“So now you know why we are Nomads, brother. We tend to not fit in so much with everyone else,” Ex says and stares solemnly out the front window.
“Yes, now I know. Although I want to do something similar to the dirt bag who shot Avery,” I say and he looks at me skeptically for a few beats. I don’t cower and he nods in acceptance.
“We can make it happen then, brother,” he answers and I start driving towards the ranch again. That was just one little hiccup in what’s to come tonight.
Avery
I tried calling 2 Piece but never got any response. London thinks I’m being paranoid and tells me to leave the guys alone to do what they need to do. I don’t get how she can be so calm. She clearly has more faith in Cain doing his job. I on the other hand have no idea what 2’s job even really is. I know he does the ‘long runs’, whatever that means. This is the first time I’ve been around him and he has let me know something is up. That means we are definitely making progress if he is opening up to me about things he normally keeps quiet. I’m bored, so I may as well call my parents.
“Hello.” My dad’s voice brings a feeling of warmth and comfort to me. I actually miss my dad a lot. I think if my mom wasn’t around so much, then I would visit him more.
“Hey, Dad.”
“Oh, honeybee! So nice to hear from you. How ya’ been, kid?”
“I’m doing really good, Dad, how about you?”
“Oh same ol’ same ol’ you know, this old man doesn’t do much. I went and watched the dolphins this morning with your mom, and then she went to work.”
“That’s awesome, I miss working with the animals and watching the dolphins.”
“All the more reason for you to come on home.”
“Dad, you’ve been trying for a while now and it hasn’t worked.”
“You can’t blame me for trying to get my only daughter back close to me.”
“Maybe, I’ll see if my friend wants to take a ride out there sometime soon.”
“That’s great, hun. Is this Miss Emily?”
“No, it’s a guy I’ve been seeing for a while.”
“A guy? But you’ve never really introduced us to guys before.”
“I know, Dad, that’s how you know this one’s kind of special.”
“Well, if he’s won my girl over, then I’m certainly intrigued to meet him.”
“I’ll discuss it with him and give you a call when we know more, okay?”
“Alright, stay safe. I love you.”
“I love you, too, Dad, tell Mom hi for me.”
“I will, bye, kiddo.”
“Bye.”
I can’t believe I told him we might visit. Where on earth did that idea come from? I’m surprised he didn’t get all bossy about it, but then again that’s my mom and not him. I definitely need to talk to 2 about my feelings I’m developing.
2 Piece
We drive down the long, dark, dirt road that leads to the ranch. It’s going to be a busy night ahead, I’m looking forward to this much deserved retribution. Our friends and families should not have to live in fear of being hurt and terrorized by another club. The ride has been silent and I’m jonesin’ to get the fuck out of this van. I pull up to the side of the giant, faded white barn. There won’t be anyone coming this way, but better safe than sorry. I jump out hurriedly, grateful to stretch my legs. Ex steps in front of me before I make it to the back door of the vehicle to let Night out.
“Whose bikes are parked out front?” he murmurs quietly.
“One is Capone’s. He’s supposed to make sure the barn is all ready for us. I don’t know who the others is.”
“You checkin’ that shit out?”
I raise my eyebrow. He’s serious right now? I just told him it’s Capone. He looks at me solemnly. Fuck it. Guess I’m goin’ in.
“Sure, I’ll go check on Capone, if it will keep your panties out of a wad,” I say, exasperated, and he shakes his head as he walks over to open the door for Nightmare. The building illuminates more with the oncoming headlights of Niko’s truck and the night rumbles with the sound of Cain’s Challenger coming behind the truck. It all feeds into the headache I’m starting to get. Tonight is just not my night. I’m grumpy and would rather be spending time with Avery. I know she will be leaving to go back sometime soon now that we are taking care of this shit. I wonder how she would feel if I was to drive her up after Nikoli left. I’ll have to discuss it with her. Maybe I’ll see if Ares wants to go too, we could have some fun with her before we leave Tennessee to come back home. I don’t even want to think of coming back without her and he might make the trip more bearable.
