by M. Kristine
“You stayed,” the shock in her voice has my heart clenching. Who knew it could even feel let alone clench?
“Of course, I stayed. You’re in my bed. In my room,” I joke. She presses up quickly kissing my lips fast.
“You know what I mean, silly.” The cuteness is back in her voice. I run my finger down her jaw to her chest and the swell of her breast
“I will always stay. It's just going to get bumpy at times, babe,” I say leaning in and kissing her nose.
“I gotta go, babe.” She groans as I slip from under her.
“Nooooo,” her voice whines out. I can't help but laugh at her.
“I have to. You know this and them doe eyes and pouty lips won't help you, but they will warrant you a spanking later.” Picking up the pillow from my side I throw it at her as a banging sounds out on the other side of my door.
“Hey, dick bag. Wakey, wakey, hand off snakey,” Flame hollers kicking my door.
“I’m up you fucking douche now fuck off,” I call out as I slip into my jeans
“Ooo, biker boy. No boxers and a dirty mouth,” she says wiggling her eyebrows at me.
“You know me, baby. A real rebel.” Threading my arms through my tee shirt and I slip on my boots. “See you later beautiful.” Winking at her I walk from my room just as Capone walks from Saylor’s.
I pull the door shut quietly behind me.
His eyes meet mine as I slip my good arm into my cut and point to my shot arm.
“Wanna be next then keep doing that,” I smile at him then walk down the stairs. Mrs H hands me a coffee as she slides a plate of bacon and eggs toward my seat at the bar. Flame is already digging into his. His eyes meet mine as he shoves his fork in his mouth.
“What,” I snap at him.
“Oh nothing, lover boy. Nothing at all,” he begins to laugh choking on his mouth full of eggs.
“Fuck you,” I spit at him. “What? Didn't get any morning head.” Raising his eyebrow at me I raise my fist to punch him in his smart mouth.
“HEY!” Mrs H snaps out. Our eyes never leave each other; his fork mid air and my fist dangerously close to his face.
“Never make decisions on an empty stomach. And no damn fighting at my clean bar. Take your schoolboy crap to the boxing ring in the gym,'' her sweet voice echoes.
“You’re lucky I love her like a mother and respect her more than your friendship, dick bag, or you would be eating from a straw about now,” I seethe at him picking up my coffee.
“Yeah. Yeah, lover boy. You’re all words. You know you love me more than morning head,” he laughs out as I choke on my coffee. He could just be right but morning head from Senna would be pretty hard to beat.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Viper
“First order of business,” Ace says as he lowers himself slowly into his chair. He looks like shit. I am sure sleep didn't find him at all last night, but a bottle of scotch did by the smell radiating off him is anything to go by.
“Nitro, what do ya have to report?” Ace and my father sent Nitro on a run to investigate a new deal for the Reapers. They are a club we are in with from NY. They have a gun deal that they need us in on as it’s coming through our waterways. They are the type of club we could really call on in the future. They have three clubs under them. Three big and powerful clubs not to mention the Reaper himself, Ghost. So, they wanna run guns with us and have us buy their stock weapons. They could come in handy with this new Devils Knights demand over our heads. We don't work on demands nor threats, but a steady number of guns would definitely come in handy right about now.
Ace sent Nitro out to meet with an underground gang that the Reapers had word on that had the amount they were after plus extra for us. They are based in the mountains two towns over from us. So close yet I hadn't even heard of them.
So, Nitro was sent out to check out their credibility and their stock then report back to us for a vote.
“Yeah, well about that, Boss. They seem sketchy as fuck. A right shit bag type operation, if you ask me, Boss.” Nitro leans back in his chair placing a joint between his lips. He's never not smoking that shit. It's like cigarettes to him. I hear the crackling of the weed as he sucks it deep into his lungs.
