DARK EDGE (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Seven) (Devil Call MC - Talon & Everly 7)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  But Detective John had a warrant in his hand.

  “What do you really want?” Layne asked.

  That’s when Detective John looked at me. “To check on her. Need to make sure she’s okay and will be okay. So my guys are going to stand right here and I’m going to take Everly outside, alone. If anyone moves, they get a shotgun blast to their chest. Got it?”

  Layne looked back at me.

  What the hell was I supposed to do right now?

  I simply nodded.

  I didn’t want anything else bad to happen to the MC. Not with Talon gone, by himself. I hated that he left by himself to visit someone in prison. He insisted on going alone though.

  I pushed forward and walked toward Detective John.

  “Look at you,” he said. “No more crutches.”

  “All healed.”

  “Good for you. Come on.”

  I followed Detective John outside. On one of the tables he had two white containers. He opened them and spun one around to face me.

  “Lunch,” he said. “My treat. Sit. Eat. Talk to me.”

  I slowly sat down. It was the normal turkey club that he ate from the same deli. He was obsessed with Talon and not because he was Talon’s stepfather. All he claimed he wanted to help with was a lie. I knew he wanted to hurt Talon. Somehow trap him and get his way by putting Talon - and Devil Call MC - away.

  Detective John picked up a piece of the turkey club and took a massive bite. Mayo squirted from the back of the sandwich and down his fingers. He put the sandwich down and licked his fingers. He was disgusting. He didn't care.

  “You going to eat?” he asked.

  “Not hungry,” I said.

  “Where’s Talon?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “Liar.” He smiled. “Come on, Everly. It’s just us. Don’t make me take you in again.”

  “For what? No eating a turkey club? Is that a crime?”

  “How about tampering with an investigation.”

  “Investigation of what?”

  “The evidence for Jony is strong, but not strong enough. I feel set up. Like I’m about to lose. Oh, and there’s some rumors about a missing woman. Not to mention Devil Call had… what… two funerals in the past week? Two shootings. At least that’s what I heard. Seems the violence around here…”

  “What does it have to do with you?”

  “I’m still investigating Tommy’s death,” Detective John said. “Talon is on the hook for it. And somehow all this shit is tied together. And you’re in the middle of it. So I need to come check on my girl, right?”

  “I’m not your girl,” I said.

  “That’s right. You’re in love with… Talon? Layne? Not sure?”

  “Fuck off,” I said. I pushed the turkey club away. “I’m not falling for anything.”

  “Look, I made a promise to you,” Detective John said. “I’m just keeping with it. I’m going to watch you, protect you, through this entire thing. And when it’s all said and done you’ll be right by my side when Talon is taken away. You won’t get in trouble.”

  “I don’t care,” I said. “How’s that? I don’t give a fuck.”

  Detective John took another big bite of his turkey club. “I know you don’t, Everly. That’s why I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re an amazing woman. For all you’ve done for this MC. That kind of passion goes a long way.” He then waved a hand. “Right now, I need to know what’s happening. Where Talon is. Why I feel so used and set up.”

  “You’re talking to the wrong person,” I said. “I’m not patched in. I don’t know anything.”

  “Liar,” he said again, smiling. “But I get it. Protect while you can. It’s what I’m doing for you.”

  I wanted out of this. Right now. I didn’t trust Detective John, then or now. I wanted to hit him again, but I knew where that would get me. Right back in jail.

  The thundering cry of a motorcycle was music to my ears.

  When I saw Talon riding up through the lot, I smiled. My heart felt full and alive. He was back and he was okay.

  He stopped his motorcycle and climbed off, pulling out a gun and pointed it right in the direction of Detective John. He ran toward us and the cocky asshole detective just sat there, eating his turkey club.

  Just as he was about to take a bite, Talon smacked the sandwich from his hand. It hit the table, splattering everywhere.

  “I was going to eat that,” Detective John said.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” Talon growled.

  Slowly, Detective John stood up. He faced Talon and the gun. Before I could tell Talon there were others here, a shotgun pumped and one of the officers said, “Put the gun away you fucking piece of shit.”

