I take Amara’s hand in mine and give her a squeeze of encouragement, “What did you find?”
“She has a kid, Camila. A daughter.” Tears flood down over her cheeks at this point, and I know that nothing I say will make her feel any better. “Let me rephrase that. Her and Widow have a daughter, a daughter that he doesn’t even fucking know about. He already has a family, so how could he ever have a family with me. I knew he’d just run back to Melody, because he always does. I’m nothing but a second choice to him, someone to call when his bed is cold. I just… can’t do that anymore. I love the man, but I can’t keep allowing myself to be treated like this – like I’m nothing.”
“Well, damn. That’s rough.” Kat adds in, not helping the situation. I shoot her a look that tells her to shut her flappy yapper.
“It’s understandable,” I say to Amara, running my hand soothingly up and down her arm. I want to make her feel better, but I know it’s a long shot.
“I can’t bring myself to tell him any of it. I’m sure after a time he’ll figure it out on his own. In the short time we’ve been here, I’ve passed her face at least four times. He’ll end up seeing her soon, and then he’ll know why I did what I did. It will all make sense soon.”
I take in a deep breath, knowing very well that it won’t make sense soon. Widow will end up blaming Amara for not telling him. I don’t know for a fact that it will happen, but I’ve seen his attitude, plenty of times before and I wouldn’t put it past the man.
In all honesty, I don’t care much about Widow right now. My main concern is Amara, because us girls stick together – always.
22
Our almost is what will haunt me.
-Rebel Rose
Booger
We might not have been here for too long, but we’re getting a lay of the land more and more every day. A couple of us go out on runs, not for a sole purpose except to understand the landscape, how the roads connect and how the territories are laid out right now. From what we know right now, the Vibora’s are trying to make the most trouble, but they aren’t the only ones who think there’s a free spot up for grabs since the Demons were kicked out.
The guys have heard rumors around town, but nothing more than that. Widow, Damon and I decided to go out and look further into town. We’ve been in a couple times, but not in any sort of way related to leisure. Now it’s time to do what the other brothers have already been able to.
We go down main street and Widow veers off and parks his bike. Before we even know it, he’s already walked in a titty bar. Damon and I follow suit, walking in behind him. He’s already gotten a booth right front and center with some Latina chick with small tits wrapping herself around on the pole. Damon and I take seats beside him, and a girl walks up to us and asks us if we want anything to eat or drink. I order us three beers, thinking that we might as well enjoy the downtime. We’re always on guard lately.
“Any updates on what’s goin’ on with Ricardo?” Widow asks Damon, who immediately looks to me as he responds.
“Onyx has her girls finding out some intel. Supposedly, there’s a big party going on tonight. I told her to let her girls know to be on the lookout. If they have allies, we all know they’ll show up to that fuckin’ party.”
“I’m furious that this motherfucker is still breathing. We need to squash him like the cockroach he is!” I snarl out to Damon, just as the girl brings our beer over. I hand her a twenty and tell her to keep the change.
Damon stiffens up, telling me that he’s pissed I even said anything. I’m not the type of dude to just sit back and let shit happen. I’m gonna say what I want, when I want and no one will ever stop me. “I don’t want him alive any more than you do, brother. I assure you that when the day comes, Ricardo is yours to kill. You have dibs to do whatever the fuck you want to him. Just like Rage, we’ll make it fuckin’ painful for this vermin. I know you’re pissed I haven’t done anything about it yet, but understand my side. I grew up watching a man make decisions for his club when he should have thought them out more. Making rash decisions are only gonna hurt us, so I’ll be sure I don’t make the same mistakes that my father did. None of my guys are gonna die on my watch. We’ll use this intel to my advantage, and you can be damn sure of it.
Widow grumbles something under his breath and the next thing I know, he’s bee-lining it for the door. I wait a couple of minutes before I get up and go outside. He could be gone for all I know, but it doesn’t look like he is as of yet.
