by E. C. Land
“Ride me, baby,” he commands, gripping my hips.
Meeting his gaze, my breath hitches at the pure love in his eyes.
I hold his stare as he takes over thrusting up into my pussy sending me into another orgasm as he comes groaning my name.
Collapsing on top of him he rolls us to our sides almost immediately.
“Marry me, Sweetness?” he asks, cupping the side of my face tenderly.
“You know I will. You own me, James,” I murmur, closing my eyes and falling asleep with Tracker still deep inside me.
28
Tracker
“Brother, I think you need to get in the ring with someone. Release some of your frustrations,” Stoney suggests after walking into my office to find me throwing my phone across the room. I’d just gotten off the phone with Chains, who had nothing to update me with.
Those fuckers were in the wind.
It’s been three days since Victoria made her suggestions and I hadn’t spoken to anyone about it just yet. My hands have been full trying to keep everything under control and I wasn’t trying to worry about something else.
It’s not easy when it means juggling shitstorm after shitstorm. Add finding these fuckers and making sure my ol’ lady doesn’t do something stupid on top of it. Yeah I’d say I’ve about hit my limit.
Doesn’t help the situation that Stoney’s been in his own fucked up mood and highly short tempered recently.
“I’m good,” I snap meeting his glare.
“Bullshit,” he sneers, getting in my face.
“What the fuck is your problem?” I glower, standing nose to nose with my Prez.
“Nothing for you to worry about,” he mutters. “You need to get your ass under control before you do something stupid.”
“Me? What about your ass? I’m not the only one here that’s been in a foul mood. You’ve been more of an asshole to everyone around. And don’t think any of us haven’t noticed the tension between you and Rachel,” I snarl, becoming more pissed with him by the minute. Thinking of all the fucked-up things that could be the cause.
“What’s going on between my ol’ lady and me ain’t your concern, VP,” he grinds out through clenched teeth as he steps back and lifts his hands to grip his hair.
Taking in his expression, I get the feeling this goes beyond him and my cousin.
“That’s where you're wrong Prez. Rachel’s my cousin and I won’t put up with her being hurt in any way. She’s been through enough fuckin’ shit in her life to deal with more. On top of that she’s pregnant and doesn’t need the added stress of you being a dick,” I growl, taking a step back myself.
“I fuckin’ know she’s pregnant fucker. She’s my god damn wife and the only one I’ve allowed in my heart besides family, now things are fucked up beyond belief. I don’t know how to fuckin’ fix something when I don’t know the facts,” he yells.
Furrowing my brows I try to understand what the hell he’s talking about. Fix what?
“What are you talking about?” I ask. Not even wanting to get on the subject of him calling Rachel his wife. They’d gotten married without anyone being there to see while we were still in Louisiana.
“Boss,” he sneers.
“What about her?” My gut twists at the mention of the Prez of the Iron Vex MC. She and Stoney can’t stand each other yet put shit aside to become allies. Only she fucked it up by going behind our backs to get information instead of working with us. Plus, they also fucked a couple times and that I think is something that fucks with my Prez’s head.
Boss is a strong-willed woman who gets what she wants, taking no prisoners and if you think about it looks similar to Rachel with their skin tones and long dark hair.
“She’s got a kid,” he states.
“So what?” I ask, dreading his answer.
“Rachel saw a picture on Ricochet's phone and said the kid looked just like me,” he mutters, falling back on the couch behind him.
“Fuck me,” I say exhaling a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding.
“Yeah, tell me about it. Rachel’s been insecure enough with all the shit that’s been going on. Only to have her see this. I don’t know if the girl is mine or not. And honestly I’m scared to fuckin’ know. If it’s true, what does it mean? That I was never supposed to know I had another kid? My head is fucked right now with this shit. Puts my head back to not trusting bitches,” he growls, shaking his head as he leans forward bracing his elbows on his knees.
