The Outlaw's Obsession
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“Wait, what about DeDe?” The woman might have been a mega-bitch to her, but she had to help her.
“That cunt made this happen. I could smell her deceit right before the window shattered. I don’t give two shits about what happens to that betraying whore.” Stinger’s words were as sharp as the glass that covered the clubhouse floor. He didn’t go down the hallway that held her and Jagger’s room, and instead took a different direction. Once inside the last room down this second hallway, he shut the door and pushed her toward the closet. He was already on his phone again and barking things out. “Shit’s gone down here, Prez.”
She heard the enraged voice of Jagger on the other end but couldn’t make out the words.
“The prospect’s down, and that fucking whore DeDe must have set this up. I smelled her betrayal, but before I could drill on what she had done there was gunfire.” There was another moment of silence as Jagger spoke to him. “I’m getting her to the safe room now.” Stinger thrust the cell at her at the same time he was turning her and pushing her toward a closet.
“Hello?” For as strong as she was trying to be, Sonya was scared shitless and sounded like it, too.
“Baby, you listen to Stinger. He’s getting you into the safe room in the closet, and I am on my way now.” She heard a rustle of movement on the other line, heard guys in the background grunting and cheering, and then heard silence.
“Okay. Jagger, what if you don’t get here in time?” She didn’t even want to think about what would happen.
“Sonya, you listen to me right now. Nothing will happen to you. I’m not going to let Trick hurt you. I’ll be there soon, baby. Go. Now.” Jagger shouted the last part to someone, and then she handed the phone back to Stinger. But he closed it and tucked it into the front pocket of Jagger’s shirt that she wore.
He threw the closet door open, crouched on his haunches and pushed a rug away. There was a small cutout in the wood, and he slipped his finger in the notch and pulled a door open. Under the wood was another door—a metal one.
“Once this is unlocked and you are inside, no one can get in. You control the locking mechanism from the inside.” He punched in a code on the small keypad, and the door popped open. He all but pushed her down the stairs that were revealed. “Don’t open this door until you get the all clear from Jagger only.”
She nodded, and then Stinger shut the door over her. Lights flared to life, and she heard the locks moving into place. There were only about five steps, and when she reached the bottom it opened up to a large shelter type room. There were two cots, a wall of shelves that held food and water, a small toilet, and a computer screen that was already on and showed her several angles of the clubhouse.
“Holy shit.” She stepped closer and stared at the NASA type set-up on the wall. There were six screens, showing the outside—front and back—the main club room, the hallways, and the room that was right above her. “This is like some CIA shit.” Sonya had never seen anything like it. The main room was a wreck, and she watched in horror as Trick kicked open the front door and walked in. As she covered her mouth with her hands and felt her eyes widen, everything inside of her started to go into flight mode, even if she was safe in this room. Behind him was one of his club members, but as if she were watching some kind of horror movie the Grizzly prospect lifted his gun and shot a hole right in Trick’s man. The Wolverine flew backward from the shotgun bullet tearing through his abdomen. Trick went into action and shot the prospect in the same manner he had killed the other Wolverine.
Sonya shook her head and felt sick to her stomach. She was going to pass out for sure as fear slammed into her. But there was also this strength that started to grow, one that wanted vengeance for everyone that Trick had ever hurt. She should go out there and give herself up, stop this from going further, but even thinking that, taking a step backward toward the door, she knew it was a stupid idea. She hadn’t been able to fend Trick’s advances off for years. What made her think she could kill him now?
The gun he carried looked big and automatic, and scary as fuck. A surge of relief filled her as DeDe slowly pushed herself up. Stinger said she was to blame for this, but Sonya didn’t know that, and besides, even if DeDe had been a bitch to her she was still a woman and at the mercy of Trick. Sonya didn’t want anyone dying. DeDe wobbled a little when she was on her feet and turned to face Trick. She was alive, but she wouldn’t be for long, that was something Sonya didn’t doubt.
There was no sound, or there was but she didn’t know how to work the controls. Trick’s mouth started moving, and the sick smile that spread across his face had horrid memories slamming into Sonya. He pointed toward where the hallways were, and DeDe lifted her hands in an act of surrender. She started saying something, and she shook her head in a frantic motion. Trick took a step closer, and in a quick move brought the back of her hand across the side of her face. DeDe’s whole body swung to the side, and she rested a hand on the wall to stay upright. DeDe started speaking again, and even on the screen and from the distance Sonya saw the tears on her face. Trick threw his head back and started laughing, and then in a fast move he lifted the gun toward her and fired.
Sonya looked away right when she saw DeDe fly backward and slam against the wall from the gunshot. Sonya stumbled back, and when the back of her legs hit the cot she sat down. She was down here, away from all of the violence, but there was no stopping Trick until he got what he wanted. And anyone that stood in his way would end up dead. Trick started making his way down the first hallway, checking the rooms, and then he finally stopped in front of the room where she was below. Stinger was on the other side of the door, his gun in his hand, and a cigarette hanging from between his lip. He lit the end as if there wasn’t some psycho path waiting to burst through the door. Stinger seemed so calm and collected.
