“I love you too, Justice. I know it’s quick, but your soul calls to mine. We were destined to be together. We were made for one another. Your words are magical,” I say, as there’s banging on the door.
“What?” Justice bellows out.
“Kid needs you, some more information has rolled in,” Ryder hollers back.
“Be there in ten,” he responds.
“Will let ‘em know.” I hear footsteps walk away.
“Guess you’re in high demand,” I declare, turning in his arms.
“Damn skippy,” he voices, rubbing his arms up and down my chest.
“You have an ego, mister.”
“Nah, not me,” he winks.
“Guess we should get in the shower,” I advise him.
“Guessing so,” he says getting up. I admire his bare ass and all the muscles he’s got not only on his ass cheeks, but his back too. He turns around to see if I’m getting up behind him, “Enjoying the view?”
“Always, it’s a great view.”
“I know what you mean,” he imparts, looking me over. A blush comes over my face, I still am getting used to being looked at as that of a sexy woman, and not my family’s nuisance.
We hop in the shower and clean each other up quickly, no time for play. He has a job to do, and he takes his responsibilities seriously. One of the many things I adore about him.
Justice
This has been one crazy clusterfuck after another. Our informants have gone missing, and Kid is having trouble trusting some club he worked with previously. This is not the way to start a brand spanking new charter. We expected some rough patches when we voted on adding a club, but we never realized that some we considered allies of the past, would stab us in the back. Drugs are making their way into the territory, something that we thought we’d put an end to before settling here.
I guess those we trusted made an ass out of us, and we need to nip that in the bud a-s-motherfuckin-p. I have some guys from the old days, they aren’t MC, but they are loyal to the bone. I guess it’s time to put a call out to them and ask for assistance. We don’t have the manpower here to end it…not alone anyways.
I stroll down the hallway, heading to Kid’s office to see what he has for me. I’ll give him my idea and see if he goes for it. I lift up my hand and rap on the door using my knuckles. “C’mon in,” he calls out. Without wasting time, I open the door and walk in.
He holds up his beer bottle in my direction, “Want one?”
“Fuck yeah,” I swiftly answer.
“I’ve got some more information. The drug pushers are new. They aren’t in business with the old gang we pushed out before we claimed this territory.” So, this new group I’ve discovered is the issue, I had a feeling which is why I brought it to his attention in the first place.
“No, who are they?” He slides me over a piece of paper, I read over it and whistle.
“Damn man, this isn’t good.” The Ozzie Walkers are a drug organization that started in Australia, and have made their way into the good old United States of America. They are taking our country by storm, and are a force to be reckoned with.
“This is going to get bloody,” Kid utters out loud.
“Ya think?” I smart-assly reply.
“This isn’t time for shits and giggles, Justice,” he reprimands me.
“Didn’t say it was, I was agreein’ with you in my own way.”
“We need a fool-proof plan,” he declares, more to himself than me.
“Got an idea,” I start, “if you agree with me, I can get the ball rollin’.”
“Please, do share with the class.” Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Either that, or Riley’s holding the pussy hostage.
“I’ve got these buddies,” he doesn’t give me a chance to continue before he raises his hand in the air cutting me off.
“What kind of ‘buddies’ are we talkin’ about here?”
“You want me to put together a jacket?” A jacket is a portfolio in biker lingo.
“Why don’t you verbally lay it all out for me,” he says, jamming his pointer finger into the desk with each word he says. He’s more like his dad than I realized.
“Jackson Ramero, the best sniper I’ve ever seen. He can take any shot, and hit his target if the coordination’s are on point. Tyler Duncan, otherwise known as Dust. He’s a legend in our world, do I need to lay his accomplishments out for you, or have you heard of him?”
This time, it’s Kid’s turn to whistle. “Damn, I don’t wanna know how you know him, but yeah, his reputation proceeds him, I know all about him and his abilities. Continue,” he says, rolling his hand at the wrist. If he wasn’t the President of this club, and a founder’s kid, with the attitude he’s throwing my way today, I’d break the damn thing.
“Riptide Monroe, he’s a mean son-of-a-bitch, and I personally would go out of my way to avoid him at all costs. The best interrogator this side of the Ho Chi Minh Trail. The things he comes up with to torture someone and get them to speak is unheard of and I’m sure illegal not only in the states, but worldwide. Anyways, he has a one-hundred percent success rate at getting his enemies to talk.”
“I’ve heard of him as well. Wasp and Tic talk about him all the time. They’ve said if he wasn’t so uncontrollable and was manageable, they would’ve asked him to join years ago.”
“He’s definitely a man who walks to the own beat of his drum,” I supply, “but I have a feeling we’ll need him on our side.”
“Who else?” I see him bent over, taking notes.
“Julius Walker,” I’m interrupted by Ryder this time.
“The Julius Walker? Holy shit man, even if we don’t use him, he’s a man we need on our side,” he says, tapping Kid’s shoulder.
“Got it man, you’ve heard of ‘em,” Kid angrily responds. Something’s definitely crawled up his ass since I saw him last.
“Andre Fortoney,” I add, watching for their reaction to the name.
