I’m thankful that I had the tracker placed on Kilo’s bike. All those long road trips gave me plenty of time to place bugs. I had full access to him. Jazzy gave me a questioning look earlier when we got home, how was I able to find her so quickly? Angie would have never been able to get help to them soon enough. Snake tried calling me, but I’ve been tracking Kilo for days, following him when we weren’t on assignment. I was right behind him, waiting for the motherfucker to strike.
Doubt seeps into my pores. I don’t know if I can stand in the same room with this asshole at the clubhouse after this. His face is a mask of lies. Deep rooted darkness lies behind the scenes of what he allows his brothers to see. Although I know that Fuego is on to him, it’s not enough. Someone will end up dead at how careless this man is. He doesn’t deserve to wear the Battle Born patch and stand here as a brother to the men that lay their lives in his hands.
Jazz sleeps in our bed as I sit in our office scouring leads to the man that should no longer be here. The answer lays before me after nights of digging, looking for the smallest opening lead. Every rock has been covered well by Coyote, the Sergeant-in-Arms and IT guy here. He’s washed away all of the past tracks that Kilo wouldn’t want the cops to find. This could be good because Coyote is doing his job for the club. Nothing points to him being in his pocket or otherwise, yet. I’ve reviewed the timeline of his development with the MC. Growing hungry for more power, but it hasn’t been enough for him to go unhinged.
Looking in the past could help solve the present. A man doesn’t just change in one day, it’s a long process. Step by step, if we don’t watch the direction we choose in life, we can walk on a path of no return. Tapping my finger on the desk, I run the information I do have on Kilo in my mind. The most important piece is that he’s been gone a year in lock up. Not prison but jail. Who was Kilo leveraged with while he was away? You have to make alliances to survive. This cockroach seems to live in the dark, so who’s helped keep him alive? Fuego said I’m as good as on my own. I get it for two reasons, he wants to test me and stay clean.
My fingers fly over the keyboard and I access the hard drives in the justice system. Not an easy trick without getting busted. My forehead sweats because the longer I stay the better chance I have at tipping off my presence, but I can’t find what I’m looking for. I make several fake emails and send them off to the employees and phish them to open a link into their main servers.
I’m hoping since it is a late shift someone will be caught off guard. It doesn’t take too long and, thankfully, I download an employee list and Kilo’s files along with an inmate list. Quickly, I start to back out of the system and wipe out everything I touched.
Reading his file, he made several alliances while locked away and looks like he was marked as a boss, so to speak. He was moved several times onto different floors to create peace. The cops couldn’t pin anything on him concrete for what he was running. We have a few hard-fast rules, and one is we never sell too close to where we can have a permanent stay. Meaning anywhere near law enforcement. If you are a lawyer working for any governing agency, that’s a hell no. So how was Kilo getting drugs into the jail?
Looking through his guest list shows one of the club whores sent him packages regularly and visited him. She was the one he roughed up the other day and now refuses to talk. Makes me start to believe that the stripper also landed in his mess and he beat her into submission. I send a note to Kat asking her to track the two girls he beat, and one to Snake expressing the girl needs to be banned from the club at some point. What Kilo’s done can blow back on the brothers if she retaliates.
I make a note to ask Snake how the hell this guy ever became a prospect. With those questions set aside, I start to dig through his past. There is no yearbook picture, no family pictures, or a family for that matter. It’s as if this guy is a ghost. Did the cops not do a background check? What I am betting on is, the cops never ran it hard enough, so he looks squeaky clean other than the charges from after he prospected. With hundreds of arrests around the city every day, he was just another fish in the ocean.
We didn’t even have the technology to look into our own until the last five years when the internet became a playground of information. Criminals helping criminals to beat the system. All you needed was a sponsor into the club and you had a shot. I was friends with Blade and that was that. Stryker, the mother chapter Prez, sponsored me himself.
His records at the PD have his alias listed. This isn’t the man his ID says. It would be scary to any other man, but not me. I’m the perfect asshole for this job. I’ve spent years digging through the webs of lies to uncover truths. It is only a matter of time until I find his real name and what the hell he is up to. Lighting a cigarette, I let what I do know marinate. Rolling back in my chair, I slide open a window and blow smoke outside. I chuckle, wondering if Jazz were to walk in here, would she rip my ass open for smoking in her house?
