by Lake, Rae B.
“I don’t know shit right now, Archer.”
“This is bullshit. What about those gashes over there in the woods? Vexx and her girls. They look like they’d do some shit like this just to get ahead. They all got a fucking chip on their shoulder.” Topper says.
It did look really fucking bad that Eve’s Fury hasn’t shown up to the meeting. Maybe they had something to do with this as well.
“Yeah, it’s probably one of those bitches who did this shit. We going over there to end this shit, right?” Topper continued.
“What in the holy shit? Are you fucking insane?” Shepard turns and looks at Topper.
“Watch your fucking tongue.” Rooster snarls at him.
“I’ll deal with Vexx and the girls, but right now, I want to know if anyone here knows who this Wren person is.” Wire asks again. His voice calm and even.
“Not in the least,” Wyatt speaks up for his club.
“No,” Archer spits.
“Nope.” Rooster says.
“Bullshit!” Alex roars from the back of the clubhouse. He barrels through the crowd and beelines straight for Rooster.
“Prez!” Wire calls, but he doesn’t move, stop him or pull him back.
“You fucking piece of shit! I know it was you! You brought your fucked up club and your drugs and sluts into my family. We never wanted your kind.”
Rooster has the nerve to smile before he leans over and looks to Wire. “I thought this was your outfit? You might want to get your bitch out of my face.”
“Bitch? No, I’m not his bitch. I’m no one’s bitch, which is more than I can fucking say about you. You and your entire club are pussies. You don’t even fight your own battles. Instead, you send your problems to the women. I know sissies in jail who have more balls than you do.”
Rooster takes a step back before addressing Alex again, “Maybe if you and your club had your shit together, both your wives wouldn’t be sucking on satan’s dick right now.”
“Oh shit.” All of us rushed to Alex the second that shit is out of Roosters mouth, but it’s too late. Alex is already on top of him. His hands wrapped around his throat and are squeezing the life out of him.
The gasp of air.
That gasp of air said everything.
“No!” Ryder roars and pushes through the crowd to get to his brother.
Rooster pushes Alex off, and we all see the knife sticking out of his chest.
“I told him to get the fuck away from me.” Rooster shrugs. Guns from every direction are raised, and everyone is pointing at everyone. Rooster quickly grabs onto Mike, one of the prospects, and shields himself. I try to find an opening, but he’s completely concealed.
“Archer!” I call out, he was a sniper in the military, and if there’s anyone who’d be able to get a shot, it would be him.
“No shot. I got no fucking shot!” He screams, emotion lacing his words. When I turned back, I can see the tears in his eyes.
We are all allied brothers. One president is as important as the next. Technically, Rooster is in his right to stab Alex.
“You piece of shit!” Wire is down at Alex’s side and screams up at Rooster, who is backing up and out of the clubhouse.
“I promise you, none of you want to stop me from getting out of here. Think of the babies. Your wives aren’t the only ones who can be destroyed.” Rooster cackles loudly, Topper and Ripper at his side.
“You’re a dead man!” I growl, my hand trembling with tension. I want to squeeze this fucking trigger so bad.
“Oh, now you can fucking speak? I always thought you were just a dumb fuck.” Rooster laughs at me as he makes his way to the door.
“Fucking hell!” Devin is next to me, his gun drawn too, but he’s in the same position I’m in. No shot.
The door closes behind them, but instead of everyone running out to follow Rooster, I turn to see them all kneeling on the floor by Alex.
“Come on, man.” Wire’s head is down on his chest. Ryder is cradling Alex’s head as he takes what will surely be his last breaths.
“Alex, my brother.” Ryder clutches at Alex’s kutte right where above where the knife is still jutting out. It’s right at his heart, a wound no one could survive.
“Ryan, Loralei, please.” Alex gasps. His daughter is about to be left all alone.
“Rest easy,” Ryder says.
With a nod, Alex looks down at Wire, who is still laying on his chest. He raises a hand slowly and places it on Wire’s head. A gesture of love and pride. The room goes silent, and Alex, the Prez of us all, takes his last breath.
