Chapter 5

Doc

I slowly glidemy fingers through Kennedy"s black hair, enjoying her warmth against mine. She"s currently sprawled on top of me, naked, after passing out. I think we made love five times before her long-ass shift in the ER knocked her out.

I feel like I"m dreaming, that this isn"t real.

But as I feel her warm breath against my neck where her name is inked, the feel of her soft hair on my fingertips, I know this is real, that she"s finally mine after so long.

I knew she felt the same when we kissed in the storage closet. She kissed me back and held me so tight like she was scared I"d pull back. I finally got the confirmation I needed to make my move, but then this little Pixie in my arms decided to fucking change her shifts to nights, stopped coming to the club, and all out fucking dodged me, Breaker and Sniper both confirming it.

Come to think of it, she still needs a spanking for that shit.

Kennedy moves, her nose nestling into my neck as she sighs in her sleep, and my heart jumps. My arm tightens around her, and my hand grips her hair to keep her on me, not willing for her to move.

Years I have wanted this, fucking years, and now I need to officially make her mine, give her the cut hanging in the closet with her name on it.

I gently run my lips along her head, Breaker's words when he called before Ken showed up at the club hitting me hard.

I sigh as I run my fingers through my hair, leaning my arms on my knees. Kennedy has dodged my ass since our kiss, and I feel like I"m dying.

Our small touches, long glances, and laughs at lunch are all but gone now that she"s on the graveyard shifts, and I miss her so fucking much.

I drop my head, my gaze dropping to my oak flooring.

I try to think of how to grab Kennedy, including kidnapping her, wondering if Breaker will help me despite hating their relationship. My phone rings and I groan.

I answer it, snapping, "What?"

A chuckle hits my ears, and Breaker speaks, "Let me guess, Kennedy has been ignoring you since you kissed her?"

I groan, leaning back on my couch, dropping my head back. I snap back, "What do you want, Breaker?"

He sighs. "She"s going to kill me for this, but honestly, all of us have had enough of you two tip-toeing around each other. Kennedy has been in love with you since she was twelve."

My eyes widen as I sit up straighter, and sputter, "Wha-what…. Please don"t fucking tell me, brother, that we've wasted fucking years…."

He chuckles. "All right then, I won"t tell you that you"ve both been in love with each other since you were teens, but I will tell you that she"s currently on her way to speak to Lola, who Crow may have told to go to the store for him. If you want her as much as I believe you do, then now is your fucking time, brother. If you don"t do something soon, someone else will claim her."

I grit my teeth, trying not to snap at him again. Does this mean he wants to fucking claim her himself? Is that what he"s telling me?

My phone pings, bringing me out of my head as I gently run my fingers up and down my girl"s naked spine. I notice it"s one in the morning, so hopefully, it"s not a fucking emergency, but I silently growl when I see who it is.

Prue: Baby, I"ve been back for a week, and I had hoped you missed me while I was away. You didn"t even speak to me after our fourth date, and that"s just rude. I need to see you; it"s important. Please, baby, I"ll come to you if I need to. I love you, baby.

I shake my head, dropping my phone on the bedside table.

I wasn"t lying when I told Ken I wasn"t with Prue. I never was, not really. We had four dates, fucked once, and that was it. I honestly don"t even understand what was going through my head when I decided to date a patch chaser.

I press my lips to the top of Ken"s head.

Prue has been obsessed with me for years. After we had those dates, she started coming to the hospital more. I"d seen her come out of the on-call rooms with fellow doctors several times, hoping to make me jealous, but it didn"t work.

My only regret is not telling Kennedy I wasn"t with her those times, knowing she'd probably seen the bitch as well.

With one last kiss on my girl"s forehead, I gently slide from under her, and tuck her in. She"s so tired from her long shift that she hasn"t even stirred. With a heavy heart, my body wanting to stay connected with hers, I quickly dress, smirking at the blood on my cock.

I will not celebrate, I will not celebrate,I chant in my head.

I need to nip this shit in the bud. I won"t have Prue ruining my relationship with Ken. After years, I"ve finally got her, and if the shit that the Untamed Hell Fire"s brothers have experienced with their women, and Snake with his woman Sarah, where jealous patch chasers are concerned, I need to get the bitch to fuck off. Because if I lose Ken, I"ll fucking lose myself, and instead of saving people, I"ll start killing them.

Writing a quick note, I give her a white lie about where I"m going. I place it on my pillow, gently kiss her head again, and then straighten. I smile, watching her snuggle in my dark brown sheets, and quickly take a photo before leaving, hating that I am leaving at all.

Half an hour later, I"m pulling up in front of Prue"s apartment, which the club pays for. I sit on my bike, thinking of my next move, envisioning slicing her throat, when the main door opens, and the bitch herself leans against it smirking, wearing nothing but a skimpy see-through nightie.

I don"t move. Instead, I cross my arms over my chest, making her growl and stomp toward me.

"Seriously, Doc?" she snaps.

I just shrug at her and state, "I"ve finally had enough of your bullshit ,Starlight." She narrows her eyes at my use of her stage name, but I continue. "We went on four dates, fucked once, and that was it. You have fucked several doctors since, as well as patrons from the club. The messages have got to stop. I"m not yours, and you"re not mine, and you"ve got to stop telling people you"re my girlfriend. We both know you can get fired for that shit."

