by Ker Dukey
"A vile cunt who will no longer walk the earth after tonight."
"That's the club business you're going to deal with?"
"It is. I want to be completely transparent, Drew."
Thud. Thud. Thud.
"What is it? Is he the one who killed my aunt and that other woman?"
"We're not sure, baby. The man who killed Koyn's family is Magna, the president of Demon MC."
My stomach drops, a cold sweat breaking over me. "Remy," I breathe, closing my eyes.
"He's not there. He left town the day you came home with me.”
Standing, I walk around his desk, my mind racing. "Is it dangerous going there?"
"We have the numbers on our side."
"I need to pee," I choke out, heading toward the bathroom door.
"Drew," he calls out. My palm hovers on the handle. "I promise Remy isn't there. He's in California."
"I believe you." I turn to look at him over my shoulder. "I trust you." My words appear to bring him a little peace. His muscles relax, but a tight smile stretches his lips.
"Baby," Alec calls me over, slipping his arms around me and pinning me to his chest. "Can you have Jackie and the girls sort a couple rooms and some food for when we get back? Don't wait up for me, okay?"
"Should I be worried?" I ask, nausea stirring my stomach.
"No." He almost laughs. A beautiful tilt of his lips puts me at ease. His lips claim mine, his tongue plundering my mouth like a starving man. "Mmmm, you taste so fucking good."
"Prez, we're rolling out," Kai interrupts. He's strapped to the nines, a wild gleam in his eyes.
"Be safe."
"Don't worry, Princess. I’ve got his back."
Twenty-Three
Alec
Two hours later…
Carnage everywhere. The fuckers had no clue we were coming. Halo shut their camera down, and we infiltrated their shithole club. Half of them didn’t even have time to reach for their weapons. Kai went in with AK-47, lighting the place up like a warzone. Lucky for us, their club is way out in the sticks—not a lot of people around to hear their pleas for life. Koyn went in with a knife slicing and fucking dicing causing pain turning the place into a bloodbath. Motherfucker had cause and the devil riding his back. But Magna is a slippery fuck. There was no sign of him.
Koyn comes marching from the back rooms, a naked female over his shoulder, ass in the air, pussy on display for all to fucking see.
“Spoils of war?” Kai asks, eyes wide, tongue almost dropping to his chin.
My blade is under his chin in a heartbeat, the vein in his neck jumping. “We ain’t about that shit. Never let a thought like that cross your perverted fucking mind again or I’ll drain you and dump you with the rest of the filth.”
When we get outside, Koyn loads the girl into a truck and peels out of the lot.
“The girl?” I ask Copper, watching his taillights fade from sight.
“She looks like Blaire, his kid.”
Well…shit. I point to the massacre behind us. “You want the bodies to leave a message?”
“No. Burn it to ash.” Good fucking choice.
After showering the blood from my skin, I find Drew working the bar, the place buzzing with adrenaline-filled bastards wanting to party into the early hours. It’s late, and although we didn’t get Magna, I feel good about putting down the Demon club. They were rapists and murdering filth. My hands aren’t clean of blood, but I don’t rape and kill women for sport.
“Thanks for hosting us tonight. Your loyalty and backup tonight won’t be forgotten.” Copper pats my shoulder, handing me a bottle of beer. “She your ol’ lady?” he asks, watching me watch Drew.
“She’s my everything.” I smirk, clinking my bottle with his and taking a mouthful. My hand strangles the neck when one of the visitors grabs Drew’s ass as she attempts to walk past him. Copper tenses beside me, feeding off my energy. “Let me deal with that,” he says. I grab his arm, stopping him from moving, and jerk my chin for him to keep watching. Spinning around, Drew raises her leg and kicks out with her foot, crushing straight into his junk. He howls, falling forward, cupping his junk, and she grabs his head and slams it down on her knee. “Don’t fucking touch me, asshole,” she barks. Loud roars of laughter ring out. My muscles loosen, the rage pumping through my veins easing with every step she gets closer toward me. “I like her,” Copper announces with pride. Yeah, buddy, me fucking too.
