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by Liberty Parker

  “The fuck!” Carson roars by my ear as he makes it to us and is standing behind me. I look over at Rainey and see her huddled in on herself, making my anger rise to the level of a nuclear explosion. She hears Carson and looks up at us, shock apparent on her face. I walk up to her and push her back into the room, she shouldn’t have to keep this atrocity in her line of sight for even a second longer. Carson comes up behind me and shuts the door after growling out, “Get rid of this!”

  “I’m sorry, it caught me off guard and scared the shit out of me,” I pull her deep into the comfort of my arms and Carson wraps his around both of us. I can feel him shaking as badly as I am.

  “You have absolutely no reason to apologize, this should’ve never happened in the first place, especially here, you’re always to feel safe in the clubhouse.”

  “She should always be safe! I can’t believe this happened here,” Carson replies. And like a light bulb it hits me, this threat to her, it’s coming from someone we trust and allowed to be here. I need to speak to Wasp and Tic…immediately.

  “Carson, can you stay here with her for a minute?”

  “Of course, brother.” He raises his eyebrow in question, but I shake my head at him, he’ll figure it out here shortly, just as I did, or he’ll find out when we get a chance to talk, alone. I walk out of the room after giving my girl a kiss on her head, knowing that I’m leaving her in great hands, and go to seek out Wasp.

  I find him and Tic in his office, the door is open, so I know and get their attention. “Got a minute?”

  “Yeah, brother, come on in,” Wasp says, I close the door behind me and take a seat. “Are you thinkin’ what we are?” he asks me, and I’m not sure that we’re on the same page so I raise my eyebrow in question. “That this is in-house?”

  “Yep,” I say, and they both look defeated when I confirm that I’m on the same page as they are.

  “Fuck!” Tic says, kicking the edge of the desk. My brother is known for being a family man, but he also has a temper, especially when one of said family members is in trouble.

  “Can we pull up video feed?” I ask. I know we have it in the clubhouse, but none of us are privy to where it’s set up and where it isn’t.

  “We don’t have anything set up in the hallways by members’ rooms. We didn’t want to invade anyone’s privacy,” Tic says.

  “But, we do have feed in the main rooms, we can watch it and see if anyone makes their way to the members’ dorms,” Wasp states.

  “True,” Tic says, pulling his phone from his pocket and texting someone, I’m assuming Bomber since he’s our security and IT expert. “Bomber’s gonna pull as many of the feeds as possible throughout the building. One way or another, hopefully we’ll catch someone up to no good.”

  “At least we know it isn’t a brother, since we were all in here having a meetin’,” I mumble under my breath.

  They look up at me and Tic says, “Never thought it would be, I trust every brother here.” I nod my head, because I do to. We’ve cleaned house and there’s no one left that I believe could turn rat or betray us by going after our families.

  “That leaves the Babes,” I murmur, and they look at me and I know that all of the Ol’ ladies have been struggling with some of them. With the way the new ones pant over all the men, the new, the old and the taken. My mind drifts to the baby doll that was left as a ‘gift’ for Rai and blood boils. “These bitches have messed with the wrong woman. She doesn’t deserve this bullshit.”

  “No, she doesn’t. Why don’t you go check in on her, and we’ll take care of things on this end? Maybe get her out for a ride to clear her mind,” Tic says.

  “Yeah, but I want this bitch, or bitches, caught and dealt with. I want them gone, however you see fit to do so.” I leave the room, ‘cause I know that they’ll be dealt with according to our laws and not the way I’d personally like them disposed of.

  Rainey

  Sitting behind Levi on the bike, with the wind in my hair, I try to forget the message that was delivered to me this morning. Knowing now that my threat is from inside the club has left me feeling numb. It’s not one of the men, it couldn’t be, they could care less about who’s dipping their stick where. They honor and respect each other to a point that puts my sisters’ and my bond to shame, and we’re as close as siblings and best friends could be. Levi squeezes my leg and I bury myself further into his back. My arms are firmly wrapped around him, and my mind is in several different places, I’m thinking of who could hate me so much at their club that they’d like to see my demise. We pull up to my sister Emory’s house, and I know my men are ready to share what’s been going on, I just wish they would’ve consulted me, so I was prepared for the ambush that’s coming from my sisters and mother.

