“I’m counting on it,” she said as she threw off the covers and wiggled down so her face was next to his stiffening cock.
***
They held eachother tightly, neither of them sleeping as they listened to one another’s steady breathing. Knowing that she was scared, he covered her face with kisses, then pulled her flush to him and stroked her hair.
I’m scared too, but not for me. I’m fucking scared for Chenoa. I won’t be around to catch her if she stumbles.He breathed out forcefully.
“You okay?” Breanna whispered.
“Just worried about Chenoa.”
“I’ll keep an eye on her. Mika loves her and wants the best for her. She’ll be okay. You better get some sleep if you’re leaving early in the morning.”
“Yeah.”
But sleep evaded him. Breanna’s even breathing made him smile; he was glad she’d fallen asleep despite her worry. He needed all his energy for the mission, so he closed his eyes and soon fell into a fitful sleep.
A few hours later, his alarm went off. He sat up abruptly, waiting a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. He looked over at Breanna and smiled.She’s a good woman. She fits into my world.He carefully rolled out of bed, showered, and came out to dress.
She was sitting up in bed, her arms hugging her knees. “You going?” she asked in a hushed voice.
“Yeah.” He looped his belt around his jeans. “Go back to sleep.” He finished dressing and came over to her, running his calloused thumb over her cheek, pain tugging at him when he felt the wetness on her skin. “Don’t cry, baby. It’s gonna be fine. Come on now.” He lowered his head and kissed her lips, the briny taste of them pricking his tongue. “No more tears, okay?” He grabbed a tissue from the box on the nightstand and gently dried her face, and then he went to the closet. Opening a strongbox, he stuffed his pockets with spare bullets, packs of razor blades, and a Glock 9.
“Call me when you get to wherever you’re going, so I won’t worry as much.” She sniffled and grabbed another tissue, the jagged rip as it left the box filling the air.
“I’ll call you when I can. Don’t freak out if you don’t hear from me for several days.” He slipped on his leather jacket over his cut.
“I’ll try not to.” Her voice hitched, and it stabbed his heart.
He padded over to her again and covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply before he pulled back and covered her face with feathery kisses. His hand skated down to her stomach and he rubbed it. “I gotta come back if I’m gonna fill your belly with a child. I love you, baby. Be brave for me.”
“I love you too,” she said against his ear. “Be safe.”
He nodded, then pulled away and walked out of the room. When he started his Harley, a mix of love, fear, and hope flooded him as he thought of Breanna and Chenoa.I’m not gonna be worth shit if I don’t get rid of the emotions.Emotions and war had no business sharing the same stage. In order to achieve his objective, he had to shut out all thoughts of his little girl and his woman; otherwise, one of his brothers could die. The brotherhood looked to him to lead them, and letting feelings seep in was unacceptable.
He was a warrior, and he’d lead the Night Rebels to victory.
He looked up and saw Breanna’s silhouette in the window. She waved at him. He nodded, then switched on the ignition and rode away.
It’s showtime.