Her brown eyes darken angrily, and she sneers, "Only if you have an old lady!"

I smirk back. "And I do."

Her nostrils flare, and she cackles. "Oh, the perfect Kennedy finally decided to give you a chance, did she, after all the years you've longed for her when I was right in front of you?" I keep my face reaction-free, not at all surprised she figured it out. I"m pretty sure the only person who didn"t know about my feelings was my Pixie herself. Prue continues as she leans forward, "Will the perfect Kennedy bring up someone else"s child?"

I raise a brow at her and state, "We fucked once, Prue, and we wore a condom. Like fuck is that child mine, even if you are pregnant, especially when I pulled out before coming."

She grins wide and admits, shocking the shit out of me that I"ve allowed this to happen, "I"m eight weeks, Doc, the dates matching for when you fucked me with a condom I poked holes in, and we all know precum can leak through."

I grind my back teeth, and she grins like she has me over a barrel, and I sneer, "Doesn"t fucking matter. I"ve still got a woman. If you even are pregnant, I will be getting a DNA test done, but you and I are never going to fucking happen, you stalker bitch."

She narrows her eyes at me before biting the tip of her tongue. I would bet my left fucking nut she isn"t even pregnant. She knows I value family, but she didn"t count on my love for my woman being more important.

Years wasted, and I"m not wasting any more.

I raise a brow at her, and she stands straight and grabs her phone from where I have no fucking clue in that nightie, before she steps toward me and states, "You will be making me your old lady, Doc." I just chuckle, making her glare at me and sneer, "Unless you want me to take this to the Feds."

She wiggles her phone before showing me a video. It"s dark, but I instantly tense, seeing a young Kennedy slowly walk over to a body, a fucking body I killed in the woods behind her parents' house.

No fucking way….

My heart rate kicks up, watching video Ken sob over the body as she gently lowers herself to the ground and closes the eyes of fucker who assaulted her, then falls on her ass sobbing harder.

I look at Prue about to say this proves jack shit when she grins wide, saying, "Oh, it gets better. Keep watching, Doc."

I look at the screen. I'm angry that Ken put herself in this situation, that she even fucking followed me that night, and I didn't notice. When I got back to my apartment that night, and she was gone, which fucking pissed me off, I didn't question it.

I should have fucking questioned it!

In the video, she slowly approaches her house before rushing back toward the body with a shovel, before she buries the fucker in the woods behind her house.

I shake my head as Prue puts her phone behind her and states, "I am pregnant, and the baby is yours. Now, this is what"s going to happen." My jaw ticks as she proclaims, "You will be ending things with Kennedy and letting the club know we are now together, that we are starting a family, and that I"m your old lady. And if you don"t, then I"ll be contacting the Feds."

She smirks, not giving a shit that she"s just betrayed a club brother. She turns around, and my fingers itch to grab the blade in my boot, ready to end this bitch and her lies. But she glances over her shoulder, and says, "Oh, and before you get any ideas, this isn"t my only copy. If something happens to me, a copy of the video and a letter will be automatically sent to the FBI." She turns back and continues to walk away, saying loudly over her shoulder, "You have two weeks, Doc, then I"m moving in with our baby growing in my belly. It"s about time I got the man I"ve always wanted."

Fury, like no other, fills me. There"s no fucking way she"s pregnant with my child, my gut is telling me she"s not even pregnant at all, but I can"t risk killing her and calling her bluff, not with my girl"s freedom hanging in the balance.

The bitch hoped the pregnancy would work; blackmailing me was her back up plan.

My palms sweat, and my heart races. What the fuck do I do?

My body vibrates with anger, and I rev my bike, driving away from the bitch before I burn the building down. My mind is going crazy as my speed down the road increases.

Ken...why in the fuck did she do that?

Why did she put herself at risk and bury that body?

I shake my head, tears starting to burn my eyes as I command the bike to go faster. She loves me, that"s why she did it, and that bitch has wanted me for years and is fucking crazy; crazy enough to follow me around, and blackmail a fucking brother. I knew I should have gotten the club involved back then, but my anger took hold, my love for Kennedy blinding me, and now it"s biting me in the ass.

I skid to a stop along the road near lookout point, breathing hard as my tears fall and pressure builds in my chest, the air suffocating me. I know what I have to do if I can't find the other video. I"m going to have to break my girl"s heart to keep her safe, breaking my own heart in the process.

I look down and shake my head, feeling so fucking angry at Ken for doing that, for burying a fucking body, because now that I"ve finally got her, I"m going to lose her.

I need help.

My jaw ticks as I grab my phone, calling the one person I hope can help me with this. Maybe he'll give me some advice, so I don"t lose the one who owns my body and soul. I know I can't get the club involved yet; Prue being a loose cannon.

He answers after the sixth ring and rasps, "Son, please tell me someone is dying right now." I let out a sob, no longer a man but a small boy needing his father. "Son, talk me…."

I shake my head and whisper, "I need you, Dad."