Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Savage

ZOEY HASN’T GONE to school the two days I’ve been at her apartment with her. Every day she comes up with one reason or another about why she doesn’t go to campus. She still does her work from the table in the small dining room and spends hours reading, writing papers, and whatever else she has to do for each class before turning everything in online. I want to ask her why she doesn’t go to campus, but I know she’ll just shut me out and not answer the question. However, she has testing today so we’re heading to the school so she can take her tests since that’s not something she can do at home. Every day I spend with Zoey leads to more questions than answers if I’m being honest. I don’t think that Tank or anyone else knows she’s not actually going to class. I’m torn about asking her dad and leaving it alone because I don’t want to bring up shit Tank doesn’t know about and have Zoey get angry with me. Things are already so fucked up.

Every single morning, Zoey has gotten sick. She jumps out of bed and rushes to the bathroom, believing I don’t hear her getting sick through the door separating us. If we cook or she eats a certain food, she’s up rushing to the bathroom once again. I know I fucked up the night we were together. I didn’t use a condom and now I’m thinking that the night is leading to some very life changing consequences. I’m not going to bitch if Zoey’s pregnant at all. It’s too soon for us to be thinking about babies and all that when I have so much to make up for already. However, if she’s carrying my baby, then there’s no way she can get away from me. Zoey will be mine for the rest of our lives and our baby will know love and have everything we grew up with surrounded by the men and women of the Wild Kings and the Phantom Bastards.

“I’m done in the shower. Are you staying here while I’m at school?” Zoey asks, walking out of the bathroom fully dressed while brushing her hair.

“Nope. I’m goin’ with you to school. Until we know who’s followin’ you around, you won’t be alone. Others will be at school too. Slim doesn’t wanna take any chances so there’s gonna be a few Prospects on campus as well as Kingston and your brothers. They won’t let you see them so they can blend in with everyone else and try to find out who’s watchin’ you from the shadows,” I tell her, my voice almost a whisper as she stands in front of me.

Zoey is wearing a pair of jeans that look as if they’ve been painted on her body. A tight tank top covers her tits and shows the top of them to the world. My jaw hardens with the thought of anyone seeing that much skin. Today, the tank top shows off the tattoos I didn’t immediately notice the night we were together. I still haven’t been able to get a good look at them, but eventually I will explore them up close.

“Are you gonna shower and change?” she questions me, not even looking in my direction as she finishes brushing her hair and sets her brush down on top of her dresser.

Zoey bends over and my eyes immediately drop to her ass as she pulls her hair together so she can put it in that messy bun thing she usually wears when she’s not riding. I can’t even answer her question about a shower because her ass has my complete attention. Stepping up behind her, I place my hands on her hips and her ass brushes against my hardening cock. Zoey jumps slightly as she stands up and I truly see the difference in our height. She barely comes to my chest as she wraps her hair tie in her hair before letting her hands drop down to rest over mine on each of her hips. I wait for her to melt back against me and she doesn’t disappoint as she lets her body slump against mine. I move one hand so my arm is resting around her middle so I can keep her close to me. Leaning down, I press a kiss to the side of her neck where her shoulder and neck meet. She angles her head so I have easier access to her skin.

“I already showered, kitten. I’m ready to go whenever you are,” I tell her, not just talking about going to the college as I grind my pelvis into her ass.

Zoey moans in response as she presses back against me harder before stepping away. I let her go as she moves into her closet and returns wearing a light hoodie. Her face is flushed and her pupils are dilated as she looks at me. Zoey wants me just as much as I want her. I can make out her hard nipples through her thin hoodie and tank top, her lips are parted slightly, and I want nothing more than to take her up against the nearest fucking surface to show her that she’s mine.

“I’m ready when you are,” she says, her voice husky as she lowers her eyes to the floor at her feet.

“Are we walkin’ or ridin’?” I ask her as I place my hand on the small of her back as I step up to her side and lead her from her bedroom.

“We’re walking. I don’t ride my bike to school. It’s too close and I’m not gonna risk some punk ass bitch fucking it up because they don’t know how to pay attention or park,” she tells me as she walks to the refrigerator to grab two bottles of water and a bottle of apple juice.

After handing me a bottle of water, we leave her apartment and I make sure her door is locked tight before taking her hand and twining our fingers together. Zoey doesn’t say a word as we make our way to the locked front door and I push it open for her to step through. A wave of heat blasts us and I know it’s only going to get hotter as the day goes on. Seeing Zoey in a hoodie right now makes me sweat because it’s that hot out.

“Are you sure you wanna wear that hoodie? It’s fuckin’ hot as balls out here,” I ask her, not letting go of her hand as we make our way toward campus with a ton of other people.

