by A. J. Macey
"But being bad is so much more fun!"
A laugh bubbled out of me at her comeback.
Fuck yeah, it is.
Garrett
The roaring of my Harley was battling the sound of the wind that whipped around me as we neared the compound. Brooks rode ahead of me while Stone brought up the rear. We headed past the gate guard, one of the newer patch members, Mark ‘Skid,’ and straight to the club house. Putting the kickstand down, I turned the bike off and swung my leg off the back of it.
The bar was empty, save for Cheryl who was cleaning the tables of empty bottles that were left over from last night. She gave us a respectful nod before going back to her task. We didn’t talk as we made our way to the office, our boots thudding against the scuffed tile flooring until we reached the carpet of the hall. Nate was already inside the room, his beefy arms crossed as he stroked his bushy beard. When we finally settled in the office, Stone started.
“What do we think about setting up another decoy drop to bait them out of their compound?” he explained his plan. My brow dipped, but I stayed silent despite my concerns. “Spread around the rumor that it’s going to be big, possibly more than just drugs to entice them to send more people. While they’re out investigating the fake drop, we can take over their compound. Convince them to disband.”
“We can get the ledger Frankie had Brian Chan give to Bryce the other day, poke around their financial logs,” I added. “It might take a bit to decode, but between Kiera and I we shouldn’t have too many issues.”
“Why would they go to the drop?” Nate questioned. “What’s to stop them from defying our orders and attacking us later on?”
“We can destroy their compound, or at least the major parts of it like their clubhouse. Dismantle it so they wouldn’t have anywhere to go,” Stone answered. “They don’t have their compound set up like ours, it’s just the clubhouse, bar, and a couple of random buildings. The only people who live on the compound are the major patch holders, no Old Ladies or hang-arounds, so they wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire.”
“Chase is a pretty scary guy. He could be there, threaten them a bit,” Brooks took over. He nodded his head absently as he thought out loud. “Kiera’s not too far behind him on that front when she wants to be, and if we throw them at the Alloy Kings together, I’m sure they’d make them listen.” I felt my jaw and fists clench at the thought of using Kiera as a tool, but as soon as she heard about this plan I knew she’d be all for it, so I didn’t bother to argue.
“We have the numbers on our side. If we hit them while they’re distracted like that and split up between the compound and drop, I think we can reduce the number of potential injuries or fatalities,” Stone stated quietly.
“What’s to stop Frankie, Jace, or the Solace mob from coming down on us afterward?” Nate continued to question the plan and strategically point out any potential issues.
“We’re moving against Brian Chan this Saturday, getting more information on why Frankie’s locked down,” Brooks responded.
“With Frankie’s lock down, I’m almost positive he wouldn’t break it for a dismantled biker gang,” I answered. “Whatever he’s locked down for is much bigger than the Alloy Kings, otherwise they would have locked down too. It would explain why their shipments have slowed. Their partner is reducing the amount of heat that could come down on them while they’re planning. It’s either hit them now while the Alloy Kings are without backup, or after the mob reemerges with fucking who knows how many members or allies. These are risks we have to be willing to take because this is the prime time to hit them,” I commanded forcefully, knowing this plan needed to happen now or it wouldn’t be possible in the future, especially after Frankie expanded. Everyone was silent for a while, all lost in thought about the plan until finally Brooks nodded.
“All right, let’s figure out the details.”
May 21st
Tuesday Evening
Brooks
“All right, what do we need to look for?” I questioned. Kiera’s husky voice filtered through the phone on speaker, listing everything we would need to keep an eye out for and note at the Alloy Kings’ compound. Nate was working with our contact and a few other prevalent people to spread the news of our fake drop, while Stone had stayed behind to do some more research into the Alloy Kings. Seeing if he could dig up a set of blueprints, security precautions, or if there were any rumors about their compound.
“Holy shit, Kitten.” Garrett continued to scribble on the napkin he had found in the SUV’s glove compartment quickly as she listed off things we needed to watch for.
