“Serious talk, though.” Her jovial demeanor turned dark. “We need to get the hell out of Las Vegas. Dane isn’t going to give us the money and we can’t afford to wait out the week hoping a miracle will happen.”
“Fuck it.” I shrugged. “Walter thinks he’s hot shit? I’m calling The Devil Knights. We’ll burn his fucking club to the ground and roast Ray Stone’s nuts over the embers if we have to.”
“Didn’t you already cash in your favor to help my father?” Her dark demeanor took on one of worry.
“Yeah, but they’ll help me—once I’m wearing their patch. It’s time for me to stop playing games. There’s nothing left in Las Vegas for me except you and you’re coming with me. My own mother hates me at this point and my brother—well, he’s a fucking mess.” I sipped my coffee again.
“I’ll go anywhere you want.” She scooted closer to me on the couch. “But do you really think joining The Devil Knights is a good idea? You could end up in prison.”
“It’s better than being dead.” I reached out and took Monica’s hand. “I’m not dying for this shit. I’ve got something to live for.”
“Ray came to visit me last night.” Her dark demeanor returned. “It’s why I came to find you. He threatened me. He said that if we didn’t pay...”
“He did what?” I pulled away and my face turned to an angry scowl. I didn’t need to hear the rest of her sentence. I knew exactly what a man like Ray would say to her. “Are you serious? I told that motherfucker Walter not to come near my family. Fuck this.” I stood up and walked towards the closet in the corner of the living room.
“What are you doing?” Monica stared at me as I pulled open the closet.
“I’m ending this.” I reached into the closet and pulled out a shotgun that had a strap on it. I slung it over my back and grabbed the Glock that was on the shelf beside it.
“Grady, no.” Monica ran towards me as I started towards the door, but I pulled away from her grasp.
“Stay here.” I threw open the door and started walking down the hallway.
“Grady!” Monica ran out into the hallway and called out to me.
“Stay here!” I spun towards her, my face roaring with rage—it was enough to stop her in her tracks.
“DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT it.” I drew on the man at the door of Walter’s club before he could even get a hand on the gun at his waist.
“You’re making a mistake.” The man put his hands up and took a step back.
“No, Walter is the one who made the mistake.” I slammed the butt of the Glock into the man’s face and took his gun from his holster once he was on the ground.
“WALTER, YOU SON OF a bitch!” I hit the man behind the door the second it was open and started shifting my stance as the guys inside the club tried to stand. “If one of you moves, it won’t be a warning shot.”
“Grady, what the fuck?” Walter came walking down the steps to the right near the bar. “I thought we had a deal—you pay the debt and everything is fine.”
“You sent Ray to threaten my wife?” I pointed my gun at Walter. “I told you to stay the fuck away from my family.”
“He didn’t send me.” Ray walked out of the back room, drying his hands with a towel.
“Ray...” Walter’s face reflected shock. “We gave him a week.”
“He still has the week—what’s left of it. I just wanted to make sure he had a little motivation.” Ray smiled and I turned my gun to him as he approached. “Grady, why don’t you lower your weapon before one of these guys gets an itchy trigger finger.”
“He’ll die before they can do anything.” I pointed the gun towards Walter again.
“Then what, Grady?” Ray sighed and shook his head. “You’ll die and I’ll fuck that pretty wife of yours over and over until she doesn’t even remember your name.”
“Ray!” Walter’s face snapped from shock to anger. “That isn’t how we do things.”
“It isn’t how you did things—things have to change. Remember? We talked about this.” Ray took another step towards me.
“That’s too far.” Walter walked towards Ray. “Grady, I’m sorry. Consider the debt forgiven. Ray, you’ve taken this to a level I’m not comfortable with anymore.”
“Your comfort means shit to me old man.” Ray spun around, caught Walter in his grasp, and with a quick twist, I heard Walter’s neck snap. The limp body of my former boss slumped to the ground.
“Ray, what the fuck?” I opened my mouth in shock as I stared at Walter on the floor.
