Fuse's Hold by E.C. Land (world of reading TXT) 📗

of you’ll be leaving this room. I’ll be fuckin’ sure of it,” I growl right before letting my fist slam into Leonard’s face. It’s with this movement, I let loose and start beating the hell out of him, forgetting about playing with the knife.

They hurt someone I care about and it’s time for them to feel the pain. I just have to make sure I hold back a bit. Fuse will want these men to feel his wrath as well and I look forward to being front row for the show.

Chapter Thirteen

Lyrica

“Ma douce, you gotta leave it alone,” Fuse says, coming up behind me in the bathroom. It’s been three weeks since the night of the fights and our night of getting tattoos. I know I’m not supposed to scratch at the spot I’d gotten the tattoo, but dammit, it itches. If it weren’t for the fact, I absolutely love the tattoo, I would be all over getting a scratcher or whatever to ease the itch.

No wonder Robby complained about itching when he’d gotten his back piece done. I thought he’d have driven Nicholas, his partner, mad with his complaining.

Looking over my shoulder at the tattoo, I think about the meaning behind it and fall for Fuse that much more. He hadn’t touched me anymore since that day either. I don’t know why, and I wish I did; however, I don’t have the courage to ask him to touch me.

I’ve also slowly started to spend more time with the ol’ ladies. Not much but enough that it seems to make them happy. The day after the fight, Tiny came over, holding Ian in her arms. I’d asked her where River and Brook were to find out they were with their dad.

Go figure.

Chains loves those kids. I’m sure he’d be the same way with Ian too, but that day she’d come over right after his nap.

We’d talked about a lot of things and she told me how much guilt she carried at her being the reason I’d been kidnapped. Tiny thought it was due to this reason I didn’t come near her or the others.

I’d eased her mind though I know it hurts as it did me to talk about my reasons why I haven’t been near them much. I’m sure some of the ol’ ladies would think my reasons were ridiculous, but in my mind, they’re not. I allowed my body to be abused and degraded beyond belief to protect Wren. If I were to be kidnapped again, which I pray never happens, I couldn’t do it again. I couldn’t put myself in front of the others to keep them safe. Leonard and his men saw to this when they hurt me repeatedly. They would taunt me by putting images in my head of them hurting other women. Women like Tiny or Faith. I’ve had these thoughts in my head and each time, I felt it were me taking the abuse for them.

Tiny understood and the rest of the day, she’d stayed with me. The two of us talked, she told me her entire story about what happened growing up to her nearly dying up at the Devil’s Riot MC’s clubhouse when they’d been ambushed, to coming here to have a psycho bitch kidnap her and nearly losing Chains that day to a gunshot to his chest.

Over takeout from the local diner in town, Fuse sent a prospect to get us food, we talked and cried. I found it soothing in a way I didn’t think it would be.

Now weeks later, I’ve started talking with each of the ol’ ladies one at a time. The last two being Faith and Angelina. They were the two I hurt the most by blocking them from my life these past months.

To say they fussed about it is an understatement, but in the end, they understood. I knew they would. This also meant I started spending time with all of their kids.

I still refuse to be alone with any of the children out of fear of something happening that I can’t control.

Also, because over the months I’d been taken, Leonard kept trying to get me pregnant. As he and his men claimed, I was supposed to breed the next leader to their group. I prayed every night it wouldn’t happen. And thankfully, it never happened. I knew it wasn’t because I couldn’t have any kids because I’d had testing done a while back to confirm this was still a thing. It could make sense since I have such a rare blood disease.

“Baby, you gonna hurry up so I can get a shower, or you gonna join me?” Fuse’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts, and my body hums at the words that came from his mouth. Join him in the shower.

“Um,” I murmur quietly as I lift my gaze to meet his. I want that and more. I just don’t know how to voice it.

“Fuck, Ly, love the shyness and the way your cheeks are turning pink right now. I’ve been waiting for you to come to me, ma douce. I got a taste of you and helped you find your release. What I’m not gonna do is fuck you until you tell me that’s what you want,” Fuse says, letting me know flat out he’s waiting for me and not rushing.

Words don’t come to me. I can’t think of any to say in a moment like this. Instead, I allow my body to speak for me. Lifting my arms up, I wrap them around his neck and lift up on my toes to press my mouth to his. Darting my tongue out, I lick his lips until his part. Only then does he put his arms around me and deepens the kiss. Our mouths fuse together.

Fuse moves his hands down to cup my ass in both hands and lifts me clear off the floor. I wrap my legs around his waist as I pull myself closer to him