Nothing Lasts Forever (Battle Born MC Book 2)

by Scarlett Black

  “How do you know? We can’t contact them on a hunch,” Fuego responds, warning lacing his voice.

  “We have the Black Widow. Since last year when we came up here to take over and we found out that we were dealing with the Mexican MC, we contracted her. She has the information.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me!” Stryker’s voice roars through the phone. “She could get you and us killed, Blade!”

  “You don’t think I know that? What other play did we have? We had to get intel, and on the down low, to get ahead of this. I made a choice and I’m standing behind it,” Blade defends.

  “She isn’t coming out until the time is right. She’s agreed to work with us. She has her own agenda and will collect from me when this is over.”

  “Fuck!” Fuego’s heavy breathing hits the line. “I hope you’re fucking right, Blade. I can imagine the shit she knows about us now.”

  “Fuego, start asking yourself what it is that I do know about her. This shit ends now. I’m not living my life looking over my shoulder, afraid of the past. It’s here and it’s time. Get your men on board. We meet in Las Vegas. Stryker, can you make contact with Cobra for a neutral meet?”

  “Aye, get your fucking ass down here so you can answer to me face-to-face.” Stryker hangs up.

  “I’ll be there in the morning to ride out. Be fucking ready, pendejo.” Fuego hangs up the phone.

  We all exhale a long breath and sit back in our seats. Blade looks out the window as he says, “Drink and fuck your bitches. Some of us may not come home.”

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  The brothers are amped up for the meet in Las Vegas and with Los Reyes Malditos later. Not all of them know the back story of those crazy fuckers. But Blade, Tank, Spider and I do. They’ve been at odds with our MC for generations of bullshit. Only the really old fuckers of the club remember all that. I’d prefer it if we could bury it and them all, but that shit will never happen.

  I sit and drink a beer at the table in the corner of the room with Blade, Tank and Spider. We want the guys to relax and let loose, but we keep the situation on our mind. We replay the scenarios and strategies over and over, stressing our minds with the importance of it all. Life or death. We keep our focus to protect the members.

  Vegas, Kat and Dana come wondering into the room. Dana spots me and heads straight over to sit in my lap. Vegas and Kat head to the bar to grab a drink. She wraps her arms around me, giving me a flirtatious kiss. I can’t lie. I love how much she openly shows me her desires and love. I crave her touches and kisses just as much. These last few months we’ve bared every ugly part of ourselves to the other. We have connected in ways I never knew possible.

  Wrapping my own arms around her slender waist, I take her kiss and welcome her comfort. Only she can make my world worth living in and fighting for.

  “What’s wrong, Axl?” She asks and pulls back to look at me. Her eyes wrinkle in the corners ever so slightly, but I see them. My thumb comes up to run over the little, barely there lines.

  “I have to head out tomorrow, princess, for club business, and I don’t know when we will be back. I don’t want to leave you here since I just got back and things got back on track with us.” My pride doesn’t even care if my brothers hear me.

  “Oh, I see. Baby, we’ll be okay because you will come home to me.”

  My head drops to rest on her chest as I think about Maddox and the possibility of never coming home to her again. The thought of leaving her alone in this world like my mom is now is crippling.

  “Baby,” she says and tilts my chin up with her tiny, soft hand. “We can’t go there every time you have to leave. When it is our time to leave this world, it will happen. Doesn’t change how we should live in today. What should we do tonight to make this moment last forever?”

  Crushing my hungry lips to hers, I take her love and support deep inside and feel another small crack heal. She is my heart. In this world of chaos and death, she keeps me alive. My mouth consumes hers in a salacious, dirty kiss.

  “I love you, Dana. Every moment with you is worth fighting the darkness for.”

  Dana leans forward, her lips brushing sweet tender kisses over mine before she whispers back, “I love you, Axl. I will walk through the darkness with you.”

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  “Vegas. Pst.” Damn woman can’t hear me. “Vegas!” Lightly, I punch her shoulder and her drink spills on her boots. Oops.

  Blade gives me an irritated look of “Did you just shoulder punch my woman?”

