Torch (Phoenix MC #6)

by Mia Fury

I had a shitty night’s sleep, followed by a falling out with a few of my brothers, and that led to an enforced session with Lissa. I wasn’t even sure how it all happened. One minute I was sitting having coffee and bacon rolls with Micro, and the next, I was in a brawl.

Micro had this habit of doing his best to wind me up, and usually I appreciated it, but there was too much shit playing on my mind right now.

“Torch, I appreciate that you’re finding it hard to reintegrate after what happened, and we’re all on edge, not knowing who among us wants to cause us harm, but we have to operate as normal, wherever possible-”

You think you’d just shrug it off? I’m not some pussy who can’t handle a bit of danger. I have a big fucking issue with betrayal though, and that’s what this is. This is someone I’ve known, maybe for fucking years, and trusted with my life over and over, who decided that my back was where they wanted to store a fucking knife. I just wanna start beating the fuck out of people, until someone fucking admits to doing it. Maybe I should just get started, yeah?”

And wasn’t it just perfect to walk in there, and see her leaving?

Fucked over by everyone in my damn life, and with no outlet for my anger. Maybe this is the last place I should be right now, because Lissa didn’t deserve all this fucking rage.

“Yeah… well, between me being someone’s little bit of rough on the side, and someone else’s knife storage device, yeah… I guess I’m a bit on edge.”

Grace

He looked right through me at the therapy clinic, and that was playing on my mind, as I went back in to work the next morning, called in on my day off due to staff shortages. I mean, let’s be honest, the NHS is plagued with all kinds of shortages, because of so many things, but I had no space in my head ...

I knew I should have explained why I was pushing him away afterward, and maybe I would have, if I could have understood it properly myself. I knew I’d freak out at any mess, but all I had to do was tell him how obsessive I was about that stuff, and I was pretty sure he’d understand. He hadn’t given me that chance though, and now I was wondering if it just wasn’t as good for him as it’d been for me. He’d been unsure after, hadn’t he?

“At some point, you need to finish a fucking sentence, woman. If you’re just wanting me to stay away, you don’t need to worry about that. I’m done here. Stitches are out, and I’m free, so you don’t need to worry about seeing me again. I’ll even ask Lissa to make sure our appointments don’t cross over, so we won’t bump into each other. You won’t have to see me again.”

“You ever find the words, you know where to find me, doc. I’m not about to let you keep stringing me along like this. I have enough people using me for their own fucking gain.”

Why did Torch turn me into a nonverbal mess like this?

Twelve

Torch

The next few days were shit, and that was putting it mildly. I was still struggling to be around the guys in the club, because I was even starting to suspect the ones I’d trusted all along. Paranoia was a dangerous thing, because it seemed to be addictive. I went from trusting a large number of my brothers, to suspecting the silliest damn things.

I Can't Trust Anyone by Baby Kojo

I was losing my mind, and I had no idea what to do to fix it. Grace had been the high point of a shitty couple of weeks, but now I was feeling just as sore about her as I was about the club, and everyone I knew.

Maybe it was time to just cut my losses, and ditch this town. I’d lived here my entire fucking life, but what had this town ever done for me, right?

“Hello, darlin’, you seem to be lost,” Grease said, stepping way too close to my fucking woman. I was already crossing the room, ready to beat the fuck out of him, when I heard her speak up loud and clear. “I’m not lost, but I’m looking for Torch, so do you want to back up before I introduce my knee to your nuts?”

Grace

“No, you don’t fucking get it, and how would you, right? You don’t know my world, and you don’t know what the fuck’s going on right now, but understand this. You’re not welcome here, okay? You need to leave, and never fucking return. Go. Get the hell out.”

“Yeah, stay the fuck out. You don’t want a piece of rough from here, princess. You couldn’t fucking take it, you hear me? Stick to your own fucking kind.”

Oh god. By the time Lissa and Ice had reached the gates with me, I was shaking, and so close to tears, but I didn’t want to shed them in front of any of these bastards. I didn’t want to let the humiliation destroy me in view of them, or especially him.

The tears were cascading down my cheeks now, and I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I was choking on the embarrassment, and the humiliation. I felt the overwhelming panic hit me, the need to fix the source of the embarrassment, only once more I was the source of it, and I couldn’t fix me, could I?