“Prez, you need to talk to Boss,” I state the truth to him. “I know you don’t want to trust her, and you don’t have to. But if that kid is yours, you have a right to see her and help raise her.”
“I know I do. Rachel even said I do. But it kills me seeing my fuckin’ wife upset thinking I only want her because she claims she looks like Boss. I don’t fuckin’ see it. When I look at Rachel all I see is light and feel whole. Whereas with Boss, I felt nothing. She and I only had one thing in common and that was fucking,” Stoney says.
Letting out a breath I grab one of the chairs that sits in front of my desk turning it to face Stoney I sit. “When the fuck did we turn into pussies?” I mutter.
“Beats the fuck out of me. Probably the moment we went balls deep in our ol’ ladies,” he chuckles before sobering. “I’m not gonna lose my woman over this bullshit.”
“And you won’t, Stoney. Rachel loves you too damn much to let you go. She’s just hurting right now,” I say hoping I’m right.
Straightening Stoney nods his head, “Enough of my bullshit what’s got you pissed,” he demands.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Guess since it’s pillow talk time I’ll say it. I’m stressed the fuck out,” I admit.
“About what?” he asks, furrowing his brow.
“Every fuckin’ thing. Victoria, this shit with her parents and Parker. Then there’s the fact she wants to send Tiny to her brother’s club. We’ve got too much shit to worry about here. Blow needs our help again with the bullshit he’s got going on,” I mutter, leaning back in my chair and hang my head in frustration.
“Alright brother. For one Blow’s got a lot of shit going on with the High Kings gang. I also think Nine is the one pulling shit with them trying to take Blow down. Blow doesn’t know who to trust besides Keys, Lucky, and Shiner. I don’t blame him either,” Stoney sighs.
“Nine’s still pissed he didn’t get the Prez’s chair when his ol’ man was killed,” I say, shaking my head.
“I bet, but what he doesn’t realize is you gotta earn that seat and Blow has. Nine doesn’t even deserve the VP spot. Hell, Horse isn’t even the Prez of his charter but he’s not whining and moaning about it. He’s perfectly fine with being VP. Twister earned his place as Prez,” Stoney declares.
He’s right Twister did earn his position and a lot of it had to do with the way he worked his ass off. Horse, being Twister’s best friend, even saw he was the better person for the position when it came time for them to move.
“As for cunt one, two and three, we’ll get them when they show their faces. Now what’s with her wanting to send Tiny to Inferno’s Clutch?” Stoney asks.
“She thinks that Raven’s mom could help Tiny heal. She’s some sort of a healer,” I shrug not really believing in the bullshit.
“And you don’t think it would be a good idea?”
“How could it? I mean the girl is scared of her own shadow,” I say.
Nodding Stoney seems to contemplate my words. “You remember when Cleo came to stay with us. She was scared of everything around her. I walked in on her ready to end her life because of the bullshit that fucker Jake put her through. Coming here helped her start the healing process. It might be a good idea for Tiny to go to another club. Doesn’t have to be Chains’ it could be Hammer’s or even Twister’s club. Shit could even send her to Reaper’s club.”
“You’re out of your mind if you think we could send her to Reaper’s club they’d eat her alive,” I chuckle. People a
round here think we’re crazy, try facing Reaper and Angel. They take pleasure in killing those who deserve it.
“Why don’t we let Victoria and Rachel ask Tiny? She might not even want to go,” Stoney suggests.
“And if she does?” I ask, feeling protective of the girl. Since she arrived at the clubhouse, we’ve all felt like we needed to protect her.
Shit, she might have been with a couple of the guys when she first got here. But that all changed after she’d come to Stoney and me, explaining she was hiding from those who would kill her for, as she put it, sinning before wedlock.
There’s some sick as hell people out there in this world.
“Then we let her go. Tiny deserves to be happy,” Stoney shrugs.
Doesn’t everyone.
Nodding my head, images of Vi pop in my head when I’d asked her to marry me. The smile she’d given me. Damn if she doesn’t make me feel just as Stoney said.