Tucking my gun in the back of my pants, I pick up my black coffee and step out into the back yard. With the last drag, I drop the butt into an almost empty beer can. The sliding door opens, and warm arms slide around my waist. “I thought my house was on fucking fire when I woke up.”
A small chuckle escapes. Something told me she wouldn’t like it. “Yeah, and you came out here to tell me so, huh?”
Jazzy slides around my body with a loose blanket hanging off her shoulders. My body tenses when I see she’s wearing a loose tank with hard nipples poking through. My eyes scan down her exposed legs up to her deep purple panties. “What are you doing not sleeping for days on end Spider? I worry about you.”
Slipping my hands under her blanket, I caress her exposed ass cheeks and pull her into me. Jazzy looks up to me and kills my insides. She is perfect. Regardless of what has happened, she makes me believe and want more. I followed her like a fool. And I would do it again in a heartbeat to keep her and this feeling. I want them all and I realize it’s her that always had me caught in her web, from day one, she led me along for the ride. I was just too stubborn to believe it. “No need to worry, I work when I need to work.” Kissing her lips once then twice my lips trace her jaw, “Jazz, I need you.” I rasp.
Her hands tug at my sweats but I hold her closer preventing her from taking them off. “I need you by my side. I didn’t understand before what was going on between us. Along the way, I figured it out, a life without you felt lonely. I love you Jazz, and more than anything I want you to be my Ol’ Lady. I want my brand on your skin. It’s too soon to ask, I know, but fuck it, I am anyway.”
This time she isn’t deterred and takes my gun, setting it aside, before she tugs my pants to my hips. She grins, finding my cock free of any underwear. She takes me in her grasp and gives me tight, long stokes. Groaning, I rest my forehead on hers while a shutter racks through me. “Spider, I’ve loved you in some way since you first touched my body, no one could capture my attention and soul like you have.”
My hands cradle her face and lead her back while I take her mouth. My tongue plunges inside, and my teeth nip at her lips. It’s dirty, rough and sloppy. Also, not enough. I push her panties down over her hips. She follows my lead as I push her back to lay down on a lounge chair. Sitting at the end with my legs on either side I bring hers up to rest over my knees. Lifting her shirt, I find her big tits calling to me. My mouth and hands cover them. One I kneed while I roll and tug on her other nipple. She moans and raises her feet to rest over my knees, opening her body to me more. The highly intoxicating arousal scent captures me in her trance. I watch as her manicured fingers trail down her body. She dips two of them in her perfect pussy. My hands still before I get back to work kissing, sucking, and licking them. Jazzy moans, bringing her soaked fingers up to her hood piercing and rolls her clit in a rhythmic motion.
“Fuck me, sucia. I want to taste those fingers,” the growl sounds like a carnal need rattling through my throat.
Her eyes snap open and she brings me her fingers while her other hand snakes out easily, finding my dick
. A groan escapes me at her taste while she jacks me off. Jazzy begins to play with the precum at the tip of my cock. She toys with the head, giving it all her attention. My tongue rolls her fingers in my mouth until the salty taste is gone. I kiss the palm of her hand before I let go.
Jazzy leans forward and coaxes me to her. “Fuck your pussy Spider, claim what is yours.” She pumps me like she wants me to blow my load over her hot cunt and I’m tempted. Finding her neck, my teeth scrape across her flesh before I pull her skin into my mouth. My fingers dance through her folds before they easily slide into her. Her hips are grinding against my hand.
I’m close and my balls start to draw up, but that’s not how I want this to end. Pushing myself back. I take her pussy with my lips and devour her sweetness with my tongue. I lick her pussy like a starved man, and with her, I am. I explore every part of her. Taking her as mine and only mine. My tongue twirls around her piercing and a small squeak leaves her lips. Jazzy’s back arches and her hands hold her tits. I give her more with each stroke making it a purchase to bring her where I need her. Her body breaks and she comes for me, moaning my name, “Spider... fuck”
After a few shocks of her orgasm’s pulses, I stand and pull my pants the rest of the way off. Jazzy surprised me when she stood and pushed me to sit in her spot. She straddles my lap up on her knees. Jazzy drags her fingers through her slick juices and then holds my dick while she slides me inside. “Suck these tits.”
