“And you thought you could fucking walk out of here whenever you want? You think I’m paying you to go see your stupid mother on my time?”
I stopped wiping the counter and took a step back from the counter. I kept my head down, I didn’t want to meet his eyes. Was he going to punish me again? Hurt me?
“You were gone all fuckin’ night! I had to take another one of those whores back to my place. I might have picked you if you were here! What am I paying you for? What am I paying for your apartment and your food for? You think you can just make these decisions for yourself?”
He continued to growl, continued to bark at me. His spittle flew everywhere again as he shouted. I hoped I didn’t snap, even though it felt like I was so close to doing just that. Snapping and losing my mind. Scratching his eyes out, spitting right in his face. Screaming. Crying. Running away.
Thankfully, Lynch remained seated on his chair. He didn’t stand up; he didn’t come towards me. Maybe he wasn’t in the mood for physical violence today. Just psychological torture.
I knew he had a lot more to say, but Gunther walked into the bar at that moment and Lynch turned to look at him, rolling his bloodshot eyes at the younger man. It was obvious that tensions were still high between them. They weren’t seeing eye to eye.
I was grateful for Gunther’s appearance. At least the attention would be diverted from me. Even if for just some time.
Gunther came straight over to the bar.
“You still muttering on about that fucking truce?” Gunther asked with a hint of laughter in his voice.
“You better fuckin’ treat me with some respect. I’m still the President of this club!” Lynch growled at him and Gunther smirked from the side of his mouth and sat down beside him on a stool. I knew what he drank, and I was getting it ready for him before he could complain.
“I’d treat you with some respect if you made the right decisions and weren’t such a fuckin’ coward.”
Lynch banged his fists on the counter. I was afraid of what this would lead to. A fight? Somebody was going to get hurt here.
“You can’t even keep this bitch in line. Isn’t she supposed to be your bitch? But she keeps disappearing on you.” Gunther was still smiling, like he’d just cracked a joke and I could see how his words were affecting Lynch now. He growled and stood up from his stool.
The Clubhouse was practically empty. The rest of the club hadn’t made an appearance here yet, so Lynch didn’t exactly have support right now if he chose to attack Gunther.
Gunther was definitely stronger and much younger than him. It wasn’t going to work in Lynch’s favor if he started something now.
Gunther shook his head and turned to me again with a smile.
“That meeting shouldn’t have happened. We should have blasted those fuckers right there and then. None of this pretend bullshit. Kill each one of them. Like we’re going to do now.” He was speaking directly to me, like he somehow knew my connection with the Black Cobras. Or maybe I was just imagining it.
I felt my blood run cold. I knew the truth was that he wasn’t speaking to me, he was speaking to himself but loud enough for Lynch to hear. But I knew he meant business.
If I didn’t warn Patch and his friends now, their blood was going to be on my hands.
The decision was made. I was going to tell him. I didn’t give a shit about the Sons of Satan or even what they did to me anymore.
9
Patch
The next day was business as usual. Everything was calm. I was trying to practice what I’d discussed with Bones, to take it easy and take it one day at a time. There was no point in overreacting now when there was no evidence of the fact that Lynch and the Sons of Satan were planning an attack.
Besides, it wasn’t like I could make any real decisions around here. Grimm was still the President of our club, and Cash was the VP. They were the ones who did what they believed would be best for the rest of us, and it was my duty to respect those decisions.
Most of the guys from the club were here that day, at the Clubhouse. We were gathered together in an informal Church meeting. Grimm simply wanted an update on how business was going and if the boys had any complaints about shipments and collections.
Cash had turned up late and nobody gave a shit. Bones, Cash, Rogue and I sat at the bar counter, while Grimm did most of the talking—discussing how things were now slowly going back to normal since the Sons of Satan had shaken hands with us on a truce, a mutually agreed peace. This was going to be very good for business for us and exactly what we needed at a time like this. We hadn’t been able to pay attention to making money in the last few months, since we were more focused on keeping each other alive and our club still together.
When I looked around the room now, I saw the faces of the men whom I spent every day of my life with. The guys who were now part of the only family I had besides Nancy. Guys who would give up their lives for each other. As much as I wanted to trust and believe what Grimm had to say, I sincerely hoped that we weren’t filling these men with ideas of false hope.
Bones and I exchanged looks and he nodded his head in my direction. Cash grinned at me, pleased with the outcome of our attacks on the Sons of Satan.
And then in the next moment, while Grimm was still continuing with his speech, the door of the Clubhouse swung open and I saw a female figure outlined against the light pouring in from outside.
At first, I couldn’t see her face, but then she stepped into the bar. Grimm had stopped speaking and everyone here turned to look at the woman walking in.
Samantha.
Even though I recognized her now, I couldn’t actually focus on the fact that it was her. I wasn’t expecting it to be her. I wasn’t expecting to see her here either. I thought it was over. She was gone from my life.