I open the weathered barn door and it creeks loudly as I slip through. The smell of hay and dust hits me and I place my shirt over my nose until I get used to it. It’s so dark inside. The old dingy light globe at the very top of the barn is useless, and I can’t see more than five steps in front of me. It’s just enough to give everything an eerie shadow and make your eyes play tricks. I squint, trying to make out specific shapes.
“Capone?” I ask into the silent barn and it echoes slightly. The brothers talking and making noises seep through the cracks and I can make out a few different conversations between them.
I feel it against my back, the cold stiffness, before I hear the click that seems to echo throughout the entire barn. I put my hands out to each side of my head, palms flat, pointing forward. I stand stock still and slow my breathing. I don’t know who the fuck’s behind me, or what’s going on right now. I’m not going to chance it and try to play the hero. The only thing that runs through my head, is that one of the Snakes must have found out our plan. It pains me to believe we have a rat in our club, but it seems as if it’s the only feasible answer.
“Look, there are about twenty other bikers outside this barn. You really don’t want to be doing this right now.”
“Fuckin’ lyin’ bitch. There’s only seven outside.” I hear his voice and chills spread over my body. I can’t fucking believe this is happening right now. Is he crazy? Is he completely ignorant of what he is doing to himself right now?
“Capone, man, what the fuck’s goin’ on?”
“It’s simple; you’re each going to die,” he replies cockily. “Heya, Joker, this is the one you wanted. Came right to us.” As soon as I hear the name Joker my body goes rigid, on high alert. Fuck, he wasn’t at the club with the rest. This is what we were worried about, them not all being there. What am I gonna do? I can’t let my brothers get hurt. I refuse to carry that on my shoulders if I make it out of here okay. Joker swaggers over to me with his top lip up in a small snarl. I remember that ghostlike figure, he almost glows in here compared to the dingy surroundings.
“Well, well, well, look what we have. It’s the little cunt that ran from me on my bike. Fucking coward,” he spits angrily, close to my face. It takes every ounce of self-control I possess not to head butt him as the word coward leaves his mouth. I can only savor the visualization of my forehead meeting his nose with a loud crack and the sickening spray of blood erupting. I know if I actually do it, the repercussions would be me getting shot and not protecting my club that is right outside that old door. I swallow my pride and stay quiet. He will more than likely give me more information if I stick to a lackluster expression. I hear the brothers chortle and pray they decide to not come in after me.
“What next, Joker?” Capone asks and digs the gun deeper into my back. Fuck that hurts. I’m gonna mess up this fucker so bad if I get free from this. Joker’s eyes light up with ideas, I’m sure I’m not keen on hearing.
“First we need to move him out of the way before the rest come in here. We sneak him out the back where I took off those boards. We will get him out there and once the rest of the club comes in we will torch this shit hole. Teach these fucks to try to kidnap my club. I’m gonna find something to tie him up with.”
“No problem,” Capone says happily as Joker walks behind some equipment.
“Capone, why
are you doing this? Why betray your brothers?”
“My brothers? Are you kidding me? You all treat me like shit there. I was just trying to talk to that little piece of ass you have at the club and she was a fucking bitch too. No, my brothers, are the guys you have tied up out there. My real brother just went to get something to secure your ass with.”
“Your real brother? Joker’s your kin?” I need to keep him talking while it’s just him alone. I have to figure a way out of this. The only rational thing I can think of is to scream to my brothers that it’s a trap. However, I don’t know if they would decide to try and come get me, or if these idiots would start randomly shooting and kill one of my brothers.
“Yep, our father used to be President of the Twisted Snakes. Then Brently’s stupid ass just had to start seein’ Seraphina. We don’t take kindly to our sister seeing some fuck face kid of another club.” Bingo, all the pieces come together. I can’t believe this shit. Capone’s been around for about four years.
“Capone, they haven’t been seeing each other for four years.”