“I played his game and let him think he was in charge as long as I had to.” Ray shrugged. “He’s no longer useful to me.”
“You fucking bastard.” I shook my head in disbelief. “He built all of this.”
“You know what they say.” Ray chuckled. “You can’t take it with you when you go. Now, as you can imagine—I’m not going to forgive the debt.”
“Then I guess I’m just going to kill you where you stand.” I aimed the gun at him and started to squeeze the trigger.
“Think long and hard about this decision, Grady. If you kill me, you and Walter will have matching coffins. I could snap my fingers and have any one of these men kill you. Sure, you might take out a few of them, but they’re willing to die for me because they know I’m a man that gets shit done—unlike this old fool. Why don’t we make a deal—a deal that will end with only one of us dying.” He narrowed his eyes and exhaled through his nose.
“I’m listening.” I looked around the room. What Ray said was right—every single one of them looked poised to draw on me. There was no way I could take them all out.
“I like to settle things with my fists.” Ray held up his hands and I saw scars across almost every knuckle. “Walter said you used to be the same way.”
“Yeah.” I nodded.
“Tomorrow night, you and I finish this. I’m sure you know where Walter likes—liked—to go and watch the fights?” He motioned to the dead body beside him.
“I do.” I had been there with Walter a few times when I worked for him and even had a couple of fights myself when I was younger.
“We get in the ring. If you can take me down, that’s the end of it. If you can’t, you die—and I comfort your grieving widow.” Ray’s lips curled to an emotionless smile.
“I’ll fight you.” I nodded. “But Monica isn’t some prize that goes to the winner.”
“What will you care?” He shrugged. “You’ll be dead.”
“No deal—not unless you leave her out of it.” I started to squeeze the trigger again. “I’ll just die right here knowing you go with me.”
“Fine.” He held up his hands. “I’ll get enough satisfaction just killing you with my bare hands.”
“Tomorrow night.” I nodded.
“See you then.” Ray’s eyes actually reflected some semblance of emotion—it was excitement.
I kept my gun aimed at the crowd until I was outside the club and still walked backwards until I got to Monica’s car. I climbed into the driver’s seat and sped away after I saw that the door didn’t open.
I wasn’t going to shed a tear for Walter, but I still didn’t like watching him die in front of me. He might have been an old fool, but he was still someone I once called a friend. It was clear that he hadn’t been pulling the strings—Ray Stone was the one who really ran the new operation. I wasn’t sure I could take Ray down, but I had bought enough time to get things in order. I didn’t trust Ray to leave Monica out of it if he killed me, but I was going to make sure she was safe.
I stopped at a gas station and bought a pack of cigarettes. I had stopped smoking in my twenties because I wanted to live longer. If I was going to die, I was at least going to taste the sweet nicotine on my breath one last time. I picked up my cell phone once I lit up my first and felt the buzz of an old familiar friend while I waited for the person on the other end to pick up.
“Hello?” The voice belonged to Reggie Dawson, the President of The Devil Knights MC.<
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“Hey Reggie. It’s Grady.” I sighed and exhaled smoke. “I need your help.”
“Another favor?” He hesitated slightly with his response. “You know that requires a patch.”
“I think I’ve got something that more valuable than that. Remember how you wanted to get a foothold in Las Vegas? I have a way to make that happen.” I took another drag off of my cigarette.
Chapter 13: Monica
I had felt fear the night before when Grady didn’t come back and Ray Stone visited me, but it was nothing like the terror I felt when I saw him storm out of his apartment with more firepower than I had ever seen before—despite the fact he only had two guns. He looked like a man possessed, filled with rage I couldn’t even comprehend. I regretted ever telling him about Ray’s visit. It would have been better to just let him take me away from Las Vegas, even if he did join The Devil Knights. I couldn’t even sit down.
I paced the floor with worry the entire time he was gone. I was almost certain I would never see him again. The way he described Walter Grant’s club made it sound like a dangerous place filled with a lot of dangerous people.
