Fighting Mac (Charon MC)
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Her next little whimper set me over the edge.
“Grip my neck and lift up your ass, baby.”
She did as instructed, without any hesitation and after I tore open my own jeans, releasing my granite-hard cock, I shoved her jeans and panties down to the middle of her thighs. I didn’t want her to get too cold, but I had to be inside her right fucking now. With a hand wrapped around each hip, I moved her over me, and my eyes crossed when she reached a hand between her thighs to guide me inside her. With her pants stopping her from spreading her legs too wide, it was a fucking tight fit. I thrust in deep.
“Fuck, bunny. I love how tight you are like this. Fucking love you, Zara.”
She hummed happily as she swiveled her hips on me. “Love you too, babe.”
“Now you’re officially mine, you gonna let me fill you up?”
She shuddered and arched her back again. “I sure as fuck don’t want you to stop and pull out now.” She paused to moan as I hit her g-spot. “And I kinda like the idea of having your baby.”
That left me growling as I gripped her hips harder to slam her down on me with more force. Images of her with her belly swollen with my baby, of her nursing a sweet, dark haired baby to her breast had tingles running down my spine and tightening up my balls. I slammed her down over me hard and held her to me as I started to come inside her. I shifted my hand to rub her clit until she tightened around me and screamed for me.
I’d never get enough of this woman, no matter how many times I took her. I knew, I’d always want more.
Zara
It’s been a full week since I was taken, six days since Sledge went missing and two days since I first let Mac fuck me without a condom. A smile curved my lips as I thought back to that evening. Watching the sky change colors as the sun set while Mac loved me. I clenched my thighs together at the memory.
“Girl, get your head out of the clouds and go deliver this to table six.”
Heat flashed over my cheeks as I winced at Marie. “Sorry.”
She shook her head with a chuckle. “I was young once, so I understand, sugar. And if I had a man like yours, I’d be behaving worse than you are.”
I rolled my eyes and took the tray to deliver table six’s order. When I got back to the counter I moved up close to Marie so no one else would overhear me.
“You’re not too old to be having some fun with a man. And I’ve seen how you watch Scout.”
She stiffened and a flash of hurt passed over her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Would you mind taking this out to the dumpster?”
There was definitely a story behind that look, but it was clearly one Marie didn’t want to discuss. I tied off the garbage bag before I lifted it up and headed to the front door, calling out to Bash as I went. Mac had to work at the gym today and it felt strange to not have him here in the cafe with me. He was still going to be here to take me home when we closed, but the daytime guard duty had fallen to Bash. I knew Mac would have preferred have a patched in brother on me, but that hadn’t been an option today. And after nearly a week of no one even seeing Sledge around town, I’d tried to tell the club we didn’t need anyone sitting in the cafe all day. Surely, they all had more important things to do with their day? Not that they’d even listened to that suggestion.
“You want me to run that out?”
I smiled over at him. “Nah, just come with me so Mac doesn’t lose his shit that I went outside on my own.”
I could use the fresh air, and Marie looked like she could use a minute without me in her face. I guess I shouldn’t have brought up Scout during work hours. Ah well. Live and learn.
Happily lost in my little bubble of happiness, I made my way to the parking lot with Bash by my side. He lifted the dumpster’s lid for me, and I tossed the bag in. I winced a little when the lid came down with a crash.
“Sorry.”
“No worries. Damn, it’s cold out here today, isn’t it?”
I looked up at the clouds wondering if it was going to get stormy later.
Bash made a noise I think was meant to indicate he agreed with me. Then he stiffened. Curious, I followed his gaze to see one of the women from the clubhouse. Great. I hoped Bash wasn’t going to accept a blowjob from her or something, because I’d already seen more of the man’s junk than I ever wanted, or needed to.
“Hey, Jake baby, how you doing? Sorry I missed your party the other night.”