“The legendary assassin? No one has ever seen him, no one knows what he looks like, but you’r telling me you know him personally?” Ryder speaks up, with stars in his eyes.
“We grew up together, that’s all I am willing to share about it. Other than the fact that he owes me a marker. And this is one I’m willing to call in.”
“Do Wasp and Tic know you run in these circles?” Kid questions me.
“Of course, they do,” I bark out. “I wouldn’t hide shit like that.”
“Just curious, brother. No need to bite my head off.” I widen my eyes as I look at him. He’s one to talk, he’s been an ass to me since I first walked into his office.
“Sorry,” he apologizes, running his fingers through his hair. “Got bad shit happenin’ here and bad shit happenin’ at home. Needless to say, my head is all types of fucked up.” I nod my head in acceptance of his apology. I get it, happy wife happy life, unhappy wife and your life is fucked…or so I’ve heard. My wife is personally very happy, and extremely satisfied. “I’d consider it a personal favor if you could get them onboard with helpin’ us out.”
“Consider it a done deal,” I say, standing up and exiting out the door. I really wanna go back upstairs and spend the rest of the day in bed with Lizzie, but I need to make these calls and see what I can do. I know these men will have my back no matter what, but can I get them all to agree and help the MC? That’s another question that I don’t have the answers to. But I’m gonna give it everything I’ve got to get them on the same page as I am.
I’ve spent the last two hours on the phone negotiating. When I go long periods of times without talking with them, I forget how stone cold each one of these individuals are.
Jackson Ramero agreed right away. Anything that will get the blood flowing, he’s down for. He could care less if he loses his life in the process. But usually, he’s hunkered down behind his scope and rifle, so he doesn’t get as much physical action as he’d prefer to.
Tyler Duncan, oth
erwise known as Dust, was a little harder to convince than Jackson. But he was nowhere near as difficult as Julius Walker was. I had to practically offer him my first born to get him to even hear me out. Once I laid it all out on the line for him, I had to promise we’d pay for all of his travel expenses, plus house him and feed him while he’s here. That was the plan anyways, always was, but I didn’t let him in on that knowledge.
Now, Andre Fortoney he’s a different story all together. He’s agreed to help, but from the shadows only. He won’t be sitting in for any meetings, he won’t be playing pinochle, his words not mine, and he won’t be joining us for any Sunday socials…again, his words not mine.
I don’t even know what a motherfucking Sunday social is! I think it’s got something to do with ice cream and shit, but no one should quote me on that.
At least I’ve got some good news to take back to Kid.
Just another day at the office.
I’m hoping to convince these guys to join the MC. They would be a good asset to the club. Especially if they join Kid’s chapter. They could really help him make a difference. We’ll just have to see how things play out I suppose.
Nine
Justice
Once I gave the news to Kid, I grabbed a couple of beers and headed up to the bedroom to see what Lizzie was up to. I found her on her laptop, ordering some shit for our room. I tried to convince her we wouldn’t be there long enough to enjoy it to which she replied, “It’s still our temporary home, Justice. We need to make it feel like it.” Not one to tell her no, I agreed, which is why I now find myself going over color choices of bedding and curtains.
“Lizzie, come on, baby. This is not my thing. I trust whatever you wanna do.”
“Justice! This is our place, we need to make it feel like it.”
“Beautiful, you’ll be here more than me. Pick out what you like.”
“So, if I get pink zebra stripes you won’t give a care?” Now wait a minute, pink is definitely not my color. It doesn’t show off my eyes.
“Okay, go with more blues and grey’s, that would make me a happy man.”
“Thank you, an honest answer.”
“I never lie to ya,” I begin to get upset.
“No, but sometimes you appease me, that’s not what I want for us. I want us to be equals in this relationship. I want to make sure your opinions and thoughts matter as much as mine do.”
“Damn you’re sweet!”
“Not sweet, I just want to keep my man happy and satisfied. If you don’t want to come home, then we’ll never be happy together and make this work. And, Justice. I really want this to work,” she implores.
“We will, we will work, Lizzie. You get me?”
“Yes, Justice,” she smiles my way, “I get you.”
“Good, now give me those lips.” I command, leaning over the stupid computer that has become the bane of my existence. After she gives me my kisses, she leans back and studies me for a minute before she starts talking again.
“It’s nearing dinner time. Are we eating with the club, or are we on our own tonight?”
“We’re on our own, what are you in the mood for?”
“Pizza!” she says excitedly. Apparently, before we got together, she’d never had pizza. She’s been testing out all different sorts. So far, the chicken alfredo is her favorite, but it’s not something I enjoy too much. I am an old-fashioned type of guy, give me pepperoni and cheese any day.
“Do you wanna order and have it delivered, or go somewhere and eat?”
“Let’s go out, I haven’t been out of the club for a bit now. I’d like to see the city,” she dreamily says.
“It’s a town, babe, not a city.”
“What’s the difference?” Did she seriously just ask me that? Her parents did her no favors by only letting her be part of a certain few aspects of life. They’ve held her back, and where she appears naïve, and in a way is, she’s also smart as fuck.
