“Why are you telling me this? I thought you didn’t like me?”
“You al ’right!” He said as he got up from the bed. “Plus he’s easier to deal with on a daily now that he’s with you.”
***
Two hours later Chanel had showers and calms down. She changes clothes. She slips on one of his shirts and a pair of jeans. She pushes the negative thought to the back of her mind. She wants to talk with Mud Dawg. She’ll admit that she’d done wrong by attacking him.
He’s scared her too with his anger but it could have been worse. He showed more self-control than she did.
Mud Dawg, Clutch and Einstein had most of the items in her living room in boxes. She could tell from his posture that he’s still tense but not nearly as upset as he was earlier. He glanced over at her then continues on with the packing. Waiting a moment, she walks over to him. He stops when she touches his arm.
“I believe you and I’m sorry she said as she looks up at him. I shouldn’t hit you. I wouldn’t have wanted you to do that to me. Just because I’m a woman and you’re a man doesn’t make it right. Do you forgive me?”
She didn’t have a bra on. Her nipples rub up against his arm and he felt himself grow hard. “Yeah I forgive you.” He turns around to face her head on. “I liked the pain a little bit.” He smiles and her ray of light peers into her world. “I apologize too.”
“Freaks,” Clutch said to Einstein.
“Hey, you guys can go,” Mud Dawg calls.
“They want to fuck in private” Einstein said as he places one last item in a box and walks towards the door.
“You know we had to sit through the fight, we should be allowed to watch the makeup session,” Clutch grumbles.
“Bye,” Mud Dawg laughs as he motioned with his finger towards the door.
The two men close the door behind them and Mud Dawg turns to Chanel with a serious look on his face.
She takes a step back. “What’s wrong?”
He reaches into his front pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper. “I need you to explain this to me. I found it in one of the desk drawers.”
Confused, Chanel takes the sheet from his hand. “It’s an obituary.”
“Why did you go to Norton Jones funeral?” he asked her. “Were you fucking him?”
She let out a, heavy sigh. “What? No, my friend Monica, that’s her uncle.”
“Nikko, you know him too?”
“Yeah I know him. I also know that no one has seen him in a while. So before you ask, no I don’t know where he’s at.” She stares at him. He looks tired, frustrated and at his wits end. “I’m not going to get caught up in some stupid, street mess. I have nothing to do with the Jones brothers.”
“Tell me what you know.”
“Are you threatening me? Because you sound threatening.” Her stance tensed. She didn’t want a round two with him.
“I’m not threatening you. My club, we don’t tolerate being betrayed!” He quickly responds sounding more like a psycho killer than he’d meant too. “We usually don’t bring civilians into our business but we’re talking about a serious situation. I know that we’ve got a long way to go with our relationship but I need you to trust me. You need to tell me anything, anything at all.”
“You want me to think of something to help you go kill someone? That’s what we’re talking about right? You getting revenge?”
“I want you to help me, help my club, my family.” He pulls her in close. Enfolding her in his arms. “You’ll be helping your friend and the club. If you know anything baby, tell me.”
Chanel buries her face in his chest. She pauses to catch her breath and gathers her thoughts. “Ohio,” she pulls back and looks at him. “Monica told me that she heard he was hiding out with some chick he knows in Lima.”
Her full mouth forms into an angry pout and all he wants to do is kiss her long and hard until to make up for all of the darkness inside of him. He could almost feel her heart pounding in her chest. “I swear to you that nothing will happen to your friend. Baby, you have to trust me.”
He slid his hand down inside her panties. “Half a million dollars in drugs, that’s what they stole.”
“You told me that you never discuss club business.”
“I’m telling you the seriousness of the situation.”
She reaches down and pushes his hand down further between her legs.
He slides a finger deep inside her pussy. “Are we making up?” he asks as he leans in and kisses her again.
“I don’t know what the fuck we’re doing,” she breaths in deep. “I just snitched on my friend that I’ve known since sixth grade.
