by Lane Hart
“Get what you need. I know how to shoot.” She reaches down, pulls the gun from under the seat, and sets it in her lap as if she’s done this a million times before. It should set off warn bells in my head but it doesn’t. It turns me the fuck on. With a growl, I lean in, kiss her hard, pull away, and close her door. Jogging toward the clubhouse, I pull my phone out so that I can get a few shots for Bryon. He had intel that this shipment was coming in and that’s the only reason I’m here. If he hadn’t I would have been waiting for that call to do his bidding.
“Come on, fucker, show your face,” I mumble under my breath from my place hidden in the tree line. I kneel low to the ground, keeping my eyes on the prize. When I see the guy, I snap the pictures, getting a good view of his face when it registers who it is. We used him a few times for guns years ago but he became unstable and we quickly cut ties with him. I snap a few more pictures of him and the guy working with him, who I don’t recognize, before turning and heading back toward the truck. I’m within a block when I hear the shots. My heart begins to beat faster, my mind whirling with possibilities. When I hear a few more shots coming closer to me, I pick up my pace. When I see the truck, my stomach cramps. On the ground in front of Charlie are two of the BSMC members, blood pooling behind them where they lie. My eyes jerk to Charlie’s, widening at the horror in them.
“What the hell? Are you okay?” Rushing up to her, I pull the gun from her shaking hand and tuck it into the back of my jeans. Glancing around quickly, I look for other BSMC members. If I heard it, they heard it and they will be on the way to find out what the hell happened.
“Get in the truck, Charlie.” I push her toward the door before bending down and checking for pulses. Dead. Both of them are dead. “Now, Charlie!” I stand up and move toward the driver side quickly and jump in. I start the truck and squeal the tires on the pavement as I get us the hell out of here, leaving the two dead guys on the ground.
“Fuck. I fucked up.” Slamming my hands onto the steering wheel, I can’t look over at her. I can’t see the look on her face and the horror that I put there. What the fuck was I thinking? What the hell made me think it was a good idea to bring her along for this shit?
“Were they dead?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah.” I hear the sob escape her but I don’t look over. I can’t handle seeing the look in her eyes right now. It would rip me apart, and now I have to explain this shit to Bryon on top of everything else.
“Will they come after me?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think anyone saw you.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the clubhouse. You’ll be safe there,” I tell her as I take the second turn getting the hell out of here.
“I killed them. Both of them.”
The sadness in her tone kills me, but I know how hard this is going to hit her heart. The weight of knowing that you took a life isn’t that easy to handle. It will wear on your soul and rip your heart into pieces. I’ve been there but slowly I got over it and became who I am today. The fucking savage that I became is who it made me. But Charlie isn’t me. Now I’ve put her in the position of having this wearing heavily on her soul. I reach for her and I’m surprised when she lets me pull her toward me. Charlie scoots into my side and I wrap my arm around her shoulder, turning my head to press a kiss to the top of her head.
“I’m sorry, Charlie. Fuck, I didn’t mean for you to get involved in this.”
“I killed them,” she repeats, her tone low and distant, her body still like stone.
Chapter Seven
Two months. It’s been two months since Charlie has been staying with me. She refused to go home after what happened that night. I couldn’t say that I blamed her either. I pulled her into a world of hell and now I have to deal with the blowback. She walks around like everything is perfect in our world when in reality it’s all falling to shit. I left her at the clubhouse since I had a meeting with David and Bryon today. Like most days we meet, we do it at the abandoned parking garage, top level.
“You get the pictures?” Bryon asks as I nod my head and pull the envelope out of my pocket and pass it to him. He takes it and flips through the few photos I printed. Every other meet has been for intel but I kept the pictures just in case, as backup or insurance if I needed it. Thank fuck I did too because Bryon asked for them.
“A few guys were killed over there. Know anything about that?” David asks, pulling my attention to his. It’s funny how he’s never asked me this at any of our other meetings. Maybe he finally started doing his job and investigated that shit before immediately thinking of me.
