30. Chapter Thirty

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Chapter Thirty

Kieran

I ’m pretty sure I need to see a shrink, because the sight of my girl getting her revenge, and carving her name into another mans chest has my dick so fucking hard that I have to tuck it into my waist band as discreetly as possible. Fuck, that was sexy. Nix drops the knife and turns to me. Her eyes holding barely contained rage and devastation.

“Kieran.”

Oh shit, I know that tone. Taking her hand in mine I quickly lead her through the warehouse to the little office and into the attached bathroom. I know my brothers will handle Jerry and right now I need to handle my girl.

Flipping on the taps to hot, I grab a trash bag from under the sink. Sliding my hands under her shirt and sweatshirt I gently slip it off her body and lay it in the trash bag. Then I pull down her leggings before guiding her to sit on the closed toilet seat. She’s silent and lost in her head as I remove her shoes, socks, and leggings. Leaving her in just her bra and panties. I make quick work of removing all of my clothes before guiding her to a standing position and take off the remainder of the barrier between us.

She shivers and looks at me, “I killed him, Kie.” Her eyes shine with barely contained tears.

“It’s okay, baby. Come on.”

Taking her hand I lead her into the shower. The hot water drenches us instantly, washing Jerry’s blood off and down the drain. After I make sure she’s clear of any blood I wrap her up in my arms. As soon as she’s pulled tight against me the floodgates open. What can only be described as an Earth shattering, pain filled scream leaves her body and her knees give out. I drop us to the floor of the shower and hold her until her sobs subside and her breathing begins to even out.

“I’m just so thankful for you guys. I’ve never had men on my side before, especially not ones like you and your brothers. I don’t feel bad for what I did, I feel no remorse, I saved countless little kids from enduring what I had to do today.”

“Why are you crying then, Mo Stóirín?” I thought the shock of what she had done had started to wear off but it seems like this is something else.

“Little me deserved so much better. I needed someone to rescue me, to tell me none of this was my fault and that it’ll all be okay. No one ever saved me. I had to save myself. I just slayed my own dragon and conquered part of my real life nightmare. I couldn’t have done that without you and your brothers encouraging me to take back my power, reminding me it was okay, and that I’m supported. All that pain, all the torture and abuse I lived through, that little girl finally got her revenge today. A part of me healed a little bit as I sliced his neck. I know that sounds fucked but it’s true. You and your brothers helped me get that. Thank you, Kie.”

I gather her in my arms again and kiss the top of her head, “You don’t need to thank any of us.”

After giving her a few more minutes to work through her feelings she stands and guides me up too. She’s not standing for more than a handful of seconds before she kneels in front of me again. This is really shitty timing, I know that, she knows that, but my cock hasn’t gotten the memo. It springs to life with a mind of its own as soon as she looks up at me through her dark lashes, steel gray clashes with my pale green eyes. Taking her hair in my hand I hold her back about six inches from my tip.

“We don’t need to do this, Nix. I don’t want you to think this is something I expect from you. You’ve been through a lot today already, we can go home and have a movie day if you want.”

“Kieran, I love you. Shut up and let me suck your dick.”

Before the last word has completely left her lips, her tongue dashes out and licks my tip before sealing her mouth around the head and sucking. She slowly works more of me in her mouth until I’m at the back of her throat and shes swallowing me down. It’s not slow, elegant, or pretty; it’s quick, intense, and rough. It doesn’t take long before my head falls back to the tiled wall and I come with her name on my lips and a guttural moan ripped from deep in my chest. Fuck, I’m going to marry this goddess one day.

* * *

It’s been a few days since our morning at the warehouse. We were supposed to have a meeting with her tech girl that evening but Nix rescheduled it. We’ve spent the past two days lounging around the house, countless movies watched, and orgasms had. That was until now. I woke up about an hour ago and came down stairs in search of food and my nephew. I found both, but my girl still hasn’t made it down here. It’s Sunday, and she has a meeting with James/Jax first thing in the morning, so maybe she’s soaking up sleep this morning, but something tells me that’s not it. I’m so lost in thought that I don’t even notice Clara has sat beside me on the patio couch, just a few feet separating us. She’s settled in here well, but some things take more than almost a year to get past, sitting too close to any man that isn’t Rowan is one of those things.

“Hey, Mama Bear.” I make sure my tone is light and I use the nickname we all call her to keep her at ease.

“Hey, Kie. Where’s Britt?” She still hasn’t told Clara the full story or her real name. I don’t know if she ever will. That’s up to her and I’m not going to push her one way or another.

“I think she’s in bed, I haven’t seen her this morning.”

“What’s today’s date?”

I swear I almost get whiplash at the abrupt change in conversation but I still answer her, “It’s the ninth, why?”

She nods like she just solved some equation in her head, “She’ll probably be in that bed all day.”

Panic turns my blood to ice, “Why? Is she sick? Shit, I’ve got to go check on her. Where’s that thermometer glock thing you guys use on Bear?”

“Kieran, breathe. She’s on her period. She starts either the eighth or ninth every month like clockwork. She has them really bad, so don’t freak out if she stays in bed with a heating pad all day. Just make sure she’s taking Motrin and drinking water.”

The panic doesn’t ease from the grip it has on me, “She needs medicine? She’s in pain?”

