Mixed with Trouble: A CASH BAR NOVEL

by Faiman, Hayley

  When she is, I turn to face him. He’s almost glowering at me, but I don’t say anything, I wait for him to speak.

  “Welcome to the goddamn family you motherfucker. If you make me a grandpa anytime soon, I’ll beat your ass,” he announces.

  I hold back my laugh, because he doesn’t know, he couldn’t. I plan on making him a grandpa as soon as I possibly can. He’s going to have to start working out now to beat my ass. Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around his shoulder and give him a squeeze.

  “Bring it on, brother,” I say lowly.

  “Fuck,” he grunts.

  Leaving him standing where he is, I go in search of a plate and food for my woman with a smile as big as the state of Texas playing on my lips.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

  BABY

  I frown as I look down at the route. I’m not sure this is the best way to handle this. “You’re sure this isn’t a trap? If the authorities have been notified, this route will be the easiest for them to track us,” I explain.

  Snake lifts his gaze to me, his eyes sweeping over me before he shakes his head. “You could be fucking right,” he spits, sounding pissed right the fuck off.

  “What’s our insurance? Just the fact that he has our balls in his hands because he’s been threatening our families?” Free asks.

  Snake nods. Ice pushes off of the wall, his eyes roaming over the papers. Then Keys appears next to him. “I got eyes on his place, hacked into his system about twenty minutes ago, serious fuckin’ firewalls and shit,” he explains.

  We all turn to face him. I for one am surprised as fuck, though I shouldn’t be, Keys is a goddamn master when it comes to security and computers.

  “And?” Snake spits.

  Keys lifts his hand, scrubbing it down his face as he inhales a deep breath. “And, I haven’t noticed anything too concerning. I mean he’s obviously meeting in his office, but the men around him are his guys, nobody new.”

  “Caron?” I ask.

  He lifts his chin. “Standing like a good soldier at every fucking turn.”

  “So he’d know?”

  Keys nods and Snake clears his throat. “What are you thinking?”

  “I need to talk to him, make sure all of this is legit.”

  “How do you propose getting a message to him, let alone meeting with him before tomorrow night?”

  Keys clears his throat. “I can hack into his cell. I have his last name and for whatever reason, Martel has all of their names on their phone accounts. Found that out today while I was digging through texts and messages.”

  “You’re fucking terrifying,” Crooner announces.

  “No shit,” Keys says, a smile broad on his face as if he’s supremely proud of that fact.

  “Do it,” I order. “Get him a message to meet somewhere, isolated, alone.”

  “Will do,” Keys says and gives me a mock salute as he disappears.

  I let out a sigh, and attempt to ignore all of the men who are staring at me. “Glad I’m not fucking needed to make any goddamn decisions around here,” Snake barks.

  A couple guys laugh somewhere in the room, but my focus is on Snake and Snake only. Tipping my head to the side, I take him in. He looks tired, worried, and I wonder if all of this is too much right now for him.

  “You good, Pres?” I ask.

  He lifts a trembling hand and runs his fingers through his hair. “I’m fuckin’ fantastic. Now, once you meet with Caron, we’ll talk if we need to about this route, but for now, to make Martel happy, I’m going to send him my approval.”

  Nobody argues with him, nobody says a word. He walks away and toward his office, every single one of us watching him.

  “He looks pale,” Crooner murmurs.

  “Yeah, something is up,” I point out.

  Free clears his throat. “Ain’t our business, unless he makes it our business.”

  We don’t say anything else. We’re all lost in thought, I’m personally torn between thoughts of Lea, Snake, and Caron. I don’t know how we’re going to pull this whole fucking thing off, but we don’t have a choice—we have to.

  “Go to the women, relax until it’s time,” Free states, breaking the silence in the room.

  Without a word spoken, we all disburse throughout the clubhouse. We’re on complete lockdown, women and children litter the entire clubhouse and I know that Lea hates this shit, but I don’t mind it much.

