Fallen Lords MC: Books 4-6

by Winter Travers

  Boink wanted me, and I was never going to tell him no.

  I was pretty sure he could tell me in the middle of a crowded room that he wanted me right then and there and I wouldn’t tell him no. My feelings for him were deep and strong.

  Deeper than I’ve ever felt for anyone before.

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his bare chest. I wrapped my arms around his neck and panted trying to catch my breath.

  “We can give the fucking devil a ride home if you make it up to me by fucking me like that,” he breathed out.

  “One of us needs to make a snack.”

  “A snack,” he laughed. “How in the hell are you thinking about food right now?”

  We had just had mind-blowing sex and worked up an appetite. Was that really so weird? “Uh, because I’m hungry.”

  “She’s got my dick buried in her sweet cunt, and she’s thinking about food.”

  I clenched my pussy around his dick at his words. “Don’t say things like that.” At least not when I was hungry. He made me hungry for something else other than food.

  “What, cunt?”

  I tipped over onto the couch, and he followed. My back hit the couch, and he covered me with his body. “You can’t talk like some dirty biker and not expect me to get all hot and bothered.”

  “She wants the D again,” he smirked.

  “You are such an ass,” I giggled.

  He buried his face in my neck and tickled my stomach. “Just calling it like it is, M.”

  “Well, how about you feed me, and then we can spend the rest of the night with you giving me the D?”

  “Now that's what I’m fucking talking about.” He pressed a kiss to my lips and rolled off me.

  He strolled into the kitchen bare-assed with his dick swinging between his legs.

  “You gonna cook for me naked?” I called.

  “No point in putting clothes back on,” he called.

  I shot up off the couch and followed him in to the kitchen.

  I had gone from running from the mafia to sitting in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with a naked man cooking for me. I would be a fool to not watch the show he was about to put on.

  I was a lucky bitch, and I knew it.

  *

  Chapter Eighteen

  Boink

  “I don’t like it.”

  She grabbed her purse and hitched it over her shoulder. “I’m going, Boink.”

  “I’ll take you.”

  She shook her head. “Uh, no. You just said you need to check in with Clash, and Carnie is going to be here in two minutes.”

  It was two weeks after the craft fair and things were fucking amazing with Mayra and me.

  She was by my side every day, and every night, my dick was buried inside her while she moaned my name and whispered she was mine before she fell asleep. Things were great, but I was still on edge wanting to keep her safe.

  “It’s six o’clock at night, Mayra. What in the hell are you guys going shopping for?” I demanded.

  “Carnie said she has a big date with Bobby tomorrow and she wants me to come along shopping.”

  “She has a sister to do this shit with. Why the hell can’t she go with her?”

  Mayra rolled her eyes. “You know how Wendy feels about Bobby. Do you really think she would go along with Carnie to find a dress to wear for him?”

  “You don’t like the guy either. Why the hell are you going?”

  She looked out the window next to the front door. “Because I’m trying to be a supportive friend while also trying to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”

  Headlights bobbed down the driveway. “So, it’s just you and her?” I asked.

  She looked over her shoulder and nodded. “Yep. I should be home by eight. We’re going to the Kohl's in the next town over.”

  The next town over was half an hour away. “Mayra.”

  “Okay, fine. I’ll be home by nine, and I’ll have my phone on me the whole time. I’ll even FaceTime you whenever you want.”

  I rolled my eyes and pulled her into my arms. “I’m just trying to keep you safe, M.”

  She reached up and ran her fingers across my cheek. “I know that and I love that you do care about me so much.”

  “I more than care about you, M.”

  She bit her lip. “I know you do.”

  “And I know you more than care about me too.” She loved me. I knew she fucking did. Just like I knew that I loved her. Waking up to her and going to sleep with her every night was all I wanted anymore.

  She leaned up on her tiptoes and a pressed a kiss to my lips. “I’ll show you just how much I care about you as soon as I get home tonight.”

