Birds of Hell MC, page 26
Fisher is still being interviewed by the police. They’ve already been by to ask me questions though I’m sure they will be back. All I care about is laying my eyes on Fisher and seeing for myself that he’s perfectly fine.
Chapter Fifteen
Two Months Later
“You’re sure about this?” Crow questions from the other side of his desk.
“Yeah. I’ve thought about it a lot. There’s nothing here for me anymore. Too hard to be around all these reminders of Bensen.”
“Hard to watch the woman you care about riding off into the sunset with another man.”
“Something like that.”
“Can’t say I’d approve. I know you a little too well to want my daughter tied down to you. No offense, brother.”
“None taken. Can’t say I blame you. Hell, if I had a daughter and she brought me home…fuck, I wouldn’t let me get through the front door.”
“You know you’ve always got a place here at the table. You want it, door is always open. Won’t be the same without you.”
“Time for a change. Need a fresh start. Leave all the bad shit here in the past where it belongs.”
“Do you know where you’re headed?”
“Somewhere warm where bitches wear bikinis and wait on me hand and foot all day and night. I’ll send you a postcard.”
“You better.”
I finish off my drink and place my VP patch on the desk. “Make sure he knows I nominated his ass to fill my seat.” It feels strange but I know this is the right move. I’ve closed on both houses. And there’s the insurance check from Belinda’s life insurance policy. It’s time to move on.
My shit is set for a long while and I’ve got no one to share it with.
I stand up and Crow comes around his desk. “Bring it in, man. Not sure when I’ll see you again.”
“You could always give this up and come with me.”
“It’s tempting.” He slaps me on the back as he embraces me. “Think Cate would track us down and kill my ass.”
“I’m glad you two are working your shit out. She’s a damn good woman.”
“Don’t get any ideas,” he threatens, and I chuckle, releasing him.
“Nah. She’s too crazy for me.”
“The crazy ones are the best kind.” He smiles, flashing his pearly whites at me. “Going to miss your sorry ass.”
“You gonna cry on me?”
“Fuck. I might.” He swipes a finger under his eye then flips me off.
“Later.” I head out to my bike, taking one last look around. The Crow’s Nest has been my home a fuckuva long time. Gonna be weird not coming here every day. Not being Crow’s righthand man. Life goes on though. Seasons change. It’s time for me to move on to something else.
I have one more stop to make.
I thought about going to see Freya one last time, but it’s time to let go. I respect Fisher too much to do that. Though maybe I’ll send her a postcard someday. Just not anytime soon.
When I slept with Freya, we were both lost and searching for something. Thought we’d found whatever it was we were looking for in each other. Was lying to myself. Calling it love. I could have grown to truly love her given the chance. She’s not mine though. She wasn’t meant to be.
She belongs with Fisher. I see that now. Saw how wrong I was about him. When Freya was missing it bothered me but not in the way it did him. The terror in his eyes. The rage that burned inside him, was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced when it comes to a woman. I’m not certain I’ve ever truly been in love. I know I’ve been in deep lust. That’s what I had with Freya. This urge to be consumed by possessing her like she was my property. Not because I loved her. I was driven by some false sense of competition to prove I was the better man for her while not even considering what I was doing was selfish. Maybe that’s my one act of love. Caring enough to let her go. To walk away. I wanted her. Fuck did I want her. Only I wasn’t ready to give up the comfort of my life as it was at the time to have her. Then when my shit went sideways, I blamed her. Wasn’t fair. Is what it is though.
I drive my Harley through the cemetery. The sunshine warming my face. I park and sit a spell. This is the hardest part of leaving town. Saying goodbye to my boy.
I make the slow trudge to his grave site. Belinda is buried in the plot next to his. I hated the bitch ninety percent of the time however she belongs next to him. It’s fitting for them to be reunited in this way. I don’t know if there’s a Heaven but if there is I’m sure he was waiting to greet her.
“Hey, boy.” I press two fingers to my lips then to the top of his tombstone. “Your old man is need of change. I don’t know if you can hear me wherever you are. Its only that I don’t know when I’ll be back this way. A lot has happened. Too much. Maybe I’ll tell you all about it one day. Tell you how I let a good woman go and if I’m lucky I’ll find the one meant for me. Bring her back here when I do and introduce you.” I smile and trace the etching of his name in the marble.
I shift my focus to Belinda’s grave. “Don’t think you’ll mind that I’m gonna pass on kissing your tombstone. I came to say goodbye and that I’m sorry that things weren’t different. That life wasn’t better to you. Hell to both of us, but I got your parting gift and I’m going to use it to be a better man than I was when you knew me. Just take care of Bensen for me. Let him know that he was the best damn son I could ever have. I’m grateful for the years I got even if they were cut too short. I forgive you for that day on the bridge and the days that followed. I hope in the end that you were able to forgive yourself.”
As I’m walking back to my bike a bird flies overhead and shits on my damn shoulder. I burst out laughing. Belinda used to have this coffee mug that read, ‘If I were a bird, I know who I’d shit on.’