  “My friends,” Detective John said. He picked at his teeth. “I brought some with me. Heard it’s quite dangerous around here anymore. Guys getting killed. People going missing. I mean, come on Talon, just how much can you bite off before you choke. Bad enough you already lost the patch…”

  Talon threw a punch and hit Detective John in the gut. The other officers were then right on Talon. Hitting him with their shotguns, taking him to his knees.

  “Stop it!” Detective John yelled. “It’s okay.”

  The officers backed up and Talon stood, blood on his right cheek. “Why are you here?”

  “Just checking on things,” Detective John said. “Concerned that someone is rumored to be missing. Someone important to the case. To tie you to a murder. Convenient.”

  “Sounds it,” Talon said.

  “You know, son, someday it’s all going to catch up to you. And I won’t be here to help.”

  “Then leave,” Talon said.

  Detective John pointed to the other turkey club on the table and looked at me. “You going to eat that?”

  “No,” I said.

  “Everly, you need to eat. I like my women a little thick. Nice and full. Not abused, run down, and scrawny. That’s not the life for you.”

  “I’m going to fucking kill you,” Talon growled.

  “Hear that?” Detective John asked. “What a threat.” He grabbed the white container and closed it. He smiled at Talon. “Build that list, son. Make it so I have no choice but to watch you rot for a long time.”

  “You’ll be the first to rot,” Talon said. “In a grave I dig.”

  Detective John laughed. He took a few steps and then turned. “Oh, by the way, we’re going to be connecting more of these cases. Not just the back lot murder of Tommy. But those other bodies. We’re comparing some blood samples… maybe they’ll match your blood, Talon. Wow, think about that… you’ll go from simple homicide to serial killer.”

  There was nothing else said as Detective John and his officers walked away. Guys poured from the clubhouse as Talon made a line right to me. He grabbed me and scooped me up. The way he held and hugged me, it should have been sweet and romantic. But I had to be honest. It was simply terrifying. Because Talon was hugging me like he’d never get the chance to do so again.

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  8.

  (Talon)

  I fucking hugged her tight because I fucking loved her. My entire purpose of never needing love or any of that bullshit flowing through my heart was because I knew that there would come a day when I’d be done. It’d be all over. Maybe I’d drop my motorcycle and get killed. Maybe a stray bullet would eat up my brain. Maybe it would be complete fucking torture like Jagg had to endure. But no matter what I was going to go with honor, respect, a dark ride, and nothing else. No grieving. No tears. Nothing left behind but my legacy and vision for Devil Call MC.

  Now I had so much more to lose. I had everything to lose. And it fucking terrified me. Goddammit, it really terrified me.

  So I hugged Everly tight. I closed my eyes. I pictured us somewhere else. I didn’t know what the hell that meant because all I knew was the MC. The clubhouse was home. The patched in guys were family. It was all I ever had up until Everly came into my life.

 
I pictured her on the back of Layne’s ride and that moment our eyes first met. I knew she wanted to fuck me. I knew I wanted to fuck her. The connection was instant fire and hasn’t gone anywhere since.

  “Talon,” Layne’s voice cut into my little moment.

  I let Everly go and turned around. “It’s done. What I set up. Too late, man.”

  “Christ,” Layne said. “Jony is dead.”

  “What’s that?” Buzzy asked.

  “Jony is dead,” Layne said. “We set him up. Talon worked it out. He’s gone. Rilen Lost is no longer a threat… or they’re not supposed to be a threat.”

  “Holy shit,” Drave said. “Why doesn’t this feel good right now?”

  “Vaughn stopped me on the way back,” I said. “He’s… it’s going to get worse. He doesn’t trust us at all. He thinks we have Jade. And he’s not going to stop.”

  “Jesus Christ,” Buzzy said. “Then we start fighting back harder. We…”

  Layne turned and made a fist. Before I could picture it happening, Layne cracked Buzzy in the mouth. I saw a tooth go in the air a second before Buzzy did. Drave sort of caught him but then let him go and Buzzy went down to his ass. He looked up at Layne, mouth full of blood.

