Chapter 16
Chloe
I watched Dax as he took the call. His back went tense, and I heard the f-bomb that he dropped and knew something was wrong. I went back to washing the countertops down. The mess wasn’t that bad, but the one thing I hated was a dirty kitchen. Taking the last wipe, I thought about what Dax had said.
I couldn’t believe that someone would abuse a child like that. The scar on his face I was guessing was from the step-dad that raised him. It was sick to think someone who was supposed to protect a child hurt them instead. An abuse of power is what it was. I never had thoughts of killing someone, but the monster in his life needed to feel the pain that Dax went though. Death would be too easy of an out from him. It disgusted me to think of all of the child and animal abusers in this world. There were too many that survived that went unpunished for what they did.
It made sense that Dax didn’t like touch. I understood more than he might think I knew. Going through that all alone, well, it could seriously mess with someone's head. He may never change. He may never like touch. Could I live with that? What was I thinking, this wasn’t forever. People like Dax and I didn’t get our forever, we didn’t get the chance to love, not really. I knew I had it in me, but I also knew the reality of my situation. I would be seen as a burden.
My personal issues, the depression that I fight daily, along with the anxiety that keeps me wondering if I am good enough. Always wondering if I was pushing them away, if I whined too much, or what if I had another breakdown? I learned that lesson hard and fast already.
The sliding glass door opening brought me back to the present. “Need you to pack babe,” Dax tells me before he closes the door.
“Okay, why?” I can feel my pulse quicken. Did I really want an answer? Could I handle the answer?
“Got some trouble with the club. I need to keep you safe.” I nod as I turn from the counter. Reminding myself how to walk, I make my way to the bedroom. Pulling out my suitcase, I numbly pack. I remind myself that this probably doesn’t affect me in the least. This is just a precaution on his part. Nothing for me to worry about. “Pack for a week, just to be safe.” I just nod my head as I throw clothes in the bag. I go through the motions of packing for a week-long vacation.
“Babe, Chloe, look at me.” I snap my head up at him. I didn’t realize that he was standing behind me. I can feel the warmth that his large body emits, and it comforts me. I pull from his strength. I have to; my mind is racing even though I try to pull myself out of it. Dax grips my shoulders. “Babe, it is going to be okay. The clubhouse is the safest place to be. I promise.”
“Okay,” my shoulders sag in relief from his words. I don’t know why, but they do. I take a deep breath. “Thank you.” I won't elaborate on my thanks. After my bag is zipped, Dax takes it from me. Next, I focus on getting things ready for Vixen. Getting her food, bed, and leash, I’m prepared to go.
“You good to drive?” He is eyeing me cautiously. I don’t blame him, but I feel better, my mind has stopped running and screaming like a banshee.
“Yep, I will just follow you,” I tell him with a smile. He nods his head. We take off towards the clubhouse, I focus on the bike in front of me. There is no way I am going to think about why I need to be at the clubhouse. Why am I going along with him? We aren’t a couple, are we? Did I miss something? I don’t have the answers that my subconscious is looking for. Hell, I don’t even have the answers that I am looking for.
The Bluetooth in my car goes off. Glancing at the screen I see that it is my mother calling. Shaking my head, I send the call to voicemail. I don’t have the nerves to deal with her right now. I don’t want to hear about what a mistake I made by turning Thomas down. Pulling into the clubhouse parking lot, I let out a sigh of relief as I shift the car into park.
Dax is in my car before I can move. “You good babe?” he asks again. I try to remember the last time someone had asked so many times if I was okay. The last person who would ask is no longer around. I smile and nod, not now, emotions go away. I don’t need to feel right now. I tell myself. It’s true, just because he is showing me kindness doesn’t mean anything. I barely know anything about Dax. Other than he has a very god-like anatomy, and he knows how to use his dick. God does that man know to wield his dick-sword like the God of War himself.