  I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead against hers. “If your ass walks through that door at nine oh one, you’re gonna owe me.”

  “I like the sound of that. Whenever I owe you, we both end up winning.” She pressed another quick kiss to my lips and smiled. “Miss me?” she whispered.

  “Hard not to, M.”

  She closed her eyes and sighed. “Hopefully it won’t take ‘til nine for me to get home.”

  Her ass was going to miss me too.

  Carnie honked the horn.

  “Better get a move on. I’ll be waiting up for you.”

  She strolled out the front door with a wave over her shoulder and pulled the door shut behind her.

  I watched her get in the car and wave at me through the windshield.

  I didn’t expect to fall for her, but here I was, watching her drive away wishing she was in my bed and not in Carnie’s car.

  My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I saw it was Clash calling.

  “Fuck,” I mumbled. I had texted him ten minutes ago I would call and I hadn’t.

  “You forget how to tell time?” he drawled.

  I watched Carnie turn the car around and head down the driveway. “Uh, no. I was saying bye to Mayra.”

  “Where she going?” Clash asked.

  “Shopping with Carnie.”

  “And Carnie would be?”

  “Just a friend that Mayra made.”

  “And she’s safe going somewhere without you?” he questioned.

  I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. “Yeah. There hasn’t been movement anywhere around here.”

  “Well, that’s good. As far as we can tell, the Banachi’s aren’t even close to you. They’re looking for Mayra, but they headed east instead of west.”

  I popped open the beer and leaned against the kitchen counter. “That Wrecker’s doing?”

  Clash chuckled. “Could be. He might have spread around word about a chick looking like Mayra was seen in South Carolina.”

  I couldn't help but laugh. “Nice. Over thirty hours away from where we really are. Gotta hand it to Wrecker. He knows what the hell he is doing.”

  “Yeah, he always seems to be able to be one step ahead of everyone.”

  “He try to talk to Leo about Mayra?” Last Clash had told me, Wrecker was holding the fact that Mayra was under the Fallen Lords protection close to his vest. He was watching everything play out before he showed his cards.

  “Banachi's don’t have a clue about the Fallen Lords.”

  “Well, I guess that’s a good thing, right?”

  “For now, it is. I’m sure there is going to come a time where we’re going to have to make a move, but right now, just hang tight.”

  “Not a problem,” I muttered. If I had to stay in Nowheresville, Utah for the rest of my life with Mayra by my side, I was more than fine with that.

  “Things good with her?”

  “All good.”

  “I’m assuming you’ve tapped that because we all know you have a problem keeping it in your pants,” he laughed.

  “None of your fucking business.” I didn’t want him to talk like that about Mayra. She was different from all of the other girls who had been in my bed.

  They all left.

  Mayra was here to
stay.

  “Oh, hell. Wrecker is going to be pissed.”

  “Why?” I growled.

  “You just joined the pack of merry pussy-whipped fuckers,” he joked.

  “Pretty sure he’s the president of the pack,” I grumbled.

  “That he is, brother. That he is. Alice has him wrapped around her finger like no other yet he still grumbles about Nickel, Pipe, and Maniac. Wait until I tell him we can add your name to that list.”

  Wrecker could be pissed all he wanted. It wasn’t going to change anything. “I’ll give you a call in a couple days.”

  “Sounds good. If I hear anything, I’ll give you a call before then.”

  I ended the call and tossed the phone on the counter.

  That was done.

  Things were still quiet, and Wrecker was still mad at me.

  Nothing new there.

  Now I had three hours to kill before Mayra came home.

  I really was a pussy-whipped fucker standing here trying to figure out what to do without Mayra. This used to be my life. Doing whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and now, I was at a loss on what to do.

  What did I do before Mayra?

  Sleep, drink, and fuck.

  Well, the fucking was out until Mayra got home and I wasn’t tired, so drinking and watching TV were the winners.

  I grabbed another beer from the fridge and settled into the couch.

  It was going to be a long three fucking hours waiting for Mayra.

