“We’re all holding up good, drugs are something the guys are against and since it’s trickling its way toward us, it’s something we are willing to help with. Anything to keep out drugs in a place we’re making a home. No one wants the kids to grow up with that shit.”
Right as she says that Brady comes in the door. I’m excited to see him so early that I nearly hang up on Sky.
“Hey cuz, my man just walked through the door, do you mind if I call you back later?”
“Absolutely, go enjoy time with your man and I’ll talk to you later.”
As we hang up I look up at Brady and I see a predatory look in his eyes, a look that I know I’ll be enjoying the receiving end of. Suddenly my panties are wet and I can’t wait to become his meal.
“I need you, sweet cheeks.”
“Take me then,” I tell him in reply.
Chapter 25
Bristol
I wake up the next morning, and as I begin to move around I feel the delicious soreness that was a gift from Brady. I can’t believe the way he took me over and over again last night before succumbing to sleep. I stretch out expecting the space next to mine to be empty, imagine my surprise as I encounter a body next to me. Almost in shock I jump out of bed fearing who could be next to me. It’s been nearly a month since I’ve woken up with Brady next to me. Good thing I didn’t scream like a banshee because it is my man in bed. I place my hand over my heart in an attempt to slow its pace.
Closing my eyes, I count to ten in hopes that it will slow my adrenaline down and Brady won’t wake up thinking I’ve lost my mind. Opening my eyes up I am staring straight into his. He smiles at me and my world stops spinning, he takes my breath away when he smiles at me like that. Like no other before him.
“Morning, sweet cheeks, you look as beautiful as ever this morning.”
“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting you to still be here when I woke up this morning.”
“We have a visitor coming in this evening with some information for us. I decided to give myself the day off and spend it with my girl.”
“Is that right?” I ask him.
“Yep,” he says popping his P.
“What exactly do you have planned for us on this fine day?”
“Nothing exciting, I thought we’d wake up, take a shower, eat some breakfast and hang out in my room together. Just you and me all day long, doing absolutely nothing.”
“That sounds wonderful,” I tell him getting excited to spend the day with him.
“Let’s not let our day get wasted then...to the shower my dear.” I giggle at him and run towards the bathroom knowing that he’ll follow me there.
Ghost
I’ve had one of the best days of my life. We took a shower, soaped each other up, and had an erotic-filled shower. We got dressed, had breakfast with my brothers, bullshitted with them for an hour or so and then went back to the bedroom. We cuddled, talked and watched a couple of movies. I even let her pick a chick flick for one of them. Why women want to watch a movie that makes them cry, I’ll never understand, but I took it in stride, held my tongue and just held her through it. Then feeling like I was losing my dick I had to fuck her to remind myself that I indeed still had a cock and a vagina hadn’t grown in its place.
I told her how Sniper would be by later with important information regarding the motherfucker I plan on putting out of our misery and his own. I’m having a vivid imagination to ways I’d like to see him pay for his sins against humanity and my family. I imagine myself ripping his balls off his body for selling women, children and men into brutal slavery, whether it be for sex or torture, the fucker deserves to bleed out. I see myself ripping his fingers off one by one while he howls in pain. Cutting his dick off and gluing the cut shut, so he doesn’t die from that too quickly.
Bristol’s voice brings me back to reality as I realize she’s speaking to me.
“Do you think we’ll have another day like today soon, Brady?”
“I’m not sure, sweet cheeks, we’re going to have to take it day by day for now. That’s not saying that I’ll do everything in my power to give you another one as soon as I possibly can.”
“I know you’re doing everything in your power to end this situation. And I’m so very thankful to you and the guys for doing that. I just wish it would be over so we can go back to the way things were before... before he came into our lives and tore us from our daily lives, spending time together. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, sweet cheeks. More than you realize, but you’re on my mind every single minute of every day that I’m away from you. I promise things will get back to normal soon. We just need a little more time.” Getting a notification alert on my phone I pull it up and see it’s from Tic. Sniper has arrived and we’re needing for our meeting in five minutes.
“I gotta go, Sniper’s here. I’ll come back as soon as the meeting’s over. Why don’t you stay here and relax? Take a bath or watch another movie.” She yawns and replies that she’ll do that as I get out of bed and get dressed. God, I love this woman...is it too early to tell her yet? Unsure of myself, I walk out the door questioning if I should’ve told her.
Chapter 26
Ghost
We haven’t called the boys home because they’re wrapped up in their own shit right now assisting another friendly MC. We don’t know them well, but Wasp does and that’s good enough for us. He trusts them, so we have his back in this situation. Keeping drugs out of Templeton’s territory is important to the future of that club. Hopefully, we don’t have to go in and assist since we have our own shit storm brewing here. Plus, Ryder would lose his shit if he came face-to-face with his old man. He’s so full of anger when it comes to Sniper I’m not sure things will ever be the same again with father and son. Don’t even get me started with Sniper’s relationship with his daughters, Kaci and Kassi. That situation was already fucked up.