  I like knowing where everyone is and that they’re all safe.

  Wrapping my fingers around the doorknob, I turn it and push the door open. I’m surprised to find her alone and sitting on the middle of the bed, but I’m glad for it. Walking into the room, I close the door behind me and take a step toward her.

  Shrugging my cut off, I toss it onto the dresser next to the door, then I go about stripping off the rest of my clothes until I’m standing at her bedside completely naked.

  “Baby,” she breathes.

  My cock twitches at the sound of her voice. Reaching forward, I cup her cheek with my hand. I hate this room. I hate that she’s here and not in my goddamn bed where she should be.

  “Move into my room tonight,” I demand.

  She nods, her eyes wide and her breathing coming out in short pants. Her tits rise and fall quickly with the move and my cock grows even harder as I glance between her cleavage and her eyes.

  LEA

  I lick my lips at the sight of him. My body is screaming sore, the painkillers only taking the edge off. It doesn’t take away from my desire for him. I want all of him, every thick inch deep inside of me, and I want it now.

  “Mitchell,” I breathe, licking my lips a second time as his cock bobs in front of my face.

  He chuckles, wrapping his hand around his length and slowly stroking his cock. I reach for the hem of my tank top and slowly pull it over my head. Baby hisses as my bare breasts are exposed.

  “You need to wear a bra around this place, Tiny,” he grunts. I let out a small laugh, groaning at the pain in my ribs when I do. “Want you on top so I don’t hurt you,” he murmurs.

  I tilt my head back and look up into his eyes. I love those blue eyes, especially when they’re focused on me.

  “But first, I want to watch you,” he says, his gaze dropping to between my legs. “I want to see you come apart, Lea.”

  Tugging my sleep pants off, I spread my legs for him without resistance. I want to touch myself for him. I want him to watch me, to get so goddamn hot for me that he loses control and fucks me the only way I crave for him to.

  Hard and fast.

  Slipping my fingers down the center of my chest, I stop just at the top of my mound. Mitchell groans, as I spread my lips apart. Slowly, I dip one of my fingers inside of my center, then swirl it around my clit.

  “Fuck this,” he barks. “I need to taste you,” he announces as he drops to his knees in front of me.

  I gasp when his hands wrap around the inside of my knees and he spreads my legs even wider than they were. Before I can even come up with a coherent thought, his mouth is at my pussy and my head drops back with a moan.

  Threading my fingers through his hair, I tug him a little closer. He lets out a growl and runs his teeth across my clit. I let out a sigh as he eats me like I’m the last meal he’ll ever have.

  My thighs shake and I attempt to close my legs. Baby’s fingers tighten around the back of my knees and he forces them open even wider. My hips move, as much as they can, as I tug his face even closer to me.

  “Shit, shit, shit,” I chant as the orgasm takes over my entire body in a rush that I wasn’t expecting yet.

  He sits back before he stands to his feet. I haven’t caught my breath as I lift my eyes up to look at him. I can see the evidence of my release on his face and it only makes me want him more. I want to lick it off of him, then I want to suck his dick.

  I want him everywhere.

  “You can suck my dick when you’re better, Lea. I’m going to fuck that mouth and no way in hell do I want
to hurt you when I do,” he announces as if he can read my mind.

  Baby winks before he climbs onto the bed. With his back against the headboard, I watch him over my shoulder, biting the corner of my lip at how sexy he looks. Turning around, I crawl up his legs, his thighs, then I straddle his lap.

  I can feel his warm hard cock, and I sigh as I slide my pussy up his length. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I grip him tightly and hold my breath as I rise up slightly.

  Baby aligns his cock with my center, I let out a breath and slowly sink down along his length. I hiss at the sensation as he stretches me to the point of pain. Once I’m fully seated and he’s buried inside of me, I sigh as I open my eyes to look into his blue gaze.

  He doesn’t say anything, his hand slips between us and I feel his thumb press against my clit before he starts to rub in small, firm, circles.