“What?” Her single worded question was filled with exasperation. “This is just the basics. If we had more time, I would watch for at least a week or two and then sneak around several times to learn each and every nuance of the place. Except we’re a bit limited on time and have way too much to do for a traditional workup.”
“This is the basics?” I felt my brow shoot up as I read through the list another time. There were at least twenty items she had gone over, each of which had its own set of stipulations to pay attention to.
“Yes, Brooks.” She huffed out a sigh. “Is that all? I have to finish getting ready for Euphoria.” At her words, Garrett’s head snapped up to look at the phone on the console between us.
“What do you mean?” he ground out, clearly unhappy with what she was insinuating.
“How do you expect me to scout out a strip club? I have to blend in. All right,” she cut Garrett off as she continued to talk, “I’m getting off the phone now boys; don’t get caught.”
“Kiera,” Garrett bit out, but the line had gone dead before she could hear him snap. “Ugh, that little…” He trailed off. “Well, I guess we’re going to be here a while. Do we have a set of binoculars?”
I hummed, turning back to look at the back seat and in the small box of tools that were on the dingy cloth seat. I dug through the container quickly, making sure not to hit my leg on the steering wheel, and yanked out a compact set of binoculars.
“It looks like this is all we’ve got.” My words were strained as I shifted to settle back in my seat. “Next time we’re on scouting duty, we should see what Kiera suggests we bring.” Garrett huffed a single laugh and took the object from my hand.
“Might be a good idea. Or we would just need to bring an entire hardware store with us,” he joked, making me laugh. “All right. So, how do we want to keep a note of everything?”
I pulled out a stack of napkins that had somehow been stashed in the toolbox and dropped the pile onto the console.
“Take turns, I guess? Whoever isn’t watching can write,” I said, my statement unsure as it went up at the end like a question. “We can switch off every hour.”
“Sounds good,” he agreed, putting the binoculars to his eyes and scanning the compound that was down the road.
I glanced around the SUV as I waited for him to tell me what he saw. The Alloy Kings’ compound was set in Sparks, slightly outside of the city but not far enough that we couldn’t park in a lot in front of a strip mall. The parking lot wasn’t empty, but since it was more offices than actual businesses within the building, there weren’t people actively coming and going. Let’s just hope they don’t call the police with us sitting here, I thought. My eyes darted from the rearview mirror to the closest business, but we were far enough away that I didn’t expect them to make out two people in the car.
“Bryce Hill and his fucking VP just left what I think is their clubhouse,” Garrett relayed. I quickly jotted it down before glancing at the compound. It was a decent ways away, but I could make out the buildings and their general locations, so I made a quick doodle for Kiera. Once I had the quick drawing, I took a few photos of our surroundings.
“Where they heading to?” I asked when he didn’t respond. He groaned.
“They’re just standing on the sidewalk talking.” He slouched back in the passenger seat still watching our rival officers. “I have no i
dea how Kiera does this without getting bored out of her fucking mind.”
“Because she’s weird?” I suggested with a smile.
“You got that right,” he agreed before sitting forward slightly. “All right, they’re finally moving. Looks like they’re heading to that side building over there to the left.” Garrett tilted his chin up in the direction of the random tan sandstone structure. The door looked to be on the opposite side from us because I couldn’t see the door or any windows.
“Probably just a storage room or something,” I added, but I noted it anyway because knowing my baby, she would want to know every little detail.
It was going to be a long day.
Chapter 10
May 21st
Tuesday Night
Jace
The sun was setting; the beige-yellow mansion and its Spanish tile roof were warm in the pinks and reds of the quickly approaching night. Shutting the car door quietly, my eyes drifted around the space. So, this is where she's been hiding. The security camera feed had been set on a loop right before we arrived, and I had one of the best hackers money could buy working behind the scenes to let me wander through Kiera's lavish house unhurried and unworried. My shined dress shoes were quiet against the paved walkway, the click of my lock picks filling the quiet evening air.
