Chicago Defiance Box Set Part One

by K E Osborn

  Ayla’s eyes meet mine, they’re filled with lust and hooded with desire. My chest tightens while my cock strains against my pants to be set free. I fight hard to keep my mind focused and not on grabbing and forcing her into the back of the truck then fucking her like she deserves—no, like she so obviously desires.

  “I could think of a couple of things to get me off, but for now… let’s get this bike out the back.”

  I wave my hand out for her to lead the way. She grins while walking past me, swaying her hips in an over-exaggerated way as she walks, obviously for my benefit. I don’t bother to try and avoid looking away. If she’s going to flaunt herself in front of me, fuck if I’m not going to be a man right now and fucking watch her.

  We walk to the back of the truck where Vibe has the wrecked bike off the tailgate and onto the ground.

  Vibe looks at Ayla and raises his brows. “Now I see what the fuss is about, brother,” he calls out as we approach, and Ayla swings around to me with a smirk.

  “Have you been talkin’ ‘bout me?” she asks in a sickly sweet, put-on southern accent.

  “No… I haven’t,” I reply as she slumps her body with a pout and lets out a whimper. Vibe laughs.

  “Shame. You should, you know. It would get you brownie points.” She grins at me as I clear my throat.

  “Ayla, shall we take the bike around the back, so you can take what parts you need, and we can discuss payment?”

  “I’ll have a look over the bike this afternoon, see what parts I can salvage and call you regarding payment. Fair trade?” she queries.

  I cock my brow. “How do I know you will call regarding payment?”

  She chuckles. “Oh, you scared I’m not gonna call you, Sensei? Don’t worry, I have you on speed dial already, pretty. Especially after last night’s little chat.” She leans into Vibe’s side and lowers her voice. “Can I say, his voice during phone sex…” she pauses for an overly long time fanning her face as I stand here shocked by what she’s saying as she continues, “H.O.T! Fuck! Guy’s got the mind of a fucking animal.”

  Vibe’s eyes open wide as he grins the widest I’ve ever seen. I’m sure he can’t believe what he’s hearing. I’m not sure I can either.

  With a sharp inhale of breath, I can’t let her continue on in this vein, especially in front of one of my brothers. It’s disrespectful, but more than that, it’s turning me the fuck on. “Okay… Ayla and I are taking the bike out the back. I need to have a little discussion with her about her… manners.”

  Ayla winks while Vibe laughs. “A chat, uh-huh. I understand your code, brother. I’ll wait in the truck.”

  “Ah… Spanner, can I get you to look over something for me?” a guy with a little too much blond hair falling in his face calls out.

  She turns back with a smile. “I’ll be with you soon, Vince. Just got to deal with Sensei here first, then I’ll be right with you.”

  “No worries!” he calls out while waving with a kind smile.

  I raise my brow grabbing the bike’s handlebars and start to push it over the asphalt. Well, not really because the front tire keeps hitting on something as it rotates and is making a clunking sound. The bike’s hard to maneuver due to the sheer amount of damage, but I manage. Ayla walks beside me quietly but with a giant smirk plastered all over her face as we head to the back of the yard.

  She finally turns around and looks at me once we’re officially alone. “You know, you really are uptight, Sensei.”

  My shoulders slump, and I sigh, but don’t answer her.

  She chuckles and points to a concreted section further toward the back where I move off to, and place the bike kicking out its mangled stand. Somehow it stands up reasonably straight and stays that way. As I look around, I notice a house behind the garage and wonder briefly if this is where she lives. But I push the thoughts aside when she steps right up in front of me, her gorgeous eyes looking into mine. There’s a smudge of grease on her cheek making her look only more beautiful. Her hair is fastened in a ponytail, and she has a red bandana tied around her head which makes her look like a pin-up girl from a magazine. She’s hot as fuck, and it’s taking everything in me not to push her against the fucking fence and take possession of her.

  She squints as she looks into my eyes. “What’s going through your mind right now? You’re thinking… hard.”

  I let out a small chuckle. “You are an interesting woman, Ayla. You exude confidence… I like that in a woman.”