  My head drops back, my hair falling down my back. Baby moans, his other hand sliding up the center of my chest to wrap around the front of my throat. I whimper, my hips moving as I grind down against his magical thumb.

  “Fuck,” he growls.

  I hum, my hips moving faster and faster. I shiver, my body climbing higher toward a second climax. Lifting my head, I look across at him, biting the corner of my lip as I continue to fuck him.

  “I’m close,” I warn.

  He grunts. “Squeeze me, Lea. Show me who you belong to, Tiny.”

  I whimper, a tremble rolling through my entire body. My pussy pulses and when I come it’s bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before, bigger than the first time he was inside of me.

  “Mitchell,” I cry out.

  His fingers around my throat squeeze as he pinches my clit and it draws my orgasm out, forcing it to last even longer. Then he gently slides his hands to my waist and guides me along his cock the way he wants me to move.

  Baby growls, pulling me down three times before he lets out a long groan and I feel his climax fill me. Slowly I sink down, burying my face in his neck and pressing my chest against his as I attempt to catch my breath.

  Baby’s hands slide up my back, I close my eyes as he shifts my dreads to the side. “How are you feelin’?” he asks.

  “Good now,” I breathe.

  He pulls me a little closer as if he’s trying to absorb me. “Your injuries, Lea. How are they?” He chuckles.

  I hum. “Good, now,” I repeat.

  He laughs, rolling me to the side. I lose him from inside of me but when he tangles his legs with mine and faces me, I don’t mind it so much. I close my eyes when he extends his hand and runs his finger down the side of my face.

  “Shit’s going down tomorrow night. I want you in my bed when I get home,” he murmurs.

  “Okay,” I agree.

  “Not fucking around, Lea. I don’t want to have to worry about you. I want to know you’re safe,” he says.

  I almost laugh at him, it would be comical if I didn’t realize just how serious this whole thing was.

  “No fucking around, Mitchell. I’ll be in your room, I won’t leave the clubhouse, I swear.”

  He nods, then there’s a knock on the door. Without saying anything to me, he rolls off of the bed and walks over to the door. I admire his ass on the way, then let out a groan when I see who’s on the other side.

  It’s Keys.

  They whisper to one another and Baby grunts before slamming the door. “It’s time, Lea. Come give me a kiss before I go,” he orders.

  Climbing to my knees, I crawl over to him and press my lips against his. Baby wraps his hands around my waist and squeezes as he takes control of the kiss, leaving me completely breathless.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

  BABY

  Lea is tucked safely into bed as I follow Keys out of the clubhouse. Caron has agreed to the meet and we have to make it fast. Straddling my bike, I’m not surprised to look back at the clubhouse and see Snake’s unapproving gaze directed straight toward me.

  Lifting my hand, I flick my fingers toward him before I take off, my bike roaring out of the parking area. Keys isn’t far behind me, his bike just as loud as mine as we make our way toward the secret meeting spot, an hour and a half away.

  The ride is quiet, the night still and the sky dark. Once we arrive to the meeting spot, we tuck ourselves and our bikes far off of the road and make sure that nobody can see us.

  “So his sister has been kidnapped,” Keys offers.

  “That’s what he says.”

  There’s a moment of silence, then Keys clears his throat. “I looked her up. Pretty thing, blonde and tiny. Zero activity on her, including credit cards, debit cards, and phone. I mean the girl hasn’t returned a text message in weeks.”

  “That’s not normal behavior for her, or any other girl her age, is it?” I ask.

  He snorts. “Not unless that girl is Lea. No, it’s not normal for Camille Caron.”

  “What do you mean unless that girl is Lea?” I ask.

  Keys lifts his hand and scrubs his palm down his face before he places both of his fists on his hips. “Skinner had me keep tabs on Lea throughout the years. She didn’t text like normal teenagers, in fact, she hardly texts at all still. She’s known for losing her phone and she doesn’t give a fuck about social media.”

  I blink at his words. “Skinner had you spy on her, read her personal messages?”