“No you told me a rumor about her relative that stole from the Revelators. That means he stole from me.”
I’ve been thinking about my phone. I put it in the box with the others when we have church. I don’t lock my phone. I didn’t think anyone had the balls to fuck with my property. Obviously I was wrong.”
“I guess.” She hugs him right.
“You guess. I though you believed me?”
“I do believe you. I just don’t think anyone of those women would touch your phone. You’re intimidating.”
“You weren’t intimidated.”
“Yeah, I was. My anger just made me behave without caution. I can’t get the image of you with those women out of my head. I know it’s old, I believe that. Still I can’t un-see it.”
“You were really going to leave me weren’t you?”
“I don’t know. My brain didn’t feel like it was working.”
“I need you to know without a shadow of a doubt who you belong too. I need you to feel it in your soul that you’re mine and I’m yours.” He grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her head back.
“Show me,” she says with a throaty whisper. No matter how hard she fought it, she loves it when he man handles her. He doesn’t need to always use handcuffs or rope. The sound of his voice can make her beg to be his bitch.
He shoves her up against the wall. Her pussy juice starts to seep. He tugs on her nipples. She lets out a moan. He takes his hand from her breast and slaps her face. Her cheek began to burn as he crushes his mouth to hers. He broke from her and he shoves her down onto her knees.
“You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes please.”
He reaches down and unzips his jeans and takes out his cock. “Open your mouth.”
She immediately does as he told her to do. He sticks his cock into her mouth. He forces his way further down her throat. She starts to chock and it turns her on because she knows that he loves to hear that sound.
“Look at me slut,” he says, staring down at her.
Saliva slides down the sides of her mouth as she raises her tear filled eyes to meet his fiery, smiling face.
He pulls his cock out as she gulps. He slaps her across the face then he slams his cock back into her. He pulls out again, leaving her kneeling there with tears on her face, and her wet mouth wide open. “Take your clothes off.”
She did as he said. He takes a hand full of her hair makes her crawl. “On the couch, upside down.”
She climbs up and flips herself around. Her head hung off the seat cushion. He straddles her face ramshis cock in her mouth. “That’s it baby!” he yells.
She chokes as he goes all the way down her throat. He spreads her pussy lips. Then he shoves his face into her pussy.
Moaning she moves her head up and down on his cock. He aggressively pumps her face again, and again. Gagging sounds fill the room as he thrashes in and out of hermouth. “That’s it,” he murmurs on her pussy. “Take all of my cock. Choke on it bitch.”
From the base to the tip he slams his cock down her throat. The taste and smell of her pussy, the feel of fucking her face along with all of his pent up anger has him close to shooting off inside of her mouth.
He wants to see her eyes, he needs it. He slips his cock out of her mouth and stands up. Turning around he straddles her face so he
can see her eyes. He takes his hand and grips the back of her head and slams back into her mouth again.
More tears filled her eyes as he goes all the way down her throat with his thick rod until her face is presses up against his stomach. He holds her in this position. She tries to move her head but he held her in place. “Look at me whore,” he growls.
She focuses her teary eyes upward.
“Fuck. That’s it, let me see the fear. That’s it slut, you’re fucking mine. I own your holes.” He groans and holds back his need to spray down her throat. He grips his cock in his hand as he takes it from her mouth and gets up. He strokes himself as he looks down at her. “Get on your knees. He didn’t wait for her to move, he put her in the position he wants.
Kneeling down he spread her chocolate ass cheeks.
“Please fuck me,” she screams as she bit down hard on the fabric. She moans out loud as he thrust his thick cock inside of her. “Yes,” she grunted. “Please, yes.” Her whimpers echo off the walls with each and every hard thrust. “I need you so bad, please, please don’t stop.”
He reaches down between her legs and plays with her clit as he fills her with his long thick cock. He whimpers and bites down on her shoulder.
The pain shooting through her body nearly causes her to orgasm. She can feel his body tightening and beginning to tremble. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans.