Shaking my head, to clear all of the dirty thoughts, Dax grabs my bag, and Vixen follows us into the clubhouse. I stop in my tracks as I see that the clubhouse is packed. Men and women are everywhere. Most of the men are wearing scowls on their faces. They are all focused on the wall behind me. I turn to see what they see. What I see makes my stomach drop, bullet holes in the wall. I glance back at Dax’s retreating form, jogging to keep up with him. We made the stairs and come back to the room, his room. He holds the door open for me.
I turn around to look at him. “Dax, what happened?” The tremble in my voice makes me wince. His hands run through his hair on his head.
“Rival club, making a statement.” Is all he gives me.
“Dax, you said it was safe here.”
“I promise you it is. This rival got through once, but it won’t happen again.” The look on his face has me taking a step back. His whiskey brown eyes take on a darker color. This isn’t Dax, this is Jag coming through. “Babe, you need to know. I am the club’s enforcer.” He takes a step towards me. I don’t want to back down. I hold my ground as he steps to stand right in front of me. I have to arch my neck to look up at his face.
“What’s an enforcer?” I don’t know what that is supposed to mean.
“I am the one the club calls in to get answers from people. I keep everyone that thinks they want to mess with us think otherwise.” I can see that Dax can be intimidating. The look he had right now should send everyone running for the hills.
“I can see that,” I tell him honestly.
“Can you? Do you understand what that means?”
“Uh,” chewing on my bottom lip, I try to think what it means. “You might have to scare people?”
“Yeah, and some extra shit.” He tells me. I have a hunch that he might have to kill people. I don’t know how I feel about that. But oddly enough, I don’t fear him. I feel safe with him in the same room. The look in his eyes has my heart racing, but not from fear. Nope, excitement. My panties are soaking wet right now. I have the need to sink to my knees and suck his dick. Would he allow that?
Before I can think about what my body is doing, I go down to my knees. “Babe? What are you…” before he can finish, I have my hands on his belt. “Babe, I’m trying to tell you what I do.” I wave his hands off.
“I get it, Dax. You have to do things for the club. Some things I would rather not think about like maybe killing people. I mean, as long as they deserve it.” I shrug as I get his pants unbuttoned. The sound of the zipper is loud in the room. As I slide his jeans down his long legs, I notice the scars that I didn’t before. Without thinking, I kiss each one that I see from his lower legs up to his large cock. Licking his balls as I continue using my lips on the underside of his cock. Licking the little slit on his head, I let out a moan as his pre-cum hits my tongue. Salty and all him. Sliding my lips over his head, I suck on his head like it’s a lollipop. Slowly sinking him into my mouth.
I was hoping this was okay for him because it was more than okay for me. I didn’t really want control, but I wanted to please him and taste him. Something I had been dreaming about. Sucking his dick. Even before I met him and talked to him, I knew I had problems, but damn this was better than what I had imagined it could be. Taking his dick to the back of my throat, Dax let out a deep groan as I swallowed the head of his cock. His hands fisted my hair and began to set the pace that he craves. I never once thought that I would want or even need a man to set the speed of the pleasure I was giving, but here I was on my knees and getting more and more turned on, almost to the point of orgasm. I let out a groan as he began to thrust into my willing mouth. “Fuck, Chloe, so fucking good. You like my cock in your mouth
?” I couldn’t answer with words, I just hummed my approval. He continued to use my mouth until he stilled with his cock in the back of my throat, I knew it was coming, knew he was about to blow his load. But having him come down the back of my throat was a pleasure I have never felt before. I have sucked several guys off before but never was I on the cusp of an orgasm. I swear one swipe of my clit, and I would detonate.
Dax pulled out of my mouth, pulled up his jeans, and helped me up. I wasn’t looking to get off. I just wanted to have his dick in my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, Dax had me on my back, and my jeans were being pulled off. He spread my legs, “Damn, babe. So fucking wet. You sucking me off do that to you?”
“Yes, sir.” I was wound up, so freaking tight that I knew it wouldn’t take much for him to get me off. Spreading my lips, Dax feasted on my pussy. One lick to my clit had me going off like a firecracker. But he didn’t stop at one, as I was still riding my high, he continued until my legs were shaking. It felt like my orgasm never ended. Maybe it did, or perhaps he kept it going long after it began. I didn’t know. All I knew at that moment was that Dax was between my legs eating my pussy like it was his last meal. Finally, he pulled back. I could see my juices glistening off his beard and smiled inwardly.