  Keys shrugs. “He’s not the first, and he’s not the only brother to do that, Baby. That shit’s done now though, she’s your Old Lady. If you want me to do that, I will, but not for anyone but you.”

  I dip my chin and look at my boots. “Fucking hell,” I whisper. “No, I don’t want you to spy on her phone or anything else.”

  It’s a lie though. I do want him to spy on her. I want to know everything there is to know about Lea. I want to keep her protected, in a bubble, and away from the rest of the fucked up world. The lights of a car flash and we decide to slink into the shadows, our conversation abandoned.

  “That’s him, I recognize the license plate,” Keys whispers.

  “We don’t show ourselves until we know he’s alone,” I remind him.

  Quietly, we watch as he shifts the car into park and kills the engine. The lights turn off and the driver’s door opens. I watch to see if any other doors swing open, but they don’t.

  Caron is standing in front of his car, his arms crossed over his chest. “I’ll go check out the inside of the car, you talk to Caron,” Keys instructs.

  Lifting my chin, I step out from the shadows and make my way toward him. “Benoit,” I say, holding my hand out for a shake.

  He slips his palm in mine and we give one another a hearty handshake. “What’s this about, then?” he asks, his eyes darting from side to side.

  “Martel has had an awful lot of meetings about this trade. I just need to know if everything is on the up-and-up. My president needs to know if it is before he goes in there and does this for him. Contract or no, we don’t trust Martel.”

  Caron chuckles humorlessly. “Nobody should ever trust Martel. You’re right to question him, he’s a snake.”

  “Our plan is in place to extract Camille, but you have to tell us if we’re walking into a trap. We get fucked over and the deal with you is off,” I say.

  Caron lifts his chin, his eyes focused on me and if I’m looking deep enough into his gaze, I can see the fear in him. He clears his throat, then looks at his feet before he lifts his gaze back up to mine.

  “I was going to try and take care of it on my own,” he begins to explain. “But now that we’re here, your men can probably help a fuck’ve a lot more than just me.”

  “What the fuck is going on?” I demand.

  “Martel is fucking obsessed with your girl. It doesn’t have anything to do with her, just the fact that he can’t have her, which makes her all the more desirable to him. She was Carter’s first, which made him want her, now she’s untouchable which makes him want her even more.”

  I grind my teeth together, trying not to ta
ke out my anger on the messenger, especially since he claims he’s going to help.

  “His plans are to come into your clubhouse and extract her. I think he wants to go through the window of one of the rooms, take her while no one is the wiser. He’s been watching your place, notices that most people hang out in the bar area all day and aren’t in the bedrooms.”

  “Fuck,” I grunt.

  Keys appears at my side and Caron doesn’t even blink at his presence. “Find anyone hiding in my car?” he asks Keys.

  “Nope,” Keys responds.

  Caron smirks. “You either need a decoy, hide her in a safer place, or be ready for him. His idea is that you’ll be too distracted by the transfer that you’ll be on low security at your clubhouse.”

  “We’ll take care of the clubhouse, text me if anything changes,” I offer. He lifts his chin in a sign of understanding and agreement. “Caron?” I call out.

  He watches me, waiting for me to speak. “Thanks,” I nod. “We’ll get your sister out, and both living Martels will pay for their crimes,” I growl.

  “As they should have a long time ago. I’ll see you on the other side of this, Baby. You’ll forever have my loyalty.”

  Without another word we separate. Keys and I straddle our bikes as Caron slips into the driver’s seat of his car. We start our bikes’ engines and roar out of there and head home. This whole fucking thing is a mess, I can feel it, but there’s no way to stop it.

  We’re going to transfer the women and children, we’re going to save Camille and set the rest of them free, and we’ll be ending the Martels.

  When all is said and done, the Martels will be gone and then Lea and I can finally start our lives. She may not trust me one hundred percent yet, but she will. Even if she doesn’t, she’s mine and she’s not going anywhere.

  LEA