With my intuition twitching, I tilted my head as I frowned over at her. She’d called him Jake. Did that mean she didn’t know about his name change? Or had she just forgotten it? And why would she have missed the party? The club whores—my skin crawled a little every time I heard that term—seemed to be at the clubhouse every night of the week, like they didn’t have anything else to do. I wasn’t sure if the club paid them, but assumed they must, since they seemed to spend so much damn time there.
As I was trying to puzzle out why she had the hair on my arms standing up, she’d moved in and now had her palms on Bash’s chest as she purred at him. Seriously, the woman was actually purring. Meanwhile, Bash looked like a fucking statue. Clearly, the poor boy had no idea how to deal with such a pushy woman.
“I’m going to head back inside.”
My voice seemed to snap Bash out of his stupor and he started to shove the woman off him. Before he could say a word, the loud noise of a car’s engine filled the air. I turned in time to see a black SUV gunning straight for us.
“Ah, fuck.”
Bash grabbed my arm and pulled me back behind him as he reversed up next to the dumpster. I ended up next to the damn whore who was glaring at me with a look of hatred that had my memory coughing up what I was trying to think of earlier. Scout had said two of the club whores had helped Sledge escape. I narrowed my eyes at her. Was this one of them? Why else wouldn’t she have been at the party Monday night?
“You were one of the ones that freed Sledge, weren’t you?”
Bash stiffened with a curse, but before he could do anything, the SUV squealed to a stop about five feet away from us. Within seconds the back door opened and the front passenger window rolled down. The muzzle of a gun flashed within the vehicle. I screamed as the sound echoed around us. Bash jerked, and with a curse, reached under his cut. Before I could see what he was grabbing, the whore put her whole body into shoving me out from behind him and toward the car. I hadn’t been expecting it, and as I stumbled to get my feet under me, I was grabbed and thrown head first into the rear of the vehicle before I knew what was going on. I twisted to look out the open door in time to see Bash bring down the butt of his gun on the bitch’s head, knocking her out before he lined up a shot at the car. Please let him be a good shot.
I heard two tink noises as his bullets hit the metal of the car. At the same time the driver took another shot, Bash fired again and a grunt of pain sounded next to me. Snapping out of my shock, I scrambled over the seat, reaching for the opposite door. I pulled the handle but it refused to open. I tried to find the locking mechanism but the man who tossed me in grabbed my shoulder, pulling me away from the door, he’d spun me around and I was face to face with a man I didn’t recognize.
“If you don’t let me go, the Charons are gonna kill you.”
His eyes narrowed for a moment, then without uttering a word, his fist came up to connect with my jaw. I was already struggling to fight off my cataplexy, and the blow made it impossible to not fall limply against the seat.
“She out?”
“Yeah. Hurry the fuck up and get us to the meet site. Then Sledge can fucking deal with her. Bastard put a bullet in my thigh. Hurts like a motherfucker.”
“How bad you hit?”
“Bad. And the bullet’s still fucking in there.”
“I nailed his shoulder a good one, I’m sure he’s in worse shape than you. Drug the bitch. If you pass out from blood loss or some shit, I do not want her to be waking up and trying something fucking stupid that’ll get us all killed.”
> No, no, no. I don’t want to be drugged again! At least with the cataplexy, I could hear them and knew what was going on. Someone yanked my arm out and I felt a needle dig into the crook of my elbow moments before fire raced up my arm and I floated away.
CHAPTER 20
Mac
Fury radiated from me as I paced around Marie’s. The first fucking day I’m not by her side all day and she’s snatched. Again. I glanced over at the prospect who was currently being laid out over two tables that had been pushed together as Taz pawed through a first aid kit beside him. I wanted to be mad at the kid, but he didn’t deserve my anger. He’d honestly done his best. After taking a bullet to his shoulder, he still managed to knock out the piece of shit whore who’d helped them take my woman, and got three shots off into their vehicle. Pity he hadn’t hit a tire or two. He better have not hit Zara. Then I’d be more than angry with him.
