Michail

by P. T. Macias

  I smile, looking at Linda talking to the man. I don’t think that she even noticed that I disappeared.

  I walk down the bar, tending to the customers. Some of them closed out their tab, and others continued after my shift.

  “Linda, I clocked out,” I say, smiling. I look at Michael sitting at the end of the bar tapping his fingers. He stares at my ass, and I should be pissed, but I’m not.

  No, because it’s Michael. Something about him draws me in, I feel him close, I love his scent.

  Linda stops talking to the guy, nods looking at me.

  “Okay, have a nice night Ticia,” Linda says, walking down the bar to tend to the customers.

  “Thanks, you too,” I say, smiling, walking over to Michail. I stop next to him, loving how he pulls me in close, wrapping me in his strong arms. He kisses my neck, whispering.

  “Baby, let’s go because I can’t wait to love you all damn night,” Michail says, firing up my heartbeat. He takes my hand in his, lacing our fingers.

  I quickly changed out of my skimpy uniform into my jeans and t-shirt.

  I love everything about this man, and I’m not afraid. I’m confident that this is right. I can’t ignore this gut feeling, my soul, this deep connection.

  We walk out of the bar into the parking lot. He walks over to his bike; my stomach flips with excitement.

  “Michail, what about my car,” I say, chewing my lip.

  “Don’t worry, let me text Ron,” Michael says, nodding. He pulls out his cell phone and texts the manager.

  “All good, have you ever been on a bike,” Michael asks, smiling.

  “No,” I say breathlessly, gathering my hair into a ponytail.

  “Hold on tight, lean against me,” Michail says, smirking. He takes out the extra helmet from his black leather saddlebag.

  Michail pulls the helmet onto my head, snapping close the straps. He gets on first and helps me onto the bike. I lean into him, hugging him close.

  I love it, the air swirling around us, his scent assaulting my senses, the leather, his warmth are intoxicating. My senses are a mass of emotions and scents. I feel one with Michail and with the world.

  We arrived in a few minutes, and it was over too soon, but I’m good. Now I get to spend time with Michail in his arms.

  I should be wary, doubtful about what he said, but I feel that he’s sincere. I don’t have any reason not to take this risk. It’s not like people don’t hook up every day.

  I’m sure that I wouldn’t regret it.

  He’s the man that I’ve been waiting for my entire life.

  I smile, biting my lip when he gets off the bike, taking off his helmet, hanging it on his handlebars. He holds out his hand to help me. He takes off the helmet, kissing me softly. He pulls back, turning to store the helmet inside the saddlebag.

  “Michail, I’ve never been to this side of Sacramento,” I say, smiling.

  “I’m so happy that you’re here at my home,” Michail says, taking my hand as we walk up to his home.

  I look at the cute house that has a porch with a pair of rocking wooden chairs and a small round table with a basket full of seasonal flowers.

  I’m in love. It looks so welcoming, so warm.

  “This looks so inviting,” I say, smiling.

  “I’m glad that you like it,” Michail says, pulling towards the front door.

  He opens the door, and we walk into the living room. The room decoration is black, greys, and white. I love the black leather sofa seat with a recliner.

  “Oh, I love it, it’s so masculine,” I say, smiling.

  “Come here, let me show you my bedroom,” Michail says, smirking. He pulls me along the hallway and into his bedroom. I stand at the door, looking at the huge bed.

  “It looks so deliciously sinful,” I say, blushing.

  “Baby girl, you’re so damn cute. In fact, you’re unique,” Michail says, pulling me into his arms.

  His lips take mine in a hungry, demanding kiss.

  I wrap my arms around his waist, melting into him. I’ve never felt like this. Yeah, of course, I’ve never been near a man like this before, not counting asshats assault.

  Okay, I need to forget about it because Michail is not Ralph. He’s hot, sexy, and really turns me on.

  I pull at his cut, pushing his black t-shirt up. I run my hands up his back, running them down, scratching his back. I can feel his body tremble against mine.

