by Aaron Riley
David shook his head. “I love you, Harley. I'm all yours.”
“I love you too, David.” We kissed and the throbbing in my pants returned. But I needed a break.
David looked down at his nice suit that was all stained. “I really need to take a shower.”
“You can do that at my place,” I said.
David smiled at me. Everything was going back to the way it used to be. But what was I supposed to do about Mr. Spencer and Mayor McCain? If I didn't follow his orders, the mayor would send me right back to prison. I couldn't let that happen. I'd never leave David again.
Chapter Seven
David
The chirping birds outside woke me from my blissful sleep. I rolled over to find Harley, naked and inked, sleeping next to me with the covers kicked off. The memory of last night rushed back to me—Harley taking me in the alley, going back to his place and fucking in the shower.
I was so exhausted that I fell asleep with a towel still wrapped around me.
I lay there and admired his shredded body and watched him rest. Harley deserved it after all the hell he'd been through.
Was everything he said really true about my father? I couldn't fathom that he would send the man I loved to prison just to keep him away from me. My father was everything to me. I had to get to the bottom of it.
Maybe he had a good reason? I knew I was fooling myself but the only way to find out was to straight out ask my dad.
I didn't want to wake Harley so I got dressed quietly and left him a note by the bed that I was out doing errands. I walked through Harley's one-story house and it was exactly how I remembered it—sparse furniture, stained carpets, and broken drywall. Nothing had changed because Harley had been imprisoned.
I went to the kitchen and took the keys to his Ford truck that he only used to haul stuff. His Harley was parked next to it and was tempting to ride. Harley had never let me drive it before and he'd freak if he found out I took his bike without asking. The truck would do fine to get me to my apartment.
My phone rang as I started the truck. The screen read Lily.
“I'm so sorry, I totally forgot to call you last night,” I blurted out.
“What the hell happened?” Lily replied.
“There's too much to talk about over the phone. I went home safe and sound with Harley.”
“Want me to come over and we can talk?”
I desperately wanted to spill my guts to Lily but my father took priority. “I have a couple things to do but I promise we can talk soon.”
“You sound different, David. Is everything all right?”
I didn't even know how to answer that question. Harley and I were back together but my father was probably the reason he was in jail for all those years. “I'm fine, Lily. Just have a lot of things on my mind. I'll talk to you later.”
I hung up the phone and raced over to my apartment to change. I tossed the suit on the bed and put on the black suit from the art show. I needed to look respectable if I was going to my father's building to interrogate him.
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Spencer Enterprises took up almost an entire city block and was the pride of Saint Marks. My father provided jobs to more than seventy percent of the town's population. Over the years I'd only visited him a handful of times at his office. My dad was a busy man and I normally needed to make an appointment.
But today was different. He was going to speak to me no matter what.
I pulled up to the security booth and showed the guard my driver's license. “I'm here for Mr. Spencer.”
He took off his sunglasses and looked at me and then my license. “Good to have you back here again, Mr. Spencer. I'll ring up and let them know you're coming.”
I took a special elevator that went straight to the top of the highest tower. The doors opened to an enormous lobby with a tiny desk at the far end. A blonde woman—younger than me—sat behind the desk, her nails clattering against the keyboard.
“You must be, Mr. Spencer,” she stated. “Your father is in a meeting right now that could take a couple hours. You can come back if you want?”
I didn't care about some stupid meeting. Nothing was as important as this. “No, my father will see me now.”
The secretary tried to stop me but I reached the door to my father's office before she could get her hands on me.
My father's office was as big as my apartment. Expensive paintings covered the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows showed off an impressive view of the town. His huge oak desk stood at one end with a long rectangular table surrounded by office chairs on the other end.
My father sat at the far side of the meeting table and almost every chair in the room was filled with business suits. Everyone turned their attention to me.
My dad stood up in his chair. “David, I'm in the middle of a meeting right now. If you could wait until it's over and then we can talk.”
“No, we're going to talk right now.” I rarely ever crossed him so he knew it had to be serious.
“Gentleman, if you would please excuse me. It seems a family emergency has come up. We'll reschedule for tomorrow.”
I waited by the door until the entire office emptied out.
“David, this is most unusual. That was a very important meeting.”
I walked over to the opposite end of the meeting table. “Cut the shit.” I hadn't been this angry with him since before Harley went to prison. I set both palms face down on the table.
“What's the matter, David?” he asked.
“I want you to tell me the truth. The whole truth. And don't lie to me.”
“David, I always tell you the truth,” he interrupted.
“Are you the reason Harley was arrested?”
My father sighed and slumped back into an office chair. “I never wanted you to find out about that.”
So it was all a lie. Harley was telling the truth. Rage boiled in my stomach. I would have punched my father in the face if he was close to me.
“How could you? I loved him.”
