Bound In Secrets

Protective Father

Sawyer

I'm so warm when I wake up, and a steady heartbeat is underneath my ear. I'm lying on Storm's chest with Jensen's hand holding mine. Carter is lying close to Storm and me with his arm stretched across my back. JT's legs are thrown over Carter's, and his feet are touching my leg.

This should be weird, but I could wake up in a tangle of my boys every single day of my life. I require them just as much as it is essential to breathe.

"I should be a worried father, but it's been a long time since I've seen these boys here like this. What happened?" My father asks me from the couch.

I didn't want to tell my father what happened, but I knew he would find another way. "They killed my three rapists last night, Daddy," I say in a child-like voice.

My father's brown eyes turn black in anger. "If they wouldn't have, I will," my father says through clenched teeth.

"Are you okay, Sawyer?" He asks in a softened voice after he lets out a breath.

I shake my head at first, telling him no, but then I tell him what happened last night. I've always had an honest relationship with my father. I tell him everything. We have no secrets between the two of us. It's always been just us since I was an infant.

"Do you want me to take you to the doctor or call Carmen to go with you?" I shake my head no since it won't make a difference now that all three are dead.

"Okay. Where are the clothes from last night, yours and the boys?" My father asks. Thirty years of being part of the bloodiest MCs in town, my father quickly takes over how to protect us.

"In my bathroom," I tell him.

He nods, standing up from his perch on the arm of the couch. "You stay with the boys. I'm going to the garage and burn the clothes in the trash barrel."

My father needs something to do so he won't kill anyone accidentally in anger over what happened to me. I love my daddy, Nathaniel Hughes, the bookkeeper for the Death Riders MC's Louisiana Chapter called Death Brigade.

I try to move off Storm, but he bands his arms tighter around my waist, mumbling in his sleep. "Don't leave me, Bonnie." There are deep wrinkles on his forehead that I reach up to smoothly with my hand that's not wrapped in Jen's.

I shush Storm to get him back to sleep, but all that accomplishes is his gray eyes snapping open. I smile at him.

"Morning. I need you to let me up so I can pee." Also, I'm a little embarrassed because I feel his dick poking me in a place I'm not ready to let anyone near.

Storm understands me in ways I know myself. We are a lot alike, Storm and I.

He peels Carter's arm off me as I remove my hand from Jensen's, whose green eyes flash open.

I blush a little. "Sorry to wake you, Jen, but I have to pee," I tell him when our eyes meet. He releases my hand and then rubs his face.

When I'm free, I make a quick dash to the bathroom.

When I return, all my boys are awake, shuffling around, collecting the blankets and pillows, and putting the couch and coffee table back into place. JT is missing, but I find he has made himself at home in the small kitchen, cooking all of us breakfast.

JT grins at me when he catches me watching him. "I already asked the old man if it was alright if I cooked." He then winks at me.

The boys have always had a causal relationship with my father. It's almost as if they were his kids, too. Which, with all the time we spent growing up with one another, makes sense.