  “About time,” Buzzy grumbled and spit blood on the ground.

  “We will figure this out,” Layne said. “Myself and Talon. Everyone else go the fuck inside and wait for orders.”

  It took a few seconds for the scene to clear itself out.

  “Layne, he’s going to attack us,” I said.

  “I know that,” Layne said. “Maybe it’s time we negotiate and just take matters into our own hands.”

  “Isn’t that what Buzzy just said and got smacked in the mouth for?”

  Layne grinned. “I’ve been waiting to hit the old son of a bitch for years. The first time I ever met him, he spit in my face. Called me a pussy prick prospect and then fucked the woman I was trying to hook up with that night.”

  “Revenge,” I said. “Good for you.”

  It made me wonder what kind of revenge was in store for me. You know, since I killed Layne’s girlfriend and all…

  “What I’m saying is maybe it’s time we just bust into Rilen Lost and take it all over,” Layne said. “The subtle plan of killing Jony and letting the pieces fall obviously isn’t going to work now.”

  “I’m just glad he’s dead,” I said.

  I glanced over my shoulder and realized Everly was still there. Sweet and never-again-innocent Everly. I reached back and took her hand.

  “I’ll try to get in contact with Vaughn then,” Layne said. “Time to finish it all. If Jony took Jade, she’s still there. And when the news hits Rilen Lost, it’ll be bad. They’ll look right at us. They’ll do anything to fuck with us.”

  “That includes… Jesus Christ… Jade…”

  “Yeah.”

  Layne turned and walked away.

  I had to hand it to him. He was acting more and more like a President every day anymore. It still didn’t mean he deserved Devil Call MC. Fuck no. This was my club. This was my charter. My clubhouse. That would get worked out in time.

  I kept my hand tight around Everly’s hand and walked her through the clubhouse. I made a line for one destination - my room. Our fucking room. That’s what it had become. She had bras, panties, thongs, clothes, all the normal girly shit everywhere. It wasn’t my room anymore. Hell, the fact alone that my porn in the closet had dust on it proved just what Everly had done to me. I wasn’t pussy whipped… just addicted to her pussy. A big difference.

  We got into the room and I locked the door. I let out a sigh and ran my hands through my hair.

  “Now what?” she asked.

  I could tell she was on edge. “What?”

  “Everything you just said. How the fuck can you be so calm? An attack? More with Vaughn and Jade? And Jony is dead? You…”

  I pushed from the door and went right to Everly. My hands to her cheeks, my lips to hers. That was the easiest way to shut her the hell up. So I kissed her hard. I tasted her lips with my tongue and then tasted her tongue. I kissed her for at least five minutes, maybe more. It was a complete rarity to kiss this long without me touching something, tearing clothes off, or fucking her.

  When I broke the kiss, I said, “I’ll tell you everything. But first, I need a shower. I need the day off me. And I need you on me. With me in the shower.”

  Everly nodded.

  She put her hands to my chest and pushed back. Her hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and she lifted it up and over her head. She then turned around and reached back for her bra. She unsnapped it and tossed it over her shoulder at me. I caught it and squeezed it in my hand.

  Everly looked back and bit her lip.

  She was fucking teasing me. I didn’t mind it though. I needed the distraction right now.

  She slipped out of her pants and then stuck a hand into the front of her panties. I couldn’t fucking see, but I saw the way her hand was moving. Fucking touching herself, just to be a little vixen for me.

  “Hey,” I growled. “I’m the only one who touches you.”

  Everly took her hand out of her panties and put her hands up. “Caught me. Wet handed.”

  I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. “Shower. Now.”

  “Almost there,” she teased.

  She stuck her hands back into her panties, this time at her hips. She pushed and bent over. She kept going, ready to touch her damn toes. Her panties peeled from her sweet center, leaving me with the sight of a lifetime. It made my mouth hungry and my cock hard.

  Everly then stood back up and stepped out of her panties. Then, as though she owned the fucking world, she strutted to the bathroom. The way her hips cut left to right, over and over, it was like she was using those beautiful hips to smack some more nails into my heart.

