by Forgy, M. N.
Looking into Mac’s eyes, I plead for him to go with me to change.
“Okay,” he agrees.
I stop, looking over the uneaten food laid out on the table.
“Oh, are you guys hungry?”
Machete sniffs the chrome bowl of potatoes and then dips two fingers in before plopping them in his mouth.
“See, violence doesn’t just make me hungry.” Mac points at him, wrapping his arm around my neck as we head up to my room for clothes.
Mac
“Is Jillian okay?” Simone asks, undressing from those hideous blue pajamas.
“Uh, yeah, Zeek took her home after they pulled the bullet out and gave her some blood.” That’s what he texted me anyway. I’ve been hell-bent on finding Simone to go see either of them at the hospital.
Sitting on the bed, the fucking bedding is so fluffy my feet don’t even reach the ground. This place is immaculate, better than I could ever give Simone.
“Jesus, this guy was loaded, why would you wanna be with me when you could have all this?” The sentence falls from my mouth before I can catch it, but it’s a question that needs to be asked. I can’t offer her and Catori half of this shit.
Simone turns around with her hands on her hips, her bra and panties the only thing she’s wearing. My chest rises as I take her cute little ass in. I missed her so goddamn much. I thought I was going to die with every passing second I was on the road trying to get here as fast as I could. Every minute I thought that something bad was happening to her, made me speed even faster.
“You think this is living?” she scoffs, and my eyes trail up her torso back to her eyes. “This doesn’t make me feel like I do when I’m with you. This”—she waves her hands around—“is making up for a life of loneliness, and let me tell you something, it doesn’t fucking work! It’s just a fancy prison.” She takes a deep breath, her hand rubbing her collarbone.
“I don’t love being here or any of this stuff if it’s not with you and Catori.” Her voice softens, and sucker punches me right in the chest. “I told you before, I wanna hold your stupid hand, and wear your stupid shirts. Nobody else’s.”
A boyish grin spreads across my face, and I suddenly need to touch her. It’s one thing to hear it, but I wanna feel it.
Sauntering up behind her, I trace my finger down her spine, little peach fuzz tickling against the pad of my finger. Her flirtatious eyes peek over her shoulder and my dick rises.
She yanks a dress off the floor and steps slowly into it.
“Call me crazy, but I’d rather wear leather than this stupid ball gown.” She shakes her head, shimmying her shoulders, the sheer fabric falls into place. This woman is marriage material, I tell you.
Sliding my hands down her sides, my dick dances in my pants. Fuck, she’s getting thin and curvy as hell and it’s turning me on to see every inch of it in this dress.
Pulling her braid from her shoulder, I pull my cut off my shoulders and grab her arm, helping her into it.
Smiling eyes meet mine as I help her put it on. Clutching her shoulders with my hands, I force her to turn around and look in the mirror.
“Anything looks good with leather.” I wink at her reflection in the mirror, and she giggles. “When we get home, you’ll have your own cut, babe.”
“Yeah?” Her eyes light up, and that reaction means so much to me. Knowing she wants the world to know she’s my property.
I’m going to fuck her with so much disrespect when her doctor gives her the clear.
My tongue, cum, and fingers will be on every inch of her skin.
“What are the guys going to do with Veer?” she asks, taking my mind off her sexy ass. I open my mouth to tell her but decide against it. There are some things that need to remain club business, and this is one of them. It’s not that I don’t trust Simone, I’m protecting her. Protecting her from the mental damage and guilt that comes with being in the brotherhood, and from anyone who thinks she might have details of club shit.
“We have to make a pit stop in Vegas,” is all I tell her, hoping she’ll be asleep when we take care of it.
“Let’s roll!” Machete roars from downstairs.
Smacking Simone’s ass, we head out of the room and downstairs, my hand wrapped around her tightly. The entire staff of the mansion is tied up on their knees with pillowcases over their heads. The boys work quick.
Simone’s eyes widen as she looks everyone over. “We couldn’t take any risks with someone calling the cops or ID’ing us,” I explain.
Clutching her hand, I take her outside to my motorcycle. Raven is standing guard just outside, her gun raised and ready to fire. She’s fierce and determined. I tried to make her stay behind, but it’s almost as if she thinks she’s patched in as a brother or something. Always down for some action.
“Easy, Tomb Raider, we’re out of here!” I tell her in passing. She lowers her gun and smiles at Simone. Starting my bike, Simone climbs on behind me, her fancy dress and heels making it hard for her. When she wraps her arms around me tightly, my cock throbs at the recognition of her touch. It’s scary how addicted I am to her, how crazy I become without her.
They say meth is the most dangerous drug out there, freely sweeping the streets on its own will, but I don’t think it has anything on love. It’s more dangerous and out of control than a street drug.
Machete whistles casually as he and Felix carry a large garbage bag into the back of the truck; Veer’s dead body. Simone doesn’t look away, it’s almost as if she needs to see it to believe he’s really gone. Reaching back, I squeeze her thigh in reassurance that nobody will ever hurt her again.
