by K E Osborn
She furrows her brows but continues to listen intently.
“We were so close to getting our gun shipment back, but six cars showed up with men hanging out of them with motherfuckin’ rifles, just like when we thought the Andrettis were attacking us. Who weren’t, by the way. But I’ll tell you about that later. So, anyway, they were hanging out of their Lamborghini’s aiming their fuckin’ rifles at us, so we had to stand down.”
“Shit.”
I nod and tighten my hand in hers. “That’s not all. The leader of the group got out of his car. Came the fuck over and introducing himself as Aiko Ishikawa… from the Yakuza.”
Her eyes open wide as she sits up taller and looks at me deadpan. “Umm… that’s bad, right?”
I nod and let out an exhale. “Yeah, baby, that’s bad. Long story short, he’s got our guns, and after we had a little help getting control of the situation, he informed us politely, I might add, that he’s gonna take over Chicago, then the rest of the American underworld, and we have to basically step in line.”
“Oh, hell, no,” she bursts out, shocking me. “You can’t let these Japanese idiots take over our streets. He’s the one who tried to take over my parents’ shop, right?”
I nod and pull her by her hips, so she’s straddling me as she looks down into my eyes. “Baby, trust me when I say Ishikawa will not get Fox Froyo Bar if it fuckin’ kills me.”
She relaxes against me threading her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck. “Thank you.”
Waggling my eyebrows, I glance down at her tits and then back up to her eyes. “I know a way you can thank me… are we done talking?”
She giggles and nods dramatically.
I let out a long huff. “Thank fuck for that.”
She lunges at me straddling me on the loveseat, her lips force to mine. I don’t hesitate and shove that fucking robe off her shoulders making it fall to the floor leaving her completely naked on top of me. Just the way she should be. She grinds her pussy down on my cock as it strains like a caged animal under my pants, and I groan as my hand moves into her hair kissing her forcefully. The other slides down between us, pressing on her swollen nub, making her whimper at my touch.
She’s so wet for me already.
I fucking own this woman.
She rocks back and forth against my hand, making it hard for me to touch her, but fuck me, if her getting worked up like this doesn’t make me almost come in my goddamn pants. Her kiss is intense, passionate, and she needs me just like I fucking need her.
As I circle her clit, it pulses against my thumb, and I press harder. Biting her bottom lip, taking my aggression up a notch, she moans into my mouth as she throws her head back in pleasure. Her hands rest on my shoulders as she rides out the waves of pleasure crashing through her.
“Oh God, Ry.”
Hearing her say my name—my actual name—makes my cock throb so hard, and it’s taking everything in me not to roll her over and shove my cock in her right now. But I need her to get there first. I know she’s close. Her nails are digging into my shoulders, and her eyes clench closed so tight as her hips rock against my hand.
One of her hands reaches up racing through her hair, the ripples of pleasure crash through her as she screams out, her body convulsing on top of me. I slide forward taking her nipple into my mouth biting hard as she works through her orgasm.
I don’t give her time to recover as I pick her up and throw her down onto the loveseat beneath me. She’s panting for breath as she falls from her high. I kneel above her and frantically battle with my belt and jeans to undo them, not bothering with my shirt or cut. I need in her, now. I yank my pants and briefs down just enough to get my cock out and lean over her.
Her legs wrap instinctively around me, and I line my tip up with her entrance, grabbing her wrist and slamming it above her head at the same time I thrust up inside of her. Her head snaps to the side moaning out in pleasure as my cock wraps in her silky warmth making me almost come instantly.
I still for a moment as she continues to pant, and I shake my head, leaning my forehead down on hers taking a breath. “Fuck, woman.”
She looks into my eyes and smiles pressing her lips to mine, and I begin to move inside her. Pushing up, then pulling back, rotating, and then thrusting back up inside of her.
Hard.
Unrelenting.
Fast.
And she fucking loves it.
Her walls clamp down on my cock sending a shudder right down my spine. I groan into her mouth as she rocks with me, meeting me thrust for thrust.
She gives as good as she gets.
This woman!
I have no idea what it is about Heeley, but she feels like nothing I’ve felt before. She’s like my very own fucking heaven, and I can’t get enough of her. Thrusting inside her, my balls tighten and squeeze. The pressure building is immense as a tingle runs down the base of my spine. I’m so fucking close as she arches her back, her pussy clamping around me, and she begins to shudder.
“Come for me, Heeley,” I demand, and she whimpers as she rocks with me. Our bodies slapping together like untamed beasts.
Sweat trickles down my back as I thrust into her. My balls pull up letting me know I’m right there.
She clenches her eyes tight as the nails from her free hand dig into my shoulder blade. “Ry,” she screams as her pussy tightens, and she shudders making my cock jolt with the spasm. My balls pull up so tight, I groan at the feeling.
I clench my eyes shut as the feeling washes over me like a hot flash sending my entire body into a cold sweat. Light flashes behind my eyes, and I let out a deep, throaty groan as I lean down taking the skin of her neck as my victim.
She moans as I unload inside of her, the pressure of my load strong as I groan out a low rumble through my chest while she falls from our joined high.