Her house smelled of spices, food, and a hint of floral that came from the several sets of live plants and flowers scattered throughout the space. Nice place, I noted, looking over all the finishes. Maybe she'll be more comfortable if we have a house like this. I strode from the living room that was slightly messy with pillows haphazardly thrown over the sectional and a few blankets that were tossed on the back of one of the chairs. I bit down the urge to straighten it, not wanting to give myself away to my girl. Because if anyone would pick up that someone had been here, it'd be her. It’s not like any of those little boys who lived here were worthy of a woman such as Kiera; they weren’t even observant enough to catch something out of place. Pathetic, I scoffed.
Glancing out the back window wall, I noticed a towel draped over one of the lounge chairs and a bottle of suntan lotion sitting on the tile next to it. My blood sparked as I pictured Kiera laying out in a bikini to soak up the sun like she used to do growing up. Delicious.
Pulling myself from my imagination, I walked through the kitchen and bar room off to the side, finding both were well kept and clean. A section of wall caught my attention; there was nothing in front of it or hanging on it like the rest of the house. Walking up to the panel, I pressed until a click sounded. The hidden door swung open to show two spaces: one a security room, and another a set of stairs leading to a basement. I poked my head in for a brief moment, unconcerned with her security set up, before heading to the basement.
It was enormous, spanning the entire length of the house and at least two stories tall. The only obstructions through the room were the pillars holding up the house above. I didn't spend much time down there, more excited to go poke around her room, but I noted there were several different sections to the space. There were a few pulley-belay set-ups strung up on the ceiling, and a rack of harnesses and rope nearby. A large mat area with dummies and practice weapons was situated in one corner. Finally, there was a section that held photos, string, and an abundance of paper tacked to the wall with a large table in front. That particular section caught my eye, and I walked over, taking careful steps not to disturb any of her equipment.
Well, well, I thought in surprise, someone has been a busy little girl. My boss, Kiera's father Frank 'Smokes,' covered the walls. His businesses, his expenses, pretty much anything she could get her sexy hands on about her father was in the space, but one thing in particular caught my eye.
"What do we have here?" I murmured softly. "Someone has been thinking about me." Smirking, I felt my cock stir as I stared at a photo of myself, a list of information about me written out in Kiera's girly script. My fingers twitched with the urge to take the sheet with me, but I pushed it down. Bingo. The entire reason for being here, other than to revel in Kiera's space and belongings, was to find out where her witch hunt was focused. In this case, it was Frank's accountant Brian Chan. I mentally noted exactly what her plan was as well as making my own plans to shift my focus to Brian Chan.
Walking on cloud nine after my find, I headed back out of her basement through the main level up to the second floor. I glanced at my watch, noting I had about twenty minutes before my ride left me here. I made a beeline for the master suite and moaned at the grease and berry scent that filled the room. The bed was unmade, my brow furrowing as I realized two people had been sleeping in it. Grinding my teeth, I made my way over to the California King bed. I leaned down and sniffed deeply, Kiera's delectable scent filling me, my cock now straining against my slacks. Moving to the other side, I was met with musk and gunpowder. Chase Yarwood. I growled, the gruff sound filling the silent room.
I had to push back the bloodthirsty urge to go after the assassin myself. I should have just killed him when I had the chance. I won't make that mistake again knowing he sleeps next to my Kiera. Moving around the room, I brushed my fingers over every surface and couldn't stop myself from taking a little present for myself from the hamper. Rubbing the thin material of Kiera’s thong in my pocket, I walked into one of the other rooms, wanting to see if the rumors of the Aces moving in were true.
The first room was mostly empty, only a few pairs of jeans and shirts hung within the closet, but nothing gave away whose room it was. I glanced around and inspected drawers and baskets, finding all of them empty. Only when I located a small locked safe under the bed and saw the Ranger unit patch engraved on top, did I realize this was Stone 'Grave' Ronin's room. As tempted as I was to break into it, I reminded myself I only had ten minutes left.