He just pounds his cock into her. “Not yet, don’t come yet,” his hot breath filled her ear.
She couldn’t stop it even if she wanted too. She body clenches as orgasmic bliss ripples through her body.
He snatches her head back and she yelps out in pain as he shoots deep inside of her. “FUCK!” he grunts over and over again as his body spasms. He collapses on top of her that’s when the clapping began.
They both look over to see Clutch and Einstein standing in her living room by the door. Chanel screams grabbed the throw on the back of the sofa.
“Fucking assholes!” Mud Dawg throws a pillow from the sofa at them. He sits up on the sofa and Chanel scurried up next to him and buried her face into his chest with embarrassment.
“I hate you both!” Chanel flips around and threw her another pillow at them.
“Welcome to the family CB,” Clutch laughed.
“No, not CB, Black Mamba remember,” Einstein replied.
“Black Mamba? How the hell did I go from a bunny to a snake?”
“You’re too feisty to be a bunny. You got venom girl!” Einstein laughed.
Mud Dawg turned to Chanel, “I think it’s kind of bad ass but I like CB.”
“We are so not having this conversation now.” She buries her face up against his chest again.
“Aww look, she’s embarrassed.” Clutch teased. “Don’t worry, it should be him that’s embarrasses, he was the one losing control like a little bitch.”
“Fuck you!” Mud Dawg flips him off. “He’s use too old bitches.” He says with a laugh as he grips Chanel tight.
Chanel chuckles but she kept her face against his chest. “Old bitches,” she chuckles even harder. “I thought people were joking.”
Everyone starts to laugh.
Chapter Nine
Chanel and Mud Dawg walk hand in hand into the clubhouse. The first person she sees is Samantha. The look on her face tells Chanel all that she needs to know. She was the one that sent the video. The surprised look on her shows that she didn’t expect to see them walk into together.
“You get all of your stuff moved in?” Yoke ask as he walks over and gives Mud Dawg a beer.
“Most of it.” Chanel replies. She didn’t take her eyes off of Samantha.
“Babe,” Mud Dawg cups her chin and turns her face to look at him. “I’ll handle it, don’t worry about it.
“I’ll handle it.” She glances over at Clutch. He has a big smile on his face.
“Samantha!” She calls over to her. “Did you send me that video?”
Most of the people in the room laughed. Mud Dawg tensed. “Chanel, you sure about this?”
“Yes I’m sure. I need to handle my business with this stupid cunt.”
Reluctantly he steps back.
“Bitch, I don’t know what you’re talking about. What video?”
“You’re such a whore. Your pussy should be wrapped in a biohazard bag.”
“OOOOOOOOOOHHHH!” the guys all said in chorus.
“Bets, I’m taking bets!” Clutch calls out. “I got two hundred on Black Mamba.”
“I thought we were calling her CB?” Tallahassee asked.
“Einstein and I changed it.”
“It’s my call, I like CB.” Mud Dawg replies as he keeps a watchful eye on what is about to happen.
Samantha cut her eyes over to Pontius then back to Chanel.
The quick glance did not go unnoticed by Mud Dawg. That two second glance said a million things.
“You going to take that Samantha?” Reba one of the club bunnies eggs her on.
“No, no I’m not.” She stomps over to Chanel. “Don’t hate on me bitch just because I fucked him first. You’re just jealous!”
“Daaaammm! She’s all estrogen up!” Priest chuckles. “Samantha must have smoked some ice.”
“Ah shit!” Animal jumps up and moves out of the way in anticipation of a fight.
“That’s funny. You know what? I was going to let karma just fuck you up but I think I’ll do it.” Chanel smiles them swings fist and knocking Samantha on her ass.
Samantha struggled to her feet and dives forward, sending Chanel flying backwards. They both tumble over furniture with fist flying in the air.
“I got a hundred on Chanel!” Roland reaches into his pocket. He takes out a hundred-dollar bill and slams it down on the bar.
