Winger (Book 4): Corrupted Saints MC

by Kimberly I. Belle

  “Don’t tempt me woman, there is no backing down from this.”

  “I’m not backing down. I am right here, waiting for you.”

  Fuck this shit. We are going to talk about those bruises later and I’m going to kill her ex, but right now she is mine. I move right up into her personal space, I grab the back of her hair and pull back so her face and neck are exposed to me. I move close down to her neck and nuzzle against her. I make my way up to her jaw and stop at her lips. I look straight into her eyes.

  I take a step back. I can’t do this. I don’t want to fuck shit up in her life or mine. As much as I want her, I can’t do this. I give her cheek a kiss. We are going to talk about those bruises later and I’m going to kill her ex.

  “I’ll let myself out. Have a goodnight Sam.” I walk to her front door and let myself out. I don’t stay to hear if she says anything. I can’t believe I almost kissed a bitch. Bitches are soft spots for people and I can’t have one. I climb into my car and start to punch the steering wheel.

  Motherfucker, this girl is trouble. I need to stay away from her if I can.

  Chapter 8

  Sam

  I don’t know what the heck just happened. Winger was about to kiss me and he suddenly stopped. He must not want me like I want him. He is a super-hot biker, girls like me only get weirdo psycho stalkers who use them and hit them. He probably was just messing with me all the times he flirted. I mean I’m not sure what I was expecting; I guess I was looking for some fun to distract myself, I think?

  I can’t wrack my brain with this any longer, I need a shower and sleep. I hop in the shower and dress for bed. As I am exiting the shower, I get a text message. It’s from Charlotte, she tells me they found a facility to move Leah so we don’t have to be on watch for 24 hours.

  I crawl into bed, trying to not think of what happened between Winger and I. Tomorrow is a new day and I can finally delve into actually making shit happen at the restaurant.

  9 hours later….

  What the hell? My phone keeps ringing and buzzing and now someone is banging on my front door. Ugh, what time is it? I look over at the alarm clock and it’s nine a.m. I shoot straight up. I can’t believe I slept that long, I usually wake up around six in the morning. I grab my phone and see that I have 10 missed calls from Charlotte. What in the world?

  I quickly get out of bed and head to my front door.

  “Sam, are you in there? Please open up.” It’s Charlotte, and she is banging on my door. I can hear her talking to other people. “I don’t think she is in there.” I hear her say to someone.

  “Coming.” I open up the door to Charlotte, Breaker, Winger, Buzz and Liz.

  She immediately hugs me. “Oh my gosh, I was so worried.”

  “What is going on? Why would you be worried?” I ask super confused. I walk into my house and allow them to follow. I go into my kitchen and make myself a cup of tea. Winger, Breaker and Buzz start looking through my house. Charlotte closes my blinds and curtains, Liz helps her.

  “Hey! What the fuck is going on? You guys are ransacking my house, shutting the blinds and you’re freaking me the fuck out.” Have they lost their damn minds?

  Charlotte comes over to me and leads me to sit down on the couch. “Sorry.” She calls Winger over. “Let me see your phone Winger,” she says. He walks over, and he pulls out his cell phone and shows me a series of photos.

  It’s a picture of me yesterday morning, at the restaurant with Winger, going into the Corrupted Saints Clubhouse, leaving with Winger, and then Winger and I in my bedroom last night when he didn’t kiss me. “All the leadership got some form of these. These were sent to Winger. Breaker got some of me, Tank got photos of Sky and Buzz got them of Liz,” Charlotte says.

  “What in the fucking hell?” Someone is watching us, I don’t think I can do this again. My ex stalked me.

  “Yeah, I know. That’s why when you weren’t answering your phone, we all came over here. We thought something happened.” I can’t help it; my hands start shaking.

  “Why in the fuck would they send these to Winger, I’m not his or his old lady. This has nothing to do with me. He won’t even kiss me,” I say looking at Sam and all the others, avoiding Winger.

