“Did you find your sister?” Grim asks intrigued by our story.
“Yes. She came with us. The little girl asking questions about Azrael.” Capone pins Azrael with a glare. It’s not out of spite or disrespect. “She’s off-limits to everyone.”
Azrael nods his head and grins. It looks sinister with all his makeup on. “You care about her.”
“I do,” Capone confirms. “She’s mine when she’s ready, only she hasn’t figured it out yet.”
Grim and Azrael grunt in response and we finish our beer, talking about club life and what’s next. We have a long ride ahead of us tomorrow, so we leave the bar and ride back to Crossroads.
Once I find Monica with Danyella in Capone’s room, we head back to ours. Arms and legs intertwined. I wanted to properly fuck my girl but my head and body weren’t on the same page. Exhaustion took over and we both fell asleep.
Chapter 21
Blayze
Riding into the summer sun, I’m at peace even if it’s short-lived. We’re on the last day of our trip and should arrive in Mt. Pleasant by nightfall. We stopped at our sister Chapters on the way and a few times we had to help deal with some club shit.
Monica and Danyella got to meet some other members’ Ol’ ladies and they exchanged numbers to keep in contact. Danyella has been warming up to Capone some more. Whatever grudge she was holding when we left is slowly disappearing. Either that, or he was finally able to reason with her and made her realize she needs to figure herself out before they move forward.
The Welcome to Indiana sign is a sight for sore eyes. One more state to go then we’re there. Capone signals to pull off at the next rest area and we follow. This ride has been long and treacherous for us. I can’t wait till it’s over and things get back to normal.
Capone sets his kickstand down, climbs off his Harley and stretches. He motions for me to come over and I do, leaving Monica behind.
“Kayne sent me a text. Said shit’s all set up for us when we get there. Wanted to forewarn us Steam is off his rocker and shit’s going to get real, fast. We won’t have time to settle before we head for Detroit. We’ll get a good night’s sleep and head out first light.”
“Aye, Prez. Does he know what’s happening?”
“Yeah, he does. Said there’s someone we need to meet when we get there. Pretty cryptic though.” Capone runs his fingers through his dark hair and squeezes the back of his neck. Cars and pickup trucks drive past us, pulling into other parking spots. “I’m having a bad feeling about this, brother.”
“It’s almost over, Prez. Once we get the Bloody Scorpions taken care of and I get my revenge on Steam, we can go back to our lives. Go back to the coast and forget this ever happened.” I rest my hand on Capone’s shoulder, gripping it tight.
“Forgetting will never happen but we can move forward from this point on,” Capone releases a deep breath and looks at Danyella. There’s a longing in his black eyes. He’s always had a soft spot for my sister and I can’t blame him. I’ve been in the same situation with Monica. So close, yet so far away until recently. “It’ll come when it’s time. You have to believe that.”
“I do.” Capone nods his head. Bear, Tiny, Red, Trigger and Torch all make their way over to us, leaving the girls alone.
“What’s the plan, Prez?” Bear asks cracking his neck from side to side.
“We’ll be at the Savage Saints clubhouse in about six hours. Kayne has set up our rooms. We’ll get there, get some pussy if needed, get some much-needed rest and ride to Detroit tomorrow morning. Give Steam a surprise visit. Hopefully, if everything goes the way we want, Drew and Dred will be there like we think and it’ll be over.”
Tiny cracks his large knuckles. Trigger runs his hands through his shaggy hair and Red crosses his arms over his leather vest.
“Then let’s roll. The longer we stand here, the later it’ll be. I don’t know about the rest of you, but some beer and pussy sounds great after this long ride.” Bear grunts.
“You heard the man. Beer and pussy coming up,” Capone cracks a smile and we all mount our bikes. Monica climbs on behind me, looking hot as fuck in her Ol’ Lady cut. Once all this is over, I’ve decided I want to make it official. Once we get back to our clubhouse, I will ask her to marry me. Turn her from not only my Ol’ Lady but my wife. I’m going to put a ring on her finger.
“You ready?” Monica’s sweet breath fans in my ear when she leans into me, driving me wild with need.
