OPEN SCARS (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book Three) (Devil Call MC Talon & Everly 3)

by Ana W. Fawkes

  I brought my fingers down and slipped them into her pussy. She was still throbbing, slower by the second. Each time I pulled my fingers out it brought more wetness.

  I then placed my hands to her legs again and grinned. “Damn, beautiful, I don't get how a pussy could taste that good.”

  “Fuck, Talon, you make me fucking come so hard and fast.”

  “It’s you, not me,” I said. “Here…”

  I brought my two fingers to her pussy again and collected some of her wetness. I offered Everly my fingers, wanting to see how crazy she could be for me.

  Her mouth quickly came forward, sucking on my fingers, tasting her own sweet release.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  I stood up and Everly hurried and put a hand to my pants. She squeezed and then moved for my zipper.

  “I don’t have time, beautiful,” I said.

  “You don’t need time,” she said. “Just hurry and fuck me. Fill me, Talon.”

  Everly reached into my pants and struggled to get my hard cock out. She then stroked me once and hurried to turn around on the bed. She stuck her ass and pussy high in the air for me, being my dirty whore.

  I slapped her ass with both hands and she moaned. There was a part of me that hated her in this position, but then again, I was the fucking man in control of her. I was the one running this entire thing in the clubhouse and MC. And Everly was all fucking mine.

  Ass in the air, her sweet pussy still dripping for me, I grabbed the root of my cock and came forward. I didn’t have much time so I had to make sure this counted.

  I thrust hard and deep into her. My hands gripped her hips and pulled her back. My cock was buried. She was aching and throbbing against me. She had her head to the side, her hair in her face, breathing heavily, her hair jumping around with her breaths.

  “Fuck,” I growled.

  I pulled back and fucked again. And again. And again.

  I pounded at Everly, forgetting that she was a woman I cared about. Forgetting that she was a woman that I would perhaps think about a future with. Forgetting that she was a woman who had needs and wants of her own.

  All I saw and felt was a tight pussy wanting me to explode deep inside her.

  I fucked her hard and fast, my fingers digging harder into her body. I crawled my hands down to her beautiful ass and squeezed as tight as I could. I moved her back and forth over my cock as I thrust, waiting for body to just let go.

  And when it fucking did… goddamn.

  I held myself in place as I started to come and I moved Everly on me, using her perfect body to pull it all out of me. Over and over, pumping and pulling, making her pussy work to get all that release out of me.

  It was goddam beautiful.

  When I finished, I pulled out and threw Everly forward. She collapsed on her belly on the bed. Her ass was red and raw with marks from my fingers.

  I tucked my cock away and crouched down again.

  Everly would be my whore anytime I wanted her that way. But even still, I fucking cared about her. I… maybe I even loved her in some way.

  I came forward and gently kissed her ass. One kiss on each cheek. I then slithered up her back and moved the hair out of her face. I kept my body tight to hers and kissed her. I kissed her hard, fast, wild. And then I offered one soft kiss.

  That was us. That’s what we were.

  Wild one second. Soft the next.

  And it was fucking perfect.

  “I have to go,” I whispered.

  “Please come back to me alive,” Everly said, her voice crackling a little.

  “Always, beautiful. Always.”

  In reality, I meant to say… I hope, beautiful. I hope.

  10.

  (Talon)

  I packed up two guns and a knife. I pulled at my leather cut and looked defiantly at myself in the mirror. The reflection wasn’t all that bad either, as I could see Everly on the bed, face down, still wearing nothing from the waist down.

  I left the room and walked to the front of the clubhouse. Layne, Austin, Buzzy, and Drave were sitting together. The rest of the guys were scattered throughout.

  “I’m riding,” I said. “I have to take care of this now.”

  “Talon, nobody meant anything…” Layne tried stammering something out.

  I waved a hand. “Jony is going to keep fucking with me until I settle this. He’s mad I’m not dead. He wants Brocke overrun with his drug business and shit. You know that. I’m going to face him, man to man. When the rest of our problems get settled, then we can start a new war. Or finish an old one. However you want to look at it.”

