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Story: Creed's Vengeance
“I love you, Creed. Don’t push me away.” My voice trembled with the fear that I had just got him back, only to lose him again. I had been fighting with myself to not admit it because I didn’t want to fucking be here. Yet, here I was. I stood there, and it felt like Creed’s hand wasn’t just on my chest but in my chest with a grasp on my heart, and right now, I was waiting for him to squeeze the life from me.
This was exactly what I was scared of. This was exactly what terrified me.
My heart was racing, ice slowly filtering from my blood as he stayed silent.
Love me back, Creed, please, love me back. I felt like I was beginning to choke on the fear of him locking me out.
Creed’s gaze remained locked with mine.
“Love me back, baby,” I whispered against his lips.
I saw nothing but the coldness in his eyes. Then I saw the smallest crack of emotion, and he broke the small gap between our lips, kissing me. My hand moved from his cheek into his short hair, and his hand went from my chest to my back. I felt nothing but safety in his arms as they wrapped around me, and he lifted me up.
I know at that moment that I couldn’t smother what I felt for him any longer. To love him could be my undoing. To love him could result in my own life ending, but if loving Creed was what took my life in the end, then so be it.
* * *
I layon Creed’s arm, my head on his chest. My finger slowly ran over the detailed club emblems on his other arm, tracing the S in Satan’s Bastards tattoo.
He was quiet. Creed was more of a physical person than a talkative one. He didn’t fuck me, he worshipped me, and now I knew what my job was. It was to bring him out of the shadows that he was currently dwelling in.
I pushed myself up and moved my leg over his body, straddling him. He linked his hand with mine and looked at me as if I was his light.
Straddling him, I was completely naked, but his eyes remained locked on mine.
“Creed,” I said his name softly. My eyes dropped to his chest tattoos while my teeth sank into my bottom lip. “Can I ask you something?”
My gaze flashed back to his, and I knew he was waiting for me to continue.
“I need you to promise me something,” I said, my voice barely audible. I needed him to understand that every decision he made regarding the club, my life was on the line with his. “Promise me that you’ll be careful. Promise me that you won’t be reckless…” My words dried up, and I inhaled sharply before looking him in the eyes. “I can’t lose you.”
My brother and father were fighting for their life. I was stupid to ever think that Creed wouldn’t retaliate for what happened. Creed was reckless and fearless—two things that made him a great leader. However, they were two things that struck fear in me. Because the more I let myself feel, the more I felt myself losing my ability to think clearly.
Creed was to lead the reckoning that was the brotherhood into a war. I had no doubt that he could do it, but I also wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he wouldn’t die for the cause. Because the brotherhood pumped loyalty through their blood, and I understood all that. I had watched my father and brother make decisions with the greater good of the club in mind. I watched and dealt with my father going to prison repeatedly for the club. Even Kobra did a year behind bars. There was no doubt that I understood the cause. However, Creed had to understand that it wasn’t just his life on the line when he made decisions. I stared into his eyes.
“The bullet that kills you kills me too, so please”—I lowered my lips to his—“be careful.”
As he spread his hand across my cheek, I saw the debate cross his features.
“I ain’t letting anyone take me from you, not even myself,” he said before kissing my lips. He said that as if he wouldn’t even let his stubborn pride rip us apart this time. I kissed him back just as firmly. My tongue slipped into his mouth, and his hand went to my back, and he flipped us over.
I didn’t believe in fairy tales, but I believed that Creed and I would be together, not just until our last breath. I knew that we were infinite, and even in the next life, we would be together.
Some loves were earthbound, but ours wasn’t. For this life and the life after, I’d be with Creed. He was my twin flame. That didn’t mean loving him would be easy, and that didn’t mean loving him wouldn’t break my willpower or my heart at times.
But I loved him. The light. The dark. The shadows and even the ghosts within him. I loved all of him. And perhaps my love for him was the definition of insanity, but he was my definition of sanity. If that made me unbalanced and insane, then so be it because I wasn’t complete without him.
* * *
There werecertain things you got used to when you were associated with the club. The fact that people stared when you were with men, wearing their cuts, was normal. I was used to their judgmental eyes. But the one thing you got taught early was never to trust the blue and white.
You learned young that the police were the thing that could rip your world apart. They could take the ones you loved away from you for great lengths of time. Worst of all, the police never fought clean. They would use anything against a member if needed, which was why a member made a decision early in their years with the club to let their family in or keep their family out. When the family was in the lifestyle, it meant that they, like the member, would always protect the club. If the family wasn’t in the lifestyle, they wouldn’t have to lie to the police because they simply knew nothing.
I stood in front of two detectives as the footage played on the office television. There was a clear image of Trey standing there and then being forced into the back of a van. The footage played twice before the detectives turned to me.
“So, Holly.” Detective Maddison looked at me. “Can you see anything in this footage that would suggest you know who took Trey Knights?”