  She raises her brow. “Gotta be confident in my line of work. Show any sign of weakness, and the guys will swallow you whole.”

  “I get that. But I feel like maybe part of this is an act… maybe you’re not so tough underneath it all.”

  She smiles. “You think you can read me?”

  “I think you have many layers to you, many I would like to get to know.”

  She raises her brow taking a step closer to me. “Is that your way of asking me out, pretty?”

  Cocking my head, I smirk. “Do you remember what I told you I would do to you if you called me pretty again?”

  She chews on her bottom lip, the same pink blushes her cheeks again as she nods once. Her eyes sparkling with anticipation as her breathing becomes shallow. “Yes,” she almost whispers. “It’s what I’m counting on.”

  My cock stiffens immediately in my pants as something in the air changes. An intensity filters between us. I look into her eyes, they’re burning with desire, and I know mine are the same. As I take a step closer, my hands reach out gripping her arms as she doesn’t hesitate or make a move to escape. I thrust her hard against the corrugated iron fence, the crunch and high-pitched sound of her body hitting the metal echoes through the yard, but I don’t care and neither does she as her eyes bore into mine.

  Her tongue darts out licking her bottom lip as I step closer, our bodies touching, chest to chest, the tension building as her breaths become short and sharp. My fingers dig into her arms holding her in place. She can’t move from my grip as she’s helpless against me. She looks up at me, and finally I see not the strong woman I’ve become witness to, but a woman desperate for affection, a woman desperate for me.

  My chest heaves as the tension grows, electricity popping, sizzling, scorching the air in an inferno around us. I had no idea that simply staring at someone could create this kind of effect. But as I glare at her, daring her to say something, her lips part, a slow breath escapes her damp, supple, pink lips. I don’t wait for her to say a word before I lunge forward, my fingers gripping firmly on her arms pressing her back into the fence harder, her head moving back against the metal as I force my lips to hers. She doesn’t hesitate, kissing me back strongly. I swear it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s like everything’s spinning, and we’re the only stationary objects on the planet. I had no idea kissing someone could ever feel this good.

  Her tongue enters my mouth, and we continue to kiss frantically. It’s not slow, it’s not delicate. It’s fast, it’s rushed, it’s passionate, and fuck if it isn’t everything I imagined it would be with her. She sets fireworks off inside of me. It’s like the fucking Gion Matsuri festival in Kyoto, and that goes for a whole fucking month. It’s like motherfucking Christmas. Her kiss is like Christmas, it’s that fucking good.

  My hands drop from around her biceps and move straight to her ass. She doesn’t hesitate as I lift her up, her legs wrapping around my body as I slam her against the fence, my hard cock pressing into her pussy as she moans into my mouth.

  Fucking hell, I have no idea how I’m going to cool this down now that we’ve gotten to this point. Her hands run up and into my hair, she tugs on my dreadlocks slightly which causes me to groan as she pushes her pussy against my cock.

  We kiss hard, fast, unrelenting, and then a throat clears behind us.

  “Fuck’s sake, Spanner, get a room,” someone calls out.

  I break the kiss while still holding onto her as we both look back to see a young guy watching as he walks inside
the house with a smirk.

  “Shut up, Bowie. Just ‘cause you ain’t getting none…” Ayla calls out.

  He chuckles. “Fuck up! I’m getting more pussy than you’ve ever seen in your life, sister dearest.”

  Opening my eyes wide, I drop her legs slowly to the ground as she chuckles.

  “Did you hear what you just said, dipshit? I don’t see any pussy, I don’t swing that way you damn idiot,” she calls out as he walks inside the house effectively ending their conversation. She turns to me and lets out a heavy breath. “Sorry, that’s my baby brother… he’s a dick.”

  “So, I’ve managed to meet two brothers today?”

  Ayla smiles. “Yeah, you’re like… practically family now.” She steps forward grabbing the edge of my cut and pulls me closer to her, her eyes taking on that heated look again. “So, I knew you’d kiss like a machine. So good…” she shakes her head “… so damn good.”

  Smiling, I wrap my hand around her waist and hold her to me. “I have many talents, Ayla.”

  “I bet you do. Seriously, though… am I going to see you again after you leave here today?”