The night fades to morning. Everyone’s either passed out or fucking in their rooms, the halls, bathrooms. I sit at my desk, watching Drew undress. “Did you find out if it was a Demon committing the murders?” she yawns, utterly unaware of how fucking stunning she is in her cotton panties and nothing else. My cock is rock hard, gagging to be buried balls deep inside her.
“Come here,” I tell her, crooking my finger. She bites her lip, eyes dipping to the bulge in my jeans.
She saunters across the room, standing between my spread legs. I splay my hand up her stomach, feeling her breath as it hitches from my contact.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You know that, right?”
“I’m perfect for you.” She rolls her eyes.
“You’re perfect to me, for me. I fucking love you so much, it makes my chest ache.” Her pretty mouth parts, her palm skating over my forearm, holding on. “I love you too.” She swallows, her glassy eyes shining. I move my hand down her body, hooking my fingers into her panties and slipping them down her thighs. “Step out, baby,” I urge her, then drink her in before propping her ass on the edge of my desk.
Lifting her foot, I place it on the arm of my chair and grip her thighs, spreading her open for me. Her scent is intoxicating, sending me fucking wild. I kiss the delicate skin there, then drag my tongue up the seam of her pussy, separating her pretty lips, tasting her. Moaning, she arches her back, her hand gripping my hair, guiding me.
Flicking my tongue over her clit, I suck, kiss, massage with my tongue, until she’s writhing, panting for more. “I need more,” she pleads. I push her chest down until she’s flat on her back, my tongue still lapping her pussy. Unbuttoning my jeans, my cock springs free, seeking out her heat. Replacing my tongue with the pad of my thumb working her clit, I line my cock up with her wet hole and push in deep.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries out. Her hands move to her tits. She kneads them, sweat coating her skin as pure fucking lust and need override everything else. Tight walls contract around my dick, demanding more. I thrust hard, rocking the table, gripping her hip, forcing her down on me as I push forward. Teeth gritted, jaw clenched, I fuck her raw, feeling everything she is. I circle her clit until she’s sobbing, shaking, her toes curling. “Alec, I’m coming. Fuck yes, I’m coming,” she cries, her pussy pulsing, milking my release with hers. When my legs gain their blood back I scoop her up and take her to our bed to draw a few more orgasms from her.
Twenty-Four
Drew
My mouth is so dry, it feels gross closing it. Pulling on one of Alec’s T-shirts and my panties, I creep from the room, dodging a couple of passed out bikers in the lounge. Pushing into the kitchen, I gasp, my heart thundering. “What the hell are you doing in the dark?” I wince, flicking the light on, and stare open-mouthed at Heidi bent over the counter, her round belly hanging over the edge, her elbows propping her up, panties around her ankles, and the beautiful biker Halo behind her, his dick buried deep. I didn’t even know she was here. Mason left before anyone even got back. Silence falls over the room. My mouth unhinged at the sight of them. This is awkward as hell. “Don’t you have a room?” I rush out. And a husband?
“Drew,” she breathes, eyes expanding, lips forming an O. She seems stunned to see me.
“You wanna pull out or just keep going?” I ask the man staring over at me, his jaw clenched. Moving away from her, his dick slaps his fucking thigh as he pulls out, drawing my eyes to it. Oh my fucking God. It’s a stereotype to say black men have big cocks, but, in this case, holy-mother-of-fucking-Go
d. It looks like an eggplant. “What are you doing here?” Heidi asks, pulling up her panties with difficulty, her protruding stomach causing her grief. Surely Mason mentioned me being home.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“It’s not what it looks like,” she rushes out.
“Well…” Halo holds his hands up, which screams, “Kinda is.” He tucks his cock away, and I sigh in relief. I’m going to be walking bowlegged just from seeing his manhood.
“Shut up,” Heidi growls at him.
“She has fucking eyes, Di.”
“Are you going to tell Mason?” God, am I dreaming this shit? Since when do we tattletale? This can’t be real life.
“You should fucking tell Mason,” Halo growls, walking over to the sink to pour himself a glass of water. I need one of those. I move to the fridge, feeling like I scored when I find a carton of OJ.
