by A. J. Macey
"I'll be stripes." I smirked over my shoulder and cocked a brow when Brooks' eyes stayed glued to my ass. Wanting to tease, I gave a little shake of my hips. The movement seemed to pull him from his stupor, and his blue-grey eyes darted up to my smug smile. "Getting a little distracted over there?" It was his turn for an eyebrow to arch. He didn’t respond as he stepped up to the table and lined up the cue. I couldn't help it when my own gaze drifted to his ass and the way it was hugged ever so perfectly by his pants.
"Now who's distracted?" His whiskey-smooth voice heated as he turned to face me. I felt my pussy clench at the hardened bulge that strained against his jeans. I pulled off my leather jacket, tossing it over the back of one of the chairs near the table. His gaze zeroed in on the lacy band of my white bra that peeked out from my cut-up tank shirt.
No, I didn't purposely wear a sexy bra to the compound today... Don't turn those judgy eyes on me, of course I did. A girl's got needs, ya know.
And a woman with four men of her own has a whole line-up to pick from.
"Seems like that'd be you, Mr. President," I murmured, emphasizing his title. Heat poured off him in waves as I leaned in to brush my lips against his. At the last moment before pressing my bruised lip to his, I shoved him off to the side so I could shoot my turn. He huffed out a laugh but didn't argue as I continued to line up my shot.
"Stone definitely picked out the perfect nickname for you, brat," he teased back, but right as I attempted to hit the ball, he smacked my ass making my cue miss the ball. I balked, chucking the stick onto the top of the table before turning sharply to face him. The spark of anger at his audacity only fueled the growing haze of lust that surrounded me. I growled and hooked my fingers into the pockets of his jeans. Yanking, I pulled him to me, his lips crashing into mine when he reached me. The taste of whiskey, tobacco, and coffee coated my tongue as it brushed against his in a frenzy.
"Why don't we break in this table?" I murmured against his soft lips, reaching to unbutton his jeans. He groaned when his thick cock was finally freed from the tight confines of his pants and boxers. Wrapping one hand around his girth, I stroked him as my other hand tangled in his hair. Rough fingers massaged my ass through my riding pants, sandwiching his cock and my hand between us.
“Boss,” a familiar smarmy voice called out. Brooks pulled back just enough to glare at the interruption behind me.
“Someone better have been killed or the Alloy Kings knocking at our gates for you to fucking interrupt me right now, Zero,” he ground out. His jaw ticked, a soft growl emanating from deep within his chest as I squeezed his cock and pressed a kiss into his pulsing neck.
“Uh,” the pencil dick gaped, “no. I’ll just come back, you know, later.” His words were jumbled as I heard his boots quickly shuffling toward the door.
“Lock the door on your way out,” Brooks ordered sharply. As soon as the door thunked closed, the soft click of a lock following, we were back to devouring each other. His kisses moved from my lips across my jaw so he could nibble on my neck and ear. Tremors racked my body as his fingers forced their way into my black pants to brush the rough pads of his fingers against my slick clit and wet pussy. “Always so wet for me, Baby,” he murmured sinfully smooth in my ear.
Pushing his cut off his shoulders, I yanked his soft shirt over his head wanting to feel his skin against mine. Tanned skin inked with blacks, greys, and splashes of color were hot to the touch as I held on to Brooks’ broad shoulders. Lifting me off the ground, Brooks set me on the side of the pool table. He forced his way in between my legs, and his hands slid up my back under my shirt. Rough callouses sent a wave of shivers down my spine as he skimmed his hands from my back to cup my tits. Working my fingers down his muscled chest and abdomen, I re-gripped his thick length and stroked roughly.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes,” he murmured as he rocked against my grip. I let go of his cock only long enough for him to take off my shirt before his fingers slipped under the lace of my bra cup. Pulling down, he exposed my pert nipples for his intense and hungry half-lidded gaze. He bent down, his hips moving too far for me to continue rubbing him as his teeth grazed my breasts, his mouth sealing around my sensitive nipple. I couldn’t stop the heated, breathy moan at his circling tongue.