I find him staring at a piece of paper, lookin’ like he’s seen a ghost. “Everything okay?”
He turns back to look at me for a split second before his eyes return to the paper in front of him. “Dude, what the fuck is up with you?” I grab him by the back of the shoulder and see he’s staring at this pink haired girl. “Getting a hard on for her or some shit?”
He still doesn’t say a fucking word. Eyes trained on this photograph. I don’t even know how to describe it. I can’t tell if he’s infatuated or having a fuckin’ stroke. I read the flyer and see that this girl is having an appearance at a club downtown this weekend. She must be pretty famous around here if she’s making an appearance at one of the clubs. Only people with a name for themselves do that shit.
“I can’t fuckin’ believe my eyes right now. This shit can’t be real.” Widow mumbles to himself, and just as he does, the door to the titty bar comes open and Damon approaches us.
“I thought we were gonna relax for a few minutes instead of throwing a temper tantrum.” He hisses, but just as he does his eyes land on the flyer Widow is holding. “Jesus Christ, is that Melody?!”
Widow doesn’t move an inch, but his eyes meet Damon’s. “Sure looks like her. Doesn’t it?”
“Yeah, or like a freaky twin sister we didn’t know she had.”
“Who is Melody?” I ask, obviously not knowing what the two of them do.
“She’s my ex-girlfriend, the one who got away.”
“Pfft, got away. The girl literally fuckin’ ran from you, brother. She did you dirty, being as cold as ice.”
“I’m going to this fuckin’ club on Saturday.” Widow states firmly, folding up the flyer, he puts it in the back pocket of his jeans.
“Alright. Not gonna tell you to do anything cause your ass won’t fuckin’ listen to me anyway.”
“Damn straight, it’s been fuckin’ years since I’ve seen her. Now we’re here and she is too? That can’t be a coincidence. I don’t fuckin’ believe in them anyway.”
“Want backup when you go?” I ask. It’s still not a good idea for us to be splitting up as of yet, especially with all this bullshit going on with the Vibora’s.
Widow gives me a devilish smile, “Oh, no. I’m gonna walk in that joint and the bitch is gonna see a fuckin’ ghost.”
I glance down to my cell and see a text from Kat, and as my eyes read the words, horror strikes through my body. There’s only one place I need to be right now – with Camila.
23
“I don’t follow rules, I make them. And when necessary, I break them.”
-Veronica Lodge
Camila
“Why the fuck did you tell him!?” I scream at Kat, tears streaming down my face. We ran out to the grocery store really quick without an escort. Honestly, I didn’t think anything of it. We were just gonna be gone for maybe ten minutes, but we weren’t. “He’s going to flip his shit!” I’m not just freaking out about leaving without an escort, but based on his reaction to finding out what Ricardo did to me, I can’t even fathom how he’ll react now that I was grabbed. Thank fuck Kat had a gun on her.
“I told him to get his ass back here because we ran into trouble at the store. We shouldn’t have left without anyone, Camila. It was so fuckin’ dumb.” Kat shakes her head, showing me how disappointed she is in herself.
“We couldn’t have known this was going to happen.”
Kat raises her hand, shushing me. “Yes, we could’ve. We were told to lead with members from
the MC just because of this shit. Fuck, we could’ve taken someone with us. Now, because we didn’t, we’re both going to get our asses beat for this shit. Only one other time have I done something this stupid.”
“Jesus. You wanna tell me when that was?!” I snap at her, throwing my hands up in the air.
“No, it’s none of your fucking business.” She hisses back, strutting towards the clubhouse door, she opens it, stopping for a moment and leaves, slamming the door shut behind her. Immediately I know that I’ve struck a cord with her. There’s no doubt in my mind that whatever she did was when she was the Demon’s prisoner.
I walk over to the couch and sit down on it, pulling my knees to my body. I know what we did was stupid. I do know that… but there wasn’t any way for us to know Ricardo’s goons would’ve tried to grab me.
