“What? Why the fuck wouldn’t they tell him?”
“They’re afraid he’ll act out of anger, not on what the club needs. Right now Damon and Amara need information. They need the bitch alive, so once they don’t need her anymore I’m sure she’ll be sleeping with the fishes.”
“As she should. How’d you guys find out?” Whenever we find out someone has fucked us over, it usually comes from a reliable source. Although, we don’t have too many connections quite yet down south.
“Ironically enough, her girls turned on her. They told Damon this is the safest they’ve ever been and they don’t want her to fuck it up for them. She played us like a fool, actin’ like she cared about her girls being hooked on dope. Turns out she didn’t give a fuck and knew we were the winning side when it came to that snake gang. Now another one has moved in.”
“Shit, there’s always someone who wants to stir up trouble. Bet they thought after the Demons fell that they could just roll right in and no one would claim the territory.” I state.
“Yep, I agree. People are fuckin’ stupid these days. Oh guess what else is goin’ on. Drama related. Not anything to do with the club.” Hawk goes on to say.
“Gimme some dirt. I need somethin’ good to distract me from our mess up here.”
“Raven had this fling thing with her best friend when they were in high school. Her fucking best friend is a weather woman down here in Vegas. She saw her on the news the other day and nearly had a heart attack. Started crying in front of the television and all that shit. I thought she might’ve been pregnant with the way she started freaking out.”
“Babies are in the air.” I laugh, fucking with him.
“Not for us. Not when we have her little sisters now. There are enough kids in my house, brother. Your turn, fill me in on what’s going on up in Billings. I heard a rumor you claimed a woman.”
I smile widely, “It’s no rumor, Hawk. I did, and she’s a fine one at that. Can’t wait for you to meet her.”
“Fuck, I never thought I’d see the day where you’d settle down with a woman! Not . . .” I know what he’s gonna say. Not after Arizona.
“She needed me . . . and somethin’ sparked a fire in me, brother. I knew I had to put my cut over this woman. I can’t express how much I knew I needed to protect her. It was deep in my damn bones.”
“I’m happy for you, man. You always need to trust your gut. How’s Fist doin’ these days?” Hawk asks. When he left Fist was in a horrible state of mind.
“He’s doing a little better but I highly doubt he’s out of the woods. He has good days and bad ones. I’m crossin’ my fingers we get our old Prez back, though.” I admit.
“Why, you don’t think Zane is cut out for it?”
“No, that’s not what I meant at all. Just miss Fist doin’ what he does best.”
Hawk chuckles on the other end, “Yeah, I’d have to agree with you there. Fuck, I gotta get goin’. Tell the others about Onyx so it’s not a shock when we do cap her. I have a feelin’ it’ll happen sooner rather than later. Especially with the way shit’s goin’ down here. We have kids now so we’re not playing when it comes to that.
“You got it. I’ll spread the message. Stay safe, brother.”
“Right back at ya.” Hawk ends the call with a click and I slide my cell into the back of my pants and head over to the couch. I need to know everything there is about Alexa’s book. There’s no doubt in my fuckin’ mind she’ll hit some sort of bestseller list. My girl, fuck, she’ll succeed no matter what she does in life. Of that I’m certain.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
“I crave the simplest of love with you. A cold night, warm sheets, and your skin against my own. Certainly, that is all I could ever ask for.”
~ Daniel Walsh
Alexa/Lola
Morning comes quickly and I slip out of bed, careful so Bull doesn’t hear me and wake up. He’s typically the one who gets up early, but we both stayed up until almost two in the morning talking about my outline for my novel. For some reason he’s so supportive of this venture of mine.
I shut the door quietly and walk over to the kitchen, reach into the cabinet and grab a coffee filter and some coffee grounds. Almost as if I’m on autopilot I start the coffee maker and then go to the side of the counter and light the hot chocolate scented candle. The closet in the hallway is filled with these things on the top shelf. I bet I have about fifteen of them, constantly needing this to fill my home. They just smell so good.
