the door, I hand the keys to Halo, who loads the car into a shipping container. One more demon sent back to hell.

“You want to go grab a beer?” Halo asks, like I’m not soaked in blood.

“No,” I grunt. I have a woman and kid to get home to, and if he was honest with himself and Mason about fucking his wife and fathering the kid who’s getting darker with each passing day, he could go home to his kid too.

Laying in bed naked and sweaty with Willa tracing my tattoos with her finger, I smile knowing I just put another baby inside her.

“What does this one mean?” She strokes the portrait of her face right over my heart. “Means you own my heart, woman.”

“When did you get it done?”

“Not long after the fire.” I frown as the pain I thought was gone picks open an old wound. The thought of her dying will never be okay, even if wasn’t real.

“I’ve been with you all along. Right here.”

“You’ll always be in here—and up here.” I tap to my head. “And in about two minutes, back on here.” I flip her on her back, soaking in the sounds of her giggles as I nudge her legs apart and slide into her warm body. “I want to live inside here forever,” I groan, thrusting my hips.

“Oh, you visit often,” she groans, biting her lip. Swiping two fingers down my face, she pushes them into my mouth to get them nice and wet before gliding them between her legs and caressing her clit.

“Fuck me, baby.”

“I am, baby.” She wraps her limbs around me, giving me all of her and taking every fucking part of me.

She’s here.

She’s home.

Everything is right in the fucking world.

The End.

(For now)