“Yeah. It’s cold in the lecture halls with the air conditioning running on high. It didn’t take me long to learn how to wear layers because I can always take clothes off if I get too hot but I can’t put clothes on if I don’t have any extras with me. I’ll be okay in this while I’m taking my tests. What are you gonna do while I’m taking each test?” she asks me, turning to look at me as we continue walking. Zoey’s putting her trust in me not to let her get hurt or run into anyone else right now and it’s a feeling I can’t describe.

“I’m gonna sit outside and wait for you. Grab some breakfast maybe since I didn’t eat before we left. I’m a growin’ boy and all that shit. Any decent place to eat on campus?” I return, a smile on my face as I look down at her.

Zoey is trying so hard not to smile and laugh at my words. She quickly loses the battle and a giggle escapes her as a few students in front of us turn to glare in her direction. Zoey’s giggles quickly die out and she drops her eyes to the sidewalk in front of us. Her shoulders slump in defeat and I want to beat the fuck outta these stupid fucks for making her feel less than she is or some type of way because she’s living her life. Glaring at the assholes, they quickly turn away from Zoey and their steps quicken to get the fuck away from me. I pay closer attention to everyone around us as they leer at my girl. For the rest of our walk to campus, Zoey doesn’t lift her head or make eye contact with anyone. There’s no friends waiting for her on campus with a coffee or anything else girls usually bring one another in the morning. In fact, everyone gives her a wide berth. I’m getting a picture of what her life is like here and it doesn’t fucking make me happy at all.

“Oh look, the little biker slut brought back-up today,” a girl says, stopping right in front of Zoey. “Can I give you a piece of advice, biker boy? This slut isn’t worth your time or effort. She spreads her legs for the world of bikers and you’ll only be another in a long line of men she’s fucked.”

I see fucking red. This skank’s words fill me with a rage I’ve never experienced before and I pull Zoey into my side as she buries her face in my cut. Wrapping her in my arms so I don’t grab this bitch and slam her into the ground, I glare at her as more assholes step up behind her.

“This woman is worth every fuckin’ second of my time. She’s the only one who’s ever truly deserved my time because she’s real, genuine, smart as fuck, sexy, and loves unconditionally until you break her trust. She’s not out fuckin’ every biker or man she sees because she’s too busy studyin’ and workin’. Shit you know nothin’ about. If anyone right here is the one spreadin’ her legs for the world, then it’s you. Whereas my girl isn’t showin’ her body off for the masses to see, I can’t say the same about you. The club whores back home show less skin than you do and they do spend their days fuckin’ and suckin’ cock. I guess the only slut I see in the general vicinity is you. Especially with the make-up caked on your face so no one can see how truly hideous you look. Zoey is worth a million of you and she doesn’t have to flaunt her body to get any man she fuckin’ wants. But, you do you because that just tells me how fuckin’ insecure you are when it comes to guys. Zoey, let’s get the fuck away from toxic pieces of shit like this skank. None of these fuckers are worth your time or energy. I’m sure I can think of a few people who wouldn’t have a problem comin’ to help rearrange her fuckin’ face,” I retort, walking Zoey around the group of people and letting her lead me toward the building she needs.

I can hear the skank yelling and screaming in the background as we both ignore her. My girl won’t ever have to face her again if I have my way. The second we’re back at her apartment, I’m gonna talk to her about going to Clinton City with me. She doesn’t need to be here around these vile asshats to get an education. We have schools close to me too. When we get outside the building Zoey needs to go in, I gently tilt her head back to see silent tears sliding down her face. My heart breaks to see her so completely upset and demolished the way she is right now. She’s getting fucking bullied at college and hasn’t said a word to anyone about it. Keeping my finger under her chin, I lean down and kiss Zoey. Her lips open for me when I slide my tongue along the seam. I deepen the kiss and don’t give a fuck who sees me love on my woman. Fuck everyone here!

Zoey got through all of her tests for the day. She’s exhausted and I haven’t seen her smile since that vapid bitch talked shit in front of me about her. If I were a different kind of man, I’d beat the fuck outta her and not think twice about doing it. However, that’s not who I am and I’ll find a different way to ensure she pays for hurting my kitten. For the first time in my life, I saw Zoey completely defeated and not able to pull out everything her dad, uncles, and cousins taught her as she grew up. It’s like she reverts into a shell of herself and doesn’t know what to do when faced with a bully. That’s not Zoey at all. She’s the strongest woman I know and to see her hunch in on herself is a sight I never want to see again.