Happy.
29
Victoria
Sitting at one of the tables in the main room of the clubhouse by myself, I pick at the label on my water bottle. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but now I can’t get his words out of my head.
I mean I didn’t ask him to take on all my problems. I was perfectly fine with handling it on my own. I didn’t need him to do a thing for me. He still thinks I’m this delicate flower who needs him to do everything for me when he knows I’m more than capable of doing things for myself.
Then there’s the part about Tiny. This is the second time he’s said he didn’t think she needed to go. Does he have feelings for her?
All my self-doubts want to come creeping in and regret listening in on his conversation with Stoney. But who wouldn’t eavesdrop when their name is mentioned?
“Are you okay?” I blink as Momma B waves her hand in my face.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, clearing my throat.
“Nothing to be sorry for sweetheart. What are you doing over here all alone? Rachel and I’ve been in the playroom with the twins,” she states.
“I just wanted some time to myself,” I say. It’s technically not a lie. I did want to be by myself.
Yeah, to dwell in self-pity.
“Well, why don’t you come hang out with us,” Momma B suggests, smiling.
“Can I ask you something?” I blurt out the question before I could stop myself.
“Of course,” she says softly, taking a seat across from me.
“How do you do it?”
“Do what, Vi?” she asks, her brows knitted together.
Shaking my head, deciding to drop the subject. “Sorry it’s nothing. Just pregnancy hormones. Can you tell Tracker I’m going home to take a nap?”
“Sure, but just so you know whatever’s got you upset don’t let it fester. It will only cause trouble. I’d suggest letting it out before it gets to you,” she declares.
“What if it already has?” I whisper.
“Then you find an outlet,” she suggests. “What would you normally do?”
Closing my eyes for a moment, I suck in a deep breath. Only Raven, Pit, and my brother know the answer to that question.
Opening my eyes, I meet her gaze, “I’d get in the ring with Raven’s brother or mine to take my anger out on as I train,” I murmur.
“Ahh and now you're pregnant. Unable to let out your frustrations,” Momma B nods.
“Yeah, I suppose you're right,” I sigh acknowledging the truth.
I can’t.
“You can get in the ring with me,” Shadow mutters from behind, startling me.
Damnit. My head is so messed up right now these guys have been able to sneak up on me. I really need to find a way to figure out a new way to release pent up frustration besides sex. Especially when my frustration is toward the man I have sex with.
“Thanks, Shadow, but I couldn’t do that,” I say, shaking my head.
“Sure, you can. I’ll spar with you and keep it non-contact on my end,” he shrugs. “Besides, I’m not trying to put up with you being a bitch again when you end up shutting your emotions down, just so you don’t have to deal with them.”
I glance from Shadow to Momma B, silently asking her what she thinks.
“You're dressed for it and I honestly wouldn’t mind seeing what you’ve got,” she grins.
Looking down at my choice of wardrobe, I guess she’s right considering I’m wearing a stretchy ribbed tank and yoga bottoms with flip flops.
“I don’t know. This basketball I’m carrying might get in the way,” I mutter.
“Sweetheart, you’re hardly that big. I’m honestly shocked at how small you are. Then again with Rage I stayed small until I was around eight months. Let’s see what you have,” Momma B laughs as she puts her arm around me and the three of us head out the back door into a garage converted into a gym with a boxing ring off to one side.
“Alright, we do this, Shadow, but don’t let me hurt you, please,” I murmur.
“Vi, I hardly think you will hurt me,” Shadow grins as he climbs in the ring.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” I mumble under my breath as I climb up the other side.
“Do you want gloves?” Momma B asks.
“Nope,” I say before facing Shadow.
“Need rules?” Shadow asks as we circle each other.
“No rules,” I mutter, stretching my neck.
As Shadow makes his move, I sidestepped, tripping him in the process.
“What’s going on?” I hear Rachel ask, but I ignore her as Shadow and I circle each other once more.