“My job wasn’t to kill the bastards, was it?” I snarl, not needing them sniffing around what the fuck we did that night. I’m still pissed at myself for letting her be there and for her firing that goddamn gun. There’s nothing I can do about it now aside from keeping her safe from any kind of blowback.
“Did you get Russel with the weapons?” Bryon asks. I jerk my head back to his. Russel is a gun runner that Bryon is after as well.
“I got Russel drivin’ the goddamn van in. You didn’t tell me you wanted photos of him with the weapons. You think I was gonna stick around and risk gettin’ my head blown the fuck off for more than that? You get the photos I took and that’s it. I don’t plan on goin’ back either. I did what you asked take it or fuckin’ leave it,The nerve of this fucker. He wanted me to get that close and then stick around to take more pictures? I might not be the smartest man in the world, but I sure as fuck know when to step back.
“What the hell am I supposed to do with these?” Bryon yells as he flings the photos at my chest. A chuckle vibrates through me as I pull my cigarette from between my teeth and hold it between my fingers.
“First thing, don’t you fuckin’ throw anything at me. You got that? You wanted this shit, motherfucker, I gave it. Second, if you think that I’m gonna risk my goddamn life for you and your little agents, you have fucked up!” I take a step toward him when David breaks into the middle, shoving me back a step.
“Both of you stop. You’re not going to get all the information you need in one fucking day, Bryon,” David snaps at him. I chuckle again, louder this time.
“And you, shut the fuck up and do what he wants. I get that you can’t be too close, but fuck, Savage! You have to give him more than that!” I flick my cigarette at his chest and cross my arms over my chest.
“You got me runnin’ around bein’ your little bitch and lyin’ to my club. Don’t you fuckin’ dare bitch about how I go about doin’ my job,” I snarl.
“We need something that will stick, Savage! Not some bullshit that puts him at their clubhouse!”
“Really? A little common sense would put two and two together, fucker! A gun runner at the fuckin’ clubhouse of the Bloody Sunday MC? Bet they are havin’ a family reunion!”
“Alright! Enough out of both of you. Savage,” David turns to me, ignoring the snarling look on Bryon’s face, “you know what he needs. You have been around long enough in the game, man. Get him his shit so he can go on his way and fuck with other people.” I almost laugh when the words come from his mouth of all people.
“I’m workin’ on it. I do have my own shit to do, yeah?” David nods knowing damn good and well what I have to do.
“Speaking of,” Bryon chimes in once more. My nerves are already on edge and just hearing him speak works me up even more.
“Fuck off, Bryon. David, until this shit is over, I’m cuttin’ your pay down to half.” I uncross my arms and walk toward my bike listening to the both of them curse and moan under their breathes. Fuck both of them. I have too much going on to deal with them today. I climb on my bike, secure my helmet, and rev it up before heading down through the garage. Taking a left, I follow the road through town ignoring the looks of people on the sidewalks when they see a member of the Dark Savage driving through. They respect us and we in turn respect them back. I nod my head at a few but mostly keep my head low and ride.
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nbsp; My mind drifts to dark places where it shouldn’t even go. I’ve been watching the guys at the club, trying to pinpoint who the fucking rat is but come up with nothing. I can’t point out one man and begin to even think that he would be the one running intel back to the fucking Feds. I’m too invested in all of them, respect them all too much. They are my goddamn family. How can I look them in the eyes and know that one of them is lying to me? That one is betraying us all and for what? What is their gain?
I keep driving until the moon shines brighter above the city. My head isn’t in a good place right now, and I know that if I go back to the clubhouse I’ll only end up hurting Charlie like I have multiple times over the past two months. I can’t help myself though. She makes me feel calm yet enraged all at the same time and when the two collide, hell breaks loose. Add to that that I feel responsible for her somehow after I fucked up her life and drug her into my world. The guilt of that sits right there along with the betrayal of my club in my chest. I pull over at the bar I met her at and climb off my bike. Heading in the front door, all eyes come to rest on me. I get a few nods but most everyone looks away from me. Good choice.
