Page 31 of Storm's Deliverance

CHAPTER ELEVEN

STORM

“You need to eat.”

“I’m not hungry. When she wakes, then I will eat.”

“Woman, take the damn plate of food and eat.”

“You really are a bossy son of a bitch.”

“And you’re a pain in my ass.”

I groan. “God, will you guys shut up? My head is pounding,” I moan, stretching out my body and instantly regretting it as pain shoots through me. “Fuck!” I hiss. Blinking my eyes open, my lids feel like they’re weighted down. My mom is sitting beside me, her hands covering her mouth, as if she’s holding something back, and my dad is standing behind her, his cold gaze sad, but relieved.

I look down, my mind still waking up. It takes me a moment; my thoughts are slow and heavy as memories of what happened flood back to me. I swallow and look back up at my parents as tears fill my eyes.

“Mom, Dad,” I choke out. They both move, coming either side of me, careful not to hurt me as they hold me while I sob. My dad shifts me so I’m cradled in his arm, and he lifts his other arm; he pulls Mom to him, both of us resting our heads on his broad chest. My mom’s blue eyes are red with tears as shegently and soothingly strokes my hair. We stay like this for I’m not sure how long. The door creaks, and I look up, seeing Enzo standing in the doorway, his eyes—Dad’s eyes—scorched into me. Uncontained rage is pouring from him.

I lift out my hand to him. His jaw ticks as he slowly walks towards us. I push myself up as Enzo crouches before me, his eyes taking in every mark, every bruise. He holds out his arms, and I lean into him, embracing his hold.

“I swear, Storm, I will make him suffer. He will pay for this, in this life and his next,” he seethes.

I don’t protest, and I don’t tell him not to. There would be no point. Between him and my dad, they won’t rest until they have Zeke’s blood. I want them to. I want them to make him suffer. I want them to have him crying and begging for his life.

We staylike this for a long time. Just us. Much to my mom’s protest, I force myself to go downstairs. I know the rest of the club will be here, waiting, ready to support, to protect. However, before I can take one step, Dad is picking me up and cradling me like a child as he carries me downstairs.

“Dad.” I smirk in protest.

He gives me a side glance, his lips twitching with a smile. As he rounds the corner and steps into the huge open plan living/kitchen area of our house, the loud chatter ceases when all eyes land on me. Dad slowly lowers me to my feet. I wobble slightly from weakness and pain. I place my hand on the kitchen island and offer everyone a soft, but anxious smile, feeling the split in my lip cracking from the movement. I had caught a glimpse of myself when Mom took me to the bathroom. I had to stop her from pulling down my shorts; she was willing to do everythingfor me. Even wiping my ass. I drew the line, and though it put a strain on my ribs, I wanted my dignity in being able to do it myself. She just watched on like a bouncer, ready to jump in if I needed her assistance.

“Looking good, Storm,” Hawk jokes with a wink.

I grin back at him. “Thanks, it’s something new I’m trying. Not sure I would do it again,” I counter.

A dark shadow is cast over me, and I look up to see Rage stood there. His amber eyes ablaze with the threat of murder. “Hey, Uncle Rage,” I greet.

He bends down and places a soft kiss on the top of my head. “I will wear his fucking skull as a helmet when I ride. Everyone will know what happens if you cross one of ours,” he growls.

“He won’t do that. Well...” Dixie pauses, looking at him. “I will try and conceive him not to.” She smiles tightly while guiding Rage away.

My grin deepens, causing blood to pour from my lip.

“Here,” a deep voice says, catching my attention. I turn and look up to see Drix stood there, holding out a napkin, his rich blue eyes drinking me in. I swallow, feeling my thoughts moving like a whirlwind in my mind. He leans forward, lifting his hand with the napkin towards my face. Panic seizes in my chest and I flinch away. He immediately stills. Shame creeps up my neck, and I look away, feeling the assessing eyes of everyone here. I keep my eyes cast down, and after hearing a slight commotion, the door slams shut, making me jump.

“I think I need to lie back down,” I murmur quietly to my mom.

“I got you,”she whispers in my ear. Helping me up, she supports me as I walk back towards the stairs.

“I will help you,” I hear Maisy call out as she comes up beside me.

“I will bring up some food,” Maggie calls,

“We will help,” the rest of the ol’ ladies call out.

“We have this lotion to put in your bath. We will run it for you,” Ripley states.

“Don’t forget the salts,” Raine adds.