Wire’s head lifts, and he stares at the man. “No, no, Prez. Prez. Wait! No.” He grabs the hand that once lay on his head and presses it back to his chest.
Alex was the only father Wire ever knew. The agony in my president’s roar vibrates through all of us. One by one, we fall to the ground and mourn our dead leader.
The next day the girls are allowed to come home from the hospital.
They come home to more pain and bloodshed. We have a small funeral in the plot at the back of the clubhouse property where we bury all of our people.
There are three new graves. Prez, Mikayla, and little Victor, the baby Clean and Maven, lost.
Ryder tells stories of better times. Angel breaks down at the sight of the woman who was her mother for years being lowered into the dark hole. Maven and Clean cry into June and July’s shoulders.
The guilt of it all weighs so heavily on my shoulders. Pain is the only thing on my mind, and finally, gratitude.
As fucked up as it is, seeing all this grief and loss makes me appreciate Siren more. Every step of the way, she’s been here. Even if it’s been without a fucking word, just her presence is enough to keep me grounded.
At the end of the small funeral, Siren sings a song as a final goodbye to those we lost. The lyrics and the sound of her voice so haunting. I just don’t understand how something so pure and beautiful hasn’t been torn to shreds with all the destruction she’s suffered.
As the last note dies in the air, everyone returns to their rooms. The quiet is eerie.
Siren and I fall asleep, but I’m woken by her whimpering and pushing at me. I search the room for a threat, but there isn’t one. She’s having another nightmare.
“Siren.” I put a hand on her shoulder and shake her gently. It’s enough to wake her up, partially. Just the fighter, at least.
She quickly flips me off her and straddles my waist as she begins to hammer her fists into my face. I leave my hands on the bed.
I could push her off and subdue her, but I don’t. I see the anger in her eyes, and part of me believes that even though she says it isn’t true, she blames me for what happened to her. I deserve every punch she throws.
She hits me hard, and I groan as lights flash before my eyes.
The sound of my voice brings her out of it. She blinks a few times before she scrambles off me. “Mack? Oh god? What happened? Why didn’t you stop me?” She raises a hand to her face.
“It’s ok.” I sit up and wipe the blood seeping from my lip.
She crawls back over to me quickly and sits on my lap. I don’t even have the energy to hold her. She puts her hands on my shoulders and shakes me once. “No, it’s not! Why didn’t you stop me!” She screams at me, anger blazing from her eyes.
“I’m fine.” I try to get up, but she isn’t moving.
“No! Fuck that! Tell me! Why would you just lay there and let me beat on you? Why?” She shakes me.
“For fucks sake!” I shrug her off my shoulders and hold her hands in front of us. “What do you wall to hear? Huh, Siren? Do you want to heart me say I know you hale me, that you blame me even if you don’t admit it? Maybe you want to hear that I feed like a fucked up because I’m happy it’s not you in one of those fucking graves? You want to hear that I know this shit isn’t over, and I know you’ll still be in danger, and I can’t fucking let you go!” I drop my head and try to catch my breath. I let go of her han
ds, and she places them in her lap.
“Mack, look at me.” She whispers, and I do as she asks. “Mack, my life has been nothing but tragedy after tragedy. Pain and more pain. I can deal with that. Losing you, losing whatever is happening between us I can’t handle. All my life, I’ve been screaming for someone to hear me, someone to be there for me, for anyone. I’ve been screaming for you, and I’ll fight whoever I have to fight to keep you, Mack.” She runs her fingers through my beard, and the slight touch unnerves me.
My lips meet hers, and I kiss her with everything in me. I want her to feel how sorry I am. How fucking much she means to me. She deserves to feel all of me.
She rocks her core against me, and my hands grip her hips tightly. It feels like forever since I’ve been with her, and I’ll wait forever to do it again if that is what she needs. Her body is telling me she wants me just as badly as I want her.