“Fuck yeah, I’m ready to get you alone and give you a proper fucking,” I turn my handlebars, raise my kickstand and hold the weight of my bike with my thighs.
Monica snakes her hands around my waist, dropping them to my growing cock. “Promises, promises.” She grabs my junk through my jeans, squeezing.
“Oh, it’s definitely a promise I’m keeping, Bug. All the teasing you do pressing your tits and pussy against me all day for the last three days, I’m going to fuck you hard the moment we get to Savage Saints.” I fire up my bike drowning out her response. She let’s go of my dick after another squeeze and rests her head on my shoulder blades.
Capone pulls out of the rest area with Danyella holding onto him and I follow. Tiny, Red, Trigger and Bear follow behind me. Almost there, almost to the end.
Several hours and a few stops later, we pull onto a long driveway in the middle of nowhere. One thing I noticed about Michigan is the flatlands surrounding us. My body is fighting the time zone change and even though it’s around dinner time, my body wants to think it’s earlier than that.
A big white house comes into view after we come around a bend, idling our bikes. A porch full of bikers greet us wearing Savage Saints cuts as we park next to some other Harleys. The guy I went off on back in L.A., Blayde, comes off the porch heading right for me. His long stride eats up the space between us quickly. Monica stiffens behind me and I give her leg a gentle pat. Kayne, Savage Saints Prez, brushes his blonde hair out of his face and goes to Capone. They exchange greetings, giving each other a pat on the back. Blayde stares at me, his blue eyes questioning.
“Good to see you brother,” Blayde extends his hand for me to shake. “No hard feelings from what went down in L.A.” I grip his hand and shake it. His peace offering means our staying here could be a good thing. His eyes roam over Monica and my protectiveness rears its head. “Monica, those colors look better on you than mine did. Do over?”
I can feel her squirming behind me. She’s uncomfortable, but she’s got to face what happened head on. “Do over. Thanks, Blayde.” She reaches out her hand and Blayde accepts it. Siren comes up behind Blayde and rests her hand on his arm. Her long dark hair flows down past her waist and a genuine smile graces her lips. Monica releases Blayde’s hand and he drapes it over Siren’s shoulders, giving her a kiss on the head.
“Welcome, I’m sure you guys are ready for some fun and relaxation after this long trip. Poison, Holly and I prepared a big dinner for you and a big party will be underway in a few hours. Come in when you’re ready.” Siren gives Blayde a kiss and heads back in the house.
“She’s nice,” Monica says, climbing off the back of my bike.
“With everything she’s been through, still keeping a smile on her face is remarkable,” Blayde replies watching Siren’s ass sway as she walks away. “If you’ll excuse me, I have some business to take care of.”
Blayde leaves us standing there and follows Siren inside. Monica bursts out laughing drawing the attention of the rest of Savage Saints and Royal Bastards. Capone cocks an eyebrow at his sister’s outburst and I shrug my shoulders. Kayne smirks and Stryker’s eyebrows are scrunched together in confusion. I shake my head and pull Monica close to my side. She holds in her giggles.
“Everything OK, Bug?” I ask.
“It’s perfect, Blayze.” Monica sighs, turning her body toward me and gives me a small kiss on the lips. “I think we got the closure we both needed. I’m happy he’s happy and there are no feelings what-so-ever. Siren is just what he needs.�
�� Monica grips my cut with both hands and stares up at me. The look that passes in her eyes is full of lust and want. “Now it’s your turn to give me what I need.”
“Where’s our room?” I shout. Laughter rings out around us.
“Follow me and I’ll show you,” Kayne heads toward the house. I grab our bags out of my saddlebags and follow him inside with Monica tucked under my arm. Kayne walks up a set of stairs and opens the first door we come to. “You two can use this room.”
We walk inside and I set our bags down on the king size bed in the room. “Thanks for this Kayne. We’re going to freshen up and be down in a little while.”
“I’m grateful you’re here. Steam needs to be stopped at all costs.” Kayne extends his hand and I accept, giving him a bro hug. “Take your time. Dinner will be ready in about an hour.”
