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Chapter Twenty-Two

This is What He Did to Me

M ara felt like a science project with a camera up between her legs. To her right, an ultrasound tech looked at a grainy screen. To her left, Darrow stood big, tall, and mean. His eyes moving from the screen to Mara and back to the screen.

Outside in the waiting room, Virus sat in a chair, black jeans, black boots, black T-shirt, and his leather cut. He flipped through a pamphlet on breast pumps and asked the cute receptionist if there were any pictures available. The receptionist blushed and giggled. Virus then asked her to model a breast pump for him.

The receptionist stood up and went to the copy machine and made copies of a blank piece of paper, just to get away from the biker that made her feel so uneasy… yet turned on.

Outside the medical office, Dolph and Amos waited, looking around, running protection not just for Darrow, but for Mara and the unborn outlaw baby in her womb.

Back inside the room, Mara swallowed hard. The wand up inside didn’t exactly feel all that comfortable. But it was the suspense of watching the ultrasound screen that got to her. If by some chance she really wasn’t pregnant…

“Okay, this right here is your womb,” the woman said. “And this little thing right here… that’s your baby…”

A few clicks later and the machine began to print a picture of the ultrasound. Mara stared at the screen. Her eyes welled with tears. She turned her head and saw the look of shock on Darrow’s face. His jaw dropped. Eyes wide.

“You’re sure that’s a baby?” Darrow asked.

“That’s a baby,” the woman said. “If you were expecting the little one to be riding a Harley, it’s a little too soon for that.”

“Is that some kind of fucking joke?” Darrow growled.

“Darrow,” Mara whispered.

The woman blushed. Hard. “S-s-sorry. Uh, yeah, this is your baby. Still very early in the pregnancy but from what I can see and measure, everything looks good. Now we’ll listen to the heartbeat…”

When Darrow heard the whooshing sound, it felt like someone grabbed his heart and did something to it. He never felt so connected and empowered in his entire life. Not to mention terrified. Knowing he would now spend the rest of his life protecting this life. No matter if the baby was a boy or a girl. No matter how old the kid was. Darrow suddenly pictured himself as an old man, kind of like Custer and Warren, wrinkled but fierce, still fighting and defending his child.

Outside in the reception area, Virus stood at the counter, asking the cute receptionist if they had any videos of a birth. He wanted to see what it looked like. The receptionist excused herself once more to find her office manager.

When Darrow and Mara emerged from the back of the office, they were glued together. Darrow’s arm around Mara, holding her close to him. Mara holding the long strip of ultrasound pictures, unable to stop crying.

“You ready to leave yet?” Virus asked. “All this pregnancy stuff has me feeling a certain way.”

“Go outside,” Darrow asked. “We’ll be right out.”

Darrow and Mara were then met with the office manager who stated that Virus was officially banned from ever coming back to that office. In the back of Darrow’s mind, he laughed, wanting to tell the office manager she was lucky it wasn’t Priest who had been here. Chances were Priest would have offered to put a baby in the receptionist. Or try to use a breast pump to milk his own cock…

That was just how the outlaw life went. The highs and lows were fast and collided together hard. Mara holding the pictures of the baby she and Darrow had unexpectedly made. Darrow thinking about Priest, who still remained in a coma.

When they exited the office, Darrow stopped Mara in the hallway. He touched under her chin and looked down into her eyes.

“We’re really having a baby, Darrow,” she whispered.

“Yes we are, babe. You need to wear my ink. We need to make all of this official. I would die to protect you. And would die to protect our baby.”

Mara didn’t hesitate for a second. She nodded. She wanted to wear Darrow’s ink. She was already carrying his baby. They were now in this together.

No matter what.

Cyrus held out the ultrasound pictures, smiling like a proud father himself.

“Look at this,” he said. “Amazing. Fucking amazing.”

He turned and put an arm around Mara and pulled her in for a hug. She felt uneasy for a second. The allure of Cyrus being President of Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West . The amount of violence on his hands. The amount of death on his hands. And yet something like a pregnancy could turn him into mush.

Cyrus kissed the top of Mara’s head. He then moved over to Darrow. They hugged, punching at each other’s backs like some feral animals trying to show off their strength.

“Something else to announce,” Darrow said as he stepped back from Cyrus. “Mara is going to wear my ink.”

The clubhouse fell mostly silent. There were rules for the club set in stone. There were rules up for debate. There were implied rules, unwritten rules, and plenty in between.

Cyrus looked back for Custer and Warren. Looking to the elders for some kind of council on the subject. An old lady only received one set of initials. That’s how it was always done. When you let an outlaw ink you, that was it. You were that outlaw’s property for life. Except in this case, Mara was fucking a different outlaw. Carrying that outlaw’s baby. And her old man… was a scum fuck rat.

“She’s been inked already,” Warren said.

“Where?” Mara asked.

Without hesitation she turned and dropped her pants.

“Yeah, girlfriend!” Maggie called out and whistled. “Show off that ass!”

“Here! Here!” Monte bellowed and raised his half empty beer glass.

Mara blushed as she reached back and tugged at her right butt cheek, showing off the black mark that covered up Fitz’s initials.

“Where do you see it?” Mara asked. “Huh?”

Darrow gritted his teeth and his nostrils flared. He wanted to kill every single one of the guys looking at Mara. As far as the women looking, that was perfectly fine…

Mara stood up and picked up her pants.

“She’s got a point,” Cyrus said.