The other thing I’ve noticed is that she’s rushed to the bathroom multiple times today. I didn’t go in the bathroom with her, but I could hear her getting sick. She hasn’t even eaten anything. I got her soup and she just stirred it around between two of her tests. My girl needs to take a pregnancy test as soon as we get back to her apartment. This can’t be just a flu or something like that because she doesn’t have a fever and other than being pale, she has no signs of being sick. If I had to guess, I’d say she’s pregnant and a test will tell us for sure if she carries my baby.

“Ready to go home, kitten?” I ask her as she leaves the building where her last test of the day was held.

“More than ready,” she answers, her voice weak and barely above a whisper as she lets me put my arm around her shoulders and pull her into my side.

“You know, I think you should take a pregnancy test, kitten. You’ve been gettin’ sick every day I’ve been with you. You don’t show any signs of havin’ the flu or anythin’ else. I wasn’t even thinkin’ about usin’ a condom the night we were together. And that’s never happened before. I always use a condom. Even for a blowjob. Is there a pharmacy we can stop at on the way home?” I ask her, needing to get this out there so she doesn’t make excuses about not taking one when we’re back at the apartment.

“Um, well, I’ve already got a few at the apartment. I got them the day you showed up and haven’t taken them yet. I know I should, but a part of me just wants to remain ignorant to the possibility that I’m pregnant,” she says as we pass a group of students who once again leer at my girl. I glare at them in return as they quickly look away.

“Then you’ll take one when we get back. You’re not in this shit alone, kitten. I’m here and I’m not goin’ anywhere. I’m yours and only yours. So, that’s the first thing we’ll do when we get back. Then we need to talk about somethin’ that won’t change regardless of the results of the test,” I tell her as I see the triplets making their way over to us from the corner of my eye.

“Sis,” Kevlar calls out as Zoey whips her head up to look across the campus where they’re walking.

All the girls are stopping in their path to stare at the triplets. They’re ignoring every single one of them as they make their way quickly to our side. The triplets surround us as we continue walking toward the gates of campus so we can get the fuck outta here.

“How were your tests?” Hawkeye questions his sister as everyone stops to stare at our small group.

All four of us are wearing our cuts and I’m holding Zoey close to me. The guys stopped are staring at us and wondering what they have to do to join our clubs. When it comes to the girls, they all fucking want us for a night at least because of the cut we wear and the fact that we ride a bike. None of them give a fuck about us as a man. It’s all about what we can do for them. Standing in front of the girls, staring the hardest at the triplets as we make our way past her group is the one who was talking shit to Zoey earlier. She doesn’t come up to us this time which proves she does in fact have a brain even if she chooses not to use it. The triplets would eviscerate her if they knew what she said about their sister. Especially Kevlar.

“My tests were okay. I’m sure I passed them all. I know the material and have been studying more than anything else. What are you three doing here?” she asks, never moving out from under my arm as she wraps her arm around my waist.

“We were in the neighborhood and thought we’d stop in to see our older sister,” Ricochet says as he looks her over from head to toe. “Where are you guys going now?”

“We’re headin’ back to the apartment. Zoey’s exhausted and wants to take a nap,” I answer him, not caring that I’m telling a little white lie to him right now.

“Wanna get an early dinner before you head to the apartment?” Hawkeye questions, keeping his eyes on his sister as if he knows something is going on with her.

“Um, I guess we can. I haven’t eaten today,” Zoey says, a small smile on her face as she looks at the younger brothers. “There’s a diner just around the corner we can go to. They have really good food.”

“Lead the way, kitten,” I tell her, kissing the top of her head.

Zoey takes us to the diner and we take the booth at the back of the place so we can see everyone coming in while no one can get behind us. The second we sit down, Zoey looks around and her entire body stiffens as she looks at the counter. Moving my eyes there as I lean down close to her ear, I see a man dressed in a cop uniform. I have a feeling this is the fucker who’s been harassing my girl.

“Is that the one who keeps pullin’ you over for no reason?” I question her, my voice a murmur only she can hear.

“Yeah. He hasn’t seen me yet,” she answers, pulling her hood over her head while looking down at the table in front of her.

“We’ll make sure he doesn’t see you,” I state, leaning forward to block her out more as the triplets catch on to what’s happening right now.

Hawkeye gets up and grabs a chair to sit at the end of the table so he can further block his sister from anyone seeing her. We all talk softly and I keep my eyes on the cop as he pays for the food he takes with him and leaves the diner. In seconds, Zoey’s entire body sags in relief. Again, I’m pissed as fuck that people can make her feel so fucking small and if she’s not worthy of breathing the same air as they do. These fuckers need to be taught a damn lesson and when it comes to the cop, I have no problem being the one to put his ass down. Fuck him and everyone else here. With the exception of the Phantom Bastards that is.