But she was right here, in the flesh, with her thick mane of red curls bouncing around her shoulders as she took a few steps further into the bar now. She was looking around, her green eyes washing over the sea of rugged faces around her. She was obviously trying to spot me in the crowd. Maybe all of us looked the same to her. A bunch of thugs!
She was wearing a pair of low lying tight blue jeans. Her bony hips were visible just above the narrow waistband of her pants. Her top was short and rode up her petite torso, stretching over those perfect breasts, which I now knew felt crazy soft in my hands! She was wearing high tan boots.
Still looking around, her eyes finally fell on me. And that seemed to snap me out of my fantasies about her. I’d been sitting there at the bar all this while, simply admiring her. Now I realized there were major serious implications to her actually being here.
Even though most of the guys here obviously didn’t recognize her, Grimm and Bones probably did. She didn’t have an ordinary forgettable face. They both would have seen the sexy creature serving them their drinks at the underground casino where the Sons of Satan had met us that night for drinks.
A woman who worked for Lynch that closely would have no reason to be here in our Clubhouse. Nobody was aware of the fact that I knew her from before and it wouldn’t matter. I could already sense the guys getting on guard. She was a stranger who had just walked into our private space.
I jumped off the stool and rushed in her direction. Samantha was opening her mouth to say something, but I grabbed her by her arm and started tugging her in a different direction. She complied. She didn’t struggle against my pull.
And now in the middle of Church, with all my brothers watching me, I pulled Samantha away to the supply closet in the back so I could talk to her in private.
What the actual fuck?
I didn’t peg her as that kind of girl. The one who would now come crawling back on her knees to me because I fucked her once. I’d misjudged her! What was I thinking? Samantha was like every other chick I’d slept with.
I burst open the supply closet door and pulled her in, shutting the door behind us and locking us in. She had a lot of fuckin’ explaining to do.
/> I let go of Samantha’s arm now and she whipped away from me. Maybe now she’d figured out in the way I’d dragged her away from the bar that she had done something wrong by turning up here like this.
I glared at her and she glared back challengingly. Was it crazy that I still couldn’t get over how sexy she was? That I wanted her even more now?
“What the fuck are you doing here, Samantha?” I growled and she gritted her teeth, holding her head up high like she wasn’t about to stand there and take this kind of treatment.
What else did she expect from me? She was literally sleeping with the enemy and now she’d waltzed into our private lair!
“I thought this would be okay,” she responded, and I shook my head.
“In which world would a woman who belongs to the Sons of Satan just walk into our Clubhouse and not raise alarm bells?” I grunted back to her and now she had started to look a little bit nervous. I saw the way she brushed her curls away from her face, how the tops of her cheeks turned red. She didn’t want to meet my eyes anymore.
“I guess…I shouldn’t have done this…I wasn’t thinking. Maybe I should have waited outside your apartment or something.”
What was she talking about? Had she gone completely crazy? Did she now suddenly assume we were an item?
I crossed my arms over my chest and took a step back from her. She looked up at me abruptly. Maybe she saw the look of confusion and hostility on my face and understood because she shook her head.
“It’s not what you’re thinking. I’m not here because we…because of the other night. I came here to talk to you about something else,” she said.
“About what?”
“About Lynch and Gunther and the Sons of Satan,” she confessed.
A few beats of silence passed between us. The supply closet was small and dimly lit. My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I could see her green eyes glowing as she stared at me.
“What do you want to tell me about them?” I asked her. Samantha gulped like there was a huge golf ball stuck in her throat.
“They’re planning something.”
“What?”
“I don’t know, but Lynch was pretending. That meeting was a farce. He is trying to lower your guards; make you believe that the truce was real. He has something up his sleeve.”
I stared at Samantha. Was I imagining this in my head? Or was my teenage crush standing here in this cramped room with me and confirming my exact fears.
“What are you talking about?” I hissed at her through clenched jaw and she breathed in deeply and gulped, like she wasn’t enjoying this conversation in the least.
“Lynch and Gunther are planning on killing you all.”
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me. This was exactly the kind of thing I was expecting to hear, but it did shock me for some reason. I glared at Samantha like she was the one launching an attack on our club. She seemed to color even more brightly under my glare.
“What did you just say?” I asked, taking one threatening step towards her.
“I wanted to come over here and warn you of what I heard. You’re welcome to take it or leave it. I’m not here to convince you,” she said. Her eyes were glowing angrily. She had her chin up. It was obvious to me now that I’d offended her. She was angry with me because of my treatment of her up until this point. She had every right to be.
I thought she was here for other reasons.
“Where did you hear this?” I asked her.
“At the Clubhouse. I work there behind the bar. They’ve been speaking pretty openly about it. They’ve been fighting over the truce. It was always Lynch’s plan and Gunther is just getting impatient. He thinks Lynch is a useless old man who isn’t brave enough to just do it.”
I narrowed my eyes at Samantha, trying to figure out if there was some kind of trickery involved in this. What the fuck was going on?
“Why are you here? Why are you telling me this?” I growled and she breathed in sharply.
