“Yes,” I breathed out on a satisfied sigh as his teeth grabbed the sensitive skin where my neck and shoulders met. “But Trace—”
“Is a big boy. He’s safe next door. He’s out like a light after playing in the snow all day. And he’s the product of what I really want to do to his mother again.” All that was spoken between kisses and bites to my neck, shoulders, and jaw. He ended by pulling my earlobe into his mouth and suckling gently.
A needy gasp escaped me.
While his mouth had been busy spinning my senses into chaos, his deft fingers were divesting me of my clothing. “Again, I say you have too many clothes on—which is not conducive to what I have planned. Why don’t you help me out with this problem?”
Unable to hold back the delighted curl of my lips, I did as he asked until I stood as naked as he was. Slowly, he turned me to face away from him and gathered my hair to lay it over my shoulder. I shivered as the ends tickled over my nipples.
Greedy, I reveled in the way he worshipped my body with his kisses. They trailed down my spine, over my hip. Stopped to allow his tongue to trace the single tattoo on my upper thigh.
“I think you need one more,” he said after he’d outlined the dreamcatcher that spelled out our son’s name in the woven center. The way his breath hit the damp skin sent another chill rippling through me.
“Just one, huh?” I breathlessly whispered.
“Well, you can have as many as you want, but the next one is mine.” His tongue dipped into the dimples at the base of my spine, eliciting a gasp of surprise from my lips.
“Yours?”
“Yes,” he murmured as his fingers tickled up my thighs, over my abdomen, to cup my breasts.
“What do you want it to be?” I asked between needy pants of desire.
“Do you trust me?” His question was a whisper over my rib cage.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good. Soon.” By then I was too caught up in the sensation of his hands and mouth on my body to discuss it further. Add to that the tickle of his eyelashes with each movement, and I was on the verge of coming without him going anywhere near my pulsing core.
Threading my fingers in his hair as he came around to do the same to my front, I dropped my head as I basked in his seductive performance.
When I couldn’t form a single coherent thought, he firmly but gently pushed between my shoulder blades until I was bent over the bed. So drunk on his attention, I hadn’t even processed he’d moved back behind me until then.
His firm grip held my hips. Expecting him to fill me, I was surprised when his tongue slid through my folds to plunge in to taste me. “Angel!” I gasped out on a moan.
Whatever supernatural powers the man held, it was evident he’d been blessed with some very special skills with that mouth of his too. It didn’t take long before I was pulsing over his tongue as he relentlessly teased my oversensitized flesh.
As I lay half-collapsed on the bed, he nudged my still throbbing slit with the head of his cock. Obviously bent on tormenting me, he made shallow strokes inside until I was biting the bedding and close to shredding it with my clawing fingers.
“Goddamn it, Angel, if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to scream,” I whisper-yelled. His chuckle caused his cock to slip in deeper, and I softly groaned.
“Now that would negate you whispering that hot-as-fuck demand, don’t you think?” I could hear the grin in his question, and it only served to frustrate me more. My nerves were zinging, and I was trembling with need.
When I was convinced I would need to get up and body slam his ass to the bed, he dipped in briefly before he thrust hard, stretching me in the most delicious of ways. He hit so deep, tingles shot through me. “Yes!” I hissed, and he did it again. Each time he did, he caused my nipples to scrape over the comforter. It was driving me crazy.
He didn’t let up until I was spasming around his thick cock that prolonged the ecstasy with each masterful stroke. “Yes, like that,” he groaned. “Your tight cunt is squeezing my cock so hard it’s pushing me out. Fuck.”
As my orgasm ebbed, he lifted my upper body to rest flush against the front of his. Soft kisses rained over anywhere he could reach as he teased my tightened nipples. “Get on the bed,” he whispered in my ear.
With limbs that seemed boneless, I did as he instructed, then fell to my back. He chuckled as he prowled his way up my body, pausing to lick my swollen and tender pussy. “Fuck, you taste amazing,” he said before dipping in again.
