by Ambere Sabo
“When?”
“It seems she’s been home a few days, at least.”
“Did she call you?” I seethe.
“No sir,” he answers with a shake of his head. The gulp he takes is noticeable. He knows, just as she does, what will happen if her usefulness runs out. The only reason she lived long enough to even make it back to the Sons was because we saw the advantage it would be to have someone in their inner sanctum.
None of our spies could make it into the clubhouse, let alone find out what was being discussed during church. She proved useful in the beginning, but now she’s become nothing short of a blubbering woman.
Grabbing my phone from the desk drawer, I call the burner phone we got her before she left the compound. The phone rings three times before I hang up. Setting it on my desk, I tap impatiently, waiting for her to call back. It takes almost five minutes before she does.
“What took you so long,” is the greeting she gets.
“I'm sorry, sir. I had to get away from any of the girls who might hear me,” she stammers out.
“Is one of those girls Lilly,” I spit at her.
“What?” she breathes out.
“Lilly, she’s home. How do you not know this?” I yell at her.
She starts to sob into the phone. “Cessy, the jealous bitch, made all the girls leave the clubhouse. We haven’t been allowed back since her son was born. No one at Blue Bells knows Lilly’s home, sir. Please, I’m no good to you here anymore. Just let me come to him.”
“No,” I say through gritted teeth. “If you ask me that one more time before she’s in my arms, I can promise you’ll never see him or anyone else ever again. Do you understand me, girl?”
When she doesn’t respond but only cries louder, I hang up on her. I don’t have the time or the patience for this shit. She’s not my woman to worry about anyway.
“If she can’t do her job, she’s no longer of any use to us. Can you take care of her? Or do I need to send someone else to do the job?” I study his face to see if he’s still the soldier I brought up through the ranks with me or if he too will need to die. Putting my hand on the gun in my drawer, I wait for his answer.
Evaristo isn’t a stupid man. He knows exactly what I’m asking him and what it means for his woman. Pushing his shoulders back, he replies, “No, sir. I can handle the woman.”
Withdrawing my hand from the gun, I steeple my fingers on my desk and tell him, “Good, get everyone ready. You can handle her when I take my prize. We leave in a week.”
Chapter 20
Lilly
“Mythic,” I call out to the blue-haired beauty, jogging to catch her before she slips back into Snoopy's lair.
Turning at the sound of my voice, she smiles around the potato chip she just shoved into her mouth.
“Hey, Lil. What's up?”
“Nothing much. Haven't seen much of you the last few days. Just wanted to see how you were settling in.” In truth, I missed the girl. Spending damn near every minute with her for two months built a friendship I’ve come to lean on. Right now, she’s an outsider to the club. Something I can understand. Hell, I practically had to beg Rodeo to let her stay and work with Snoopy.
In the end, the only reason he relented was because Snoopy convinced him they could get more information on Enterrador’s movements with Mythic’s help. If we know where he is and where he's going, there's less of a chance he’ll be able to get to me.
The letters and presents stopped when I ran, so we have no doubt he knows I left. But does he know I'm back? And if he does, it’s not a question of if, but when he’ll come for me.
Mythic brought as much of her command center with us as she could. She said she wasn’t sure she’d ever see her home again anyway. I know enough of her story to let it be, but I can’t help but think there's something else she's hiding from me.
“Eh,” she says with a shrug of her shoulder. “The brothers here don’t trust me, so they give me a wind berth. At least they didn’t fuck up any of my babies when they unloaded everything from the car. It's nothing I can’t handle though. Lil, I’m used to being the outsider. Besides, whatever shade they give me is worth it. I think we might get the last of the information we need today. We only have one more encryption to break through.”
My eyebrows scrunch up, “Encryption? I thought you were trying to break into Enterrador’s security systems. Why would they be encrypted?”