  We park the bikes and before I have a chance to get onto them, my mother comes barreling out of the house. I get off, remove my helmet and rush into her awaiting arms. There’s nothing like the security of knowing everything will be alright as that of when your mother has you wrapped in her love.

  “Come on inside, baby girl, tell us what’s going on with you.”

  “Okay, Momma.”

  We walk into the house and my sisters come up and hug me the same way my mother just did. I bury my head in my oldest sister’s neck and finally let go and cry all the tears that I’ve held back for all of these months. “Talk to me,” she says, running her hand up and down my back. Being the baby of the three of us, they’ve always been more protective of me than they are of each other. I have a close-knit bond with both of them, I’ll always have a supporter in each one of them.

  “Someone wants me dead,” I sob into her neck. I’m sure I’m soaking her shirt, but neither one of us cares right now.

  “Shhh,” she says, rocking me back and forth, “we’ve got this, nothing is going to happen to you.”

  “Tell us everything,” Emory says, standing at my back, running her fingers through my hair. They move me over to the couch and surround me. I’m sure my men want to support and hold me right now, but they’re giving me what I need instead of what they want. All the men remain standing, and I look up and see my niece and nephew cuddled against their fathers. This brings the first smile to my face I’ve had in hours. I love those two munchkins, they are everything to me and my family. My niece, Shyann, may not be ours by blood, but she’s ours in every other way that counts. She’ll never feel left out, and she’ll experience all the love, and tenderness we can show her. As for my nephew, Devon, he’s an amazing little boy, who happens to look just like his daddy. He’s going to be a heartbreaker, that’s for sure. He begins to fuss, and Dillon sways him back and forth and he settles down quickly. Shyann is conked out, and the world around her ceases to exist…for now.

  I sit between my sisters, my head on Ariel’s shoulder and my hand firmly placed in Emory’s as the guys explain to everyone what’s going on. Marcus and Dillon are turning an odd shade of red the further the explanation goes. Carson pulls out a folded stack of papers and they get passed around. One by one, I see a look of devastation, and utter loss of words, for what they’re reading.

  “Let me get this straight,” Dillon begins, “someone you trust has now threatened our sister bodily harm if she doesn’t give you two up?”

  “Basically,” Carson replies.

  “Unfuckinbelievable!” Marcus hollers, which causes Shyann to stir in his arms, he shushes her and rocks her until she settles back down. Emory gets up and goes and gathers their daughter from him. “I got her, baby,” he says to her, but she knows her man, and knows that he needs a minute to get himself together.

  “It’s okay, Marcus, Momma needs some cuddle time anyways,” she says, and he leans over and places a kiss on her forehead.

  “What do we need to do?” Dillon asks my men.

  “Club’s handling it,” Carson replies.

  “Is it someone you trust?” Marcus asks.

  “At this time, we know it’s not a brother,” Levi states.


  “It’s one of the club Babes,” I respond.

  “One of their whores you mean?” Ariel snaps, “Let me at them, they’ll never know what hit them.” She is so angry, she’s nearly shaking with her rage.

  “Sounds fair to me, let me in, I’d like to teach those sluts a lesson or two,” Mom pipes in. We all look at her with looks that resemble a deer caught in the headlights. “Mom?” I’m not sure if I’m ready to ask her a question or high five her, Mom has never believed in violence before.

  “I’m tired of my girls’ lives being threatened, no matter what the manner of that is. I’m sick of sitting on the sidelines, not able to protect y’all!” she all but shouts the roof off the house.

  “Woah, Mom!” Emory shouts, “maybe we should call Dr. McHottie, seems your blood pressure is getting a little too high.”

