by Lane Hart
“You’ve been pissed since you left there. Handlin’ shit that normally one of us would go out on. On the phone more often in the office. Somethin’ we need to know, Savage?”
Yeah, there’s a lot they need to know but nothing I’m going to tell them. I’d be signing my own death warrant if that was the case. To me, keeping quiet is a win win for everyone. I handle what Bryon wants handled on the down low and no one in my club gets fucked over.
“Not a thing. Just sick of people thinkin’ they can take more than they deserve. It’s bullshit and now we have to butt fuckin’ heads with border patrol over gettin’ our shit here on time. Killin’ innocents wasn’t really the route I wanted to take with that shit, Thorn.” Lie. Just keep fucking lying, you piece of shit.
“I get it. That’s a load of shit they are pullin’ with the money. Think we should look into shippin’ that shit around?” Scratching at the side of my head, I shrug my shoulders.
“Then we get the fuckin’ Coast Guard. We have a few connections with them but not enough to run what Ramirez is shippin’ in. I think once Roman handles those fuckers they will see shit our way. If not, we move the fuck onto someone new,” I inform him. Changing up shipment locations is smart and we do just that, but shipping brings in a whole other world of laws and shit we have to sneak around.
“Heard that. Let me know if somethin’ is botherin’ you, brother.”
“We gonna bond now? You wanna play shrink and see why I’m so fucked up? Don’t do that shit, asshole.” Thorn huffs but he knows me, he knows who I am.
“Fuck off, Savage. I’m goin’ to get drunk.”
I watch him shove out of his chair and walk out the door and into the madness of the party. I blow out a breath and rest my head in my hands when I hear the door open once more.
“Forget somethin’?” I ask not bothering to see who it is because frankly, I don’t give a shit.
“Not really. I was waiting on you, though,” she says softly right before her hands land on my shoulders.
“Waitin’ on me, huh?” I ask noting the way her warmth seeps into my skin like a fire.
“You did promise me some hot sex and I plan on getting it.”
Once the words leave her mouth, I move. Pushing the chair back, I stand up and turn to face her. Charlie didn’t waste any time once she came in here. She’s already naked standing in front of me looking like a goddamn goddess. I swallow hard and reach for her, jerking her soft body into mine.
“You remember you’re playin’ my way?” I growl before sliding my hand to her chest, pinching and pulling on her nipple. Charlie moans, hardening my cock instantly. Releasing her nipple, I slip my hand into the back pocket of my jeans, grabbing my switchblade out. Flicking to it life in front of her eyes, she startles.
“What is that for?” She sounds nervous and that kind of makes me want to fuck her harder. I like the nervousness but fear? That’s when you see a person for who they are and how much they can handle. Strangely I don’t see that fear in Charlie’s eyes. Yet that is.
“My way, darlin’. Get on the table.” Charlie grins but does what I tell her, climbing on the table in the office. I lose my clothes and slip a condom on quickly before turning to face her. Charlie shocks the hell out of me when she lays there with her legs spread wide, showing me everything I’m about to get a taste of. Her eyes are wide as I climb up on the table between her spread thighs and sit back and take her in. I take the tip of my blade and slowly drag it up her thigh until I reach those sweet glistening lips. Bumps erupt on her skin, a shiver racing over her body.
“I almost think you like my knife,” I grumble and lean down, kissing her stomach. I suck her flesh into my mouth, leaving my mark on her perfect skin. Charlie arches her back into my touch. Kissing my way up to her breasts, I take a nipple in one mouth and slap the flat part of my blade against the other. Charlie’s fingers roam into my long brown hair, tugging and pulling as I keep torturing her nipples.
“Fuck, Savage,” she hisses as I switch sides. I slip the blade up and near her throat, pressing a little harder. A small gasps escapes her, and when I move my eyes up, I see the small trail of blood that slowly slips down her throat. Moving up, I lick the blood into my mouth, sucking the cut until Charlie wraps her legs around my waist. She is slowly surprising me with what she likes and is willing to let me do. Dropping the knife with a thud onto the table next to her, I reach down and grab my cock. Charlie looks up into my eyes, lust and need dancing in them. Shoving into her, I groan as she moans.