  “Christ,” Buzzy said. He slammed a beer bottle on the bar. “This is not how shit gets done. We talk. We vote. We act. We follow the decision of the vote and the guidance of the President.”

  “Then maybe you should put the patch on,” I said. “Why not? You speak high and mighty. Take it then. Make it count.”

  Buzzy stared at me and swallowed. “No. I don’t want it.”

  “Nobody does,” I said. “At least it seems that way.”

  “What do we do about Hollis?” Austin asked. “Those people aren’t going to just disappear. That was a clear message.”

  “They killed one of our brothers,” I said. “But Hollis was far off the deep end. We will take care of our problems. I’m starting right now.”

  I walked away and left the clubhouse. I got on my ride and started it. The thunder helped to chase my thoughts away.

  I rode through Brocke and right to the same shit bar where Jony and the Rilen Lost hung out. As I rolled up, I knew I wasn’t going to stay there like last time. Fuck that. I took out one of my guns and started to shoot. The first four rides I saw now had flat front tires.

  The door burst open and they all started to pile out. Jony came cutting through the crowd, shotgun in hand. I pointed my gun at Jony and he jumped back. He knew it was me. I shot the tires out on two more rides and then waved, hoping Jony would take the fucking hint.

  I sped away and looked back once to see Jony getting on his motorcycle. He started to follow me, along with two other guys. I shook my head. Jony was such a pussy. He could never just face someone one on one. He always had someone there to help. Or someone to do his dirty work.

  I didn’t intend on having a high speed chase, just a little ride to meet and talk.

  I pulled over at a nice clearing. Far enough away from everything that was kind of nice and private.

  Jony came skidding to a halt and jumped off his motorcycle. I hurried and pulled out my gun again, making sure I had the control here.

  Jony put his hands up. “Easy now, Talon. What’s with all this?”

  “I wanted to talk to you.”

  “Ever hear of a phone? Or a simple hello?”

  “I don’t work like that. Tell your guys to fuck off. This is between you and me.”

  “How do I know you don’t have your guys out there, waiting?” Jony asked. “Come on, Talon, I wasn’t born yesterday. I know how an ambush works.”

  I pointed my gun into the air and emptied the clip. I pulled the trigger again and again, letting it click. I dropped the gun and approached Jony.

  “I’m not here to shoot you,” I said. “Or kill you.”

  “Then what the fuck do you want?” Jony asked.

  “You think I’m in bed with the badge?”

  Jony laughed. “That’s what this is about? A little conversation I had. I mean, come on, Talon, you were in my lot and then a detective shows up. That’s heat, brother. Nobody wants heat.”

  “Fuck you, Jony. You want Brocke. You want what Devil Call has. You’re not going to get it.”

  “That’s what you came to tell me?”

  “Exactly.”

  “Something that could have been done through a phone,” Jony said.

  “I’m going to knock your goddamn jaw off your face,” I said. “That’s why I’m here.”

  “You know,” Jony said. “The problem with trying to be so
tough… it fucks your mind a little. You forget about power. You think you have it all. Then… you don’t.”

  Jony took a step back.

  His two goons came rushing at me. I reached for my knife and slashed one of the guys in the face. He spun and screamed. The other guy tackled me to the ground. It would have hurt no matter what, but nursing bullet wounds made it hurt like a motherfucker. My hand opened and I lost my knife.

  “Stand him up!” Jony barked. “I want him for myself. Don’t fucking hurt him.”

  The guy pulled me up and I swung at him. My punch wasn’t as accurate or as powerful as I would have liked, but it did the trick, sending the guy stumbling back.

  I turned and Jony was there, fist cocked back, a set of brass knuckles on his hand.

  Fuck.

  The hit got me at my cheek, metal to skin and bone, hurting like fuck.

  I spun around and stumbled toward my motorcycle. Jony was fast. He ran at me and turned me around again.

  “Hold him!” he ordered.

