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Weed I was never allowed to be a normal kid.

Having Auggie to play with and to love every chance I got, made me feel whole, made the missing piece of my heart full, and now; my heart is shattered with no way of putting the pieces back together.

We work as a team, getting Apollo and Atticus buried as the clean-up crew work around us getting rid of the bodies. I don’t care what the fuck they do with them. They could burn them allin the yard for all I give a fuck. I just want it cleaned up.

A part of me hopes she will walk in the door and be happy that we got everything situated so she wouldn’t have to deal or see it all again. I’d do anything to make her happy and bring a smile to her gorgeous face. Goddamn it. How am I supposed to go on like this? Without her here? Ryder clears his throat and I look up at him.

“Come on, what’s next on our list?” He says and I can’t help but laugh.

“The real question is, what else do we need to talk about?” I say as I stand.

“What was it that I missed while I was gone, prior to this tragedy?” He asks.

“We might need more tequila for this, but I’d like to shower before I get piss drunk.” I say and he nods.

“I’m down with that, but while we walk up this fucking hill, I want you to know that I know Kayla is a fucking snake. I’ve known for a while now, and thatshe’s been working with, or for someone, while holding onto secrets. I don’t think she was ever actually Jade’s friend.” He confesses, and I stop walking.

“Wait, when was the last time you even saw her? Because there's a huge piece to the puzzle that you should already know about.” I say, and he looks at me with a raised brow.

“Actually, when was the last time you spoke to Slim? He knows about all of this. Hang on, now I’m confused.” I say, shaking my head as I continue to walk up the hill.

“It’s been a while. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen either of them. We have been busy with club shit and things have been really weird.” He says.

“Did you even know that Slim was kidnapped and we went to save him?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“This is the first I’m hearing of it.” He says as we walk through the back door.

“Or that I intercepted a shipment of kids that were Kayla’s family's haul?” I quip.His eyes shoot up in surprise.

“How about that Ryker has a son named Jaxon? Who we ended up having in our care, but then someone ambushed my warehouse killing all the kids, including Harper and Bianca, taking Jaxon with them.” I yell, and he freezes in place.

“Ryker has a son? Wait, hold the fuck up!” He says as we get to the stairs.

“Yeah man. Listen, as much as I’d love to stand here all night and divulge everything at once, I need a fucking shower. So let's put this on ice and get ourselves cleaned up. Then we can meet in the entertainment room and drink ourselves stupid, spilling all the shit.” I say, and he laughs as we get to the elevator. I press the button and the doors open. Climbing in, I push the button for levels two and three.

“I’ll go shower in Jade’s bathroom and you can go wherever your black heart desires.” I chuckle.

“You don’t know what my heart desires, but we will leave that for another time.” He admits and I visibly swallow. Is he flirting with me, again? Or am I delusional from the lack of sleep? Level two dings and he steps out with a wink as the door closes behind him. The ride up seems like it’s taking forever as it takes me up to my girls room. The doors open, I step out and walk down the hall into her room. Her scent smacks me in the face and my heart seizes in my chest, making it hard to breathe. Tears pour down my face the deeper I step into her room, it hurts so fucking much. I lost a part of me I’ll never get back. I still don’t believe any of this is real.

Walking into the bathroom, I turn the shower on and strip out of my clothes before stepping underneath the water. I wash my body fast, trying to stay in the present and not get stuck in my head, otherwise Ryder will find me at the bottom of this shower.

Turning the water off, I step out and grab a towel, drying myself off and walking into the room to the dresser. We all stashed clothes here over the past few months, so I grab boxers and sweats, pulling them on over my legs and up my thighs. Her scent smacks me in the face again, and I quickly leave the room, shutting the door behind me. I can’t be in there, not alone at least. I lean against the door and release the breath I was holding, heading back downstairs.

Going down to the entertainment room, I grab another bottle of tequila, a few joints from her stash under the bar, and wait for Ryder to come in here.

Walking over to the TV, I put it on and pick a random movie, not giving a fuck what’s on, but needing the background noise to drown out the silence. Ryder walks in wearing nothing but gray sweats. My eyes rake down his fit body as he holds the first aid kit and some snacks, causing me to laugh.

“Can you finish stitching me?” he grins, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip and I nod like a fucking idiot, lost for words.

“We are going to have to go to one of the rooms so you can lay down while I do it. It will be much easier that way.” I suggest and he spins, walking back out as I grab the bottle and the joints. Following him down the hall, he makes a right into one of the guest rooms and plops on the bed, growling.

“When will you learn, my guy?” I chuckle, handing him the bottle and the joints as I kneel between his legs, taking out the supplies I need from the kit.

“So, I have a nephew?” He asks and I nod.

“Apparently, Ryker got her pregnant a fewyears ago and her parents sent her away to have the baby. They actually convinced her the baby had died during birth. Did you know she was a trafficked kid and not a Pierce by blood?” I ask as I thread the needle, placing it on the kit as I pull his sweats down. I’m trying to stay professional, but my eyes can’t help as they wander down and notice how big he is.

“If you want me naked, all you have to do is ask,” he winks, lighting the joint.

“Is that right?” I grin, sliding the needle through his skin, causing him to hiss as he holds the joint to my lips. I take a deep pull, trying to stay focused on the conversation and the task at hand, but he is making it extremely hard. Blowing the smoke in his direction, I continue to glide the needle in and out of his wound, pulling tight with every pass.