  “Whether you like it or not, you’re involved.” It’s Breaker, he is looking at me and his face is super straight and tight. He is holding Charlotte’s hand.

  “Look, I’m just going to leave, I can find somewhere else to go. I can’t handle another stalker situation,” I say to them all.

  “We can’t let you do that,” Winger says.

  “And why the hell not? I’m not Corrupted Saints Property. I haven’t even taken your money, I have no obligation to be here!” I yell at them.

  “If you leave, we can’t protect you,” Breaker says this time.

  “I don’t want your protection. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be in this situation. Charlotte, I can’t go through something like this again.” I start to hyperventilate a little.

  Winger comes over to me and starts to rub my back. “What do you mean again Sam?” His touch calms me.

  “Look, I don’t want to talk about this, okay. I just want to leave, can I please leave?” I plead with my head between my legs. I’m trying to catch my breath.

  Winger grabs my hand that is shaking and steadies it. “Sam, look at me,” Winger asks.

  I lift my head slowly. He continues to hold my hand. I look around and see Breaker looking down at our hands and so is everyone else.

  I try to pull my hand away. “Don’t pull away, I’m not going to let go. You need something steady and I’m going to provide that to you,” Winger says. I stop trying to pull away.

  “Look.” This time it’s Breaker. “Sam, I understand this is a difficult situation for you to be in. Charlotte let me know a little of what happened, she didn’t go into detail but told me enough that I understand it’s tough. Right now, we need you to trust us to protect you. We are not going to let anything happen to you. You mean something to our Road Captain here,” he nudges towards Winger, “which is shocking the shit out of all of us. He obviously cares for you and for that reason and because he asked me, you are under our protection. You have the full protection of the Corrupted Saints.”

  I can’t help but put my head down into my other hand. I can’t believe this is happening. Winger leans in and whispers, “Please let my brothers, let me, protect you.” I look up to him and his gorgeous eyes. I look for anything that tells me he is fucking with me, and all I see is worry and concern.

  I can’t believe I am saying this. “Fine. What do I need to do?” I squeeze Winger’s hand back. I don’t know what this means between the two of us, but I saw something in his eyes that I had not seen before when someone looked at me. I’m not ready for another stalker situation, but I know how to handle myself physically if someone comes at me. It’s the mental game that gets me.

  Breaker speaks up again. “We need you to pack up a bag for a few days. We are going to do something called lockdown.” That makes me tense up.

  “You’re freaking her out Breaker.” It’s Charlotte. “What that means is that we are under 24-hour protection in the clubhouse, we can leave only for serious matters, but most of the time we are hunkered down in the clubhouse until they resolve the issue.”

  “How do you know they aren’t going to come for us in the clubhouse?” I ask.

  “We don’t, but it is the safest place you can be,” Breaker says.

  “Well fuck, I get away from the city to get away from the crazy, and I just end up in crazier here. Let me go pack a bag.” I get up and head to my bedroom. Charlotte and Liz follow behind me.

  “Are you okay?” Liz asks. Charlotte is looking at me.

  “I’m shocked and nervous. I don’t understand why this is happening. I’m not Winger’s old lady, I’m just a designer you hired and Charlotte’s friend,” I say as I move about packing clothes in my bag.

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bsp; “Is there something going on between you two?” Charlotte asks.

  “No, I was ready for him to kiss me last night, but he left me. I don’t think he is into it. So, that’s that. We are just friends,” I say as I move into the bathroom to change and grab my toiletries. I put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

  As I leave the bathroom, I see Liz and Charlotte on my bed talking to one another.

  “Alright, I’m ready to go.” I grab my bag and leave my bedroom. They follow behind and we meet the guys out in my living room. The guys all turn towards us.

  “I’m ready.” I hold up my bag. Winger moves and grabs my bag for me.

  “I got that for ya. Come on, let’s get out of here,” he says to me.

  We all head out of my house. Charlotte and Breaker head off on his bike and Tank and Liz head off on his. Winger brought his car. He opens up my door for me, puts my stuff in the back, and gets in. I can’t help but notice him looking around as he gets in.