“Brooks, you better take this goddamn pair of pants off of me before I fucking combust or some shit,” I moaned as he continued his petting under the material of my riding leathers. He gave my throbbing, sensitive bud one last rub before yanking his hand out and peeling the skin tight pants off my hips and legs until I was bare on the wood edge of the table. I reached up behind me as he shucked his own jeans and unclipped my bra to toss with the rest of our discarded clothing.
The Aces’ MC President in his naked glory was a sight to behold, his rippling muscles shifting as he rolled the condom he had grabbed from some random as fuck place onto his thick cock. Wanting to tease as I waited for him, I propped my left foot onto the table and spread my legs wide to put my dripping pussy on display for him. The movement caught his eye, the burning icicles glued to my hand as I lightly dragged a finger down my chest and between my thighs.
My eyes rolled back when my own callused fingers dipped into the slick folds. I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking as I thrust two fingers into my greedy pussy, my wetness coating my fingers as I continued to play with myself for Brooks’ eyes. The air around me shifted, a warm body stepping between my legs. Opening my eyes, I came face to face with Brooks’ heated gaze.
“Fuck, Baby. You playing with that pretty as fuck cunt for me is about to make me blow my load right here,” he ground out as he glanced down at my rhythmic pace.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?” I breathed, sliding my fingers back out.
Brooks snatched my hand and immediately sucked my glistening fingers into his mouth, his expert tongue darting around to lap up every bead of my juices. Our eyes were locked as he lined up slowly, my fingers still being caressed by his tongue, and I could barely contain the fire that was burning me from the inside out. Unable to wait for his tormenting teasing, I hooked my leg around his delicious ass and yanked him to me, his hard cock driving into me until our hips clashed together. Our combined groans filled the empty bar as he pulled back to the point of nearly slipping out. Holding there, the head of his cock barely inside of me, he gave me a domineering smile. I narrowed my eyes on him before shoving him back. He gave me a stunned look as he righted himself, having stumbled from my push.
“I suggest you fuck me right, Brooks Abbott,” I purred in a heated whisper, turning to face the pool table.
“Then bend that sexy ass over,” he bit out. I obliged, my arousal dripping down my thigh as I pressed my tits into the blood red felt. His hand gripped my hips tightly before ramming home. I clawed at the material of the pool table as he continued a slow, hard pace. That fire scorched me, a painful wave of tingles shooting through me as I was thrown into the pit of release.
“Faster,” I moaned. Bending over me, each hand going to either side of my chest, Brooks picked up the pace until the pool table beneath us rocked in a steady rhythm. My pussy started to clamp around him as I climbed toward that peak.
“Fuck,” he ground out. At his desire-laced word, my body surrendered to the building orgasm. My sight darkened momentarily from the intensity of the heat that seared me. Brooks’ pace faltered as I gripped his thick cock tightly, both of us shaking from our release.
“Hot damn, Baby,” he huffed out breathlessly. His chest shifted rapidly under his heaving pants, and our sweat-coated bodies rubbed together as we caught our breath. “This was not what I was expecting this morning when I came in here, but I’ll absolutely take it.”
“I certainly didn’t plan to come here and seduce you if that’s what you’re thinking.” I laughed, my heart rate finally slowing to a more normal rate. “I stopped by to see the others then came to get some alcohol with plans of going home.” Brooks slid out and started dressing himself
as I talked. Pushing myself to sitting, I followed suit.
“Taking a lazy day?” he questioned, situating himself within his jeans. I shook my head as I pulled my bra and shirt back on.
“No, I was going to do some more planning on a gig that came in yesterday.” I continued talking as I pulled on my riding pants that had been kicked under the table. “Also going to help Chase look into where the Alloy Kings and that fucking bastard Jace scurried off to and what they have planned.”
“Any more about the FBI?” Brooks asked as he buckled his jeans. “I know they hadn’t come by the house, and I haven’t seen any suspicious cars or people. Maybe they just wanted to try and scare us,” he suggested with a single shoulder shrug.
“Maybe,” I said skeptically, because someone like Agent Venry didn’t spout shit like that without basis. “But no, not that I’ve seen either. It worries me slightly, but I’m going to be extra careful with this job and everything, try not to draw attention in case they are actually watching.”