  “Leave my Tremmy out of this,” she huffs out.

  “Tremmy?” I ask.

  “That’s what she’s started calling Dr. Tremaine,” Emory states.

  “I like Dr. McHottie better,” I mumble, and Levi shoots me a dirty look. I shrug my shoulders in a ‘what’ and he narrows his eyes further. My guys don’t like it when I refer to another man as being hot. One time I told my sisters one of my clients was dreamy and I thought Carson was going to lose his shit. I was informed that day that no one is ‘hot’ or ‘dreamy’, I am to only have eyes for them. Which is the case in a sense, but I am a woman who can admire the finer things in life. They’d have to put blinders on me for me not to notice, and I can’t work without my eyesight.

  “Me too,” Ariel says, and Emory rolls her eyes.

  “You would,” she tells Ariel, who shrugs her shoulders and smiles.

  “Can we get back to the topic at hand here?” Carson mumbles, and my sisters and I share a look, and we burst out in laughter. Our men, you’ve gotta love them, because there is no giving them back. We take them as they are, alphaness and all, just as they accept us for who we are. We aren’t your barbie doll wanna be women, we’re all covered in ink, some piercings and are definitely not arm candy in any way. We are real, every square inch of us.

  “Yes, let’s,” Dillon says, throwing Ariel a look of his own. Marcus is the only one who hasn’t said or made a face, but that could be because he’s too busy pacing the floors, lost in his own thoughts. Levi and Carson tell us all everything they’ve been able to piece together, and I have to say I’m impressed. Especially since Bomber’s only had my phone and information for less than twenty-four hours.

  Carson

  After going through all the details with Rainey’s family, we ended up ordering some take-out. Now, I’m mentally and emotionally drained. My protective instincts have skyrocketed, and my only thoughts are about how to keep my girl from suffering any harm that may come her way, I have a fear that this won’t be so cut and dry. We all know it’s one of the bitches, but we can’t accuse one or all without solid proof. As much as I’d like to kick them all to the curb, that won’t pass with all the single brothers we have patched in recently, I’m afraid it would cause a revolt, but I can’t stand the thought of going to my club and not wanting to throttle each and every one of them. We climb into bed, and Rainey snuggles into me and is sound asleep before Levi has a chance to join us. Guess there’s not going to be any stress relieving playtime tonight.

  I wake up to Rainey’s mouth wrapped around my cock. She has her ass in the air, and Levi’s mouth is going to town between her legs, they must’ve been waiting on me for awhile, because I can see the glistening of her pleasure on Levi’s mouth when he lifts his head to see if I’ve joined them yet in the land of the living. “Fuck,” I hiss out, when I feel the back of her throat, as she swallows me whole. My balls begin to draw up, so I think of anything I can to not blow my load before I get the chance to bury myself in her ass or pussy. “Dammit, Rainey, I’m goin’ to come down your throat if you keep going.”

  She looks up at me and pops her mouth from me. “We wouldn’t want that now, would we?” she asks. Then she takes her tongue and makes one more swipe from root to tip with her tongue. My hips buck seeking more from her heated mouth. “Uh- uh,” she says, grabbing a condom from the night stand and rolling it down me, her hands on me have my eyes crossing and I squeeze my ass cheeks together, so I don’t shoot my load into the condom. Next, she lubes me up and I know that I’m fixing to have the pleasure of being seated inside of her tight, luscious ass. She turns backwards in a reverse cowgirl position and Levi helps her as she slides herself, oh so torturously slow, down my length. I grit my teeth and count to twenty. I spread my legs, so Levi has room to get to her. She leans back, and I wrap my arms around her, Levi lines himself up with her, and pushes his way in. We both moan out at the feeling of having us both buried so deeply inside of her.

