Rory (Savage MC-Tennessee 3)

“He loves the woman?” Scorpion asks, sounding shocked. Then again, he would. Diesel—the Diesel we all remember—swore off women completely. Of course, Rory is no ordinary woman.

“I didn’t ask him to share his feelings over a glass of wine, but she definitely means something to him.”

“The baby… was it his?” Devil asks.

“That’s the million-dollar question. If I was a betting man, I’d say yes, but again I’m not getting into that. We prepare for war and we prepare to go hard. The rest of the shit, Diesel and Rory will have to work that out. We just need to make sure they get that chance.”

I stare around the table at my brothers. They might be my second family, but they’re home. This club is home. I’ve been in war before, with different brothers, but my confidence in them was just as strong as it is with these guys. We’ll win this war.

I just hope we do it without casualties.31DieselMy phone buzzes on the table by my bed. I stretch to reach it and grab it with just the tips of my fingers. I’m too damn sore to do much more than that. Between the trip here and the workout I gave my body with the PT when I got here, I’m fucking killed and so damn sore I can’t tell what part of me hurts the worst. I hope it’s Rory messaging me, but it’s not. It’s Crusher. I sigh.

I’ve got so much shit to fix and even more shit running through my head. I need to pull it all together, but getting myself where I can at least have a full conversation with Rory has to happen first. But, it might be a very real possibility that I’ve put her through so much that she doesn’t give me a chance to fix anything. I deserve that, but I sure as hell don’t want to accept it.

When I open the text that pain in my chest hits hard and a burn tears through me from my gut to my heart. Rory is sleeping with Ryan curled into her. Her hand is protectively placed around him and she’s sleeping.

Sleeping with my boy.

Sleeping with my boy, under my roof.

Sleeping with my boy, under my roof, and in my bed.

In my bed.

In my bed.

One by one the thoughts hit me. One by one they slip deep inside of me and I know I’ve got to find my way back to her. I’ve let my past color everything I’ve done. I’ve let bitches like Vicki and Violet get into my head and I couldn’t see what was right before me. Fuck, even that’s wrong. I saw it, I was just afraid to trust it… afraid to trust Rory.

I’ve got a lot of shit to make up for, hopefully she won’t make me wait forever to forgive me.

Tomorrow I’ll talk to the doctor and get the tests that I need to have done. If Rory says I was the father to her child… Fuck. There are things I need to know. I’ve been unfair to her from day one, but now there’s one thing I’m sure of.

If Rory makes me wait to forgive me, I’m okay with that.

Rory is someone I’d wait forever on.

Forever.

I don’t know what kind of shit Vicki fed King, but I know Ryan is mine. I don’t know how she got King to believe otherwise, but that’s not my problem. The bastard is as fucked in his head as Vicki was, it’s just that his drug of choice seems to be power. I’m going to use that against him. When I strike I want it so he doesn’t know what hit him and when he finds out… it will be too late to fucking do a thing about it. I’ll take everything from him, one piece of his precious empire at a time. No one lays hands on my family. No one touches my woman.

King is a walking dead man. I just need time to get on my feet.

At that thought, I ignore the soreness and bone deep exhaustion I feel and I start doing the exercises they gave me to do, right here in my bed. The pain is excruciating, but it’s no worse than being here when I should be in my bed with my family.

I hope Rory is ready because I’m coming home to her and this time when I claim her, nothing is going to take her away...

Not even my own stupidity.32RoryTwo Weeks Later“This is ridiculous. You can’t just keep me here as a prisoner. I have rights!” I huff at Crusher. He’s holding his head down, but when he looks up at me I can see the irritation on his face.

He’s irritated with me! The asshole!

“You’re not leaving, Rory. It’s not safe.”

“Ryan is here, he’s safe. That’s all that matters.”