Finding Love With A Biker At Christmas

Chapter 6 - New Home, New Family.

Elena's P.O.V.

Urgh!!.

Why am I in so much pain? and what the hell is that beeping noise?.

My eyes felt heavy, my soul felt numb and my body felt like it had just done ten bouts with Mike Tyson.

I tried to move my body which felt like it had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler but pain shot right through me, specifically in my head, chest and ribs which forced me to stop moving.

I also tried to open my eyes but every time I opened them, I had to instantly close them again because my vision was blurry and I was seeing two of everything.

I don't remember much about what happened or how I ended up in the hospital, in fact, the only thing I can remember is confronting Tristan and Brandy, my husband going crazy and beating me like a madman after I had told him that I wanted a divorce and also me packing my things to leave for good but I don't remember much after that.

I tried to recollect what happened or at least I tried to find the tiniest clue that could help me out but there was nothing except for a blank, black space.

Fuck.

I groaned to myself in frustration as I gave up on trying to remember anything because doing this was causing me even more unnecessary pain in my already sore head.

I winced in pain slightly as I raised my hand to rub the spot that was hurting me so much when all of a sudden, I heard a very familiar voice which put me at ease and made me feel relaxed.

"Don't worry, old man, Elena's safe, I promise you, I've got guards watching over her both in and outside of the hospital, not to mention, I've given the staff here strict instructions to not give out any information on her or let anyone visit her unless it's you, me or Rage"

Brandon?.

My brother's here with me?.

I once again tried to open my eyes as I attempted to speak but all I could muster up was a pained groan which thankfully caught Brandon's attention.

"Elena...oh Elena, thank god, you're awake"

Brandon immediately rushed over to me and kissed my forehead as he gently caressed my hair.

"Are you ok, sweetheart? how are you feeling?"

"Sore"

I groaned huskily.

"What happened?"

I asked as I looked up at my brother.

"Tristan is what happened, Ellie, he threw you into your marble staircase"

"Well, that's new"

Just when I think this man can't sink any lower with his abuse of me, he surprises me.

"I guess that explains why it feels like I've got a Bourbon street rave going on times ten in my head"

I say with a chuckle and Brandon also laughs but it was only brief.

"Yeah but it doesn't explain the rest of your injuries, kiddo"

Brandon says and I look up at him.

"What happened, Elena?"

"I already told you what happened, Brand"

"You told me the Cliffs Notes version, Ellie, now I want the whole story"

He said and I let out a sigh before explaining everything to him.

"Around seven months ago, while I was in the process of trying to find a safe way out of my marriage without getting myself severely hurt or worse killed, I received a text message from a friend of mine with a picture she'd taken of Tristan and Brandy together in the Bahamas when he was supposed to be on a 'business trip'...I already knew he was cheating on me but I didn't know who he was cheating with or for how long and to be honest with you, Brand...I didn't care, so I planned my escape from him for good"

I stopped to take a breath.

"Today after I had met with a divorce lawyer with daddy, I went home to confront Tristan and there he was in our marital home, in our marital bed riding Brandy like the ass that she is...they both tried to play the victim but I wasn't interested and I was officially done with them"

"Are you ok?"

Brandon asked me and I could tell he was angry because his grip on my hand had tightened quite a bit.

"Relax Brandon, please"

"Relax? how can I relax Elena Jade when your bastard husband and our slutty sister began an affair with each other after you had suffered the biggest loss of your entire life and then carried it on like it's normal? I mean, how heartless can they be?"

He asked me and I could tell how pissed he was because he only ever calls me by my full name Elena Jade when he's angry.

"At the time, Brandon, it devastated me and it broke my heart to know that the man that I thought I loved and who I thought loved me could be so heartless but now...now, I don't feel anything except for relief because I've got no excuses to stay with the bastard anymore"

I say as tears start to trickle down my cheeks which I quickly wiped away.

"Anyway...after Brandy proudly told me that she was pregnant with Tristan's baby, I told him that I wanted a divorce and I left to call you but before I could even reach for my phone, the asshole had caught up with me and beat me to a pulp"

"He must've been pretty angry with you kid, you've suffered some nasty injuries thanks to that bastard"

Brandon says and I nod my head.

"Of course he was angry, narcissists always are when they lose control of something or in this case someone that they don't want to lose control of"

I say with a slight whimper as Brandon sits down on the bed beside me and gently wipes away my tears with his free hand.

"Why would you let him control you, Ellie?...you've always been a strong and independent girl who never let any man, not even me or our father tell you what to do or what to say, so why him, sweetheart? why would you let a scumbag like Tristan Lockwood control you?"

"It's not like I planned it, Brandon"

I said with a scoff.