“So wet. Why are you so wet?” I question her as I hold steady inside of her. Charlie claws at my back, silently begging me to fuck her the way she’s been waiting for me to do. “Answer me!” Her eyes snap open and lock with mine, the room thick with tension and sex.
“You made me wet. What you did to me, all of it. Now fuck me, Savage.”
That was all I needed to hear. I sit up and grab her legs, spreading her wider. With her knees bent and my hands clamped around her thighs, I pound into her. With each thrust my mind drifts away from me. The fact that I’m now working with Fed’s is weighing heavily on my mind and heart. I’m betraying my family and that kills me worse than anything. I thought fucking Charlie senseless would help. I thought I could erase all the shit from my mind but and just be free of it all if only for a few minutes, but I’m failing. My thrusts become harder, my breathing becoming labored. Charlie is screaming my name but not for the reasons she should be. My fingers are bruising her thighs and my cock is pulsing inside of her, but I’m so fucking lost in my head that I can’t pull away even if I wanted to. Instead, I plunge into her with such force I could break her in half. Her nails scrape down my arms, taking flesh as they move.
Once I feel my cock swell, I come roughly. I don’t wait to pull out, moving quickly and climbing off the table, tugging at my own hair. Pacing back and forth, I can’t believe I just did that to her. My hand clenches at my side, and as soon as I’m close enough to the wall, I slam my fist into it. Drywall crumbles, my knuckles throb. Pulling my hand free I move again, resting my hands on the wall next to the hole I just created and lower my head. I can hear Charlie moving around behind me and I know that I need to say something, but what? I’m sorry I fucked you savagely while thoughts of betraying my family drifted through my head? I sigh but stay in the same position when I feel her hands on me. She moves to stand in front of me, slowly rolling the used condom off and tossing it to the side.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop. We all have demons,” she says softly yet again making me wonder about her.
“Might be true but to inflict pain on you for what lurks in my darkness wasn’t right.” That’s about as good of an apology that I can muster in this situation. Don’t get me wrong, I do fuck like a savage, but hurting a woman the way I just hurt Charlie isn’t something I normally do. Her small hands come to rest on my chest and I have to refrain from pushing her away. I’m not into cuddling and I sure as shit don’t need her pity, but after what I just did, I let this slide. Just this once.
“If I’m being honest, I like when you fucked me rougher. I’m not glass, Savage. I won’t break.”
Her words linger in the back of my mind long after what happened in the office. Now I sit in the corner trying to drown my fucking demons in whiskey and watch Charlie while she dances around the room with the other girls. There’s something about that girl that calls to me, wanting to know more. In the day that I’ve known her, she’s surprised me more times than any other bitch has in my entire life, and that’s something that I can’t just blink and push away. In fact, I think I might want more of her.
Chapter Five
Blowing smoke through my nose, I lean against the brick wall and stare out at the night sky. The guys are inside the warehouse sorting out the coke that finally got delivered us. I was pissed that it took so long, but once Roman handled the little problem we were having, everything else went smoothly. I don’t see the fuckers at border patrol being a problem af
ter this, and if they are, we will just move on to other torture tactics.
“It’s all there. Sorted and ready,” Thorn says as he steps up next to me. I give him a nod and look out at the dark starlit sky. My mind wanders to everything else but the job at hand. In about two hours I have to go spy on the Bloody Sunday MC and report back to Bryon. The thought alone eats away at my insides.
“Call Jimmy to pick up on his end. The rest we distribute. I gotta meet with Tyrone tomorrow so I’ll handle that hand off. You good here?” I look to Thorn as he stares at me. The tension between the two of us is slowly rising and it makes me unsteady. I never wanted to have this sort of problem or these sorts of secrets between us, but this is my fucking life and I have to handle it without pulling them down with me.
“You know I’m good here but what the fuck is your hurry?”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before focusing back at him.
“You’re always in my goddamn business, Thorn. Don’t you have a dick to suck?” Flicking my cigarette to the ground, I snuff it out with the toe of my boot before I start to walk away. Before I can make it three steps, Thorn grabs my arm, spinning me to face him. The fire in his eyes sets a blaze in me. Fisting my hands at my sides, I glare at him as anger filters through my blood. The standoff is heated and I can feel it rage between the two of us.