“I’ve had enough of the heavy tonight.” He admits, and I nod in agreement. I’m ready to drown myself in tequila and chill out.

“Agreed, pass the bottle, big boy.” I smirk as he hands it to me. Taking a deep gulp, I give it back and take another hit off the joint.

“One last pass-through and this is done. Then I’m going to need you to stand.” I say and he raises a brow.

“Don’t give me that look, you forgot again that I need to wrap your ribs, asshole.” I laugh and he shakes his head.

“Fine, you win.” He says as I tie the ends of the thread and slide off the bed. He’s not going to like what I need to do next, but he will get over it.

“Come on, fucker, roll off the bed. Let’s get this over with.” I order and he rolls, groaning with each movement.

“Take a long swig of the bottle, then hand it over.” I order again and he does just that. I pull him to me and our eyes lock as he bites his bottom lip.

Holding his gaze, I tip the bottle and slowly let the alcohol pour over his wound. He growls, gripping my hips, never breaking eye contact. I bring the bottle to my lips and take a sip, swallowing hard. I can feel how hard he is against me, but I take a step back and grab the ace bandage.

He steps into my space, crowding me, but I place my hand on his ribs, causing him to wince. I push the bandage over his stomach, around his back and cover his ribs. I work on wrapping him once before running my hands smoothly over the bandage, making sure it stays tight, but not too tight. He leans in and whispers in my ear,

“I know you’re hard for me. Will you just let me make you feel good?” I ignore him, wrapping him one more time before running my hands over his ribs, and this time he doesn’t wince.

“Good boy,” I praise, and he groans, causing my cock to twitch. He relights the joint, pressing it to my lips again. I take a deep hit and blow it into his face. The tequila is finally hitting me and I revel in it. I laugh, taking a step back.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, and I say nothing. I’m not even sure I know myself.

“You going to answer my question?” He pushes and I shake my head.

“I'm not even sure anymore. The tequila is finally hitting me.” I laugh and he grins.

“Not that,” he says and my eyes widen, thinking back to his earlier question.

“I’m not gay, man. I’ve only hooked up with Jay.” I admit, and he laughs.

“Did you like it?” He asks, sin dripping in his voice as he arches a brow.

“I did, a lot.” I admit, and he nods.

“That doesn’t mean you're gay, Spade. That means you like to feel good, and it doesn’t matter the gender.” He whispers, caging me in as his eyes look down at my lips, then back up to my eyes. His hands roam over my chest and down my stomach, causing my abs to flex. I stand there, letting his touch be the distraction I need right now.

“You want to make me feel good, Big Boy?” I rasp, and he nods slowly.

“Then get on your fucking knees. Let me feel how tight your throat is.” I growl and he smirks, leaning in and placing a soft kiss against my lips. I don’t move. I groan as his hand slips down my boxers and strokes my hard cock. He leans into me more, deepening the kiss as I feel his tongue swipe across my lips, asking for permission. I open without hesitation, our tongues swirling together, fighting for dominance.

Suddenly he pulls away, sinking to his knees and taking me to the back of his throat. Fuckkkkk.

“Jesus, fuck,” I moan, gripping his hair, forcing his head further down my length.

“Swallow, biker bitch.” I growl, holding his head down for a second too long as he gags, but like the good little bitch he is, he swallows and groans around my cock.

“Fuck, yes. Your throat is so fucking tight. Such a good boy.” I praise and he groans again as I release my hold. His mouth slides up my cock, swirling his tongue over my piercing, causing my thighs to shake. He bobs his head up and down my length fast, sucking me hard as he gags every time my bar hits the back of his throat.

“Mmm, fuck. I’m going to cum so hard down your pretty fucking throat. Fuck.” I moan out a warning, and he picks up the pace.

“Shit, I’m cumming, fuck.” I groan long and loud as I feel the familiar tingle rush up my spine, spilling my load down his tight little throat. My whole body shakes as I come down from my orgasm, but he doesn't stop. He continues to suck me so fucking slowly, making me damn near whimper.

“Jesus fuck, you feel so fucking good. Fuck, don’t fucking stop.” I beg, holding his head down my length, forcing him to gag as I cum again. Holding his head down, I command,

“Don’t you fucking swallow. I want to see my second load on your tongue.” I let him go and he releases me with a pop, a string of saliva following as he sits back on his heels and opens his mouth, showing me how much of a good listener he is.

“Such a good boy. Now swallow me, my little biker bitch.” I command, and I watch as his throat swallows my load. Fuck if that doesn’t turn me on all over again. I grip his chin and he looks up at me.

“What do you need, Ryder?” I ask, but he shakes his head.

“Just lay with me?” he whispers.

“Let me make you feel good too.” I say, but he shakes his head again.

“Laying with me is what will make me feel good.” He admits, his eyes casting down showing how vulnerable he truly is in this moment and I nod, holding my hand out to help him up.

“Let’s get in bed. God knows we both need the fucking sleep.” I say and he laughs.

“Tomorrow is another day, and maybe in the morning, I’ll want to see what your mouth can do.” He says with a smirk and I laugh.

“Shut up and get in the bed.” I order and we pull down the blanket, climbing into the bed. The minute my head hits the pillow, I begin to hear Ryder say,

“I think I might leave the club and everyone behind. There’s not much left for me here anymore. I’m all alone, and I think it’s time for me to go.” But before I can respond, sleep takes over and green eyes litter my vision, pulling me deep into the abyss.