Wicked Revenge: A Wicked Angels MC Novel

by Zoey Derrick

  I didn’t want to get into it with Kiwi, Sticks or anyone else, but the last time she called me, about three months after I left, I was ‘occupied’ and didn’t answer. I listened to her voicemail for weeks, but never called her back. “I never expected she was calling to tell me that.”

  “Pipes is a good kid. Don’t fuck her up the way you fucked Kiwi over.” His voice is deadpan, but the inflection is there.

  “I’ll do anything to keep her safe.”

  “She’s an Angel now. You fuck her up, we fuck you up.” Sticks’ comment isn’t an empty threat. I’ve been on the giving end of punishments for fucking with Angels’ kids, it’s no joke.

  “Don’t plan on it,” I tell him before pulling a drag off the smoke burning in my hand.

  “Do right by her.” He throws his smoke out into the gravel before walking in front of me. “You owe her that much. She don’t want to be with you, then be a father to your daughter and leave her be. She wants you, then you know what you have to do. So help me God, color that bitch before someone else does.”

  “I intend to.”

  Sticks grunts as he passes me on his way to the common room door. I pull another drag before tossing the smoke by his and I stomp it out. I stare up to the stars above us.

  It’s a clear night and for the first time in my life, I don’t want to step inside that common room.

  My mind wanders back to the last voicemail I ever got from her.

  I was upstairs, Taz was on my dick. I saw her name come up for about the tenth time in the last month or so and I ignored it.

  I can hear her voicemail plain as day.

  “Loki, I need to talk to you, please,” she sighs into the phone, “I really need to tell you something,” there’s a pause on the line, “I won’t tell you over voicemail, so answer your phone.” The line went dead.

  I never called her back.

  I could have avoided all this bullshit if I’d have just called her back. Maybe I could have convinced her to abandon her plan for revenge against Rooster and whoever else she blames for her parents’ and Tryke’s deaths.

  I can’t help wondering if her knowing that Tryke’s alive will get her to abandon her plan.

  I shake my head. Not likely. She’s just as stubborn as her fucking brother.

  I go back into the clubhouse.

  I regret it immediately.

  They’ve laid lines on the bar and nearly every club whore is topless.

  Whistler takes a line off Taz’s chest and then she turns around and takes one off the bar. We know where they’re gonna end up tonight.

  Whistler is Big Daddy’s VP in Tucson. He wasn’t always that way. When I first met him six years ago, he was Sergeant-at-Arms. I don’t remember what happened to D’s Vice, I just remember hearing that Whistler had moved up. He’s in his late forties and been a club member for close to thirty years. Short of being a Beaumont, Vice is as high as you’re ever gonna get.

  Rooster, despite his Beaumont blood, took the club by force, rather than letting the natural order happen.

  I’m going to take it from him by force, if I have to.

  A shiver runs up my spine.

  I get the impression that’s happening sooner rather than later.

  Before it goes down, I need to drop my challenge on the members. Once Rooster’s gone, the spot will open and the Vets will decide who takes over.

  With our inner circle behind Rooster’s takedown, I have enough votes. It’s just going to be a matter of getting the vote off before Rooster manages to take me out.

  I get an eyeful of Pyro giving it to Trixie, one of the club whores. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen them go at it. He catches me watching and gestures for me to join him. I shake my head and he laughs before pushing back into her, bent over the pool table.

  Sex and drugs.

  Cannibal Corpse starts playing over the sound system and the party kicks up a notch.

  Sex, drugs and death metal.

  I gotta get out of here.

  On my way home, I drive past Kiwi’s house. The lights are off, except for one in the living room. I slow down outside and I see her peek through the curtain. I stop. She shakes her head.

  I turn off my bike and climb off.

  She meets me at the door.

  “What are you doing here?”

  I don’t answer her. I just press her against the screen door she just closed behind her.

  “Loki,” she breathes.

  “The less you know, the safer you are,” I tell her with a whisper.

  “Okay,” she breathes as she wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her, and her lips press against mine. My cock, already hard from clothing choice, tank and short shorts, jumps in my jeans.