With a growl, I turned my focus back to Keys, who’d set up on the opposite side of the cafe with his laptop.
“Hurry the fuck up, man. It’s been over an hour already.”
Keys flipped me the bird before he went back to taping away. “Fuck you, Mac. I’m going as fast as I can here.”
Marie had closed the place down, shutting the blinds and locking the door, so I couldn’t see anything out the windows. Which was infuriating, as I had nothing to focus on outside the people in this room, none of whom deserved my fury.
I needed to be moving, searching for my girl. With a snarl I threw a punch at the wall, feeling the sting as the skin on my knuckles split while the sheetrock gave out.
“Calm your shit down, Mac. You need to be calm and with a clear head, or I’ll lock your ass down while we go out and get your woman. Understand?”
My vision turned red for a few moments. “No way in hell will you, or anyone, stop me from finding her. Just try it and see how that shit goes for you.”
Scout let out a string of curses before he got up in my grill. “As president it’s my fucking job to keep all of you safe. Which includes stopping a brother, who’s being a stupid bastard, from getting himself killed. Zara’s your old lady. That makes her one of us. Which means the whole fucking club will be behind you to get her back. But I won’t let you join them if you’re running purely on emotion. Because that means you’re not using your fucking head, which will get you–and possibly Zara–killed.”
I clenched my jaw and stayed silent as I seethed. I knew he was right. I needed to get my emotions in check. Dropping my head down, with my eyes closed, I took a few deep breaths and tried to gain control.
When I looked back up, Scout had moved away from me and over toward Marie, who was looking like she was having some kind of meltdown. She wasn’t saying anything, but she had that special, wild look in her eyes that indicated she was battling some kind of internal war. Scout was slow in approaching her, speaking in a low voice that I couldn’t quite hear well enough to make out the words. Not that it mattered, she wasn’t hearing him. I frowned when Scout crowded in close against her, cupping her face in his large palms. Yeah, there was definitely something going on between those two. Although, I had no idea if they’d once been a couple and it had ended, or if they’d just danced around each other for years.
Marie shuddered, then slid her arms around the man’s waist, as she leaned her head against his shoulder. The way Scout returned the embrace, holding the woman like she was made of glass, left me thinking we’d be seeing a lot more of Marie around at the clubhouse in the future.
“Right. Got her. Mac? Give me your phone.”
I rushed to hand over the device to Keys as I looked at the laptop screen. While Keys screwed around with my phone, I leaned in and moved the map around to work out where the flashing dot was located.
“They didn’t go very far.”
How stupid were they? In their shoes, I’d be running as far and fast as possible. But these fuckers appeared to have stopped just north of Angleton.
“They might not be there. I’m tracking her phone, not her. But it’s the only lead we have.” He handed my phone back. “I’ve got it set to follow that signal, just in case it moves again.”
“Great. I’m going after her. Who’s coming?”
Scout moved toward me. “I’m going with you. Keys? You and Nitro gather the rest of the brothers and ride out to join us as soon as you can. Leave three brothers at the clubhouse and get all the women locked down there, including Marie.” He eyed off the still-unconscious woman on the floor. “Take that bitch down to a cell. We’ll deal with her later.”
Taz peeled off the gloves he’d worn to work on Bash. “I’m good to leave now. Bash’ll be fine. The bullet missed everything important and he’s all sewn up.”
I relaxed a little, knowing Taz and Scout were with me all the way. And damn, but it was fucking nice to know I had an entire club at my back. I glanced over to see one of the prospects that had been on guard duty out in front of Marie’s help Bash sit up.
“Thanks.”
My voice cracked a little and I headed for the door before anyone could say another fucking word. I made it all the way to my bike before Taz grabbed my arm.
“Whoa, Mac. Hold up. You armed?”
“Of course. Got my knife and my piece.” I patted my palm over the gun concealed under my cut. I’d been wearing my under-arm harness all week, just in case that fucker turned up.
“Perfect.”
