by P. T. Macias
Oh, my God!
That hurt.
The bastard is a fucking jerk!
My eyes tear up, and I move my body, trying to headbutt him.
“Fuck Ralph, leave her alone,” Nestor says, walking out of the room.
“I’ll be back,” Ralph growls, squeezing my breast.
Fourteen
Michail
“Bear,” Doc says, pushing my shoulder.
My eyelids flutter, I’m trying to open my eyes. I can see Doc and Jaxx next to me.
“Is he okay,” Jaxx asks, tearing my t-shirt.
“I need to clean up the wound, stitch it up, and put on a dressing. Let me get Bear some pain killer into him because I know that he’s going to want to go after his girl,” Doc says, pulling out the medicine from his bag.
Doc is one of the brothers that’s been in the MC for decades. He was a doctor in the Marines, so he knows what he’s doing.
“Right,” Jaxx says, walking away.
“Boom, check the rooms, and Tex go look for his bike,” Jaxx yells, looking at the brothers.
I can hear them, and it takes me a few minutes to open my eyes.
Thank the fuck!
I feel alert; no pain, it’s gone.
“How do you feel,” Doc asks, wrapping a compression bandage around my stomach to give it extra protection.
“Doc, I feel a lot better,” I say, coughing.
“Here, have some water,” Doc says, handing me the water bottle.
I take a few pulls of water, looking at Jaxx.
“What the fuck is going on,” Jaxx asks, staring at me.
“The motherfuckers Mambas shot me, took the damn drug, and they took my old lady,” I yell, shifting on the recliner.
“Why would they take your old lady,” Jaxx asks, rubbing his neck.
“The motherfucker Ralph is the new Royal Mambas leader, and he has been after my girl for years. Nestor, his right-hand man, is my girl’s stepbrother,” I growl, pushing off the recliner.
“Fuck,” Jaxx says, looking at Boom walk into the living room.
“The apartment is clear,” Boom says, looking at me.
“Bear, what have you been doing? Have you been hibernating,” Boom says, snickering?
“Motherfucker, fuck off. Look for a t-shirt for me to wear in the rooms,” I growl, taking off my torn t-shirt.
“Right,” Boom says, walking down the hall in search of the t-shirt.
“Where’s your bike,’ Jaxx asks, looking at my Glock on the recliner.
I look at it and slide it behind my back into my jeans. I grab my cell from the floor.
“It’s in the garage at the back. I need to go after those motherfuckers. They have the package and my girl,” I say, fisting my hands.
“Yeah, that’s a given. Do you have an idea where that motherfucker took her,” Jaxx asks, raising his eyebrow placing his hands on his waist?
“Fuck, no! Let’s get Slink to track my girl’s cell phone. Here’s her number,” I give it to Jaxx, looking at the damaged door.
“Why didn’t you call us,” Jaxx asks, looking at my cell. He moves his fingers over the screen, texting Slink.
“Yeah, I was out, weak, and fucked up,” I say, running my hand through my hair.
“Right,” Jaxx says, looking at his cell.
A few minutes later, Jaxx’s cell lights up. Jaxx looks at the text message nodding.
“We got a location. I’m going to text the brothers to meet us a mile away from the warehouse,” Jaxx says, typing in the text.
“Here you go,” Boom says, walking into the living room with a black t-shirt and my cut in his hand.
“Thanks, motherfucker,” I say, grinning. I take the t-shirt from him, pulling it on, then I slide my cut onto my shoulders.
We walk out of the apartment, and I walk to the back to get my bike. Boom opens the garage for me, and I get on my bike. I roll it back and start it up.
Boom closes the garage door; waves run to the front to get his bike. I ride to the front, and I get behind my brothers.
Leticia’s face flashes through my mind, and my heart pounds fast in my chest, making it hard to breathe.
I’m going to fucking die if they hurt my Baby girl.
She’s an Angel.
They best not touch her, not even a hair.
The motherfuckers are dead.