  Vegas grabs her drink with her other hand and wipes off the wet one onto her Levi’s. “What, asshole?” The she-devil speaks.

  “Sorry, but I have to hurry and tell you this before she gets back from the bathroom.”

  Interested, Vegas moves closer, eyeing me suspiciously. “What’s that?”

  “I want you to help me get Dana to the tattoo shop tonight. How do we do that?”

  She laughs in my face. “Good luck with that.” She snorts then continues, “I’ve known her for, well, ever. She will not sit under the gun, for anyone, sober. Why should I do this for you anyway?” Ah, Vegas is out to play tonight.

  “What do you want?”

  “Well, for one, I don’t ever want to see you push her away like you did again. Two…”

  “Why do you always count shit off to me?”

  “Shut the fuck up and listen,” she snaps at me. “Two, you owe me help with some painting.”

  “Painting what?”

  “Does it fucking matter?” The bitch counters.

  “Fuck, you’re a cold bitch. Alright, I’m in, but my tatt has to be on her by the end of the night.”

  “Then it’s show time, and you,” she points her finger at me again, “better stay the fuck out of my way. And you’re buying hangover burritos tomorrow.”

  All of a sudden, Vegas smiles sweetly, and I turn around to see my princess walking over to us. Fuck, what have I done?

  “Hey, Vegas, what are you guys talking about?”

  “Oh, nothing much. Axl was just volunteering to help paint the outside of the brewery for me! He is so sweet!” That fucking she-devil plays off her innocents. I see Blade smirking over his cigarette to keep from laughing. Tank dives his face into Kat’s shoulder while his body shakes with unheard laughter.

  “Baby,” Dana beams at me, “God, that’s so sweet of you! That building is huge and tall. I can’t believe how sweet you are.” Her arm comes around my side and her other hand rubs at my chest.

  “Yep. I’m really fucking sweet like that, princess.” I try really hard not to come unhinged and hit a bitch, but, God, Vegas, she makes it hard. If I ever had a sister to hate, it would be her.

  “Well, love,” Vegas turns to Blade and asks, “Should we tell them?”

  Blade puts two of his fingers to his mouth to whistle loudly over the laughter and music before he belts out, “I’m gonna be a dad! Vegas is having my baby.”

  That fucking bitch.

  Cheers erupt into congratulations and champagne is popped and passed around to celebrate the occasion. So, she knew, and she played me hard. Dana leaves me to jump into Vegas’ arms, hugging her. Vegas winks at me over Dana’s shoulder and I flip her the fuck off. She rocks her glass back and forth and tells us, “Cranberry juice.” Dana’s face glows from the happiness she feels for her friend. She steps back into my side and curls into me.

  Vegas is passed from person to person as she collects hugs and congratulations from around the room. Hugging Kat, she whispers something into her ear. They part and I watch Kat leaving the room. Vegas continues on to the next person. Kat is back in and walks over to us to stand next to Dana, handing her a glass of champagne.

  After every hand has a drink, Vegas yells over the crowd, “Toast!” Blade says, “To not knowing what the future holds, but betting on forever.” He pulls Vegas into him for an intimate kiss.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dana’s eyes shine with love as she’s watching her friend. I
n this moment, I know that there is nothing else in this life I want more than to give her every possible experience of love and happiness that she deserves.

  Kat clinks her plastic champagne flute with Dana’s and the girls drink together as I take a pull from my beer. Dana holds out her glass in front of her, eyeing it suspiciously. “That was a little bitter,” she comments, and I groan. They better not have laced her drink, but with what?

  The Black Widow mouths a smile over her flute, “X,” and proceeds to down the rest.

  My jaw ticks from anger and anxiety that I got her into this mess with these crazy ass bitches. When she wakes up tomorrow and realizes that we drugged her, and with a tattoo, fuck, my balls are going to be ripped off.