  His two goons went to work. One bled from the nose. The other bled from the cheek. They grabbed my arms and held me steady, keeping my arms locked up tight so I couldn’t defend myself against Jony.

  I spit at Jony and shook my head. “Never man enough. Ever. Rilen Lost… what a bunch of fucking pussies.”

  “Lift his shirt,” Jony said. “Show me where he was shot.”

  Fuck. This was not good, at all.

  The guys lifted my shirt and did whatever they needed to do to show Jony what he wanted to see. The wounds weren’t fresh, but they were sore. They could bleed. They needed time to fully heal and scar over.

  “Goddamn,” Jony said. “I can’t believe that happened to you after you left, bringing that heat with you.”

  “I didn’t bring anyone with me,” I said. “He’s been on our ass for a long time. He’s digging for something that’s not there. I’m not part of anything he’s doing.”

  “And yet, I don’t believe you,” Jony said. “Put his shirt down.”

  “Just let me go,” I said. “You want a fight, Jony, be a man about it. You want to take over and take down Devil Call, be a man.”

  “I’ll get what I want,” Jony said. “Soon.”

  “Why didn’t you attack when I was gone?”

  “Easier to kill you in prison,” Jony said. “Less work and mess. If you were dead, the club would have eventually killed itself. Self inflicted.”

  “How’d that fucking work out?” I asked with a grin.

  Jony threw another fist. He skipped my face and punched me in the shoulder, right where I had been shot. And goddamn did it hurt. I would have rather gotten smacked in the head with a baseball bat.

  Two more of the same punches and Jony ordered the guys to let me go. When they did, I dropped to my knees. Jony kicked me at another spot where I’d been shot and took me down to the ground. He then unleashed kick after kick, groaning as he did so. If it were one of his guys, kicking me in my ribs would have been broken. But it was Jony. He was weak. Christ, it hurt, but I wasn’t in any danger of dying. I just had to take it for the moment, since the other guys had their guns drawn.

  Jony continued for a few more seconds and then backed away.

  “Come on,” he said. “He’s had enough for one day. Talon, you better listen to me, and good. Devil Call is dying. You can’t save it. You won’t. I know that because you came out here alone. That means either they’re too weak to help or you’re too far away from them all they don’t want to be here with you. You're done. If I were you, the next person you shoot… should be yourself.”

  I pushed myself to my hands and felt the pain rolling through my body. I touched my shoulder and damn, it hurt. I pulled my sleeve back and looked. Thankfully I wasn’t bleeding, just red and hurting. That kind of pain would go away in a little bit. But the fear Jony had was real and wouldn’t go away. I’d kill the motherfucker, and hopefully soon.

  The three motorcycles revved and took off, leaving me looking at a cloud of dust.

  As the dust started to fade, I lowered my head. I took a few deep breaths, not trying to take in the pain Jony had caused me, but trying to take in the words he had said.

  He was fucking right.

  I was alone out there. Whether I screamed at everyone to leave me alone or not didn’t matter. We were a fucking MC. We were brothers. That meant we went with each other. All the damn time. Good or bad situations, it was about the club, about respect, about loyalty.

  And I was alone.

  All fucking alone in all this shit.

  The club had to fix itself. The club needed a President.

  If I wasn’t going to just take the damn patch for myself, we needed a vote on it. And soon. Orders needed to be properly given. The town of Brocke needed Devil Call MC right now. We had to keep Rilen Lost at bay. Jony needed to die. The Los Ahn needed close watching to keep their drugs and bullshit out of town. And we needed to find who tried to take me out and who took shot a at Layne and Everly.

  I made a fist and punched the ground.

  “That’s not going to make things better,” a voice said.

  I turned my head and saw nothing but a set of legs. Long and beautiful legs. Silky and glistening. Small, tight calf muscles and blood red heels. I followed the legs as they turned into a dress and turned into a woman.

  “Who are you?” I asked.

  “Just trying to help a man in need,” she said, her voice soft and seductive.