With that, Taz jogged over to his ride. I clipped my helmet on and started mine up in record time.
Hold on, Zara. I’m coming for you.
And this time I’d make sure to eliminate all threats to her, even if I had to chase that fucker Sledge all the way to Mexico. I would see him dead by the end of the day.
Zara
As I slowly surfaced through the drug-induced haze, it took me a few minutes to get my mind to clear. What the fuck did they give me? An ear-piercing scream made me jerk awake, my eyes opening to see I was in a dim, dirty barn. Charming. I’d been propped against the wall with my arms bound above my head. I tugged on them a few times, but they didn’t budge at all. Just fucking great. At least my legs were free.
“Fucking hell. Hold him down already.”
I looked over toward the gruff voice to see Sledge and the driver leaning over the man who’d been with me in the rear of the SUV. I recalled hearing him say he’d been shot. Sledge was digging something into his thigh while the driver did his best to pin the man to the table. I couldn’t help but wince when the man let out another scream of agony.
The sound cut off when the man went limp.
“Thank fuck. About fucking time.”
Sledge kept mumbling under his breath as he worked on the man. But I stopped paying attention when the driver looked up and caught my gaze. Pain and fury blazed strong enough I shuddered in response.
“She’s awake.”
“Good. Go vent your anger on her and give me some fucking peace to deal with this shit.”
The driver shook his head. “No way. I’m staying with him.”
“Whip, he’s fucking unconscious. And it’s her damn fault your boy got shot in the first place. Go vent your frustrations on her rather than hovering over me like some kinda fucked-up mother hen.”
What the fuck? It was my fault Sledge decided to risk everything to capture me. Again. I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat when the big man stepped toward where I sat on the floor. I was sure the evil glint in his dark eyes didn’t bode well for me.
“He’s wrong, it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t pull that trigger.”
He lunged for me and backhanded me hard enough I went a little dizzy.
“Shut up, bitch.”
While my head was still foggy, he undid my hands and dragged me up off the floor. I stumbled as I tried to get my feet under me, my movements slow and clumsy. Obviously, whatever drug they gave me was still in my system. Before I could muster the energy to fight, he took my hands and used a thick metal chain to bind them
together in front of me.
When he shoved them up, my gaze followed and my blood ran cold. A hook was slipped between my bound wrists before he went to wind a lever that raised the hook, and my wrists. The chain twisted against the still-healing skin of my wrists as it went higher. I rose up on my toes to try to relieve the pressure but the bastard just chuckled and cranked the lever again. Then I crashed, cataplexy leaving me hanging from that damn hook.
“Fucking weak bitch.”
I wanted to sigh in relief when I was lowered enough my feet were flat on the floor. I was just starting to get control of my muscles when a crack filled the air. I tensed as Sledge’s laugh floated over from where he was still working on the other man.
“Little girl’s about to find out why we call you Whip.”
Whip growled. “Don’t you worry about what I’m doing. You need to focus on what’s in front of you.”
“Don’t forget who I am, boy. I could end you both in a heartbeat. Take her fucking shirt off before you start, give me something pretty to look at while I try to save your boy here.”
A shudder ran through me, strong enough to make my teeth rattle. Desperation fueling me, I started to tug on my arms while Whip dropped his nasty looking whip on a chair before coming to stand in front of me. My hands were going numb, my wrists screaming in pain as I continued to tug and twist them. When he reached for my shirt, I pulled my leg back and thrust it up with all my strength. The bastard turned to the side so I caught his thigh, not his groin like I was aiming for. Bastard.
“Fucking bitch. You’ll pay for that.”
In a flash he gripped each side of my shirt and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying. I tried to back up when he pulled a knife from a sheath on his belt. Standing to my side, so I couldn’t reach to kick him, he cut my shirt off, then my bra. But he didn’t touch me. With a frown, I ran my gaze over him. It wasn’t like I wanted to be raped, but his actions were not what I expected. Surely he’d at least cop a feel? Not like I could do shit about it.