  Smiling, I bring my hand up caressing the side of her grease-laden cheek. It’s warm and soft and so inviting as she leans into my touch. “Yes…” I don’t say anything further, just leave it open to see what she will say.

  She smiles. And for the first time, it’s not a cocky smile, it’s not arrogant, it’s sweet and almost timid. “Great.”

  Leaning in, I press my lips to hers once more, this time slower and calmer, and she kisses me back while I savor the moment.

  I pull back and look her in the eyes. “Until next time.”

  She grins. “Until next time.”

  Regretfully, I let her go, and the spark retreats leaving me feeling cold as I swivel and walk away from her. She stays where she is as I head back toward the truck without looking back. I don’t want to appear weak, so as much as I want to look back at her, I don’t. I do however see the blond guy, Vince, who interrupted us earlier, heading out of the workshop to look for her. His demeanor makes me wonder what has him so happy.

  I open the truck door and jump up as Vibe looks at me, the biggest of fucking smirks on his face. “That was record quick, brother.”

  I scoff and roll my eyes. “I didn’t fuck her, you asshole. We simply… talked.” I bend the truth a little. There’s no need to kiss and tell.

  “Uh-huh, sure, sure. Just a little blow, blow, then?” he asks while starting up the truck and reversing out of the garage.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  SENSEI

  Strolling into the clubhouse, I feel strange. It’s been eons since a woman has taken a place in my mind. But Ayla has definitely found a little nook to hide out in the recesses of my brain. Especially, after that kiss. I had no intention of kissing her when I arrived at the garage, but with the way she was talking, and the looks she was throwing at me, I couldn’t handle it nor stop myself. She’s got me all kinds of twisted up, and fuck, I don’t need this kind of complexity in my life right now. With the Ishikawa shit on my doorstep, I must concentrate solely on the issue at hand because keeping my family safe is my main priority. However, Ayla seems to be at the forefront of my mind right now and that could be an issue. It could cause mistakes and miscalculations if my mind isn’t focused on what needs to be done in the present.

  As I walk in, Scratch cocks his head in a greeting. “So, got my money?” he asks blasé.

  I snort out a sort of huff—it’s half-annoyed half-curious at his attitude. “Ayla’s going to look over your bike and call me with an offer. When I know, you will be the first man I come to, Scratch… of that you can be sure.”

  He groans and rolls his shoulders. “Ahhh, fine… I’ve got a new ride coming in the morning. She’s a damn beauty, too, Sensei. Fuck! This might actually be a blessing, brother. Might have to buy Vibe a beer.”

  I raise a brow. “So you’re not going to beat his ass now?”

  He shrugs. “Might hold off… or not, one can never tell.”

  “Good to know.”

  He slaps my shoulder and spins. “Later, bro,” he calls as he walks away.

  I make my way over to Torque, who’s sitting at the table looking over Ace’s tablet. I slide in next to Torque, he glances up and gives me a chin up in a greeting.

  “Pres, any news on how we can get a message to Ishikawa?” I ask.

  “Ace?” he simply answers and lets out a long breath.

  Ace slides his tablet over. “I found something I think links to them… but I can’t be sure, they’re nigh untraceable. It’s fucking pissing me off. I’ve sent a message to what I think might get a reaction, so now we wait and see if we get a response.”

  “And if we do?” I ask.

  Torque cracks his knuckles. “And, if we do, we take our offer to them. See how we can swing it.”

  Tension rolls through me. We want to test the waters. See what their attitude is like. If they’re fair players, or if they’re going to take over and run us out completely. We need to know what we’re dealing with. So far, all we know is they want to buy up everything, including our businesses.

  That act would run Defiance out of town.

  That’s not going to happen.

  Even if it means we need to side with Enzo Andretti, which it seems is working for the most part right now. Who would have fucking thought!

  Just as I’m looking over Ace’s notes on the Ishikawa, a ping alerts on his iPad. Ace grabs it from my hand and goes about touching various items on the screen, and then he smiles wide. “We got a ping, Torque,” Ace murmurs, and we both raise our brows.

  “English, nerd,” Torque scoffs.