  This is so freaking exciting to feel that he reacts to my touch, to my kiss. It’s so powerful, sexy, and enlightening.

  I love it!

  “Baby girl, you’re driving me insane,” Michail says, pulling up my top, moving his hands up to unclip my bra.

  Oh, my God!

  Michail gazes into my eyes as he cups my breast. He moves his thumb over my nipple; then, he leans down, sucking and licking my nipple.

  I moan, holding on to his waist, closing my eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Michail says, moving his hot mouth to my other nipple. His hands move to unzip my jeans. He pushes them down, leaving me in my red bikini panties.

  He releases my nipple, takes a step back to look at me.

  I look into his heated brown eyes; then they move to look at my breasts, then down. I can feel heat spread through my body. I’m so turned on.

  Michail unzips his jeans and pushes them off along with his boots. He then picks me up and walks over to his huge bed, placing me on his bed. He takes off my shoes, running his hands up and down my leg.

  He looks at me, kissing my foot, slowly moving up my leg, staring into my eyes.

  I gasp, opening my mouth to help with my breathing. My heart pounds in my chest, it feels constricted, tight. I tremble, looking at how damn hot Michail is. His body is perfect, muscular, and I love his chest. Oh, his abs are so lickable.

  Yeah, I’m ready for this.

  “Oh . . . . . . that feels so good,” I say, whimpering.

  “Look at me, love you,” Michail says, placing his hot mouth over my bikini panty. I can feel his warm breath on my aching flesh.

  I pant, moving my hips up to his mouth, moaning.

  Michael moves his fingers under my panties, sliding them down. I stare into his eyes, watching his eyes heat up as he leans in licking my flesh.

  “Ah. . . I like that,” I say, looking into Michail’s hungry eyes. I bite my lip, watching his mouth suck my flesh, sending a warm tingle through my body, an ache deep inside my pussy.

  I throw back my head, shifting my hips towards his mouth.

  I feel so greedy, so shameless, but it feels so good. I move my hand, pulling Michail closer.

  My stomach quivers and I feel my pussy throb with need.

  “Michail, please,” I whimper, sliding my leg over his shoulder.

  “Come for me, Baby girl,” Michail says, rubbing his finger over my aching flesh.

  I fall over the edge; my pussy tightens deep inside; I feel my body tense.

  “Ohhhh. . . yes, Michail,” I yell, moving my head from side to side.

  “Baby girl, I need you,” Michail says, pulling down his boxers.

  I look at his hard-thick cock, biting my lip.

  “Gosh, you look so good,” I say, looking into his eyes.

  “I’m going to make you feel good,” Michail says, moving up sliding deep inside.

  I open my eyes wide, moaning as I stare into his eyes.

  “You feel so good,” I say, shifting to take him deeper inside.

  “Baby girl, this is just the beginning,” Michail says, growling.

  He slides in and out, holding onto my hips as he loves me. He thrusts deeper and faster, making me feel so good.

  “Oh my God, you feel so good,” I yell, digging my heels into his firm ass.

  Michail, moves faster inside my tight pussy, pushing me over the edge. I see his eyes, and grunts tell me that he’s ready to climax with me.

  “Fuck! Baby girl, you’re so damn tight,” Michail says, growling.

 
; He leans down, kissing me deeply, demanding every part of my being.

  Seven

  Michail

  A few days later.

  I can’t believe how easy it is to be with Leticia. I can’t get enough of her; we spend all of our time together.

  I am aware that I love her as much as I love fucking her.

  I love connecting with her soul when I’m gazing into her heated brown eyes when I’m fucking her sweet pussy.

  She takes me to heaven.

  She’s mine.

  The girl has my heart in her hands, and my soul seared into her soul. She’s always on my mind!

  Fuck!

  Forget about any other girl getting into my bed; it’s not happening.

  I can’t stand the thought of being with another girl.

  For the first time in my life, I’m fucking hooked. I’m falling fast and hard. We’re falling into a routine; it scares me, but at the same time, it warms my soul.