Savoring me until I was squirming, he didn’t let up until I was arching my back. “I’m coming again!” I exclaimed in surprise.
With the first pulse, he drove his cock in balls deep and moaned at the sensation of my sheath squeezing his hard cock. His face buried in the crook of my neck, he caged me in with his forearms as his body strained over me. Fingers buried in his hair, I held him close.
“Come in me,” I crooned like a siren. He groaned, and though he didn’t do it immediately, he doubled his efforts as he rose up, braced on his arms, and stroked wildly into my core. My calves hooked his thighs, and I rose to meet him thrust for thrust.
Sweat-slicked skin slid and slapped as we lost control.
When he finally poured himself into me, he grunted and then ground out my name. His face contorted in a blissful snarl as his teeth clenched. It was animalistic and yet savagely beautiful.
I was unable to stop another orgasm from barreling through me, and my back arched from the bed as my eyes rolled.
“Yes,” he gasped as he gave another stroke. “Yes, yes, yes,” he chanted, the words punctuated by another thrust, until he collapsed and rolled me with him. Coming down from the heights of euphoria, we rode the waves in a tangle of sweat-slick limbs until we were buoyantly floating on the aftereffects.
“I love you.” I murmured my admission between ragged breaths.
“And I love you. You’re mine,” he said into my hair.
Though he’d succeeded in distracting me for the moment, my need for revenge was fierce. It would take more than earth-shattering orgasms to appease the angry beast within.
My mother was going to pay.
“Angel”—Aerosmith
Another uncharacteristically warm day had wrapped up and we’d taken advantage of the nice weather. With everything that had happened over the past week and with what was coming up, we all needed some wind therapy.
Jasmine had agreed to stay with Trace while the rest of us went for a ride, but I worried about her. She’d been withdrawn and had quit her job that she loved. Yet she refused to talk to a counselor or anyone else. Both Hawk and Venom tried to talk to her, but she wouldn’t let them near her.
Our father had tried to text her immediately upon our return, and it seemed a little too conveniently timed to be coincidental. From what Facet had uncovered, we were pretty sure the bookies my father owed money to were connected to the Bloody Scorpions.
We were finishing shit once and for all. The Bloody Scorpions weren’t going to be anywhere near our territory.
Before we left this time, we ensured security was tight as fuck. Besides that, we’d made sure to have plenty of hands on deck at the clubhouse. Two prospects, the old-timers, Goob and Chains, as well as a few of the club girls that liked to hang out had all stayed behind. Korrie had given the last a side-eye but didn’t say anything.
After a ride that was entirely too short, we pulled back into the compound and lined the bikes up, engines ticking as they cooled off. If we didn’t have church soon, we’d have stayed out longer. A few of the brothers stood around shooting the shit as some wandered inside.
“What an amazing ride,” Korrie said with a wide grin, flushed cheeks, and a delighted twinkle in her eyes. Tugging on her braid playfully, I pulled her close and kissed her. She still wouldn’t agree to stay, but she’d admitted she loved me, and that was the first step.
“Yes, it sure was,” I agreed.
“I’m going to check on Parker,” Kira announced
as she tugged off her gloves. Voodoo smacked her ass as she started to walk off, and she threw him a glare, though it didn’t carry much weight as she then giggled.
“I’ll come with, if you don’t mind,” Korrie said with a smile. “I miss those days, and I want to check on Trace.”
“Absolutely.” Kira beamed. The two girls entered the clubhouse arm-in-arm, and I thought about what Korrie had said to Kira. The image of her heavy with my child sent a pang of longing through me.
Voodoo’s chuckle broke through my musings, and I glanced his way. “It might be sooner than you think,” he said cryptically.
My face heated, but I smiled hopefully. Then I checked the time. “We better get our asses in gear,” I said quietly so only he heard. He took a quick look around and started walking toward the clubhouse with me. Once we made it through the door, we hurried faster.
When the door blasted open and the sounds of boots hitting concrete started, we took off running.