“We are, but he’s moved back to his home in Northern Mexico. It’s only a few hours south of the border, but the security system there is much more complex. Someone spent a lot of money on upgrades sometime in the last few years. They wanted to make sure it was difficult to access.” Laughing, she says, “You have that look again, Lil. Come on I’ll show you what I’m talking about.” She motions for me to follow her.
“Did you remember the pickles this time?” Snoopy asks.
“Yes, fucker, I did. Next time you bring up that I forgot the damn pickles one time, one freaking time, you can make your own sandwich,” Mythic sasses back. “Here,” she tells him handing him his plate. Without missing a beat, he continues typing God knows what with one hand as he grabs the plate. It's like a well-known dance the way they interact, and I can't help the giggle that escapes.
That catches Snoopys attention, and he damn near spills all the chips from his plate before he steadies it when he turns to see who’s in his space.
“Damn it,” he exclaims, brushing the chips from his keyboard as Mythic joins in my laughter. “Um, hey, Lil. What's up,” he asks after finally composing himself. I can tell he’s not used to anyone being in here with him, aside from Mythic, by the way, his brown eyes dart around the room.
The brothers know how valuable Snoopy is to the club. But that doesn’t mean they understand what he does in here. So, from time to time they can be assholes about it. That kindergarten bully mentality. The I don’t know what the fuck you're talking about, so let me tease you instead of looking like an idiot behavior. Because of this, Snoopy doesn’t let anyone in his lair, a nickname Lynch gave for the space ages ago.
“I was trying to explain what we're doing with the security systems, but figured it’d be easier to show her,” Mythic tells him with a shrug.
Looking at Mythic with a side-eye, he replies, “I see.”
“Oh come on, Snoop, she won’t bite,” Mythic says with a roll of her eyes, taking her seat.
She pulls up what I assume is footage on three of her screens. Pointing to the top screen, she looks back and tells me, “This is Enterrador’s villa in Mexico City. No one has been there for weeks. He seems to only use it when he has business in the city.”
She moves to the screen below it on the left. “This is his condo in San Luis. Most of the high-ranking cartel members have places there, as that’s where Diablo lives. No one knows exactly where he lives though. He always comes to them. Never inviting people to his home.”
“Paranoia at its finest,” Snoop interrupts with a sneer.
Mythic looks at Snoopy expectantly, waiting to see if he's going to continue. One thing I’ve learned is Mythic hates being interrupted. Putting his hands up in defeat, he goes back to whatever the hell he’s doing.
Pointing at the last screen to the right. “This is his ranch in Juarez. It's not far from the compound they held Rose at. Just far enough away for privacy. One of the tunnels from the compound runs directly to this property. He spends the majority of his time here. I hacked into the security feed forever ago, but now he's gone to his home outside of Monterrey.”
“Snoopy is trying to break through the last firewall. I was just about to jump in and try to help him.”
“I don’t need your help. I got this,” Snoopy boasts.
“Just like you ‘got this”—Mythic says with air quotes—“with the ranch a few months back?”
Looking at her with a scowl, he asks, “ Why ya gotta bring up old shit, huh?”
With a smirk, she replies, “Because I can.”
Looking at me, she asks, “Does seeing it help it make more sense?”
Nodding in reply, I scan all the surveillance of Enterrador’s three homes. They’re all very plain. Nothing on the walls. Nothing to help me understand who this man is.
With a sigh, I say, “Thank you, Mythic. It does.”
“As soon as we get into the Monterrey home, I’ll let you know what we find.”
Standing from her chair, she pulls me in for a hug. Snoopy sneaks a peek at us, his eyes squint a bit as he does.
“Now, go enjoy your time with Mr. Arms. From what I hear, he likes to tie people up,” she says wagging her eyebrows at me. Heat warms my cheeks before the first giggle passes her lips. Turning as fast as possible I head straight for the door.