  I’m not trying to escape.

  Nope.

  I want more!

  I do the MC’s runs, taking care of the business, and then after the run, I stop at the Blue Night bar. I have a drink, waiting for my Baby girl to get off.

  I take Leticia home at the end of her shift, love her all night, and make her an awesome breakfast. She loves the breakfasts that I cook for her but sometimes insists on helping out. Then I drop her off at her apartment so she can get ready for work.

  But I don’t like taking her back to her apartment; I want her next to me twenty-four, seven.

  I want her to live with me.

  She’s mine!

  I’m going to make damn sure of having Leticia stay at my place, permanently.

  I’m just biding my time.

  I don’t want to scare her.

  My Baby girl is young.

  I park my bike, looking around the parking lot, checking that Leticia parked near the back door. That’s the spot that I created just for her because I want her to be safe when she gets here and leaves.

  Today she’s doing a double shift again, so I’m taking her out to dinner to give her a break.

  I can’t wait to have her as my old lady, in my home, because I want her to stop working. I can take care of her. She deserves everything she wants, and she’s my queen.

  I know it’s going to be soon because I wouldn’t wait much longer.

  I need her. She lights up my soul and fires up my heart.

  I walk into the Blue Night, looking around at the patrons. I look at the barmaids, and then I walk over to the bar. I take my seat at the end of the bar, where I can monitor the entire room.

  “Hi,” Leticia walks up, placing a beer in front of me. I turn to look at her, gazing into her eyes. Then I look at her red pouty lips that I want to kiss.

  “Hi Baby is it almost time for your lunch break,” I say, smiling. I grab the beer taking a pull.

  “Yes, in a few minutes,” Leticia says, blushing.

  “Okay, I’m taking you out to dinner,” I say, winking.

  “Okay,” Leticia says, walking down the bar one more time.

  I watch Leticia walk away, and I look around the Blue Night. It appears that things are coming together, and I know that Slink has the cameras installed. He hacks into the PC to get all of the reports to turn over to the Treasurer, Dash.

  I tap my fingers to the beat of the music, looking at the men and ladies that walk in. The bouncer is a cool motherfucker, but he’s green. I think that we need to get one of the brothers to help out as a bouncer.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” Leticia says, walking over to me.

  I pull her into my arms, kissing her softly.

  “Let’s get you some food,” I say, taking her hand, lacing our fingers.

  I feel like I have something to live for, a purpose.

  Fuckingtastic.

  We walk out of the bar, and over to my bike. I take out the helmet pulling on Leticia gazing into her beautiful soft brown eyes.

  “Baby girl,” I whisper, pulling her close to kiss her. I wrap my arms around her small waist, feeling her firm breasts sink into me. I pull back, smiling. ‘

  I get on my bike, and I wait for Leticia to climb on, wrapping her arms around my waist.

  It’s heaven and hell because I have to concentrate and wait for later. Her scent teases my senses and her touch burns. My cock instantly salutes my Baby.

  Yeah, I can’t fucking believe how much and how often I want her.

  I pull out of the parking, riding down the road to the restaurant that I love. I love taking Leticia there because she loves the food.

  We have dinner and talk. Leticia tells me about her Mama, about her death, and how alone she is.

  I hold onto her hand, listening to her, feeling her pain.

  “I’m sorry for your loss, Baby girl. I promise that I’m here for you, forever,” I say, pulling her hand up. I kiss her knuckles, slowly kiss her wrist. I keep her wrist next to my lips to feel the erratic beat of her heart.

  Fuckingtastic.

  I know that she feels the same; she feels this insane connection.

  Yeah, our souls are one.

  Eight

  Michail

  A few days later.

  The streets are full of commuters; it’s time for the people to head home. I zip in and out around the cars doing the run. I’m on the run to deliver the drugs to the Royal Mambas; this should be a breeze.

  This order is more significant than their usual order; therefore, Stan asked me to make the run. This run is usually done by one of the recently patched brothers to give them the experience.