Clara takes her hand and slowly puts it on my forearm, “Hey, calm down. She gets them just like this every month so you’re going to have to get used to this. Heating pad, Motrin, water, and whatever she wants to watch on TV. Maybe a hot bath or shower later in the day if she’s up to it. If she gets too pale, come get me.”

“Pale? Why? What does that mean?”

“It means you come get me. Now go take care of our girl or I’ll take over and do it for you.”

“No, I’ve got it.” Getting up I lean down and kiss the top of her head.

After stopping by the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a bottle of Motrin, I make my way to our room. Our room, that sounds good. Pushing open the door quietly I find her wrapped in about five blankets, laying curled up on her side. She has one of my hoodies on, and I only know that because I can see the hood popping out of the covers. “Oh, Mo Stóirín.” I say softly as I take off my shirt and climb into bed behind her. She groans in what I’m assuming is a mixture of pain and me disturbing her peace.

“Kie? I don’t feel so good.”

“I know, Brave Girl. Clara told me. I brought some medicine and a water for you. Can you take them for me?”

She tucks herself deeper into the bed, if that’s even possible, “No, it’s fine, it’ll go away soon. I just need to lay here a little longer.”

“Babe, we can lay here all day for all I care but you really need to take these.”

She peeks one eye open at me and eyes the bottle, “Is that a brand new bottle?” I check it and make sure before giving her a single nod.

“Fine, but it has to stay in here with us after it’s opened. You never know if someone will swap the pills.” I don’t take offense to her comment. She’s got trust issues outside of us, and I get that.

“Okay, deal. Here.” I hand her four pills and watch her take them. Then I kiss her forehead and go in search of my heating pad. It doesn’t take long to find, it’s always under the sink in my bathroom if I’m not using it. After getting her settled with it, I climb in bed with her one more time and let her settle into the crook of my arm. She falls back to sleep pretty quickly but it isn’t a restful sleep, she’s wincing in pain and moving around the whole time.

A couple of hours later, Phoenix shoots up seemingly out of nowhere and runs to the bathroom. I hear her before I’m even able to get up and get to her. I rush to her side just in time to see her skin turn as white as the walls and her body completely give out. My arms catch her right before her head bounces off the toilet seat. My heart snaps in two as I hold the love of my life’s completely limp body in my arms. Pulling out my phone with shaky hands, I call Roe and as soon as he answers yell for him and Clara to get up here. Clara busts through the bathroom door with Rowan hot on her heels at the same time Nix’s eyes flutter open.

“Kie, what’s wrong?” She reaches up and traces under my eyes, where I’m sure all the pain, panic, and agony is shining. I don’t answer her, I can’t. Turning my attention to Clara and Roe instead.

“What’s wrong with her?”

Clara leans over me so her face is right above Nix’s, “Hello, Darling. You did the thing.”

Nix’s eyes shoot wide, “Shut up.”

“No really. You probably should have warned him passing out on your first day is normal for you.”

“Normal??” I half shout.

That shit’s normal?

“Calm down, Mystery Man. It’s fine. I’ll stay in bed and it shouldn’t happen again.”

“Shouldn’t? So it could happen again?” I can feel my hands starting to get clammy, I don’t like this at all.

Nix’s hand comes up and gently strokes down the side of my face, “Hey, I’m okay. I’m going to get up and go back to bed now, okay?”

Before she can make a move, I stand with her cradled in my arms. I move her back to the bed and get her comfortable. Rowan’s hand grips my shoulder at the same time Clara slides into my bed and cuddles up to her best friend. They look like they do this all the time, which I guess they do. They’re friendship is so pure, not thriving on arguments, talking bad about other people, or drama. They’re just two girls who thrive on spending time together, watching their shows, and being in each other’s orbit. It’s truly beautiful to watch.

Rowan nods to the door and we make our way out the room, giving the girls their time for a minute. Leaning back against the wall adjacent to my door my head falls back to the wall and my eyes close willing my heart rate to slow. After a few minutes I open them again and look into the deep green of my big brother’s eyes.

“You okay, Kie?”

“That was terrifying. I thought— it was just scary. Like when you got shot but a thousand times worse.”

He nods in understanding, “Yeah, I get that. That’s how I feel every time she gets a migraine. It’s hard, they need us to be strong, but we just want to crack under the weight of it.”

“Exactly. I thought love was supposed to be all fun and roses. That’s how Da made it look.”

Rowan lets out a loud laugh, “Yeah, he made fatherhood look easy too, but the other day Rhett got mad at me and told me I wasn’t his best friend anymore. I almost broke standing in the middle of the living room.”

I sigh and run my hands through my hair, “He never got the chance to give us all the secrets.”

“Honestly, I don’t think he had any. I think he led with love and let everything else fall into place. That’s the legacy he left behind. That’s the shoes we have to fill. We just have to love, little brother. Come on, let’s give the girls their time, I need a sparring partner anyways.”

A real smile pulls at my lips as I agree with my brother and follow him down to the gym. He’s right, there’s no handbook for this shit. Protect Nix without smothering her, because she needs a partner, not a dictator. Make sure she gets her power back, because she’s strong enough to do it on her own, but I love her enough to want a front row seat. Swear to stay, and see to it that I do, because I want to, and because she deserves someone to weather all the storms with. Lead with love, and the rest will follow.