“The containers that have the guns stored in them are buried into the side of the mountains. There are four containers two blue and two red. They took me to the blue ones and the guns inside them are beat to hell. The AK-47s and the AKA’s that we are after were in such bad shape, Boss. They had scratches all over them. Dings and dents, different color parts attached that I actually refused to test them out. They got really stiff and rude with me when I said nah, I'm good on testing them out. But what really made me nervous and take a step back was the fact that they were so damn eager to sell them. The deals they were throwing at me would have me coming in my jeans if they were any good. They wanted them out of there and fucking fast. I asked what was in the other containers and with that they became dark and pushy. Then they had a guy follow me back to the shit house motel I was at.” Rubbing my hand over my jaw I smell that faint scent of Senna on my fingers. A low groan ripples up my chest as my cock pushes against the zipper of my jeans.
“Think they're hot?” Ace asks, looking at all of us as my dad runs his fingers through his hair. He also looks like shit.
“Hey,” I speak up. “Can I speak?” I ask as it’s a church meeting and I'd rather be respectful and not get shot again. Ace looks at my father and they both nod.
“So, the other week I was at a bar on the other side of town. Just a seedy, run down bar that has good cheap liquor.” Looking around the table all eyes are on me and Flame has a smile so wide on his face that it has me wanting to slap it off sideways.
“Drowning some sorrows were you brother,” he chimes in.
“Shut up, dick.” I kick him under the table.
“Fuck you, Viper. You know your lady troubles was it” he winks at me the dick bag. We go a long way back him and I. He knows me so well, but right now I wanna shoot his smart ass. “You’re a fuc-”
“That's fucking enough, you two,” my dad barks out while the rest of the boys stifle a laugh.
“This is the problem with this club. No RESPECT. You older men are allowing these younger men to speak like they own the damn world,” Wise guy speaks up at the end of the table.
“I know I said you all need to let them have more say and input, but this bickering shit does my head in. Now, Viper, carry on,” he screams authority. We all listen and sit up a little straighter.
“Oh, and Nitro, put that fucking joint out will you. The smell fucks with my sinus.” Nitro nods stubbing it out fast.
“Sorry, Wise guy,” he stammers out pulling his body up and sitting straight in his chair. I steal a glance at Flame as he smirks at me shaking my head. He's a fucking dick. A childish dick bag.
“Well, as I was saying, it has me wondering if the underground gang stole them from the competition. I had heard talk the other week when I was at that bar. A few of the guys in the back corner were bitching about a shipment that came in that got taken from them hard and fast under fire. If they are the same guns, they want them gone fast and us buying them would be right up their alley and in turn place unneeded heat on us. They know they are hot, and they know they could use that against us. We have to look at it as if all gangs, chapters, charters alike are threats to us. We are a strong and powerful club that has nothing but blue blood running through it, so we are a target for people to have bragging rights that they brought us to our knees. You all know that all the competition and the cops were dying to get a shot at us,” I say to them picking up my coffee cup and taking a sip of the still warm dark liquid. It has a faint taste of Jack in it just the way I like it. Mrs H knows me well. I fucking love that woman.
“The shape those guns were in, was a definite robbery gone wrong,” Nitro says, scratching the back of his neck. Dad rubs the stubble on his cheeks as he processes what Nitro and I have said.
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bsp; “Alright, I don’t think this is something I want to get involved in, who agrees?” Dad asks.
Ace eyes him “Well, brother, last time I checked I was the Prez and you’re VP,” his sly remark to my father has the hair on the back of my neck standing up. My dad's eyes burned into his.
“Yes, brother, you have the name and the gravel, but I have the enforcer as a son and the experience. Also, I am the VP whom has a say in all and any decisions.” I watch dad, my knuckles turning white from the pressure of my balled fist.
“Vote, boys,” Wise guy pipes in, his hands slamming down on the solid wooden table.
Ayes are spoken around the table in agreement.
“We don’t need to make waves,” Wise guy says again as he leans back in his chair, his long gray beard resting on his rather impressive beer belly.
