Alicia’s Vengeance by Lila Fox
Chapter Nineteen
Alicia helped Kristina and Sally in the kitchen and didn’t see Stone again until dinner that night. She loved spending time with the girls, but it was also bittersweet because it brought up memories of cooking with her sister.
She jumped when arms came around her middle.
“Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to scare you. What are you thinking about so hard?”
She leaned back against him. “My sister.”
“Fuck, babe. I’m so sorry.”
“I am, too. She was a sweet woman and the best sister.”
“It will hopefully get easier as time goes by,” Stone murmured against her neck.
“I think the only thing that’s going to help is killing Rock. I’d feel much better with him in hell where he belongs.”
“He’ll be taken care of. Give us a chance.”
“Is … Betsy … gone?” she whispered.
She felt him stiffen.
“Don’t ask questions I can’t answer.”
She hated it when he got that cold, harsh tone in his voice. It reminded her that he was in an MC and deadly.
She patted the hand over her stomach. “I’m sorry.”
He grunted and pressed a kiss to the back of her head. “Grab a plate and come eat with me outside.”
Alicia hadn’t noticed that most of the club had already gotten their food and was eating. She followed Stone through the food line and then out the back door. All the chairs were taken.
“Fuck, let’s go back in,” Stone said.
“We could lean against the tree,” she said, pointing to a large one a few yards away. “It’s too nice to be inside.”
“All right.”
They both sat on the ground and leaned against the trunk with their shoulders touching and ate silently.
She stared at him out of the corner of her eyes. She’d never get enough of just looking at him. He was built like a tank with colorful tattoos over his body. He was trying to get her to get one with his name tattooed on her breast or on her pelvic bone, and she was seriously thinking of doing it. She would never have done something like that a few months ago, but then it seemed her whole persona had changed with the tragedy of losing her sister.
She went from being a college student and dreaming of skiing with her sister when they got to Colorado to being a biker chick who got in fights, put herself in harm’s way and considered putting a permanent reminder on her body. The only thing holding her back was he hadn’t said anything about her becoming his old lady lately.
What if she got a tattoo and he left her? It was a huge step to take, especially since she wasn’t secure in their relationship or her future.
“Are you done eating?”
She looked up at Stone and nodded.
He took the plate from her and set it on his on the grass before pulling her onto his lap so she sat sideways.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
She tucked her head under his chin and rested against his chest. “I was thinking about a tattoo.”
“No shit?” he said and chuckled.
“Yeah, I’m just scared that I’ll get it done and something would happen between us.”
He tilted her head back with a finger under her chin. “Nothings going to happen. We’re together forever.”
“We haven’t really discussed it, though.”
“What’s there to discuss? We care about each other and want to be together.”
“But for how long?”
She caught the anger he tried to hide.
“Why are you making this so fucking complicated?”
Her eyes widened. “You think me wanting to know about any future we have is asking too much?”
“You fucking women just have to keep pushing, don’t you?”
She looked at him in shock. Where the hell did that come from? “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to push you. Let’s just forget about this conversation.”
“Good. What about the tattoo?”
She crawled off his lap, grabbed the plates, stood, and looked down at him. “There won’t be one.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“If you want me to stop asking about what’s between us, you have to stop pushing for a tattoo.”
“Fuck, fine,” he said and looked away from her.
She shook her head and walked into the house to see Kristina working on the dishes.
“Here, let me help you.”
“Hey, thanks,” Kristina said.
“Don’t the sluts help with anything?”
Kristina shrugged. “Not really.”
“That sucks.”
“They remind me often that they’re here to entertain the guys, and that’s it. They didn’t come here to be maids.”
Alicia snorted.
She heard firecrackers and then screams. She gasped when Kristina yanked her down on the ground.
“What’s going on?” Alicia asked.
“Someone’s shooting.”
“Oh, God.”
It seemed to go on forever, and then it stopped suddenly. The silence was eerie after the noise.
A shiver raced down her spine when she heard a voice call out with a megaphone.
“You fuckers took out my whole club, so now I’m going to pay you back. Right now, I’ll stop shooting if you give me the whore who killed my brother.”
Kristina pressed a hand to her mouth. “He means you.”
“Really, one of the guys I killed was his brother?”
“That’s what I heard.”
She stood, fighting against Kristina, who wanted to keep her down.
“Just let me talk to him. It might give the guys time to get to him. Our men are out there, Kristina.”
“God, Alicia, be careful.”
Alicia bent over and rushed into the main room, hiding behind anything she could and ducking as she made her way over to the window closest to the door. She ignored the men who tried to grab for her or told her to get down.
“I’m going to distract him while you guys find him. If he turns my way, he’s looking away from the backyard.”
“Just lock the fucking door and don’t move from beside the window,” Chains said.
“I’ll be careful.”
Chains grunted. “You better be, or there will be hell to pay.”
