“I’m not leaving. No matter where this takes us, I’m by your side for the long haul, Maverick.”
“Good. Because I’d make it really difficult for you to leave,” he said.
“Oh, really? What, you’d tie me up in your secret basement?”
“Hmm, not sure if that was the thought on my mind, but now it is.”
A wolfish grin spread across his face as he rolled me onto his stomach. In a flash, he was on his feet, my body tossed over his shoulder. I had no idea how he maneuvered it, but as his hand cracked down against my ass, I squealed. He barreled through the house and up the steps, carrying me like a sack of potatoes.
“Maverick! What are you doing!?”
“What? You’re the one that said something about tying you up. I’m just following through with the obvious answer,” he said.
He tossed my body onto the bed before locking the bedroom door behind him.
“Maverick, I was joking,” I said, giggling.
“Are you sure about that?”
He turned around, and I watched a fire ignite behind his eyes. Heat pooled between my legs, and I watched his massive cock throb to life. It hung hard between his legs. Weeping for more of me. And even though my pussy ached and burned from the assault it had just taken, somehow it still begged for more.
Begged for the man I loved.
“Promise to be gentle?” I asked.
He silently walked over to his closet and dipped down. I watched the muscles of his back underneath his skin ripple and pebble for my viewing pleasure. He rose up, his darkened form towering over everything else. Growing and pulsing as he reached over and turned the lights in the room off. Only the small streams of sunlight pouring through his blackout curtains allowed me to see. And when he stepped into them, he held up the ropes he had in his hands.
“I promise to test your limits, but never breach them. How does that sound?” he asked.
My eyes darted from the rope to his eyes to the cock swinging between his legs. He stood there, waiting for my command. Waiting for me to give the go-ahead. Or, waiting for me to say ‘no.’ And I knew he’d listen. I knew he’d obey. He knew who was really in control in the bedroom. He knew who really had the last say. Just like the patriarchs who bled fear into the veins of others, the matriarchs are the ones with the command. The ones who can dismiss or accept with a simple flick of her wrist.
So, when I held my hand out and flicked my wrist, beckoning him to come to me, he swooped in and began tying my limbs down to the bed.
“I love you, Gabriela.”
His warm voice was soothing in my ear as he tied off my wrist to the bed.
“I love you too, Maverick.”
“What’s your safe word?” he asked.
“Caramel,” I whispered.
“Good girl.”
He tied off my other wrist before standing at the foot of the bed and grabbing my ankle. I watched him work quickly. Carefully. Tying knots, he could undo with a simple reach of his hand. The sunlight danced along his body. It illuminated his skin for my viewing pleasure.
Chapter 26
Maverick
The sun peeked through my blinds and hit my face. I squinted my eyes shut before I opened them, trying to remember when exactly I fell asleep. My eyes adjusted to the light, and I opened them to a mess of tangled sheets and limbs. Gabby’s body was sprawled across mine, and I relished in the heat that was coming off her skin. Memories of her loud moans last night ran through my mind.
I would have to tie her up more often.
I pulled her body close to mine and stifled a chuckle when I heard her soft snores escape her lips. I snuggled her next to me and let my eyes start to close. But just as I was about to fall asleep, my cell phone rang out and jolted me awake.
“Ugh, turn that stupid thing off,” Gabby groaned as she rolled over. I let out a laugh as I grabbed for my phone. As I looked at the screen, I saw it was Dean, and my muscles tightened slightly.
“What’s up?”
“I’m calling church. Get your ass over here right fucking now.” And the line quickly went dead. Shit, something must be going on because Dean sounded pissed. I looked over at Gabby who was wide awake and staring at me. She had the sheets pulled close around her naked body, and her eyes were wide with fear.
“What happened?” she asked.
“I’m not sure,” I said as I let out a long sigh. “But something is up. Dean called church.”
“Is it something with my father?”
I lightly brushed Gabby’s hair away from her face. I hated the worry that I saw all over it.
“I don’t know, but you can come with me and find out.”
“You can bring me to church?”
“Technically, no,” I said with a laugh. “But with all of this bull shit going down, I’m not letting you out of my sight.”
Gabby nodded her head and smiled. Then she quickly got out of bed and threw some clothes on. I followed, and within a few minutes I had her behind me on my bike, and the wind was blowing against my skin. Her arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I could tell she was nervous and scared, and I wished there was some way I could comfort her.
But I wasn’t sure how to do that.
When we arrived, Jace was outside waiting for us.
“I figured you’d bring her along with you,” Jace said. “Leti is inside too.”
I nodded as I slid off my bike, and followed him inside. All of the guys were there waiting, including Thor, who was sent to Vegas a few months back to help with the High Rollers.
Shit, if Thor was here, something terrible must have happened. Thor was on permanent assignment with the guys in Vegas.
Gabby looked up at me, and all I could do was squeeze her hand, and try to reassure her. Thankfully, Leti was inside waiting for Gabby, and she pulled her in close for a hug. I was glad that they were getting along.
I walked over to the rest of the guys and nodded over at Thor.
“When the hell did you get in?” I asked
“Early this fucking morning,” he grunted and took a seat next to me.