I finally heard something outside the door and I tensed up with worry. If Grady was dead, it could very well be Ray Stone coming to claim me—just like he threatened. The door opened and I saw Grady’s face. I rushed to him with even more relief than I felt after finding him the night before, locking my arms around his neck.
“Is it over?” I felt tears rushing up in my eyes.
“Not yet.” He sighed and hugged me. “I have to get you out of Las Vegas.”
“What?” I pulled away. “I’m not leaving unless you’re coming with me.”
“You have to trust me.” Grady put his hands on my hips and swallowed hard. “I’ve made the arrangements and on the plus side, you’ll get to see your father again.”
“Then come with me. If you have to join The Devil Knights, that’s fine. I should have agreed to that before. What happened?” My thoughts were more jumbled than my words.
Grady explained everything in vivid detail after he put his guns away and sat down on the couch. Walter Grant was dead and it seemed that Ray Stone had taken control of his operations. I didn’t care about any of it until Grady told me that he had to fight Ray in order to end things once and for all. Ray was a brutish beast and while I had all the faith in the world in my husband, I didn’t want him to risk his life. My father’s debt had brought us together and it was the thing that could tear us apart.
I reluctantly agreed to leave Las Vegas after hearing what Grady said. I wasn’t happy about it, but I had to trust the man I loved. Ray’s threat still lingered in my mind and if I lost Grady, I didn’t want to be the next prize on Ray’s list.
We returned to my house and I started packing. I tried to pack with hope, only putting a couple of outfits in a bag, along with my makeup and my bathroom essentials. Grady fixed dinner while I loaded up my bag with everything I hoped I would need. I was happy that I would get to see my father again, but leaving Grady was like a knife through the heart considering that it could be the very last time we saw each other.
“You can cook!” I sat down at the table as Grady put a pot of beef stew in front of us. “I would have never guessed it with all the expired food at your place.”
“I’ve made a few things—this is actually something my mother used to cook for us. I kind of have it memorized thanks to the number of times I watched her make it.” He smiled and started putting some soup in my bowl.
“Do you want to try and see her again before you go fight Ray?” I looked at the stew—it smelled delicious, but I wasn’t very hungry.
“She’s in New York.” He sighed and sat down, pushing a spoon into his bowl. “At least she’s living it up now that Dane has some money.”
“What if we ask Dane again? He was drunk last night. Maybe he’ll feel differently this morning.” I was grasping at straws and I knew it. “Especially if we tell him your life is in danger.”
“My brother and I said what needed to be said last night. I’m not going to ask him for anything ever again.” Grady shook his head and pushed a spoonful of stew into his mouth.
“This just isn’t fair.” I swallowed my first bite of stew, which was as delicious as it smelled, but it just soured in my stomach immediately.
“I wish there was another way, but trust me—I’m going to see you again. I’m going to win this fight.” His confidence was stronger than mine and I didn’t trust Ray to fight fair.
“I believe in you.” I reached out and took his hand.
IF IT WAS THE LAST night with my husband, I wasn’t going to waste it. We were in each others arms as soon as Grady finished his food and I gave up on swirling mine around in the bowl. When he took me in his embrace, I felt safe and I believed it was too perfect to end. If there was a God in heaven that judged the world, I wasn’t worthy of anything, but I wanted to be a better person for the man I loved.
Our lips pressed together and Grady ravaged my mouth like he had never done before. There was more passion in each kiss than any of the ones we had shared. The words didn’t have to be spoken. As confident as he was and as much as I believed in him, both of us understood the danger he was walking into. We tore at our clothes with the desire we were both feeling. Our hands interlocked once we were naked and our lips came together again. He lifted me up and carried me to the bedroom, kissing me the whole way. His cock was engorged with his lust and I was so wet that I could barely contain the desire flooding through my veins. He squeezed my breasts as he descended between my thighs, pressing his glans to the entrance of my pussy.
