“Axl, all of you belongs to me. All of you that’s good or bad. I can’t live without you, I won’t live without you. Take whatever light you need from me, I want your dark too. I want it all.”
Leaning forward, I take one long lick of her pussy. Having missed her scent, touch and taste, I devour what’s always been mine, what I took all those years ago without knowing what it was when I had it. Somewhere inside of me, I knew this woman was mine. I savagely hunger for her and won’t allow her to stop me. She is mine.
The taste of her intoxicates me, taking me to a primal level of need. It is a need that overrides my senses to fill her with my life and my baby. I flatten my tongue over her clit, and, with hurried strokes over and over again, I bring her to another quick but powerful orgasm.
Moving up her body, I place one hand beside Dana’s chest as my other hand drags my rock-hard dick through her folds. I coat her on myself and moan out with the need to fill my woman.
With a determined push, I connect us as one. I bring my body forward, my chest to hers, and I kiss her lips. “I need to mark your skin with my brand. My baby stretching and marking your body. Mine,” I rasp over her lips. I savagely nip and pull at her lips with my teeth. I want to destroy her and take her to heaven or our hell with me. Make her the reflection of who I am, of what my love is, of us. Whatever it is, it’s us together.
Dana licks at my tongue and I lovingly rub mine back over hers. Rearing back, I began to stroke my dick in and out of what is mine. I love the slick tightness of her, it sends tingles through my body. Needing more, I increase the speed of my thrusts. Fire ignites into my body as I pound out the release into my woman and her pussy convulses around me.
∞ ∞ ∞
Dana reaches up, in her skin-tight Levi’s, to place some dishes in the cupboard above her. I have to close my eyes to resist the urge to rip her jeans off and fuck her in my mom’s new kitchen. Groaning to myself, I take a tentative couple of steps toward the living room with some boxes in my arms.
“Axl! Why are you walking around with your eyes shut! You almost ran me over!” Mom screeches at me. I pop my eyes open, startled to hear her voice so close.
“Fuck, you don’t wanna know, Ma,” I say and walk around her.
“He was popping a semi for the princess in the kitchen,” Tank helpfully tells her. “I saw the same thing, but I didn’t close my eyes,” Tank teases.
“Shut the fuck up, Tank, I will fuck your ass up if you stare at her ass, it’s MY ass,” I warn him, scowling.
“Easy, boys, and I really don’t want to know about her ass, I’ve already seen her tits,” Mom confesses and a glass is shattered onto the kitchen floor. Mom chuckles as she walks away. “Dana, that’s a nice set of tits too, girl, my boy did good.”
“Axl! Where is that picture? I’m burning it.” Dana comes storming out of the kitchen and stands her ground firmly in front of me. Setting the boxes down, I reach around her to grab handfuls of the ass I was eyeballing a little bit ago, and say, “Never handing it over, it’s mine. Losers weepers, finders’ keepers.” I kiss her nose and let go, then I walk away with Tank as he whispers to me, “Can I see it?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Besides, they are my tits. You remember that concert, the one where you took the picture with the girl on my shoulders and she flashed the band?” I question, shaking my head at his dumbass.
“Kind of, yeah. Are you telling me that was her?” Tank says in disbelief. Then realization hits him. “I’ve seen your woman’s tits.” He smirks. “I may need to verify it was me who took that picture. I never forget a pair of nice tits.”
I start to reach into my cut to pull out the picture… Instead, I pull my hand out empty and flip Tank off. “Fuck you, asshole. Like I said. My. Fuckin’. Tits. My eyes only.”
“You’re a selfish fucking bastard, you know that? Jesus, was that really her a whole fuckin’ ten years ago?” Tank’s face is priceless, his mouth opened so wide with disbelief.
“Believe it, fucker, I found my princess after all this time. I’m Prince fuckin’ Charming in my own fairytale,” I tell him with a cocky grin.