"To be honest with you, I didn't even realise he was controlling me until it was too late and by then...he was too strong and I couldn't fight him"

"What do you mean?"

Brandon asks confused and I let out a sigh.

"Do you remember the story grams used to tell us when we were kids about the two wolves inside of us, the good wolf and the bad wolf and the one you feed the most is the one who wins?"

"Yeah"

"Well, it's kind of like that with Tristan and me...I was the good wolf and he was the bad wolf who got bigger and stronger the more he abused me and played on my insecurities or used me whenever I was feeling vulnerable and the stronger he got, the weaker I became"

I whispered the last part as another whimper left my mouth.

I hated feeling this weak and vulnerable and I wished I could just click my fingers and go back to being the old badass Elena who feared nothing and would kick a person's ass just for looking at her funny but I fear that this girl may be gone for good thanks to Tristan.

"You're not weak, Elena but you were weakened by Tristan"

"Huh, what do you mean?"

I ask confused and Brandon lets out a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair.

"The doctors ran a drug test on you when you were unconscious and they found a high volume of benzodiazepines in your system"

Brandon says and I look at him feeling shocked.

"Benzodiaz...isn't that an anti-depressant?"

I ask him and he nods his head.

"It's used for that, yes but in high dosages, it can also be used as a sedative and I think that's what Tristan was doing to you, kid, I believe he was drugging you to keep you feeling weak so that he could control you how he wanted without you fighting back which makes sense because the Ellie I know would never let a man treat her this way"

"Well, that explains a lot, I guess"

I said as I furiously wiped another tear away from my face.

I can't believe that bastard was drugging me, I can't believe I didn't notice.

"Don't cry, baby, you're free from him now and once these drugs are out of you're system you can get back to being the old you, the you who kicked ass and took names while doing it"

"I doubt I'll ever get back to that, Brand"

I say with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah you will, you just need to remember who and what you are and you need to get it in that big, beautiful, smart and incredibly stubborn head of yours that nobody, not Brandy and certainly not your asshole husband is worth you losing yourself and everything you've worked so hard for, do you understand me?"

He asks me and I nod my head.

"You're right but how do I do that?"

I ask while looking Brandon in his beautiful brown eyes.

"Well first, we'll fix you physically and then we'll fix you mentally and emotionally, after that we'll work on building a bigger and stronger Elena one who doesn't take any s**t from anybody"

Brandon says and I chuckle.

"And my divorce?"

I ask him and he smiles cheekily at me.

"Don't worry, kiddo, I've got a great attorney"

"So have I"

I say with a smile.

A Few Days Later...

"Be careful, sweetheart, take it easy"

Brandon says and I huff in frustration.

"Brandon, I love you, I really do but I swear to god if you tell me to be careful or to take it easy one more time, I'm gonna stick my foot so far up your ass people will think you're a unicorn"

I say and he chuckles but he wasn't the only one, someone else laughed as well.

"She's got a mouth on her this one, hasn't she?"

"She's her daddy through and through, Linebacker"

What the hell?.

Who are these guys?.

I look around at the five guys who look like rough, mean motherfuckers and they're all sitting on bikes, well, the majority of them are, there's one standing up and he was looking at me intently.

The guy had longish, dirty blonde hair kind of like Jason Momoa's, he's got a naturally tanned skin tone like mine, as well as muscles for days and he's covered in tattoos most of which looked like they were tribal designs.

He also looked a little familiar to me but I couldn't put my finger on why that is.

"Jesus Brand, why are the Sons Of Anarchy outside of my house?"

I asked Brandon who laughed along with the group of men.

"Actually princess, we're the sons of chaos and destruction and brothers of the Demon Kings MC"

"Wow, you really are a motorcycle gang, aren't you?"

I asked with shock in my tone and on my face before it quickly changed to amusement.

"This is so cool, mom would flip her s**t if she were here right now"

I say with a chuckle earning a confused frown from one of the men.

"And why's that, princess?"

"Our mom hates bikers and biker gangs, Linebacker"

Brandon says with annoyance in his tone.

"Hate is an understatement actually"

The Jason Momoa lookalike in front of me says while rolling his eyes and I look at him confused.

How would he know what my mom's stance on bikers is?.

"Wow, she sounds like a right bitch...oops, no offence"

"None taken, she is one"

Brandon says as he gently squeezes my shoulder.

"Exactly, I always thought I'd marry Jax Teller but thanks to my mother's encouragement I ended up married to Ike Turner"

I say while rolling my eyes and the boys chuckle.

Even though Tristan and I were childhood sweethearts and at one point I did love him with all of my heart, there was a time during college when I doubted the future of our relationship and I found myself being attracted to this guy who was the same age as my brother and he was s*x on legs.