“You came without asking.” He had a smile on his face, but his voice was grave. I shuttered, thinking of all the things he could do to me.
“Sorry, sir. I was kind of worked up.” I gave him a smile that I hoped portrayed how not sorry I was. Before he could answer back, there was pounding at the door. “Jag, church in five, man.” A deep baritone roared through the wooden door. Dax let out a breath as he got up from in between my legs.
“Sorry babe, wish we could finish this now. We will finish this when I get back.” Running his hands over his beard, he gave me one of the smiles that I was falling for. “Why don’t you go down to the bar area and hang out with the Ol’ Ladies for a bit.”
I kind of liked that idea, get some girl time in. It had been a long time that I was actually looking forward to hanging out with other humans. “I would like that.” Biting my lower lip as I got up and pulling up my jeans at the same time.
“Damn it, babe. I need to be inside you.” his whiskey-colored eyes were ablaze with desire. A shiver went down my spine, knowing he meant what he said.
“You will be, after church,” I tell him as I walk by him to get to the door. As I open the door, Dax smack my ass hard. Letting out a screech and giggle, I come to a halt when I see the surprised look on Brick’s face. Composing myself, I glance back at Dax. He has that smile still in place, even though we were caught by his president. He doesn’t stop there. He has me pinned against the wall, his tongue in my mouth his hands on my face, holding me in place. This kiss isn’t sweet or rough. More like he is claiming his territory. Gawd do I love it, I know I shouldn’t. I should be pissed that a man is pretty much pissing on my leg. But damn it feels good to be claimed like this. I let out a groan when he grinds his hard-on into me. I know we are being watched, and I don’t have a care in the world at the moment.
“See you in a few, babe,” Dax tells me as he pulls back. My eyes are still closed as I nod my response. I slowly open my eyes; he is looking down at me. “My Angel,” the tone of his voice is gentle as he runs a fingertip down my face. I smile, not knowing what I should say to that. He gives me one last kiss on my forehead before he leaves me more breathless with just a few words. Brick is no longer standing there. I am alone. Heaving out a breath, I make my way down the stairs. I can see the other girls down at the bar area.
“Hey, Chloe. We were just talking about what to make for the boys.” Korey informs me as I get closer to the bar. Kelsey isn’t behind the bar at the moment.
“But I want something cheesy. We have to have something with cheese.” Angie stomps her foot as Korey shakes her head. “You know, my cravings aren’t as bad yours was. Do I need to remind you? I haven’t broken my husband's cock yet.” Angie has her hands on her hips. I have always heard the saying that dynamite comes in small packages. I can honestly say that I see it in Angie. Kelsey throws her head back with a roar of laughter. Korey’s cheeks turn a slight red before she fires back.
“Yeah, well, at least I can say I broke my man. Rubbed him raw from fucking him so much.” Korey sticks her tongue out. Angie laughs with a big smile on her face.
“God, woman, I love you,” Angie tells Korey as they hug each other.
“Cheesy, huh?” I add. I know a few tasty recipes that I could put together for an army.
Chapter 17
Jag
I hated having to leave Chloe so soon. Especially with her, not knowing what was going on. But damn that blowjob was spectacular. It has only been a couple of days since I got my head out of my ass and decided to give this a go with Chloe. But damn, I never in a million years would have thought that she was what I needed. That the blushing woman next door would be my perfect match in the bedroom. My dick was still hard even though I blew my gizz down her throat.
I needed to get my head in the game, instead of on her pussy, a pussy that was so fucking greedy, and was ready for my cock to sink to the root. A pussy that loved to be pounded. God damn it. Shaking my head, I focused as everyone came into the chapel. Brick gave me a knowing look. Yeah, I claimed my territory. I never did shit like that, never. Hell in the seven years that I have been with the club, I haven’t had a serious relationship. I wanted the whole club to know that she was mine and only mine. Hell, I had the mind to put a tattoo on her beautiful skin, showing the world that she was mine. Fucking hell, what in the hell was wrong with me.