“Releasing frustrations,” Momma B states.
“Damn, maybe I need to do that as well,” Rachel mutters.
“Maybe we all should,” Momma B says in agreement.
Tuning them out as they continue, I focus on Shadow wanting to be ready for his next move. When he makes it, I drop to my knee, swiping my leg out to knock him off his feet before standing back to my feet.
“Fuck,” Shadow mutters, holding out a hand to help him up I wait for him to take it.
Taking my hand, I let him get halfway to his feet before using his arm to pull it behind his back and lifting while putting my free arm around his neck. “Don’t ever underestimate someone just because they offer a hand,” I say, releasing him I step back from him.
“Duly noted,” Shadow grumbles, climbing to his feet.
As we circle each other again, I focus on him ignoring the crowd that starts to form around the ring.
Warmed up, I make my move. Lifting my leg, I let him think I was going for a kick but instead went for two jabs to his chest followed by a blow to the side of his head. Shadow staggers back, having not expected that move.
“Damnit, woman,” Shadow growls.
“We said no rules and I did say don’t let me hurt you,” I grin.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he mutters as we circle each other yet again. This time, I wait for him to make his move. Shadow throws a punch which I tilt my head to miss. Though I know he won’t really touch me, I’m sure it would have been close.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Tracker’s voice booms throughout the gym.
Without turning to him, I lift my leg, landing a roundhouse kick to Shadow’s chest, causing the man to double over in pain.
“Shit, woman,” he mutters, clutching his chest.
“I’m not going to ask again,” Tracker growls as he gets closer to the ring.
“What’s it look like we’re doing?” I ask in challenge. His words about me and my problems ring through my head as I cross my arms over my chest. Frustration grows as he climbs into the boxing ring.
Tracker's eyes drop from my face to my chest then back up to meet my gaze. “Looks like you're trying to get yourself in trouble. What the hell are you thinking fighting Shadow?” he glowers at me.
“Excuse me, but do I look like he’s even touched me?” I snap.
“Not the point, Victoria,” he says, coming to stand directly in front of me.
“Brother,” Shadow starts but stops at Tracker’s furious gaze.
“I’ll deal with you next, brother,” Tracker sneers.
“No, you won’t, you jerk,” I state, pushing Tracker back to which he barely budges, causing his gaze to narrow further on me.
“What, are you trying to get in his bed now?” he snarls, grabbing my arm and pulling me flush against him. His words were more of a slap to the face than having the actual blow.
“Fuck you, Tracker. Unlike you, I can keep my pants on,” I scream. Lifting my leg, I attempt to knee him in the balls, but he stops me by swinging me around in his arms until my back is flush to his chest.
“Don’t start that shit with me, Princess. I’ve done nothing for you to give me lip,” he growls in my ear.
“Whatever,” I mutter, trying to keep the tears at bay while I fight his hold on me. First claiming I want to get in Shadow’s bed and now calling me Princess.
“Whatever, my ass, woman,” he rasps. “You're carrying my kid and continuously putting yourself in situations where you could get hurt. How stupid do you have to be?”
“Let me go, asshole,” I seethe, finally breaking his hold to face him.
“Answer the question,” he demands.
“No, I’m not going to answer your question Tracker. I’m done, I refuse to allow you to speaker to me this way. You want to accuse me of shit and call me names fine but don’t for one minute think I’d put our son in danger willingly,” I scream, turning away from him I quickly get out of the ring and run out of the gym.
He can go to hell for all I care right now. Running through the parking lot I jump into my Jeep. Starting her up I spin tires as I cut the wheel and race down the road.
Swiping my eyes, I barely have time to realize I’d just fucked up. The ticking tells me I’m screwed. Moving quickly, I open my door and throw myself out just as my jeep explodes within feet of me.
I try to stand and get away from the wreckage but a sharp pain in my stomach causes me to fall back to the ground. I do my best to crawl away from the flames and debris.