Oath Keepers MC: The Collection

by Sapphire Knight

  She takes a deep breath to calm down once she realizes my demands are coming from being concerned about her safety. She looks at the floor for a second then begins to apologize. “I am grateful for dinner; you’ve been kind and it came out wrong. I didn’t think that you were just telling me about the apartment because of the area. I thought you were throwing it in my face because it’s not nice like your house.”

  I shake my head at her as I walk toward her. I push her back onto the bed. I roughly pull her shorts and underwear down her mid-thigh. I bend her legs straight up so her pink pussy peeks through her thighs.

  Her eyes widen, and she looks shocked like she wasn’t expecting it. I undo my button and then my zipper as I lean over her; before she can say anything I shove my dick deep into her. She gasps loudly and I swallow it as I kiss her. God, she gets me so wound up and turned on.

  “Just fucking submit to me, London. It’ll make it so much easier if you just do as I tell you and let me take care of you like you should be.”

  She deserves so much more than what she has.

  I wish she would just let me show her. I may be really easygoing when we have fun and go out, but at home and in the bedroom I like to be in charge.

  “Oh, Cameron, geez that feels good; fuck me harder.” She wraps her hand around the nape of my neck and yanks on my hair.

  She wants it rough? Then I’ll give it to her. I grab her hands and hold them down above her head in my left hand. Her legs are draped over my left arm still secured together in her shorts wrapped around her thighs. I wrap my right hand in her long hair and tug her head back until her neck is exposed.

  I drive hard into her…over and over. She moans loudly and has her eyes glued shut the entire time.

  “I said fucking submit to me, London! I run this show, I’m in charge. I fuck this pussy how I want to, and you do as I say. You hear me, London? Submit!” I demand in a strong, loud voice.

  She needs to learn what I want. I can make her feel good if she gives up trying to control everything. Her cunt starts to convulse, and I grin while she begs.

  I love it when she begs me.

  “Okay, Cam, okay, I’ll submit. Oh, that feels so good, just don’t stop, please. Please!” Her eyes blink open for a second then slam shut, and she looks as if she’s in bliss.

  She’s so hot, with those beautiful, exotic-looking blue eyes and shiny black hair. I start to feel my nuts tighten up and know I’m going to come soon.

  I pull a little harder on her hair. “Tell me who’s in charge, London, say it.”

  I pump into her harder so that my nuts smack into her ass each time I’m deep inside her. Sweat drips down my chest and forehead as I concentrate. I eagerly wait to hear her plead with me.

  I unwind her hair and use my middle finger to scoop up some of her pussy juice that’s leaking around my dick. I reach under her and press my finger deep in her ass. She cries out loudly, and then moans while I pump it in and out of her tight, puckered ass.

  Her pussy floods with wetness and she starts to come again. I watch her lean her head back and open her mouth in a silent scream. I pull my finger out of her ass and demand again.

  “Say it now, London.”

  “You are, Cameron, you, I promise it.”

  “That’s right,” I growl out and feel myself release inside her warm, wet center. I won. She finally gave in and gave me what I wanted.

  Chapter 5

  “So, Emily’s going crazy. I guess Tate told her they’re going to dinner to meet his parents and he only gave her a few hours’ notice.” London giggles as she tells me about her afternoon helping Emily get ready for dinner this evening. She’s really excited, so I smile at her. She’s adorable when she gets wound up about something that makes her happy.

  “That’s cool. I think it’s a little too soon to be taking her to the parents’ house, though.” I shrug.

  I would never take a female to meet my parents so soon. I need to make sure she can handle their expectations of being involved with our family. My parents are very involved in upholding a good appearance and expect anyone directly involved with my family to do so as well.

  “What do you mean it’s too soon? They’ve been seeing each other for a few months now. It’s already been one and a half months since I got here. Are you saying you wouldn’t bring me to meet your parents yet?”

  Great, now she’s putting me on the spot. I didn’t want to talk about Tate’s precious relationship in the first place. Now she’s turning this onto our relationship. I’m going to be honest with her about it, but I know it will hurt her feelings.