“Because I fucking hate them. Lynch more than anyone. I want him dead. I want them all dead and I don’t want them to win!”
This was the first time I was hearing her speak of them in this way. All this while she’d been pretending like it was all okay. Like she was doing absolutely fine and there was nothing to worry about. But today there was a fire in her eyes I hadn’t seen before.
“What did they say exactly?” I asked.
“That the plan is to destroy your club. Kill all the top tier guys here. Your name came up of course, and so did some of your other friends’ whom I didn’t recognize.”
I brushed a hand through my hair. Fuck. I knew this! I knew that truce was a lie! How was I going to convince Grimm or Cash or the rest of the gang? They weren’t going to take Samantha’s word for it. I wasn’t even looking at her anymore. My mind was elsewhere. She must have taken that as an indication for me not being interested in what she had to say, because she brushed past me and was making for the door, but I grabbed her by her arm again.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I hissed.
“I’m leaving. I’ve said what I came here to say. What you do with that information is up to you,” she snapped, and my grip tightened on her arm now.
“Not so fast,” I said.
Samantha wriggled her arm forcibly out of my grip and stepped away, her back turned to the door now.
“What more do you want from me?” she said, and her green eyes were burning up. Was it desire or anger? I knew I was feeling a little bit of both right now. I wanted her and I hated Lynch. I wasn’t sure which emotion to act on and seeing her standing in front of me made the decision even harder.
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I should have given you a chance to explain first before I reacted to you coming here,” I said. Samantha crossed her arms over her tight breasts. She’d hooked her hip to one side, and I wanted to reach for that body, to have her in my arms.
“Yeah, you darn well should have!” she snapped at me again.
I moved towards her now and she became alert, dropping her arms to her sides quickly. I watched as she opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out.
I was looking over her, watching her closely.
“Is there any other reason you’re here?” I asked and I could see she was trying her best to mask the gulp she made down her throat.
“I came here to warn you, so you can do something about it. Take care of it. Do whatever you want. I don’t care.”
She said she didn’t care, but her eyes were saying a different story. It definitely seemed like she did. She’d stayed up thinking about me too. Just like I had. That sex was out of this world. Like nothing I’d experienced with any other woman before.
“Right,” I replied, even closer to her now. She had nowhere else to back away from me now. Her back was to the wall and I was in front of her.
“I think I should go,” she murmured, but it sounded pretty unconvincing.
“Sure. Go. Leave,” I whispered back, leaning towards her now so that our mouths almost touched. What was it about her which made one time not quite enough? I wanted more. I was coming back for more and more. She licked her lips, making her pink mouth look deliciously glossy now.
She stuck her chin out towards me. She was clearly trying to say something. I had a pretty good idea of what it was too, but I wanted her to use her words.
“Why are you still here, Samantha?”
She gulped again.
“Is there something else you want?”
Her nostrils flared. She was angry with me, for making her say it, and that amused me.
I turned my face over hers, my hot breath was falling on her cheeks, her eyelashes. I knew she could almost taste my mouth. I knew she could feel the way my cock was growing in my pants while I rubbed myself up against her. She was looking deep into my eyes. Her mouth hung open with desire.
“I…I…want…”
“What do you want, Samantha?”
“I want you
to fuck me right now,” she said with a groan.
I grabbed her by her waist, winding both my arms around her hips and lifting her up. Her mouth fell on me and we kissed with a loud slurp. Her hands were on my cheeks, holding my face in position while we devoured each other.
I hauled her up and pushed her up against the wall. She wrapped her legs around my waist while we kissed. My mouth moved down her neck, licking the tops of her breasts, nuzzling her, tugging at her nipples, feeling the curves of her body and her hips and her beautiful tight butt in those jeans.
She shuddered and throbbed against me. Then she was sliding down me again and we were taking off our clothes. Her jeans and her top came off. My clothes one by one too. Within moments, we were in nothing. No clothes. Butt naked. My cock was standing tall and erect, pointed directly at her.
Samantha looked beautiful in that tight delicate body of hers. Her breasts heaving and falling. I reached for her again and this time I placed my hands on her shoulders, starting to push her down on her knees. She knew exactly what I wanted, and she was prepared to give it to me.
Now she was on her knees in front of me. Looking up at me with her beautiful face, her skin glowing with excitement. My cock hovered over her forehead and she reached for it, slowly beginning to stroke it while she opened her mouth wide. Her pink tongue flicked out and I groaned just as she licked the tip of my cock.
It was like my mind was exploding. I leaned over her. Placing my palm on the wall behind her for support. She was beautiful. She was sexy. She was everything I had imagined her to be.
Her body was like milky butter, silken and smooth and beautifully pale. The freckles on her cheeks looked adorable, and the dusting of freckles on her shoulders just looked sexy. The same color as her light nipples. They were protruding now, aching for my mouth. I wanted to suck on them, play with them, make her come just like that…but there was something else on our minds now. Samantha was already on her knees and prepared to take this to the next level.
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