The second room was clearly Brooks 'Boss' Abbott's, with motorcycle shit all over the place. He even had parts from a motorcycle in the corner, grease smeared on the flooring. So disgusting. My lip curled up at the mess. There was nothing of use or intrigue within his room, so I moved to the last one. Garrett's signature spice and black currant scent filtered through the grease smell, and his room was neat although his bed was unmade. Of course it is. I rolled my eyes. Still lazy, I see. Peeking through his drawers, I found something very, very interesting, unlike his other officers’ rooms.
The small velvet case was soft against my fingers. The ring within the box was vintage but well maintained. The big square diamond sparkled up at me from between the two smaller gems that book-ended it. The band was a soft gold, so faint that it looked almost silver. The ring setting was intricate, swirls of metal and tiny diamonds littered the band on either side of the stones. I wanted to take it, rip away Garrett's gift like he’d ripped Kiera away from me, but I couldn't. Not yet, I whispered to myself in an attempt to keep the anger from bubbling over and pushing me into a rage.
Tucking the box back in its hiding place in his end table, I made my way back out of her house. I was smug and giddy that I’d found exactly what I was looking for and a little present from her hamper. I pulled the underwear from my pocket as I walked across the driveway and brought it to my nose. My steps faltered a bit as I inhaled her sweet scent. Soon, I would have the real thing and oh the plans I had for that pussy. She can't deny me again. I won't allow it.
The black car that waited for me sat in the same place I’d left it. Slipping into the passenger seat, I turned to my driver.
"Drive, Bambi."
Kiera
“Yes, Brooks,” I huffed standing in my bathroom irritated. “Is that all? I have to finish getting ready for Euphoria.”
“What do you mean?” I heard Garrett’s growl in his words. Rolling my eyes, I sighed. So possessive.
“How do you expect me to scout out a strip club? I have to blend in,” I explained, rubbing my eyes. “All right, I’m getting off the phone now boys; don’t get caught.” Before either of them could protest, I hung up the phone and put it on silent so I could get re
ady without interruption. Finally, I hummed, peace and quiet.
I busied myself getting ready, going over final touches. My hair was already done in a fancier braid than I typically did, so I just needed to do my makeup and throw my dress on. Wanting to stay under the radar tonight, I had to go fairly heavy on the makeup, focusing on strategically placing color corrector and concealer on my bruises before lining my eyes in a hazy surround of eyeliner and mascara while forgoing any lipstick or blush. When I was satisfied I looked ‘going out’ appropriate, I slipped into the skin tight black dress that ended mid-thigh. The straps were thicker like a tank top with a scoop neckline that kept the girls covered for the most part. It was simple but low-key sexy which was perfect for scouting.
Heading out into my bedroom, I felt myself come to a stop when I saw my assassin clothed in black slacks and a black dress shirt similar to what Garrett had worn when we went to the Avenue. This time though, instead of commanding dominance and obedience like Garrett had, Chase was radiating casual sex appeal with his sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons of his shirt undone flashing the smooth skin underneath. Chase finished latching the watch on his left wrist before catching my stare.
"What do you think, Kittycat?" he asked, his hands waving down his very attractive body.
"You look good enough to eat," I murmured as I strutted over to him, unintentionally swaying my hips with more flair than normal. Need and desire pulsed through my system so insistently that I had to actively push away, purposely ignoring the growing wet spot in my thong.
"Ready?" I ran my palms up the soft material of his shirt until I lightly gripped the collar. His steel colored eyes melted into a pool of molten metal. I knew that look. "None of that now, my little assassin," I whispered, running my forefinger down his nose before pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "We can satisfy our needs after we scout." He pouted his luscious bottom lip out which I nipped. His pout curled into a salacious grin at my move, but he didn't attempt to take it anything further.