Epilogue
“You sure you want to know?” I clutch the envelope in my hands that holds the test result to the DNA test we had on the twins. My doctor did a NIPP test for conducting a fetal cell analysis. They took cells from my blood and compared them to Fisher’s since I had slept with him and Death within ten days of each other there was no way I could go by my due date as proof of paternity.
“Yeah. Open it. Either way it won’t change things, but like your mom said. If something medical were to come up in the future, it’s better to know what we’re working with.”
“Okay.” My stomach flutters as the babies kick as though they know something big is occurring right now. I tear the envelope open and suck in a deep breath. I close my eyes. “I can’t look. You do it.” I shove the letter in Fisher’s direction. I watch, anxiously awaiting to see what kind of face he makes.
His eyes dart back and forth scanning the contents.
“Well,” I prompt. “What’s it say?”
Fisher’s face falls as he glances between the letter and me. Shit. All my hope floats away. He stares at the paper again, murmuring to himself as he reads.
“Oh my God. I can’t take it.” I snatch the paper and read the results for myself. “You asshole.” I smack him with the letter then I kiss his face. Fisher’s ninety-nine-point-nine percent the father of our babies.
“Fuck, I love you.” He kisses me harder and deeper.
“I’m huge.”
“You are not. You have two babies in your belly. Stand still.”
“Ow. You poked me.”
“If you’d stop squirming,” Yara snaps.
“I’ve gotta pee,” I whine.
“I told you to go before you tried the dress on.”
“I did. It’s not my fault there’s two babies treating my bladder like a bounce house.”
“I mean, to be fair it is your fault. You had sex to get this way.”
“Ugh.”
“Oh, sweetheart. You look beautiful,” Mom tells me, as Olivia and Emma move around her twirling in their matching bridesmaid dresses followed by Luna in her flower girl dress that matches the big girls. The guys say they are wearing jeans and their cuts. Which is whatever. Even Soren is wearing a leather vest for ringbearer to match his daddy since Whiskey is standing in as Fisher’s best man.
“I told you we should have done this after you have the babies.”
“She’s not going to have time with two kids hanging off her tits,” Gentry announces.
“Why are you here again?”
My brother grins.
“He’s here because Presley works here,” Yara tells me.
“Oh. Which one is she?”
“Probably the blonde with the big boobs,” Emma announces and Olivia giggles as Mom chastises her.
“Shut up. She’s going to hear you all.”
I rub my lips together and mock as though I’m locking them and throwing away the key. I’ve never saw my brother get so bent out of shape over a girl.
A gorgeous girl with blonde hair and yes big boobs enters the showroom we’re in. Her pretty sky-blue eyes sparkle as they rake over Gentry and all his tattoos and muscles. “How are we doing in here? Lou had to step out, but I’m Presley. I’ll be here to take care of you for the rest of your appointment.”
Yara gives me a look that I then share with our mother. The three of us are all thinking the same thing. Lou did not have to step out. Presley is taking over so she can scope out my brother. It’s adorable.
“Do you guys rent suits and shit?”
“And shit? Really, Bro. This is a classy establishment,” Yara teases and I swear his head is going to explode. “Like you’d ever be caught dead in a suit.” She cackles and the tops of his ears redden.
“We do on the other side of the store. I can show you.”
“That’d be cool.” I give him a thumb up as she leads him away and he flips me off over his shoulder.
“You ready for tomorrow?” Fisher rubs a hand over my belly, and I smile.
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Tomorrow is the big day. The day we say I do. “You know technically you shouldn’t be here. It’s supposed to be bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before their wedding.”
“I think we’ll be good. I earned extra credit.”
“Extra credit?”
“Mhmm. For good behavior.”
“What’s this good behavior you speak of.”
He kisses my popped-out navel. “I’ll show you.” He moves lower down my body and hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my undies to slide them down my legs.
Seconds later, my man’s mouth is on me, and his fingers are in me. Yum.
A knock sounds at the door. “Just a second. I pull my veil down and prepare for my father to walk me down the aisle to marry Fisher. Yara, my mother, and the kids are already doing the wedding march. I open the door to my father’s presidential suite at the Crow’s Nest where I’ve been getting ready for my big day expecting my father.
“Damn,” Death says then let’s out a whistle.
“What are you doing here?” I hold my flowers, a mixture of sunflowers in yellow, orange, and red to match the gothic heme of our wedding wrapped in a black ribbon, to my ever-present stomach that is gigantic thanks to my babies. I went with a black slip of a dress with a black lace overlay that helps shield how huge my stomach is. My veil is black too. I’m no traditional bride though, I’m a biker babe.
“I had to come to town to finalize some paperwork for this insurance payout I inherited from Belinda. Heard there was a big shindig. Thought I’d stop by. Pay my respects to the beautiful bride.”
“Shane.” I smile at him under my veil. He’s cleaned up nice. Wearing black slacks and a white button-down shirt. The sleeves are pushed up exposing his tatted forearms and his thick veins.
“Let me look at you.” He lifts my veil and somewhere in another life I could see this being our day only that was never meant to be. “Don’t say anything. I already know everything you’ll say.” His knuckle brushes along my cheek. “Still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he whispers. “I’ve got the getaway car ready to roll if you change your mind.”
