by London Casey
“Say no more,” Eden said. “Just let me give you a small piece of advice.”
“What’s that?”
“I walked into this life, just like you. I knew nothing of it. But the one thing I learned, Harlee, is you’re either all in or out. There’s no in between. In between gets you killed.”
I squeezed Eden’s hand. “I know. Trust me, I know.”
Eden’s eyes then filled with tears. She rolled her eyes up and sighed. “Shit. I cry at the dumbest things. I’m just picturing you and Trent getting married. How silly.”
I inched forward and hugged Eden. She hugged me back. Again, the embrace of another person who understood this life, and a woman, it just felt good.
The moment was nice, but short lived.
I heard a whistle and both me and Eden turned our heads so our cheeks were touching.
There was Trent, Trev, and Cash standing there.
“Fucking ace,” Cash said. “Look at this. Cheek to cheek. You know, I’ve seen some really good porn that starts like this. The pregnant woman aching for another woman’s touch. Oh… fuck yeah…”
Trev swung a hand and slapped Cash in the shoulder, sending him stumbling back. “Cut it, asshole.”
I pulled away from Eden.
“Everything okay?” Trent asked.
“Perfect,” I said. I stood up. “Hey. I could stay here while you’re gone. I could help out Eden.”
“I bet you can help her,” Cash said.
“I think we need to break his jaw,” Trev said. “Just snap it in half. So he’ll shut up.”
“I’m good with that,” Cash said. “As long as my hands aren’t broken. So I could jerk…”
“Cash,” Trent said. “One more word and no Russian pussy.”
That seemed to shut Cash up pretty fast. “I’m, uh, going to grab a beer then.”
Cash walked away, finally.
“About me staying,” I said.
I saw Trent look from the corner of his eye to Duke. Duke was at the bar, next to Max, talking. Duke glanced at Trent and the tension was wildly instant again.
“No,” Trent said. “I don’t want you here, darling. Not while I’m gone.”
“She’ll be safe, brother,” Trev said.
“I actually wouldn’t mind being in an apartment,” Eden said.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said. “It’s crammed here. Loud. Smelly. Damn bikers.”
Trev laughed and grabbed Eden, bringing her to her feet. He touched her stomach. “Yeah? Smelly? You don't seem to mind.”
“Don’t talk dirty with your hand on my stomach,” Eden said.
“Only when I’m behind you, right?”
“Stop!” Eden squealed. She blushed and slapped Trev’s shoulder.
I looked at Trent, feeling uncomfortable because I wondered if that was our future.
“I don’t like it,” Trent said.
“It’s fine,” Trev called out. “I’ll call up from another charter, too. We’ll keep half the table here for protection. Let the women have a night off for a change.”
Trent curled his lip at me. He wasn’t happy with me.
I started to reach for him and he walked away. “We’re leaving in five minutes.”
That’s all he said to me.
I looked at Eden, then Trev.
“Good luck with that one,” Trev said.
“He really is a monster,” I whispered.
Trev laughed. “Yes he is, Harlee. And now… he’s your monster.”
**
My back was against the shower tiles. Trent groaned each time he fucked forward, pounding into me. It was the hottest and angriest sex of my life. I purposely dug my nails into his back as hard as I could, scratching and breaking skin. That only seemed to fuel his wild fire. His hands cupped my ass so hard and spread me so wide, I knew there’d be handprints for days on my ass.
Great.
His tongue swirled around my left nipple and then his teeth clamped down, hard and fast, pulling. I let out a scream and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but I was completely and totally his. He pulled his mouth away and ran the tip of his tongue up my chest to my neck. He started to kiss to my ear and then came across my cheek and settled at my mouth. Our noses touched but our lips didn’t.
Our eyes locked as tight as my pussy to his cock.
I loved him.
Not just fantasy stuff either. He dug his way into my heart the way he dug into my panties ten minutes ago.
I took my hands off his back and grabbed his face. I dug there too, now I was the one gritting my teeth at him.
He fucked hard. He fucked fast. He fucked good.
Right up to the last thrust, each one was better than the previous.
As he started to come, his hands moved to the back of my legs and lifted me even higher. I grabbed at his arms, his bulging biceps were slippery from the water.
He pulled back so damn slow and plowed into me with gentle care. I felt his cock literally throbbing as he did so. I felt the mess of our sex pouring from my body. I felt a connection that went deeper than just his dick inside my pussy. He pressed his chest forward, touching mine. It was like he wanted our hearts to touch one another.
Trent then stayed there. He stopped fucking me. He put his forehead to mine.
We stayed just like that until the water ran cold.
Then Trent carried me to his bed.
**
He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I stood next to his motorcycle. Jasper, Cash, Kye, Xavier, and Max were all in a line. There was another motorcycle there, empty, which was Trev’s. He was inside with Eden, probably trying to beg her to go back to the clubhouse.
“Don’t leave for anything,” Trent said to me. “Got that?”
“Yes.”
“You need anything. Food. Drink. Anything. You tell a prospect or a member. Anyone gives you shit, you call me.”
“You’re really going to fight someone for money?”