While the coffee brews I’ve already eaten a bowl of cereal and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard. I make my coffee just the way I like and turn on my small radio. Living Proof by Camila Cabello comes out of the speakers. I listen as she sings a serenade about an intense love. I can’t help but to relate to her words, especially the part about sharing demons. Fuck, I don’t want to admit this . . . but throughout the song the one person I’m thinking of is Bull. That’s crazy, right? We haven’t known each other for too long and here I am smitten over him. I mean, he’s arrogant as hell. I shouldn’t like him. But I do.
The coffee maker beeping as it notifies me it’s finished brings me out of my thought induced haze. I proceed to make my coffee exactly the way I like it and head into the living room. In the mornings I prefer to take my time and wake up. To slowly sip on coffee until I feel motivated for the day.
I barely sit down when a knock comes to my door. Furrowing my brows, I set my cup down on the coffee table in front of me and head to the door. I’m not expecting anyone, so I’ll be sure to peek through the curtain and see whoever it is on the other side.
Much to my surprise I see Kristie, standing in a jacket which is entirely too light for Montana winters. “You’d better get your ass in here before you freeze to death. Has Utah not taught you enough about always overdressing instead of under?” I tease. She’s always told me how she missed Cincinnati because she could count on having four actual seasons of the year. Utah though, well, it taught her to have at least two jackets in her car.
“The weather app said it would be forty today, not my fault it’s maybe seventeen out here.” She grumbles, walking inside. I shut the door behind her and go back over to where my coffee cup is.
“If you want some coffee, I just made a fresh pot,” I tell her.
Kristie proceeds to go into the kitchen, opening various cabinets until she finds the mugs. She pours her cup of coffee black, just like her damn soul and comes into the living room, taking a seat beside me.
“If you were a decent friend you would’ve called me to tell me you were okay. Instead I had to track you down myself.” Ah, here’s the Kristie I know. The over dramatic bitch.
“I needed time to get used to my new reality. I went through a lot and had a lot to process.” She may not understand it, but I really did need time. So much shit had happened, so calling her and telling her everything wouldn’t have made any sense. She’s the type to ask me what I think or how I’m feeling. At the time I couldn’t give her any of the answers she’d want. There was far too much running through my head.
“If you were a field agent I would’ve reamed your ass for this.”
“But I’m not.” I gently remind her. I’m a profiler, not someone out in the field protecting our great country.
Kristie rolls her eyes, “Yeah, I know. I refuse to sit here and act like I’m not upset with you for not letting me know you were okay. When you went off the grid completely it worried me. Your cell hadn’t moved from this location for over a week. I came out here because I thought you were dead. Instead you were missing. I used every available resource I had and couldn’t find you, so I enlisted the only help I could. The type that doesn’t play by the rules, who create their own and do what they need to.”
“Thank you for figuring out something was wrong. Well, I have to thank you for contacting the Reapers and Amanda for it as well I suppose.”
“Amanda? Please tell me you’re not talking about that fucking bitch of a woman. Wi
lliams?”
“That would be the one.” I confirm.
“Ugh!” Kristie rises, throwing her hands up in the air from pure frustration. “Have I told you how much I loathe her? She’s constantly stepping on other people’s toes. Pfft, she didn’t offer her assistance for no reason. What did she want?”
“She played it off like she wanted me in a way, that’s what Bull said . . . but I think she wanted Grizzly for the arson against Fist’s property and the murder of Saffron.”
“You?” Kristie furrows her brows. “This doesn’t make any sense. Why would she play it off like she wanted you?”
“Because my biological father escaped from prison. She made it sound like having me back would give someone an advantage.” Kristie is the only person I’ve ever told about my true identity.
“He’s already been convicted. They’d just need to throw your shithead father’s ass back in the slammer.” She says, causing me to nod.
