Settle In

Savannah

“I do not regret a damn thing. I did what I did and I said what I said. They had it coming. If I’m being honest, I shouldn’t have gone that easy on them.”

My Uncle Jonah looks so annoyed, but he can’t hide the pride I see swimming around his deep blue eyes.

After having lunch and checking in on my work, I took Grams and allowed the boys to come over to see Damon.

Grams got to go in first. They’re having some private time while the three Henley boys and the three Madises hang out in the backyard.

As soon as they walked in, Uncle Jonah started in with me.

He turned straight on me with a deadpan face and dragged out my full name like that was completely necessary.

Like I could be the only explanation on why Darrion and Daxon would be stained with blue and still be sporting glitter.

A few bruised spots and in a truck, not their bikes.

They showered for a full two hours before coming over, and they are still two sparkly blueberries.

Serves them right.

Uncle Jonah saying it was absolutely me that was the cause behind that.

Percy laughed, walking away without attempting to cover it with a cough like he normally does.

He cried laughing.

Dane did too.

I’m sure Damon will.

“If I have said it once, I have said it a million times before: Damn it, Savannah, you can’t assault people. You know this.”

The boys chuckle, nodding along with the notion that I have been told this far too many times.

I have, but it’s not going to change anything.

If I need to glitter bomb, dye pack, water brigade, total a bike or two, anything else that will come up, I will.

Don’t fuck with me.

Don’t fuck with my things.

And never, ever, fuck with the people I love.

“I’m not sorry! I’m not, Uncle. If the situation occurs that I need to go on the attack or something for you, I will. I love you, and I’m not sorry for having your back. Ever.”

My uncle sighs, his face in his hands.

“Remind you of anyone, Jonah?”

Grams walks out with Damon on her arm.

“Angel, you should be in bed. You’re still hurt.”

I rush to his side and take him from his Grams’s support. He looks far too pleased with the oompa loompas I have stationed in my yard.

His smile is curled like the cat who ate the canary.

His dark eyes glossed over to mirror back what he is looking at.

His broad and beat-up chest swells with pride for me, also amusement at his brothers who have been punished by a goddess.

Grams and Uncle Jonah go back into the house, Uncle offering her some coffee. With the glass door shutting behind them, he leaves the younger troop alone to get to talking no matter how awkward this is probably going to be.

Percy pulls one of the lawn chairs over for Damon to sit down.

His leg is scraped up pretty bad, his weight has been shifted off it this whole time as I hold him up.

Road rash ate up his smooth skin.

“I can see your therapy went good. Feel better, Vannah?”

Damon talks through the pain I know he is in as he takes his seat.

We share a lot of the same traits, one of them is faking it.

We fake like we’re not hurt, that we’re okay and all is well.

We fake it that we’re happy or that nothing matters.

Damon can see right through me, and I him.

That’s what happens for those that love you.

They can read you like every word is on your skin and in their favorite verse.

Love is not wanting to worry them, and knowing they don’t want to worry you so you do whatever needs to be done anyways.

If you’re not being read, then the illiterate asshole doesn’t love you like they claim.

Love makes you an open book and an avid reader.

“Yeah, I do. Refreshed, Zen-like. I ~whoo sawed~ or whatever that is.”

Damon sucks in a breath to laugh but holds onto his side from the ribs healing there.

I feel guilty for making a joke. I knew he was hurting—I need to watch my mouth.

“I’m sorry, Angel, I’ll stop making you laugh. Are you thirsty? Hungry? What can I do?”

I kneel in front of him and hold my hands at his knees.

“Fucking hell, Savannah, don’t do this.”

Damon closes his eyes and his lips roll in.

I want to lay my head on his thigh and give him the pouting face with puppy dog eyes.

I might even add a little whimpering.

~You know what, I’m sucking this man’s dick when we get upstairs.~

I haven’t done that in a while.

I could crawl to him on my knees and ask nicely for him to shove his cock down my throat.

~Please face-fuck me, Angel.~

“I’ll give you a minute with your brothers. I’ll be right in here. “

I need to leave before I make a puddle under me.

I leave a kiss on each of his thighs before stepping up and rolling my body into his without touching.

I kiss up his stomach and each shoulder. I make a trail of wet kisses up his neck to his stubble jaw, and finally claim his lips.