  *

  Chapter Nineteen

  Mayra

  “You feeling okay?”

  Carnie glanced over at me. “Yeah, I’m great.” Her hands gripped the steering wheel tight. “Just been a long day.”

  We had been driving for fifteen minutes before I finally asked Carnie what was up. I had tried to talk to her, and all she had were one-word answers, and she kept looking around nervously.

  She put on her blinker and pulled into a gravel driveway.

  “Uh, I may not be from around here, Carnie, but I’m pretty sure this isn’t the way to Kohl's.”

  She crept slowly down the driveway. “Uh, this isn’t the way to Kohl's.”

  The hair on the back of my neck stood up at her words. “Then where are we going?”

  She looked over at me with tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.

  “Sorry? Sorry for what, Carnie?”

  She shook her head and kept driving. “I didn’t have any other choice. He took Wendy.”

  “Who took Wendy?” I demanded. I reached for the steering wheel but she put her hand in my chest to hold me back.

  “Bertha, I’m sorry. He said if I didn’t bring you to him, he was going to kill Wendy. I can’t let him hurt Wendy.”

  “Who is he?!” I shouted.

  “Bobby,” she sobbed. “He took Wendy, and as long as I bring you to him, he won't hurt her. I just…I don’t know.”

  Fuck.

  I had just been lured to my imminent death. I pulled out my phone to call Boink.

  “It won’t work,” she said sadly. “He told me as soon as I turned into the driveway, your phone wouldn’t work. I wanted to tell you, but I need to get Wendy back. I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was like this.”

  “Why does he want me, Carnie? What did he tell you?”

  She hiccupped and wiped her nose with her sleeve. “He said you’re not who you say you are, and that you did something bad.”

  Shit. Bobby worked for the Banachi’s. I was right having a bad feeling about him.

  I was fucking right, and now I was being slowly driven to my death by Carnie.

  “I’m not who I said I was, Carnie, but I didn’t do anything wrong. Not like what you are thinking. Bobby works for bad people.”

  “I know,” she sobbed. “I didn’t believe him, but he pulled a gun on Wendy and me. He told me what I needed to do, and then he took off with her. But now I need to get Wendy back. I can’t let him hurt her.”

  I didn’t want Wendy to get hurt either. But at the moment, the only way it seemed to stop that was to give him me in exchange for her. “He’s going to let you and Wendy go once you get me there?”

  She nodded. “That’s what he said. He promised we could leave once he had you.”

  I wasn’t sure how much I could believe his word, but I needed to get Carnie and Wendy out of here safely. “Keep driving, Carnie.”

  She looked over at me. “I’m so sorry, Bertha.”

  I shook my head. “It’s Mayra, Carnie, and you don’t need to be sorry. This is all my fault.” I had thought by coming to Utah that everyone would be safe, but instead, I had put my new friends into danger.

  Elle and Agnes were going to kill me if anything happened to Carnie and Wendy. That is, if Bobby didn’t kill me first.

  “You never came across as a Bertha to me anyway,” she said lamely.

  I smiled sadly. “I didn’t want to lie to you guys, but you now see the reason why I needed to. I have some not so nice guys after me.”

  We slowly drove around a bend and stopped in front a of a run-down shed. “Uh, this is it. He said he would be waiting inside for us.”

  There was a black SUV parked on the side if the shed and a rusty truck parked by the door.

  “I’m assuming that is the truck Bobby drove,” I mumbled.

  “Yeah. I don’t know who is in the SUV, though. There aren’t cars like that around here,” Carnie pondered.

  The car wasn’t from anyone around here. It was the Banachi’s. “Let’s go.” I opened my door, but Carnie grabbed my arm.

  “Wait,” she called. “I’m really sorry about this, Ber—, ah, I mean Mayra. If I had known Bobby was a douche, I never would have given him the time of day.”