I swear a minute must’ve passed before the door comes shooting open and in comes Damon, Boog and Widow. Amara follows in closely behind them with a couple of the Brotherhood MC guys.
“Anyone want to tell me what the fuck this is about?!” Amara shouts, looking to Damon and then over to me.
I open my mouth to say something, but Booger cuts me off. “Don’t you dare say nothing, Camila. I’m not in the mood right now.”
Damon’s gaze lands on me and out of nowhere I feel a rush of emotion flood over my body. Tears rush to my eyes and shortly after, they’re pouring over my cheeks. “What happened, Camila?” His voice is stern, yet full of nothing but concern.
“Kat and I went to the grocery store.” I keep it short and sweet, seeing that Damon already knows what happened. I curse to myself, knowing that Kat must’ve already told him what happened. “We went by ourselves and ran into some trouble.” I look to Boog, knowing that I need to say this to him more than anyone else. “I’m sorry for what we did. We were both being very stupid and if we’d taken someone, I’m sure nothing would’ve happened at all.”
“What the hell happened, Camila?” Booger snaps, raising his voice to me.
“Ricardo’s goons were there and one of them grabbed me. They took me back into the freezer area and… thank God Kat was with me and had her gun. She heard me scream and came running to my rescue. But…”
“But what?” Damon asks. I look back over to Booger and see his eyes form into slits, showing me just how angry he is.
“He told me that they’re not going to stop until their boss gets me, so to enjoy the time that I have with the Reapers, because everyone will be dead soon.”
Damon’s nostrils flare as he looks over to Amara, who doesn’t look much happier. “You need to leave.” I think that I’ve heard Damon wrong, so I crank my neck and take another look at him.
Furrowing my brows in confusion, “What?”
“You need to get the fuck out of here, Camila.”
I stand up from my seat and look to everyone in the room. It feels like I’m being punished. Maybe I deserve to be for what I did, but not like this. I don’t deserve to be sent away from the club.
“No. The Reapers are my home. I’m not leaving!” I shout, wiping the tears away from my cheeks.
“Dammit. I’m not asking you. You and Boog are going to get the fuck out of here and go lay low somewhere for a while. I can’t have you here, Camila. Your life is at risk and so is everyone else’s. As your Prez, I need to make sure you’re safe. It’s Boog’s job to make sure you are. So, for the love of God just listen to me and go hide somewhere.”
“No!” I shout in response.
“You’re getting your ass outta here and this is the last time I’m gonna tell you. I’m not doing this because you did anything wrong, Camila. It’s because I want to make sure you stay safe. Today…with what happened.” Damon pauses for a minute and looks over to Amara for a split second.
Just as he’s about to speak, she starts to. “It’s too risky. Keeping you here isn’t safe right now. You may not be in Brotherhood, but Damon and I have made an oath to protect everyone. We can’t keep you here because it isn’t safe. We’re gonna deal with these fuckers, Camila. I can promise you that, but if you’re here while we’re trying to sort out our plan, it won’t be good for anyone. We’ll be too worried about you to focus on what we need to, and during that time, shit will go down. Cause we’re not dealing with some calculating motherfuckers. These guys act on impulse, so do what we’re telling you to. Go lay low somewhere for a bit.”
I look over to Boog, not really sure where we can go. I can think of one place where we should go, but not for me. For him. If there’s ever been an opportunity to go to Iowa, now is the time. We have to lay low for fucks sake. Where better to do that then in the middle of nowhere? I just have to talk him into it.
“I can’t believe you.” Boog tells me in a disappointing tone, stuffing clothes into the duffel bags. “Look what you did. We have to fuckin’ leave now.”
I’m thanking God that Cobra didn’t come back into the mobile home. Maybe he knew that Boog and I were going to hash it out. “I didn’t think anything of it.”
Booger’s eyes nearly pop out of his head, “Obviously!”