  “No, it’s way too soon to bring you to meet my parents. You know they have certain expectations about things like that.” She looks upset, but it’s the truth.

  In all honesty, I don’t know if London will ever meet my parents. She’s not exactly their idea of a future daughter-in-law. She looks like she’s straight out of a pinup magazine; she’s extremely loud and doesn’t have a submissive personality. Maybe after we’ve been together for a while and she’s toned it down a little.

  “Yeah, you’re right, I couldn’t care less. I like being able to do my own thing without relationship expectations.”

  Yep, she’s completely pissed. Ugh. I’m not wasting time dealing with her drama over this conversation.

  “Whatever, London. I have stuff I need to do; I’ll be back later.”

  I take off out of the house and get into my car. I’ll head to Konstantin’s club and have some drinks. It’ll kill a few hours, and I’ll come back after she’s in bed. That’ll get me out of dealing with this shit.

  Our relationship has been getting rocky lately, and this parents thing just stirred it up even more.

  ****

  Two and a half weeks ago…

  “I can’t believe it’s already been two weeks since Emily and Tate’s accident. I’m so glad they’re okay,” London rambles on while we eat our lunch at McAlister’s Deli.

  I had the Club Royal, and she had the regular club. She’s been eating everything in sight lately, so I thought this would be a good, healthier alternative and get her out of the house, too. She’s been swarming over Emily, taking care of her after their horrible accident. I still can’t get over the fact Emily has a twin sister she never knew about.

  How freaking creepy.

  “I know. You’ve been great taking care of her at the house. I’m glad she put Tate out of his misery and officially moved in. You ready to go?”

  She’s been looking a little pale and sweaty. I hope she’s not coming down with anything with the weather change. I keep getting onto her about wearing a jacket, but I bet she hasn’t listened, as usual. It’s gotten chillier as winter makes its way to Tennessee.

  “Yes, I need to go to the bathroom first; my stomach is really upset.” She stands, appearing a bit miserable.

  I nod with sympathy. “Okay, dumplin’, hurry on and go.”

  As soon as she is in the bathroom my phone pings.

  Hans: The shipment is in.

  Me: Okay, I’ll be there after I drop my girl off.

  Hans: Okay.

  London comes walking back to the table and she seems to be worse off than when she first left.

  My poor little dumplin’.

  I tug on her hand so we can leave and she can hold onto me for some support.

  She appears like she may pass out, and it really worries me. “You okay? You look really pale.”

  She peers up at me while I speak to her and she blinks a few times, clearly trying to process everything before responding. “Yeah, I feel a little better now, but my stomach is still upset.” She sighs and grips my hand tightly.

  I switch hands with her so I can wrap my arm around her, too. I almost feel as if I should carry her to the car so she can save her energy.

  “You puked?” I guess.

  She briefly closes her eyes. “Yes, all of my yummy lunch is gone.” She gives me a pouty face after she says it, and we make our way to
the car.

  She watches me when I get in and buckle my seat belt. “Where are we going?” she questions curiously after a moment.

  “I have a few things I have to take care of, so I’m dropping you at the house,” I utter shortly, hoping she won’t ask any more questions about it.

  She frowns, bummed. “Aww, that sucks. I thought you were trying to get me out of the house?” It leaves her so quietly I nearly don’t hear her.

  I stare straight ahead, concentrating on the road as I reply to her. “Yeah, I was, but I see now that you just need to take it easy and relax.”

  And I have a shipment to take care of that you don’t need to know anything about.

  When we get home, I tuck her into bed, and then I head straight for the club.

  Hans greets me at the door as usual, and I hear music playing low—not the norm for when I’m here to do shipments.

  “What’s going on?”

  He faces ahead, merely glancing toward the private rooms as we pass before looking back at me to explain. “Gizya is here; he wants to talk business with you before you check over the shipment.”