  I press myself into her, wrapping my hands around her ass and lifting her up, she breaks our kiss. “You gonna fuck me in my front yard?” she asks softly.

  “Come home with me,” I grunt like a caveman.

  She smirks and squirms out of my hold, so I set her back down. She pushes me back and I think she’s gonna send me packing, but instead she grabs me by my t-shirt and opens the door, pulling me inside behind her. “Be quiet,” she whispers. “Emily and Piper are both sleeping.”

  “Who’s Emily?” I ask.

  “My nanny.”

  “Oh.” I don’t know what else to say to that as she leads me down the hall. My eyes land on the wall of pictures and I stop.

  “Tomorrow,” she whispers, tugging me down the hall. I follow her.

  Once inside her room, she quietly closes the door and pulls her tank over her head. Her nipples pebble and she lowers her shorts. I growl at her. “Caveman.” She laughs lightly.

  I grunt again and she smiles. She saunters toward me, reaching for my shoulders and my cut. I let her slide it off. I take it from her and toss it back on her bed before reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and off, letting it fall to the floor. “Don’t kick me out,” I tell her.

  “In the morning I will.” She sounds disappointed by that prospect.

  “I don’t like this,” I tell her.

  “I have one more day, remember?”

  I grunt again and she reaches for the button of my denim, undoing it and sliding my jeans down my legs. I toe off my boots and kick off what she started. Her hand wraps around my cock, stroking up and down gently. My eyes wobble around in my head at the sensation.

  Now free of my pants, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me, forcing her hand from my cock and pressing it between us. She lets out a rushed breath and I claim her lips with mine.

  I turn her toward the bed and press her backwards until her legs touch. She’s off balance and breaks the kiss as she lays down. I lean over her, kissing her again. She reaches for my cock and I grab her hand and pin it beside her head. I feel her smile against my lips as she moves her other hand. I snag that one too and hold her there. Trapping her beneath me as I lower my lips down her jaw and her neck, kissing and licking lower until I suck a taut nipple into my mouth. Her back arches and her arms flex. I lick and kiss my way to the other nipple and give it the same treatment before licking my way down her stomach. I release her hands from mine, but I keep them pressed to her wrists as I go lower and I bring my hands with me, trailing feather light over her skin. I feel her shiver under me as I draw my hands closer to her tits and nipples.

  As soon as my fingers ghost over the peaks, she moans softly. My lips kiss a path along the inside of her left thigh. I kiss up and over her pelvic bone and kiss down the other side.

  As I do, I roll her nipples between my fingers, tugging on the rings running through them. She cries out softly.

  “Shh,” I remind her right before I run my tongue through her slit. She tastes like fucking strawberries and heaven. Her hand slides into my hair, her fingers curling, holding me in place. I flick my tongue against her clit and her whole-body twitches as the pleasure spreads.

  “Loki,” she breathes.

  I smile int
o her slit and flick my tongue harder and faster. Her body starts to vibrate beneath me. She’s getting close. Next, she’ll lock down. I move my left hand off her nipple and bring it between her folds to spread her wide before pushing my thumb inside her. Her body locks down beneath me so I suck her clit into my mouth and pull my thumb out before sliding it back in.

  The hand in my hair tightens, it’s almost painful, but I don’t stop.

  Her orgasm explodes and I feel the warm rush of it surround my thumb as her sex heats and clenches at my thumb. “Loki,” she breathes again and I slowly pull my thumb back and slow my mouth on her clit. I release her nipple and I pull back completely.

  She trembles from the lack of contact, but I don’t leave her there long. “Scoot,” I tell her and she slides farther onto the bed, giving me room. “Better yet, move,” I tell her and she looks at me, puzzled. “On top,” I clarify.

  “Caveman,” She says with a hint of a laugh, but she moves. I lay down in the middle of the bed with my head on the pillows and she comes back over me. Her pussy at my cock.

  “Condom?” I grunt.