  An hour and three more drinks later, Dana giggles at everything that anyone says. The other club sluts have showed up by now. The room is packed with booze, bud and ecstasy. Dana watches one of the naked club sluts start stripping for Pawn and she stares in amazement. Pawn’s greedy eyes watch her from the couch he sits on. Toxic by Britney Spears starts to play. The rhythm entices the girls to bump and grind on each other. The smell in the room is heady with sex, and dark promises lurk in the air.

  Dana gasps as another girl gets onto her knees, he rises slightly, and she takes Pawn’s pants with her to the floor. The slut takes his rock-hard cock into her hands and pumps him lightly a few times before we lose sight of his dick into her mouth and she sucks him with slow strokes, wanting to bring him blissful pleasure.

  Wrapping my arms around her as she’s watching the scene has my dick aching to be in her silky pussy. As if her watching this is making her wet and wild for me and for my cock, Dana begins to sway her ass, rubbing it into my crotch. My cherry pie is definitely fucking hot for my cock. This whole thing was a bad idea, but then again, why does it feel so right?

  My hand runs up under her shirt and I pinch her nipples. She gasps and stills in my arms. Pulling her back against me, I whisper into her ear, “Does my princess’ pussy need her king to take care of her?”

  “Yes.” She rests her head back on my shoulder, arching her ass into me.

  I drop my hands from around her body and take her hand, pulling her down the hallway to my room. I slam the door shut behind us and turn her to face it, kissing down her neck. My hands eagerly pull her pants down, then mine.

  Leaning into her body, I warn her, “I have other plans for you right now. You’re going to do what I tell you. Right, princess?” I ask as my fingers find her pussy and pump in and out of her

  “Yes,” she gasps and submits to my demands.

  “Good girl.” I whisper into her ear and nip the flesh with teeth. Her body shivers and the reaction increases my need to fuck her sweet pussy.

  Removing my hands from her silky hot cunt, I place my hand on her back and push her forward until her hands are resting on the door and I can see her pussy from behind. Grabbing my dick, I pump it a few times, then run it through her soft folds. She moans and pushes back against me, arching her back for me.

  “That’s my princess, take it all.” I grab her waist and impale her onto my dick. Reaching around, I rub quick circles around her clit. I push our limits together, racing for a quick and hard release. Her fingernails scrape the paint on the door. I hammer myself into her body. If this is love, then I love her body hard. She was made to take my cock. I pump and fuck her as fast as I can, racing against time until she moans out her release, her cunt gripping me. I feverishly pump a few more strokes and explode my own pleasure inside of her.

  Our racing breaths mingle together as I hold her to me before turning her around. Kissing her lips, I pull up her pants and then mine. She buttons hers up and I take her hand to pull her out of the room. The brothers catcall when they see us walking back into the main room. Dana’s face lights up red with embarrassment. Kissing her again, I tell her, “Don’t worry, we’re leaving.”

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  Do I really want to go through with this? I ask myself over and over as I hold the tattoo gun in my hand. Kat and Vegas helped me get a buzzed Dana into the car. By the time we got here, I think I underestimated how much of a lightweight my woman is. She is now drunk and passed out on my tattoo table.

  “Well, all I can say is, I held up my end. Tattoo her or not, Axl, the rest is up to you from here,” Vegas comments while picking her bag up, ready to walk out.

  “Shit, what if she’s not ready for this?” I plead with the devil, and she starts laughing.

  “How do you know though? Vegas! This is not a joke, I’ve never done something this fucking insane. I know you do crazy ass shit on a daily basis, but the rest of us don’t live in your fucking world of fucked up mind games.”

  “Easy, asshole. You’re just being bitchy because I kick your ass at mind games. It’s not your fault you’re a dumbass pretty boy. We all can’t have it all, smart and beautiful. But I’ll give you this because it’s important to Dana.” She finishes the ass chewing and pulls out her phone to send me a text. She then looks at me expectedly to read it before she leaves.

  Mega Bitch: Show this to her in the morning if you have any doubts of where your balls are at, you lame ass little pussy.

  If only I could punch Blade’s woman without getting my ass kicked again this month.

  “I’m out, I want my paint done within two weeks,” Vegas says as she walks away holding two fingers up in the air. Not having a comeback, I flip her off behind her retreating back.

