Chapter 7

LIZZY

My phone vibrates across the bedside table, waking me from my slumber, and I stretch out to release my muscles after last night's workout. Rock really can't get enough, and I've never known a man to have so much stamina. I reach over, picking up my phone, and as I slide it unlocked and open the text, I feel the colour drain from my face. A video automatically plays and my stomach twists in knots. On the screen is me having sex with Darius. He's got me bent over his work desk as he pounds into me, tears streaming down my face as he grabs my hair roughly, grunting out his release. The video has a message attached.

Darius: My dirty little bitch, if you don't want the world to see this, I suggest you get your skanky fucking arse home.

I hold the phone shakily in my hands as Rock stirs beside me and sits up. He snatches the phone out of my hand as I stare into the distance in complete shock that Darius would stoop so low.

"What the fuck is this?" he growls, standing from the bed, watching it all unfold in front of him. I rub my hands over my face before running to the bathroom and emptying the contents of my stomach. Rock stands in the doorway, and I can feel the anger radiating from him as his muscles tense. The phone still firmly gripped in his hand, his jaw ticks as I look up at him, completely ashamed.

"Red, I asked you a fucking question." He throws the phone on the floor beside me. "What the fuck is that?" he shouts as he points at the offending message that's now replaying, the sounds echoing around the tiled bathroom. I angrily swipe at my tears as I try to compose myself. Rock towers over me, making me feel as if I've done something wrong, but I will not be made to feel like this is my fucking fault. I straighten my shoulders as I stand, ready to take on this hunk of a fucking bloke.

"That," I say angrily, "is my fucking narcissistic ex trying to get me to go home." I barge past him, and he grabs my arm. I look at his hand and then up at his face. "Take your fucking hands off me," I spit, and he drops his hand instantly, a look of regret filling his face.

I storm over to the bed, not sure what my next move should be.

"Red," he whispers. I don't want to turn and look at him because I'll break into a hundred pieces right here. "Red, look at me." He gently places his hands on my arms, and my body sags into his touch and I sigh.

"I can't." My eyes fill with tears. He gently turns me round, and I close my eyes, a lone tear sliding along my cheek.

"Open your eyes."

I shake my head and let out a little whimper as emotions wrack my body. He wipes at the tears that now cascade down my face and kisses my head tenderly.

"I'm sorry. It's just seeing you like that when you're mine got me all kinds of crazy."

I open my eyes and look at him, and I see the remorse in his gaze. He places a stray hair behind my ear before continuing. He sighs heavily and looks down to the floor.

"I need to know when this was, Red."

"It was ages ago. I didn't even realise he was recording me."

He exhales loudly as if he had been holding his breath for an eternity.

"Thank fuck for that." I frown at him, wondering why Darius recording me was a relief to him. He laughs at my lost expression.

"I thought you'd been fucking him behind my back." Realisation hits me, and I lean up and kiss him affectionately. Who knew this big bad biker would have insecurities over me?

"Never. I'm yours, Rock. Remember, you said there was no going back."

He smiles. "You're certainly right there, Red. But this bastard can't get away with this. No fucker messes with you and walks away," he spits.

I place my hands on his chest, trying to calm him. "You can't, Rock. I can't lose you to him. He can't get his own way anymore. We have to do this properly. Let's take it to the Pres," I rationalise. I can't have this fucker going all Rambo and lose him forever. It's the first time in my life I've been happy, that I've felt secure.

His jaw twitches as he contemplates my suggestion. "Nobody sees that video though. That body right there is for my eyes only. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear. It's not as if I want anyone else to see my tits bouncing around, is it?" I ask sarcastically.

He raises his brow at me and grabs my arse, pulling me closer. "You better fucking not," he whispers before devouring my mouth. He roughly pushes me up against the wall and his hand roams down my naked frame, causing my body to break out in goosebumps. He rests his forehead against my own, catching his breath, my lips bruised from our kiss. My tongue darts out, licking my lips in anticipation. I look down to his cock standing proudly, ready for another round, then I slide to my knees. I look up at him before grabbing the base of his shaft. He hisses at my touch, resting one hand against the door frame as his other grabs the back of my head roughly. I lick my lips suggestively, my own wetness seeping between my legs.

I run my tongue over the head of his cock, teasing him before taking him into my mouth. He tugs on my hair and a shiver runs down my spine. I hollow my cheeks eagerly, taking him right to the back of my throat. Knowing I'm bringing him to the edge has me turned-on even more. He looks down at me through hooded eyes as I take him as deep as I can, then he pulls at the roots of my hair. I groan against his cock, and the vibration must add to his ecstasy because I feel him swell before he releases his seed into the back of my throat. I swallow hungrily as I suck him dry. His chest heaves as he pulls me to my feet.