  She shakes her head and presses the head of my dick at her hole and I shudder at the warmth and wetness. She slides it up and down her slit, getting my cock wet with her juices before she lines it up and starts to slide down on me. ‘Fuck,” I groan.

  She smiles and steadies herself before she starts pumping up and down on my cock in tiny bursts. She’s letting herself coat my cock, each pass gets easier to slip in and out of her tight cunt.

  Her pussy squeezes and releases as she does this, her eyes roll up, her nipples are hard and nearly in my face. I take both her tits in my hands and squeeze. She throws her head back and slides all the way down my shaft. “Oh, God,” she cries softly.

  She doesn’t pull up. Instead, she flicks her hips and her cunt clenches and releases a few times around my cock. I close my eyes tight. “You feel so fucking good,” I tell her.

  “You’re fucking huge,” she remarks but she doesn’t stop the flicking of her hips. Her hands come to my chest, my hands still around her tits. I grab the hoops in her nipples and pull on them gently. Her eyes flutter and she starts sliding up and down my cock in a faster rhythm. Her fingers press into my nipples and she starts playing with my barbells. The added sensation sends tingles of pleasure straight to my balls. I feel them flex and I bite my lip to hold off my orgasm. I want her to take me for everything she can, get her fill before I fill her up.

  The way she works her hips as she fucks my dick makes her look like the most amazing stripper I’ve ever seen. So fucking gorgeous. I grunt when she slams down hard. It feels so fucking good being buried inside her. I release her tits and put my hands on her hips, helping her on my cock and she smiles down at me. She leans forward, pressing her lips to mine and she claims my mouth.

  My balls tighten and I nip her bottom lip. “Come, dammit,” I growl. She presses her pelvic bone against me, grinding her clit against me. I reach between us and find it for her. I flick it a couple times and she’s coming. A warm rush of juices pours over my cock, sending me over the edge and I empty myself inside her.

  She falls onto my chest, panting.

  I pull my hand from between us. My cock still inside her for now. I wrap my arms around her and play with her hair. “I like the hair color.”

  I feel her cheek twitch. “I did it for you,” she breathes.

  “Kiwi,” I say softly.

  She nods.

  I let my hands trace down her back lightly. Tickling her a little as I do, but she doesn’t move. My cock softens and falls from her slit and I put my hands on the small of her back. “This would make a great spot for my brand,” I whisper, my fingers tickling her sensitive flesh. Her cheek hardens against my chest as she smiles, but she says nothing.

  Once our breathing normalizes, she pulls her sex off mine and snuggles into my side with her head on my shoulder, her body pressed to my side and her leg hitched over mine. I continue playing with her hair until I hear her breathing even out and I know she’s fallen asleep.

  Sleep doesn’t come for me. Instead, I start planning what I’m going to do next.

  The sun is coming up when I wake her for another round.

  I give it to her quick, at her request, because she doesn’t want to wake Piper. When I finish, I leave her with the promise of seeing her later. As much as I want to see my daughter, I promised her one more day.

  Chapter Seventeen

  KIWI

  “Mommy,” Piper yells from the hallway.

  “In the bathroom, baby,” I holler back and she comes racing into my room.

  “Look,” she says with a hint of excitement in her voice and I look at her.

  I smile wide. She’s wearing a black baby doll dress, black tights and her black Mary-Jane shoes. Around her neck is the necklace Sticks gave her yesterday. It looks like a dog tag with a purple background and the Wicked Angels MC logo on it. The boys get a red one and the girls get purple.

  I kneel in front of her. “You look gorgeous. You want to keep your hair like that?” I ask and she nods. Her golden curls frame her face and she looks adorable, but I’m bias. She’s my daughter. “Okay then, I’m almost done,” I tell her as I stand up.

  “Is Loki my dad?” she asks innocently.

  I look over at her, tears prickling the backs of my eyes and I kneel again. “What makes you ask that question, sweetie?”

  “He has my eyes.” I cock my head at her. “I was looking in the mirror and my eyes remind me of Loki’s.”

  She’s ridiculously observant for a five-year-old and I don’t know what to say. “How about you ask Loki that, today, when you see him?”

