by Sam Crescent
“I’d never hurt Mel. You guys know me. I do stupid shit all the time, but I never harm what belongs to me. I’m fucking insulted you’d even think I would.”
Saint was aware of several of the brothers behind him.
“Fuck, I was here all night partying, and you know I don’t hurt Mel. I love her.”
The men behind him snorted.
“Shut the fuck up,” Pea said. “I may not be the best husband, and our marriage may not be fucking conventional, but it’s ours, and I do love her.”
Saint believed him. Melissa and Pea’s marriage was their own, and he didn’t delve into that shit.
“Time to leave, ladies,” Pea said, sitting on the edge of the bed, rubbing at his eyes. “Fuck me, I drank too much last night.”
“Who would hurt her?” Saint asked.
“I’m just trying to think.” Pea shook his head. “Councilman Wallace. He’s the only one she has been seeing, I think so.”
Saint watched as Pea reached out to grab some pants, pulling them up his thighs.
“I’m going to go and see her,” Pea said.
“Did she know you were here?” Saint asked.
“Yeah, I tell her every time where I’m going to be.” Pea pulled his jeans up. “I’m going to head on over there. Are you sure Sarah saw correctly?”
“I’m sure. This is Sarah. She wouldn’t call about nothing.”
Minutes passed and they were heading out of the clubhouse toward their bikes. Saint took the lead, riding toward Melissa and Pea’s house.
The ride did little to clear his head. He wanted to know who was hitting one of their women, and how he was going to deal with it.
Pulling onto the drive, he saw her car was already there. Saint left it to Pea to take the lead now, walking into his home.
Rage, Willy, and Shorty had all come, as had he.
Melissa came to the head of the stairs and walked down. At first look, Saint couldn’t see a problem.
“How much fucking muck do you have on your face?” Pea asked.
Saint frowned. He didn’t see her wearing all that much.
“What are you doing here? I thought you had club stuff.” Melissa tried to brush past them, but Pea caught her, pressing her against the wall.
Melissa was a beautiful woman.
Saint saw tears fill her eyes as she looked up at her husband.
“What’s going on, Mel?”
“I don’t understand what the hell is going on here, Pea.”
Pea swiped his finger across her left eye, and there, just peeking from underneath, was the bruise.
“What the fuck, Mel?”
“It’s none of your business.”
She moved away, and Pea followed her.
Rage went to follow, but Saint stopped him. “This is his job to find out who did this.”
“I know. I want to know who did. Penny will be pissed. She loves her sister no matter what.”
“Give Pea time. Do you really think he’s going to allow anyone to hurt his woman?” Saint asked.
“You know, I don’t get you. You spend a great deal of time being all silent and shit, and yet you seem to know what everyone is thinking,” Rage said.
“I know everything because I spend my time watching, Rage. It’s why I make a good Prez. I’m always watching.” The one time he hadn’t been watching and his sister ended up falling in love with a man who was totally wrong for her. He’d never take his eye off the ball again.
****
“I thought you were staying at the club, testing out the new club whores,” Melissa said, grabbing herself a cup from the top cupboard within the kitchen.
Pea was fast losing his patience with his woman. Running a hand down his face, he stared at her back, and wished she would just stop.
“Baby, turn around.”
“Why are you here?”
“I said turn the fuck around!” He lost his temper, and he slammed his hands on either side of her. “I’m not moving until you turn around, and look me in the eye.”
Melissa shook a little.
He’d never lost his temper, not in all of the years he’d been married. Pea did love her. They belonged together, and he loved their marriage. He wouldn’t see her go without, and he wouldn’t see her hurt. Yes, in the beginning he’d wanted to fuck her sister, but there was no chance in hell of that ever happening, and then he’d lost all interest in Penny.
Mel released a sigh and slowly turned around. He stared at her eyes, and the streak that he had made with his finger stood out. The bruise underneath only served to anger him.
Grabbing a paper towel, he dampened it, and moved back into position. “Wipe your eye.”
“Pea?”
“Wipe your damn eye.”
She took the paper from him and licked her lips.
It was the first time he didn’t find anything sexual in her movements. Melissa oozed sex. She was like him. They both liked the adventure, and they both had the need to explore other people.
She started to wipe her face, and he noticed how she took her time, making each movement slow. Whenever she touched her face too hard, she winced. By the time she was finished, he was so damn pissed and angry. The left side of her face was black and blue, and that only came with a fist.
“Who did it?”
“You know who did it.”
“Wallace?”
“Who else?”
“Motherfucker.”
“He wants me to marry him,” Melissa said.
Pea paused. Councilman Wallace was on the books at the club. Melissa slept with him in order to keep him sweet and compliant. Pea had never asked her to. She’d wanted the challenge, and she also liked the fact that his wife couldn’t do a damn thing about it. “He’s already married.”
“And now he wants to marry me.” She sat at the table, and he watched as she started to cry. These were not those fake tears that she tried to use on Penny. The tears were real. “He’s going to divorce his wife, and he wants me to divorce you.”