  “Thank you for coming.” he says to me and grabs my hand.

  “I did it for Charlotte.” I pull my hand away. “Where will I be sleeping?” I ask.

  “You will be staying in my room with me. Don’t worry, I will be staying on the couch, you get the bed.”

  “Is there no other place to sleep? I don’t know if I want to stay on your bed. Are the sheets clean?” I genuinely ask. He has a reputation for fucking anything that walks, except me. I don’t want to be sleeping in cum stains and vag juices.

  “I bought brand new sheets and pillows for you to sleep in.” I don’t believe him. I huff.

  “Yeah okay.”

  “I did, look behind you. They are brand new. I even got a new mattress protector,” he says looking hurt.

  I look behind me and see bags with sheets and pillows. “You really didn’t have to do that. I’m sure I could have just stayed on a couch or something.”

  “It’s not a big deal. Look, I want you to be comfortable and I feel bad that you’re in this situation.” He genuinely looks concerned and worried. I don’t bring up what happened last night.

  We spend the rest of the ride to the clubhouse in silence. Everyone else is already there, I can see their bikes up at the front. Winger parks his car and gets out to grab our bags.

  “Come on, let’s get you settled in.” He leads the way with our bags. I follow behind him into the clubhouse. I’ve never seen so many bikers in one place. They are all looking at me as I walk in with Winger. I follow Winger to his room.

  “Where did all these people come from?” I ask.

  “We have a few chapters in from out-of-town,” he says as he opens up the door.

  As soon as he opens the door, I notice it is clean and smells clean. Definitely different from before. My mouth is hanging open.

  “Are we in the same room?” I ask.

  He chuckles a little. “Yes, we had a cleaning crew in here. I had them burn the sheets and disinfect everything.”

  “Thanks.”

  He sets the bags down on the couch. “You wanna help me make the bed?” he asks as he opens up the sheets.

  “Sure.” We place the mattress pad down, followed by the sheets. They are so soft and a soft grey color. He bought six pillows, too.

  “I like the color.”

  “Me too.”

  I sit on the bed and lay back. “Ahh, it feels great. It’s super comfortable.”

  Winger stands against the wall with his foot up and stares down at me hungrily.

  I lean up on my elbows. “Why do you do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Why do you look at me like you want to eat me, but yet yesterday we were so close and you pulled away like I was disgusting or something?”

  He drags his hands through his hair. “Is that what you think?”

  “Yeah, I mean you were all up in my space and then you pulled away and ran off without saying a word.”

  He moves to the bed and sits next to me. “That’s not it at all.” He drags another hand over his head and face. “I’m afraid of fucking up our friendship.”

  “What do you mean?” I look at him quizzically.

  “Sam, you’re the first girl that isn’t an old lady to one of my brothers that I actually like being around. You hand me my shit right back to me, and I’ve never wanted to be around a woman longer than a fuck, but I do you.”

  “Oh.” I’m speechless.

  “I don’t want to fuck shit up with you or for the restaurant. You’re awesome and hand it out to my brothers more than I do, and no one has ever done that. You fit in well and I’m not going to be the one to fuck that up.”

  Well, that was not what I was expecting at all.

  “And here I thought you thought I was gross.”

  “Jesus, no fucking way. If you were some dumb bitch, I would fuck you and be done, but you aren’t. You’re gorgeous, smart, and talented and you have a mouth on you that keeps me on my toes.”

  “Oh ok, keep going,” I say smirking.

  “I’m serious Sam. You’re an awesome friend.” Well that’s not exactly what I wanted to hear, but I will take it.

  Winger pulls out his phone and looks at the time. “I’m going to head to church, do you need anything before I go?” he asks.

  “No, I’ll be fine. I’m just going to work on some stuff here. Thanks, though.”

  “I’ll be back in a few. We are all going to have dinner together. Please don’t go exploring the clubhouse by yourself. We have some out-of-town chapters in, and ladies without a property patch are free reign.”