  This really wasn’t her fault. If she hadn’t fallen for Bobby’s load of crap, then the Banachi's would have found another way to get to me. As long as I got her and Wendy out of here without either of them getting hurt, I would be happy. “You’re fine, Carnie. I know you didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

  She let go of my arm, and I put one foot on the leaf-covered ground. “I’ll send Wendy out. Just stay here.”

  Carnie shook her head. “No, I’m coming in with you.”

  “Carnie, you ca—” She opened her door, slipped from the car, and slammed it on my words. “Whelp, alrighty then,” I mumbled.

  I got out of the car and shut the door. “You come in with me, get Wendy, and then you leave.”

  “Nobody’s leaving before you, Mayra.” Bobby walked out from behind the SUV with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. “You almost didn’t make it in time, Carnie.”

  Carnie moved next to me, and I grabbed her hand. “Don’t move,” I whispered. I needed to figure out where Wendy was and how I was going to get her and Carnie out of here.

  “You know, you had me going for a second. Almost didn’t think it was you, but then the Fallen Lord bitch showed up, and I knew you were her.” Bobby stood in front of Carnie and me. “Get inside. Don’t say a fucking word. Apollo doesn’t like talking.”

  I squeezed Carnie’s hand and nodded. I stepped around Bobby and moved to the shed. I couldn’t be afraid of Bobby when I knew there was someone else inside to fear. Bobby was just the messenger of what was to come.

  Carnie pulled open the door, and I stepped inside.

  “Bertha! Help me!” Wendy screamed.

  My eyes adjusted to the bright light in the shed, and I saw Wendy tied to a chair in the middle of the floor.

  “Wendy,” Carnie shouted. She darted out, but Bobby grabbed her by the arm and put her in a choke hold.

  “I wouldn’t move so fast, pretty. That could get you hurt,” he growled in her ear.

  All the bad feelings I had about Bobby were dead-on. His tongue snaked out, and he licked Carnie’s earlobe.

  “Please don’t,” she cried.

  “I did like the way you screamed my name,” he whispered.

  Carnie gagged and shook her he
ad. “Never again,” she vowed.

  Jesus Christ. I wanted to get Carnie and out of here to safety, but I had a feeling getting out of here wasn’t going to make everything back to normal for Carnie. A tear leaked from her eye, and Bobby licked it from her face. “So sweet,” he whispered.

  “Bobby, quit being creepy.”

  I looked around the shed, trying to figure out where the voice had come from.

  “I’ll have you again,” Bobby whispered to Carnie. Carnie struggled against his hold, and he finally let her go.

  “Creep,” she hissed at him. She spit in his direction, and he put his fingers into the shape of a V and pressed them to his lips. He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it around.

  “Bobby, now you’re making me uncomfortable,” the voice said again.

  “Just please untie Wendy and let them go,” I pleaded.

  A man stepped out from the corner of the shed. He was dressed in a dark suit with a blood red tie. “I apologize for Bobby. You can see why he was the man for the job to send to the wilderness to blend in with the natives.”

  I grabbed Carnie’s arm and pulled her close to me again. “I’m here. Please just let Carnie and Wendy go.”

  The man shook his head. “We don’t even get to do introductions?” He moved next to Wendy and looked down at her. “Wendy and I got to know each other, so why don’t you two get to know me too.”

  “This doesn’t have anything to do with them. Just please, don’t hurt them,” I pleaded.

  The man nodded at Bobby. “Bring us some chairs.”

  Bobby grunted. He didn’t seem too happy to be taking orders from this guy, but even I could tell that no one fucked with him.

  “I’m Apollo. I’m here on behalf of Leo Banachi.” Bobby gave Apollo a chair first, then shoved two in the direction of Carnie and me. “Please sit,” he said, gesturing at the chairs.

  I racked my brain trying to figure out how to get Carnie, Wendy, and I out of there. From what I could tell, neither of them had a gun, though they both looked like they could take us all at once without breaking a sweat. I nodded to Carnie to let her know to sit. The opportunity to get out of here was not presenting itself to me at the moment.