“What the fuck is goin’ on?” Thorn growls, pissing me off.
“You’re pushin’ your luck with me, Thorn. You questionin’ me as the fuckin’ president of this club or as a friend?” I roar, feeling that irritation and regret of what I’m doing eat at the back of my mind.
“Both, brother. You’re secretive. You’re walkin’ on eggshells around everyone and I can fuckin’ see it! I don’t know what the fuck happened when Mitch picked you up but it has you off your goddamn game. Now I want to know if it has somethin’ to do with this club!” He stares at me, looking me in the eye and all I can feel is shame. I’m ashamed that I’m fucking my club over, ashamed that I can’t even tell them what’s happening. I’m pissed at myself that I have to keep this secret and even more pissed that I have to do this shit in the first place. But Thorn knows his place in this club, whether he is the VP or not, he can’t question my fucking authority.
“I’m givin’ you two minutes to walk the fuck away from me, Thorn,” I warn him. His eyes are wild but his stance is stone. He’s going to push my ass and I know it. I can see it in his eyes.
“And if I don’t?”
“If you don’t I’m gonna lay your ass out right here and now. You have no fuckin’ authority over me, in case you forgot that part! I am the fuckin’ Savage!” When I see him raise his fist and pull back I know what’s about to happen. I don’t want to have to fight my own brother, but in this case, in order to keep my deal a secret, I don’t have a fucking choice.
Throwing the first punch, it lands on his jaw, knocking his head to the side. He comes back at me quickly, his fist connecting with my left eye. I blink rapidly trying to get my vision to hold steady when I throw another. In the matter of seconds, we’re yanked apart by the other guys, their eyes dancing between the two of us.
“What the fuck is this?” Roman asks looking between the two of us. I watch Thorn as he wipes the blood from his lip.
“Not a goddamn thing. I’m outta here,” I huff under my breath and turn to walk away. Stomping toward my bike, my cell rings. Sliding it out of my pocket I don’t bother with looking to see who it is.
“What?”
“Is that anyway to greet a lady?” A soft woman’s voice comes over the line.
“Don’t know who the fuck I’m greetin’. What the hell do you want?” I snap almost to my bike. When I reach it, I grab my helmet in my free hand and climb on.
“It’s Charlie. I’m sorry. You told me to call.” Her voice sounds defeated but when I hear her name, something inside of me settles.
“Shit, just a rough night, darlin’. What are you up to?” I ask knowing damn good and well that what I’m about to do shouldn’t have anything to do with her but what the hell can it hurt having her around? She doesn’t know shit about what I do and she wouldn’t understand it.
“Not much. Bored,” she says softly with a hint of flirtation in her voice. I smirk at that.
“Wanna take a ride with me? Keep me company?” I know that I shouldn’t ask, I know that I shouldn’t involve her, but at the same time, I feel like I need some kind of company if I’m going to remain calm and handle this shit. My nerves are firing off as it is and I need some kind of fucking distraction from it all.
“Sure. I can handle that. Where are you?” she asks sounding excited about the thought of being with me. It surprises me after the other night though.
“I’ll come get you. Shoot me an address.” Hanging up, I slide the helmet on and rev up my bike. I’m ready to get the fuck away from everything and find a little peace in my head. Although I don’t know how much peace there will be seeing how I’m betraying the people that mean the most to me.
The ride back to the clubhouse didn’t take long before I parked my bike next to the truck. Hopping in, my phone chimes with an address to pick Charlie up. Before I even start the truck, I rest my head on my hands on the steering wheel. I’ve thought about a lot over the last few days. Sending the guys away, shutting the club down. Hell, I’ve even thought about turning myself in in lieu of keeping them all out of this shit, but at the end of the day, none of those options will work. Bryon wouldn’t stop hunting them down and I would never find peace with myself if I let my family go down when there was something I could do about it. That feeling of betrayal inside of me though is still pissing me off.