“We both know that’s not going to happen.”
“I had to try.”
“I love him.”
“I know you do. I’m happy for you, babe.” He kisses my cheek. “Heard the good news that Fisher’s their father.”
“Yeah, we found out a while back.”
“That’s good. I have a wedding gift for you. Well, it’s for your kids. For their college fund.” He hands me an envelope addressed to Fisher and me in his messy scrawl. “Be happy, Freya.” He stares at me a beat as tears fills the brims of my eyes. “Don’t cry. Don’t want to ruin your makeup.”
“Right.” I smile, thinking about Fisher waiting for me.
“Fuck, Freya.” Fisher wraps a fist around my hair as he fucks my mouth. “God damn baby.” I suction him deeper into my mouth, licking and sucking his fat cock. “Nothing sweeter,” he says on a groan before his salty and sweet erupts on my tongue. I lick him clean. “Get on the bed and spread for me. I’m gonna tear you apart from the inside out.”
A shiver moves through me at the promise. The twins are staying at my mother’s house for the weekend. It’s not often I get my husband all to myself and I plan to take full advantage.
Fisher and I’ve been married for seven years now. I was worried we would go through the seven-year itch like Yara and Whiskey, but Fisher and I are just as in love now if not more than the day we said I do.
My sexy biker looms over me all hot and broody, ready to dominate me.
“That’s my good girl. Touch your pussy for me, baby. Show me how much you want this dick.” He strokes his shaft getting good and hard again. “I’m going to put another baby in you,” he vows, and I do another shiver. We’ve been waiting for the time to be right. After the twins were born Yara and I went into business with Mom, and it took off. We now have four other locations with a fifth on the way. The timing couldn’t be more perfect.
“Then stop teasing me and do it already. Fuck me, honey.”
He grins, rubbing the head of his cock through my slick heat. Oh yeah, he’s going to tease me to death and I’m going to love every second. His mouth closes over one of my nipples as I whimper. Fisher continues to taunt and torture me. Tuning my body like one of the cars he works on at his and Whiskey’s garage.
“More.” I wiggle against him, seeking friction, trying to force him inside me as I arch my back and flex my hips.
As his lips drag up the column of my throat, I can feel Fisher’s smile. He’s so proud of himself for making me crazy with desire. Finally, he lines up, claiming my pussy at the same time as my mouth. “Love you,” he says, stilling inside me, gazing into my eyes with nothing but pure adoration. He kisses me soft and slow, matching his gentle thrusts.
Fisher knows when to be sweet and when to take me hard. Nobody could ever love me in the way that he does. There’s no doubt in my mind that I gave the right man my devotion.
Though sometimes when the house is crazy with the kids running around screaming, and Fisher is kicked back in the recliner watching some reality car show with a beer in his hand, I catch myself thinking about Death and wondering if he’s as happy as I am wherever he is.
I’d like to think that he is. That he found whoever or whatever he’s searching for. Every now and then my father receives postcards from him. He was supposed to meet up with us at Sturgis last year but was a no show. Maybe he isn’t ready to see us or he’s too happy living his life to care.
I wrap my legs around Fisher and hold on tight as he makes love to me. His hand glides over my hip to hold me in place while he pumps me full of him, hopefully creating another life inside me. Another piece of him and piece of me. There’s nothing more beautiful than that. Than our love.
Dear Reader
Dear Reader,
I hope you enjoyed the conclusion of Freya’s story. When I started this series, I thought for sure that Fisher would be the biggest jackhole of all time and that nothing would come between her and Death once they got together. Ha. Joke was on me because once I unleashed Fisher, there was no stopping him. He knew Freya was his woman and no one can tell him any differently, including me. I did have a different vision for this story but since I don’t know when I’ll get around to doing another installment for my Birds, I thought it was only fair to end this without leading into the next. Though I love cliffhangers I know you guys were eager for the end. That said this isn’t the last of Death. I do plan to give him another book. I don’t know if it will take place in this series or if he’ll get a standalone. I have thought about patching him over to my Royal Bastards MC. We’ll see where the future takes him.
Much love and happy reading,
Glenna
Acknowledgments
First off thank you to my readers who embraced this crazy love triangle and trusted the madness of my cliffie loving ass. I almost gave up writing Freya's Devotion but ya'll kept at me and reminded me that this story needed told. Thank you for continuing to support me and my alphahole characters who have minds of their own.
Tina, thank you for allowing me to torture with these characters and give you heart palpitations with my antics. I love you lots.
My bestie boos Andi and AJ thank you for cheering me on and refusing to let me be my own worst enemy. You to Morgan and Jordan. I'd never it make it without you ladies.
To my sinful readers who always come in clutch to review for me at the last minute, thank you for being part of my team. Ya'll are so good to me.
Big thanks to all the bloggers, bookstagrammers, readers, and authors who always show up to support one of my releases.
Last but not least, to my family for once again, thank you for putting up with me being a neglectful shit who is ruled by my muse.
