He put me down and stared into my eyes. I couldn’t stop from grinning back at him or kissing him as he grabbed my waist again.
“I spoke to the doctor and she said you need some rest so let’s go home and get you into a warm, relaxing bath. Then you’re goin’ to get into bed and sleep for about a day. We gotta keep you fit and healthy,” Trey whispered in my ear.
“I have a feeling I’ll be doing a bit more than resting,” I responded as our eyes met again.
“Well, that goes without saying.” He grinned at me before we kissed again.
Despite all the crap going on in my life at the moment, that one small gift of affection from the man I loved made me feel better.
Chapter Fifteen
Trey
Trey couldn’t wait to get Kyra home after the scare she’d given them all the night before.
He couldn’t pretend seeing his woman, a deranged maniac holding her against him while brandishing a gun hadn’t affected him. If the whole situation hadn’t been so utterly bizarre, he would have shot Cheuy Rodriguez before he’d known they’d even pulled up.
Trey was man enough to admit he hadn’t been at the top of his game. Snuffing out the lives of people earlier that evening had taken its toll. He’d been willing to do anything other than murdering anyone else that night.
It was Kyra who surprised him when she pulled a gun—his Christmas gift to her—out of her waistband, aimed, and fired. Cheuy’s body fell to the ground and she’d fainted shortly after. The doctor’s diagnoses of PSTD didn’t surprise him—hell, he already knew he suffered from it and so did most of the brothers. They didn’t talk about it because what was the use? The drugs to treat it were for shit, left him disoriented and didn’t mix well with booze so he dealt with the highs and lows, and called it a day.
Earlier that morning, the club received great news, and Dizzy prematurely ended the lockdown. The sudden arrest of the Navarro brothers, the brains behind Aztecas Infierno, wasn’t completely unexpected but watching his mother at a press conference as the head FBI in charge of the task force was a rush of blood to the head.
Eve Kerrigan, beautiful and poised, answered questions from the local Long Beach station as well as from the national news stations including MSNBC, Fox News, and CNN. He smiled as he dragged off a cigarette and drank a cup of coffee to sober him up after a long, sleepless night.
Cillian walked into the game room and motioned for him. He stood and followed his brother into chapel where Dizzy sat down. He joined the two men and sat across from them.
“She really is somethin’…ain’t she?” Dizzy greeted without preamble.
“Yeah, she is.” He glared at his father. “Now you know she’s still alive, are you gonna put a hit out on her?”
Cillian laughed loudly before Dizzy joined him. “No, son. Why would I do that? Your brother and me—we talked about this already. That woman on television is—no matter what name she calls herself—the only woman I have ever been in love with. I wouldn’t hurt a hair on her head, not when she was the one who bartered the truce between Jonesy and I. We would’ve destroyed this area—and each other’s clubs—but she stopped us, son.”
“We’ve always known she was FBI,” Cillian continued. “She told us about her assignment coming to an end and we agreed to make it seem like we were gonna kill her. She knew you wouldn’t go into the life anymore than Trista would. Tristan was the only one who pursued a career with the Feds, and he convinced my cousin to do the same. Not that it was hard. She worked for Police Services in Northern Ireland—PSNI for short—in Belfast, and had passed all her tests to work for MI6—or the Secret Intelligence Services—in the UK.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Trey glanced at them both as he folded his hands together on the oak table.
He still didn’t know where they were going with the cloak and dagger bullshit but he had a feeling this wasn’t an ordinary conversation either. They were about to let him in on a major club secret. The impending news both excited and disturbed him at the same time.
“Son, a long time ago…I was a good man. I worked hard and I went really far. I earned a top-notch education and I truly believed in law and order. Graduated from Cambridge—I did—many blue moons ago. I joined MI5 and my first assignment was going undercover as an IRA terrorist. Some people aren’t meant to do that and I was one of them. I lost myself…couldn’t separate my fantasy life from reality. I almost forgot about Bronaugh and my kid, Cillian. I was so immersed in this new way of life, it completely slipped me mind the life I led wasn’t my own. It was borrowed and counterfeit.
