Page 35 of Rough Road

He drove into her over and over, and her hips rose to meet him, her legs wrapped around him, and her hands urged him deeper, harder, faster. Need powered through her.

Every thrust brought her closer until finally, the waves of her passion crested, and her body blew apart. Grier tensed and shuddered then collapsed onto his elbows.

“Let’s go home.”

* * *

Grier held Fiona’s hand as they walked from his bike up to the porch. She stopped on the second step and pulled him back when he continued. “Grier.”

The front door stood open, not far but enough, and the wood at the latch plate was splintered. Shit. Again.

He reached for the gun he’d taken to carrying at his back, checked the clip, then slid the bolt. Sedotal or not, someone wasn’t walking out of their house.

He shielded Fiona and walked ahead, gun against his thigh out of sight of whatever lurked inside the broken door. He pushed it open and peeked inside.

“Don’t be shy, big brother. Come in.” He motioned with his gun to Grier, who slipped his own pistol to Fiona then shoved her back. Sedotal waved him in again.

“How dare you come into my home!” Grier shouted at Tyler.

Grier held up his hands and walked in, Fiona behind him. This woman had no sense of danger. She busted in, gun hand extended and started firing at Tyler’s men. The Omens weren’t prepared for this kind of an attack coming from Fiona and it wasn’t long before Fiona had taken all the men out and it was just Tyler left standing.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Fiona smirked.

“Let me!” Grier said as Fiona pointed her weapon in Tyler’s direction.

“It’s time for us to fight like real brothers.” Grier lowered his weapon as Tyler laughed and followed suit. They started circling each other, neither of them going for the first hit. Grier smiled back at Tyler as Fiona watched on, witnessing something she never thought she’d have to.

“You don’t understand who I am...” Grier began just as Tyler swung his arm and hit Grier on the chin. Fiona gasped but didn’t do anything; she stood still, a mere observer. She knew Grier could handle it and just like that Grier was on top of Tyler, his hands around his neck while he pressed his legs to Tyler’s arms, giving him no chance of fighting back. Grier was strong, Fiona knew that and she could only imagine the power of his body weight pressing down on Tyler’s lungs, making it harder for him to breathe. Tyler was completely and utterly helpless beneath Grier. Fiona could sense the fear radiating off him as he realized he was no match.

Fiona watched as Tyler began to lose any real fight left in him, he slowly stopped struggling and started clawing at Grier’s hands around his neck, clearly trying to beg for air. But Grier didn’t care. He looked Tyler dead in the eyes and said, “You should’ve never laid your dirty hands on my wife! Ever!”

Then using all of his strength Grier tightened his hands even more around Tyler’s neck and finally, he was almost out. Fiona had seen a lot of fights over the last two years, but she had never witnessed someone killing with their bare hands.

“Now let me finish him”, Fiona reached forward and pointed her gun at Tyler.

“Fucking… bitch,” Tyler said weakly and breathlessly.

Fiona smiled, enjoying his fear and fired right into his skull.

Grier looked around and saw all the men laying in bloody heaps on the floor. It looked like a war zone. There were bullet holes all over the living room where it had all gone down, most of the furniture had been destroyed.

“I’ll call our guys to come clear this up,” he told Fiona who hadn’t moved much since she had shot Tyler.

“Okay, good. We’ll need some cash to pay off the cops, we can’t have this getting out,” she said as she came back from deep, contemplative thoughts. “We’ll need to get the news out that Tyler and his men are dead. They need to know they should not cross us again, especially now that Tyler has been taken out once and for all.”

“Get some rest Fi, I’m on it,” Grier said softly as he kissed Fiona on the forehead.

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It was after three in the morning before the police let her go with strict instructions that she shouldn’t leave town. Which was fine because Kye was already on his way to bring London home. And Fiona couldn’t wait.

“Are you okay?” Grier held her hand as the cab brought them back to the clubhouse.

Okay? She’d shot a man. But he was the kind of man the world was better off without, so there was that. And she was… okay enough.

“Yeah.” She nodded and stared out of the window. She would be much better when she had her baby back. Hopefully, soon.

Things had been so unsettled since… she couldn’t remember a time they had ever been settled, at least not since she married Grier. And now that she didn’t have Sedotal and the Omens to worry about, she felt lighter, more in control of her emotions.