“I want you so bad.” My hips shifted, begging for his cock. “I want to feel this every night.”
“We’ll have it soon.” His words resonated against my ear as he spoke. “Just a little longer and this will all be over.”
I wanted to believe it, but all I could focus on was the moment we had together. His cock started to enter me, sliding into my pussy as I moaned from the unbelievable feeling. He went deep until he was against my g-spot. He let his dick linger there for a few minutes, kissing along my neck and my ears while it throbbed inside me. He shifted my hips to force his throbbing cock to grind my g-spot even as he remained poised to begin the thrusting that would bring me to orgasmic bliss. There was more gentleness in his touch than I was used to from him. He seemed to be savoring every second just like I was.
He finally started to lift up and drive his cock into me, getting faster each time his body slammed into me. It was such an amazing feeling that my head rolled back against the quilt and I squeezed his arms while a moan erupted from my throat. His knees shifted, pushing against my thighs until they were almost touching my shoulders. The passion seemed to get stronger as he made the bed shake with every thrust.
“That feels incredible.” A moan that was almost a squeal echoed through the room as I gasped from the impact of his abdominal muscles connecting with my pelvis.
“I love you.” His words were rushed and it took a moment for me to even process what he said.
“I love you too.” I kissed his neck and a smile crept across my face for a moment before it was replaced with a gasp.
Love was a strange word. I had said it to Dane so many times that it seemed to lose all meaning because it was never true. It took on a whole new meaning when I heard it come across Grady’s lips and my response was an echo of my heart. His pace picked up and the words became as real as the man hammering his cock into me. I wanted everything with him. He was my dream come to life and the one who could bring me the future I though I would never actually have. Our bodies were connected on a spiritual level, transcending the feelings of the flesh. Every thrust he hammered into me started to bring me closer to an orgasm—one that resonated with more meaning and desire after I heard his words. The intimacy was more intense than anything I had felt with before that moment and my body was reacting. I felt like I was going to explode and the orgasm that was b
uilding was one that begged for a release. He took me to new heights of pleasure I had never felt with him before and my body started to buzz with the impending release.
“I’m gonna cum!” My abdomen clenched and I rolled forward against him, feeling the heat of his breath against my neck.
“Me too...” He grunted and his arms locked around my back, keeping our bodies pressed together as he pounded into me.
We both seemed to be on a different plane of existence where pure pleasure was everything that our bodies craved while our souls siphoned the moment like it was the very first time we were together. I could feel the perspiration of his heat mixing with my own even as the friction kept the fire raging. We weren’t just enjoying the satisfaction of our lust, we were chasing the union of our love. His cock started to throb inside me, pulsating with every thrust until the bliss overwhelmed me. I swirled into the orgasm until my body was tight and clenched against him. The release finally came and a scream rushed from my lips, drowning out the grunts and growls resonating from his. He gave me several more hard thrusts and then stayed deep inside me. His cum erupted from his shaft and surged into my orgasm. My pussy was spasming harder than it had before and I massaged his cock while he exploded. The thrusts made the orgasm incredible, but I started to orgasm again as the first one spiraled to the peak. He filled me with every drop of his seed and the rush of his cum made me tingle from head to toe.
“This is the first thing we’re going to do when this is over.” His lips grazed my ear and he slumped down beside me.
“You won’t get a single complaint from me.” I smiled and felt the afterglow of my orgasm creeping along the surface of my skin and forcing my eyes to close.
Chapter 14: Grady
I could no longer hide the feelings I had for Monica. It was pure love on a level I had never felt before. She was more than my wife—she was my everything. I would go through hell and back to keep her safe. No sacrifice would be too great, even if it cost me my life. The Devil Knights would make sure she was safe, but I didn’t plan to lose the fight. Ray Stone was a gigantic beast of a man, but a man that fought for love wasn’t one to be underestimated. I was fighting for our future—the life I never thought I would have, yet the one I wanted more than anything else in the world.
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