“Babe, a city has congestion, smog, bright lights, and no one strolling the sidewalks. A town is full of stars, couples walking the streets, and not so many bright lights.”
“Which do you prefer?” she curiously asks me.
“A town, babe. I like the smaller side of life.”
“That’s so surprising for me to hear.”
“Ya, why’s that?” I question her, curious about her answer.
“Because, you’re so full of life!” she exclaims, like I should’ve known the answer and not asked her such a silly question.
“God you get to me,” I state right before crushing my lips to hers. I show her with this gesture how much she’s really come to mean to me. Our tongues touch, and I swear it’s like a lightning bolt has zipped its way through my body.
“I don’t know why I got such an amazing reward for speaking the truth. I wish I had your passion about life,” she says this while looking me dead in the eyes.
“Baby, you are. You just need to find that one thing, other than me, that excites you.”
“Ah, the only bad quality you have.”
“And what’s that?” I question her sanity. I have no bad qualities as far as I can tell.
“Sometimes, you’re so full of yourself I wonder how your swelled head fits through doorways.”
“You’re going to pay for that remark,” I voice, climbing on top of her and tickling her sides. My wife is very ticklish, and I appreciate it. Needless to say, our foreplay turns into another form of play and I go to dinner with my woman a very happy man indeed.
We walk, hand in hand, inside the local pizza parlor. You can either order your own pizza, or eat at the buffet. We choose the buffet, so Lizzie can try different types of pizza slices.
“Ooh, Justice, look at that! Pineapple on pizza, who would’ve figured someone would use that as a topping?”
“A pussy,” I answer, earning me an elbow to the ribs.
“Shhh, you could hurt someone’s feelings. What if it happens to be their favorite?”
“Then they must have a pussy,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.
“You just say whatever you think, don’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am. Life’s too short to beat around the bush.”
“I wonder if I’ll ever be that brave?”
“Hang around me and my family long enough, and it will come naturally to you,” I humorously rib her. She enjoys it when I get playful with her, in our verbal sparring. I have the feeling she hasn’t had too much of that in her short lifetime.
“I hope so,” she says, paying attention to everything the buffet has to offer. I have a feeling I’ll be standing in this line for at least an hour.
“I think I’m gonna try the pineapple and Canadian bacon pizza,” she looks up at me skeptically.
“That’s fine, babe. You have a pussy, so you can get away with it.”
“You suck!” she whisper-hollers.
“Only on you, your skin, your pussy, your lips,” I huskily respond.
“Only you have the capability of turning me on in a pizza joint, Justice. You and that wicked tongue of yours.”
“As I recall, you appreciate this tongue of mine and what it can do to you.”
“You’re killing me here,” she says, licking her lips as she steadily fills her plate. I doubt she is paying attention to what all she’s piling on it.
“That’s okay, I’ll resuscitate you,” I cheekily respond. I enjoy this flirting thing we do, I didn’t do many things of this nature before she entered my life. It just wasn’t worth it to me. No one piqued my interest enough to even try and be flirty. I was a hit it and quit it type of man, just living day to day and in my free time I would get my dick wet.
I know I sound like a real asshole, but it was my life. I didn’t have to answer to anyone back then and I lived my life free and wild. And I enjoyed it at the time, I had no idea what I was missing. Now, I wouldn’t go back to those days even if someone paid me to.
Finally, our plates are filled, and we look around to
find an empty table. I don’t like to sit in the middle, I feel like I’m too exposed. “There’s one in the back, right corner,” Lizzie points over to it. It’s so dark over there that on my initial scan, I missed it. I must be losing my touch, looks like I need to stop only seeing my woman.
“Let’s go,” I say, placing my hand on her lower back and escorting her over there. Once we get settled, my back against the wall, I realize I like being non-descript like this. I can see the world around me, but I’m hidden, and no one will notice me unless I want them too. I watch in amazement as Lizzie eats one slice, then tries another. I can tell if she likes it or doesn’t due to her facial expressions. If she likes it, her eyes widen and light up, if she doesn’t like it, she scrunches her nose up and the lines in the middle of her eyebrows is dominant.
One of the things I appreciate most about her, is that you never have to guess anything. She’ll either tell you, or you’ll notice right away with her expressions. There’s no second guessing, and no having to pry information from her. Now, I just need to help her be a little more comfortable in her skin, and help her build her self-esteem. When it’s just the two of us, she doesn’t hold back, and that’s what she’ll need to do with our family as well.
They’ll respect her more for it in the long run.
Ten
Lizzie
As soon as we got back from eating, Justice’s phone rang. He looked at it, answered it and said, “Hang on a second,” into the receiver. Then he turned and looked at me and said, “I really need to take this call, and I need privacy. I’m gonna step outside, love you.” He quickly kissed me on the nose and strolled out the door. Without getting a replied ‘love you too’ back from me.
Instead of wallowing in my self-pity, I jump in the shower, brush my hair and teeth, then crawl into bed with my ereader. Since getting with Justice, I’ve been obsessed with reading the MC romance genre. Not that I expect this to be true-to-life, but it’s exciting to see the author’s spin on the motorcycle club world.
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