I just stared at them. No other doctor was being questioned. The nurses on the shift were asked, but that was it. I saw the date on the footage, and I knew the man behind the balaclava was Creed, and the man driving the van was Viper.
This was exactly what I was scared of. This was exactly what terrified me.
My heart was racing, ice slowly filtering from my blood as he stayed silent.
Love me back, Creed, please, love me back. I felt like I was beginning to choke on the fear of him locking me out.
Creed’s gaze remained locked with mine.
“Love me back, baby,” I whispered against his lips.
I saw nothing but the coldness in his eyes. Then I saw the smallest crack of emotion, and he broke the small gap between our lips, kissing me. My hand moved from his cheek into his short hair, and his hand went from my chest to my back. I felt nothing but safety in his arms as they wrapped around me, and he lifted me up.
I know at that moment that I couldn’t smother what I felt for him any longer. To love him could be my undoing. To love him could result in my own life ending, but if loving Creed was what took my life in the end, then so be it.
* * *
I layon Creed’s arm, my head on his chest. My finger slowly ran over the detailed club emblems on his other arm, tracing the S in Satan’s Bastards tattoo.
He was quiet. Creed was more of a physical person than a talkative one. He didn’t fuck me, he worshipped me, and now I knew what my job was. It was to bring him out of the shadows that he was currently dwelling in.
I pushed myself up and moved my leg over his body, straddling him. He linked his hand with mine and looked at me as if I was his light.
Straddling him, I was completely naked, but his eyes remained locked on mine.
“Creed,” I said his name softly. My eyes dropped to his chest tattoos while my teeth sank into my bottom lip. “Can I ask you something?”
My gaze flashed back to his, and I knew he was waiting for me to continue.
“I need you to promise me something,” I said, my voice barely audible. I needed him to understand that every decision he made regarding the club, my life was on the line with his. “Promise me that you’ll be careful. Promise me that you won’t be reckless…” My words dried up, and I inhaled sharply before looking him in the eyes. “I can’t lose you.”
My brother and father were fighting for their life. I was stupid to ever think that Creed wouldn’t retaliate for what happened. Creed was reckless and fearless—two things that made him a great leader. However, they were two things that struck fear in me. Because the more I let myself feel, the more I felt myself losing my ability to think clearly.
Creed was to lead the reckoning that was the brotherhood into a war. I had no doubt that he could do it, but I also wasn’t stupid enough to believe that he wouldn’t die for the cause. Because the brotherhood pumped loyalty through their blood, and I understood all that. I had watched my father and brother make decisions with the greater good of the club in mind. I watched and dealt with my father going to prison repeatedly for the club. Even Kobra did a year behind bars. There was no doubt that I understood the cause. However, Creed had to understand that it wasn’t just his life on the line when he made decisions. I stared into his eyes.
“The bullet that kills you kills me too, so please”—I lowered my lips to his—“be careful.”
As he spread his hand across my cheek, I saw the debate cross his features.
“I ain’t letting anyone take me from you, not even myself,” he said before kissing my lips. He said that as if he wouldn’t even let his stubborn pride rip us apart this time. I kissed him back just as firmly. My tongue slipped into his mouth, and his hand went to my back, and he flipped us over.
I didn’t believe in fairy tales, but I believed that Creed and I would be together, not just until our last breath. I knew that we were infinite, and even in the next life, we would be together.
Some loves were earthbound, but ours wasn’t. For this life and the life after, I’d be with Creed. He was my twin flame. That didn’t mean loving him would be easy, and that didn’t mean loving him wouldn’t break my willpower or my heart at times.
But I loved him. The light. The dark. The shadows and even the ghosts within him. I loved all of him. And perhaps my love for him was the definition of insanity, but he was my definition of sanity. If that made me unbalanced and insane, then so be it because I wasn’t complete without him.
* * *
There werecertain things you got used to when you were associated with the club. The fact that people stared when you were with men, wearing their cuts, was normal. I was used to their judgmental eyes. But the one thing you got taught early was never to trust the blue and white.
You learned young that the police were the thing that could rip your world apart. They could take the ones you loved away from you for great lengths of time. Worst of all, the police never fought clean. They would use anything against a member if needed, which was why a member made a decision early in their years with the club to let their family in or keep their family out. When the family was in the lifestyle, it meant that they, like the member, would always protect the club. If the family wasn’t in the lifestyle, they wouldn’t have to lie to the police because they simply knew nothing.
I stood in front of two detectives as the footage played on the office television. There was a clear image of Trey standing there and then being forced into the back of a van. The footage played twice before the detectives turned to me.
“So, Holly.” Detective Maddison looked at me. “Can you see anything in this footage that would suggest you know who took Trey Knights?”
I just stared at them. No other doctor was being questioned. The nurses on the shift were asked, but that was it. I saw the date on the footage, and I knew the man behind the balaclava was Creed, and the man driving the van was Viper.