  Ace chuckles turning the device, so we can see it’s a message with a simple time and place.

  It’s the Yakuza.

  It’s Ishikawa.

  Torque sits up taller as a cold draught flitters down my spine. He looks at me, clear caution in his eyes. “Are you gonna be okay to do this, brother?”

  “If I don’t go, it’ll raise suspicion. He knows I’m a member of this club. I don’t want to do anything to draw attention. And we don’t yet know his reasoning for being in Chicago. If we can find out more information… I believe this will be beneficial not only to my family but also the club.”

  Torque nods. “Agreed. We need to find out as much as we can. Without giving anything away.”

  “The time suggests we meet them in thirty minutes. What’s the plan?” I ask.

  “The meeting place isn’t far away, maybe ten minutes, so we have time to discuss strategy with Surge. We could either all go in…. safety in numbers… but that could also be taken as a threat, and we could end up in a fuckin’ shootout. Or we ride in a smaller group with a backup positioned for reinforcement if we need them. After all, we’re gonna simply fuckin’ talk to them.”

  Nodding in agreement, I exhale. “Consult with Surge, but I believe option two to be the best solution. If I understand the Yakuza like I think I do… they’ll appreciate a smaller group. It’ll make us appear like we trust them, which at this point… is what we’re after.”

  Ace tilts his head gaining our attention. “You want me to send anything back?”

  Torque nods. “Yeah, tell them we’ll be there. Keep it short… simple.”

  Ace nods and starts typing as Torque stands up. “Right, where the fuck’s Surge?”

  I smirk. “I believe wherever your mother will be, that’s exactly where Surge will also be.”

  Torque groans. “Yeah, you’re probably right. Let’s go find the fucker and get ourselves organized.”

  ***

  As we ride to the meeting point, Chains rides first, followed by Torque, then myself, Ace, and Lift. It’s just the five of us heading in for the meet, but the rest of the club, excluding Surge, who’s still recovering, they’re sitting back a block with an open line connected to Ace so they can hear everything that’s happening. If we need them, Trax is in charge of the
crew to come to our aid. He wasn’t overly happy on sitting out the main meeting, but when Torque and I met with Surge, we all agreed that for the prosperity of the meeting, Trax is better out of it. His lack for the need of peace has been noted, his thirst for war is evident, and at the moment, we need to play this as it comes, and not go in making the situation worse than it already is.

  Torque has a plan, we need to stick to it, not throw a collective wrench in the works with Trax’s behavior or even worse temper. Torque was right making him sit this one out. But putting him in charge of the recovery if we need it—that was clever. At least it made him feel like he was in charge of something, something important. If we need him, he will come in guns-a-blazing. Hell hath no fury like a biker scorned.

  The telltale two Yakuza Lamborghini sports cars are parked on opposing angles inside the warehouse as we enter and pull up in front of them. Their guards stand at the front of their cars, and as we grind to a halt, kicking out our stands and sliding off our rides, that typhoon swirls inside of me. I have no idea if Aiko Ishikawa will be here, or if he will send his underlings to do his work. All I know is I’m not easily shaken, but right now, I am restless.

  Pulling off my helmet, I stand tall and proud, not letting anyone see my inner turmoil as the door of one of the Lamborghinis is opened and Aiko steps out, his suit tailored to perfection. His hands jut out to expose a crisp white shirt under his fitted shiny black, almost the darkest of blues, custom-made suit. He adjusts his gold cufflinks as he steps up to us with a man flanking either side of him.

  Torque cracks his neck to the side as I flank his left, and Chains is on his right. “Ishikawa, you’re a hard man to track down.”

  Aiko smiles and nods. “Yes. That is for a reason, Torque. I am actually quite surprised that Ace managed to find a loophole. You would be a great asset to our team, Ace.” He grins, and we all tense.

  Ace shakes his head slightly.

  “Not gonna happen,” Torque grunts back.

  He narrows his eyes at Torque, an evil grin adorning his face. “Time will tell. We already have an irrefutably brilliant technical team. Anonymity is requisite, but if Ace managed to break through our technology and firewalls, then we want him on our side. Just leaving that out in the open for you to deal with however you wish.”