I spend the night attached to Filip's side unless he is at ringside. He keeps a protective hand on my ass all night. Several times when he's sure no one is looking, he slides his hand down between my legs and slips a finger inside me. The naughty game is taking a toll on both of us. I'm practically panting each time I feel his fingers.
When Kip wins his last fight to everyone's irritation, Filip slips his hand in mine and leads me out a side exit. Making sure no one is around, he quickly pushes his pants down and lifts me up to wrap my legs around him. His movements are rough and hungry as he pushes my skirt up around my waist and thrusts himself into me, pushing me against a wall. He drives himself into me hard and fast, I sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep myself from the loud orgasm building inside me. I feel him push against me again before emptying himself inside me.
I'm out of breath and sore when he finally sets me back down. He reaches into his pants pocket and hands me my white cotton panties from earlier. I slide them back on under my skirt.
"I don't think I can make it through the rest of the night, knowin you ain't wearin em love." He whispers in my ear. I push his dark hair away from his eye and give him a sweet but passionate kiss. He returns it just as lovingly. I wrap my arms around him and pull him close to me. When I don't think I can go another moment without a breath, I break the kiss. He leans his forehead against mine and I look up into his eyes.
"I don't know what you're doin to me Filip, but if we keep this up I'm gonna fall for you, then you'll be stuck with me." I tell him with another sweet kiss, keeping this one short.
"I'm already stuck with you. Yer mine." He puts his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers and pulls me back inside. I can't stop beaming the entire time.
2 Weeks Later
The club is tense, Filip is tense. We've barely had a moment alone outside of late nights. The day that Jax finally gets to hold Abel is a blessing. I hope it will help to ease the stress but it doesn't seem to. Gemma spends all day at the hospital, waiting for the word. I stay at TM and help run the garage, keep things up to date so we don't fall behind. It's a busy day and the added traffic from the club makes it difficult.
Around Mid-Day, we're asked to close up for club business. I spend the rest of the afternoon holed up in the office, trying to catch up on some paperwork. Most of the club is gathered in the garage. I don't notice when it's suddenly dark outside. Filip knocks on the door and comes in.
"What are ya still doin here?" He asks.
"Trying to make sure Gemma doesn't come back to a mess. I want her to stay at the hospital as much as she can." I explain.
"Yer sweet. How ya holdin up?" His face is concerned. I give him a tired smile.
"Tired baby. That's all. I need a night where we can just be together, no club drama. When you have a night off, you're in trouble." I stand up and cross over to him, wrapping my arms around him and sinking into his chest comfortably.
"Aye, I know the feeling Bree. I miss ya baby." He sighs, smoothing my hair down my back.
I lean up on my toes to give him a smooth kiss. He tightens his grip around me. A knock on the door pulls us out of it. Tig opens the door and looks down, realizing he interrupted something.
"Clay's ready. Sorry Bree." He ducks back out the door. I look out the window and notice Gemma pulling in.
"I'm gonna go with them to the hospital. Be safe baby." I whisper, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
I jump in the car with Gemma as we follow Jaxson to the hospital. He's excited by the time we get to Abel's room. His wide smile is a sight I haven't seen in years. Gemma, Tara and I watch as he talks gently to the tiny boy. A familiar smile plays over Tara's lips. The same loving smile I'd given Filip a million times. The kind that clearly said she felt something more for my brother.
Gemma nods her head and we step outta the room, giving the two some space. I watch through the window as the two women stand a short distance away from me, awkwardly.
"He looks so much like Jaxson." Tara says to no one in particular. A dark look crosses Gemma's face.
"He's beautiful." I say, staring at my aunt. The hatred is pouring out of her. She turns to look at me, catching the expression on my face. She turns away quickly, looking in on Jax and Abel. Tara notices the change in my expression too. She heads away from us, mumbling about rounds.
"What's up mama?" I ask her, not as kind as I normally am.