I squeeze her waist, pulling her as close to me as possible.
“Do you want me?” She whimpers against my lips.
“Fuck, yes,” I growl and lift her from the floor. The cover is still tangled around her body, so I rip it off her and toss it to the side. I only have on a pair of shorts that I sleep in, and when I lower myself on top of her, I can feel the heat of her core on the sensitive underside of my cock. I grind down harder on her watching her face for any discomfort. The last thing I want is to hurt her, but the way she pushes back up against me is quickly pushing me to my breaking point.
“Siren, shit, I want you so damn bad.” I kiss her hard before I push her head to the side and suck on her neck in that spot I know she loves.
Her breath sucks in, and she goes silent for a second.
“Who’s kissing you? Who is on top of you?” I question softly in her ear.
“Mack, mmm, Mack.” Her arms wrap around my neck tightly, and I push the shirt she’s wearing over her breasts. I move my mouth from her neck to her right tit, and she uses her hands to keep me right where she wants me. I bite down softly, using the tip of my tongue to flick against the hard pebble.
“Oh god, Mack.” Her moans spur me on. She lifts her hips and rocks hard against me. Nothing about what she’s doing right now tells me she wants to take things slow. I feel the pressure begin to build in my thighs and back, and I know if she keeps rubbing on me like that, this will be over faster than I want it to be.
I move my cock away from her warm cunt, and she whines at the loss of contact.
“Don’t worry. I’m here.” I reach over quickly to the side table to get a condom. I pull my shorts off and quickly open the condom.
As I kneel, she abruptly sits up and pushes me back on the bed, and before I can take my next breath, her warm mouth is sliding over my bare dick.
“Oh shit!” I groan, and my hand grips her hair tightly. The surprise and intensity of it has me scrambling for control. I grip her head and pump recklessly into her mouth. I growl and try to force my cock down her throat, aching to get deeper. She gags hard, and her nails dig into my thighs, the pain the only thing making me slow down.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I release her hair.
She lets go of my dick, the head slipping out of her mouth with a soft pop.
“Mack, I don’t want pity. I’m not broken. If you want me, fucking show me.” Her eyes close for a second. “Please.”
It’s all I need to let go of my reservations. Siren’s telling me to trust she can take it, and I will. I need the release too.
I grab her by her long hair and yank her up my body while I use my free hand to roll the condom down on my cock. “You will fucking tell me if it’s too much, you understand.” I bark at her, my words coming out exactly how I want them to.
She nods her head quickly.
I kiss her hard, sucking on her lips and tongue. Trying to taste everything all of her. I grab her waist and, using one arm, lift her until she’s lined up with my shaft. I lay back as she uses her knees to hover right over my cock. Fuck, all I want is to slam her down on me. I let her make the first move.
The crown of my dick parts her slick pussy lips, and my hips raise off the bed on their own. “Fuck!”
Slowly she impales herself on my cock, her walls clenching and sucking at me with every drop of her hips.
“Oh god, Mack.”
I wait only for a second longer to see if her face shows any discomfort before I grab her hips and pull her all the way down on me. There’s no way I’m going to let her come without being seated deep inside her. She slams her hands down on my midsection and begins to bounce up and down. Her body jerking and shuddering as she’s already rocketing to the top of her cliff.
“Oh, Mack, I’m going to come. Fuck, yes, make me come.”
The muscles in my neck strain as my head is thrown back, and her words wash over me. “Who’s fucking you?” I grip her hips and slam her down on me harder and faster than before.
“You, Mack. Mack!” She breathes out my name. My cock pushes further into her pussy, and she’s no longer moving on her own. I swirl my hips up one time, and she sucks in a deep breath before she collapses down on my chest. “Mack!” My name now a deep guttural sound as her legs shake and her pussy clamps down on my cock like a vice.
“My god.” I groan as I hold onto her and continue to pump into her as quickly as I can.
Her pussy is so tight. It feels like she is forcing the cum out of me. My balls pull up against my body as her muscles go completely lax. Siren gasps loudly and pops back up in a seated position.