  Bitch.

  Chapter 24

  Dana

  Waking up, I start stretching my aching body as I remember all the fun and sexy times we had last night. I roll over onto my back and feel startled by a memory and a little bit of pain. I jackknife straight up in bed at the thought as I screech, “Axl!” Before diving back under the covers.

  “Oh my God, oh my God,” I chant as I throw the covers back off me again and get myself out of bed. I take off toward the bathroom and run straight into Axl’s chest just as he comes barreling out the door in a towel, dripping wet. His hands drop the towel from around his waist and grab a hold of my shoulders to keep me from bouncing off him and onto the floor.

  “What happened last night?” I push past him to get into the bathroom so I can look. Pulling the mirrors out, I look at my naked reflection in the mirror and my eyes focus on my back. I pull my hair over to the side to see covered clear plastic in the center of my back and bellow my neck. Axl comes up behind me and turns my body so that I’m facing the mirror. Gently, he starts to pull off the tape and plastic.

  “Did you tattoo me, Axl? Did you brand me last night?” I ask in a panic. How did this happen?

  “Yes, princess.” Lovingly, Axl kisses above my tattoo as he reveals his brand for me. He turns me to the side so I can look into the mirrors. In an arch, it’s written in script, “Axl’s Princess.” Under the writing, there’s a beautiful pink heart, and on each side are a partial black and gray rose and an angel wing opposite to it. The tattoo was done in light coloring and shading with the effect of what would look like water coloring. Under that, it is also written, “Battle Born,” in an arch.

  Tears prick at my eyes at how pretty it is and the minimal coloring he used shows me how much thought he put into it for me. “Oh my God, Axl! It is so pretty. I have a tattoo! I have your tattoo! Is this your tattoo?”

  Axl’s fingers run over the tattoo. “Axl’s Princess.” His finger traces over the writing as he says it. “The heart is for you. You are at the center of everything, Dana. The rose is what you have built with your girls, the wing is for me, for taking care of me with your heart. And Battle Born, princess, you may not know this, but you are a warrior, you are battle born.” He kisses me again on the back of my neck and I turn around to face him.

  “You think I’m strong?” My lips quiver as I’m trying to get the words out.

  “Dana, who helped her dad find love in this world and loved him back? You stood by Vegas and helped her with The Black Rose when her life was falli
ng apart. Just because you aren’t front and center, that doesn’t make you any less. It makes you the one your people go to because they know you’re strong. Battle born.”

  Axl picks me up by the back of my thighs and sets my ass on the counter. “I have to leave, princess. I’ll call you when I can, okay?” Axl holds onto my face, looking deeply into my eyes.

  “Charlie and I will be here… oh shit, where is Charlie?” I start to panic and jump down from the sink. I grab one of Axl’s shirts and throw it on to cover my body.

  Axl throws on his pants and shirt also. “Babe, I just put him in the back yard, he’s fine. I got to run and get Vegas some burritos before I leave. Do you want me to bring you one?” That stops me right in my tracks.

  “Why are you taking Vegas breakfast, Axl?” What the hell is going on? Then it dawns on me. “Why do you OWE her, Axl?”

  His face turns ashen as he quickly shoves his boots on. “She just helped me out, is all.”

  “With what? And then you’re just going to paint that big ass building out of the goodness of your heart and I wake up with a tattoo on my back and a very sketchy memory? I’m not buying your bullshit, Axl, fess up.”

  “Fuck, okay. I asked Vegas to help me get you under the gun. She and Kat put some kind of ecstasy in your champagne. After you had three more glasses, you were so hot, so we fucked in the room. Then I took you to the tattoo shop and I tattooed you. You even fell asleep and did your princess snore through the whole thing. That part was kind of cute because you are cute when you snore, and no one has ever passed out on my table like that.”

  “Kind of cute! Axl! Drugging people and them passing out is not fucking cute, you dick! I’m going to kill you and Vegas.” Holding my finger in his face, I threaten.

  “I’ll take X with you next time, princess,” Axl bites and sucks on the end of my finger.