My body sags on top of her, but I try my best not to squash her as I keep my face in her neck, letting go of her wrist as her hands move straight to my back rubbing gently up and down.
She’s fucking everything.
I have no words for this woman.
As I lay here trying to gather myself, she lets out a contented sigh.
I finally look up and gaze into her brilliant green eyes and grin like a fucking schoolboy. “Fuck, Heeley. We need to do this… All. The fuckin’. Time,” I say succinctly, so she gets the message.
She laughs and brings her hand up to the side of my face smiling wide at me. “It’s going to be hard with me being at college all day and then at the hospital during the evenings, and with you living at the club and me here.”
Raising my brow, I look at her and smile. “Then you move to the clubhouse. You’re my Old Lady now. You should be with me anyway.”
She snorts and shakes her head. “I can’t live at the club, Torque. Going to be a doctor… remember?”
Nodding, I let out a heavy sigh and then tilt my head. “Easy. I’ll get us a place. By the club. That’s a given. But somewhere you can make a respectable home for a doctor and her old man, and we can live there together.”
She opens her eyes wide and looks up at me, her eyes sparkle and glisten like she’s about to cry.
Fuck.
“Rylan, you really want us to move in together?” her voice is barely a whisper.
I smile and look deeper into her eyes. “Yeah, baby. You’re my Old Lady. You belong with me. If you can’t be at the club, which I understand, then I need to be with you in a house near the club. As long as they can reach me, and I’m within a short distance, it’s workable.”
Her bottom lip trembles and she rushes forward pressing her lips to mine as I smile and kiss her back. My cock hardens again while it’s still inside of her.
She breaks free and chuckles slightly shaking her head at me. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
Grinning wide, I chuckle. “Oh, foxy, you didn’t really have a choice. But I’m glad you’re onboard.”
She scoffs shoving me in the chest p
layfully as I chuckle and lean in pressing my lips to hers while I grind into her, preparing to start this all over again.
EPILOGUE
TORQUE
Leaving Heeley this morning was hard. But spending last night with her was the best time of my life. Sure, I’ve had a chance at love before. I’ll never forget or dishonor Zoey. She was my everything. But the emotions I feel for Heeley seem different somehow. I loved Zoey when I was young, we were juveniles.
This feels…
I don’t know.
I might be talking out of my ass.
It’s not love, not yet, it’s too fucking soon for that. But I know we’re definitely headed in that direction. She’s perfect for me, in every single way, and this time I’m going to make this last. I won’t let anything get in my fucking way.
As my brothers and I ride to meet with Enzo and the Andrettis in The Heart of Italy, a feeling washes over me that I haven’t felt in a long time.
I have something I could lose.
Someone I could lose.
And that scares me.
My resistance to work with the Andrettis is now being overshadowed by the fact I need to protect what’s mine.
Not only my city but Heeley too.
I saw a quote once that said, ‘Most of us have two lives. The life we live, and the unlived life within us. Between the two stands resistance.’
If the fact that my resistance to work with the Andrettis is all that’s keeping me, keeping my brothers from having a peaceful town, then I need to suck that shit up.
Having the Ishikawa Yakuza in town has rattled me, and as much as I fucking hate it, Enzo seems like the only devil I can dance with to try and bring these fuckers down.
So, with the devil, I will dance.
Even if it fucking kills me.
Pulling into the Italian restaurant, tensions are high. We’ve never met on the Andretti home turf before. This is all new to us. We’re breaking new ground. And I can honestly say I don’t know what I’m doing. But I won’t let that indecision show to my brothers. They have to think I’m in complete control of every situation.
So, I hop off my ride and place my helmet on my seat looking up to everyone. “Keep on your toes at all times. I don’t trust these guys as far as I can throw them. We’re here to offer them a deal. We need them as much as they need us. So don’t go doing anything fuckin’ stupid.” I purposely look to my brother, Trax, and he scrunches up his face in disapproval as we all head for the door of the pizzeria.
We walk in to see Andretti’s men sitting in the back smoking cigars and drinking. The room of the restaurant is filled with the stale smell of the tobacco. I cringe wondering how anyone can stand to eat a meal in here. Luckily, it’s morning and customers won’t be coming in until the lunch rush.
We stride through heading for the back. Everyone’s subtly looking around making sure no one will be stepping out from the sides as we head toward the rear of the place.
Enzo spots us and stands up with a bright smile. “Defiance brothers. So good to see you. Here, have a seat. You want a slice of pizza? Gio, get the boys some pizza.”
I tilt my head and chuckle. “Enzo, it’s nine in the morning.”
He nods like that means nothing to him, and then he tilts his head like he’s just realized something. “Oh, fuck, my bad. Gio, get some calzone, too. And some cannoli, extra custard on the side. I’m sure bikers love cannoli. Am I right?”
I glance to my brothers who all raise their brows wondering why Enzo’s suddenly being overly hospitable as we all take seats at a round table near the booth where he’s sitting.
As he picks up a slice of cheese pizza and shoves it in his mouth, he starts talking, “So…” he says with his mouth full, “… last night was fun, si?” A piece of dough flies out of his mouth along with some spittle, and I try not to laugh wondering how this guy is the same guy we’ve been fighting with for so long.