  “Ooohh, any hot men out there into some curves, I’ll take it,” I say jokingly but not really.

  “No Sam. Wait until I get back or you’re with one of the other old ladies before you go out there,” he says sternly. I may detect some jealousy, but I note his seriousness.

  “Fine. I will stay in here until you get back, sir, yes, sir,” I jokingly tease him.

  “I’ll be back.” He leaves the room and shuts the door behind him.

  Chapter 9

  Winger

  3 hours later…

  We just spent three fucking hours in church discussing what the fuck we are going to do about our club and old ladies being targeted by Lucifer’s Apostles. Our client for the transport job pulled out at the last moment because they couldn’t get their product all together, but we still got our cut. They’ll be in touch with us later to reschedule.

  On the other hand, Rock went in late last night with a few other brothers and planted surveillance in their clubhouse. I have no idea how the fuck they planted it, but they did. They are getting a dose of their own medicine, that’s for sure.

  After listening in for a little, we found out they are trying to move into our territory and want to take over our clubhouse and businesses. They want to use our women to get to us and make us turn over the businesses with blackmail and kidnapping. These fuckers have another thing coming to them if they think we are going to lay down easy. They are a small fucking club; they may have a reputation for being ruthless, but we are the Corrupted Saints and we don’t take prisoners or shit from anyone. These fuckers had war coming to them the moment they brought our women and families into it.

  In two days’ time we plan on a meetup with these fucks. They either give up and move along or they get war. They got heat coming for them; we aren’t just one chapter but we got 5 other chapters from the country in along with a few other clubs that are our allies and want in on eliminating these shitheads. Until then we are on lockdown; no one is in or out until we deal with this properly. No brother is to go anywhere alone, always with a buddy.

  It’s been such a long meeting and I gotta go check on Sam. She’s been cooped up in my room for 3 hours. I hope she didn’t go out on her own; I told her not to. I really hope she didn’t.

  I make my way back to my bedroom and hear people talking inside. Did she bring a dude back into my room? She wouldn’t dare, wo
uld she? I’m fuming now.

  I push open the door ready to beat the shit out of whoever is in there with her.

  “What the fuck?” I say out loud. As soon as I open the door I find Sam and Sky playing a computer game.

  “Shhh Winger, we are about to win this battle,” Sam, tells me to be quiet. Sam and Sky are both on computers playing a game. Sky and Rock are always playing some military game together, I guess since Rock was in church she found another partner.

  “Alright then, I’m going to take a shower.” I walk into my bathroom and turn the water on. I hop in the shower. It feels fucking amazing. I grab my soap and start washing myself, being careful not to wet my bandage. I don’t need Sam yelling at me again. I can’t help but think of Sam and how good it feels to be near her and to have grabbed her ass. I can’t believe she told me to do that. I run my hand down to my cock and I’m fucking hard as steel. I haven’t ejaculated in days. Shit, I haven’t had sex since I met her. I start to pump my fist up and down faster as I imagine her plump lips around my cock. I keep pumping until I cum. I try to be as quiet as I can, but fuck it feels good. My load is huge and all over my shower wall. That should hold me over until I can get some real pussy. I finished washing myself. I hop out of the shower and dry myself off.

  Shit, I think I got my bandages wet, and I forgot to grab a pair of clean clothes.

  I open up the door and peek out. Tank would kill me if Sky saw me naked or just in a towel.

  “You alright in there Winger?” Sam asks.

  “I forgot my clothes and Sky’s man would kill me if she saw me half naked in a towel.”

  “Sky left as soon as you got in the shower, Tank sent her a text and she left quickly to meet him in his room. It’s just me now. I can leave if you want.”

  I open the door and walk out. She’s already seen me half naked.

  “Actually, I need you to change my bandage, I got it a little wet. Would you mind?” I ask her.

  “Of course not, it’ll let me see how it’s doing.” She pats on the bed next to her. “Come sit. You’re much taller than me and I need a good visual.” I move to the bed next to her and sit down. I am still in my towel. At least she isn’t mad about it being wet.