“What’s the job?” Brooks asked, his voice muffled as he was pulling on his shirt.
“I’ll tell you later at the house,” I whispered. Not that I didn’t feel comfortable at the compound, but I didn’t know who could be listening at any given point. The issue with Bambi leaking information to an Alloy King on accident was a prime reminder to watch what I said and who was around when I said it. Brooks understood and nodded. “You have any clue as to what the little assholes might be up to?”
“I fucking wish,” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t fucking sleep without having an idea, so, as shitty as it is to say, I hope they do something soon cause this waiting shit is wearing on me.” I eyed him, noticing his grey-blue eyes were tired, smudges of dark circles were starting under his eyes, and his beard had started to grow out longer than how he usually kept it. The wait was wearing on all of us, myself included.
“I’ll find them,” I piped in, a cheeky smile curling my lips as I glanced up at his handsome face. “I’m pretty good at weaseling out information from people. I’ll catch you later?”
“Be a good girl, Baby. Don’t break too many laws,” he teased as I headed out. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that curled my lips.
But breaking laws and being bad is so much fun.
Chapter 5
May 16th
Thursday Afternoon
Chase
Files and papers were laid out in front of me, my eyes darting quickly around the information I had pulled from Kiera’s archive on other criminals and organizations. The Alloy Kings Motorcycle Club originated in Sparks in the late 1980s in response to an expansion of the Aces, who began in the late seventies. Despite growing throughout the years, the Alloy Kings had only peaked with fifty members this recent year. Since then, that number had gone down to forty-one after my kittycat hit their numbers hard and two of the idiots got captured during their attack. The Aces’ and Alloy Kings’ feud had been fairly well known through the Nevada underground until the Aces expanded into the sixties for patch holders with an average of five prospects at any given time. When the rivals were outnumbered, they started to focus on making alliances with other organizations and eventually stopped going after the Aces when Brooks took over as President. Wonder why that was, I thought, making a note to ponder it later.
Turning my attention from the origin of the two clubs, because I was growing bored with that information, I focused on the current known information on how the Alloy Kings worked. Their primary focus was on trafficking in three main categories: drugs, weapons, and humans—more specifically women. Their drug trade was typically cocaine from Colombia and meth cooked up by several larger manufacturers down in Las Vegas and surrounding areas. Weapons were passed to the other organizations they worked with, but lately it’d been with the Solace mob—Frankie’s hierarchy. Why do you need weapons, you sick fuck? I asked silently, looking at the large surveillance photo of Frankie ‘Smokes’ I had taken a few months ago.
“Why are you getting all buddy-buddy with the idiots over at the Alloy Kings?” I whispered, narrowing my eyes on Kiera’s father. I had to yank my gaze away when I felt the darkness unfurl within my chest. Not yet, I commanded my other side, locking him away for now. You’ll have your time, just not yet. Focusing my attention back on the information I had pulled, the only logical conclusion was that Frankie needed the girls for his casino and the dark web porn subscription he ran. The weapons and drugs were likely to increase his power stranglehold he had on this section of the country. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized I needed to head out to meet with my contact; he didn’t like tardiness. Although, I chuckled, messing with him would be pretty funny. If I was late, then so be it.
Not like Val would expect anything else from me.
The soft purring of my Audi filled the interior of the car as I drove off the highway and into a tiny town a half hour away from Reno. The stop right off the road was practically a ghost town, with three buildings and only two other vehicles within any of the lots. I parked at the back of the small cafe/gas station combination and stepped out. The heat of the approaching summer and the bright overhead sun beat down on me and my jacket, but the heat didn’t bother me, especially with the full blast air conditioning swirling in the cafe. The woman working behind the counter gave me an appraising once over before slipping back into the kitchen. I dismissed her attention in search of my contact, finding him lounging in the booth we always used.
His face held a short layer of scruff and his deep brown, almond shaped eyes focused on me as I made my way over. His grey hair was longer, slicked back out of his eyes. He was dressed in all black from his head to his toes, not a spot or speck of color, not even a hint of faded coloring. I knew from years of training and learning under him that he held a set of double shoulder holsters like I did.