Pea didn’t like the way her words felt. It was like he’d been kicked in the gut. “What did you say?”
“I laughed and told him there was no chance of that ever happening.” More tears fell down her cheeks. “I’m scared, Pea. He said if I don’t marry him, he’s got enough on you and the club to put you away.” She turned to look at him. “There’s nothing I can do.”
“Well, fuck,” Pea said.
“He hit me when I laughed, and he told me to get things ended with you. He wants me by his side, and if I don’t cooperate with him, the cops will be coming to call.”
Pea nodded. “Okay. Saint!” He called toward his Prez, who entered the room seconds later. He asked Mel to repeat everything she had said to him.
“I don’t know what to do. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” She was all out sobbing, and Pea just couldn’t stand it. Going to her, he knelt down and pulled her against him, trying his best to offer her comfort.
“Don’t, Mel, don’t tear yourself up about this. We can handle this together.” He kissed her head, and only when she had stopped crying did he speak again. “We’re going to go and handle this. Go upstairs, take a long bath, and do not open the door to anyone. I’ll be back to let you know what happened, okay?”
“I don’t want anything to happen to you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me. I’ll take care of it.” He waited for her to leave before turning to his Prez. “Tell me you have a plan.”
“Councilman Wallace is on our payroll, Pea. I’ve got a plan. Come on.”
Pea followed his Prez outside of the house and made sure it was locked.
They all stood together as Saint pulled his cell phone out.
He was ready to take the fucker on.
“Wallace, hey man, sorry to bother you at such short notice, but I need your advice on a piece of property. I’m tied up all day. Can you swing by the club tonight?” Saint nodded. “Excellent. See you then.” He hung up the
call. “Round the boys up. We’re going to end this shit tonight.”
Chapter Eight
“This is a shithole,” Knife said.
“You don’t have any vision.”
“Vision? You don’t need vision with this kind of shit. Look at it, Sarah. There’s cracks in the walls that clearly shows this place is going to fall the fuck down.”
Sarah couldn’t argue. They had seen two other apartments, and this one was the worst.
“Did you just circle all the shit ones?” Knife asked.
“Thanks a lot. I circled all the ones that I could afford, thank you very much. You’ve been really nice in telling me I’m broke. I know that.” She blew him a raspberry and glanced down at the other five apartments. It was a little after seven, and she was hungry. Sarah had hoped her apartment hunting would have gone a lot better than it actually had. She was right where she had started.
He moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Why don’t we buy one together?”
“I don’t have enough to buy, only to rent, and no, you’re not going to be buying me an apartment.”
“Okay, how about we rent one together?” he asked.
Sarah sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to get a decent place without him. “Fine, we can rent a place together. I’m not going to stop working.”
“Of course not. I’m not made of money. I need you working your sexy ass off.” His hands moved down to cup her ass giving a little growl as he did. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
She leaned back against him as her pussy grew slick.
“Give me the paper,” he said.
Holding up the paper, she saw it was clear no sex was on the cards for tonight. She watched as he opened it up, scanned three pages before settling on a place. “This one.”
She leaned over and saw that apartment was a two bedroom, with a kitchen, bathroom, dining room, and sitting room. There was even a small veranda for her to sit out on. Reading through the quick brief, the building also benefited from a laundry room along with a gym and pool. Sarah liked it, but when she clocked the price, she snorted. “No.”
“We can afford that.”
“You don’t know how much I earn.”
“I know how much I earn, and I know what you were paying for the place you shared with Ralf. This is perfect, and it’s just outside of Sinners’ Corner. It’s the perfect gateway for people of the city to get to work, but to not live at work. This is where we’re going.”
Before she could protest, he was already outside, moving toward his bike. Once again he handed her the helmet, and she growled, stamping her foot. “I don’t want to.”
“You behaving like a child is cute, but it’s not going to get you any cock. You’re not turning me on. I’m not into age play.”
Turning her frown into a smile, she chuckled. “I wasn’t trying to turn you on.” She took the helmet from him. “What’s the plan?”
“We’re going to ride over and check this place out.”
He straddled the bike, and she climbed on behind him, holding onto his waist. She settled her face against his shoulder as he pulled away from the apartment block, making his way toward Sinners’ Corner. She let out her squeal as he picked up speed. Riding at Knife’s back was one of the few pleasures she never wanted to give up.
The ride lasted another thirty minutes, and by the time she climbed off his bike she was horny as fuck. Handing him the helmet, she gasped as he pulled her into his arms. “Are you soaking wet for me?”
“You bet I am.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her body against him. Being with him was as natural as breathing. “We have nowhere to go.”
“I’ll figure that out. Come on, let’s go and check out the room.”
They went to see the manager, and she was surprised to see that he was expecting her. Knife gave her that knowing look. “I called him this afternoon.”
“You knew none of those places would be good enough?”
“I checked them out while you finished work. You’re going to love this place.” He took the key from the manager, and they moved toward the elevator. “I’ll take it from here, Bill.”