Alicia pressed her back against the wall and peeked out the broken window.
“Hey, dickhead. You talking to me?” she yelled.
“You fucking whore. Get out here, or I’ll take out more of your friends.”
“I just have a few questions. One of the guys I killed was your brother?”
“Yeah, you cunt. The one you cut.”
“Fuck, he got off easy. Too bad he didn’t suffer like my sister.”
There was a bellow of rage. She could now tell the prick was beyond the fence into the trees.
She looked back at the guys in the room. “He’s by the front, but he’s got to be in one of the trees over the fence.”
Feral raced into the room and seemed to relax when he saw her.
“Who’s hurt?” she asked.
“Just a few guys but nothing fatal. Stone’s going crazy.”
She didn’t want to think about that right then as long as he was okay. “I just told these guys where he is. I’ll keep talking to give you time.”
Feral barked orders and the guys spread out. Some went out the back door.
“Hey, fuckwad,” she yelled.
“The things I’m going to do to you will seem like child’s play from what I did to your sister,” Rock yelled.
She kept her scream in and dug her nails into her palms. That fucker needed to die. “Have you ever heard of the saying an eye for an eye?”
“Yeah, but I don’t fucking care,” Rock said.
“Jesus, you sound like a fucking toddler who didn’t get a toy. What, did your mommy not love you?”
She shivered at the scream that came from Rock and then the bullets that started again. The sound that came from the mad man was almost inhuman and eerie. It scared her almost as much as the bullets.
“Get the fuck down,” one of the guys yelled at her.
She slumped to the floor.
“Jesus, woman, you’ve got balls,” one of the guys said.
“I’m just trying to help out the club. If he turns his hatred on me, it will give you time to get the fucker.”
She heard shots coming from the club and waited for it to calm down while praying one of their bullets got the bastard.
“Look over your shoulder for the rest of your life, cunt. I’ll be just a step away.”
It was a moment, and then they heard a few motorcycles start and roar away.
She pressed her face into her hands. Jesus.
“Where the fuck is she?”
She looked up to see Stone race into the room, but she struggled to stand because she was shaking so much.
Stone was on her and grabbed her shoulders to lift her to her feet.
“What the fuck were you doing?” he bellowed in her face.
She looked at him in shock. “I was trying to protect the club.”
“How?”
“By distracting him and getting his attention away from the backyard.”
“God, I can’t fucking take it,” he said.
“Man, she did help a lot,” Feral said behind them. “I know it scared the hell out of you, but the guys in here were protecting her.”
She tried to calm him down by running her hands over his chest. “This is my family, too. Right?”
He sighed and pulled her into his arms, then held her tightly against his chest. “Fuck, babe, you’re giving me gray hair and an ulcer.”
She snorted and hugged him. “You put yourself in danger for the club. Don’t you think I worry about you?”
“Let’s get this cleaned up,” Striker yelled. “Alicia, I know you’re not a nurse, but you have some medical training, right?”
“Yes, I’ve got the same training as a paramedic right now.”
“Good. We need you in the kitchen. We’ve got a few guys that are hurt, and Kristina is doing the best she can until the doctor gets here.”
She kissed Stone’s chin and pulled out of his arms. “I’ll go help.”
She smiled when she heard Striker say he was proud of her, that she saved people, and that Stone should be proud, too. While she didn’t hear what Stone said, she was glad she had the prez on her side.
Several hours later, she and Stone were lying in bed with him wrapped around her from behind after fucking her blind.
They had almost been frantic in their need for each other, and the sweat from their bodies had them glued together. Not that she minded. She knew the storm of lovemaking wasn’t over yet, and Stone would take her several more times that night. It always seemed to calm him down, but it made it hard for her to walk the next day, and he seemed to enjoy her discomfort way too much. She guessed it was his way of punishing her at the same time as reassuring himself that she was okay.
“I’d like to finish my medical training.”
“You’ll have to do it online,” Stone murmured sleepily. “You can’t be out in public for a while.”
“Then I’ll do what I can. I liked being able to help our club. It might be a good idea to have some more medical supplies on hand, too, like an IV and bags of saline.”
“Make a list, and I’ll see we get it.”
She was almost asleep when he nudged her. “Babe?”
“Yeah.”
“When I was outside, and you were inside distracting that monster, all I could think about was that I could lose you and without ever telling you I love you.”
Tears stung her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at him. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
She reached back and stroked his cheek. “I love you, too.”
“Good. I’ll tell Striker about you becoming my official old lady, and eventually, I’d like to get married.”
“Do I get a say?”
“Fuck no. When you said you loved me, that was it. You’re mine forever.”
“And you’re mine, right?”
“Yeah, babe. I am.”
“Good.”
She settled back down with a smile on her face.
“This means I get my name on your body,” he told her.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, babe. It does.”
The End