“And a very nice ass too,” Custer said.

He winked at Darrow.

“We allowed the ink to be covered up,” Linc said. “For good reason. She’s had nothing to do with Fitz. As far as I see it, this is a clean slate.”

Linc turned his head and nodded at Darrow.

“Thanks, VP ,” Darrow said.

“Okay,” Cyrus said. “Any objections?”

The clubhouse fell completely silent. Cyrus reached for a thick beer mug and slammed it off the bar.

“She gets inked!” he announced.

The clubhouse erupted in cheers.

Cyrus looked at Mara. “This is your last one though. You fuck another member and you’re out of here.”

“Ah, too bad,” Mara said. “I was hoping to get pregnant by every member.”

She then lifted her middle fingers and put them into the face of Cyrus.

Holy shit, she has balls , Darrow thought. Then he added to himself, Well, she doesn’t have balls. She has… I mean…

“You better tame your old lady, Darrow,” Cyrus said.

“Good luck with that, Prez ,” Darrow said.

They laughed and Mara’s heart raced fast. Sometimes she let her own attitude work against her.

Dropping her pants and showing off her ass to a bunch of outlaws. Then back talking to the President of SOFRAW.

She took a deep breath.

Now it was time to get even more ink on her body…

Mara was face down on the bed, naked. Her toes curled and her skin broke out in goosebumps. She felt Darrow staring at her. When she looked back, she saw him approaching the bed.

Darrow made fists for a second, unable to comprehend the sight before his eyes. The stunning and sultry curves of Mara’s body. Her toes curled up tight. The way her calf muscles flexed. The smoothness of her legs. And holy hell the curve of her ass. The small of her back. Her hips. The way she turned her head and looked at him.

Darrow moved onto the bed and brushed his fingers over Mara’s left ass cheek. Over the fresh ink. His initials. D. T.

“How’s it feel, babe?” Darrow asked.

“Didn’t hurt nearly as bad as the other one,” Mara said. “But my ass is feeling a little used up right now.”

“Oh, your ass is plenty fine from where I’m looking.”

Darrow eased his fingers along Mara’s ass cheek. Down, around, following all the beautiful natural curves of her body. Leading to her soft, warm cunt. Darrow’s middle finger slid between her wet labia, pressing against her throbbing core.

“Darrow,” Mara groaned. “Yes…”

He inserted his finger into her. He dug deep. He curled his finger. Then very slowly Darrow removed his finger and brought it up to his mouth for a taste. He sucked Mara’s melting cunt juice off his finger. He wanted more. He needed more. Plenty more.

Darrow grabbed Mara by her hips and flipped her over with ease. He leaned over Mara and dropped his mouth down to her right tit. He took her, first playfully, then a little bit rougher. Tugging at her nipple, his teeth teasing and biting, making Mara scream his name.

Darrow took his mouth from her tit and moved down between her legs. He growled at her heavenly scent. His tongue slapped against her soft cunt, cutting between her labia with ease, and then suckling her folds. The tip of his tongue felt magnetic to her clit. Circling around her sweet nub, then flicking against it. Over and over.

Mara’s hips jumped and bucked. She reached down and grabbed Darrow’s hair with force. Her stomach exploded with butterflies and pleasure. She felt herself ready to climax already. Her hips wiggled left to right.

“Darrow,” she groaned. “Fuck. Darrow. Fuck…”

Darrow pulled his mouth away with a loud, wet kissing noise. He looked up at his woman.

His. Woman.

That’s what she was now.

His.

Her beautiful tits, mounded, her nipples knotted. She looked down at him with a look of desperation on her face. Darrow brought his thumb up to her clit and began to massage. Making tight, hard circles.

“That’s it, babe,” Darrow growled. “Let go. I want to watch you finish. I want to watch your sweet cunt throb. I want to watch warm honey pour out of your body. Now, babe. Right… fucking… now…”

Darrow pressed harder and Mara jumped and gasped.

She grabbed the bedsheets and felt her body let go.

Darrow watched with his lip curled as her cunt squeezed and began to release. He dipped his mouth back down and took her once more. His tongue lapping up her wetness, tasting all of her orgasm. Once he had enough of her taste— for now —Darrow moved up to his knees and reached for his jeans. Mara reached too, grabbing at his hands.

“I want to,” she purred. “I want to feel you and stroke you and suck, then feel you fuck me, Darrow.”

Before Darrow could reply, a pounding sound began to echo through the apartment from the front door.

“Fuck,” Darrow said.

He quickly climbed off the bed and reached back for his gun.

“Don’t move, babe,” he said to Mara.

She scrambled off the bed to find some clothes to put on. Her heart leapt into her throat. Her only worry was the baby. The pounding on the door continued. Darrow ran through the apartment and ripped open the door, only to find a woman standing there. A woman who looked half dead, strung out, clothes all fucked up, and as though she had been crying for two days straight.

“Who the fuck are you?” Darrow growled.

“Is she here? Is Mara here?”

“How do you know Mara?”

Behind him, Darrow heard a loud gasp. He turned his head and saw Mara wearing nothing but an oversized hoodie.

“Macy,” Mara whispered. “Oh… God…”

“Who the hell is this?” Darrow asked.

“She’s my best friend,” Mara said.

Darrow looked at the woman again.

She then pointed to her face. “I normally don’t look like this. Don’t mind me.”

She blinked fast.

And then added, “Mara’s husband did this to me.”