“What can I get you, Savage?” Brittany, the bartender, smiles seductively at me. With her long blonde hair and huge fake tits, she isn’t bad to look at. I’ve never fucked her, but with the mood I’m in, she might end up getting it tonight.
“Whiskey and a beer,” I tell her with a smirk on my face as I saunter toward the bar and take a seat on the stool. I watch her ass as she grabs my beer from the cooler and pops the cap off. When she turns around and leans onto the counter, her tits fall over the top of her shirt. My eyes follow as she licks her lips and leans closer.
“What are you doing all alone tonight?” she purrs from across the counter. I take my shot glass in my hand and bring it to my lips. Taking it down in one gulp, I slam it onto the counter.
“That depends,” I tell her as I reach over and twirl a piece of her long blonde hair around my finger. Brittany giggles letting me know that she’s game. I smirk at her as her eyes flicker from mine to the door that chimes open before coming back again.
“Your friends are here,” she whispers but doesn’t bother pulling away. I keep my eyes on hers still playing with her hair when a hand slaps me on the shoulder. I glance over my shoulder to see Thorn, Rowan, and Q standing behind me with shitting eating smirks on their faces.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” I ask before looking back at Brittany and those big plump lips that are most likely as fake as the rest of her.
“Brought you a present,” Q chimes in. I finally release Brittany and spin around. As soon as I do, I see her.
“What the fuck you bring her here for?” Charlie’s eyes are wild as she glances around the bar. She seems on edge and something about that bothers me.
“She was freakin’ out on us. You weren’t answerin’ the goddamn phone so we figured we’d find you,” Thorn says with a shrug. I cut my eyes to the guys before dragging them back to Thorn. What the fuck was he thinking?
“You drug her around town on the back of your bike?” I hiss, not knowing why that pisses me off seeing as how I was two minutes away from fucking Brittany on top of this bar. My gaze finally flickers back to Charlie as she wrings her hands together in front of her. I shove off the stool and slam my shoulder into Thorn’s on my way past her. When I come to stop in front of Charlie, my heart leaps.
Chapter Eight
“What’s wrong? The guys said you been off?” Charlie shrugs but I can see the look in her eyes. She isn’t herself.
“I don’t know. I just don’t feel right. I want to go home, Savage.” Her words shouldn’t affect me the way they do, but as soon as I hear them my chest tightens.
“Then what are you doin’ here? I’m not holdin’ you hostage, darlin’.” Charlie’s eyes jerk to mine and I watch the sadness dance behind them.
“There are things that I want to tell you, that I need to tell you,” she stutters.
I cross my arms over my chest and wait for her to say something, but when her gaze flickers around the room and the nervousness in her eyes, I know this is something bigger than I originally thought. Grabbing her arm, I drag her toward the back of the bar where the pool tables are. As soon as I push through the door, I snap.
“Everyone get the fuck out!” My roar startles many in the room, but they all move quickly, leaving the room before I focus on Charlie.
“Talk, Charlie,” I demand. She shifts from foot to foot looking even more nervous than before.
“I heard some things from the girls at your club, Savage. I want to go home!” she snaps, heading for the door. I grab her wrist pulling her back in front of me.
“You heard what? You can’t just drop that shit and think you can walk away. You wanna run home to mommy? Go the fuck ahead but you better open your goddamn mouth,” I roar. Charlie jolts and walks back, leaning against the pool table.
“Some of the girls were saying that you have a rat in the club. That they heard talk of the club being raided. I can’t be in the middle of that, Savage. I’m sorry.”
“Did they say a name?” I move in closer, caging her in. My hands rest on the edge of the pool table, my chest heaving.