“It’s what I have to do. I don’t lose, darling. At anything. I’ll be back here before you know it. Then this shit will die down and we can talk about you becoming my old lady for real.”
I blushed when he said it, wondering how honest he was being.
His thumb grazed by my lips and I kissed it. Trent then took his hand away and winked at me. He put on his sunglasses and started his motorcycle. Behind him, the rest of the MC riders did the same. I stepped back as Trev came out of the apartment building and got on his motorcycle.
I stood there, clutching my chest as the rumbling of all the motorcycles. Eden stepped up next to me and we both stood there and watched our men leave. Our hands touched and we grabbed for each other, knowing damn well there was a good chance they’d never come back.
The thundering sound continued after they were out of sight.
I looked at Eden and she looked at me. “The baby kicks like crazy when she hears a motorcycle.”
I smiled.
My heart raced and I wanted to cry.
I knew what was real inside me and what I felt… but I didn’t know what was real for Trent… and worst yet - would I ever know the truth?
twenty-seven.
(trent)
When I climbed off my ride, I looked around the lot and wondered what kinds of ghosts were lingering around. What used to be some kind of factory was now a beat up warehouse, probably written off as some dummy company for the Russians to move guns, drugs, and bodies.
Trev spotted the guys that had come up from the Frelen charter and was on his way to hug every one of them. He had his arms open and collided together with the Frelen charter President, Miller.
They had Miller, Gaige (the VP), Blaine, Jace, and Nate.
We had to stay close and stay tight together because we were in foreign fucking territory. It was good to have the support of our brothers from another charter.
I shook hands with Miller, hugged Gaige, and nodded to the rest of the guys.
“Okay,” Cash said, “let’s get this fight going. I’m hungry for some pussy.”
“Amen,” Blaine said. “That Russian stuff is… oh, man…”
“Easy now,” Miller said. “You’re a well taken care of man.”
“Yeah,” Blaine said. “Fuck.”
“Where’s your old lady, Blaine?” Cash asked.
“Back home,” Blaine said. “I wouldn’t bring her or the baby up here.”
“Exactly,” Cash said. “Every good woman knows a man needs a little foreign taste once in a while. Shit, it’s not like you’re ever going to see her again.”
“You go home with pussy on your breath and Jessa will cut your dick off,” Gaige said.
“I’ll help her,” Miller said.
Blaine hooked his thumbs into his jeans. “Goddamn, she’s lucky she does everything she does for me.”
“Fine then,” Cash said. “More pussy for me. I’m going in until I can’t breath. I should have brought scuba stuff with me.”
“Jesus Christ,” Nate said. “It’s like Blaine has a fucking twin, only dirtier.”
“Hey,” Cash said, “Maybe we have the same mother.”
“Doubt it,” Blaine said. “I’ve fucked your mother already, Cash.”
“What?” Cash asked.
Everyone started to laugh.
Trev and Miller took the lead and we went into the warehouse. Sure as hell, there was a fucking boxing ring in the middle of it. People were lined up all around, ready for a fight. We walked down a hallway to a set of rooms in the back of the warehouse.
That’s where we met up with Peter and Ivan.
Ivan was tall and thick, a dead color looking skin, and was counting up cash on a desk. Peter had some guy in a corner, yelling at him in Russian. The conversation came to a quick end when he saw us.
“Where’s your fighter?” Peter asked, wasting no time.
“Right here,” I said. I pushed forward. “I’m the enforcer for the MC.”
“Yes, yes,” Peter said, with a little laugh that rolled in his throat like his accent. “Then you fight right now?”
“Right fucking now,” I said.
“Yes, yes,” Peter said. “You win, we pay. You then take care of the Irish.”
“We already talked about that,” Trev said. “Peter, this is Miller, from another charter. Our brothers, our club, we stay close. There’s no worry.”
Miller shook hands with Peter. “I know Trev extended the offer in Nevada, but I want to personally tell you that I support it. You need any help there, you let us know.”
“Yes, yes,” Peter said with a nod. “I appreciate the support. Now, let’s go fight.”
“Hey, hey, hey,” Cash said. “Where are the drinks and where are the women?”
Peter raised an eyebrow.
“This is Cash,” Trev said. “He was dropped on his head a lot when he was younger.”
“And now I want some Russian pussy to drop on my face,” he said.
“After fight,” Peter said. He then touched my arm. “He wins, you get pussy.” (It sounded like poo-c.) “All you can eat. Buffet style.”
Peter started to laugh.
“I like him,” Cash said.
“Can we get this going?” Miller asked.
“Big, bad President wants to get home to the wife and kid, huh?” Trev asked with a grin.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” Miller said and punched Trev in the arm.
I just stood there and took it all in. That was all I could do. My job as the enforcer for the MC was to do just that. I looked around, I took it all in, and I made decisions. If there was one thing I could give Ripper credit for, he always kept things going forward. He could always stall a conversation long enough for me to get a sense of right and wrong.
Right then, everything was wrong.
The fight was bullshit.
It was a cover.
I could tell by the way Peter ushered us to the door and checked his watch.