“That was exactly the reason why. Harley wasn't the right man for you. I could see you going down the wrong path and I had to do something to stop it.”
“By ruining a man's life!” My palms on the table had formed into fists.
“By saving yours, David,” he said softly.
I pounded against the table, taking my frustration out any way I could. “I didn't believe you were capable of something like that.”
“I was only trying to protect you.”
My voice began to waver. Hold it together, David. “You went too far. I don't want your money anymore and I don't want to see you again.”
“You'll see it my way eventually. Harley is a bad guy and he will only hurt you in the end. Please stay away from him.”
Tears formed in my eyes. My father meant the world to me. But I never knew how evil he was. I turned around and ran for the office door before I started to sob.
My father called to me but I ignored him. I closed the door behind me and fell to the ground, letting it all out. I didn't care that the secretary was right there, watching me cry my heart out.
I picked myself up and went for the elevator, wiping my nose. The doors closed just as my father opened the office door and looked at me one last time.
Anger and sadness stormed through my soul. I didn't want to believe my father could do anything that insane. But he did. And it wasn't right.
Harley went through so much hell and it was all for me.
Harley
I woke up the next morning and reached my hand out to feel for David's warm naked body. But the bed was empty.
I shot up and saw the note sitting on the nightstand. My heart calmed and I read it. I was glad he went out because there was some business I needed to tend to and I didn't want David finding out about it.
I never told him about my meeting with the mayor. If I had to do something drastic to David's father, it would be better if he never found out that it was me.
; I had the President call an emergency meeting at the clubhouse. My problem with the mayor and Mr. Spencer needed to be dealt with. My brothers could give me advice on what my next move should be.
We gathered around the MC table that had Reavers and Saint Marks engraved on it. Diesel sat at the head of the table. The rest of the members were seated around.
Diesel slammed the gavel down. “Everyone is here today because Harley has a problem.”
“He get his cock stuck in his zipper again?” Pike said, pressing his round glasses to his nose. Pike was the MC treasurer and thought he was the funniest man alive.
“We can't help you with all those STD's, Harley,” Juice chimed in.
I smiled at Juice and gave him my middle finger. “Too bad I got 'em all from your dick.”
The veins in Juice's neck popped out. Stone was sitting next to him and had to hold him down.
Diesel glanced at me. “Harley, explain the situation for everyone.”
“I had a meeting with Mayor McCain.”
“I'd like to ring that motherfucker's neck,” Cannon, our Sgt-at-Arms, said. Cannon still had hair unlike Pike but Cannon chose to shave right down to the scalp.
“Mayor told me that he was the reason I got out of prison. But he was also a part of the reason I was put there in the first place.”
“Did you kill the bastard?” Piggy asked. He was the MC prospect and his enormous weight was the reason for the nickname.
“Almost couldn't stop myself. But killing the mayor would send me right back to prison.”
Diesel calmed everyone down. “What does the mayor want?”
“Wants me to take down David's father and Spencer Enterprises.
“That's a tall order,” Stone said, running his fingers through his hair.
“If it was anybody else, I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in their skull. But I can't kill Mr. Spencer without hurting David.”
Cannon rubbed his bald head. “So you have two options. You do the mayor's dirty work and take down Spencer Enterprises. But lose your man in the process. Or...you kill the mayor and get sent to prison again.”
“You forgot the third option,” Piggy said. “Kill 'em both. They deserve revenge for what they did to you.”
Revenge did sound sweet. Those two men had torn David and I apart. They deserved to die.
“You definitely have a predicament,” Diesel added.
“Is there any way we could kill the mayor without getting caught?” I asked.
Pike took his glasses off and rubbed the lenses on his shirt. “Next to impossible. The mayor is surrounded by security twenty-four hours a day. Even if you were able to get close to him, you'd have a dozen witnesses and guards that would shoot you down.”
I tried to imagine the different scenarios and in every one, I was either caught or killed. “What if we take him out from far away? Cannon is pretty good with a sniper rifle.”
Cannon nodded in agreement. I'd seen him shoot cans from a thousand yards away.
Pike shook his head. “Also impossible. The mayor travels in a bulletproof limo. He also only goes out in public when he needs to.”
“I hate to say it, but what if you went to the cops?” Juice asked. “They might actually believe you.”
The table turned to Juice like he had uttered the worst words known to man.
“Sheriff Buckley is bought and paid for by the mayor. I can attest to that. The cops can't help us here,” I said.
“That leaves you with one choice,” Diesel began, “You have to do what Mayor McCain wants. Take down Spencer Enterprises without killing Mr. Spencer.”
“Well how the fuck do I do that?”
“You're going to need access to his office. He's no doubt hiding records of his various meetings. There's bound to be some info in their that will put him away and destroy Spencer Enterprises. Get the documents and bring them to Pike. He can get them to the FBI anonymously.”