“I know, which is why I think Amanda wanted Grizzly so she could get him for the fire which led to one of the Reapers death.” Bull had told me how Fist’s girlfriend died in the fire. What an absolute tragedy. I can’t imagine watching the woman you love burn to death.
Kristie takes a couple sips of her coffee and spills a bit over the edge as she slams it back down on the table and claps her hands together once, “No! I know what this was. The jerk owed me one after the last time she . . . well, you know.” I don’t know, but these two have hated each other for ages. There’s a rap sheet a mile long for what Kristie has done to Amanda and vice versa.
“Sure,” I pretend to go along, not really wanting to hear what else has been added to the list.
“She did this as a way to apologize, I think. Amanda knows you and I are close. She involved the Reapers for her own personal gain because she wanted to nab Grizzly for all the stuff he’s done. But, her involving them was killing two birds with one stone. Everyone knows they hate Grizzly and the Bears with everything they are. God, what a smart bitch. It makes me hate her even more.” Ah, it makes perfect sense. She sends an MC who loathes Grizzly as soldiers without endangering her agents. They go to where I was in the hopes of getting the fucker who did so much harm to their MC and free me in the process.
“I bet Amanda thought they’d just hand Grizzly over,” I state.
Kristie chuckles, “Yeah, that isn’t how MCs operate. If someone did them harm, they’ll return the favor. Honestly, the bastard deserves whatever the Reapers do to him. Same as Rafael deserved. I’m so glad that fuckface is dead now. Served him right going in the way he did.” Kristie mutters, picking her coffee cup up again.
“Rafael?” I question.
“Ramirez,” Ah, the former leader of the Mexican cartel. He was also a sex trafficker if my facts are right.
“Anyone like that deserves to go in a horrific way.” I tell her.
“Oh, and he did. I assure you of that. So, not to change the subject but when are you coming back to work?” Fuck. I should’ve known this question was coming.
I turn my body to face her where I’m sitting on the couch and suck in a deep breath. “I’m not sure if I want to come back. Don’t get me wrong, I love what I do but it exhausts me mentally. I think I may need to take some time for myself.”
Kristie raises her brows, “First Elena and now you. Am I cursed? Why do all my besties want to leave the agency?”
“Life calls everyone in different directions. After everything that happened over the last few weeks, I’m certain I need a break. I may come back, or I might not. Hell, maybe I’ll work on a case by case scenario. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
The door to my bedroom comes open and out walks Bull, clad in fitted boxers. He stretches his arms and yawns. In doing so you see the deep indentation of his V and the perfect outline of his cock. “Oh, well . . . now I see why everything is up in the air. You and Elena drink the same juice it seems.” Kristie giggles lowly, sipping on her coffee.
“Uh, who the fuck is this?” Bull asks, making Kristie see how much of an ass he is.
“I have to admit, I like Reed better.” Kristie and I both burst out into laughter. I guess it’s time I explain who this strange woman in my living room is to my ol’ man.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Don’t be fooled by a sweet talker. Believe someone whose actions and mouth speak the same truths
Bull
Thank goodness Kade sent out a group text to all the guys this morning reminding us Valentine’s Day is today. Every brother is pretty much just like me, being a last-minute shopper and all. I made the boys stay back at the house with Alexa while I ran to the outside of town to a converted barn which is now this fancy, swanky women’s boutique. I actually didn’t know about this place until Blackjack told me to stop by. He came here the other day to get something for Noelle and Ashley. I gave him a weird ass look when he told me he was gettin’ somethin’ for Noelle. Blackjack explained he wanted to show his little girl how a man should treat her on a holiday like Valentine’s Day. If I ever have a baby girl in this life I bet I’ll be doin’ the same damn thing.
I pull my truck up to the front of the store, get out and walk inside. It’s not as posh as I thought it would be. The inside is Montana in its truest form. They stained every bit of wood in this place, keeping the honey toned aesthetic. Every now and again you see a patch of worn wood which must’ve been here for a century at least. It looks old and worn, aged beyond measure.