Bursting through the chapel doors, we dove for our seats. Venom, Raptor, Ghost, Goob, Chains, Kicker, and Blade were already seated at the table. Venom raised a brow at our antics. I couldn’t help but laugh. Then he shot a patient look toward the rest of the brothers filing in.
Squirrel and Facet were the last ones in, with Facet dropping into his seat a split second before Squirrel, who groaned. “Not again. Goddamn it. I had to clean the shitters the last two times. You assholes need to learn better aim or you need to quit drinking so damn much before you piss,” he grumbled with a pained expression.
Everyone laughed at him as he plopped in his seat and crossed his arms belligerently. It had happened to us all at least once or twice. Once you cleaned the shitters, you sure as hell didn’t relish doing it again the next week.
Venom banged his fist on the table to get everyone’s attention.
“Pipe down. We have shit to discuss.” His glower hit each of us, and we sobered and sat up straighter in our chairs.
We spent the next hour discussing the job we’d recently completed and strategizing our next move. The Bloody Scorpions in our area were still up and running, which we all agreed wouldn’t be for much longer. We also discussed Korrie’s mother and her connection with former senator Damon. Some of the shit Facet had uncovered also alluded to his possible involvement with the Bloody Scorpions and the sex trafficking ring they operated.
Tonight, they were having a celebration of life for their deceased members in the form of a big party. Several of their out of town brothers would be there as well, but that wasn’t a concern for us. They were all cut from the same dirty cloth.
Once we had a plan in place, Venom called church and we dispersed. Everyone had shit on their mind after that meeting. We knew we were taking a big gamble. They had no proof we were the ones who torched their crack house and rescued the women, but we all knew they had an idea.
“Dad!” Trace said excitedly from the couch where he and Korrie were curled up watching a movie on the big screen. Kira was in the recliner with Parker, and Lynda was knitting baby shit in the other recliner.
With a brush of my lips to hers and an affectionate glance, I sat by my son and finished watching the superhero movie with them.
Tonight could possibly start a war, but until then, I was going to enjoy my family.
We’d decided to converge on the Bloody Scorpions clubhouse in the SUVs we reserved for operations such as this. They had stolen dealer plates on them and were nondescript, so they fit the bill for riding under the radar better than pulling up on our bikes with our cuts as a flashing banner. We wanted to get in and out as silently as possible.
Well, minus the in-between.
“Everyone remembers the backup plan?” Raptor asked as he grabbed a black balaclava.
“Roger that,” each of us murmured. Dressed in blackout tactical gear, many of us fell back to our military training as we prepared for the night. Voodoo and I were the ones who had completed the job a few day ago, so our shit was still wired tight from then. Not that it took the others long to get theirs together, but we were still waiting on them as they piled into the SUVs.
No one spoke much as the miles slipped under the tires, as we were all in our own headspace.
Once we were a few blocks away, we split up and parked in the predetermined locations. Shrouded in shadows, we exited the vehicles with the dome lights out. Dressed as we were, we blended into the shadows as we approached the Bloody Scorpions clubhouse.
We could hear the bass of the music blended with laughter and shouts from a block away. Thankfully, their clubhouse was located in a predominantly industrial area with the neighboring businesses closed down for the night or vacant.
Voodoo and I climbed up the neighboring building’s fire escape to set up on the roof. Blade and Chains were on a parking garage at the other side. Facet came up the fire escape shortly after us with his gear.
We let Venom know we were in position.
Checking the time, we waited until the undercover “prostitute” we’d sent in slipped out the back, followed by the rest of the girls they’d brought in for the night. The other girls didn’t know why she was having them sneak out, but in their line of work, they didn’t question too much and most were probably happy to get away from the sick twisted fuckers they’d been hired to entertain that night.
Sissy was Blade’s cousin and a bad bitch. We trusted her for things like this. She’d do the job we hired her for, then disappear until we needed her for another one. None of us knew exactly where she lived or what she did for a living outside of what she did for us. Nor was Sissy her real name.