Fifteen
Leticia
The damn room is pitch black, cold, and I can’t fucking move. I’m inhaling through my nose and exhaling, trying to calm my nerves.
I know that Michail heard the asshats barge into the apartment and my screams. I’m so happy that he didn’t run out of the room, because I know that the asshats would kill Michail.
Ralph is a crazy son of a bitch if he thinks that I’m his.
Yeah, right, asshole.
He thinks that because he raped me, took my virginity, he has some type of right to me!
Not!
Ralph is stupid and sick.
I want him to forget about me.
I know that most people would like to see him in jail, but don’t care where or what happens to him. I only want him to stay away from me.
Nestor, he’s a fucking pussy. He’s so deep in shit, and at times, he looks like he wants to be nice.
What a fucking idiota.
Yeah, it feels really good to call him an idiot in Spanish, it fits. Does Ralph plan to keep me here my entire life for his pleasure. I wish I knew what his plans are.
Okay, I don’t get how I attracted all of these crazy white boys, geeze. But I’m happy that Michail wants me.
I have my cell phone in my pants, but I can’t get to it.
Isn’t that just great!
I close my eyes, an image of Michail flashes into my mind. His smile and the way his eyes look when he’s ready to love me. I love his touch, his lips all over my body. Thanks to Michail, I know the difference between being loved and being used.
I know that he’s going to save me.
Oh, the asshats are back, and. I wonder where they went. Did they bring their punks with them? I hope not because that would be more punks to worry about getting attacked.
The door opens, the light blinds me. I don’t know who it is, but I can’t breathe. I’m so fucking scared of that son of a bitch.
The dude closes the door, and I wait to see who it is and what they want.
Crappityfuck!
I can’t even scream; the damn duct tape is over my mouth.
“Listen to me Leticia, I don’t have a lot of time,” Nestor says, walking close to me.
He flashes the light on my face, and I know that my eyes reflect how much I hate him.
“I’m going to take off the tape, but don’t yell because Ralph will come back. You know what he’ll do to you,” Nestor says, peeling back the duct tape.
I gasp for air, inhaling deeply, blinking my tears away. I clench my jaw, refusing to give Ralph the pleasure of seeing me cry.
“I’m going to help you escape,” Nestor says, taking off the tape at my ankles.
“Why,” I ask, glaring at him.
“I tried to warn you, but you didn’t want to talk to me. I knew that Ralph wanted to take you,” Nestor says, looking at me.
He runs his fingers over my cheek and pushes back a lock, tucking it behind my ear. I stare at him wide-eyed, shocked by his tenderness.
“I don’t understand,” I say in a low voice, furrowing my eyebrows into a straight line.
“I’ve never wanted to hurt you; I’ve kept Ralph away from you. I know what he did to you, and I’m sorry,” Nestor says, wiping my tears away.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” I say, gasping for air. This information is too much to process. All of this time, I thought that Nestor was egging Ralph on. I felt that he felt the same way.
“I couldn’t because I didn’t want him to hurt you as he did, Carol. I know what they did to Carol, and I wanted to make sure that they wouldn’t hurt you. That’s why I
joined the stupid gang,” Nestor says, taking off the duct tape around my wrists.
“Oh, my God! You know what happened to Carol,” I say, groaning softly.
“Yeah, so I’m asking you to please run far, don’t come back to the apartment,” Nestor says, standing up.
“Okay, but what’s going to happen to you,” I ask, pushing off the concrete floor.
“I’m going to be okay, I’ll leave the gang in a few months,” Nestor says, smiling weakly.
“Right, I still don’t understand, but thank you,” I say, gathering my hair to adjust my ponytail.
“I’m sorry for what my Dad did to your Mom. I hope that you're happy with the biker. That’s one of the reasons that I had Ralph do the delivery at the apartment complex because I knew that he was going to shoot him. I’ll see you someday, and don’t hate me,” Nestor says, crossing his arms.
“Why are you doing this,” I asked, walking up close to him. I gaze at his eyes, watching the range of emotions flash through his eyes.