She gave the manager a wave. Seconds later the elevator closed, and Knife pressed her against the corner, cupping her face. “What the fuck do you do to me?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” She moaned as he pressed his rock hard cock against her. “Wow, I do that?”
“You do that and more. I can’t get you out of my head.”
The doors opened, and he grabbed her hand. Her cheeks were on fire as they passed another couple. Keeping her head bent, she stumbled into his back where he’d stopped to insert a key.
He flicked the light on and closed the door behind her. Sarah stared at the apartment, and she just knew it was the one. The walls were plain magnolia, the ceiling a pristine white, but it just felt like home. There was no furniture, but she could easily see herself staying there.
“The front desk offers an added layer of security as well. Bill knew we were coming, but they usually have a guard stationed at the door who will approve all visitors. He stops general sales and all that bullshit.”
Sarah was speechless. The apartment was more than she could have ever hoped. Going from the sitting room toward the dining room, she went through a doorway to a luxury kitchen. Everything was just perfect. From there she went to the first bedroom, then through to a second. The bathroom was large as well.
“I can’t afford this,” she said.
Knife moved up behind her, placing a hand on her waist. “We can afford this place. I’ll still stick to our one night a week deal.”
She shook her head. “There’s two rooms.” She laughed. “I couldn’t throw you out of an apartment that you’re paying for.”
“So is that a yes?”
Staring at the bathtub there was just no way she could turn it down.
“Yes. We’re going to move in together.” She spun in his arms, and Knife pressed her against the wall.
“Good, because I already put a three month deposit down.”
“Knife—”
“Shut up. The only way I want to hear you say my name is crying out. I’m going to fuck you.” He opened the button of her jeans, sliding them down her thighs. At the same time she tried to tear open his jeans. Knife moved her hands away and grabbed a condom from his pocket. His cock sprang free, and he quickly rolled the condom over his length. Lifting her legs up, he found her entrance, and slid home.
They both moaned together, and Knife pressed his head against hers.
“This is how it’s going to be between us, Sarah. This explosion, this passion, it’s never going to end.”
Sarah held onto him, believing it. She had never expected to feel this way. Knife, he crashed through her walls of protection and shattered her world. When she was at her lowest point, he didn’t try to take advantage. He was there to hold her hand, and be a friend.
He was her friend, her lover, and so much more.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby, so hot and so tight.”
She cried out, screaming his name.
Knife pounded inside her, and he went deeper than ever before. “All mine, baby. You’re all mine.”
He spent the rest of the night showing her exactly how she belonged to him.
****
Saint sat in his club with his men. Pea looked ready to kill, Rage was pissed, and just about every single one of his men wanted to slaughter the man that they were waiting for. They were bikers. They killed with ease, and laughed while they did. They worked hard, fucked harder, and they never said sorry. However, no matter how bad they were, they never hurt a woman.
The whole club knew about Pea and Melissa’s marriage. They had a fucked up relationship, but it worked for them. Saint didn’t know how Pea did it. If a guy looked at his woman, he’d have killed the bastard. From what he knew, Pea had even walked in on Melissa while she’d been fucking another man.
/>
There hadn’t been any jealousy, and they had been married a long time now.
Saint took a sip of the whiskey and watched the door. The club whores had been told to leave the main bar, and were waiting for the men in the back.
“What’s the plan?” Zeus asked.
“Follow my lead, and you’ll know what the plan is.” Saint eased back, closing his eyes. The tension in the room mounted, and in the few precious seconds he was able to call his own, Saint let his mind wander. He thought about his sister, and his little niece Bluebell. They were his world, but even as he tried to stop, he couldn’t stop her from entering his thoughts. Her red hair, her porcelain skin, and her curves, fuck, her curves had driven him crazy with need. He wouldn’t think of her name. He couldn’t do it.
“Saint, it’s either me or the club. What’s it going to be?”
His father had still been alive, and he’d been a Prospect. It was so long ago, nearly ten years now, and he’d walked away from her, and worked for the club. She had been the only woman he ever loved, but she’d seen what it was doing to him. Rubbing his eyes, he contained his annoyance as he heard the car driving into the parking lot.
Opening his eyes, he took another sip of his whiskey, and waited.
Ralf drinking heavily near the bar drew his attention, and he frowned. Saint didn’t like the spiral that Ralf was going down. He wasn’t the same guy he remembered, and there was just something off about him. For the first time with Ralf, he didn’t trust him.
Making a note to talk to him, Saint brought his focus back to the main door. Councilman Wallace entered the club looking all smug. Even as he looked around the clubroom, he still continued to look smug as fuck.
Sipping at his whiskey, Saint stared at the man who’d hurt a woman.
“Wallace,” Saint said. “Take a seat.”
“This makes a refreshing change, Saint, being invited to the clubhouse. You usually stop by my office to discuss business.”
“Yeah, I do. Well, this is not about business.”
The look on Wallace’s face was priceless. It was like the stupid fucker had just realized that he was in danger. “You said you had some business for me to handle.”