“I had a nervous breakdown and realized I had no other choice but to leave and start over. Make a new life elsewhere. I disappeared first and got lost in Boston’s Irish community. It was easy because I had more family afoul with the law than on the right side of it. Tim Lennon, my cousin, he got me the paperwork and I transformed myself into Desmond “Dizzy” Cox. My siblings were already Coxes…they were all half-siblings anyway. My da died—he was an IRA legend—and I proudly bore his name. Rory Daire Lennon.”
“What happened?”
“Life, son. Your ma and I—we knew we couldn’t last. She and Tim were serious about each other and I pressed me luck. They’d already trained at Quantico and received their assignments. She knew who I was, tipped me off, and I did what I had to do. I called a couple of me hometown buddies over from Northern Ireland and we formed our own MC. We moved out here to the middle of nowhere but the English are sneaky bastards. MI5 found me all the same. My American handler is…Eve Kerrigan, your mother.”
“Wait…so…what about all the shit we do and the illegal crap we’ve been involved in? Are you sayin’ we can’t be arrested or go to prison?” Trey stood and paced the small room.
“’Course we can,” Cillian replied. “But we won’t if we continue to supply information. We’ve kept up our end of the bargain. It’s the reason I have to move the club into human trafficking. It’s the only way the FBI, ICE, and the CIA can make a case for the Koslakov family. Hardy did his part and he got in as deep as he could go but…it wasn’t enough. The players weren’t big enough. The SIS didn’t have enough to catch Koslakov red-handed. They believe if the Saints’ parent chapter sanctions the move, the Mafia will be directly involved.”
Trey’s head spun as he sat down again and spread his hands out on the table. “What about Raymond Jackson and the Abandonato family?”
“Like us…they’ve got immunity. At this point, the Feds feel like they can do more for the country by catching the really bad guys with people like us. We move in their circles, and get the evidence needed to successfully prosecute these scumbags.”
“And Riley? What happened there?”
“He was a rat,” Cillian replied in an icy voice. “He sold privileged information to Aztecas Infierno. The club isn’t on any database and that’s the only way this situation works. We must maintain our outlaw status - the situation won’t function any other way.
“It was unauthorized kill and I could have spent time in prison for what I did…though it wouldn’t have been anywhere here in Nevada. Gisela managed to get me off on a technicality but that didn’t stop the state from looking into her background. She was almost disbarred behind me for Christ’s sake. As you can see, sure, we take liberties, but we aren’t above the law.”
Trey’s hands ran through his short dark hair. “So, let me get this straight: you two already know Eve approached me and offered me a deal? Immunity, two different passports, and money for information gleaned from my hacking skills regarding Aztecas Infierno and the Koslakov Mafia.”
“Well, we do now.” Cillian looked at his brother before he glanced at his father. “I knew you were meeting Eve in SoCal. Gisela told me as much…after all, she knew about Kyra setting something up between you two. Now, just so you don’t think she betrayed your trust, she didn’t. Kyra didn’t tell a soul. Gisela discovered it on her own accord.”
“Now we know Eve’
s been in contact and what she wanted, we understand the government doesn’t intend to shut us down just yet.”
“What happens to the Bastards?”
Dizzy’s crystal blue eyes hardened. “I honestly don’t know, son. If Jonesy did what the government is accusin’ him of doin’ then even I can’t save him. I’ll do me best but…RICO is a beast and it’s taken down greater criminal organizations than a motorcycle club.”
“And Kyra? What do I tell her?”
“She knows enough,” Cillian responded in a non-committal manner. “What we just told you never ever is breathed outside this room. Hardy is informed and so is Ronan, but that’s the extent. Everyone else is on a need-to-know basis. It’s the only way. As for the women, Gisela and Naomi know everything too. Naomi is a Fed working on the inside, actin’ as a double agent but both sides know about the other. Her immediate superiors don’t, but the real people in the government she directly reports to do. Gisela’s father is protected and that is why she’s been informed.”