Gunner told me everything after he spoke to Havoc. I've seen the system of ribbons and cuffs that runs under his mattress. He wanted me to hear everything from him and not anyone else. I’m glad he told me, but in truth… I don’t know how I feel about being tied up. Not being able to control my limbs. A part of me is scared to death, and the other… well, it’s incredibly turned on by it all. Confusing doesn’t even begin to explain it.
Chapter 21
Gunner
“There you are,” Lilly says as she comes up behind me in the kitchen. Reaching around, she pulls her body to mine, resting her cheek on my back.
Placing my free hand on hers, I chuckle. “You're the one who wasn’t in bed when I woke up this morning. You avoiding me, baby girl?”
She tenses at my back. Moving my hand from hers, I cover the chili I've been cooking and turn around in her arms. As I look down at her I ask, “What's wrong?”
She takes what feels like forever to answer me, “I don’t know how I feel about being tied up, Gunner. I'm not sure it’ll ever be something I'm okay with, but I don’t want to lose you,” she says, glancing away from me.
Wrapping my arms around her, I place a kiss on the top of her head. “You never have to worry about losing me, baby girl. I'm not going anywhere.”
“Even if I'm never okay with it?” she mumbles into my chest.
I cup her chin and force her eyes to mine. “Yes, baby girl, even then.”
Changing the subject ,I ask, “ So, where’ve you been all morning?”
“I was with Ma for a bit. She and Maribel are going back to the house today.”
“I heard. Colt is going back with them to make sure they're safe.”
With a nod, she says, “Let's hope Ma doesn’t kill him.”
Chuckling, I say, “I'm more worried about Maribel killing him. He sure knows how to get under her skin.”
“Maribel just might,” she says with a giggle. Stepping back from our embrace, she hops up on the counter beside me. “After they left I was with Mythic. She was showing me what she and Snoopy have been working on.”
I go back to chopping onions for the chili and try to keep my body relaxed. I don’t trust that damned woman, but I know she and my baby girl made a connection while she was gone.
“Yeah? They getting any closer to finding that fucker?”
With a shrug, she answers, “He’s in Monterrey. But they're having a hard time getting into some system they need. I don’t really understand it all. Hopefully, they’ll know more in the next day or two.”
“Well, at least he's not here. That’s all I give a fuck about right now.”
“He’ll come eventually, Gunner. We all know that,” she says with a sigh.
After dropping the last of the onions in the pot, I give it a good stir and cover it. It needs to simmer for a while before it’s ready anyway. I step to the side so I’m standing in front of baby girl. I nudge her legs just a bit until she lets me in her space.
“But today is not that day, Lilly,” I tell her before softly pressing my lips to hers. “Today you're mine, so all is right in my world.”
Lifting her from the counter, I crush my lips to hers as she wraps her legs around me. As I carry her from the kitchen, I pause hitting the light switch. “I have no clue if Venom has had his ass on that counter or not, but I'm not taking a chance.”
Her laughter has me moving across the clubhouse as quickly as I can. The brothers and Cessy all call after us as we make our way to the stairs. Ignoring them, I don’t even hear what they say. Nothing is more important than taking her mind off of the bastard who haunts her.
There's something about her laugh. Every time I hear it, I want nothing more than to be balls deep in her. With all the chaos lately, she doesn’t laugh enough. Though it might be a good thing. We’d never leave my fucking room if she did.
I dash up the stairs and into my room. With a kick of my foot, I shut the door as we pass through it. I set her down on my bed. My fingers grip the hem of my shirt, and I tug it over my head. Gazing down at her, a smirk plays on her lips as she reaches forward and undoes the button of my jeans with her teeth. God help me this woman will be the death of me.
I’m free balling it, so as soon as she slips my jeans from my hips my dick is front and center. Her eyes cast downward, and she licks her lips before taking my dick in her hand.
Drawing her face forward, she licks down the shaft with the tip of her tongue. She runs it from base to tip a few times getting it wet. I let out a groan drawing her attention up to my face. While staring into my eyes, she takes my cock in her mouth.