Sinking into the booth seat across from him, I stared down Valerian Andrei, a fellow assassin named Dark Dagger and my former mentor. He taught me everything I knew after digging me out of the hellhole I had found myself in the fight ring. I pushed back the thoughts of the past. They would be there for contemplation another day, especially since Brooks and Stone had been pestering me to tell them my story but it wasn’t just mine, so they’d have to keep waiting until I got the go ahead to do so. We were silent for only a few more moments until I couldn't hold back a chuckle.
"You're looking pretty old there, Val," I teased. He groaned, his hard eyes rolling, but he smiled nonetheless. He was a strict teacher, but fair. Well, as fair as you can be as a murderer, I thought, but Valerian was exactly as one would expect from an assassin. Closed off, cold, severe in attitude, but there was a caring softness within him. Granted, I had pried it out of him after almost two years under his wing, but I’d done it.
"Still a troublemaker, I see," he mused. His Romanian accent was faint, barely noticeable in his words. "How have you been, Chase?" His eyes seemed to look right through me even after all this time. “You’re late, by the way.”
I just flashed him a cheeky smile. There’s the punctual Val.
"Happy,” I answered, smiling as Kiera's fired up mossy eyes and sweet grin came to the forefront of my mind at his question. "I found someone." His brow shot up in surprise, and I chuckled at the odd expression. I knew him almost as well as I knew myself, and shocking him was damned near impossible.
"A special someone?" he asked quietly taking a sip of his coffee.
I loosed a breathy sigh, the warm fuzzy feeling that burned me from the inside out when I thought of Kiera soaring. Special? I mentally scoffed. My kittycat was more precious than all the gold or jewels or hits in the world to me, but now wasn't the time to daydream.
"She's my girl." I shrugged playfully.
"Who is she?" His face scrunched up in disgust when he tasted his coffee again and eagerly added another packet of sugar.
"Kiera Casterelli."
He froze, half torn packet of sucrose clutched in his now still ha
nds. His deep brown eyes locked on my face. "As in Frank's daughter?" he enunciated slowly, the quiet question growing thicker with his born accent. "Is that why you needed information on him? What are you doing, Chase? I trained you to be smarter than that..."
"I'm gathering information on Frankie 'Smokes' because of everything he did to his own daughter when she was just a child," I hissed. I leaned forward, keeping my eyes straight on Valerian's holding his attention. That dark cloud that swirled deep within my mind flowed forward. My other side I called upon when I had a job to do. The anger, coldness, and meticulous perfection fueled me. Smothering my happy nature under a blackened blanket that let me see the darkness of my marks in stark detail. He flowed through me, unbound, and I willingly gave into his vicious embrace. "Yes, mentor, you taught me," he started menacingly, "but you do not control me. I choose my marks, and I choose Frank Casterelli and all his sleazy, low ball minions like Jace Corden to go meet their reaper. If you're not going to assist me, then I will gladly go find my information elsewhere." Valerian stared at me, contemplating my words for a long, tense moment before the very corner of his lip curled up.
"Of course I will help you, silly child," he chastised. "I wanted to make sure you were in this completely. I had started to lose hope you would find someone." I rolled my eyes, flopping back into my seat with a huff. The darkness crept to the recesses of my mind, waiting in the background for when I needed him. My playfulness returned as the coldness finally settled in his proper home.
"Don't worry, old man"—I gave him a cheeky smile—"you'll meet her soon enough, I'm sure. You'll like her. Although, she's quite the feisty one."
"I wouldn't expect anyone less to attract your attention." He sighed, the mood slipping from jovial banter to solemn business, the entire reason we were here. "I don't have much to report, unfortunately. The Alloy Kings have just been running as they usually would, although they've slowed on shipments which is odd, but not completely unexpected from an organization." He pulled out a folded piece of paper and slid it over to me. "This is their most recent drop schedule." I slipped it immediately into my interior coat pocket. “As for that agent you asked about, there’s not much out there. Her name is definitely being thrown around in the underground, though,” Val whispered. “If she isn’t careful, there’s going to be a price on her head sooner than she can blink.” I nodded an agreement.