"She's bad news." Gemma says, crossing her arms over her chest and rubbing her arms.
"She saved Abel." I tell her. "I know what he was like when she left Gem. I know it was hard but they're different people now." I wasn't sure where this was coming from. I'd seen a change in Jaxson over the last few weeks. And after knowing more about what Tara dealt with in Chicago, how alone she was, I started to soften up. My feelings for Filip had given me a different perspective.
"We can't trust her. She's gonna break his heart again." She watches her son through the window.
"If he thinks she's worth the risk, nothing you can do is gonna stop him." I tell her.
"Is Filip worth the risk? Have you talked to your daddy at all since that night?" She turns to look at me, putting her classic defenses up. I watched her tear down the girls in the club with that expression. For some reason, I wasn't afraid of her.
"I made my choices and dealt with any consequences that have come up. I have no regrets." I reassure her before leaving her alone. I text Filip quickly, asking him for a ride back to my car. He picks me up at the front entrance, no questions asked.
When we pull up in the parking lot; his phone rings. He steps away from me, taking the call. He runs his hand through his hair and looks back at me.
"Stay here. Gemma's on her way. I want you to stay in the apartment please. I'll take you home when I get back." He puts his hand to my cheek.
"Of course baby, anything you need from me?" I agree, knowing his request has something to do with the tension in the club.
"No, no. Just stay here." Gemma flies into the parking lot and crosses over to us.
"Go on, I've got her. We'll stay here." Gemma reassures him.
The bar is spotless within an hour. I try to distract myself with cleaning and serving the guys as they trickle in. One of the crow eaters comes in, taking over for me.
"Gemma asked me to send you to her office." She explains. I give her a ghost of a smile and head off in that direction. The lights are on in the garage and I hear voices. I didn't realize the guys were back.
Gemma meets me in the office and closes the doors and blinds as we sit down.
"What's goin on ma?" I ask, all tension from the confrontation at the hospital have disappeared.
"Club stuff. We'll have some guests tomorrow, need to get this place all set up. We need the rooms made up, liquor, food & girls." She directs me.
"Sure. I'll get on it. Get LuAnn and the girls on the phone." I assure her. She nods.
"Filip wants you behind the bar tomorrow, safer that way. Everyone can keep an eye on you." She adds before I head back to the clubhouse.
I concentrate on making the necessary calls and plans. I send Kip to the closest open store and have him gather food to take to LuAnn's. She is busy cooking everything we talk about. I call a couple of club friends to get as much alcohol delivered as possible. After everything's set and I run out of distraction, I find my way to Jax's apartment and lay down in his bed for a short time.
My phone vibrates across the table a short time later.
"Yeah." I mumble into the mouthpiece.
"Where's your brother?" Donna's voice is angry, worried.
"Donna? What's goin on?" I ask out of confusion.
"He didn't come home. Is he with the club? With Filip or Jax?" She rambles on
"Donna, I don't know. I'll go find out. Stay put." I try to comfort her. "I'll call you back in 10 minutes."
"Call me when you know." She hangs up.
I sit up and stretch. The clock says 9:17am next to the bed. I pull one of Jaxson's sweatshirts over my clothes and head back out to the clubhouse. Dad and Opie are both there. The doors to church are shut but the lights are on.
"Opie, Donna is pissed. She just called." I tell him as I pour myself some coffee, ignoring the hardware on the bar.
I turn back around in time to see Filip step through the doors and into the main room. He closes it quickly behind him but not before I catch sight of blood. I close my eyes and shake my head. His hands and arms are covered in it.
"Where's Jackie boy?" He asks.
Clay steps outta the corner to whisper to him. Filip keeps his eye on me. The door bangs open again and Jax comes through, a bag in hand. Everyone starts talking at once. I take this as my cue to leave and head back to the apartment. I have four missed calls from Donna. I pick it up and text her quickly.
Donna, he's safe. Stay home and I'll send him there ASAP.