So from here, we're gonna go a little dark before we get into some fluffy chapters. I figured you all deserved it since you put up with my mean nasty side. Hopefully you all enjoy
2 Weeks Later
I hesitate when the bike finally comes to a stop. It is odd riding behind Filip without being able to see. He insisted this had to be a surprise and didn't want me to know where we were going. I agreed to the blindfold but now my curiosity was getting the better of me. I bounced off the bike, practically dancing around while I wait for him.
He stands right in front of me and his intoxicating scent gets the better of me. I use my hands to find his lips and lift myself up on my toes and press my lips to his in a fiery kiss. My hands automatically find their way into his kutte, massaging his chest.
"None of that now. We're already late." He pulls my hands away, taking one in his own and leading me behind him.
"Whose fault is that?" I laugh. He had practically jumped on me when I came out in my little black dress. I may have encouraged it slightly.
He stops and kisses me lightly on the cheek before he pulls the blindfold off.
"SURPRISE!" Everyone yells as we walk in to the clubhouse. My cheeks flush red and I can't help the smile that breaks across my face.
"What did you do?" I ask him, turning to hug him close.
"You deserve a good night love. Happy Birthday!" He kisses my temple before my brother and Uncle Jury pull me over to the bar. Phil is lining up shots already as everyone else gathers around.
The music is loud and everyone is feeling good. I make my way around the bar, talking to some of the girls I get along with and the rest of my family. I spin away from talking with Opie and almost fall right into Filip's arms. He laughs as he helps me catch my footing.
"Maybe ya need ta be cut off baby." He whispers in my ear. The simple feel of his breath on my ear turns me on in an instant. I reach up and pull his head to my ear. I moan softly.
"I need a quick break. Meet me in your room." I twirl away from him and head down the hall. He follows eagerly behind.
As soon as the door is closed behind him, I turn on him. My hands struggle with his belt and jeans. He pushes me up against the door his hands sliding up my thighs. He smiles when he realizes I have nothing under my dress. His fingers dig into my skin and he pulls my legs up around his waist.
Somehow his pants are around his ankles and he's pushing himself inside of me with a primal need. I toss my head back and enjoy as he thrusts into me. My moaning grows louder and there is no way that the bar can't hear me.
"Jesus Christ Filip. I love you." I moan into his chest as he pushes me over the edge. My legs shake as the orgasm rolls through me. Filip crashes into me one more time, pinning me to the door and groaning loudly. He puts me down after a moment, leaning against the door to keep both of our balance.
I step into the bathroom to clean up while he fixes his clothes. He smiles as he watches me walk away.
"Thank you so much for tonight baby." I call through the door.
"I know you wanted the guys ta be home but we're over half way done." He says as I join him in the room again, straightening my dress.
"You're so good to me." I kiss him. His hands roam all over me again. "We gotta get back out there."
When we make it back to the bar, I realize some of the guys I know in other charters have made it. The crowd is growing louder and more obnoxious as the night wears on. I'm beyond drunk but I don't care. I'm having a blast with my family.
"I'm pretty sure that's number 4 Kozik. Did I count right Opie?" I ask my brother as I sink the 8-ball easily. They both laugh at me.
"I don't know Koz. You should just give up. She's playing you." Opie slaps the frustrated man on the shoulder.
A slight commotion at the door catches my attention. A familiar voice reaches my ears and my buzz fades almost immediately.
"What's the matter Bree?" Opie asks, following my gaze.
Filip stands at the bar, joking and talking with Uncle Jury. A small flurry of black curls strides over to him, pulling him into a kiss. The room grows quiet and a lot of the girls turn to look at me. When the kiss finally breaks, Filip just stands there, staring at his wife.
"Just wait." Opie's hand covers mine. I watch as Filip drags his wife out the door again without a word. Opie and I follow behind them.
"Ya had ta know I was going ta come." She yells in his face.
"Who told ya?" He asked, a scary calm washing over him.
"Did you know about that?" My brother whispers. I shake my head, fighting the threatening tears building up.
"Does it matter? I had ta come." Her voice turns to a soft coo. She reaches out and rubs her hand along his jawline. He doesn't move, freezing under her touch. I've seen enough.
"I want to go home." I tell my brother, turning from the sight.
"Yeah, I'll take you to our house. Lyla went home with the kids." He doesn't break his eyes away from Filip and Fiona. He takes me to his bike and pulls me on behind him. I don't bother to say goodbye to anyone before we take off.
For the first two weeks, I avoid my house; knowing that he camps out there trying to talk to me. Fiona shows up at the garage daily. Each time I see her, it makes me nauseous. Eventually he stops trying to talk to me, stops trying to plead his case and I realize how much I miss him. Another month passes and the lack of quality sleep and my emotional roller coaster finally catches up to me.
"Gemma, I'm not gonna make it in today. I have a migraine and I feel like shit." I whisper into the phone.