Once Kayne shuts the door behind him, Monica is on me. I crash my lips onto hers, swallowing the moans escaping her throat. I grip her ass pulling her against my growing cock. I yank her cut off and gently lay it on the bed. I remove my cut, laying it next to hers. Next is my t-shirt, jeans and boots. Monica strips down to her bra and panties. My mouth waters dying to taste every inch of her skin.
“Lay on the bed,” I growl low.
Monica’s eyes light up and she scurries to the bed. She lays down, spreading her legs for me. Her hands teasing her tits. I crawl my way up her body, kissing each part of her skin along the way. Once I reach her panties, I rip the material away and bury my face between her thighs. I lick, bite and nibble on her clit, running my tongue up and down her pussy, tasting her succulent juices. Monica grips my hair, keeping my head in one place.
“Fuck, Blayze.” Monica moans. Her hips buck to the pace of my tongue buried deep inside of her. I tease her tit with one hand and flick her clit with the other. I growl, vibrating her pussy and she moans even louder.
My growing cock is ready to explode. Monica writhes underneath me and I know she’s close to exploding. I kiss my way up her body, teasing her, making her moan. Monica grips my face pulling me so my body covers hers.
Looking into my eyes, Monica kisses me hard, tasting herself lingering on my tongue. I grab my cock and slide it through her juices and enter her tight pussy. I pull out and push back in. The warmth of her pussy wrapping around my dick is heaven. Monica arches her body, and I drive in harder and faster. Her tits bounce with each thrust. I lean down and suck one nipple into my mouth. Monica whimpers, so close to release. Her pussy grips me tight.
“Fuck, Blayze, I’m coming,” Monica moans. I thrust harder, my groin pushing against her clit as her nails dig into my back and her pussy squeezes my cock. She comes exploding all around me and my balls tighten, fire racing down my spine. I come so hard; my breath catches in my throat. Spent, I slow down my motions and lean in, kissing Monica softly pushing her sweaty hair from her forehead.
“I love you, Monica.”
“I love you, too, Blayze.”
I pull out and lay on the bed beside her, totally spent and ready to sleep when there’s a knock on the door. Grumbling, I sit up and pull my boxers on. Monica grabs my t-shirt and goes into the bathroom, giving me and whoever’s on the other side some privacy. I yank on my jeans, leaving them unzipped and throw open the door. Capone, Kayne and Blayde are standing on the other side. Capone has his fist raised like he’s going to knock again.
“Good, you’re not busy,” Capone smirks before entering my room. I open the door wider to let the other two in and motion with my hand.
“Not anymore,” I grumble. “What’s up?” I sit on the bed waiting.
“Where’s Monica?” Capone asks.
I point to the bathroom and the shower kicks on. “Freshening up. What’s going on? I’d like to join her.”
Capone speaks first, “Steam has no idea we’re here or why.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that.” I raise an eyebrow and cross my arms over my shirtless chest.
“Kayne has someone we need to meet. So, get dressed and meet us in the garage out back. I’m going to find Danyella and let her know we’ll be a little bit.” Capone mutters and I smirk.
“She has your balls already and you’re not even fucking.”
“Shut the fuck up, V.P. That’s your sister.” Capone barks.
“And I just thoroughly fucked yours so what’s the difference?” Capone growls at my remark. “We’re all adults here. Consenting adults. I’m sure these two don’t want the details into my sex life or yours either so let’s argue about it later. I’ll let Monica know what I’m doing and be down in a minute or two.” Capone huffs and heads for the door. “Hey Capone?”
He stops at the door and looks at me from over his shoulder. “What?”
I turn my head to make sure Monica isn’t standing in the room. “When we get home, I’m going to ask the little vixen to marry me. With your permission of course.”
“It’s about time, V.P.” Capone walks back toward me and slaps me on the back. “I’d be a fool to let her marry any other idiot.” A smile graces his lips. “Of course, you have my permission. Now go let her know what you’re doing and we’ll meet you down there.”
“Thanks, brother.” I shake his hand and give him a bro hug, slapping his back. Kayne and Blayze congratulate me and they all leave the room. No rest for the wicked.
Thirty minutes later, I come down the stairs, fully satisfied yet again, and follow the smell of ham into the kitchen. A short girl with long curly brown hair is standing at the window staring out into the back yard. She doesn’t hear my heavy boots approach her and she jumps.
