**Quick trigger warning, mentions of rape and abuse, paragraphs 12-16. they’re not too detailed but read at own risk**
– Jax –
I have to admit it watching Harley in her element completely in control of everything turns me on like crazy, I like that she’s always in control, always determined, she’s a fighter, a warrior. While my attention completely on Harley I hear the tranquillizer gun go off before focusing on Gunner who has just managed to shoot himself in the foot with it, I laugh my ass off and make my way over to him to inspect the damage hes done to himself, “How the fuck did you manage to shoot yourself? You cockhead” I start laughing again at his stupidity.
“Shut the fuck up Jax you’ve done dumb shit before” I shake my head before replying “Yeah but never this fucking dumb” I laugh again, “Damn I think its starting to kick in” I watch him as he slowly starts to slur his words and struggling to stand still, yep its kicking in alright. I hear Harley’s voice come from behind me, “You had one job Gunner” She laughs after saying it, her laughs always sound like music to my ears, I’ll never get sick of her voice, “Fuck up Harlz, you owe me a joint and a drink”.
I turn back to Gunner and raise my eyebrow at him “Brother, I don’t think it would be a good idea I’m sure the tranquilisers going to kick in soon” Gunner scoffs and flicks his hand shooing me away “Nah brother, wasn’t too strong just enough to fuck up your senses a little, like a really fucking good high. and Harlz owes me a joint and drink from throwing her knife in my arm” He says while grinning like a 12-year-old that’s just found out that you can find porn on the internet for free.
I grab onto Harley and drag her body into mine, it fits perfectly, no other female could ever compare to my Harley, I slowly untape her wrists and hand, kissing the bruised knuckles along the way, I lean down to her ear and whisper just loud enough for her to hear, “You really need to stop hurting my men kitten, keep going and you will have to be punished” I say while I bite down and suck on the small sensitive spot on her neck, a moan escapes her lips and it takes all of me not to throw her over the wooden table and fuck her infront of everyone here.
“Come on you two can finally fuck later, no time to waste when weed and alcohol are involved”, I turn around and punch Gunner in the arm hoping its the same one Harley had previously thrown her knife into, he laughs after “Can’t feel shit brother, tranquillizers done good” Matthew throws Gunners arm over his shoulder and helps him into the clubhouse talking shit between themselves, Harley still in my tight grip.
“Thank you” She whispers up to me while intertwining her fingers with mine, “For what kitten?” I raise an eyebrow at her confused as to what shes exactly thankful for, “For understanding” I sigh and pull her in closer to me if that’s even possible “Anything for you kitten”. Without warning, she smashes her lips onto mine and everything around us fades away it’s just us, it’s always just us, I turn her around still kissing her perfect lips, I don’t dare to break the kiss between us. Her lips taste like pure sugar so addictive, like a drug, I slide my tongue into her mouth without asking permission, I’m not going to pussyfoot around anymore, I want her, I need her, she is mine and no one else’s.
My Harley. My Kitten.
I tap the bottom of her ass and she jumps up wrapping her legs around my waist, “Come on kitten, Gunner will throw a hissy fit if you don’t get your sexy ass in there” She laughs and tries to escape my grip, I don’t think so, I hold onto her thighs and ass harder “Nope, I’m carrying your sexy ass in there” She buries her face into my neck and giggles like a child, so adorable. We make our way back into the clubhouse and towards Gunner, Snake, Irish, Juice and Wood who are sitting around a table, Harley jumps down from me and makes her way to the bar to get a drink.
I sit down with the boys who are hanging shit on Gunner for shooting himself, Harley comes back over and before she has a chance to sit down I drag her into my lap and wrap my arms around her waist. The next few hours have been the most calming time I’ve ever experienced in my life, my girl and my brothers getting along, talking shit telling stories, drinking smoking etc.