  “I’m fine. Get out of here.”

  “No, you’re not fine, Talon.” She crouched down as my brain scrambled.

  “Talon?” I asked. “You know my name.”

  “Oh, I know plenty about you,” she said. She reached out and touched my hair. “So much about you. I’ve seen you. I’ve seen what you’re capable of.”

  “Get the hell away from me,” I said.

  I started to move and the woman put her hands up. “Easy, Talon. You’re going to hurt yourself even more. I’m sorry that guy got the best of you this time.”

  “This time?” I asked. “Three on one isn’t very fair.”

  “Depends on the circumstances,” the woman smiled. “I wouldn’t mind three of you on me.”

  “What the…”

  She slowly opened her legs. I couldn’t help but look between her legs. Christ, she was wearing panties that matched her heels. And she didn’t give a shit that I was staring up her dress.

  “Come on, stand up,” she said. “We have to talk.”

  She stood and I jumped to my feet. Before I could move, she started to pat at my leather, kicking up dust. I backed away, taking her by the wrist.

  “I’m good,” I said. “I don’t need help.”

  “Oh, but every man needs help. That’s why women like me exist. To serve. To protect. To help. With anything.”

  She then started to scratch me with her nails at my arm, smiling. I hurried to pull away from her.

  “Listen, lady…”

  “Lady? I’m not a lady, Talon. I’m a woman. All woman. And my name is Jade.”

  Jade?

  “Thanks for checking on me,” I said. “I’m fine though.”

  I turned around and there was a black car parked next to my motorcycle. A driver sat in the driver’s seat, the back door open. I then felt hot breath to my neck as Jade had snuck up next to me.

  “I know everything, Talon,” she purred at me. “I know about what you did. Who you killed. That you were on surveillance while it happened.”

  I looked at Jade as anger flooded me. “What the fuck did you just say?”

  “You heard me.”

  I moved at her. She was supposed to back up, but she didn’t. I bumped my body into hers. She threw her head back and let out a groan. Her hands grabbed at the side of my leather cut.

  “Do it harder, Talon.”

  I quickly jumped back away from Jade. My eyes couldn’t stop scanning her body. It seemed impossible that she could fit into that damn dress.
Hugging her body tight. Her curves were wild and in the right spots.

  “What the fuck do you want?” I asked.

  “I want to help you,” Jade said. “Just come with me. I want you to meet my brother. We can arrange something. We care about Brocke just as much as you do. Things have changed all around, Talon. You didn’t serve a life sentence, but you were in there for a while.”

  “Fuck,” I growled. “You need something from me, call me.”

  I turned and started to walk toward my ride.

  “Okay. I’ll make a call. To Detective John Linike.”

  I froze. I looked over my shoulder. Jade reached into the top of her dress and produced a business card. She flicked her finger at it and smiled.

  “He gave me his card,” Jade said. “He’s concerned. He’s really trying to break his case open. He’s got it bad for you, Talon. Almost as bad as I have it. Except he wants throw you on death row. I… well, I just want to throw you to my silk sheeted bed and fuck you until you can’t remember your name.”

  I kept walking. My hands were balled up into fists.

  This was the reason why the MC needed to stick together. For shit just like this.

  I got on my motorcycle and started it. I looked at Jade as she walked with that same tick-tock movement that Everly had. She walked to the backdoor of the car and stood there.

  What the fuck was I supposed to do right now? If she knew something about those tapes… if she knew something about Tommy… I didn’t want her coming to the clubhouse and causing problems.

  So I fucking nodded.

  My signal of yes, fine, I’ll follow.

  At least I still had a gun and a knife on me.

  11.

  (Talon)

  The building was big and expensive, sleek and black, looking intimidating from the ground and the sky. There was no name on the building and no indication of what the building was meant for, or what kind of business was done within the walls and stories.

  The black car stopped and Jade climbed out of the back. I parked my ride next to the car and she walked to me. She gripped her hand around one of the handlebars and slowly moved it up and down.