“What? As in she lost her dick and you helped her find it again? So,” Tank laughs, “You slipped your dick in all the maiden pussies in all the land, searching for the right maiden pussy that was lost all those years ago. Some pussies fit too small and some fit to large,” Tank chuckles. “But this one was fairest maiden of them all, she slipped on the lost cock, and it was a perfect pussy fit after all?” He finishes while holding his stomach from laughing so hard.
“Fits like the finest fuckin’ princess pussy in all of the land,” I say and grab my crotch, thrusting my hips forward.
Tank’s hand is over his mouth, laughing with his eyes on the kitchen window. I turn to look at my right, and Dana is at the window where it’s obvious that she heard the whole conversation.
“I love you, princess!”
“He loves your princess pussy!” Tank yells after me to make sure she heard it. Dana’s eyebrows raise and she slams the window shut.
“Fuck, Tank.” I shake my head at my best, dumbass friend.
“You’re also like Humpty Dumpty,” he snickers. “She had to go put your broken dumbass back together again.”
Glaring at Tank, I say, “At least I have princess pussy. Say whatever you want, my dumb humpty dumpty ass gets all the humpin’ pussy. Fuck, never mind this shit is stupid.”
Walking around to the back of the U-Haul, I spot a black sedan parked a block over, with the ignition running and facing us. I grab a box and continue back into the house. I set it down in the living room, then continue into the spare room, signaling for Tank to follow me.
Tank shuts the door as I call Blade, placing the phone on speaker. I wait until he picks up.
“Axl,” his deep baritone voice echoes in the room.
“Outside of my mom’s house there’s a black sedan with the engine running, facing the house. I don’t want to be paranoid, but can we get some eyes and Spider on it?” I ask as an uneasy feeling crawls up my spine.
“Aye, how long will you be there?”
“Most of the afternoon, moving shit, why?”
“Keep the girls in the house, but keep your eyes on it. I want to look around town, see who’s here. I don’t want the car to move until I get a head count,” Blade states.
My phone beeps off as Spider calls and instructs me to get a few pictures. Opening the door to the room, I find Dana and my mom standing with their hands on their hips and eyebrows cocked.
“What? We had a club call,” I explain, and Dana raises her eyebrows higher, not believing me. “We did,” I say again.
∞ ∞ ∞
Walking into the clubhouse, I find Blade in his office looking out the window. “That bad of a day, huh?” I ask him.
“I think Tony has been following you still, along with the rest of us,” Blade answers.
“Why?”
“I called Fuego and Stryker. Tony has a deal with Los Reyes Malditos, The Cursed Kings, to transport drugs and diamonds up here. Since we took over, or killed off his connections for transport, he’s fucked.”
“How close are we to paying off the Club’s debt with him?” I ask.
“One fight to go.” Blade takes a long drag off his smoke. His thoughts swirl around the space along with the smoke as he exhales.
“This isn’t over, is it?”
“Far from over, brother,” he replies and shakes his head.
“What did we find about the car at Harley’s house?” I don’t want to have to worry about my mom’s safety on top of everything else.
“One of Tony’s guys was watching the house,” he says while exhaling smoke.
“Fuck, maybe I shouldn’t have brought her up here,” I say and run my hands through my hair.
“No, her being closer to you was better. Down there she would’ve been left more vulnerable. This way we have eyes on her. We will finish this last fight and get so
me answers. Stryker has a call out to Los Reyes Malditos.” Blade’s worried eyes find mine. Stryker never asks for help from Los Reyes Malditos and we all know why. Cuervo.
∞ ∞ ∞
The music blares, pumping the crowd with fake energy for the fight. They all cheer as Blade jumps into the ring, shirtless, like a predator. He surveys his surroundings and takes a walk around the ring. The MC eyes him as he is announced. Blade doesn’t give one fuck other than to drop the other fighter and then get the fuck back to the clubhouse.
The other fighter turns to face Blade. He is also one of Tony’s guards. The fighter pops forward, lunging at Blade, looking to get the first hit in right after the bell. Blade dodges left and jabs the fighter in the stomach, who, in turn, falls forward with the blow, and forgets to cover his face. Blade brings his fist up and catches him on the chin, his head whipping back. His body follows, falling backward onto the ropes and then the floor.
