Thumper's Fight - Atoned Souls - Book 3

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Chapter 21

Thumper

I wake with a pounding in my head, then I remember that Ace knocked me the fuck out. I look around, trying to get my eyes to focus. I'm sitting downstairs in the clubhouse, at a table. That blonde club girl is sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, and Heather is sitting across from me next to Ace. My dad, Keegan, Jumper and Tank are sitting at the bar just watching. Fuck! I'm about to die, aren't I?!

"You want to tell my daughter why that whore was kissing you?" Ace asked, wrapping an arm around Heather. I can tell she has been crying herself blind.

"I didn't kiss her. I tried to get away from her, but she wouldn't leave me alone. I tried to walk around her and she kissed my cheek. Trust me! I don't want her." I said in my defense, pointing at blondie.

"Is that true, Tara?" Ace asked the blonde. "Did he tell you to leave him alone, but you didn't?"

"Yes Ace. I just wanted him to come with me, but he said he wasn't interested. I kissed him, not the other way around. I really sorry Thumper. I won't do anything like that again. I swear." she says, pleading.

"See! I didn't do anything, man. Please believe me, Heather. I would never pick anyone over you." I say looking at her.

"Okay. I believe you." Heather said, standing up. I watch her as she goes back up the stairs, not once looking up from the floor.

"Tara. You are excused, but keep this in mind...Thumper is off-limits. You see him, you go the other direction. You see Heather, you go the other direction. If you disobey this rule, you'll be out on your ass." Keegan says to her. She agrees and heads back down the stairs leading to the club girls rooms.

I go to stand up and Ace clears his throat. Shit, I knew it was over to quickly, so I sit back down. "You forget a little something while you were up at the cabin?" he asks with a his arms crossed over his chest. He's not a big of a man as I am physically, but the dude scares the piss out of me.

"Not sure I know what you mean, Ace." I say, looking confused at him.

"If she is pregnant, you better not do her shitty. I will end you if you do." he says, and I look towards my dad. "Don't look surprised, and daddy can't help you so don't look over there. I'm trained to get intel from people. You think she wouldn't tell me what had her so worked up the last time I saw her? You underestimate me, boy. Don't fuck up her life any more than it already is. She still has a lot of healing to do. Either help her, or stay the fuck away from her." he says standing up and leaving the clubhouse.

I sit in my own thoughts for a minute, but those are disrupted by the laughter I hear from my so-called family sitting at the bar. "Assholes. This shit isn't funny. He fucking scares the piss out of me." I say, standing up, storming off to the bedroom. When I walk in, I can hear the water running in the bathroom. She's running herself a much deserved hot bath. Maybe I could offer to wash her back for her. That is something that guys do for their girl, right? When I hear the water shut off, I make my way to the bathroom door. I knock and tell her that it's me. She tells me to come in, but doesn't look away from the water. "I just wanted to see if I could help with scrubbing your back for you or something. Might help you relax some. You've had a rough day."

"No, thank you though. I just need a few minutes to myself, if that is alright." she says, not breaking her stare from the bath water.

I feel like such a jerk, and I didn't even do anything wrong. This girl isn't even my girlfriend. Or is she? We haven't really talked about it. "I'll go find us something to watch on tv, maybe order something to eat and have it delivered. You have a preference?" I ask.

"Whatever you decide will be ok. Thank you, Tyson." she says, sinking deeper into the bathtub.

"Okay. I'll figure something out. Take your time. Holler at me if you need anything?" I say, walking out of the bathroom, but leaving the door cracked a little.

I find a classic movie for us, The Princess Bride. Can't go wrong with that one. I ordered several different entrees from the Chinese place up the road, because I know they will deliver to us at the clubhouse. All I have to do now is wait for my own little princess to emerge herself from the bathroom.

After a long half-hour, Heather comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her hair now braided down her back. I watch as she moves around the room collecting clothes to sleep in for the night. I love how her black hair reflects the light from the bedside table lamp. I watch like a weirdo as she lotions up her elbows, knees and hands. She removes her towel, and starts getting herself dressed, ignoring all modesty and the fact that I'm in the same room with her. It's almost like she is showing me that I can look at her, but she doesn't want me to touch her. I'm perfectly fine with that. I'm drawn from my gawking by a call from the guys at the front gate that our food has arrived. "I'm going down to grab food real quick. You going to be okay for a few minutes?" I ask her.

"I'll be fine, Tyson." she says in a low voice.

I walk out of the room, and go get our dinner. As I opened the bedroom door, I could hear her talking to herself and crying. 'You are so stupid, Heather. God! Why are you so ignorant and useless? He doesn't want you. Get that through your head, dumbass. Girls like Tara are who he wants, needs...not some pathetic, short waste of flesh like you.' I heard enough. I know what I must do now. I jiggle the doorknob a little to let her know that I am about to come it, bumping the door open with my foot on the way in. As the door opens, I start talking before she can even see me. "Man, this food smells fucking good! Hope you are hungry." I say, trying to be a little bit excited sounding.

I see her straighten up on the bed, her back is to the door but I can tell she is wiping her face to remove her tears that she has been shedding. I start setting the containers all out on the large coffee table, and notice that she is walking my way. "This is so much, Tyson. I hope you are hungry, because you'll be eating most of this." she says with a giggle, waving her hand over all the food being displayed in front of her.

"I am loading up. I have a fight coming up in 17 days. I start back training tomorrow, so I have to load up on calories. Come on, sit down and dig in. Just eat out of the containers, it taste better that way." I say handing her a fork and a set of chopsticks, because I don't know which one she would prefer. She scooches back on the sofa a little more, crossing her legs indian-style, and starts digging into the chicken fried rice. "I hope you like the movie I picked out." I say, turning the tv on and selecting the perfect movie. I see her eyes light up, and a smile creep across her face. I did good!

She ate half of the container of fried rice, before putting it back down on the table. I see her twist and stretch a little, like she is trying to work her food into place in her stomach. Her eyes barely leave the tv, but when she does look away it is always at me. I let her have her silence and continue to eat while watching the movie with her. "Wow! You weren't kidding about loading up. You seriously ate all of that?" she says after the movie ends and I turn off the tv. "I honestly thought you were kidding. There is no way I could eat a dozen or more different containers full of food." then I hear her chuckle. Best sound in the world!

"You feel like talking for a minute?" I ask her as I start tossing all the empty containers into a trash bag.

"Okay." she says, getting really quiet.

I set the trash by the bedroom door, and walk back over to the sofa. I sit as close as I can to her, and reach out for her hand. She is reluctant to, but she eventually slides her perfect and soft hand into mine. I give it a gentle squeeze, "I would like to know, Heather...Nosie Rosie...would you be mine?" I look at her, hoping she sees how desperate I am to have her say 'Yes'. I have never had a girlfriend...ever...so I am treading on new territory here. I really do like Heather, and it feels right to ask her. My dad always said that he was not interested in being tied down until the day he saw my mom getting out of her car. He said when you see the one that your heart belongs to, you will know. That dude is pretty fucking smart, because that is exactly how I feel. I look at her, and wait for her to answer.

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