By the time we were walking down the hallway, Cash making more comments about pussy, I felt my stomach flip.
The truth?
For the first time ever… the monster… wanted to be home… on a couch… with a movie… with Harlee…
**
Denis was big, sweaty, and his muscles intricately cut. The kind of guy that spent more time in the gym and the ring than he did anywhere else. His sheer look was enough to get a rise out of the crowd. It was no wonder he was a well known fighter. The surrounding people were all in suits and ties, drinks in hand, all cheering as they sucked on cigars and waved cash like money was free.
Most of them spoke a different language so I had no idea if they were cheering for me or telling me to fuck myself.
There was one thing I did understand. And that was when Denis lifted his two hands, opened them, and then closed them. Come fight me.
I took off my leather cut and tossed it to Cash. I then took off my t-shirt and tossed that to Cash, along with my rings. I was going to fight clean and fair. I was going to knock this fucker’s teeth out with my bare knuckles.
The strange part of it all was that I had no reason to fight him. He didn’t do anything to me. But it’s what he could do that threatened me. If he hit me harder and knocked my ass out… then everything would change. We’d lose the money and not get the payment on the guns. The O’Nuall family would come through the MC and start with the women and children. That meant Harlee would be hurt. That meant Trev’s old lady, Eden, and their unborn baby would be…
I couldn’t think it.
I just walked forward and got right into it with Denis.
His feet were dancing like he expected some classical music to come on or something, but not me. I stood like stone, planting my feet and waiting. I thought I could last longer than I did, but just five seconds into standing, I threw the first punch.
My fist hit Denis’s jaw and his head rocked back. It didn’t bother him, not that I thought it would. He threw a left and connected with my jaw. It snapped my head to the side and Denis came across with a right. The fury of punches then began as he walked me backed like we were in a boxing match. He put me against the ropes as I held my hands up, protecting my face, taking most of the blows to my ribs and gut.
Did it hurt? Of course it fucking did. I swore I could feel shards of my rib bones splintering and shooting throughout my body like shrapnel. But with each punch, Denis wasted energy and got pissed at me that I wasn’t coming back at him. Then he left a small window as he paused and stared at me. That’s when I dove forward, head first, my forehead smashing the bridge of his nose. It exploded like a water balloon against a brick wall. He grabbed his nose with his left hand but kept swinging with his right hand. I tagged him in the jaw two more times and thought I had my opening for good.
But then Denis lifted his right leg - which looked a mile long - and kicked me like I’d never been kicked before. He hit me right in the solar plexus and sent me back into the ropes.
I quickly grabbed the ropes to keep from shooting back within his reach.
I had no breath for more than I cared to admit.
Denis was right back on me, taking shot after shot at my stomach. I squeezed my stomach muscles tight, absorbing the hits the best I could. He went for a left hook and I ducked out of the way. I got away from the ropes and got around to Denis’s back and gave him a good one right below his ribs. One solid punch took him to one knee. I then kicked him in the same spot. I was wearing my boots and I knew it hurt.
Denis crumbled to the right and I started to unleash on him. I grabbed the ropes and just started to kick him. Over and over, a rage building to a level that was dangerous. I’m talking a murderous level. Each kick hitting ribs, gut, chest, even his fucking face. He grabbed at me, trying to secure my foot, but I kept pulling away.
I had to give it to Denis though, he was tough as fuck. He grabbed the middle rope with both hands, leaving his body open to me. He pulled himself up. I drove my ri
ght knee to the side of his head and sent him into the corner. I went right after him, throwing fist after fist down on him, not giving a damn what I was hitting.
If it were any other real fight, it would have been called by then. Denis had no true way to defend himself. No matter how hard he tried to fight back, he couldn’t.
I knew he could only last another handful of good punches before going out cold.
Denis had his right hand to my stomach, scratching at me. Trying to dig his fingers into me and pull at my jeans.
I brought my hand back for one last punch when I heard Trev bellow my name.
I turned and looked up, just in time to see someone on a balcony with a fucking window in his hands. He screamed something in another language and threw the window. I hightailed my ass to the other corner of the ring and watched the window hit the ring and shatter. It sounded like a crack of thunder. Glass sprayed all around and the crowd started to get rowdy.
Denis finally pulled himself back up and took a step forward. There was still plenty of fight left in the son of a bitch. He took another step and then reached down, picking up a nice shard of glass. Long, pointed, its target somewhere in my body to probably kill me.
Just like that I was no longer fighting for money… I was fighting for my life.
twenty-eight.
(harlee)
“I have to pee.”
“Again?” I asked, looking at Eden as she slithered to the edge of the couch.
She sat there and let out a big sigh. “You have no idea. It’s like she’s sitting right on my bladder. I could swallow my own spit and have to pee ten minutes later.”
“How much longer do you have?” I asked.
Eden touched her stomach. “Too much time.”
I reached for her, wanting to help her to her feet but she swatted me away. She pushed at the couch cushion and the arm of the couch. She lifted up a few inches and then plopped back down again. I started to laugh, thinking she was playing a little game or something, but then she burst into tears.
Her hands gripped the couch like she was in pain.