“Holy hell. You scared the crap out of me,” she places her small hand over her chest. “I’m Holly, Stryker’s Ol’ Lady,”
“Blayze, nice to meet you, Holly.” I extend my hand and she grips it, giving me a strong shake. “What are you watching for?”
“Nothing. Just getting inside my own head.” Holly’s face turns red from embarrassment as she pulls her hand away quickly.
“I understand that.” Awkwardness stifles the air around us. “Well, I’m going to look for Kayne.” Holly doesn’t acknowledge me; she just stares back out the window lost in her own head again already. I open the back door and let it close behind me, breathing in the warm country air. Back at our place the air is a salty dryness. This is clean and refreshing.
I meet Capone on the porch and together we walk down the stairs and head toward the garage out back. Heavy metal music is thumping the closer we get. The side door is opened a crack and I peek my head inside. My eyes adjust to the darkness and my blood runs cold. In the center of the room are two men wearing Bloody Scorpions cuts. Their arms are suspended above their heads wrapped in chains dangling from the ceiling. Their bare feet don’t quite reach the ground. I step inside the garage, an inferno blazing through my body. I feel Capone stiffen next to me, rage radiating off his body.
“How in the fuck did you get this piece of shit here?” My eyes burn into the first man strung up. The man who has wreaked havoc on my sister. Dred, the President of Bloody Scorpions, stares at me through swollen eyes. His partner, Drew isn’t moving or breathing.
“You know this piece of shit?” Stryker asks stepping next to me.
“Yeah, I know this motherfucker.” I clench and unclench my fists at my sides.
“Wait a minute!” Capone barks. “I thought these assholes were in Detroit with Steam.”
“They were,” Kayne responds. “Steam had other ideas for this cuntwaffle. Looks like we don’t have to go to Detroit for answers. They’re right here. Rooster found both of them on the surveillance videos this morning. We grabbed them before you guys got here and had a little fun. What’d he do?”
“He’s the one who kidnapped and raped my sister.” I spit out through clenched teeth. “He’s responsible for the disappearances of all the women we saved. Some of their deaths too.”
“Is that right?” Kayne steps in Dred’s face, slapping it with a metal cane he has in his hands. “Is that t
rue? You’re a rapist and kidnapper?”
“Fuck you, I don’t answer to you,” Dred mumbles through his swollen jaw.
“Oh, you’ll answer me alright. Once I’m finished with you, you’ll be begging me to end your life.” Kayne pulls his arm back and swings with everything he has landing a solid blow to Dred’s ribs. He swings back and forth and sucks in a breath but doesn’t say anything.
Kayne raises his weapon again and hits Dred in the knee. I can hear the shatter of bones from my spot. Dred screams in pain.
“Well? Are you ready to answer some questions motherfucker?”
“Fuck you.” Dred spits blood on the floor near Kayne’s feet.
“I think it’s time to let the girls play.” A seductive voice responds from behind me. I spin around and see Poison and Siren enter the garage. Poison has on a Savage Saints cut with Cleaner over the breast and Ol’ Lady below it. They have murder in their eyes. Behind them are Monica and Danyella.
“What the fuck is this a fucking sleepover?” Stryker growls when all the girls walk in.
“No, you brooding asshole. We’re here for justice. You can’t let this motherfucker get away with what he did to her.” Poison points to Danyella whose eyes are wide with fright staring at Dred and Drew.
“Watch your tone, Poison.” Stryker’s nostrils flare.
“I’m a part of this MC just as much as you are. So, when you’re an asshole, I will tell you. I won’t ever disrespect our Prez, but you and I are going to have issues if you don’t rein it in. You will respect me just as much as I respect you.” Poison argues crossing her arms over her chest.
I am watching them both, waiting for someone to do something. Stryker laughs and brings Poison in for a hug. What the fuck? Capone and I exchange a glance and I shrug my shoulders. Not my club, not my business.
“Ok, that’s enough,” Kayne growls. Stryker releases Poison and she saunters to Kayne swaying her hips. “Poison, what makes you think she needs retribution like you two did?”
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