I cross our bedroom and grab the duffel bags straight off the bed, tossing them into the corner. “I’m sorry that I’m not this picture perfect person who doesn’t make any mistakes. I know it was wrong, and believe me, I’m regretting it.”
“I don’t know what to believe right now. How could you be so careless, Camila? Don’t you realize that everyone here cares so deeply about you? Do you realize I would’ve been lost without you if anything worse had happened? I would’ve fucking died!” He turns quickly and slams his hand through the drywall.
I take in a quick breath, placing my hands on him. Fuck, I didn’t mean for this to happen. I didn’t intend to get grabbed in the grocery store by some creep. Nor did I want anyone to be upset with me, or cart me off like the liability I very much am.
He turns his head slowly, peering down at me. “What?”
I know there’s nothing that I can say to him right now. No words will make this better, so while I can’t say a word to him, I can show him. Sliding my hands up his arms, I cup his face and lean up on my tippy toes to press my lips against his. He doesn’t kiss me back at first, but when he does, I smile.
He’s not slow and caring. Everything about this kiss tells me that I belong to him, that I’m his girl and he cares for me. His hands venture over my body in a forceful, commanding tone. He tears his lips away from mine, tipping my chin up to look at him. “Don’t you ever do something that stupid again. You hear me? I can’t ever lose you, Camila, and today we came too close. Shit could’ve been so much worse.”
I nod my head once, leaning up again to kiss him. I know that I don’t have to speak right now, that my actions are enough to show him what I think and how I feel. I won’t ever be so careless. Never again.
He pushes me against the wall and as he does it, I feel the hardness of his cock pressing against my stomach. I unbutton his pants quickly, pulling his cock free and wrap my hand around it, stroking his cock. He unbuttons my shorts and yanks down my panties. I lift my leg up against his hip and line his cock up with my pussy.
Right now, I don’t want any foreplay. I want rough, savage, animalistic sex and that’s what we’re going to have.
He slams his cock inside of me, causing me to lead my head back against the wall. While he’s rough, it doesn’t hurt one bit. It feels dominating, sensual in a way that I’ve never experienced before. I grab the back of his head and yank his hair down to me, needing his lips on mine. When he meets my lips, he suckles my bottom lip into his mouth and takes a harsh bite before scattering kisses along my jawline. He bites my neck harshly, causing me to get wetter.
I cry out, “Fuck!”, pulling him closer to me.
His cock swells inside of me and I hear his growls of pleasure. “I’m going to cum inside your cunt, Camila.” Just as my name spills from his lips, I feel him halt inside me, pushing his cock as deeply as it can go. There’s something about a man
releasing himself inside of you that is so erotic.
When he pulls himself out of me a couple of minutes later, I kneel down and take his still hard cock into my mouth. I palm his cock, caressing him slowly while I lick his head. I lick the taste of us both off of his cock, maintaining eye contact the entire time. His scowl grows into a smirk as his hands tangle in my hair. “I’m sorry I yelled at you.”
I pull my mouth away from his cock to reply, but as soon as I do, he’s yanking me up to him, slamming his lips against mine. “You have no idea how truly precious you are to me, Princess. I won’t ever lose you.”
I kiss him chastely one last time, and look over to the clock. “You’re not going to. We need to go, though. Damon wants us to get out of town before they realize I’m gone…” I say it lowly, remembering how angry Damon sounded.
Booger nods, pulling me close against him in a hug. “You’re damn right. Where we goin’?”
I know where we need to go, and I’m just hoping that Boog doesn’t put up a fight with me. “Iowa.”
24
The unexpected is usually what brings the unbelievable.
-MKR
Booger
Out of all the places where we could lay low in Iowa, I let her talk us into visiting my parents. Why - I have no idea. I haven’t spoken to either of them in years. After seeing how they treated me, I chose to stay far away from them. The fact of the matter is, they didn’t want to be in my life. I respected their decision and chose to live my life to the fullest, without them in it. At first, it was a hard thing to adjust to, but I did exactly that – I adjusted.
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