It’s like she’s the last puzzle piece to complete my life, how crazy, I never thought I would have felt this way about someone. Everyone was just an easy root and boot, I didn’t care about their feelings, most of the girls would cry after I kicked them out of my room once I was done with them. I never once felt bad either but fuck me if I ever made her cry I’d throw myself off a building, I’d cut my own heart out if it made her happy. I take her hand and drag her away from the brothers before dragging her up some stairs to the roof of the clubhouse.
She stops and looks over the landscape infront of us, “It’s beautiful up here” A smile forms on her face that I know won’t last when I ask her the question I’ve been itching to ask her, “I know, I come up here when I’m sick of the dickheads inside” I laugh afterwards, I sit down on the edge of the roof and dangle my legs over the side, I pat the floor next to me as Harley walks over and does the same dangling her legs over mine instead, we sit there in silence for a couple of minutes before I break the silence and potentially her heart.
“What happened to you Harley?” I look over to her to see her eyes have darkened, her breathing slow and deep, fuck me maybe I shouldn’t have asked. She sits there silently for a few minutes before answering, “If I tell you, it’s not to be repeated to anyone, if I want other people to know I will tell them when I’m ready, do you understand?” She turns to me tears in her eyes already, “Crystal” She nods and takes a cigarette out of her packet before offering me one, I take one and light mine before lighting hers.
“I was young when my dad died, I don’t remember much about him but from what Matthew told me he was an amazing father” I hold onto one of her hands intertwining my fingers with hers waiting for her to continue, “My mum became an alcoholic, and started abusing me and Matthew, it started verbally eventually progressed to physically, about a year after my dad had died she found a new partner, his name was Brett” he bites down on her jaw after saying his name, just from the way she reacted made my blood boil.
” He was nice at first buying presents for me and Matthew but soon started sneaking into my room at night, I didn’t tell anyone for a month or so, he told me that if I said anything my mum would leave me too like my dad did so I kept my mouth shut, until he started to become more and more aggressive, he started leaving bruises on my arms and touching me in inappropriate places, and that’s when Matthew noticed, I told him what he had been doing to me” She pauses for a minute before starting again, squeezing my hand a little tighter than before.
“He left me with that monster not 2 days later, I thought he was going to get someone to rescue me but he never came back, Brett became more and more aggressive when Matthew left, my mum was passed out most of the time so she wouldn’t wake up to my screams and cries for help, he would whip me with his belt, choke me with his shoelaces, burn me with his cigars and lighters. he never hit my face tho, only my body where I could hide everything”
She takes another deep breath, I take my other hand and wipe away the few tears that have managed to escape her eyes. I pull her into my lap and hold onto her tightly before she continues.
“I ran away when I turned 10, I left everything behind and ran, I didn’t go to the police because I know they would just send me home or to a foster home, and I knew I couldn’t go back home, I knew I wouldn’t have made it out alive. So I stayed on the streets, digging through rubbish cans to find my next meal, that’s how I survived for the next 5 years, I’d panhandle collect whatever change I could find, buy the shit I needed and the rest went on alcohol, cigarettes and drugs. By 16 I had started stealing things to be able to buy more shit and that’s where I met him…” Her body tenses after she finishes her sentence, I drag my fingers over her back until I feel her muscles relax, still holding her close to me.
“I really thought he loved me, but I was stupid and young, I don’t know what love is, I have never been loved… He was a few years older than me, he was perfect at the start, treated me like a princess minus the money aspect. Slowly he became controlling over me but I was too stupid to realise until it was almost too late, he made me change my hair, made me remove my piercings, wouldn’t let me have any tattoos even if I could afford them at the time, he would beat me black and blue if I did something he didn’t like. I took care of him every day, I brought food for him, cigarettes, alcohol and drugs, eventually he started using harder shit than weed which, of course, cost more money. He tried to prostitute me out but I threw a fight and held my ground, he punched the fuck out of me and raped me in an alleyway, he was my first everything, but in the whole relationship I had only consented to sex once with him, every other time he had raped me” my body is now trembling with anger my hands probably holding onto Harley too tightly probably causing her skin to bruise, she moves her hand to my face and I lean into her touch strangely calming down almost instantly.