  “Stay still and enjoy the ride, brother,” he says to me, and I look at him unsure of what he means. Then he begins to take her roughly, and all I have to do is lie here, because all of his in and out thrusts have her hips going up and down on my dick. My hands go to her hips and I squeeze, I know she’ll most likely wear my fingerprints on her all day, and the thought makes my chest beat faster. Levi leans over her and grabs a nipple in his mouth, I take one of my hands and start to tweak the other one. Our girl loves for her nipples to be played with, her piercings make them much more sensitive and she could come from nipple stimulation alone.

  “I’m not gonna last longer,” I grit out.

  “Me either,” she pants. Levi places both of his hands by my head and his thrusts become harder and more erratic. I move my hand down to her clit and begin to play with it, she moans out and her pants become harsher as she takes the pleasure we’re giving her. I hear her scream out our names and feel her squeeze the life out of me. She tightens down so hard that the come shoots out of my dick and into the condom.

  “Fuck yes! I love you, Rainey!” Levi’s movements become harder, and his pace picks up, I can feel it all, and I know when another orgasm hits her, and she and Levi scream out together as they find their united release.

  “Mmhmm, now that’s how I like to wake up,” she lazily says, and I couldn’t agree with her more.

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us, Rai,” Levi says, placing kisses along her collarbone.

  “Truth, brother,” I say, coming back to reality. Rainey and I open the shop today, and Levi has to work at the garage. We all get up and get into the shower together, but after I clean her up really good, I decide that she’ll be my breakfast this morning. Levi and I have our girl screaming and coming twice more before we conclude our shower. I’ve never been so fucking happy in my entire life.

  Chapter 5

  Rainey

  Bullies are cowards and they can’t make or break us…

  It’s been a week since the doll incident at the clubhouse. The security cameras didn’t capture who it was who gave me such a sweet gift. I’m staying optimistic and haven’t had to deal with their brand of crazy since Bomber had all of my emails, messages and texts filtered, I only receive the ones from my family, friends and clients. It’s made my life less stressful that’s for sure, and I couldn’t be more grateful for what everyone’s stepped up and done on my behalf. I walk into the clubhouse and see the women…Ol’ ladies, not Babes, sitting around a computer laughing their asses off.

  “What’cha ladies doing?” I ask, walking in and joining them.

  “There’s this new forum designated to Ol’ ladies,” Lizzie informs me. She, Bristol and Kori share a look and now I can’t help myself, I need to see what’s going on. I hate being here after the hanging doll, but at least my girls are here to hang out with. I put the site they just told me about to the back of my head, thinking I’ll check it out when I officially have the title Ol’ lady, because the guys have made their intentions clear, but they haven’t made it ‘legal’ as of yet. I know the time is coming, they’ve all but told me it is. I’m excited but standoffish at the same time to receive my cut. Until this th
reat is over with, I don’t want to make any more waves than what have already been made. I realize that this isn’t really my fault, it’s more about jealousy than anything, either way, it’s still messing with mine and my men’s lives.

  “You off today?” Kori asks me.

  “Yeah, the guys decided I needed to come with them today. Lord forbid if I’m left alone without them at my side, the world will desist to exist.”

  “All of our men get that way,” Bristol tells me.

  “This is true,” Lizzie says, but she has a dreamy look upon her face. I bet she’s lost in thought about a time that Justice was a little too needy with her. I shake my head, because I really don’t need to be imagining my friend and her man.

  “What are the guys meeting for this time?”

  “Club business,” they all say in unison, and we all crack up in laughter. I knew that would be the answer, but I had to give it the good old college try anyways. Lizzie hits me up wanting a tattoo, but unsure of what she wants, so we spend a couple of hours going over designs and I give her a few suggestions. We end up coming to a decision of using a dragon, on the female scale of things. When she comes in to get it done, we’ll make it in shades of pink, purple, yellow and grey…it’s going to be spectacular and I’m ready to ink her, it will be her second. The first one she had done was her Ol’ lady patch. They’re basically the smaller version of their man’s but with the difference being their man’s name is underneath it. Emory did that tat for her, so this will be my first time inking an Ol’ lady. I’ve given Carson and Levi tatts, but none of the other brothers to date.