"That was fucking incredible, Red," he pants before pulling me in and kissing me as if I'm his last meal. The moisture pools between my legs as he reaches down and rubs it into my thighs. Grabbing me by the backside, he lifts me off the ground. I wrap my legs around him as his cock slips between my folds, the friction causing me to throw my head back against the door. His cock glides effortlessly into my hungry pussy, and he pushes me against the door with such velocity, I know there will be a bruise come morning, but right now, I don't care. I need everything he's going to give me and more.

He holds me with one arm and reaches the other between us, applying slight pressure to my clit as he rubs circles against it, building that familiar feeling in the pit of my stomach. My legs begin to shake around him as I chase my release.

"That's it, my queen, let it all go," he praises as I come apart around his cock.

ROCK

Watching that video on her phone made me a different level of crazy. The thought of her with any other man makes my blood boil. Then discovering that filthy bastard had this recording of her and was using it to get her to come back to him makes me want to kneecap the fucking prick. I storm into Pres's office, though I would much rather have just jumped on my bike and made my way over to the courthouse where he works. But I made a promise to Red, and I won't break her trust—it's been broken enough over the years she spent with that arsehole.

"Don't fucking knock, will you," he grumbles from behind his desk as I throw myself on the sofa. "What the fuck's wrong with you?"

"Pres, I need your help," I mumble, running my hands over my worn face.

"Well, what do you need?"

I throw the phone onto his desk. "Press play."

His jaw ticks as he watches back what Darius sent her. "What the fuck is this?" he snaps, placing the phone back on the desk.

"He sent it this morning, told her if she doesn't go back, he'll be releasing it to the world." I ball my fists in my lap. "I want permission to fuck him over, Pres."

Drifter shakes his head at me. "Not a fucking chance."

"Pres, I'm fucking serious. She's my ol' lady. This wanker can't get away with this shit," I shout as I stand abruptly. "I was only asking outta respect, but if I have to do this shit on my own, I fucking will."

Drifter follows my movement, getting out of his own chair, and when I go to walk out the room, he grabs my arm. I look at it disdainfully. I don't want to fight my Pres, but I will if it means I get to keep Red and that little girl out of the claws of this monster. They're mine to protect now.

He puts his hands up in a placating manner and takes a step back. "Rock, listen to me," he offers before taking a seat back in his chair. "So, what happens? You bust in there, kick the shit outta the bloke, and feel better for it? But then you get arrested, and he claws his way back into her life and back into her bed. You're no fucking use to her locked up."

"That fucking suited-up prick is not getting back into her bed."

"Out of all that, you only took away him getting back into her bed?" Drifter laughs.

I run my hands through my dishevelled hair. Using my fists is all I'm used to—it's why Drifter took me on as his Enforcer in the first place. I pace back and forth in the small space.

"What do you fucking suggest?" I snap and automatically feel like a cunt. He's only trying to help me.

"First of all, sit the fuck down, you're making me dizzy," he orders, and I automatically follow his instructions. "We need to do this properly. We have the recording of him dragging Lizzy out by her hair while she's holding their daughter. We just need to use this as leverage. As much as you and her don't want that," he looks down at the phone in disgust before continuing, "getting out, he's got more to lose if the public sees him dragging his wife around by her hair. We bribe him, let him know if that video gets out or if he comes anywhere near her or Meli again, this will be released, not only to his superiors but all the local newspapers too. I'm sure it's in the public's interest that someone sending criminals to prison is also violent behind closed doors. We can also specify that he drops any charges against you too."

"And what if he doesn't?" I ask.

"Then we do what we said and his whole world will soon come crashing down around him. We just have to play our cards right. We aren't dealing with a rival club here, Rock. We're dealing with a high-profile judge. We can't just go in there and throw our weight around in the hope this prick gets the message. We have to be smart."

I nod, knowing he's right, but right now, the aggression I'm harbouring is festering away, and I want nothing more than to end the jackass.

"But Pres?" He looks up at me questioningly. "I'm coming. There is no way I'm sitting this shit out." I stand and make my way out the office, not giving him the chance to refuse me.

It's been a couple days since Red received the video and it's set her on edge. He continues to text her, demanding she go back, and he's given her until the end of the week before he will release the footage.