“Tie up that loose end. Nitro remove the gun threat from the Devils and the stolen guns from that underground gang. Have that phone call made to the cop in our pocket and them off the streets,” Ace snaps. He's pissed dad pulled him up on his power play shit. We are a brotherhood; a family and he need to be reminded of that.
” Next order of business is the shoot up on the safe house. Any word out there if it was Devils?” Ace lights a cigarette.
“Not a damn thing, Prez,” Blade calls out. “I have pulled all the camera footage and it’s them alright. It's their colors but they were masked up so I can’t ID any of them.” Blade runs his hands through his hair. Ace makes him nervous and you see it in his movements.
“Shit, not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing,” Dad says.
“Yeah, well they are still on the list of shit bags to bring down. Fucking demanding guns and blow from me, then shooting up where my daughters are.” Ace’s annoyance is thick in his tone as he draws in deep on the end of his cigarette.
“Doesn’t make sense to me,” I think loudly, not realizing I said the words.
“How so?” Ace asks, taking yet another deep drag from his cigarette.
“I just don’t get how a powerful club like the Devils who have so many high up men in their pockets want guns and blow from us,” I say as Wise guy nods his head in agreement.
“Yeah, something is fishy,” Wise guy says, agreeing. “Hmm... find out who these fuckers really are and who is in their pockets and why. Then we will deal with them accordingly. But for now, we need to talk about this fucking warehouse and candy deal for that other gun shipment fuck up.”
He seethes out looking at me, right at me like it’s my fault. “Hey, I told you not to take that fucking deal,” I snap. I'm well and truly over his fucking shit this last month. “This is why I have been saying to listen to the young ones,” Wise guys says taking a sip from his mug of coffee.
“Blade you do some digging and get back to me. I want everything on these fuckwits whom think they can come into my state; fuck shit up and throw their weight around. Only enough space in this town for one outlaw biker club and that’s ours.”
Ace says as he looks at my dad and speaks again. “Let’s get the safe house cleaned and stocked up. et the girls out there. Not mine though,” he demands
“Nor fucking mine,” Dad grinds out, the dark in his voice heavy. Something is going on with these two and I bet my good arm it has to do with me and Senna and the fact that dad and Wise guy wants me to step up. Dad wants to step down from all the stress and be with mum more.
“Send the Chicas. God it will be good not to smell them or see them or fucking hear them for a while,” Wise guys bites out.
“Now this warehouse hit,” Ace says as Blade pushes out maps of the building and surrounding area. He also has the blueprints of the inside and where the men are stationed and where the cameras are.
“I want three men on them at all times, so we know where they are, what they are doing. I don't want any fucking surprises,” Ace barks out over us all.
“I have the vans and the fire power ready,” Stone says. “I have all of our gear and vests ready. The chicas were taking duffle bags up to our rooms for us while we were in church.” Snapping my eyes to the glass window I look out up to the rooms and my door. Fuck me. I hope Senna is out of there before then. I know Callie would have chosen to take my damn bag. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK my mind screams as my body tenses. Flame kicks me under the table. I snap my eyes to his and he's just grinning at me. I'm so smashing his ass after all of this is over.
“So, we are all ready then?” we all nod at the prez.
“Right then take your maps and check your gear and put it on. We meet out front at 0100 hours for roll out.” Ace slams the gavel down and everyone gets up to leave. I look over at Flame who is red in the face from trying to keep his laughter in.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“You are so fucked, man,” he laughs. I throw Wise guys empty pack of smokes at him.
Fucker. So glad he thinks this shit is funny. I fucking don't. Callie will cause a scene and Senna will fucking lose her shit. Callie will run her slut mouth about her being the only chick my dick likes, and I can’t have Senna hearing that shit.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Senna
A vibrating noise on the nightstand next to the bed pulls me from sleep after the best night of my life. I grab a phone off the stand and realize its Luca’s phone. He was so quick to leave this morning after Flame made a racket outside his door earlier.