A loud groan sounds from the bag and Simone nearly screams.
“Fuck!” Growling, I pull my gun out and climb off my bike. Stepping to the bed of the truck, Machete backs up, letting me climb up into the back. The bag moves and grunts.
Pointing the gun at the round end of the trash bag, I fire one single bullet and the groans fade instantly.
“Damn it, I’m really going to have to bleach my truck now,” Machete mutters. Gun still aiming at Veer’s body, a small hole in the plastic allowing blood to spill out, I feel much better knowing I delivered the final blow to his existence.
Hopping out, Simone is looking the other way with her hand covering her mouth.
Putting my gun up, my hand on her lower back I kiss her neck.
“I took care of it, let’s get home to Catori.”
She nods and climbs on the bike after me.
Machete gets into his truck, and Felix gets on his bike beside me. Pulling out of the mansion driveway, we leave behind more than just a crime scene, but life Simone gave up to be with me.
We last a few hours on the road, and I notice Simone starting to shift, her hold on me lightening. For someone who doesn’t ride often and with her still recovering, long hours can be straining. Veer took Simone down south to his mansion in California, and it’s a good few hours away from where we reside.
I pull over to a secluded gas station off the freeway to give her a break, we need to fill up anyway.
The little shitty gas station’s yellow and blue paint is chipping away with every gust of wind, the gas pumps old and rusty.
“Why are we stopping?” Simone asks as soon as I turn the engine off to my bike.
“Need gas, and why don’t you climb in the truck for a while. Stretch out?” I suggest.
“No, I don’t—”
Pressing my hand against her mouth to shut her up, her eyes go wide.
“Go. Rest. I’ll be right behind you.” I’m not giving her the option. I don’t want to be apart from her either, but with her just having surgery a little over a week ago, I know she’s in pain.
Her body sulks, and she stares at me with a death look as she slowly begins to climb off the leather seat. Taking her hand, I help her off. When her heels hit the ground, she winces, her hands on her knees as she bends over.
“You okay?”
“It’s just m
y...” she waves to the general area of her cut.
“Yeah, see. Come on, let’s get you in the truck for a while.”
“Fuck this is a drive!” Machete yawns, climbing out of his truck and stretching.
“Simone is going to ride with you, she needs a break,” I tell him.
“Yeah, climb in.” Machete shrugs, uncaring. “I’m getting jerky.”
Walking her to the back of his truck, I open the door. The smell of new car rushing about us.
Giving Simone a kiss, she nips my lip and smiles weakly before climbing into the back seat. My hand on the bottom of her back, I do my best to help her in.
“I’ll be right behind you,” I assure her before shutting the door. I hate being without her, but she’s in so much pain she needs a break.
“Drive like you have some sense!” I point to Machete who is walking out chomping on dry meat.
Filling our tanks, and grabbing some snacks, we’re back on the road in no time. I’m ready to see Catori. Alessandra, Felix’s ol’ lady stayed back to watch her, and that alone makes me nervous. Alessandra is a firecracker and does whatever she wants. I’ll kill her if she does anything stupid with Catori in her care.
Chapter 29
Mac
Night falls upon us as we drive for miles and miles. Finally, just outside of Vegas, Machete takes a right to a side road and we all follow. Stopping in the middle of the desert, he keeps his truck running and climbs out. Putting my bike on its kickstand, I go to help. This is my mess after all.
“Simone awake?” I ask, not wanting her to see this.
“Nope, both of them are out. Perfect time for this,” he grunts. Dropping the tailbed, he drags the body out of the back. No matter how tough Raven is, Machete does his best to protect her.
Veer’s body falls to the ground hard, the trash bag still wrapped around his corpse when Machete pulls his blade out and starts hacking at limbs.
“Jesus!” I jump away, not wanting to be bladed into pieces. Blood and bone fly everywhere, so I take a step back and watch the crazy fucker do what he does best. I swear he was a butcher in his past life.
Glowing eyes circle us, foxes, coyotes, snakes. It’s as if they know it’s feeding time. They stay a perfect twenty feet away from us, not one of them coming any closer as they wait for their meal.
“You better hurry before our friends get impatient,” Felix informs from his bike, noticing the animals circling us as well.
“They’ll wait,” Machete states, out of breath.
“You do this often?” I can’t help but ask, and I get a maniacal laugh in return. I’m not sure if it’s a good thing he feeds the starving wild animals, or a bad thing he’s feeding them body parts on a regular basis.
It doesn’t even take him twenty minutes before he’s completely sawed the man up, and is chucking pieces of the body out to the desert animals. The sound of growling and chomping making my bones chill.
Machete roars, thumping his chest like a wild animal himself, and I worry he’s going to wake Simone. I don’t want her to see this shit, and he knows that. She’s not like the rest of us.