“No. I just overheard it. I wasn’t supposed to be listening, I’m sorry.” The way she replies so quickly makes me grin. She thinks she did something wrong but she didn’t. I raise one of my hands to her cheek, pulling her face closer to mine. I can feel her breath fanning over my lips.
“Don’t say sorry. I’m glad you told me. I wish you heard a name but I’ll figure it out. In the meantime, you wanna go home? I’ll take you.” Instead of pulling away and taking her home, I kiss her. I let my other hand move to her hip, yanking her toward me. My cock hardens painfully in my jeans as it grinds against her. My tongue strokes along Charlie’s, tasting her in ways that I haven’t in the past few months. Charlie is stirring feelings in me that I’m not ready to admit to just yet, if ever.
“I’m gonna fuck you on this table, and then if you wanna go home, I’ll take you.”
“You looked a little happy out there with the bartender whore,” she snips at me. I chuckle under my breath pressing her against the side of the table with my body.
“I can fuck who I want, darlin’. I didn’t say you were my old lady, did I?” My lips move to her neck, licking and sucking at her delicate flesh. Bumps form on her skin as I lift her and set her on the edge. Spreading her legs, I shove her back until she falls back onto the table.
“Fuck you, Savage. I’m not some whore you can play with!” Charlie tries to sit up and move but I don’t let her. It was a nice try on her part.
“Nice fuckin’ try!” Shoving her back, she glares at me. Pushing up on her hands, she slides toward the edge of the table with fire dancing in her eyes. It fucking turns me on and she has no idea.
“I don’t want you.”
“Oh, you don’t?” I reach between her thighs and run my finger through the wetness that I find letting out a groan. “That doesn’t feel like you don’t want me.”
“This is stupid. I killed someone, two people, when I was with you, because I was with you! I’ve been staying at your clubhouse and for what? What the fuck am I doing?” She nearly squeals as she tries once more to get away from me. I still don’t let her.
“What you’re doin’ is spreadin’ those thighs and lettin’ me in. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you now, Charlie. You haven’t had a problem with me fuckin’ you the last two months. In fact, those bruises on your thighs proves that much.” Her eyes widen but no words form on her lips. I have her at a disadvantage right now and she knows it. Running my fingers over her throat and down her shoulder, she shudders. She isn’t going anywhere and she knows it. I move my hands and unbuckle my jeans, shoving them to the floor.
“I barely know you! This is stupid,” she hisses.
Stepping back into her space, I pry her legs apart and shove into her. Charlie
clamps around me her hands coming quickly to my neck. Her nails dig into the flesh on the back of my neck, my hands clamping around her thighs. She stopped fighting me at the first touch of my cock. I thrust into her again, not giving a shit if anyone comes back here and sees us. They can look all they want. I plunge into her wet pussy, taking what I need from her. Charlie has me tied in knots and I can’t figure out what it is about her.
“Fuck, Charlie!” I growl as I fuck her harder. I know I’m leaving new marks and I don’t give a shit. The world ceases to exist when I’m inside of her, and for the moment, that’s all I want. Reaching around, I grab her ass and yank her into me. Charlie wraps her legs around my waist as I lift her off the table. Her mouth devours mine in a heated kiss that sends my body out of control. I’ve never been kissed by a woman like this, and fuck, I think I might like it. I slam Charlie’s back against the wall and pump my hips harder, hitting her as deeply as I possibly can. She claws at me, no doubt leaving her mark on me as I left on her but I can’t stop myself.
“Savage! I need to come,” Charlie begs me.
I fucking like when she begs like that. Chuckling into her neck, I slam into her with so much force that the walls bang behind her. A shiver races down my spine, my balls tighten and after a few more thrusts, I explode inside of her. Charlie clenches and explodes with me. Colors shoot behind my eyes as I grunt and jerk inside of her. Charlie rests her head on my shoulder, her breath tickling my skin. As we both gasp for air, I slip out of her and let her feet fall to the floor but I don’t let go of her yet.