“My money is on Samantha. Sometimes those scrawny bitches can fight!” Double Dip takes out his money and lays it on the bar.
“I’m with Double Dip!” Animal adds his money to the pot.
Utah walks over and removes the wad of twenties from his pocket. “I got Chanel. Black girls know how to fight.”
“I’m for the underdog, my money is on Samantha!” Boost throws his money to the bar with a snicker.
The fight continues. Chanel hit Samantha in the head with a glass.
“We’ll give them another few minutes then I’m calling it.” Mud Dawg says with a watchful eye. “She needs to get her anger out on someone other than me.” He lifts his shirt. “She fucking hit me with a chair.”
“She fucked you up!” Animal snickers.
“What video is she talking about?” Utah asked.
“Mud Dawg banging Samantha and this chick name April. Now that was some sweet pussy. I miss hitting that.” Einstein grins.
The Chanel fell onto a bar stool. She jumps up and tackles Samantha. She flew backwards and they both went through the poker table.
“Alright, that’s enough, they breaking the good shit now.” Mud Dawg put down his beer and heads towards the women. “I’m going to need help!” he calls over to his club members.
***
Mud Dawg put his cold drink up to her eye. “It’s not so bad.” He kissing her swelling eye.
“My hands hurt.” She looks down at the bruising across her knuckles.
“That’s what happens when you fight young lady,” he laughs.
“Shut up,” she chuckles as she elbows him in the ribs.
“Damn you’re violent. Your friends are worried about me. Hell my friends need to worry about you.”
“I love you!” she says as she kisses his neck.
“I love you too and don’t stop. That feels good.” He sips his beer as he kept his eyes on Pontius. He’s sitting across the room all by himself. He looking at his phone and messaging someone. Then he’d glances up and looks around then go back to his phone.
“You alright baby, you need another drink?”
“No, I’m good.” Mud Dawg turns to face Chanel.
“Are you sure. You feel tense. Is i
t because I got into a fight?”
“No baby, it’s not the fight.” Between you and me, my gut is telling me that we’ve got ourselves another rat. Rats, need exterminated no matter who they are.”
Chapter Ten
“You got it? Roland ask Einstein when he stepped inside Mud Dawg office at Kickers.
“Yeah and it don’t look good.”
Clutch, Roland, Vulture, Mud Dawg and now Einstein were the only officers present at the unofficial Church meeting.
“Go ahead, spill it.”
Einstein pulls out a packet and places it on the desk. “Pages and pages of calls and text messaged. All between Pontius and the Jones brothers. It begins last summer like you were told. The so call accidents all of you have had. Pontius and the Jones brothers hired out. Looks it’s been some local teens looking to make a name for themselves. Hence why nothing went according to plan.”
“Could have been club business,” Vulture replies.
“Not form the text messages.” Einstein searches through the papers for one particular page. “He talks about Big T too.”
“Damn,” Mud Dawg grumbles.
“Another interesting fact. He also told Liam to steal the phones. It doesn’t say it in so many words but I’m sure he’s behind the missing guns and Shawn being killed in the warehouse.”
“Why, why would he do this?” Vulture ask as he looks at the men in the room. “It doesn’t make sense.”
“He hates me. He hates Clutch and Mud Dawg too. He thinks that we have too much power. He’s never said it to my face but he’s been battling me at every turn.” Roland picks up the papers and reads them.
“Fuck!” Vulture shakes his head. “We need to wait. We can’t move on this until we have more proof. He’s one of the first twelve. He’s Vice President. We need more than some phone records.”
“Also,” Einstein continues. “He gave Samantha that video of Mud Dawg. Sent it to her email.”
“I get it. He has some animosity with Mud Dawg because of Kickers. We all kind of knew that. I understand that he’s had some issues over the past few years with the direction the club is taking but seriously do you really think he’d betray us like this?” Vulture still didn’t want to believe the evidence.
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