She passed out again.
I chuckle. I’ve never had that shit happen before her.
“Fuck you, and your perfect dick.” She lets her head fall back as she catches her rhythm again and begins to bounce on my cock. Her long hair tickles my thighs. I reach up and tweak her nipples and watch her body shudder at the new sensation.
I let my hand fall back to her waist as she rides my cock, and she flings her head back forward, her hair creating a curtain on one side of her face. Her eyes lock onto mine, and like always, all the words her mouth couldn’t say are perfectly visible in those deep dark pools.
“I love you.”
She doesn’t have to say the words. I know it. I feel the same fucking way.
“Shit. Oh, Siren, shit!” I strain against the rush of electricity running through my body, focusing on my cock. My mouth falls open, and my body jerks forward as I pump jet after jet of cum deep into her, with only the thin latex separating us. I try to hold myself steady, but I want to get deeper. I pull her down harder until she cries out and pushes down against my stomach, trying to buffer my movements.
A growl rumbles through my chest as I continue to come. Every pulse of my cock seeming to pull more out of me. Fuck I wish I didn’t have this fucking condom on. I want to see my seed dripping out of her when I’m done. I want every wall she has to be marked as my own.
I let her go, and she relaxes before she collapses back on top of me. This time she stays breathing, thankfully.
“I needed that.” She confesses softly as she absentmindedly plays with my beard.
“Happy to hell,” I reply. I’m just as spent as she, but there is one thing playing over and over in my mind. I can’t stop the grin that spreads across my face.
“What’s so funny?”
“My perfect dick?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
“Ugh, never living that shit down.” She rolls off me, and I laugh. I roll over and scoop my arm under her body, pulling her back into me.
I don’t know how the fuck I got so lucky, but I’m going to stop questioning it.
After the wake for Prez and Mikki, everyone returned to their respective clubs, with the promise to stay in contact. Unfortunately, we still don’t know who we could trust.
“Mack, I need you.” Wire speaks as he moves past me. It’s the first thing I’ve heard him say since we buried Alex. I get up from where I’m sitting and follow behind. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’ll be glad to do something.
“Wire, what’s going on?” Clean asks. He is sitting in one of the side chairs, looking as if he hasn’t slept in days.
“Vexx called. They want to set up a meeting.”
Clean stands up, fixing his kutte in the process. “Let me get my shit.”
“No.” Wire shakes his head at Clean.
“Fuck, you mean no?”
“Clean, I need you here. I need you here in case something happens.” Wire doesn’t say anything more, but we could all tell what he’s thinking. In case they come for our women again, he wants him here to protect them.
Clean doesn’t argue. Just sits back down in his chair, “You keep me updated.” He looks at me.
“Devin, you too, come with me.” Wire calls out before he continues on his way to his bike outside.
The three of us jump on our rides and take off toward Eve’s Fury clubhouse, except instead of going straight there, Wire turns off the road.
“Brother, where are we gorging? They club is bat there.”
“I know where it is, Mack. Vexx said we need to meet somewhere else. I don’t know what the fuck is up.”
We drive another ten miles deeper into the state's backcountry, pretty much no man’s land, until we see Vexx standing in front of a large van and a few bikes on either side.
We park our bikes, and Wire begins to make his way toward her.
I take in the situation, her stance, her expression. She’s pissed. Determined. On edge.
I grab hold of Wire before he can take another step. He looks down at my hand.
“It’s off.” I turn my gaze to him, hoping he gets what I’m trying to say.
“He’s right. Something is wrong with this entire set up Wire. We need to go back.” Devin says as he puts his hand down to his gun, but before he can raise it, something hits him in the neck.
“The fucccc?” Before he can get the entire word out, he crashes to the ground.
Next is Wire, then me. All of us on the ground before we can even get to our weapons to protect ourselves.
Whatever they shot us with knocks me out faster than I’ve ever been knocked out in my life. It’s nice to get some rest.