“I’ve always loved you,” Nestor says, looking at me.
“Oh my God,” I say, taking a step back wide-eyed.
“Leticia, don’t fear me. I’ll never hurt you. I’ve been protecting you from everyone as best that I could,” Nestor says, compressing his thin lips into a thin line.
“Oh, . . . okay. Thanks,” I murmur.
“I’m going back out and wait until the music starts before you try to escape. Turn to the right, and then turn to the right again. The door will be unlocked. Run to the right, and you’ll be on the road. Keep running until you reach the signal light. You will be able to see the gas station. Call your biker or the police, but get away,” Nestor says, walking to the door. He opens the door and walks out.
I chew my lower lip, thinking of everything that he said. I can’t believe that he loves me and has been protecting me in his weird way.
Crappityfuck!
Sixteen
Michail
The brothers gather at the empty building behind the gas station. Slink gives us the mics, we form several groups, and attach the silencer to the Glocks. Slink reviews the layout of the warehouse. The warehouse has several rooms, along the right side, and down the back. There’s a door where you enter the hallway to enter the rooms.
“We need to get the package, money, and girl out of there. Every single Royal Mambas must be eliminated. Dexter, Ronin, Boom, Cisco, and Tex clean up, make sure to set the place on fire. We don’t want one single evidence of the Mambas on that plot of land,” Jaxx says, gazing at the brothers.
We nod, get on our bikes, and ride out a few blocks to get closer to the warehouse. Then we park our bikes and walk down the block to the warehouse.
We surround the warehouse, and we take down the few guards with our Glocks.
My heart is pounding hard, making my chest ache. I’m so fucking pumped, furious, and ready to kill the motherfucker.
I want to run into the warehouse, but I need to control my rage. I need to keep a clear head, follow the plan. I can’t risk putting my Baby girl in danger. I need to get to those rooms because that’s where he will have Leticia, drug, and money.
We open the door, and we creep inside the warehouse. The huge room has rows and rows of crates, and who knows what’s inside them. The crates give us a cover as we invade.
I can hear the voices coming from the back.
“I see them,” Tex says, through the mic.
“Let’s take them,” Jaxx says through the mic.
The music starts blaring as we start shooting. That’s fucking odd.
I run down the side opening the door looking at a hallway. Boom, Cisco, and Tex follow me. We run towards the rooms to check them out.
I ran to the first door, flashing my light. It’s empty. The music is blaring, you can’t hear any gunshots, but I can’t hear any noise from the rooms.
I run to the next room, I push it open, and nada.
Fuck!
My brothers run to the next rooms, so I run to the one at the end. I push open the door and flash my light.
I see Leticia shield her eyes, the light is blinding her, and she can’t see it’s me. She cowers towards the back, crying.
“Baby girl, it’s me,” I say, walking inside.
“Michail,” Leticia asks, wide-eyed.
“Yes, come on. We need to get out of here,” I say, taking Leticia’s hand.
“Okay,” Leticia says, nodding.
I turn running out of the room, into the hall. I talk into the mic letting the brothers know that I have her.
We run out of the warehouse, down the road until we get to my bike. We get on, and we ride the hell out of there.
I know that my brothers found the drug, money, plus some amo. They gather everything and set the warehouse on fire.
I ride home because I need to rest, to check out my Baby girl.
A short while later, I pull into my place, riding my bike into my garage.
We get off and walk into my house. I pull Leticia along with me because I will not let her go.
“Baby, I need a shower,” I say, walking down the hallway to my bedroom.
“Yes, I do too,” Leticia says, nodding.
We walk into my bedroom, and I stop. I smile at my Baby girl, looking at her; I pull her into my arms.
“Baby girl, I love you,” I say, kissing her deeply, demanding, and claiming her. I move my hands over her back, sliding them down to her perfect ass. I grab her ass, pulling her close to my aching cock.
Yeah, I’m injured, but I’m not dead. I’m going to love my Baby girl since I’m still feeling good.