I do, I play with them while she rolls her hips and gets herself off on my dick. Every glide over my cock makes me groan, increasing the pressure in my balls. She plays with her pussy until she explodes soaking and stroking my cock with her orgasm. I grab her hips and hold her still while I pound her cunt from underneath with every muscle in my legs. I pump my cock deep inside, making her scream. Wetness coats my skin from her coming hard, and I erupt. Burying my cock deep, I thrust and root my dick, while I shoot my load inside her pussy. The world can try to tear us apart like it has, but I will always fight and find my way back to her.
Chapter 35
Spider
After our fuck at early sunrise this morning, I showered with my woman and gave her a promising goodbye kiss. One that told her what I was coming home for. It was also me telling her I had some shit to settle in the club, a promise to protect her. As much as it pained me to leave, I have work to do. I left earlier than normal, telling Jazzy the club had called me in. Kilo and I have a score to settle. He is going to test me until this situation is resolved. I don’t see this ending any other way but with him cold and in the dirt.
Each mile on my bike, I remember the damage he’s done with his hands. The hits he’s laid on Jazzy and most of all the baby he killed. My baby he murdered. Evil ideas start to sprout and it hits me like thunder how to catch him, and today is the first step.
My bike thunders with my adrenaline spearing me on. With my bike parked I step into the clubhouse. The air is thick with accusations. He’s been running his mouth about Jazz. I’m sure he’s been telling them Jazz is his and I’ve been going after her. Fuck them all if that’s what they think.
The brothers are divided and it’s time I hold the floor and my place. I let Snake know I was going in and he needed to be there. It’s twenty minutes before church starts for the day. Kilo is waiting for me to sit down at the bar like I usually do. Not today, asshole. I’m going to strike first. He has me outweighed by a good fifty pounds, but that’s not going to stop me.
I spot him before he does me. There’s only one way through this, and today it’s with my fists. His head snaps toward me, eyes blazing with his fury and cocaine. It doesn’t deter me in the slightest, so I step into the room. I don’t back down, but I bait him holding out my hands. He charges at me with a roar.
I waited until he was close enough. There’s no way he’s taking me down first; we are going to the floor together. The ground is my kingdom, one he will soon find out. My arms wrap around his large body and I twist, propelling us back. Kilo lands on his back with his head cracking against the wood floor.
My arms and hands scrape under his body. Rolling to the side, I pop up to my knees and I take advantage while he tries to focus. Rearing my fist back, I crack a painful blow across his jaw and cheek, using all the strength I got. His nose breaks and bleeds, blood splatters from my fourth blow. I’m raining hell down on him and all the pain he has caused. My mind breaks with what he stole, and rage becomes my grace.
Kilo grabs my cut and manages a few blows to land in my gut and cheek. I roar back and my fingers tingle with the desire to choke out this animal. “Spider,” Snake hisses. “Come back, not today.” I can’t kill him, not now, and they shake violently, as I am pulled off Kilo
I spit a mouthful of blood at Kilo’s feet. “Jazzy isn’t yours and hasn’t been for a long time. Best you move on.”
Kilo ambles up on his feet, blood dripping from the cut on his eye, nose, and mouth. “She has always been mine and I will kill you to get to her. Count your days, Spider.”
I let his threat hang in the air and allow the truth to ring true in the silence. They all heard it. Now to set in motion the next step. Snake yells, “Clear out, Kilo wash up. Spider, take a walk and cool off.”
“Who the fuck are you to boss me around?” Kilo snarls.
“You want a second round of getting your ass kicked? Come get it, bitch.” Snake laughs.