The two screens were side-by-side, and she could see Trick on one and Stinger on the other. Trick started saying something, and then lifted his gun and started shooting through the door, but Stinger was already away from the gunfire and pressed against one of the walls. When Trick kicked the door open, Stinger shot, and a bullet went through Trick’s leg. He buckled forward but righted himself and pointed the gun at Stinger. She didn’t know how far away Jagger and the other guys were, but there had been enough bloodshed to last ten lifespans. While she was safe down below, everyone up above was being killed because of her.
“Please hurry, Jagger.” Tears fell down her cheeks, and she didn’t bother wiping them away.
****
Jagger pulled his Harley into the Grizzly MC lot and parked right in front of the clubhouse. He was off his bike, had his gun in his hand, and was moving stealthily toward the front door before his men were even all behind him. The roar of the bikes would have alerted anyone inside to their presence, so they needed to take extra precautions. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Drevin. “Go to the garage and make sure everyone is okay in there.”
Drevin nodded and made his way around the back of the clubhouse.
Jagger’s heart was beating fast, and his blood pumping through his veins, making his muscles thicker, bigger, and getting him ready for the fight of his fucking life. There were a few prospects in the garage looking after the women and children, but he wanted a patched in member to check them out, and make sure they were all in one piece.
The front door was busted open, and the main window was nothing but a gaping hole in the side of the building with shards of glass sticking out. He made his way inside, stepping over broken glass and scanning the area. Dallas, Court, Diesel, and Brick were all behind him and moving just as stealthily. He instantly smelled blood and saw DeDe slumped against the wall with a gaping bullet hole in her belly. The prospect was dead as well, but it was either from the gunshot wound in his chest, or the massive hole on the side of his head from a piece of debris.
Bill-O was on the couch, and Jagger quickly moved toward him. He let out a breath of relief when he checked his pulse and found it. The
“I wondered how long it would take you to get here. Call the fucking guard dogs off, and you and I can talk about this President-to-President.” Jagger didn’t move, but when Trick grabbed his gun and pointed it at Stinger, Jagger lifted his hand for Brick and Diesel to put their weapons down. Trick grinned when Jagger told his men that he had this. He was not going to let anyone else die at the hands of this maniac.
“Let my guys take Stinger out of here, and you and I can deal with this as males.”
Trick chuckled and shook his head. “Fuck no. Tell those assholes to leave us alone.”
Jagger didn’t want Stinger in here when he needed medical help, but he also knew that although they outnumbered Trick, this guy was one fucked-up sociopath. Jagger waved his men back, and neither spoke until he sensed his men were down the hallway. But they were still on alert, and he knew if he needed them they would be there in an instant.
“All right, it’s just you and I.”
Trick was still grinning, but didn’t respond.
“There is only one way this is going to end, and that is you dead at my feet.” Jagger growled out the words.
“You know, you kill my men, take what’s mine, and have the balls to keep her here like she’s yours.” Trick pointed the gun at the ground and let off several shots.
“Stay the fuck back,” Jagger yelled out when he sensed his guys moving toward them form the hallway.
“That stupid club whore of yours betrayed you, man, but hey, her pussy was tight enough so it wasn’t all a loss.” Jagger didn’t move, but he knew Sonya was safe right below him in the panic room. “But Sonya is my property, and no one will have her but me,” Trick growled out and was out of the chair in a matter of seconds. He charged forward, but Jagger was ready for him.
They clashed together, and Jagger raised his gun in the shuffle and aimed it between their bodies. He got a shot off, heard Trick grunt, and smelled his blood. He roared out and heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming forward. Jagger yelled out for his men to stand down. This was between him and Trick, and Jagger was the one that was going to end his life for everything he had done to his club, his men, and his female.
Trick slammed the butt of his gun against the side of Jagger’s face, but he let his bear rise up and threw his arm out, slamming it into Trick’s gut. Trick stumbled back, not seeming affected by the hit, and raised the gun at Jagger. But Jagger was prepared and fell to the ground as Trick started firing. The sound of his men doing the same at least brought a little bit of peace to his mind. Jagger rose up slightly and aimed his gun right at Trick’s head. He had wanted to do this slow and cause a lot of pain, but it just needed to be over with.
Trick screamed out in rage, but Jagger was pulling the trigger again. Satisfaction filled him as he watched the bullet tear through Trick’s right eye. The gun slipped from Trick’s grasp, and he fell backward. The scent of his life fading filled the air in a nasty, sour stench. Jagger stood, and his men moved up behind him.
“Brick.” Jagger called out to his Sergeant at Arms. When Brick was right beside him he unsheathed the knife strapped at his waist and handed it to the other male. He saw the sadistic smile on Brick’s face, and although Trick was already dead, this would still bring pleasure to Brick.
His right hand man knelt beside the wolverine’s dead body and lifted his hand. He slowly brought the knife down across Trick’s face, but that wasn’t nearly enough for Brick. He started really tearing into the bastard, carving him up like a fucking Halloween pumpkin. Jagger turned away and moved toward the panic room.