“Oh I know. I’ve been stealing guns and club money the whole time I’ve been with the Oath Keepers. There are a lot of us who get into other clubs to acquire what we can, and then we go back to our own club. Imagine my surprise when I saw Sera with none other than my fake-ass Prez’s son. I let my real brother in on what I saw and he took it from there. I got to stay put to get information and he took care of shit on the outside. Perfect plan, actually.”
“Shit, that is a perfect plan.” I hear rustling and look toward where Joker disappeared. In his place I see Twist creeping slowly and quietly toward us. Fuck, I hope Capone doesn’t see him too. “Say Capone, what happened to Seraphina?”
“Oh, that bitch took off. Joker said we should make her be a club slut after the shit she pulled. I reckon she found out. She comes home though, and we will have our fun with her.” Twist stares at my face and I shake my head as much as I can, I make a shooing motion with my hand. I hope he sees my movements. Twist glares at me and shakes his head. Fuck, why is he being tenacious? If Joker walks up behind him, then he’s fucked. I watch him as far as I can without turning my head as he scales the outer perimeter of the barn.
“Do you think Seraphina could be with Brently?”
I wonder if he’s hiding her to keep her safe. I’ve never seen or met her, but Brently has to be pretty hung up on her to keep dealing with this shit. I’m so glad Avery doesn’t have two psycho brothers out to get me.
“Ugh!”
I no longer feel the gun at my back so I quickly turn around. Twist stands in front of me holding his large hunting knife that drips with blood. He looks relaxed, as if the kill was rejuvenating for him. On the floor, Capone lies holding his neck, gasping for air as blood gurgles from the large gash across his throat. His eyes bug and dark liquid coats his hands, pooling under him as the life drains out of his eyes.
“There’s another,” I whisper and Twist shakes his head.
“No, he’s knocked out and tied up back behind all the farming equipment.”
“How did you know?”
“When we got here I walked behind the barn to take a piss and saw the missing boards. I decided to climb through and check it out. The brothers said you came in, so I figured if anything I’d try to make you jump.” I look at him humbly. I don’t know how to repay him for saving my life and quite possibly all of the brothers’ lives.
“Thank you, brother,” I say genuinely and reach my hand out. He shakes it and slaps my back with his free hand.
“Anytime, brother.”
We walk to the barn door and I use a cinder block to prop it open. At this point I can’t wait to kill all these assholes after hearing what kind of people they really are.
Avery
Chapter 11
It’s morning and they still aren’t back. I reached over to feel 2’s muscular body this morning and was met with cold sheets. I really don’t know what to think. Did they go out and he met someone new? I hate feeling as if I’m not adequate for him. I think it’s my subconscious from my mother always pushing me to do better. Naturally, because of that, I believe I need to be better for him, in order for him to care for me as much as I care for him. I think I learned that in Psych 101, my second year of college. I wonder what a shrink would say about my mother’s insane need to always be in control of everything.
I brush my teeth and start the shower. I might as well get dressed. I know I’ll just lie in bed and let my mind run rampant with thoughts if I don’t do something. This is a prime example of why I don’t get serious with anyone. I can’t turn off my thoughts and I waste my time thinking about a million scenarios.
I step into the shower and the hot water beats down on my shoulders and back. That feels so refreshing. I can’t help but reminisce about the last time I was in here and 2 joined me. I loved it when he bent me over and bit into my back. I wonder how it would have been with Ares in here with us. Would he have been in control, like he was the other night? It’s like they complimented each other so well. They knew how to move to not be in the other’s way, but each made me feel wonderful. I really hope we get to do that again and more. I wish they would have woken me up to finish what they had started. I’ll never forget rousing, to seeing Ares standing there with his large, exposed cock, hungry for a taste of me. I had never really fantasized about being with two men before, and now I can’t seem to stop fantasizing about it.