  She was fucking killing me.

  When she disappeared into the bathroom, I started to take my clothes off. I had no fucking striptease effect. I’d rather just drop my pants and let my cock do all the work.

  In the bathroom I found Everly in the shower waiting for me. Standing there under the water, looking crazy beautiful soaking wet. She was quick to grab for me, hands sliding to my ass, pulling me close to her body. She kissed my chest and inched down. The slippery tongue of hers flickered down to my nipples.

  My hands then clamped to her waist and I turned her. I slammed her against the wall and looked down at her. I kept less than an inch between us. My eyes were on fire and the way she looked up at me, I knew I already had the power back. That fast. That good.

  I lowered my lips to hers and just before kissing her, I kept moving down. I skipped her lips. I skipped her perfect tits. I skipped her fluttering stomach. My lips made contact at her mound. Gently kissing her bare skin, the tip of my tongue in hurry to cut down, slice between the wet folds of her sex, and then curl up, easily finding her clit. I played for a few seconds, just to hear her breathe wildly and groan for me, and then I opened my mouth and suckled all the soft sweetness she had to offer. I kept there, suckling hard, groaning, my mouth not getting enough of her.

  Everly dug her hands into my hair, her nails digging at my head. She started to moan then switched to screaming. Fuck, there was nothing like hearing her scream my fucking name. Talk about making me feel alive.

  I brought her to her toes and then opened my mouth and pulled away. I looked up at her and I swear there were fucking tears in her eyes.

  I kissed her soft, sweet mound again and rushed up her body with my lips and tongue. My hands grabbed her hips and I spun completely around. Now my back was against the wall.

  “Do something, beautiful. Hurry.”

  Everly grabbed my cock, but she didn’t jerk me off. Fuck no. She knew better than that. I was too thick, too hard, and too much in need for just a handjob. I wanted her fucking pussy and I was going to get it right now.

  She turned around and reached up, grabbing the shower curtain rod. She then bent
over with that seduction shit she pulled in the bedroom. I slapped both my hands to her ass and she cried out. Her hand slid down to the root of my cock and pulled at me. She pulled herself back, touching her warm pussy to my cock. A second later I was already working inside her. She inched herself back, rocking and groaning with each thick inch I had to offer her.

  Once fully inside, I gripped tight at her ass and held her there. I moved her left to right feeling the wild pressure of her insides clinging to me. I then pushed and worked her pussy up and back on me. I had to admit it, with Everly I was a two-pump-ready-to-go kind of guy. The second I brought her back down on me I hissed and turned my head. I took a deep breath and took my hands off her.

  “Do it,” I said. “Earn me… right now.”

  I put my hands behind my head and just enjoyed the ride and the show, the beautiful sight of her pussy stretching and sliding against my shaft. She worked herself like fucking erotic magic. The way she thrust and moved her hips at the same time was just what I needed.

  It only took me another minute or so before I reached my limit.

  I started to come and it felt fucking good. I stared down at Everly’s perfect tight body and watched the way she jumped each time my cock throbbed and spilled more into her. She stayed right with me, back and forth, going until there was nothing more coming out. Even then she stayed with me, gently fucking slower and slower until it took her a few seconds to pump at me just once.

  My hands dug hard into her ass and eased her off me. She let out a crying yell and then stood up. She fell back, right into my chest. My hands slid around her and she put her head back. I turned the shower head so the water would point at us.

  And we just stood there. Naked, wet, my heart still pounding because of how good she was at fucking. My left hand touched the front of her left leg. Something about touching her right there, feeling muscle that had been used to pump at me, just drove me wild. My other hand slid up and down her body, feeling her tits, her nipples, back down to her smooth belly and her slit.

  It wasn’t at all some kind of crazy sexual thing right now. Dare I fucking admit it, but the entire thing was romantic. I was just holding my girl in that moment. Keeping her tight to my body, feeling her body, hidden away in a hot shower while the rest of the world seemed to be crumbling into pieces.