“I trust Kyra, Trey.” Dizzy stared at his son intensely. “Really, I do. But I must draw the line with her knowing everything. Her father is being pursued by the Feds and desperate people do foolish things when their family is at stake. It’s best for you that she never knows how deep the relationship is between the Feds and the Saints.
“She might believe you can perform some sort of…miracle for her father and get him out of these charges, but you can’t. The only way this works for Jonesy is he must go through the court of law and his case will have to play out in court. Other than that, he can make a deal with the Feds but that’s not our concern nor can we broker it for him. Jonesy made his bed, and now, he’s gonna have to lay in it.”
“Understood. No one will ever know what we discussed today and, as far as I’m concerned, this conversation never took place,” Trey replied, resigned as he got to his feet.
Cillian and his father also stood.
“I’m proud of you, bro.” He smiled and walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Trey faced his father.
“I’ve told you as much as I could…as much as I should. There is so much more to this story and I’m sorry you had to hear the Cliff Notes version. When the time comes, you’ll know the whole truth. I promise you that, son.”
“We’ve got the rest of our lives to catch up. You have no idea how much I wish I’d grown up with you in my life. I’m not gonna lie and say that Tim wasn’t a good father figure, because he was, but it’s not the same as bein’ with your flesh and blood,” he replied in a somber tone.
“I know, me son.” Dizzy sighed as he walked over and pat him on the back. “Tim is a good man but he wears his heart on his sleeve. He never forgave me for what I did to him, and I don’t blame him. He isn’t like Cillian. For all intents and purposes, Caitlin is his daughter and he’d never treat her any different. Doesn’t matter he didn’t feel the same way about Brianna as he feels about Gisela. She’s still his heart and he’d be crushed if you ever did to her what I inflicted upon you.”
“I’ve assured Cillian I would never do that. Caitlin may be my daughter by blood but she’s his - he raised her from the time she was born until now. As far as I’m concerned, the only woman who will ever be the mother of my children is Kyra.”
“Another fiery, Celtic redhead—just like Brianna. However, I must say I have much more faith in your woman than I ever had in my ex-daughter-in-law.”
They laughed together before he’d left the clubhouse with Cillian, drove to Birch Tree Hospital, and picked up Kyra who’d recently been discharged.
This was his train of thought as he sat outside in the backyard, a beer in his hand. The home Kyra and Trey purchased together in Serenity Village was obnoxiously huge. Three thousand square feet spread over two stories, four bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms, a living room upstairs, and a formal sitting room and large dining room downstairs.
There was also a small room downstairs Kyra had turned into an office. He also had his computer equipment in there too. They had matching his and her desks where he had his top of the line Mac Desktop with a twenty-inch screen he used for hacking.
Trey kept his promise and ran a bath for Kyra as soon as they’d gotten home from the hospital. Although he’d hoped they would be able to make love, once she finished bathing and lay down in bed, moments later, she fell asleep.
He couldn’t focus on his job or what had happened to the club during the last couple of days. All he thought about was Kyra and how much he wanted to help her, but to do so would betray his club and put too many people’s lives at risk.
The water rippled in the pool with a gentle breeze that stirred the air while he swigged from his beer. It would have been easier if there was anything he could do other than worry about Kyra and the situation her father faced. He loved her and would do anything for her but he couldn’t forgive Jonesy for what he’d done to the club.
It was beyond exhausting, what they’d been through, but he never felt as helpless as he did now. His hands were tied and all he could do was be there for her during a time in her life she desperately needed his support.
She’d been there for him when he needed her most the previous November; at the time, he felt like he was drowning in his emotions. He’d sunk so low, he didn’t believe he would ever recover, and he’d gladly return the favor in kind.