The whole situation looming over her has taken her back to the very first time I met her. She's gone into her shell, spending a lot of time in our room with Meli. I've tried to reassure her that I'll sort it, but she just smiles at me, although the smile never quite reaches her eyes. I've tried to get her out to spend time with Rochelle, but she doesn't want to leave the safety of the room. Rochelle has spent some time with her and given her breaks from looking after Meli by taking her out for a while.

"How's she doing?" Rochelle asks as I make my way over to her at the bar. She bounces Meli lovingly on her knee.

"I have no idea. I don't know what to do," I reply, giving Meli a gentle kiss on her head as she coos and taking a seat at the bar next to her.

"She will come round. She's just protecting herself from getting hurt again," she says, offering me a sympathetic smile. Drifter comes over, placing his hand on my shoulder to get my attention.

"It's time," he says before giving Rochelle a kiss on the forehead. Those are the two words I've been waiting to hear so we can get this shit over and done with for Red's peace of mind.

"About fucking time," I say bluntly. I take Meli from Rochelle and give her a hug.

"Time for Rock to go fix this mess your dad left, princess." I place a little peck on her nose, and she giggles as the bristles from my beard tickle her face. I hand her back to Rochelle before following Drifter out the bar with Slayer in tow.

We pull up outside the judge's home. It oozes arrogance, and you can tell he comes from money. The detached house sits in a large, well-maintained garden. The lawn has lines in it like a fucking football pitch, and there's a long driveway, and in it sits a Bugatti Chiron. It's like a scene from Keeping Up with the Joneses.

We make our way up the drive, giving a little wave to the camera as we pass to let him know we've arrived. We have nothing to hide, unlike this prick. He portrays to all his high-profile neighbours that he's the perfect doting husband, yet in reality, the man made Lizzy's life a living hell behind closed doors.

He stands in the doorway as we approach, leaning against the frame, evidently not intimidated by our presence. He grins at us, and I ball my fists at my side. His appearance alone makes me want to dive my fist into his slowly healing nose and watch it explode for the second time. I smirk at the thought.

"How can I help you?" he asks, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Wonderful to see you again, Judge Parker," Drifter replies, the three of us coming to a stop at the bottom of the steps leading up to the door. "We wondered if we could get a moment of your time to discuss something," he adds.

He looks up to the camera as a way of reminding us that we're being recorded, then he grins at us.

"Of course, how can I help?" he queries, straightening and taking a few steps out the doorway.

Drifter pulls out his mobile from his breast pocket and taps away at it, then Darius's phone pings from his pocket. "We have a video we'd like you to take a look at," Drifter announces, placing his phone back in his pocket. Darius smirks at us as he pulls out his phone from his back pocket. He watches the screen, and we can hear the commotion from the video playing out. His smirk fades and the colour drains from his face as realisation hits him. Now, it's my turn to smirk. This prick looks worried as he places the phone back in his pocket.

"What do you want? Charges dropped?" he questions, his voice wavering ever so slightly. "Done," he adds quickly.

"If only it was that easy, Judge Parker," I sneer, taking a step forward. Drifter eyes me suspiciously, placing his arm out to stop me. I look across at him and offer a weak smile. He sighs and moves his arm. "Your wife is no longer your wife. She belongs to me, and you will keep your hands off what's mine or your boss receiving that video won't be your only concern."

He laughs menacingly, which pisses me off even more. Fucking prick. "You're welcome to the dirty fucking skank," he sneers, taking a step towards me, his frame only towering over me because he's at the top of the steps. The man's undoubtedly got a death wish if he thinks he can take me on and come out on top. I take the steps two at a time until I'm toe-to-toe with him and I now tower over him.

"Rock," shouts Drifter. I look across at him and start laughing. They frown at me as if I've lost my mind, but I need to reassure Drifter that I'm not going to lose my shit. This scumbag in front of me isn't worth losing the one thing that makes my life complete.

"By the way, keep her name out your mouth, or next time, you won't be able to speak for a week," I whisper just loud enough for him to hear. He lets out a shaky breath, and I know I've got him. "Oh, and keep your fucking hands off my daughter too," I add. He pulls back his hand to hit me, but I grab it before it connects, shocking him.

"I'll let you have that one for free, but next time, Mr. Parker, I won't be so forgiving." I wink at him before dropping his arm and walking back towards Drifter and Slayer.

"She's my fucking daughter," he yells at me.

"Not if you know what's good for you, Mr. Parker," I throw over my shoulder as we make our way down the steps and back to our motorcycles.

Slayer laughs. "Fuck, man, I thought you were gonna rip him a new one."

Drifter pats me on the back. "Well done, brother." It's the only recognition I need from him.