The heat of her mouth combined with the swipes of her tongue as she draws me in are amazing. She holds my thighs as she works her way up and down my dick. It only takes a minute before she’s taking me so deeply I’m hitting the back of her throat. She hollows out her cheeks as she goes, which has me fisting my hands by my sides and gazing at the ceiling. Fuck this.
“Baby girl, lie on the bed,” I rasp out.
Looking up at me confused, she asks, “But you haven’t finished.”
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. Lie down, please.”
She leans back on the bed, pulling her shirt up over her head as she goes. My baby girl doesn’t like undergarments either. When her tits pop free, I can’t help but lean down and take one in my mouth. It’s one of her sweet spots and causes her to moan. Reaching down, I undo her jeans and push them down as far as I can reach while I switch to her other nipple.
She frees one leg from her pants and wraps it around my waist, positioning my dick right at her entrance. I push forward slowly, inch by agonizing inch. She’s wet but still so damn tight. As I rub circles on her clit, she opens her legs wider for me, and I thrust balls deep. I pull back and start pumping into her, slowly picking up my pace with each pass.
It doesn’t take long before her pussy starts to spasm around me, letting me know she’s close to coming. Her nails rake across the skin on my back, leaving a sting of pain as she moves beneath me. Watching her is sexy as hell. She bites her bottom lip to keep from screaming out as her eyes close in ecstasy.
Her pussy tightens around my cock as she starts to come. Picking up the pace, I push her over the edge into her orgasm and watch as her back arches and she can no longer hold in her scream.
“Fuck,” she yells as she grips my arms riding out her pleasure.
I can't help but follow her release as her body tightens around me. Her legs shake as she comes back to reality. It's her tell that I've done my job right and makes my chest swell with a bit of pride. Pulling myself from her, I shift to lie next to her. I watch her as she continues to tremble just a bit, fisting the comforter as she does.
The sound of someone knocking has both of us groaning in protest. “Look, I really hate to interrupt whatever you guys are doing in there. And I tried to wait until… uh, until I thought you were finished, but we’ve got church,” Dash says through the door.
“What for?” I bark at him.
“No clue, Mythic called it,” he rushes out as his steps move away.
“Mythic called it? Why the hell would Mythic call church?” I ask Lil.
Her face turns white as she whispers, “He’
s coming.”
Chapter 22
Lilly
The brothers all gather around in the chapel, most of them grumbling about an outsider calling church.
“We’re not her lapdogs. What right does she have to demand we have church?”
“She’s not an Ol’ Lady why the hell is she even in church?”
“Does she really need to fucking be here? Can’t Snoopy tell us what the fuck is up?”
Rodeo slams his hands on the table in front of him. “Everyone, shut the fuck up,” he seethes. “Mythic and Snoopy have found new information that we need to hear. You will show her respect while she’s in this room. Do you understand me,” he asks, looking around the room with a glare.
When no one is stupid enough to defy him, he looks to Mythic, and with a sweep of his arm, declares, “The room’s yours.”
Not even a week ago, we had to convince this man to let her in the door. But now, he looks at her with sympathy in his eyes. What the hell is going on?
Clearing her throat, Mythic stands from Snoopy’s lap. Well, that’s a new development.
“Look, I know you don’t trust me. I know you think I should’ve let you know the minute I had Lilly, but I had to know if she, hell if you all, deserved my help.” Looking at me with a small smile, she talks only to me, “You deserve everything I can offer and so much more, Lilly. It’s been a very long time since I felt a connection with anyone. You made me open up. Made me see how wrong I’ve been all these years. I thought I could hide from the world, hide from him, but it left me leading a very lonely existence.”
Snoopy reaches over and grabs her hand, as she continues, “I told you I’d do anything I could to protect you, no matter the cost to myself. Enterrador is aware someone helped you in Flagstaff. All he knows about me is I have blue hair, but I imagine sooner rather than later, he’ll figure out who I am.” She pauses and takes a deep breath.