I pick it up and see four missed calls and a few messages from an unsaved number. I wonder who is calling and texting him. I gather now that we are together, I get to know these things or at least ask. He is still a dark man, the enforcer for my father’s club, so I gather a lot will be kept from me and I will have to find a way to be ok with that. I don't want secrets at all.
I get up to put some clothes on. Stepping over my Lucas bloody t-shirt has me thinking of the pain he has gone through for me. Like my dad actually shot him. God, I wonder what Capone will get from dad when he finds out about him and Saylor. She says nothing is happening, but I know there is.
I said the same thing to myself about me and Luca but for years now there has been. You can't expect to be brought up in this life around these men and us not fall for at least one of them when you do nothing but preach, they are to keep us safe and be with us all the time.
I look at the floor to my clothes that I shed last night before hopping into Lucas bed naked. Waiting for him. Wanting to surprise him. My mind runs over the loss of my purity and how freaking unbelievable and beautiful that moment was. He made it soft, gentle, special. He was so tender with me it has me wanting to feel, see, experience the darker, hungrier side of Luca. Viper. I want the Viper.
I walk to his dresser and pull out one of his Ace of Spades Tee’s, pick up my panties and my jeans. I place them down on his bed. As I walk into the shower, I think this room is always in a disarray. God, I need to do some cleaning and organizing. Stat.
Flicking the faucet to hot I step in as the steam starts to swirl up around me as the water hits my skin. I shiver as the hot water stings my over sensitive skin. Tilting my head under the water to wet my hair I grab his shampoo and wash my hair with it. Next I take his body wash that smells of him all manly and minty mixed with a sandalwood undertone. Its yummy. So yummy. I squirt a generous amount onto the washcloth and lather it all over my body taking special care between my thighs. That area is super tender.
Mmmm the smell of Luca swirls up around me as the heat from the shower and the steam send it to my nostrils. I rub it all in deep into my wet skin and let its just soak in. I wanna smell like him forever.
Shutting the water off after I rinse the bubbles from my body and hair, I towel myself dry as I walk into Lucas room from the bathroom. I wrap the towel from my body into my hair and slip into my panties and thread my arms through Luca’s shirt. His smell hits me and my thighs clench as a warm feeling forms down low in my core. His shirt engulfs my slim figure, so I tie the bottom corner hem into a knot and then pull my jeans on. Just as I am slip
ping my other leg into my jeans the door opens. My eyes snap to it hoping like hell it’s Viper. Shock hits me when my eyes meet the death stare of Callie.
“Um, bitch, what the fuck are you doing in here?” Callie’s snaky voice fills the room as she steps further in. A big black duffle bag is in her hands. I feel anger coil inside my stomach. One of those texts or missed calls better not have been from her my Luca.
“You deaf, Biker Princess?” she snaps at me dropping the bag.
“No, doll, not deaf just not interested in answering club trash. You aren’t worth a minute of my time.” Pulling the towel from my head I scoop my wet hair up into a high ponytail. Callie storms over to me.
“Fuck off and get outta here,” she spits at me.
“You can leave. I have a right to be here,” I say back to her. I pick up the rest of my clothes from the floor and fold them, placing them on top of the drawers by the window.
“Ha. Whatever, bitch. You’re playing games,” she snarls out coming around to where I am standing.
“Luca is mine now so you and the other little whore chicas need to get that into your pretty little heads,” I say stabbing my finger into her forehead, poking it trying hard to get my point across.
“HA! Says who?” she snaps her hand out and wraps it around my wrist.
“Says me,” his voice commands the room and has my soul melting down my thighs.
“She’s mine and you and the chicas will respect that. Keep your hands off her,” his tone commanded her attention. “Oh, and Luca too. You won’t fucking touch him either.” I say to her peeling her hand from my wrist. Luca takes a few strides into the room as Callie’s cheeks redden. His hands wrap around my waist pulling me into him.
“Damn, you were born to wear my shirt, babe. Look at your sexy ass.” His lips find my temple while my eyes burn into Callie’s as her mouth gaps open. I flick it closed with my forefinger.