A man that’s sitting in the front row seat stands and quickly walks by the fallen fighter.
“Snake, follow that asshole who just left the ring.” Snake takes off into the crowd, and, just as I suspected, the fighter stands, fisting a small knife in his hand. Blade’s eyes zero in on his hand. Lifting his leg, he reaches into his boot and he pulls out a butterfly knife of his own. Flipping the handle around in his hand, he firmly grips the knife with an evil gleam in eyes.
The fighter steps forward, looking for an opening to sink the knife into Blade’s flesh. Lunging for him, Blade brings his size twelve boot up into the man’s face. The knife misses Blade’s throat but nicks his arm. Blade slashes across the man’s stomach. Blood pours from the cut across his abs.
Polices sirens blare from down the street. Blade grabs the fighter’s hand that’s holding the knife and pulls him towards him, only to plunge his own knife into his gut. He twists the knife as he pulls it out. He rapidly stabs him several more times and the room erupts into chaos. People rush for the exits before they end up getting arrested.
Men circle Tank and I as fists start flying and more knifes come out to play. Tank and I are stuck in a knife fight with four other guys. Odds aren’t good. A blast of a gun goes off behind me and scares the shit out of me as I jump and hit the floor. Tank turns, and I see sparkles lighting up his eyes. I look over my shoulder to see Kat dressed all in black, walking over our way, double fisting two Glocks.
“There’s my Kitty Kat. Just in time, baby!”
“Shut the fuck up, Tank!” She scolds him.
She tosses him a gun, then stands in front of him. Reaching behind her back, she tosses out another nine in my direction. I catch it in midair and jump to my feet.
Tank’s hand slides around her stomach and he whispers into her ear while grinding his dick into her ass. She fires her gun just as Tank does the same, holding his arm out over her shoulder.
Real Pulp Fiction mixed with a twisted Kill Bill kind of shit is happening and I see dead bodies drop. Taking their backs, I fire and hit three more men that were coming from the same direction Kat just came from.
Blade jumps down from the ring with his hands covered in blood from the four guys who are bleeding out up there. Trapped in the warehouse, we look for an exit and we start running back toward the offices. Kat hands Blade a small canister of lighter fuel and a lighter.
“Tank, Kat, run into the rooms to find papers or shit to burn. Axl, watch the hallway!” Blade yells and runs into another room.
Holding my Glock straight out in front of me, my legs are spread wide and I’m ready for the first fucker to pop his head around the corner. One unlucky motherfucker notices me too late since he came barreling around the corner, and I pop him in the head.
Blade runs back and dumps a trashcan of papers onto the floor. He is followed by Tank who’s carrying a few boxes and Kat brings an oxygen tank.
“Fuck yeah, light this bitch on fire,” Tank high fives a demonic looking Kat. Blade pours out the small container of lighter fluid around the items, tossing the lighter on top of it all. Flames rise high around us, making a circle of fire. Three cops appear from down the hallway.
Tank, Kat and I raise our Glocks and fire through the flames. Three more dead bodies hit the concrete, dead cold. We jump out and take off down the hallway to the back office, locking the door behind us. Blasting the window, I hold my hands together for Kat. She sticks her boot into the step I made and I lift her up to the window so she can crawl through. Blade helps me to heave Tank’s fat ass up. I help Blade up through the window too.
Tank yells from the other side, “Move your ass, Humpty!”
I jump up, gripping the windowsill. With a loud grunt, I pull myself up to find Tank waiting.
“Get your ass down, Dumpty, before you crack your ass on the concrete.”
As I’m lifting my leg up and stick it through the window, a loud boom shakes the walls and floors from the oxygen tank blowing up. I lift the rest of my body as smoke and heat envelopes the room. I drop to my feet, coughing and dry heaving from inhaling all that shit. Tank and I jump into the back of the Suburban with the rest of the crew. We peel the fuck out of the death trap we just escaped from, thank fuck.
Chapter 20
Dana
“Jenn!” I yell for her outside of her house as I bang my fist against the door for the tenth time. “Son of bitch, what’s wrong with you?” I mutter to myself while walking around the house to the back.
