Raptor (Fury Vipers MC: Dublin Chapter #2)

21. Mallory

Chapter 21

Mallory

I sink down onto the sofa beside Shane and he pulls me in close to him. I go willingly, loving the comfort he gives me. "Your mom text you back yet, babe?"

I shake my head. "No. I don't know whether I should call her or not. I don't want to interrupt her time with Nichola, but I'm worried."

I'm probably overreacting and Ma’s grand, no doubt sipping on cocktails with Nichola as they pamper themselves. Ma told me two days ago that she was going to a spa with Nichola and they were going for a few days. I was happy for her, so pleased that she was enjoying her time with her best friend, but not hearing from her panics me. It's probably stupid, but it's been months since I've been away from her for so long. Not to mention, with Micah out there I'm scared something bad will happen to her.

"If you're mom hasn't gotten back by morning, call Nichola," he says as he presses a kiss to my head. "Your mom will understand why you're worked up."

I smile. I love that he gets me. He understands what I'm feeling. He's without a doubt the sweetest guy ever. I've fallen so hard for him. There's no doubt in my mind that I'm in love with him. I'm just unsure how to express it.

"Do you miss New York?" I ask him as I snuggle even deeper into his warm body.

"Not really," he says, his hand splayed across my stomach. "Other than my brothers, I didn't have much there."

"What about family?" I ask. He's not spoken about them at all. I know nothing about them.

"Don't have any. My mom was a kid when she had me and did what she thought was right and gave me up for adoption. Problem was, the couple who had planned on adoptin' me found out they were pregnant when I was a few weeks old. By then my mom had upped and left."

"What happened?" I ask, horrified that someone would give up a baby they were going to adopt. I could never do that.

"I bounced from foster home to foster home, for whatever reason. I wasn't adopted. By the time I was old enough to understand what was goin' on, I didn't give a fuck about that. I was immune to the bullshit of bouncin' from home to home. Once I aged out, I found the Vipers and joined the club."

"I'm sorry," I say softly. "It must have been tough growing up in different houses." I can't imagine how tough it was. I'd have hated it.

"It was what it was," he says thickly. "What about you? Your mom and dad, how was your relationship with them?"

"Dad wasn't around. I'm not sure why, but Ma told me recently that he was part of one of the crime families in Dublin and wasn't a great guy. From what Ma said, he was constantly cheating on her. The last she heard, he'd left town. I was about eight."

It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would have. I guess the years of not having him around and finding out the truth about him has healed the pain of not having a family around.

"And your mom?"

"That's a different story," I sigh. "Ma tried her hardest to ensure I had everything. She worked her ass off to ensure that she was financially stable and could take care of me. But that meant she wasn't always around. I felt abandoned as I grew up. I was always left to myself. I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. She didn't seem to care. It hurt a lot. The neglect was emotional and it took its toll."

"It makes even more sense to me as to why you didn't tell me about Shay. You didn't want him to feel as you did."

I nod. "Yeah. I didn't want him to feel as though he was a burden, that you didn't want him. I think that would have broken my heart." I don't want Shay to feel anything I did growing up. It was heartbreaking and it affected me a lot. I'll never let Shay feel that way.

"But she changed?" he asks softly, his thumb caressing my stomach.

"Yeah. When I told her I was pregnant, we had a heart to heart. She had no idea that I felt so neglected. She hated that I was in pain and she didn't want me to feel that way anymore. She's been at my side since then."

"I'm glad she saw the light, darlin'. I'm glad for you but also for our boy, who's got his grandmother."

"Shay's going to have a huge family and I love that, especially as neither of us had a family growing up."

"Fuckin' pleased our boy's goin' to have that."

My heart races as I look up at him, unable to resist his handsome face and strong body. "Shane," I whisper, my voice filled with love and gratitude. "Thank you for giving us a family. I love you more than words can express."

He pulls me onto his lap, his hands gently tangled in my hair as he leans in to kiss me, making my blood heat. Our lips meet and I sink into him. "I love you, darlin'. Never fuckin' doubt it," he growls.

His words are like a zap to my heart. I fucking adore that he didn't hesitate to tell me he loved me. His hands roam my body and it's like a switch has been hit. Our lips meet once again and I'm pulling at his zipper, needing him. "You want me, darlin'?" he questions with a smirk.

"Yes," I hiss as his hand tangles deeper into my hair. "Please, Shane," I whimper.