He loved her with all his heart and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her but unfortunately, the promise he made to Dizzy and Cillian prevented him from being honest with her. Still, he felt torn by the overwhelming emotions he had for her versus the loyalty he had to his family and the club.
Trey could only hope when the time came, she would forgive him.
Once they were married and settled down, and the current issues had passed, he could be honest with her. Knowing they were husband and wife would solve many of the trust issues; sacred vows—and the law would bind her specifically—to never betray him. Why this mattered to him so much came strictly from his own upbringing. His parents’ adult lives had been nothing but one giant secret, and yet they’d never deceived one another, no matter how much the truth hurt.
“Hey, sweetie.” Trey turned as she walked outside in a pair of white sleep shorts and a matching cami. “What are you doing out here? Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, as good as can be.” He swigged from his bottle of beer. “What about you? How are you feelin’?”
“Better. I’ve rested and I feel like myself again. You must be starving, do you want me to make dinner?”
He shook his head. “Quiet as it’s kept, I can cook, babe. I’ve been on my own most of my life and I have never waited on a woman to make me somethin’ to eat. Plus, Keri didn’t know shit about cookin’. If it wasn’t for me knowin’ how to cook, we would’ve starved.”
Kyra walked closer to him. “So, what did you make?”
Trey finished off his beer. “Salmon with risotto and steamed asparagus.”
She smiled seductively as she sat on his lap. “Mmm, that doesn’t sound like a very manly meal to me. Where’s the meat and potatoes?”
“Babe, you’re good enough to eat. I figured if I needed something more substantial…you’d be it.”
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” she replied before her lips kissed his softly.
Everything about Kyra was feminine, sexy, and delectable, from the curves of her body to the beauty of her warm, smooth freckle-covered flesh. How could he deny how much he loved and cared about her no matter what happened in the past? Though he still had so much to tell her, he knew instinctively they would never be the type of couple to hide anything from one another, including how they truly felt.
Their kiss turned passionate as his tongue connected with hers and she straddled his lap, bucking her hips against his growing erection. His cock ached to be released and sated inside her body, yet she made it hard to think past their mouths pressed together in a soothing caress.
/> Trey lifted her up, cupping her ass around his waist as he walked them inside, swinging the back door closed behind them with his foot. They made it as far as the living room before he laid her down on the sofa, snatching her shorts and panties off with determined hands.
His face, so close to her pussy, trailed kisses down her stomach before he licked her clit hungrily. His mouth surrounded the nub and suckled it greedily as she moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as her thighs spread further apart, her hips bucking as he continued to nibble and suck, as two fingers slid inside her.
The warmth and wetness spread as he easily brought her to an earth shattering orgasm that had her mewling with sated desire.
“Still hungry, honey?” she questioned, her eyes heavy-lidded and lust-filled.
Trey winked at her. “My cock is starvin’, babe.”
Kyra sat up and removed her cami, revealing her gorgeous breasts, hard nipples on display in the air-conditioned room. His mouth reached for them as he grabbed both breasts and held them together. He devoured both nipples at the same time, licking, sucking and tasting her delicious flesh.
She pulled away abruptly and unbuttoned his pants before her skillful hands grabbed his erection. Her mouth sank down on the mushroom head of his dick and he sighed. Her tongue stroked the underside of his length with sweeping strokes before she slid him all the way past her rosy, pink lips. As her head bobbed up and down, taking him in and out of her warm, wet mouth, he clenched his teeth together and held out.
One of her hands played with his balls, cupping them, stroking them lightly as she continued to fuck him with her mouth. He pulled away just in time, within a hair-width of losing all self-control and coming down her throat.
“Get on your knees and grip the sofa with your ass in the air,” Trey commanded as he rid his body of his t-shirt and removed his jeans.
Kyra turned around and obeyed his command, her ass cheeks in the air as her pussy glistened with her own juices.
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