I looked around and noticed that everyone was there, except for Dean.
“Where the hell is Dean?” I asked Jace who just sat down on the other side of me.
“Fuck if I know,” he said.
“Well, if he pulled me out of bed for nothing,” I grumbled.
“It wasn’t for fucking nothing,” Dean spat out as he walked into the room. I held up my hands in defense. Fuck, what the hell happened?
“Sorry, you just weren’t here,” I said.
“Because I was dealing with another shit storm.”
“What the fuck is going on?” Colt asked. Dean started pacing the room.
“Shit Dean, what the hell happened?” Duke asked.
Just then, the doors to our bar opened, and Diesel and Brynn, Dean’s daughter, walked inside. All our heads turned toward them, and I when my eyes landed on Diesel, my heart stopped.
He looked like fucking hell.
His right eye was swollen, and he had cuts and bruises all over his arms. By the looks of it, Brynn was helping him walk into the place. He was limping, and he had some of his weight resting on her shoulder.
Duke, who was the closest to them, jumped up and helped relieve Diesel’s weight from Brynn.
“Someone jumped Diesel last night. They caught him off guard as he was walking back to his bike,” Dean said.
“Fucking hell,” Jace said. “Are you ok man?” Diesel nodded as he hobbled over to the rest of us. I jumped up and let Diesel have my spot on the couch. Duke helped Diesel sit down, and he groaned a tad as his body hit the cushion.
“It looks a lot worse than it actually is,” Diesel said with a laugh. “But that’s not the full reason why I’m here.”
“What else happened?” I asked. Diesel let out a sigh.
“This wasn’t just some random guys not realizing who they were jumping. They targeted me for a reason. Once I was
down on the ground, one of them leaned over me and said that this was just the beginning.”
“Just the beginning of what?” Colt asked.
“Of the war with the Rojas Diablos cartel.”
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“So, when are we going to retaliate against them?” I asked.
“Damn, Duke. The hell’s wrong with you today?” Jagger asked.
“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just sick of the cartel thinking that they have the upper hand.” I said.
“Do you guys think we need to fill in the High Rollers on what’s going on? You think this shit will come back-lashing on them because of the work we do for them?” Jace asked. “Hell it’s obviously backlashed on the Dead Souls.”
“No,” Dean said.
“It’s a good question,” Maverick said.
“Finally. Someone’s got some sense about them,” I murmured.
“Who dug a stick up your ass today?” Jagger asked.
“Shut it, prospect. You’re not even supposed to be speaking during these meetings,” I said.
“Enough!” Dean exclaimed. “If you can’t be like Thor, then shut the fuck up so I can speak.”
Everyone peered over at the behemoth man in the corner. If people thought Maverick was massive, then no one had truly met Thor. He was a functioning mute, stood at a whopping six-foot-six, was stacked to the brim with muscle, and needed all of his damn clothes professionally made and tailored to his stature. The man grinned in the corner. Like he had been let in on some sort of joke taking place. I was ready to get this damn church meeting over with. We’d all been gathered for over an hour and the only thing that had been addressed was that Diesel got jumped and that Thor was back from assignment with the High Rollers.
Instead of taking action, we were just fucking stuck here talking about it.
“Okay. Here’s what we need to address really quickly. The issue with the cartel has spiraled. We have one of the assholes dead, and a head honcho on the run. Then this shit with Diesel happened. They are trying to spook us. Which means we need to stay alert,” Dean said.
“And again, my question stands. Should we inform the High Rollers as to what’s going on?” Jace asked.
“No,” Thor said.
We all flickered our gaze over to the rumbling voice before turning back to Dean.
“I side with Thor on this one. We don’t have to tell them yet. Right now, the issue is contained. Right now, the cartel’s issue is with us. Well us and the Dead Souls. If we catch wind that they’re trying to branch out beyond Redding, we’ll call a meeting with the High Rollers. Otherwise, we keep it under wraps as best as we can,” Dean said.
“So, what’s the plan then?” Rock asked.
Yeah. Dean didn’t just call this meeting with us. He called this meeting with all of the Dead Souls as well. Mostly to keep his daughter, Brynn, safe. Partially because Diesel was beat up. A little bit to make sure things were going smoothly in their area and that the bullshit he was pulling wasn’t affecting his daughter like he feared.
“The plan is to be prepared for anything. That’s what we’re doing, and that’s what you guys need to be doing as well. We might need you guys if things get ugly and this mess turns into an all out war,” Dean said.
“Yeah I’d like to find out how they knew to come after me to get to you guys,” Diesel said.
“I can start out that story,” Jace said.
“And Maverick can finish it,” I murmured.
“There was a young woman that walked into one of our bars a few weeks back wanting help. Said she trafficked drugs for the cartel and wanted out. Wanted help trying to save her brother. We took on her case, I sheltered her until we could get things figured out, and the man Dean is talking about that was killed was her handler. Sebastian,” Jace said.
“The girl’s name?” Rock asked.
“Oh, it was Leti,” Jace said.
“Wait, your Leti?” Diesel asked.
“Yes. My Leti.”