“Baby, open the door for me.” Jagger spoke to himself, because there was no way for her to hear him. She clearly wouldn’t know how to activate the sound from the inside. He was on his knees by the entrance of the safe room and waited for agonizing seconds for her to open for him. The code to get out was by the inner keypad, and she had to be the one to unlock it. But finally the door popped open, and Sonya stared up at him with tears streaming down her face. “Come here, baby.”
She all but launched herself into his arms and started crying. “He killed DeDe and the prospect, and—” She lifted her head and looked at Stinger, but Court was already looking him over.
“Stinger will be okay.” At least he hoped he would be. They’d have to get him to the doctor that helped out the MC behind closed doors. “DeDe was helping Trick, trying to get you out of here, baby. She got what was coming to her for betraying us.” Jagger didn’t want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t gotten to her in time, and she hadn’t been able to get in that safe room. All he wanted was to get Sonya out of this carnage. He picked her up and ignored her protest that she could walk. “You’re still trying to be strong, baby.” He smiled, and it was genuine. He kept moving until he was out of the clubhouse and had her seated on his bike. Jagger took a step back, kept hold of her hands in his, and stared at her. She lifted her hand and brushed her finger along his eyebrow. It stung, and he knew there would be a nasty fucking bruise from when Trick had knocked him in the face with his gun, but none of that mattered. “You’re okay?” He cupped both sides of her neck and leaned into her to rest his forehead against hers.
“I’m fine, Jagger. Scared, but okay. The women and children are okay?”
He nodded but stayed close to her. Drevin had texted him as he was leading her out and said things were good.
“You got here fast,” she said softly.
He breathed out and closed his eyes. “I broke a hell of a lot of speeding laws, nearly took out a guy walking across the street, but all I could think about was getting to you.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in even closer. “Fuck, Sonya, all I could think about was what would happen if I didn’t get here—”
“Shh, I’m fine, but this is all my fault.”
He was shaking his head before she finished. “No, baby. This altercation with Trick was a long time in coming, and anyways, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you or anyone else in this club is safe.” He tilted her head to the side and kissed her. “Everything will be okay, baby,” he murmured against her mouth. Jagger would make sure that it always stayed that way. “You’re my female, Sonya, my old lady.” It wasn’t a question.
She leaned back and looked at him.
“You own me, Sonya, own every fucking part of me, and that will never change.” He stared into her eyes, and they were so much brighter in the sunlight.
“I want to be all of that and more, Jagger.” The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, and soon the place would be swarming with authorities due to the gunshots. There were also two dead prospects by the entrance, but one of his guys had moved them to the grassy part of the lot and placed a blanket over them. This life was fierce and dangerous, and it made loving someone all the riskier.
He held her again, and at that moment he didn’t think about the death that surrounded them, but the life that he held.
****
One week later
Jagger ran his tongue along the space between Sonya’s ass and licked at her asshole. She tasted so damn sweet, with a hint of saltiness because of the sex-marathon they had done. He had already been about to come when she sucked his dick, but he was holding off until he was buried in the part of her body that he was licking and sucking at furiously. Jagger pulled back and grabbed the lube and condom that he had set beside him. Once his cock was covered in the latex, he applied a generous about of lube to his shaft and to the space between her ass cheeks.
Sonya looked over her shoulder at him, and the hazy, post-climatic glow that covered her had his dick jerking in response. “I’m a little nervous.”
Although this wasn’t the first time she had done anal, it was the first time she was consenting to it. She found that although she had experienced all of these things, doing them with Jagger, and actually wanting to, was like the first time. He smoothed a hand down her back and over the mounds of her bottom. “It’ll be okay, baby, but we don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”
She shook her head. “I said I was nervous, not that I didn’t want to do it.” She grinned, but it was a sexy soft kind of one, and his heart slammed against his chest in response.
Jagger looked down at her ass, took a cheek in each hand, and spread her wide. He had an unobstructed view of her pussy and her anus, and hell, was that a sexy as fuck sight. He let go of one cheek and grabbed the root of his dick to place it at her entrance. Slowly he started to push inside of her. More sweat lined his body at the tight, scorching hot feel of her ass clenching around his penetration. When he was past the tight ring of muscle, he slid in all the way easily. He grunted in pleasure at the feeling, and she moaned.
“I feel so full.” She breathed out, but she was faced forward now and had her head buried in the pillow.
Jagger continued to push inside of her until every inch of his cock was buried in her ass. For a moment all he did was stay still, allowing her body to adjust to his size. When her breathing increased and she started pushing back against of him that was when Jagger started moving. He kept his pace slow and steady, but soon the bear inside of him snapped and clawed and he was thrusting into her ass with a speed that astounded even him. Sweat lined the length of her spine, and he smoothed his hands up her back and spread the wetness around. They were both breathing heavily, and the sounds of his sick sliding into her ass, and of his pelvis meeting her slicked flesh, made the most deliciously wet noises.
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