I walk up the steps to reach the backdoor and then bang on it too a few more times. She doesn’t answer. I am annoyed that she can’t bother to show up or call us anymore.
I get back to my car, then drive the twenty minutes over to The Black Rose. I’m hoping that I can find her there, lost in her music, and that she didn’t blow me off again. Emilia opens the door to the kitchen with Tami trailing out behind her, carrying cleaning supplies.
“Have you guys seen Jenn around today?”
“She called in sick last night, we haven’t seen her in a few days,” Emilia answers, looking concerned.
“I haven’t seen her either, is she okay?” Tami asks, and starts wringing her hands together in front of her.
“I’m sure she’s fine. I just thought we had made plans for today.” I pull my lips up into a smile and try to seem unaffected that Jenn didn’t show up for work. Jenn lives and breathes for her music, so the news is making me feel even worse.
“I bet she’s over at the brewery, I’ll go check over there. If you do see her, give me a call, okay?”
“Okay,” they both answer sounding unconvinced.
I leave the bar through the back and head over toward the brewery, even more worried now than I was before. I find Vegas behind her desk, with her black rimmed glasses on as she types away on her keyboard.
“Vegas,” I say at the same time as Tugg barks all excited to see me and wanting to play.
She jumps in her chair and hits her knee on the desk. “Jesus, you asshole, what’s with the tone? What’s going on? You just scared the ever-loving shit out of me,” she says, taking her black glasses off and setting them on her desk.
Reaching over, I pet an anxious Tugg as I tell her about my problem. “I was supposed to go shopping with Jenn today. I went to go pick her up over an hour ago. She hasn’t been answering her phone and she wasn’t home.” If anyone will believe me that something is wrong, it’ll be Vegas.
“I thought maybe she was working on her music again, but she wasn’t at the bar, and Emilia and Tami said she called in sick. What the hell’s been going on?”
Vegas holds up her hand and walks around the desk, all while putting her leather coat on. “Don’t panic, we know she wouldn’t go too far off the grid. Let’s go talk with Blade and Axl. Let them know we are running off to go find Jenn. Come on, Tugg, let’s go.”
“We have to go tell them?” Tugg and I follow Vegas out of the building. He jumps all around my feet asking to go play.
“Yeah, we do. The last time I took you on an impromptu field trip, I c
ouldn’t sit down for a week, and Blade turned into Sandman, cold bastard, and that was boring as fuck.”
“Sandman?” I ask as we jump into her black Tahoe.
“Yeah, you know the song Enter Sandman by Metallica? Dude kills people in their sleep, takes them off to Neverland to never return.”
She starts the car and drives us over to the tattoo shop. “He’s a prickly bastard when you piss him off,” she casually states about the killer sleeping next to her every night.
Leaving the car running, we jump out with Tugg in tow, and walk into the Battle Born Tattoo shop. Vegas is on a mission, not seeing anything but her destination in the back room where Blade is working on a guy’s arm piece.
“Babe? Sorry, can I interrupt you for a minute?” Vegas asks so sweetly.
He rolls back in his chair, with his eyebrows raising at her tone. “Give me five?” Blade asks his client and rolls his shoulders back to stretch. The guy nods, and Blade grabs his smokes with one hand and plants his other one firmly on her ass as he starts leading us out the front door.
Once we’re finally outside, Blade lights his smoke and looks at Vegas. “What’s going on, baby doll?”
“We think something’s wrong with Jenn, and Dana and I are going to go find her.”
Just as she finishes her sentence in one quick breath, Axl pulls up on his bike and parks in his designated spot. He comes and stands next me, then, bending down, he gives me a big kiss.
“Vegas and I were just telling Blade how we can’t find Jenn. She’s not answering her phone and called in sick,” I fill Axl in on the situation.
“Is that all? Maybe she doesn’t feel good and is sleeping off a hangover?” Axl questions as if we are overreacting. Vegas and I turn to look directly at him, both of us surprised at his statement and reasoning.
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