He was also everything I found attractive in a man, he was tall, tanned and muscular with some tattoos and piercings and rode around on a sexy black, red and silver Harley Davidson, he was the literal definition of a bad boy biker.

His name was Tanner Young and I was ready and willing to risk everything with my ex for just one night with him but as soon as my mom caught wind of me potentially straying away from Tristan, she quickly called me up and made me feel guilty about my feelings, she also told me that my future is with Tristan and not with some 'dirtbag biker'.

Little did my mother know that while we were in college, Tristan and I were on a break and I had a brief fling with Tanner who affectionately called me Mia Bella whenever we were together which means my beauty in Italian.

"Anyway kiddo, let's get you inside so you can relax, you're still injured, remember?"

"But wait, I wanna know why there are bikers here? and how do you know them?"

I ask Brandon who sighs as he looks down at me with a smile.

"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you, kid"

"Try me"

I said with determination in my voice as my brother silently ran a hand through his hair.

"She deserves to know, Brandon, she deserves to know everything"

Everything?.

What does Aquaman mean by that?.

"Can we talk about this inside please, Ellie?"

"Sure"

I say sounding confused and annoyed.

Brandon smiled at me before helping me inside of my new home with the help of Aquaman's twin earning whines from these supposedly big and bad bikers.

"You guys stay out here and stand guard, call us if you need us for anything"

"Are you kidding, Brandon?"

"Yeah, why can't you guys talk out here so we can witness the fireworks go off?"

"Lord, give me strength"

Brandon groaned whilst rubbing his forehead.

"Look just stay out here ok and if Viper calls just tell him I'm busy with my sister"

"Yes, sir"

One of the men said as he saluted my brother while I looked at them confused.

"Who's Viper?"

"He's your Jax Teller, princess"

The blonde guy said and my mouth dropped open as my eyes widened while Brandon and Khal Drogo who were standing on either side of me groaned.

"Come on, Ellie"

Brandon grabbed hold of my hand and led me inside of the beautiful one-storey home which wasn't big or extravagant but it was enough for me for now while I recover and deal with Tristan and our divorce.

"Take a seat in the living room, kiddo, I'll get you some water for your meds and get us some tea"

"Ok, Brand"

I headed over to the couch and sat down with a little help from Brandon's friend who then sat down in the armchair next to the couch.

A comfortable silence fell over us which I decided to break because I hate silence, it doesn't matter if it's comfortable or awkward, I just hate it.

"So...what was it like to work with Emilia Clarke?"

"Huh"

"I guess you liked working with her more than you did Amber Heard, huh, I bet you were relieved when she got cut from the second Aquaman movie"

I say and Jason's twin looks at me confused.

"I..I don't understand, what do you mean?"

"You look like Jason Momoa on steroids"

I tell him and he throws his head back laughing which sounded like Jason's laugh as well very manly and hearty.

"I'll take that as a compliment, princess"

"You should, he's hot"

I said not realising that this comment would be very inappropriate in about five minutes time.

"Leave Rage alone, princess, he's had enough trauma for one day"

Brandon chuckles as he hands us both a cup of tea.

"Rage? how did you get that name?"

"My former president gave me it after he had seen me lose my s**t"

"What did you do?"

I ask as I take a sip of my tea.

"Don't be nosey, Ellie Bear"

Brandon says as he sits down next to me.

"No, it's ok Brand, I was...I guess you could say temperamental when I was younger..."

"Still are"

Brandon said with a scoff as he drank from his cup earning a glare from Rage.

"Well, it runs in the family"

Rage growls at Brandon who snickered as he shakes his head.

"Anyway...I used to have a really bad anger streak in me which I still have today but it's not as bad as when I was younger...one day I got into an argument with my sister which was so bad I almost hit her but I didn't because I'm a real man and I don't hit women, so instead, I took a baseball bat and I went to town on the garage breaking everything in my sight, I didn't realise the damage I had done until I woke up the next day and pres told me what I had done and he officially gave me the road name Rage...the funny thing is that to this day I still don't remember doing what I did"

"You mean you blacked out?"

I ask and he nods his head.

"Wow, your sister must be a right b***h"

"Yeah, she is...you'd know that better than anyone, princess"

Rage says and I look at him confused.

"What do you mean? how would I know what your sister is like?"

Rage lets out a breath as he briefly narrows his eyes at my brother before looking back at me.

"Because Elena, my government name is Carter Daniels and my sister's name is...her name is Monica"

I was confused at first but then it all clicked into place for me like some crazy ass jigsaw.

"Monica Daniels as in my mom...Monica Daniels?"

I ask him and he nods his head.

"Yes, sweetheart"

"Which means that you're..."

"Yes, I'm your uncle, Elena"

Holy s**t.