The store is packed and I don’t know where to look. To the right there are racks with clothes, purses, accessories and other girlie shit. To the left I see furniture and kids stuff a little bit past that. The center of the store is a square with a glass case. Bright lights shine within it, making me believe they have some pretty decent jewelry.
I’ve known Alexa for a month. Shit, how did the time pass this quickly? In the month I’ve known her I’d like to say I’ve picked up on the small things, but this will be the ultimate test. Our first holiday together.
From the corner of my eye I see bags hanging on a metal hook. A sign above it tells customers to take a bag and fill it up. I go over to the hook and take a bag in my hand, walk over to the side of the store with the clothes. As I get closer I see how they have shelves on the back wall with jeans, sweaters and dresses hang between the shelving units.
Alexa is a fair woman, even paler than Ashley and she’s pretty damn white too. How much you wanna bet Alexa has some Scandinavian ancestry in her? My eyes scan across a muted blue sweater. It isn’t royal blue or a baby blue, but something in between. I think she’ll like it so I go through the sweaters to try and find her size. She’s probably a medium, so I pick it up and pop it in the bag.
I think jeans will go great with it . . . but I get closer to the jeans and notice they aren’t jeans at all. They’re something called jeggings. What the fuck are these? Placing my fingers against the material I’m shocked. They appear to be jeans from a distance but they’re soft to the touch like cotton. The transparent sticker on them isn’t in a numeric size but in the form of small, medium, large, etc. So, what the hell. I get a pair of medium ones and put them in the bag.
I end up spending the next forty-five minutes walking around this store, looking for anything Alexa might like. Two hundred and seventy-three dollars later, I’m finally walking out of the store.
I texted Axel a few minutes ago and asked him to take her into town to grab something to eat. I also told Zorro and Axel to make sure they aren’t at the house tonight because we’re having company. They’re probably gonna head into town and hit up the bars, lookin’ for single ladies to sink their dicks into. Valentine’s Day is honestly one of the best days to get laid if you’re not tied down.
Once I’m back at the house I punch in the keycode to gain entry to the house and attempt to wrap up her presents. I’m no Martha Stewart, though. It looks like a cat tried to wrap these. Parts of the paper is shredded and tape is sticking out from every direction. I deba
te trying to fix it but say fuck it. She’s gonna rip them open anyway. What does it matter? It’s the thought that counts, right?
The door opens and I realize the time has flown by when Alexa’s blonde hair is the first thing I see. She’s wearing a fitted, long-sleeve black top with some sort of scoop neck cutout. She doesn’t have the biggest tits in the world, but I’m lovin’ how low this top comes down. Makes me wanna take a bite outta her. She’s got some dark jeans and knee-high boots paired with it, makin’ her look like a present herself. Fuck, how I wanna unwrap her. I can’t. Not yet at least.
“Hey, uh . . . what’s all this?” Her expression shifts from normalcy to pure shock and then she giggles lightly.
“Your Valentine’s Day presents,” I say, standing up from the couch.
The two of us walk toward the other. As we meet, I snake my arms around her lower back and smirk like the cat who caught the canary. “Happy Valentine’s Day, little lamb.” I whisper, bringing my lips down onto hers in a gentle kiss.
Alexa kisses me back with passion, yet slow and soothingly. Fuck, I’ve never really taken my time with her. She causes the animal within me to come roaring out. One day I will go slow, I’ll cherish every fucking movement. Fuck, I might even keep her tied up to the bed and taunt her all day. Yes. That sure does sound like something I’d do.
She pulls away and looks around my arm, “All of these are Valentine’s Day gifts?”
I stare at her blankly, wondering what she didn’t understand.
“I think you’re fucking with me. My birthday presents are in here too. Gosh, I didn’t expect you to realize it was my birthday today. Thank you so much, Bull!”
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