There’s a place between good and bad, and Simone is right in the middle of that. I want to keep her there, right within my reach.
“King Kong! Can we drive home now?” Felix whines.
Machete laughs, throwing his bloody blade in the bed of the truck, and climbing back into the cab.
Straddling my bike, I start it and follow him back to the club. I’m just glad all this is fucking over.
Simone
Vegas lights shine through the back window, waking me from my sleep. This dress is so uncomfortable my back is soaked in sweat. I can’t wait to get it off. Sitting upright, I pull at the suffocating fabric for some relief.
The Sin Casino comes into sight, and I nearly start crying, the uncomfortable dress forgotten. I’m going to see Catori in a matter of minutes. Raven sits upright in the front seat, glances in the back seat with tired eyes and smiles. Her black hair is a mess, and she has bags under her eyes.
“You excited to see, Catori?”
“God, yes!” The words fall out as if I’m saying a prayer.
Machete pulls in the back lot of the casino, and I don’t even wait for the truck to stop before I’m jumping out and running into the casino. Adrenaline rushes through me, my heart racing like I’m on drugs. I need to see Catori now. I need to know she’s safe, feel her against my skin, and hear her cries.
“Simone!” Mac’s voice has me stop near the blackjack table, and I wait, letting him catch up.
He grasps my elbow and pulls me in the opposite direction.
“This way!” He escorts me to a black elevator to the side, men in leather cuts guarding it. It’s a private elevator that will take us straight to the room.
Stepping inside, he presses the button to the top floor and locks his fingers with mine as we descend upward. His fingers interlock with mine perfectly, both of our palms sweaty. The song “Rockabye Baby” by Clean Bandit plays through the speakers.
My heart is drumming in my chest so fast I can’t catch my breath, my tongue dry and feeling like sandpaper in my mouth.
The doors finally open, and I hurry into the hall finding Bishop with a gun pointed at us. His surfer looking hair swept in front of his determined eyes as he aims at us. But I don’t stop in my pursuit. He’s going to have to shoot me to keep me from entering that room and getting my baby.
“I got it from here,” Mac tells him, and he drops his gun, taking a step back.
“Just want to be safe,” Bishop whispers, and Mac gives him a brotherly pat on the shoulder.
Mac pulls his key out and unlocks the door. Pushing it open with both hands, tears fall down my face, my bottom lip trembling with the adrenaline rushing through me as I step inside.
The familiar smell of the suite greets me as Alessandra, Felix’s ol’ lady, rocks Catori in the main room. Her ol’ lady leather cut greeting me, and her dark hair in a messy ponytail spilling around her face.
With a smile, she whispers to Catori. “Look who’s home!”
My arms out wide, I strut to her. Alessandra gently gives me my baby, and I press Catori into me closely. I can finally breathe, and I inhale the smell of her baby soap. The feel of her soft skin and the sound of her little snore when she sleeps has me crying.
God, how can you love something so much, so hard. It’s not fair. It’s blissful as it is hurtful.
My knees giving out, I slip to the floor with Catori tightly in my grasp.
“I’ll never leave you again. I swear.” I sob into the top of her black hair. Regret for leaving her floods my body. Regardless if I was saving her, it hurt so bad to leave her behind.
“Thanks for watching her, Alessandra.” Mac sits on the couch, watching me and Catori reunite.
“Absolutely, she was amazing.” Alessandra’s voice cracks with exhaustion.
Running the pad of my finger over Catori’s chubby little cheek, I pray to the gods, thanking them all for bringing me back where I belong. I don’t deserve happiness, but I’m so thankful for it, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to everyone around me.
“I’m going to go, catch a ride home with Felix,” Alessandra informs.
“I’ll walk you down,” Bishop states, standing in the doorway with a weapon in his hand. He seems more at peace with a gun than a textbook.
Sniffling, I look up at her with swollen eyes. “Thank you. Thank you so much!” I tell her, trying to pull myself together. She winks, tears in her own eyes from our homecoming.
Lips pressed into a thin line, I rest my head on Catori’s. I love being a part of an actual family who has each other’s back. I will forever owe them for this and look forward to the day I can repay my debt.
Looking down at Catori, she never wakes. She’s out solid. God, she’s so beautiful. Lacing my finger around hers, our matching toffee skin, I feel our heart beat as one. We sit like that tangled up on the floor for
at least an hour. My incision hurts, and this dress is killing me, but I don’t want to move. For I’m afraid if I do I’ll wake and this will all be a dream.
The jar of butterflies I let go won’t be free, but dead.
“Let’s go lay her down.” Mac rubs my back and my head snaps in his direction.
“I can’t put her down,” I whisper.
“Let’s put her in our bed then, I don’t want to be away from either of you.” He stands, holding his hand out to me. Looking down at Catori, rocking her, I think about it.
Raven enters the suite, dressed in all black with a rifle in her right hand. My eyes bulge at the sight of her. I swear she’s G.I. Jane’s sister.