His grin is filled with wicked delight as he unzips his pants, exposing himself to me. I reach down and guide him, feeling the warmth and hardness of his cock. He groans softly in my ear as I position him at my entrance.

With a deep breath, I lower myself onto him, feeling him stretch me open and filling me completely. I gasp and my head falls back, my hands gripping his shoulders for support. God, I fucking love him being inside of me. There’s nothing better than him stretching me.

Shane leans in, his mouth finding mine in a passionate kiss. "You feel so good, darlin'," he whispers, his breath hot and heavy on my skin. "I love you."

I smile into the kiss, feeling so much love it's hard to even think straight. I begin to move, up, down, and grind. Over and over again. I can't stop. It feels so fucking good. He's thrusting into me as I bounce on his cock. My pleasure is rising. I throw my head back, moaning as I do.

"Fuck yeah, darlin'," he growls as he grips my hips tightly and thrusts deep into me.

My nails claw at his shoulders as my pleasure hits me. "Oh, Shane," I whimper as my orgasm washes over me.

He groans low as he pistons into me, his cock thickening as he comes.

I'm breathing erratically, unable to pull in a deep breath. I collapse onto his chest, his cock still semi-hard inside of me. I'm so in love and overjoyed to be here with him and Shay. Once I know Ma’s safe, I'll be so damn happy. I just need to make sure she's okay. I hate not hearing from her.

"Fuckin' love you, darlin'," he growls low in my ear.

My heart fills with warmth as I lift my head and look at him. "I love you too, honey."

Who'd have thought that we'd be here right now? Months ago, it didn't seem to be plausible. He was in New York and I was hiding from Micah. Now we're together, and it's as though we've never been apart.

I rock Shay in my arms as I try to settle him. Last night, he didn't have a good one. He was up most of the night crying. I think he could be teething. My poor baby is in pain and I hate it. Thankfully, right now, he's asleep in my arms.

"He doin' alright, darlin'?" Shane asks as he places a cup of tea on the coffee table.

"He's asleep," I say through a yawn. "I'm glad he is. I hate when he's hurting. It's awful. I feel useless."

He sinks down onto the sofa. "He's asleep, darlin'. Why don't you get some sleep now too?"

I shake my head as I gently pass Shay to him. "I'm going to call Nichola and see if Ma’s with her."

He nods. "You do that. I've got Shay."

I reach for my tea and take a sip. My stomach is in knots as I dial Nichola's number.

"Hey Mallory, how's that sweet boy of yours?" she asks with a warm tone.

"Shay's okay. He's sleeping right now. I think he's teething," I reply, exhaustion evident in my voice. God, I'm bone tired. Shane's right, I should probably be sleeping while Shay's sleeping.

"Aw, poor boy. Teething is the worst. Is everything okay?" she asks with genuine concern.

"Just wondering if Ma’s there. I haven't spoken to her in a few days," I say hesitantly.

Silence spreads through the line and I can feel my anxiety rising. "Mal, sweetie, I haven't seen your mam in a couple of days. She left three days ago, saying she wanted to go home and be with you. It didn't surprise me, seeing as you two are so close. She also mentioned wanting to set up a spa date with me," Nichola explains.

My stomach drops and my heart shatters at her words. "I haven't seen her," I say, trying to remain calm but feeling a sense of panic creeping in. My mind races with thoughts of where my mam could be. One name just keeps popping into my head. Micah.

"I'll call Jerry. Sweetie, we'll find her," she promises me. "Don't borrow trouble, Mal. I'm sure there's a perfectly good explanation."

"Okay," I breathe, my gaze meeting Shane's. His brows knit together as he watches me, his face filled with concern. "Let me know if you hear anything."

"I will," she promises me. "You do the same, please."

We end the call and I stare at Shane, gripping hold of my cell as I do. My heart is racing as a knot forms in the pit of my stomach.

"Talk to me, darlin'," Shane says, his voice low. "Baby, what the fuck's happened?"

I swallow hard. "Nichola hasn't seen Ma in three days, Shane. Three fucking days."

His eyes darken and he glances down at Shay before turning back to me. "We're goin' to find her."

I gasp, my heart breaking. "He has her, doesn't he?"

"No, baby," he says thickly. "We don't know that."

I don't respond. There's nothing to say. I can feel it in the pit of my gut. Micah has Ma. I should have called Nichola yesterday when I first grew worried.

I close my eyes. My mam... God, what is that animal doing to her?