Sissy gave us the signal that they were all out. We might be bastards, but we didn’t kill innocent women. They told the Scorpions that they were preparing a special performance for them, then hoped the dumb fucks were too drunk and high to question it.
Regardless of what they believed, we knew our window was minuscule once the women all disappeared.
“Let’s do this,” Venom said through the comms as they advanced on their clubhouse.
Ghost vanished as we watched him creep closer. A few minutes ticked by impossibly slow before his voice carried through the comms. “All birds have flown. Only the roaches remain.”
After that, fiery blasts blew out the windows. A few Bloody Scorpions rushed out the doors.
From our elevated positions surrounding their clubhouse, we carefully picked off the ones that escaped. No one lived.
Once there was no further movement noted, Raptor, Phoenix, and Squirrel started to make a perimeter search to check for survivors that we might’ve missed. My heart was pounding from the adrenaline, but I breathed evenly as I watched through the scope for signs of life that would put my brothers in danger.
Raptor stilled as they flattened themselves against a partially tumbled wall. I waited with a calm born from years of training. Right as Phoenix sent flames roaring in the front door, gunfire erupted, and Squirrel fell.
“Goddamn it! Who the fuck is shooting?” I said into the comms as I rapidly searched the area. Everyone called off that they didn’t see anyone. The clock was ticking, and we needed to move out.
“Motherfucker,” Voodoo muttered as we quickly but methodically packed up our gear.
Cautiously, the three of us descended the fire escape. The tink of a bullet hitting the metal escape was followed by another sending shrapnel into us from the brick building. We raced down the stairs and jumped from the final ladder.
“What the fuck?” Facet shouted, bug-eyed and white as a sheet. He had served as a tech guy but handled covert operations as part of a special ops team, so I was confused by his out-of-character response. He may’ve been the one running the surveillance to make sure his team had an extra set of eyes but getting shot at and working under fire wasn’t unusual for him.
Then I realized he was holding his arm. “Fuck,” I muttered.
Voodoo lunged and caught the drop of blood before it hit the ground. I ripped off my bandana from
my neck and quickly tied it around his forearm where he’d been hit. There was no time to take care of him, because it would slow me down.
“You good to make it back to the vehicles?” Voodoo asked. Facet nodded.
Another shot rang out as we burst across the road to the cover of the bushes along the sidewalk. It was followed by one more shot, but none of us could see where it was coming from.
“Fall out!” came through the comms and we booked it back to the SUVs. Voodoo got behind the wheel; I got in behind him as Ghost climbed in the front passenger seat.
Raptor came running with Squirrel in a fireman’s carry. Phoenix was bringing up the rear and climbed in next to me. Raptor tossed Squirrel in the back of our SUV and jumped in as he pulled the door shut, hollering, “Roll out!”
Blood pounded in my veins and I fought to slow my breathing. A final explosion sounded behind us. Looking out the back window as I climbed over the seat, I saw the glowing ball of flames shoot up into the sky.
“Jesus, Phoenix,” Voodoo said as we screeched around a corner.
Ripping open Squirrel’s clothes, I worked to assess the damage. He’d been hit multiple times, and I didn’t know if I was going to be able to save him. “Fucking hell. It’s bad,” I muttered.
“Do what you can,” said Voodoo from the driver seat. I glanced over my shoulder, and our eyes met in the rearview mirror.
“Jesus fucking Christ. What the fuck went wrong?” Raptor gasped as we followed the predetermined circuitous routes home. No one had an answer.
I did what I could to save Squirrel, but I wasn’t exaggerating—it was bad. Which meant I had no guarantees that he’d make it.
Leaning back against the inside of the SUV, I fought to keep my eyes open and pulled my phone out of the bag we’d left in the back. Two missed calls.
One was from Korrie. Then, a single missed call from the prospect at the gate, both minutes ago, but no message from either, so I wrote it off as not a priority. I posted a message in the secure chat app telling them we needed Goob and Hawk to know we were possibly coming in hot and to set up the treatment room. With that, they’d know to call Doc because he wasn’t on the group chat since he’d retired.
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