I still couldn’t believe how mean and unfriendly Torch had been, and how much of a fool I felt, for seeking him out when he didn’t come looking for me. Why did I keep coming back for a man who was proving over and over that he was done with me?

“He was rude, and dismissive. He, well, you heard the things he was saying. I’m an idiot. I kept thinking all I had to do was see him again, and we could get back to what we almost had. Like maybe we could be together again, even just once, but he’s clearly not interested. I guess he’s one of those men who gets his and moves on, right? I’m the idiot for seeking him out, when he’s clearly already moved on.”

think he was just unlucky, but this is why he freaked out at you being there. It’s too late for those of us already connected with club members, but I suspect he’s been trying to keep the club unaware of you, to keep you safe. He pushed you away like that, making a show of it, because he wanted them to think you don’t matter to him, when I think it’s probably exactly the opposite. I know he feels for you, any idiot could see that, but I think he hoped they wouldn’t.”

I sat there wondering what the hell I’d say to the one man who seemed to strike me speechless every time I saw him,

Speechless by Ciara

How was I supposed to talk with him, when I lost all words the second I was around him?

Thirteen

Torch

“You fucking idiot! Do you really think she deserved that?”

“What else was I supposed to do? I don’t want her getting hurt by this fucker.”

“I get it, man. Why do you think I made such a big deal of it? I want whoever this fucker is to think she’s a nuisance, and nothing more. It’s how she stays alive, and out of this shit.”

“Grace wants to see you, dickface. She’s waiting at Lissa’s place. I don’t know what you think, but I personally think she deserves an explanation, and an apology, but hey, do whatever the fuck you want. Just make sure you’re civil to my old lady, or I’ll shove that clenched fist down your throat and give you a fucking sex change.”

One look at Grace had me wracked with guilt, because she was curled up on a sofa, hugging her legs, and her tear streaked face told me just how much I’d hurt her. I fucking hurt her. All I wanted to do was keep her safe, and I fucked it up.

Words As Weapons by Seether

She chewed on her lip, watching me silently just like she always fucking did these days. What happened to that feisty woman who’d verbally kicked my ass every time I saw her? What had changed so that she’d become so nervy and quiet around me?

Grace

Now he was here in front of me, I was back to struggling to put words together. Something about him intimidated me, but not in a bad way. It was more like he was so exciting and intoxicating that words failed me, because my mind was purely on him, and what he could do to me.

“Babe, as far as I’m concerned you were going to be mine, but I won’t get in the middle of some other relationship, okay? I know I’m a biker, and you expect me to be an asshole, but I’m no homewrecker. Deal with that shit first, then look me up.”

I felt that spell of his settling over me again and gasped, covering my eyes, even though I immediately knew I looked like an idiot for doing it.

You Put A Spell On Me by Austin Giorgio

“Covered in my cum and your spit, and looking so fucking sexy I wanted to keep you?” Holy shit.

“I liked seeing you like that. I liked knowing that you were that much of a mess because of me, and I really wanna get you messy again. I know you might struggle with that stuff, but I promise to get you so completely out of your head, and blissed out, that you don’t even know what the word mess means.”

“I have pretty bad OCD, Torch. It means that messes are something I have to fix, or I can’t focus on anything else. It means that I have to have absolute order in my home. That’s just part of how fucked up my head is.”

OCD by Rily Shay

“Or is it okay if I coat you in my cum like my perfect little whore, as long as I help you clean up after?”

“Torch, what’s the rush?” “My cock, babe. My cock needs in you, and I’m not about to let him down, get it?”

Fourteen

Torch

She was mine now, because if there wasn’t some other guy on the sidelines, then I was going to be everything she needed in future. No more pussyfooting around, because wasn’t life just too fucking short for that shit? I’d get her naked, fuck her how she wanted to be fucked, and win her once and for all.

Mine by Sleep Token

First though, I turned and checked the door, making sure it was locked tight and secure. Horny or not, her safety was my fucking priority and always would be.

My phone was next, and I dug it out of my pocket, switching it off and dismantling it. I didn’t want anyone tracking me while I was with her. I should have thought of it sooner, but just like she seemed to lose the capacity to speak around me, I often lost my ability to think clearly. What a great pair we made.

She was naked, kneeling on her bedroom carpet, and eyeing me like I was her first meal in fucking days. I was about to be, that was for damn sure.

Grace