I lean my head back against the shower wall and close my eyes. I imagine 2 biting into my neck and Ares wrapping my hair in his fist and giving it a light tug. I skim my hands over my hard nipples, reminiscing about 2 smothering my breasts with his mouth and drawing my buds in through the raspy material of his shirt I was wearing. I had felt as if I was going to orgasm just from them playing with my breasts alone. I rub lower until I reach my core. I push my finger deep into my wet center imagining it’s one of Ares’ long fingers pumping in and out of me. The water trickles down and it’s almost as if a tongue is licking gently all over my hyper sensitive skin. Thinking of Ares behind me, holding me tight against his chest as he reaches around thrusting his fingers in and out roughly, with 2 Piece in front of me biting and nibbling all over my body. Then 2 eventually making his way downward to suck on my swollen clit as Ares continually pumps into me deeply. My pussy spasms and grips tightly around my finger as a rush of mind-numbing sensations wash over my body and I moan, coming, wishing I wasn’t alone.
I finish washing up, and getting dressed. I’m hungry and need something for breakfast. Well, technically it’s lunch time I guess. Eleven a.m. doesn’t count as breakfast to most. To me it does, I’ve never been a morning person.
I poke my head in the dining room. I’ve always thought it was pretty magical how food just pops up in the dining room. I asked 2 if they have a cook that hides away so I never see them. According to him though, they have a few club whores that like to cook. They cook whenever they feel like it and put the food on the big dining table for everyone. I’m not fond of the whole club whore aspect, but I am fond of having food cooked and waiting for me whenever I get hungry. The room’s empty except for a solitary figure eating with his back to me and staring out the window.
“Come sit and eat, sweetheart,” he grunts and I jump. I guess I’m not as quiet as I think I am. His long, blond hair reaches his shoulders and his arms are fully covered in colorful tattoos. He’s not a big man, but decent size and very striking for being a bit older.
“I thought that was you. You don’t mind my company?” He is always kind to me, but I don’t want to presume he’s not dealing with his own crap. Being President of an MC has to be extremely stressful especially with his son showing up mutilated.
“No, get yourself some food and come pop a squat.” That makes me chuckle. These broody bikers do have a sense of humor. It’s amazing that you can get a bunch of grown men together and they act like kids sometimes.
“Sounds like a plan.” I fix my
plate with some pancakes and tons of butter and syrup then sit next to him. I can see the appeal of eating in front of the window. You can take in the grassy land and trees. Little bit of peace in a world of chaos. “How are you today?” I turn toward him and take in his handsome features up close. Geez, how is he not married, with like fifteen kids running around, being that gorgeous? It makes me think of all the weird stepbrother/daddy books I’ve seen lately. I get it now, because if Prez was my stepdaddy, I’d be panting for him. I’d damn sure call him daddy and offer to be his good girl. God, I’m messed up, but damn, some fantasy.
“Ahh, I’m alright, how ‘bout yaself?” He looks at me with soft greyish-blue irises. I take in his short beard and weathered lines around his eyes. You wouldn’t notice them unless you were close enough to him. He always looks so serious, as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.
“I’m okay.” I start picking at my food and chewing on the inside of my lip.
“Relax, sweetheart, 2 is just fine,” he says and I perk up, hopeful.
“You heard from him?”
“No. I did hear from Ares though. They’re handlin’ club business. Just keep your chin up, girl. You’ll be straight and fit in with the club. He’ll be back when he’s done and he’ll be lookin’ for ya.” I nod and take a bite.
“Sweet Jesus, y’all have some good cooks around here.”
“That we do, girl, that we do,” he chuckles and we finish our meal in comfortable silence. I can see the appeal Prez had to 2 Piece. It’s like he knows more than he should for his age, but doesn’t advertise it. I bet this man would be very interesting if you could get him to open up. I smile and squeeze his forearm gently as I stand up to throw my stuff in the trash. I turn to leave when he clears his throat and I look over at him.
“It’s nice havin’ some new females round here and some kids. I hope you stick around.”
“If he asks, I may just do that.”
He smirks and nods. I grin back at him and head out. I’m going to check out the bar and see if I can hunt down London’s sexy ass.
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