  Her face lights up. “Okay, I will.” She’s satisfied with that as she skips out of my room. I debate warning Loki, but I think it would be better if she surprises him with the same question she asked me.

  I finish putting my make-up on and fluff my hair before turning off the lights and going toward the living room. “You sure you don’t want me to come?” Em asks me.

  “If you want to, you’re more than welcome to,” I tell her. “You won’t know anyone.”

  Em shrugs. “I don’t mind. Besides, I wouldn’t mind making new friends.”

  I hide my cringe. I’m not sure she has a real clue about what she’s getting herself into, but it would be good for her to meet some new people. “How long do you need to get ready?”

  “Ten, maybe fifteen.” My eyes widen at her. “I was hoping you’d say yes.” She blushes.

  I smile and jerk my head toward her room and she scurries down the hall.

  Piper is sitting on the couch, playing on her tablet and I grab a few things to throw into her bag to bring with us.

  Following the funeral, the guys will ride through town, making a giant loop before landing back at Iron Wings. Loni told me yesterday that they were having today catered because none of the old ladies want to be stuck in the kitchen all day. They’re also bringing in tables and chairs to fill up the back lot for all the members of Wicked Angels and the bar is closed again tonight. The strip club owned by the Angels, on the other hand, is another story. Between the clubhouse and the strip club, there will be plenty of pussy to go around. I shudder at the idea of getting pulled in for that.

  Would Loni seriously ask me to do something like that after yesterday? I close my eyes. I already know the answer to that. Until I’ve been given a cut or I quit working for Iron Wings, the answer is yes, she will.

  “I’m ready,” Em says and both Piper and I turn to look at her.

  “Wow,” Piper says mesmerized. I can’t say I’m not a little stunned myself.

  Emily is a gorgeous girl with long black, stick straight hair, and she’s well-endowed in the chest department. She’s my height with gorgeous legs, which she is showing off in a short, A-line dress that’s black with a wide white belt that comes to rest under her chest. She’s also wearing a block high heel with black straps and she’s thrown a li
ttle make-up on that accents her bright blue eyes.

  “You look nice,” I tell her and then I nod for her to join me in the kitchen. She follows and Pipes goes back to her tablet.

  “You know I’ll always be straight with you, right?” I ask her and she nods, confused. “You’re about to go to the funeral of a biker. You’re going to be around slimy, sleazy, horny as fuck men.”

  “I’m not a virgin,” she blushes, “I can handle myself.”

  “I know you can. I just want to give you a heads up because once they get an eyeful of you, they’re going to want more,” I tell her and she nods in understanding. “You can say no,” I remind her. “And don’t take drinks from anyone except me, okay?”

  “I’m not…”

  “That won’t matter, not to these guys, and whatever you do, don’t get on the back of anyone’s bike.” She nods.

  “I’m not going to drink. I figure at some point I’ll be bringing Piper home.”

  “Probably after the funeral. We’re not going to the clubhouse, so it will be a little more civilized, for a little while.”

  Her face lights up in a wide, excited smile. I wink at her.

  Not ten minutes later, we’re headed for the car when a bike comes roaring down the street from Loki’s direction. Piper gets excited and tugs on my dress. “Is that Loki?” she says.

  “I think so, baby,” I tell her.

  “Can I ask him now?”

  I smile down at her. I’d hoped that she’d have gotten sidetracked, but it’s obvious this is something she’s going to find out one way or another. “Wait until we see him later, okay?”

  She pouts and climbs in the car. Loki pulls up behind my car. He’s wearing his shades but I can tell he’s staring at me. So, I put my arms out to the side and twirl around. When I’m facing him again, he lowers his shades slightly so that I can see his steel grey eyes looking at me and a spark of desire ignites in my veins. “I have something for you,” he smirks.

  I walk up to him and he wraps his arms around me, pressing me into his side. He’s still on his bike, but the engine’s off. He leans his head down and presses his lips to mine. I kiss him back with gusto, and he growls, pulling back from my kiss. “Is that all?” I tease.