He sent them away to boarding schools instead of being the father they so desperately wanted growing up. He hardly let them home for holidays and kept them as far away from the club as he possibly could. Those girls now despise their dad, and with good reason. He wasn’t even there when Kassi was hurt and Kaci gave birth to his grandson. Travler and Malibu would love to have his head for that alone. Seeing Sniper sitting at a chair at our table isn’t going over well with my brothers. He may not have been a rat, but he was a traitor to the code nevertheless.
We needed him, we needed his guidance after King was murdered. But he flew away like a wounded bird, and we all lost any respect for him that we had. I don’t care that he was one of the founders of our club. I don’t care that he was our VP since the day I started. I don’t care that it was my job to protect his life. He’s a coward in my eyes, and the only reason I’m allowing him to sit in here is because he may or may not have information we need to protect the club and our families. Fuck. Him.
None of us have any control over the death stares we are sending him. We know there’s a reason he’s here and we’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Nothing more, nothing less. He’s lucky he’s getting the honor of sitting in a room with us at all. It’s more than he deserves, he will never be welcomed back into the fold. Once you lose the trust of your brothers, the life as you know it is over. He will never wear the Rage Ryders patch again. Trust in this life is not just a necessary thing, it’s a needed thing. I for one have no trust in him, I just hope he doesn’t let us down, once again.
Wasp brings the meeting to order. “We called this emergency meeting after Ghost received a phone call from Sniper. He claims he has important information regarding the situation we find ourselves in thanks to Cordozo and his merry band of misfits. I know most of you have a few things you’d like to say to him—however I’m giving an order to hold your tongues until we can figure out what’s going on. Understood?”
Everyone responds with either a nod or a yea. We know this situation is dire, which is the only reason I’m sure the boys are willing to hold their tongues. Bris
tol is one of ours and if keeping our mouths shut means getting intel we so desperately need, we’ll do what needs to be done. Not happily, but we’ll oblige. For now. Justice gives me a look, letting me know he wants to talk once this is all over. He hasn’t been around for the full jist of what exactly has gone on and most likely wants some holes filled. We’ve known and worked side by side for so long, I know what every signal is he gives and what every look he has means.
“Alright Sniper, tell us what you’ve got,” Tic says.
“One of my old informants gave me a call the other day. He’s high up in the ranks in Valdez’s organization. He’s heard we’re willing to help put an end to the shadier side of things that he and a bunch of his crew are not in approval of. They despise Valdez and want to see him brought down. ASA motherfuckin’ P. All they ask is that we leave the guns and drugs alone, as long as they promise not to sell it in any of our territories.”
It really irks me to hear him say ‘our’, he isn’t part of us anymore and I want to slap some sense into his ass for even saying such a thing. I promised to hold my tongue no matter how hard it is, so I’m biding my time to tell him exactly what I think. My leg starts shaking involuntarily and I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I draw blood. I catch the eye of Tic who hands me over a Kleenex to wipe the blood from my lips. He gives me a look reminding me to keep a lid on it. I reply with a nod letting him know I’m in control. Which I am, to some degree.
“So, we have to agree to have drugs and guns running around in order to save Bristol and end the sex trafficking ring. Am I hearing you right?” Wasp asks Sniper.
“That’s their request for helping out. I told them I would bring the deal to you and let you vote on it. I also told him I’d let him know the decision and to introduce you and Tic to him for future reference.”
“How do we know that the information will put an end to it all?” Justice asks.
“He’s willing to put up collateral,” Sniper relies to Justice’s question.
“What kind of collateral are we talking about here?” I can’t help but ask my own question. I think we need to know how serious this fucker is.
“You guys aren’t goin’ to like it. He wants to marry his daughter off to a single officer of the club. He says it’s more binding than any contract could be. A truce between us all.” There he goes with that ‘us’ and ‘ours’ bullshit again. By the time this meeting is over I will have no blood flow left in my mouth.
“You may leave now Sniper, and we’ll let you know what we decide,” Wasp tells him.
Chapter 27
Justice
The fuck did he just say? Marry her off to a single officer in the club. Wait a damn minute, I’m the only single officer left...oh fuck no! I’m not marrying some bitch I don’t know so that there can be a truce. There has got to be another way. Right? Fuck me! I just got out of motherfuckin’ rehab, I haven’t even had my fill of what club babes are left for my amusement. I don’t want to tie the knot and settle down with one bitch. I’m not ready, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to be tied down to just one woman for the rest of my life!
“Hold on now brothers,” I say as Sniper leaves the room. “Who else is single other than me?” Everyone looks at me with amusement in their eyes...yeah, that’s what I thought...if we take this deal, it boils down to me and if I’m willing to sacrifice my future to save Bristol. You have got to be shitting me. This is barbaric and unrealistic. Surely, they can see that. What am I talking about, it’s our blood oath. Sacrifice one for the good of the club. And in this situation the sacrificial lamb is me. Fuck those Columbian bastards, they really know how to shove a stick up someone’s ass and keep it there...this is for motherfuckin’ life!