“How’s she doing, by the way?” Colt asked.
“Eh, the pregnancy’s kicking her ass. She’s been pretty sick throughout it. Doesn’t seem to be letting up much,” Jace said.
“Anyway,” I grumbled.
“Who pissed in his Cheerios?” Thor murmured.
“If you’re whispering, you’re not very good at it!” I exclaimed.
“Duke, do you need a nap?” Dean asked.
“What I need is for this meeting to wrap so we can actually do something,” I said. “We are just sitting here chatting, instead of doing anything.”
“Fuck Duke,” Dean said. “We are trying to work through all of this.”
“It’s not my fault Maverick decided to attach himself to someone associated with the cartel,” I said with a laugh.
“What now?” Diesel asked.
“That’s the other part of this story,” Maverick sighed. “We had a young woman infiltrate our ranks before turning on her father. He’s a higher-up on the cartel chain. Manages not only the ins and outs of the U.S.-side of operations, but controls who is killed and how. The thick of it is the daughter wanted out, the father held her mother and sisters hostage while trying to get her to come back home, and when we went to go save the family, he got away,” Maverick said.
“And let me guess. This ‘young woman’ is also your Gabby,” Diesel said.
“Yep,” I said, popping my ‘p’.
“Then, yeah. Sounds like we need to be prepared for anything. And the rest of your guys,” he said pointing to me, Colt, Thor and Jagger, “need to keep your pants on.”
Dean let out a laugh.
“You may be beat to shit, Diesel, but you at least still have your humor.” Diesel shrugged his shoulders and smiled.
“Alright, Jace get with Rock and see what else you can find. I want to know everything we can about this fucking Rojas Diablos cartel,” Dean said.
The meeting wrapped up shortly after that and the ‘men with women’ stayed behind to shoot the shit. Probably about how they had their balls in cups on their shelves at home. Me? I wasn’t sticking around for the sausage fest. I was exhausted after being out all night and all I wanted to do was crack open a beer, flop down onto my couch, and pass the fuck out. I rode through the neighborhood and got onto the back roads of our hometown. Redding. The place I’d called home more times in my life than not. It had taken me in when I was a prospect and kept a tight hold on me ever since. But slowly, it was becoming infested with the one thing I couldn’t stand.
Relationships.
“Fuck relationships,” I groaned as I parked my motorcycle in the garage.
It was ridiculous, really. The club was in the throes of the biggest fight they’d ever seen, and the men I called brothers were whipping their dicks out whenever they got the fucking chance. It was sickening, really. How they were prioritizing their sexual desires over the safety of the club. And then getting pissed off at me that I went out partying the other night! The hell’s up with that shit?
“Can’t even keep their dick in their pants,” I murmured as I grabbed a beer from the fridge.
I cracked it open with my hand and made my way to the couch. I eased myself down onto it and tipped the bottle up to my lips, chugging as much as I could. I couldn't believe the shit we had gotten ourselves into. The steaming pile of bullshit that had dropped onto our doorstep was too much to believe at times. We weren’t even involved with the fucking cartel in the first damn place until Leti showed up. With her seductive stare and her innocent features that forced Jace’s damn cock right from his jeans. Dean should’ve known better. Someone should’ve put their damn foot down when he announced that Leti was staying at his fucking place. We all knew Jace better than that. And now, the gir
l wasn’t just living with him. She was knocked up!
“Fucking figures,” I grumbled.
And Maverick! Maverick’s bullshit didn’t shock me in the slightest. My issue with him was his absolute idiocy. You mean to tell me one of the smartest men in our damn club didn’t see that she was trying to slip some information off his ass? That’s what men got when they were entranced by women. They got stupid. Sloppy. Messy, in all the wrong fucking ways. That’s why I left shit behind when I was in high school. That’s why I broke my girl’s heart. The life we lead isn’t a life for women. For children. For any of that bullshit. It’s why I fuck around without getting attached. With condoms. Always.
The hell were Jace and Maverick thinking?
“Idiots,” I sighed.
I drained my beer and set it on the table beside my couch. I laid myself down onto the cushions, readying myself for a nap. I pulled the blanket over my legs I kept tossed over the back of the piece of furniture, then closed my eyes and waited for the alcohol to take me under.
Then, a knock came at my door.
“For fuck’s sake!” I exclaimed.
Throwing the covers off my legs, I pulled myself up from the couch. Now, I was tired, pissed off, and ornery. What a fucking brilliant combination. A faster knock came at the door and I gritted my teeth, trying not to throw every damn cuss word I had at the door. I didn’t know who the fuck was standing on the other side, but they were about to get a slice of me most people never saw. The knocking continued and continued, rattling my damn brain and rushing anger through my veins I’d need another beer just to tame.
“What the hell do you--?”
I ripped the door open and stared out into… my front yard. There was no one there. Until I looked down. And when I looked down, I found myself staring into the eyes of a young girl. She stood about to my waist. Maybe a little shorter. And she fire in her eyes. Attitude in her downturned frown.
Huh. That frown looked familiar.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“Are you Duke?” the young girl asked.
“And if I am?”
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