Chapter 290: Chrissy
*You’re about to get kicked out of here. Stop this bullshit. – Sid*
Scott and Tony went home on Thursday as they both had to go back to work. Tilly and Anthony flew out the next Saturday. Geo stayed having decided to transfer to the local university.
And to prospect under Trigg.
He didn’t mention that part to his parents until they called to say that they had arrived home.
Monday night the two men rode their bikes to the clubhouse and Rye took Michael in her car. Sid and the other old ladies loved seeing the baby. Rye was opening up more and more, no longer feeling like she needed to be prepared to run.
Sid was rocking a sleepy Michael and Rye went to rinse his bottle. She was putting the bottle back together when she heard someone enter the kitchen wearing heels.
“What are you going to do when he gets tired of coddling you? A man like Chance needs to fuck.”
“Our relationship is none of your business.” Rye said, trying to sound confident.
“Sure, it is. Who do you think fucks him?”
Rye turned and saw the busty bottle blonde with a smile on her face. She wore a short skirt, a sheer shirt and stiletto heels. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief as she hiked up her skirt exposing a shaved mound.
She slipped a finger inside herself. “I’m still wet from him. Do you want to taste him?” She offered her finger to Rye. “Do you even know what he tastes like?”
Shame and fear filled Rye as tears gathered in her eyes. She dropped the bottle as she ran for the doorway, the other woman’s laughter chasing after her.
Tears were falling by the time she made it back to the common room. Shoving items into the diaper bag, she ignored the other women.
Sid handed Michael over to Bambi on her way out of the room. Usually, she would never even think about interrupting church. This was different. Ignoring the prospect at the door, she walked right in.
“Chance, Rye needs you.”
She didn’t even get the sentence out before he was headed down the hall. He entered the common room and found his sister and mother trying to calm his wife down.
“Duchess?” he asked quietly stepping in front of her. She shook her head and refused to look up at him, so he knelt in front of her. “Duchess, talk to me.”
“Is it true?” she whispered.
“I don’t know. Tell me what you’re asking about.” He said softly, taking her hands in his.
“You’re tired of coddling me.”
He kissed her knuckles on both hands before looking up at her. “We promised no lies.” Chance said softly and she tried to pull away from him. “There are times that I want to go caveman on you. I want to do nothing more than see you scream my name in absolute pleasure. I want to bury myself in you and never get out.”
He stood up and brushed tears away, never releasing her hands.
“But you’ve told me your fears. And they are valid. Fuck, duchess, you were forced to watch your sister be raped. I’m not going to ask you to do anything until you are ready. If that means that I sleep on the couch for the next few years, we get a new couch. I don’t care who knows that I sleep there.”
“I love you, Ryanne. Someday you’re going to love yourself and you’re going to see this wonderful woman that stole my heart.”
He spoke barely above a whisper as he tipped her face to him with his knuckle. Their fingers remained locked under her chin as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on her lips.
“Anything else you need to ask?”
“Were you with her?”
“I haven’t been with a woman since March. Did someone tell you that I was?”
Rye nodded as much as his hand would allow. “She said that your…” She blushed bright red. “Your… was still inside her.”
“I can assure you that they are lying to you. I have not been with a woman in months. The only bed that I have been in is yours. And other than their mouth, I have never been in a woman without a condom. Was it one of the girls here?”
“Yes. I’m sorry I believed her.”
“Shhhhh….” He released her hands, no longer afraid that she would bolt away from him. His arms barely shifted before she was wrapping hers around him. Chance folded his arms behind her holding her close. “You’re my one and only now. Forever more. Don’t ever doubt that.”
Rye nodded against his chest, and he kissed the top of her head. Then he looked at Sid and all the kindness was gone from his voice. “I need the bunnies.”
Sid nodded and left to go to the room where they would disappear to when the old ladies were around. She was not kind in her attitude towards them at that point. She was quite sure that she knew who was to blame, but for now they all suffered her wrath.
The five bunnies that lived in the building and the other three that always showed up for church and parties entered the room. Seven looked confused. One looked smug.
“Line up shoulder to shoulder with your fucking hands behind your back. Move or say anything and I swear you will fucking regret it.” Chance ordered.
Even Chrissy suddenly looked a little concerned. Chance was always the flirt. Always sweet. Always kind. Now he was pissed and not even bothering to hide it.
“Okay, Duchess.” He said much gentler. “Show me who lied to you about me.”
Rye turned around in his arms and then stepped over to stop in front of Chrissy. Chance glared over his wife’s head at the club girl. The anger and hatred in his eyes had her flinching. But the puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks on the woman between them gave her confidence.
“Did you speak to my wife?”
“She can’t give you what I can, baby.” Chrissy purred.
“You’re right. She can’t give me an STD.” Chance growled. “Now answer the fucking question.”
“I just told her that you need a woman to fuck.”
“You don’t ever speak to a patched old lady. You are nothing. She is my world. My everything.” His voice softened as he spoke of the woman wha was back in his arms.
With a hardened voice, he turned back to the whore. “You are nothing more than a sperm receptacle. Do not ever speak to my wife ever again. Don’t even look at her or my son.”
“You’ll come back to us.” Chrissy said as Chance began to guide Rye away.
“Unfortunately for you, my mother taught me not to hit a woman.” He said stopping and looking at her.
“Unfortunately?” Chrissy smirked.
“I never learned that lesson.” Dom said and fear hit the woman.
“Chance….” Chrissy pleaded.
“You knew the rules.” Sid said.
Dom buried her hand deep in the blonde hair and forced her to bend over. Then she drug the woman over in front of Trigg and Sid. The club bunny was forced to her knees.
“Beg for mercy. If they tell me to give it I will. Otherwise, you will suffer for *my* pleasure.”
Tears streamed down her face as she begged for mercy which would not be given.