Cuervo saunters out toward Kilo, weaving through the brothers. His cowboy boots echo along the wooden floors, along with the knives that hang from his belt. “¿Que pasa? You touch mi sabrino, te cortaré las manos. Pendejo. Do as he says, go while you can still jack off with them.”
The room erupts into a bunch of laughing fools. The threat made by Cuervo is no joke, he will cut off his hands. We all want him to suffer, and any excuse to deliver we will take. Kilo backs up and leaves the room. It’s far from over, but now, he did me a favor with his threat. They all heard it, and there is no taking those words back. Gringo passes me a beer. “You know I tried to get that woman. She was unattainable and now I know why. Congratulations, brother. Best you get a patch on her, sabes?”
“I hear you,” I snarl back.
He holds his hands up, “Not me, but others will come for her. An unclaimed club princess is rare, ese. It’s to protect her as much as you.”
“As much as I hate to admit it, Gringo is right. A claim will help, you gotta talk to her, she needs your brand. It’s time we go talk with Abuela.” Snake tugs me along.
A short walk and we are standing in front of her house. Abuela sits on the front porch swing and waits for us to approach. “Hola, is it done?”
Snake smirks at her, “¿Que abuelita? Is what done?”
“Mi Jazmine, is she a claimed woman finally?” Her hands rest in her lap.
“Yes, in a sense,” I answer. “I wanted to give her time and do it when the moment is right.”
“Mijo, there is no right time. Today is the right time. When I was young, mi Diego, he just took me and made me his. Together we never wasted a day. Aprecia tu amor, todos los días. Take what the world may rip away from you before you get the chance to. Make it happen. Espere.” She holds up a finger and walks inside to return quickly with an old leather cut. “Mi amor me dio esto, my Diego gave this to me. It is now yours, give it to Jazmine when you ask her.” She holds out the well-kept treasure and places it in my hands.
“Sit,” she orders. Both Snake and I move to the chairs. “Not you, mijo.” She pointedly looks at Snake. “Unless you want to talk about your future?” Snake’s face pales and he all but runs out of there without a backward glance. “Cobarde por armor,” she yells at him and huffs out her painful annoyance.
“I’m not a coward!” he yells. “I’m not made for love.”
She shakes her head, rattling off more words in Spanish. Once he is out of sight, she focuses back on me. “You know now all that happened, yes?” Nodding, she continues. “Jazmine isn’t ready to understand this, but you ar
e, and you need to help her to understand.” Abuela takes my hand in hers. She takes in a deep breath while closing her eyes, and she holds on tight. “This will be hard to understand at first. She was never meant to have tu bebé when she did. She wasn’t ready. Jazmine had so much to lose in herself and you. She would have buried herself in the shadow that was you, with that bebé. Nature was never going to let her have it. You see, our lives are on a set path, and when we are in danger they try to reroute us on the path that we are meant to be on. Only lost souls don’t listen. You two have a rare love, mijo. Look deep. So deep, I bet you can feel her as though you knew her at the first moment you two saw the other. Two souls recognize their match. The universe will keep putting you two together, every time. Your babe is waiting to come when she is meant to. Nature used her to awaken Jazmine’s sleeping corazón. ¿Tú entiendes?” Her old, wrinkled face looks over mine and sees the bruising from the fight.
“Kilo may have been the force, as we understand it now, but she would never have carried her to term. Someday, she will hold what is rightfully hers in her arms. Now while fighting off that pinche pendejo is important. Don’t lose your focus. Fight for her safety, not revenge. Even though there are times I disagree with God, and trust me, this is one of them. You will find your peace in the end.”
I rise to leave, and she follows, kissing her cheek, “Thank you, Abuela.” She nods and smiles as I leave but quickly calls, “Mijo, tu hermano, your brother watches over you. He wants you to know he is at peace and loves you. Same thing for you too. He chose his path at his own will, and there was anything you could do to stop what was meant to be. The burden is not meant for you to carry. He is not your purpose. Jazmine is your purpose, mijo.”
Nodding, I fight to swallow the razors in my throat. Those words shred me. “I always wondered. More than anything, I wanted to know if he was okay, and if he forgave me.” It has been a long time since his death and I always harbored guilt that I could have saved him.
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