Shaking my head slightly, I start, “So that crew last night. They’re the assholes buying up fuckin’ everything. His name is Aiko Ishikawa. He and his… I guess you could call them family, are in town from Japan.”
“Ahh… okay. So what are we looking at here?” Enzo wipes his mouth with a napkin.
“Yakuza.”
Everyone stops dead still and looks to me.
Yeah, I knew that would grab their attention.
“You’re shitting me! I was thinking maybe Triads, but Yakuza?” Enzo questions, dropping his slice of pizza to his plate like his appetite just abandoned him.
I shake my head as Ace brings up a rap sheet on his screen and places it in front of Enzo. “This is what we have so far.”
Enzo looks down and scrolls through the information. His eyes light up. “Fanculo!” He rubs his chin. “So, how do we play this?”
Clearing my throat, I shake my head. “That’s the thing, I’m not sure, yet. The only thing I do know, is we need to be together in whatever we do. I’m pretty sure they’re gonna try to pit us against each other, but we need to stick together to take them down.”
Enzo nods in agreement. “Agreed. It’s fucking weird to say… but agreed. We have to work together. But we also have to be equals in this, Torque. I need to know your plans, and you need to know mine, or this shit won’t work.”
I nod and stand up, walking to him, and place my hand out to him for the second time.
He chuckles shaking it. “This is becoming a damn habit.”
“Fuckin’ tell me about it.” I turn and lift my head to my brothers in a signal for us to leave.
“Oh… and Torque?” Enzo calls out, so I turn back to face him.
“Thank you for coming to me rather than siding with the Yakuza to bring me down. Shows balls. You’ve earned respect.”
Nodding, I turn and signal again for my brothers to head out of the restaurant and notice Sensei looking disheveled. He’s been so fucking quiet since last night, and I have no idea what the hell is going on. I’m going to have to pull him aside to see what his problem is.
Everyone exits the restaurant including Sensei, and I pull him to the side as the others move to their rides.
He looks at me and raises his brow. “Everything okay, Pres?”
I cock my brow and lower my voice. “You tell me?”
He huffs and looks around as the roar of engines echo through the parking lot blocking the others from hearing us.
I grip his arm and look him in the eyes, his are definitely distant and foggy. “Sensei, you’re my best friend. I’ve never seen you like this. You’re the calmest, most collected man I’ve ever known. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Sensei grits his teeth. “Torque, I know more about my past than I let on.”
Shrugging, I shake my head. “Okay?”
“My mother told me the story when I was old enough to understand. Coming from this background has turned me into the man I am today, Torque.”
“You’re not making any sense, Sensei.”
He looks down to the ground and exhales. “My mother was born in Tokyo. She was set to be in an arranged marriage to my father. Her family was trading her, to get their family out of a… tough situation. You see, the man she was marrying had a high ranking in Japan. But my father was a horrible man to my mother. He would treat her like a slave along with some brutality as well.
“She soon fell pregnant, and she knew her baby would grow up in a life full of crime, extortion, and bad deeds. Though she found solace in another man, Hiro Maki. You know him as my father, but he is actually my stepfather. He took pity on my mother, and together they forged an escape plan and fled to Chicago.”
Screwing my eyebrows together, I let out a small puff of air. I had no idea Sensei’s father wasn’t his actual blood father.
“On their way out, they had another guard find two bodies…” I can see it pains him to tell me, “… a pregnant woman and a man the same stature of my stepfather. The guard shot them. Placed them in a small hut and set it on fire, where my
real father could find the bodies and assume they were dead.”
I shake my head at this news while Sensei continues, “My mother and Hiro made it to America and started a new life. They were constantly looking over their shoulders… wondering when my father would come… but he never did. Mother and Hiro raised me together, and then had my two sisters, Keiko and Mei, and we have never given it another thought…” he pauses, “… until now.”
Raising my brow, I wonder why he’s telling me all of this. “It’s great you feel like you can tell me all of this, and I hate that your family had to go through that, but why exactly is this relevant?”
He looks into my eyes, steadying his posture, and grits his teeth. “Because I think Aiko Ishikawa of the Ishikawa Yakuza… is my father.”
TO BE CONTINUED
CHAPTER ONE
SENSEI
Wind pummels against my face, the harsh sting of the bitter breeze, a cool reminder of the chaos surrounding my life right now. My club, my brotherhood, has been at war with the Italia mafia—the Andrettis—for longer than I could possibly know, and now, somehow, we’re working together.
To bring down a larger threat to our city.
To Chicago.
To our home.
Not only is the threat on our doorstep, it’s a little too fucking close to home. It’s the goddamned Ishikawa Yakuza, and the head—the leader, the fucking Oyabun—I believe to be my blood father.
The thought churns my stomach as I hammer down on my throttle making my ride rev harder. I pull my bike up onto the back wheel letting out some pent-up rage. I don’t let it out often. But no one is around, the street is long and vacant, and so I feel free to unwind and let loose. Yanking back on the throttle to full capacity, I speed along the asphalt as fast as I can. The wind hitting my face even harder, my eyes watering slightly from the impact.