I heard the gavel slam and pushed everything from my brain. I needed to focus on the here and now in this room. The problems that the club was facing. The Grimms apparently had a death wish. I had a feeling that this was something more profound than the Grimms, though. Call it intuition if you will, but I knew deep down this was not the Grimms doing.
“Listen up; some of you were here this afternoon. But I am going to let everyone know what the fuck happened here today. Some asshole decided to kill a prospect, and shoot up my Ol’ Lady’s car and our fucking clubhouse.” The curses went around the table. I was thinking of who would have the balls to come to our house and put bullet holes in it. The Grimms could do it, but they weren’t anywhere near that gutsy. This stunk to high heaven like a hit; someone was trying to get our attention. But for what and who?
“Diesel, let them know what you found out.” Brick barked. His face was red, and that vein was popping out again.
“Alright, boss, here is what our cameras’ picked up this afternoon.” Diesel turned his laptop around so we could see the picture. A black Mercedes murdered out, complete with tinted headlights with the drivers’ side windows down. There was more than one shooter. “I tracked the Grimms down on the other side of town during the drive-by, because this is what it was. This wasn’t the Grimms.” Diesel pointed out the obvious that I already knew. “There is more. Jag, you are not going to like this part.” Diesel paused, licked his lips, and let out a nervous breath. “They left a note.”
“Get on with it man, what the fuck did they want?” I grunted out. I already knew, fuck, I already fucking knew.
“They demanded we hand over Chloe.”
“Fucking assholes.” I roared as I got up and threw the ashtray in front of me at the wall. I needed to hit something or someone. Fuck, I knew it was that asshole, Rivet. I knew that he wouldn’t give up easily, he already bought and paid for his pound of flesh, and he was going to get it. Either through us delivering or by the shit, he pulled through blood. Surely he wasn’t stupid enough to through the cops. But hell, it seems like he didn’t have a fucking brain cell if he attacked our clubhouse. This was a direct threat to the club, not just me or Chloe. Running my hands through my hair, I glanced at the table.
I did this shit. I brought hell to the club. Defeated, I slumped down in my chair. Brick spoke first. “We will deal with this thre
at. Do we know who?” Brick already knew the answer.
“Thomas Rivet and possible Savannah Bowman. From what I have gathered, Savannah has sold Chloe to Thomas. He paid a cool five million.” Diesel informed the room. I found out earlier today that the transaction had gone through. I was disgusted; I was repulsed that her mother or the woman who raised her would sell Chloe off like a piece of meat.
“The fuck is wrong with people today?” Tank asked out loud. I snorted.
“Money.” Snake replied. He wasn’t far from the fucking truth. Savannah Bowman was money hungry.
“Jag, this is your play. How do you want this to go down?” Brick pointed at me. I knew how I wanted it to go down. I was going to make Thomas pay dearly, slowly, and painfully. Hell, I wanted Savannah Bowman to pay too. I generally wasn’t one to hurt a woman. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t in the past.
“I want that asshole to pay. I don’t want Thomas scared, I want him taken out. But we need to do this quietly. He has money and lots of it. If we take him out, he will be missed. We have to make a damn good plan and an even better back-up plan to make sure we are scot free of this.” Brick nodded. We may have gone legit, but no one messed with the club and lived to tell the tale. Thomas Rivet fucked up royally. He didn’t do his homework before he decided to start a war that even his money couldn’t win.
“I can freeze all of his accounts and move his money to an offshore account that can’t be traced. That should slow him down. Do a reverse transfer to get that five mill taken away from the mom. Also, just so everyone knows before we start killing.” Diesel looks at me as he hesitates his next words. “Thomas Rivet is from money. Big money, with a big name. It is not the boy that I am worried about but the father.” My need to get revenge was going to be squashed. All because the Rivet boy had more money backing him. It is days like this that I regret going legit. Trying to keep the authorities off our backs and do the right thing. I say fuck that that man needs to die, a slow, agonizing death.
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