"Need me to come by?" She asks and I hear the genuine concern in her voice.
"Nah, I'm just gonna try and sleep it off." I tell her before hanging the phone up.
I stretch out and fall back to sleep effortlessly. My dreams are vivid and disturbing. Visions of Filip and Fiona wrapped up into each other, mixed with more images of my family members lying dead in pools of blood. Those dreams fade and they're replaced with Clay and Tig chasing me down a narrow hall.
I shoot out of bed, struggling to catch my breath and bearings in one moment. My heart is stuck in my throat and my head is throbbing. The pain rolls my stomach and I find myself running to the bathroom, emptying what little I have in my stomach in one heave. I sit on the floor of the bathroom for a few minutes, trying to calm the shooting pain in my head.
Finally I make my way back to my bedroom and crawl deep in my bed. The darkness of the room offers only a slight comfort to my raging migraine. I throw my arm over my eyes, begging for some kind of release. From somewhere next to my head, my phone rings loudly and I groan.
"Yeah." I answer
"How you feelin?" Tara's calm voice causes me significant pain in my head.
"I have a horrible migraine. It's the worst I've ever had." I mutter.
"I'm coming over." She doesn't give me a chance to argue before she hangs up.
By the time she makes it over, I'm back in the bathroom with the lights off. My face is pressed up against the side of the tub and the cold pressure helps only a little.
"Bree?" Tara asks when she doesn't see me in my room.
"In here Tara." I call out weakly. She kneels down next to me, placing her hand over my sweaty forehead.
"I think you should go to St. Thomas. Let's get you looked at." She lowers her voice. "I can call your brother over if you want."
I'm in too much pain to fight her on it. She steps back out to the bedroom and calls Opie. I close my eyes and apparently fall asleep because it seems like Opie is there only a second later. He leans over me and picks me up gently. Tara grabs my shoes and a blanket, wrapping it around me as Opie carries me out to the car. The car ride to the hospital is quick and doesn't hurt my head anymore.
We're able to get right in and Tara comes back to examine me with another doctor. They start an IV, trying to rehydrate me a little. The fluid running into my arm makes me cold. Tara covers me with more blankets and I try to close my eyes and relax. The doctor orders some blood tests and an older angrier nurse comes in to draw it. I look away, not able to stand the sight of the blood. It brings back my earlier nightmares.
The wait for the doctors seems to take only a few moments. Tara comes back alone this time and pulls up a stool next to my bed. She smiles at me but it doesn't reach her worried eyes.
"Am I dying?" I try to joke and wince at the pain in my head when I chuckle.
"No." She looks down at her hands. "You're pregnant."
"That's hilarious Tara." I lean back, staring at the ceiling and dreading her next words.
"I'm serious." She sighs loudly and automatic tears stream down my face, burning my skin. The tears only worsen the pain in my head.
"We're gonna give you something that's safe for the baby and my ob/gyn is gonna come down and do an exam in the morning. I want to keep you here until then, make sure you get rehydrated and the pain goes away." She stands up and turns off doctor mode. "What do you need Bree? You want me to call Filip?"
"No, no please don't. I need to. . . " My words fade. I have no clue what I need to do. That sends another fresh round of sobs through me and the pain becomes unbearable. A younger nurse comes in with a syringe and a bottle. She quickly puts the needle in my IV and slowly the pain starts to dull.
When the nurse is gone again, Tara sits on the edge of my bed, rubbing her hand up and down my arm.
"I'm here. No matter what you decide." She reassures me. My tears are replaced with an almost numbing fear in my chest. "Opie wants to come in. I'll go get him."
"Please Tara. I know you asked Gemma to keep your own pregnancy quiet and I'm just asking for the same." My voice is monotone and weak.
"Absolutely. It's your business to tell." She heads out the door and holds it open for Opie.
"You ok sis?" He whispers and puts his hand on my head. He looks me over as he rubs his thumb over my temple.
"Sit down." I tell him solemnly.
"You're scaring me." He says as he pulls the chair over and takes a seat. He grabs my hand and waits patiently for me to find my nerve. I kept too much from my brother before. I'm gonna need him this time.
"Opie, I'm scared. I don't know what to do." I start out. He goes to say something else but I stop him. "I'm pregnant."
He doesn't say anything, just closes his eyes. His breathing starts to shallow and I worry he's going to be angry with me.
"I'll kill him." He whispers and I can't help but laugh. His head shoots up and when he sees my uncontrollable laughter, his face breaks into a huge grin and joins me.
"I don't want anyone knowing about this; especially dad and Filip. I'm sorry." I tell him. The pain meds are working well and the pain in my head is fading. The foggy feeling I have creeping over me tells me I'll be asleep soon.
"I already called dad and told him you were up here, but the rest of it is between us." He promises before he gets up and leaves me alone. It takes only seconds before I am completely out