Pike nodded. “That seems to be the only choice you have left.”
“Worry about the killing later,” Stone added.
The MC was right. Killing them for revenge would have to wait. My only option was to take down Mr. Spencer in a way that I wasn't accustomed to—using my brains.
“How can Harley get access to Mr. Spencer's office? That place is a security compound.” Pike asked.
The light bulb in my head went off. “David can help me get in. He can distract his father long enough for me to get the documents.”
“How many of us can he sneak in?” Stone asked.
“It's only going to work if it's just David and I.”
Diesel raised the gavel. “Looks like our work here is done. Meeting adjourned.” He slammed the gavel down.
The only problem was how to get David to betray his father? He might hate him right now but not enough to destroy him.
Chapter Eight
David
The talk with my father had completely wrecked me. I sat in my car, too weak from crying to drive.
Everything I knew about him was a lie. I'd heard rumors around town about my father being a ruthless businessman. But that was business. This was my life he was toying with. The thought of never seeing him again pulled at my heart. He was always there for me when I needed him most. But I could see now that he only had his own interests in mind.
After every tear was wrung out of my body, I finally started the car and drove back to Harley's house. I couldn't let my dad control my life anymore.
But that meant no more money. No more fancy apartment. How could I afford to live on the money I made from painting? Harley didn't even have a job. The money he got from the MC was meager at best.
There were a lot of things that needed to be sorted out.
I knocked on Harley's door, not sure if it was appropriate to just walk in. We were together again but were things back to normal yet? Everything was pretty far from normal right now.
Harley opened the door and peeked out, holding a handgun. Probably a good idea that I didn't just walk in. “What's with the firearm?” I asked, pushing by him.
“Never know when your enemies are coming,” Harley replied, putting the gun behind his back and in his waistband. Harley looked at my face and instantly knew something was wrong. “What happened? Your eyes are all red.”
We sat down on Harley's dusty couch. My throat choked as I began, “I went to my father's office to confront him. He admitted the truth. My father was behind it all. He's the reason you went to jail.”
Harley's fists clenched as he sat next to me. The rage in his eyes was fiery hot. “That fucking bastard.”
I nodded, trying to hold back the tears. “He said he didn't want you near me anymore. When we went against his advice and continued dating, he took drastic measures. I'm so sorry, Harley.” I fell into his arms and hugged him as hard as I could.
“It's not your fault, David. You didn't know.”
“But I trusted him for so long. He was the reason I didn't visit you in jail. He convinced me that you were guilty and I should move on. If I had only listened to my heart, I might've seen the real picture.”
“Let's not get caught up in the past. I'm here now, David. We can move on together.”
He couldn't have said it any better. I reached up and kissed him hard. I wanted to take away all his pain and suffering. I wanted to go back and change everything. Make sure that Harley never went to jail. But there was nothing to do about it. Harley was right to move on.
Our lips touched and everything disappeared into a fog. The beating in my chest was only matched by Harley's. He held me tight in his arms as his tongue entered my mouth. I melted away, never wanting to leave this moment.
Harley broke away. “I don't ever want to lose you again, David.”
“Then don't ever let go,” I whispered.
Harley kissed me again, his eager hand wandering over my pants. I cried out as he squeezed my erection. My moaning only made him hungry for more.
Harley craned my neck
to the side and left a trail of kisses down to my shoulder. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. He kissed my collarbone, stroking my boner.
The thought of what was going to happen next excited me to no end. Harley was the only man that could make feel this way.
Harley deftly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. He tugged at my boxers and I swatted him away. “Not so fast, cowboy. I like this pair.”
“We'll have to be careful then.” Harley placed his fingers gently underneath the black fabric and pulled them slowly down my legs.
I was completely naked before him and Harley still had on all his clothes. “Am I the only one that's going to be naked here?”
“For the time being.” Harley smiled and ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs. My body shivered as he moved closer and closer.
Only a little higher...
But Harley stopped. He took his fingers away. No! I need you now! Touch me until I shatter...
Harley spread my legs apart and watched my cock throb. “Taste me, Harley. I want to feel your lips on me.” There was more I wanted to feel but his lips would do for now.
Harley layered kisses down my stomach and to my base. Almost there...
Harley grabbed my cock and put me in his mouth. The sudden injection of pleasure made me cry out his name. I ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue tasted up and down my shaft.
My hips arched with every spike of ecstasy. Harley drove me wild as he had done so many times before. My breathing quickened and I was so close. “Harley...”
He kissed my tip until I came undone, squeezing his head in a vice. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let the ecstasy control me. Harley worked his magic, swirling his tongue around taking my seed in his mouth.
The next orgasm was only moments away. Harley slipped his fingers into my tight ass. I clenched his hair as he curled them inside me. “How can you make me feel this good?” I breathed.