  He continues down the dark hallway toward the private showrooms. The club has five exclusive rooms that are big enough for a party of about twenty, and each has a small stage for dancers. They can be rented for special events and meetings.

  I follow along and we stop at room number one. The door’s wide open and there’s a low beat playing. I don’t know what it is because I’ve never heard the song before.

  Glancing toward the stage, I notice a tiny, blonde woman, naked with big breasts, grinding on the pole.

  Ah, Konstantin loves his blondes.

  The man in question is sitting right in front of the stage sipping on his chilled vodka. He always has a young blonde hanging on him when he pays a visit to his clubs.

  I wonder if his crazy, mean wife knows about his fetish with young blondes.

  Konstantin spots me and beams a wide smile my direction. “Cameron! Come sit and enjoy; I wish to discuss some things.”

  Making my way to him, I sit to his side. I can still watch the chick dancing but also give Konstantin my attention.

  “Hello, sir, I hope you are doing well.” I grin and shake his hand.

  He nods. “Yes, I am, and you have been doing well here, I see. I am very pleased. Normally, I wouldn’t need your service or include you in moi Mafiya business, but I have a special request.”

  Finally. I have been slowly working my way into the Mafia scene. I think my business skills would be much more useful here rather than in the hotel business and tax fraud.

  “Oh? What can I do for you?” I question eagerly.

  “I have a motorcycle club coming to visit and check out my weapons. I would like my special guests to also try my other products. They don’t deal in it usually, from what I hear, but I feel we may reach an agreement. I would like you to get me our best cocaine and pill products. I would want enough for five people to thoroughly be able to enjoy our products. I have heard a few have a taste for cocaine, and everyone can always use a pill to relieve something.”

  He smiles wickedly as if he already has a deal cooked up for his narcotics. He finds out everything about everybody; it’s a bit scary, to be honest.

  I wonder what all he knows about me.

  “Bikers? No heroin samples? I can definitely get our best blow packaged up for the five to enjoy. Would you also like a variety of pills to go to each one, or just a certain kind for them to sample?”

  “No, I believe if I offer the heroin as well it may offend them. I have been told they have cleaned up a lot of the heroin deals off the streets around them. It is best if we act like we have no interest in the heroin and don’t bring it up. The pills—do a small variety of the favorites.” His English is still broken, but I easily understand.

  “Okay, I’ll package them each two eight-balls of the White Angel blow and do twenty each of Percocet, X, and Ritalin. Total of sixty pills for each sampler, it will give them time to do with them as they wish and then be asked for more product. Does that sound sufficient to you, sir?”

  This is going to cost Konstantin a pretty penny. That blow he’s offering up is pure, almost completely uncut, and costs a grip.

  “Dа, ‘tis perfect! I will expect it by tomorrow when they should arrive. Thank you, Cameron.” He turns away, watching the girl again. I’m obviously being dismissed.

  “No problem. Have a good evening.” I leave out of there quickly, as to not disturb him any longer. I’m fairly certain he was getting ready to fuck that chick, and it’s pretty uncomfortable watching your best friend’s dad fuck a woman half his age.

  I make my way to the storage room to do my weekly check and separate everything.

  Hans is sitting beside the door, working on a laptop.

  “Hey, Hans, you ready?” I ask him, and he stands up.

  “Yep, let’s do this.”

  I agree, and we get to work.

  We get everything squared away, and I pack up the samples for the bikers. I bet those idiots will get hooked on this shit easily and Konstantin will have them eating out of his palm. I’ve heard of Tate’s Uncle Victor doing this in his business deals as well. I guess I know where he got the idea from—the Big Boss himself, Gizya. People are crazy to underestimate Gizya and think he’s some nice, easygoing man.

  ****

  It’s been three days since London got sick at lunch. She’s been sick and looking a little green off and on. I told her to hurry up and go to the doctor. Thank God I haven’t gotten sick, as well; I’d be pissed.

