Page 127 of Protected by the Biker (Grim Reaper MC)
“Say. It. Again.” I said, in a softer, calmer voice. This was the only way I could get all the rage out of my system. It had to be this way.
Scar had his eyes pressed close now, he was clutching his stomach tightly and I wondered if he was going to throw up. I pulled my leg back and was about to kick him in the face when he spoke up.
“Okay. Okay. I won’t do it,” he held his hands up.
I crouched down to the ground to his level and brought my face close to his. I could smell the blood off his body. This guy wasn’t going to be able to walk for weeks.
“You won’t do what?” I said and he spluttered, blood gushing down his mouth.
“I…I won’t touch her,” he managed to say and I caught hold of his oily disgusting hair which was in a ponytail and I yanked his head towards me again. He yelped in fright and pain.
“Or Carter. You will stay away from them or you’re dead. I feel generous tonight. Feel like giving you lousy sonofabitch a second chance,” I growled and Scar was already whimpering. I wished Kylie could see him like this right now. She would know then that this guy would never be able to hurt her. That I had really taken care of it.
“Yes yes. I’ll stay away from them. I won’t go near them,” he had his hands held up, palms facing forward in defeat. I thought I even heard some bones crackling every time he moved.
“Good,” I said and straightened myself up, and then kicked him again, just because I could.
“Let’s get outta here, Hunter,” I heard Gunner say behind me and I turned to my brothers and smiled.
“See, I was well behaved,” I said and we walked away from there. We could hear Scar howling, calling for help but I knew it wouldn’t be for several hours before someone actually found him. The Dragon Knights were too drunk to notice or hear him, and maybe even if they found him they wouldn’t care. Scar was a useless piece of shit and everyone knew that.
Gunner, Glock and I walked towards our bikes and started putting our helmets on.
“Is it just me or do we keep pissing the Dragon Knights off?” Glock said with a laugh and the three of us exchanged bemused looks.
“It’s coming though. Their revenge is not going to be too far now,” Gunner said as he strapped on his helmet.
“We’ll be prepared,” I said as I swung my leg over my bike. With a nod of my head to both men, I sped off into the night to get back to Kylie and Carter.
As I rode I could hear the crunch of my boots on the gravel, the feel of Scar’s jaw on my knuckles, the sound of a cracking rib, his whelps of pain and his pleading. I had enjoyed every second of it. I had pictured Kylie’s split lip, her bruised jaw, the wild fear in her eyes and it had fueled me to keep punching. To make sure that he was reduced to the ground, that he couldn’t get up or walk.
I had made sure that I knocked the haze of alcohol right out of him. He had been completely alert and aware of everything that was happening to him and he was going to remember it for the rest of his life.
And I knew Scar was too much of a pussy to ever come near Kylie or Carter again. No matter how much the Dragon Knights wanted to challenge me, Scar was going to disappear. And if he didn’t, I’d be ready and waiting for him.
CHAPTER 21
Kylie
I thought Carter was sleeping, as I paced back and forth in Hunter’s bedroom. Hunter had been gone for close to two hours now and I had no idea what was happening. Already I was regretting every single decision I had made today.
I shouldn’t have gone to Tony’s place by myself and I shouldn’t have returned here and I most definitely shouldn’t have encouraged Hunter to go back out there and beat up the father of my child. I had been so angry, so afraid that Tony would take Carter away that in the heat of the moment; I wanted nothing more than for Hunter to take care of it.
Now, I was worried that he would kill Tony. That I would be responsible for the death of the man who had given me Carter. How would I ever explain it to my son? What was I going to say if Carter asked me where his father was?
“Mommy?” I heard Carter’s soft muffled voice from the bed and I rushed to him.
“I’m here, baby. Everything is okay,” I said to him, kneeling down on the floor beside the bed.
Was I completely out of my mind? I had just carried Carter into Hunter’s bedroom without permission. What was happening to me?
“Are we in Hunter’s house?” he asked, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles as he tried to wake up.
“Yes, honey…just for a while longer. You go back to sleep, baby, I’ll take you home soon,” I said and stroked his hair and tried to smile.
“Mommy, you’re sad,” he said and pouted his little lips. I had been crying, and now he could see the bruise on my face. I had managed to wipe most of the blood off my lips and the smudged makeup, in the hopes that it wouldn’t scare Carter but the bruise was something that I couldn’t hide.
“You’re hurt mommy!” he squealed when he saw it and jumped up in bed.
“No honey, I’m fine…I’m not hurt. Go back to sleep, baby,” I cooed and tried to gently push him back into bed but he was struggling in my arms.
“Where is Hunter?” he squealed and in his voice, I heard the attachment he had already formed with Hunter and I felt a pull in my heart. I had left the two of them alone for a couple of hours and they had already bonded. I couldn’t help but smile at my son as I pulled him into my arms and hugged him tightly.
“He’ll be back soon baby, Hunter’s just gone to work,” I said, my words were choking in my throat. But Carter believed me and lay back down on the bed. I pulled the covers over him and tucked him back in and kissed his forehead.
“Go back to sleep, baby, Hunter will be back soon and then we can go home,” I said and I watched him for a while as his eyes drooped and he started to drift off to sleep again.
I was wringing my hands and in a panic, I stood up again. I walked over to the window and looked out into the night. There was no sign of Hunter. He had said he would ask one of his friends to come over and stand guard at the front door, but I was too afraid to look through the peephole and check. I was too afraid of what I might find there.
If I had just gone to my parents…or anywhere else…to one of my old friends…then all this could have been avoided. Then Hunter wouldn’t have known what Tony did to me and he wouldn’t have gone out in search of him. Was he going to kill him? I couldn’t get that thought out of my head.
If Tony died, it would mean that Carter and I could finally move on and live our life in peace but on the other hand, I couldn’t help but think how guilty I would feel for the rest of my life if I caused his death. Was Hunter really capable of that?
I knew he had the strength for it, I knew how powerful he was. He was easily stronger than Tony had ever been. If Hunter killed him, he seemed like he wouldn’t even regret it. Had he killed before? What had I gotten myself into!
I jumped when I heard the sound of a bike outside and I rushed to the window again to look out. Downstairs, I saw Hunter get off his bike and start taking his helmet off. Just one look at him made my heart leap. I wanted to be in his arms, I wanted him to stroke my hair again…to just forget all this.
Another muscular man with tattoos walked out of the building then and went straight for Hunter. I couldn’t hear what the two of them were saying, but I guessed that this was the friend who Hunter had assigned to the front door. The two men shook hands, patted each other’s shoulders and then the friend got on his bike and sped off.
I watched Hunter walking into the building, and I went over to check on Carter. He was fast asleep. Taking in a deep breath to prepare myself for what I was about to hear, I went out of the bedroom and stood in the living room waiting for Hunter.
I could hear his footsteps outside on the stairs, then I saw the turn of the doorknob and Hunter stepped in. He saw me standing in the living room, with my hands nervously clasped together.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” he said.
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“What happened?” I cried, and rushed straight at him. Hunter dropped his helmet to the floor and held his arms open and I sank into him immediately.
I buried my face in his chest, muffling my voice in his clothes and I felt like I could finally breathe again. He was holding me tightly, running his hands up and down my back and I could feel his breath falling hotly on top of my head.
When I looked up at his face, I could see his blue eyes were still stormy, his face was firmly set…
“Hunter?” I said his name in the hopes that he would give me some clue.
“I said I’d take care of it,” he said and then pressing his lips to my forehead for a quick kiss, he started to gently extract my arms away from him. I watched in horror as he walked over to the kitchen counter and started pouring himself a glass of water.