  The run will take a few minutes, and then I’m heading out to see my Baby girl.

  Leticia is unique; she’s mine. I love spending time with her; I told Stan that I would monitor the Blue Night bar to be there close to her.

  I take her home after her shift, and I’ve taken her out to dinner when she was off her work schedule. Damn, my Baby girl works too much, but I like that. She’s not lazy; she has ambition. I love everything about her, and yeah, she makes my blood pump, shooting straight to my cock in zero seconds.

  Hell, I need to stop thinking about her because my cock is stirring, and I need to be clear-headed.

  I follow the GPS to the meeting site. A couple of minutes later, I’m riding down the street looking for the address.

  Hell, this is Leticia’s neighborhood. What the fuck. This place is too dangerous for my Baby girl; I need to talk to her about living here.

  I ride down the block, turning to ride into the back alley of the apartment complex. I turn off my bike, pulling off my helmet. I get off, looking around for the punks.

  Damn it; it is Leticia’s apartment; that’s her car.

  “Hey, fucker,” Ralph yells, shooting his Glock with a silencer.

  I turn to look at the Royal Mambas, feeling two shots. I fall, glaring at two motherfuckers.

  “Motherfucker,’ I yell, feeling the searing pain in my shoulder and left leg.

  “You snooze, you lose,” Ralph says, walking over to my bike.

  Nestor stands near me, aiming his Glock. He grins, looking at me, glancing quickly at Ralph.

  Ralph opens my saddlebags and pulls out the two bags.

  “Whoop hoo,” Ralph yells, laughing.

  “Motherfuckers, this is not a bright idea,” I growl, glaring at them.

  “Shut the fuck up,” Ralph says, walking over to kick my side.

  “You know that you just signed your death wish,” I snarl, shifting quickly, I swing my right leg, trying to drop him by kicking his legs.

  But the little shit, moves out of my way, laughing.

  “Nah, it wouldn’t happen because you’re a pussy, you all are,” Ralph says, snickering.

  “You’re a stupid motherfucker,” I growl, pushing my hand against my shoulder, trying to stop the bleeding.

  “Let’s go, Nestor,” Ralph yells, taking a step back.

  “What about Leticia, we can’t leave her,”
Nestor says, staring at Ralph.

  “Fuck that bitch! There’s more pussies out in the world. That bitch never put out, I had to take what I wanted,” Ralph says, laughing.

  “Son of a bitch, all of this time, I thought that she wanted to fuck you! You raped her,” Nestor says, walking over to Ralph. He swings his arm back, punching his mouth.

  “You fucking little shit! Since when are you all protective of Leticia? She’s not your real sister, and I know that you want to fuck her! Let’s get out of here,” Ralph yells, glaring at Nestor. He wipes his split lip on his long sleeve black t-shirt. He waves the Glock at Nestor, flipping his head, signaling to move.

  Nestor looks at me and walks away, shoving his Glock into his jacket.

  I can’t fucking believe it!

  These punks shot me because I was thinking of Leticia.

  What the fuck was that all about?

  Are they talking about my Leticia?

  Did that motherfucker rape my Baby girl?

  Now what?

  I’m going to bleed out.

  I’m not ready to die.

  I want to spend my life with Leticia at my side.

  I look down at the apartment complex, my eyelids lower. I try to stay awake, but my eyes close.

  Nine

  Leticia

  The loud roaring sound of the motorcycle resonates through the window. I smile, thinking of Michail.

  That motorcycle sounds like Michail!

  I rush to look through the back window. I look right and left, searching for Michail. He didn't call me to tell me that he's coming over.

  Oh yeah, it is Michail.

  I watch him get off his bike and take off his helmet. He looks down the back alley at my car, then looks at my apartment.

  I wave, but I know that he can't see me. My heart is beating swiftly; I'm so fucking excite to see him here so early in the day.

  Crappityfuck!

  That's Ralph and Nestor! What in the hell are they doing here? They're heading towards Michail.

  Oh, my God!

  They have a gun, and they're aiming it at Michail.