“When I came too I was naked and covered in bruises and cuts, he took everything I had, and left me with my oversized t-shirt crumpled on the floor next to me, I walked down the streets trying to gather some type of money so I could eat or feed my drug habit, I collapsed infront of a shop and when I came too I was in a tattoo shop, the owner had brought me in and clothed me, she was an amazing woman, a better mother figure than my mother ever was, her name was Betty. She took me in that day and changed my life, I was 19 when she found me, I helped her at the shop and in return I got to sleep in the back of the shop, she’s the one that gave me all my tattoos too” I trace my fingers over her tattoos watching her skin break out in goosebumps at my touch, I love the effect I have on her, I smile at the thought of someone helping my kitten when she needed it most, I’m not sure I could ever repay this betty woman for taking care of my angel.
“After a few years I had saved enough money to leave on my own, I gave her my phone number and some money for taking care of me but I know no matter what I do it will never be enough to repay her for what she did for me, she gave me the gun and pocket knife I always carry with me, she taught me how to defend myself. I went back to my family home to find that the asshole Brett had moved him and my mother out. I climbed in through an open window that used to be my old room. But there were people inside, the people in there seemed to be his mates tho, all seedy-looking assholes, when I went downstairs there was a total of 10 guys and a few young girls who were naked and crying, I could hear a few of the men talking when they mentioned Brett’s name, that’s when I snapped, that monster had a part of this” She takes her pocket knife out of her shorts playing with it a few times before continuing.
“I killed them all, every single last one of them when I was done I couldn’t recognise them anymore, most of the girls had passed out at the sight of me slicing through there bodies like a hot knife through butter. But after that my inner demons have since wanted blood, I ran upstares and found my old piggy banks emptying them into a backpack, I went to my parents bathroom and removed the lid of the toilet where I knew my dad had stashed some money, I grabbed that too and called the police before I left again, taking the men’s phones and wallets before leaving, I was able to find the new address where my ‘Family’ had moved too, when I arrived I barged through the door and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw the asshole standing over her dead body, don’t get me wrong my mother was an awful woman but I never wanted her dead, I just wanted her to love me like she used too. He was the first person I tortured, I spent my time on him, I think he made it for 6 hours before he eventually bled out, I even made him eat his own eye”.
She laughs when she says the last part, but my heart breaks the more she speaks, no wonder she tried to kill her brother when she first saw him I would have done the same, fuck I would have shot everyone in my line of sight. “From then on I made it my personal mission to kill every single person that Brett associated with, all of the assholes that raped girls, or sold them or beat them. Every single one of them, I had lost count after 143 people. By the time I had eliminated them all I was 23, after the last one, I went on the run, stole a Harley and made my way out of the state, and well the rest is history” I wipe the tears that are running down her face before cupping my hands around her cheeks.
She refuses to look me in the eye, like she’s embarrassed, ashamed or something. “look at me Harley” I wait for her for eyes to meet mine but she doesn’t, “please, look at me kitten” she slowly moves her eyes to mine and all I can see is pain behind them, I take a deep breath before speaking.
“You are the strongest person I know, I don’t think anyone else would have lived through the shit you have, you may think that you’re an awful person but you’re not, you did what you had to do to save yourself, and then you went and saved god knows how many other girls from the same path that you had walked, you don’t realise how many girls you protected by killing the dogs. You Harley are a fucking warrior, a goddess, a force to be reckoned with. And I’m so fucking proud of you, and I know your brother would feel the same”.
I press my lips onto hers gently before pulling her face back to meet my gaze again, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear a small blush creeps over her face, “fucking perfect” I mumble under my breath she must have heard as her cheeks now burn red, I lean my forehead against hers and whisper “You are so fucking strong and I am so fucking proud of you”.