  Now, perhaps she’ll finally listen to me and dress appropriately. At this rate she’s never going to meet my parents if she doesn’t learn how to cover up. I think she’s hot, but my mother would flip if she saw all of her tattoos and her normal clothes. London’s been bringing it up again about us having dinner with my parents, but I really don’t want to hear it. She needs to just let things happen at their own pace instead of always rushing it.

  I get off the couch and head to my room to finish my homework that’s due tomorrow.

  Muffin begins barking loudly, so I glance toward the small alarm clock on my end table. Three p.m. I bet that’s London coming home from her doctor’s appointment.

  Yep, I hear her talking, sounds like to the dog. I guess Tate and Emily must still not be home.

  My bedroom door opens with her coming through. She still looks like shit and her eyes are red—she’s probably been crying.

  “Aw, dumplin’, you look like crap. Come lay down and I’ll get you some water while you get relaxed,” I usher and jump up from my desk chair.

  “Okay, thank you,” she agrees and attempts a small smile.

  I lightly place a kiss on her forehead and make my way to the kitchen. Poor girl, she looks so miserable. I hope that damn doctor has given her some medicine so she starts to feel better. If not, I’m going to have her go see my private doctor.

  I return and she’s got a few tissues, still crying. Geez, I can barely handle her being sick, but crying, too? I wonder what I can do to help her feel better. Maybe a hot shower will help a little.

  I sit on the bed next to her where she lays and hand her the water, rubbing her back softly while she drinks, then I tuck the blanket around her and set the glass off to the side on the stand.

  “Want to try to take a hot shower or a warm bath?”

  She blinks up at me when I ask and blows her nose. “Not yet. That’s a good idea, but maybe in a little while,” she sniffles out, and it breaks my heart.

  I move to lay behind her on top of the blankets and pull her into my chest. Hopefully, it’ll soothe her some and she can take a nap or something. I’m going to have the housekeeper change out the sheets again tomorrow, too, so we keep the sick germs low on them.

  I rub her hair down her back in soft, slow motions so she’ll calm down a bit. I’m used to seeing her so vibrant and having fun.

  “You need to try and take
a nap so you get some of your energy back. It’ll help make you feel better, okay?”

  She nods against my chest. I close my eyes and start to drift off. Tate kicked my butt at the gym this morning, and I didn’t realize how tired I was until now.

  “I, umm, I need to talk to you about what the doctor said at my appointment,” London mumbles. Her voice has a slight tremble to it.

  I almost didn’t hear it. I rub my forehead and eyes, grumbling, “Okay then, shoot.”

  I don’t pay attention at first because I figure she’s going to tell me about some tests and virus crap that I couldn’t care less about. I drift off a little in between sleep and awake.

  “And so I have to make an appointment to see the dates.”

  Huh? What did I just miss?

  I crack open my eyes again and peer down at the back of her head. “I’m sorry, what? I didn’t hear all of it. What was the beginning part?” I actually pay attention to every word that comes out of her mouth this time around.

  “I said, the doctor ran some tests. What I’m having is morning sickness but during different times. I’m pregnant. I have to make an appointment to go in for an ultrasound and see how far along I am,” she explains, trying to sound strong, but I can hear the fear in her voice.

  I’m instantly on alert and jump up out of the bed. I begin to pace back and forth across my bedroom floor, blinking rapidly, attempting to process her news.

  She said she was on birth control.

  “I thought you were on the pill or whatever? How could this happen?” My mind is going a million miles a minute.

  This can’t be happening.

  She’s on birth control to prevent her from getting pregnant. Could she be trying to trap me? Is this about meeting my family again? I look over at her angrily.

  “I was on the pill, and it did happen. There’s nothing I can do now.” She sits up in bed and shrugs.

  She just shrugs her shoulders, and for the first time in my life, I want to hurt a female. “Are you fucking kidding me? You act like this isn’t a big deal. Newsflash, London, this is a huge deal!” I roar. Fuck, my dad’s going to be pissed and give me another stupid lecture about how I’m an idiot and I need to grow up to be responsible.