Our bylaws don’t allow us to stray once we’re settled down. We know what can happen when cheating on an Ol’ lady happens, one took her own life and we lost a brother mentally that day. He’s never been the same and doesn’t participate in anything club-related anymore. He’s been a loose cannon since then and can’t be trusted to keep his sanity or mind in a situation. His cheating ways is what lost him his woman and his unborn child. She couldn’t take the cheating and blew her brains out here in the clubhouse. She was a good woman too, what a waste.
“Justice, brother...” Wasp begins.
“Oh no, don’t you Justice brother me here Wasp! I mean what the fuck,” I yell out my frustration. I mean this is un-fuckin-believable.
“I agree with Justice,” I pipe in. “He shouldn’t be forced to be with one woman, that he doesn’t even know, for the rest of his life. There has to be another way to handle this.”
“Then let’s discuss all of our options and come up with the best solution,” Tic says to us.
Three hours later, a bunch of broken furniture and a lot of liquor passed my way, we still have nothing. There is no other way around this mess, and it looks like I’m getting a new bride. Lucky fuckin’ me. I just hope I don’t have to put a brown paper bag over her head while I’m banging this bitch. I just pray that we get along, and don’t spend our lives with someone we hate. That sounds like a life of misery to me. I had enough misery growing up at the hands of my father, I don’t need another daily reminder of how fucked up my life really is.
That’s a story for another day.
Lizzie
My father ended up with three girls and no boys. I’m the youngest, my older sisters have already been married off. Arranged marriages, I’m expecting mine to be happening soon since I’m almost twenty-one. I’ve made it longer than any of my sisters did...Genny was married off at nineteen and Rosa was married off at the ripe old age of seventeen. My sisters are both submissive, I however am not. I won’t make the perfect housewife and eye candy for one of my father’s officers as my sisters did. It is going to take one special kind of man to be able to deal with my independence and ability to cut you in half with my tongue.
My father hasn’t found a colleague either in his organization or outside of it willing to marry me. I guess my reputation precedes me. Oh well, I couldn’t care less, I’d rather be able to come and go as I please and have no man to answer to. I love my shopping and spa days, lunch out with the girls, and clubbing at night as my heart desires. Tonight however, I have been summoned to dinner with my father for a family announcement. I wonder if one of my sisters are expecting another baby. I love being an Auntie!
Knowing family dinner is in less than an hour I hurry up and shower and dress. We dress up for family dinners, I don’t know why, it’s not like we take family photos while eating or before or after for that matter. Lord forbid that we do show up not dressed appropriately, we’d be punished for days afterwards, and the dungeon, which is what I call our basement, is not a fun place to be banished to. Nothing to do there except twiddle your thumbs until your punishment has been met.
In other words, until father feels like we’ve paid our penance and he’s no longer annoyed with us. I’ve spent some of the longest days of my life down there, not always because I don’t dress up for dinner, but because I’m mouthy, according to father. I call it voicing my opinion, which is absolutely not allowed in our household.
Once we’re all seated at our assigned seats my father makes his announcement. And what he has to tell me floors me...he’s found the man I am to marry, worse yet, he’s a biker! A biker, really, father? Aren’t they all criminals and disgusting, no showers and all of that. Damnit, this is punishment for pushing all of his buttons and him not being able to find me a husband that can control me on his behalf. Well, I have news for him, I won’t be controlled by any man, not even a filthy biker. I’ll show him, I’ll show them all!
Chapter 28
Ghost
Once we made our decision and told Sniper he was on the phone with his informant. Plans are made for a meeting with this douche canoe who is willing to sell his daughter. I mean he is basically selling her, he’s giving her away for a damn truce, so he can get his way and move up the ladder once we take care of
his problem for him. I feel like we’re no better than the sex traffickers that we’re trying to shut down, here we are taking a woman as a trade for services. I feel sick to my stomach even thinking this way.
What kind of monsters are we becoming? I look over at Justice who’s sitting down the bar from me and he looks so fuckin’ lost and upset that even I don’t know what to say to him right now. How do we help him deal with this? He has basically given up his freedom for the club, for me, for Bristol. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay him for the sacrifice he’s making. I really hope he and his future bride hit it off and it’s not a life sentence of hell for him. I’d never be able to forgive myself.
It’s been decided that they won’t meet and marry until all of this is behind us. In the next year or two my brother will be in an arranged marriage...how fucked up is that? It’s like we’ve been transported back in time to when arranged marriages were the way fathers married their daughters off to the highest bidder. I can’t believe this informant is willing to give his daughter to a man he doesn’t even know.
It makes me wonder if this could’ve been Bristol’s fate. Married to a man she didn’t know, didn’t have a chance to fall in love with. I’m just grateful all the dominoes fell in line for her. I mean shit, if we hadn’t had to go after Lil’ bit, I may never have had a chance to know her. She would’ve been someone else’s.
I gurandamntee, no one else would’ve loved her the way I do. She is my everything, my world, my love, my soul, and the reason I feel my heart beat every damn day. I feel someone sit beside me at the bar. I look over and see Justice there.
“Hey man, got a minute?” he asks me.
“Any time, any place brother. Always, what’s up?”
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