“This is bullshit,” I mumble to myself before slamming my hands on the wheel over and over again. Anger surges through me and every thought that seeps into my head is overwhelmed with blood. The need to feel it, shed it. I want to kill something, someone and watch the life drain out of them. At least that way I know I’m still in charge of something in my fucked up life, because right now I feel like a goddamn puppet on a string being yanked in every fucking direction. Starting the truck up, I pull out of the parking lot and head on my way to pick up Charlie. At least she can be a distraction, if only for a little while. With Charlie, I have some control. I can pick and choose when to see her, to take her and she willingly goes along with that. Right now, I think that’s something I need in my life when my world is spinning out of control.
Chapter Six
“So, we are just stalking people then?” Charlie asks as I watch a few guys from the BSMC roam around outside their clubhouse through the binoculars.
“Pretty much. I wanna know what they are doin’,” I tell her keeping my answers short and to the point.
“Not exactly what I thought we’d be doing.” She giggles under her breath.
“What did you think?” I know the answer to that and I plan on fucking her senseless when I’m done handling this shit.
“Well, it involved me and you fucking like rabbits. Clearly I was mistaken,” she laughs lightly.
“That’s part of the plan but this needed to happen first.” The silence after that statement lingers as I keep my eyes on them. Charlie shifts so that she’s closer to me, the warmth of her seeping into my pores. I could get used to that feeling if I wasn’t so deep in bullshit. Her fingers slowly slip up my thigh, cupping my cock through my jeans as I watch the truck pull in. Who the fuck is that driving? Leaning forward, I want a better view but her palm on my cock is a little unnerving.
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“A little work, a little play, never hurt anything.” Letting her stroke my cock, I groan and keep shifting, forcing myself to keep watching. That’s when I see it. The bastard who climbs out of the passenger side of the van. I know if I want to give Bryon this shit, I need to get closer and get photo proof. That alone pisses me off.
“Fuck. Fuck!” I growl. “I gotta go get some pictures. Stay in this truck, lock the doors, and don’t let anyone in
until you see me,” I say looking over at her quickly.
“Wait, what? Don’t let anyone in? Who the hell would want in?”
“Charlie, look at me.” She brings her eyes to meet mine, and fuck, do I want to get lost in them. “I need to get closer and I need you to stay here where it’s safe. If anyone comes over here, push the horn and don’t let go. There’s a gun under the seat,” I say but before I can finish, Charlie leaps out of the truck and begins walking down the road in the opposite direction. Blowing out a breath, I jump out and rush behind her.
“Charlie!” I loudly whisper but she just shakes her head. “Charlie!” A little louder this time and she spins around, her hands on her hips glaring at me.
“You brought me along to something dangerous? Where I’d need a damn gun?” she snaps at me.
Running my hand through my hair, I shake my head. “I had to do this. I don’t have a fuckin’ choice and I wanted somethin’ that keeps me calm near me. I feel like I’m losin’ my shit these days, Charlie.”
“I keep you calm? You’ve known me for a few days, Savage! What the hell?”
Fuck, I understand that all too well and I don’t know how to explain that part to her.
“I know you don’t get it, and fuck, neither do I. I don’t fuckin’ know shit about you! For all I know you could be workin’ with the Feds!” Goddamn it, only I could fuck something up this badly. Did I really need to put that out there?! I should just leave her alone, walk the fuck away. I need those pictures for Bryon, goddamn it!
“You’re right. Just get in, I’ll take you home.” Heading back toward the truck I curse myself internally for my decision. She’s right though, she doesn’t deserve this shit. I open the passenger door and hold it, waiting for her to come back and get in. She looks up and down the road, no doubt gauging where she is to see if it’s worth getting back in with me or running. If she was smart, she’d run. When she slowly walks toward me, my heart leaps in my chest. She stops in front of me and stands on her toes, pressing her lips to mine quickly before climbing in the truck. I start to close her door when she stops me. What the hell am I doing? I don’t trust people and with good reason, but with Charlie, fuck, I feel like I can. There’s something about the way she follows my orders and lets me be in control that makes me truly believe that I can trust her with anything. There’s an undeniable connection that simmers between the two of us and maybe I’m that fucked in the head but I want to see if it’s true.