Damon groans, signaling that he is ready for me and knows the dirty thoughts in my head. He’s familiar with the fog tinting my eyes and the silent conversations we share.

He can hear me oh so well.

I know I’m ready for him too.

It’s been four days of no playtime.

I had plans of riding him but got sent home like a naughty girl.

Lord Jesus, I need Damon inside of me.

“Alright, now have fun with your brothers.”

I bite his lip and tag him back.

Damon reaches out for my ass when I walk away, smacking it with a harsh grip that makes me gasp.

I know it hurt his hand but he doesn’t mind.

I want him so badly.

“Behave. Let’s go, Percy.”

“Yeah, behave or I’ll get the water hose again.”

Damon and I look at each other with a heated expression shared between us.

The memory of him taking me out here on the grass is playing on our minds.

Unconsciously we look at the patch of earthy green that will forever hold a place in our hearts.

Damon winks at me with Percy pushing me in through the threshold of the door and sliding it behind us.

Percy is a massive cockblock.

I slap at his hands but get carted away to leave the Henley boys to have a bro moment to get it over and done with.

I don’t know guy code well enough to say which ones they broke. I’m sure they are okay left to their own devices.

Right?

Damon

I reposition my boner under my shorts.

I don’t care that they know what I’m doing.

They saw what she did.

~Fucking tease.~

Savannah got them good.

Grams told me she would get me an order of the copy.

She said Van did some damage.

I’m not surprised.

The four of us sit in silence.

Waiting for one of us to start.

“Are you feeling okay? Savannah said you could come home next week.”

~So my girl plans on keeping me bedridden for another week?~

I can handle that.

“If that’s what she wants. That’s what she’s going to get.”

I hear Savannah defending herself from something her uncle is getting on to her for.

For a pig, he isn’t half bad.

He fights Savannah no matter the reason.

Sticks to his gun.

That’s commendable.

I didn’t make it six fucking months before I gave in and let her run the show.

I give her some room, she’s so damn stubborn.

~I can’t say much though, can I?~

“Don’t touch my bike, I’ll do the work myself. I don’t want Heavy doing anything with it.”

Dane agrees, Dax shaking his head along.

Darrion stares at the cuts, the white bandages, the bruises.

“Is she actually worth this?”

He speaks.

My teeth ache from the grind I’ve set to them. My jaw howls from my forcing pressure to it.

“Tread carefully, broseph,” I warn him.

Banged up or not, I’ll kick his fucking ass if he says some sideways shit about her.

“I’m asking you, is she worth this? Long term. She is hated by the club, Damon. You got beaten for dumb shit you caused for her, dad can’t stand to look at you now. Is she worth this?

“This will be a constant fight. Even if she passes the trials, we all know what the last one will be. If she passes, she isn’t going to be like the other Lunas. What if the worst happens and you have to lead?

“They will not follow a Madis made anything. The club was formed in spite of them in the first fucking place, Damon. How do you see this ending?

“I can tell you how I do: you dead with her as the choice in weapon. It doesn’t matter if she loves you or you her. The club comes first. We all know that.”

I stand up, biting back the pain.

My fist ready, the coil of my fingers stretch the scrapes and form new cracks in the healing wounds.

I don’t care.

“She is worth…everything.”

Dane moves to the door, I’m sure ready to have it open and calling for help when we start this up again.

My mask on, my brother is wearing his.

We match.

Dax at our side, pushing in to separate us back.

“They will accept her when they see her for more than her father. Like she sees me. More than a thoughtless soldier. If it comes down to it.”

The sores in my mouth open back up.

A flood of warm copper covers my tongue.

“If I die for her, it will be the easiest decision I could make. I’d die for her. I’ve killed for her. I live for her.”

Darrion’s mask slips.

He shakes with rage, he wants to hit me.

I’m surprised he hasn’t.

Maybe Savannah did a better job than I was told.

“Fuck your brothers then? Over a girl?”

“No.”

Dax moves closer.

Darrion and I, chest to chest, eye to eye, we strain, ready to come to blows.

“That’s what it will come to. Her or us. Your family or a high school bit—”

I swing.

Nobody will disrespect my girl.

Not again.

~Not ever again.~