I pull back, gazing into her huge heated brown eyes that I love.
“I love you,” Leticia says, breathlessly. A faint blush spreads over her beautiful face.
I grab the hem of her torn shirt and stop.
“What the fuck,” I say, looking at the torn shirt.
“Ralph tore it, backhanded me, and he bit my breast,” Leticia says, teary-eyed. She looks at me, chewing her lower lip.
“That motherfucker! I’m so glad that he’s gone,” I say, cupping her bruised breast.
“So am I,” Leticia says, in a low voice.
“Baby, I’m sorry that I didn’t protect you,” I say in a raspy voice. My throat is tight; I can barely speak.
“It’s not your fault Michail,” Leticia says, shaking her head.
I gaze into her sweet innocent eyes. I know that she’s so damn innocent and has been through a lot. I’m going to make damn sure that nothing ever happens to her. She’s mine.
“Baby girl, let’s take a hot shower. I’ll order some pizza, and then we’ll see the TV,” I say, smiling at her.
“Yes, that sounds really good,” Leticia says, nodding.
I undress Leticia, loving to see her blush. Then I undress, pulling her to the bathroom. I turn on the shower and wait for the water to get nice and hot.
“Baby girl, did I tell you that I love you,” I ask, pulling her into my arms. I run my hand up her back and down.
“Yes, I love you,” Leticia says, smiling. She tilts her head to the side, looking at me, biting her lower lip.
“Do you like what you see,” I say, smiling.
“Hell yes,” Leticia says, nodding.
“Baby girl, I would love to love you in the shower, but I don’t think I should get my wound wet,” I say, smiling.
“Yeah, we will soon,” Leticia says, grinning.
“I love the way you think,” I say, chuckling.
We take a quick shower, and then we walk out. I grab my cell phone to order the pizza. Then I join Leticia on my bed.
“Baby girl, it’s so good to see you in my bed, where you belong,” I say, pulling her close to me.
“Yes, I will always be where you are at; that’s where I belong,” Leticia says softly, gazing into my eyes.
“Damn straight,” I say, kissing her deeply. I pull back, running my hand up her back pulling her close.
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p; “I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you more,” Leticia says, wrapping her arms around my neck. She pulls me down for a deep hungry kiss.
Seventeen
Michail
A few days later.
The party at the clubhouse is going full blast. We’re celebrating the patching in of the prospects.
The brothers captured Nestor at the warehouse. Nestor told Jaxx where the money and drugs were. He also asked to prospect, but who knows what Stan will decide.
Tex, one of the MC’s enforcers, has been working on Nestor in the special room that we have in the building at the back of the lot. Stan wants to make sure that he’s being sincere.
I pull Leticia closer to me, leaning down to kiss the soft curve of her neck.
Fuckingtastic.
Leticia makes me happy, gives me a reason to dream of a future with some kids. I nuzzle my face into her neck, inhaling deeply. I love her scent, her strength, and her innocents. She, too, damn sweet, and I want to protect her.
“Michail,” Leticia says, turning in my arms, sliding her arms up to my neck.
“Baby girl,” I say, gazing into her eyes, waiting for her to talk.
“Michail, do you think that your Prez will allow Nestor to prospect for the Anarchy Kings since he helped the MC retrieve the drugs and money,” Leticia asks, looking at me.
“I don’t know, we will see. Tex is working on him, and Stan will make that decision,” I say, looking at Tex walking into the clubhouse.
“Oh, okay. You know my friend Kiko, from work, was asking about prospecting,” Leticia says, looking at me.
“Is that right? I’ll talk to Stan about him,” I say, smiling.
“Okay, that sounds good,” Leticia says, nodding.
“Baby girl, I don’t want you to work anymore,” I say, wrapping my arms around her small waist.
“Oh, then what would I do,” Leticia asks, furrowing her eyebrows.
I chuckle, shaking my head I lean in to whisper in her ear.
“I want you to be home, I want to love you all day every day until you get pregnant,” I say, laughing.