“I can’t tell him. I’m fucking pregnant, in case you forgot,” she snaps.
“Bitch, there’s a fifty percent chance that baby is coming out with brown skin,” he scoffs in disbelief.
“I wouldn’t be so quick to be telling people you’re fucking another brother’s wife,” I remind him. “Aren’t there rules about that shit?” I slam the fridge shut and gulp down the nectar straight from the carton. I don’t want to be touching glasses left around with these two assholes in here fucking. “He fucks anything with a pulse,” she scoffs, then adds, “What the fuck are you doing here?” like I’m the one in the wrong.
“I came home.” I narrow my eyes on her stupid pretty face and point between the two of them while backing out the room. “Good luck with whatever the hell this is,” I grunt. “And, Di, I know you kept my letter. If you still have it, I suggest it finds its way to the rightful owner.”
Her skin loses its color, her palm rubbing over her stomach. “Understood,” she murmurs with a clenched jaw.
“You going to keep your mouth shut with the Prez?” Halo asks, looking like a naughty schoolboy caught by the teacher threatening to call his parents. This isn’t my mess or my place to be telling people shit. “I got up for a drink. I got a drink.” I hold my hands up and disappear back to bed. When I get into the room, the bed is empty. My pulse jumps when Alec’s naked body cloaks mine from behind. His hand grabs my messy ponytail, tugging my head backward, his lips chasing the pulse in my neck with kisses. “Where did you go?”
“Drink,” I pant. He pushes me against the wall, keeping a firm grip on my ponytail as the other hand wraps around my throat. Tipping my head back further, he steals my lips in a kiss. My pussy floods with arousal, my nipples tenting the fabric of his shirt.
“You taste of fresh oranges on a hot summer day.”
“You taste of me,” I whimper, my legs wanting to buckle.
Dropping his hand from my throat to my panties, he tugs and pulls until they rip from my body, scattering to my ankles, his foot kicking my legs apart. A strong forearm clutches me around the waist, jerking my hips back. “Wanna fuck you, Drew.”
“Then fucking do it,” I almost beg. His chuckle vibrates through me, and then he’s fucking me, relentless, unforgiving, fucking delicious.
Twenty-Five
Alec
When I walk out into the bar, Gracie and Jackie are huddled together, watching something on the news. “What’s going on?”
“Another woman was killed. They’re saying it’s a serial killer.” Jackie dips her head, her stupid fake hair wobbling around on her skull.
Rage signals for me to follow him into the other room and slaps down a folder on the table. I flick the cover open, a grimace overcoming me at the pictures of butchered women, including Drew’s aunt, stacked inside. “Copper said you asked for any and all information on these killings,” he rumbles.
“Some fucker thinks he can run around our city and sneak into women’s houses, raping, killing,” I growl. “I want this fucker’s head on a platter.”
“They don’t have any suspects. If anything, they’re looking our way,” Rage seethes.
“They should fucking know this isn’t our style.”
“Look through the files. In some fucked up way, all those women can be traced to us.”
My teeth clash. “What the fuck?”
“It’s reaching, but it is there, Prez.”
Jameson raps his knuckles on the door, opening it and joining us. “Looks like a storm is approaching. We’re going to have to postpone Bruiser’s party this weekend.” He grimaces.
“It’s fine. Get everyone prepped for the worst situation.”
He looks between Rage and me, frowning. “Everything okay?”
“Not sure. I’ll let you know if it isn’t.” I snatch up the folder and find my woman. She’s not leaving my sight.
Drew’s laughing with Joe when I find her back behind the bar keeping everyone fucking happy. Our eyes clash, and a knowing smile lifts her lips. “Hey,” she mouths. I join Joe, slipping onto a stool, watching Drew pour a drink. “Another murder.” She scrunches her nose.
“I’m looking into it,” I assure her.
Mason waltzes in, throwing himself on the stool next to mine. “You good?” I lift a questioning brow.
“Heidi’s driving me fucking crazy. No pussy is worth the nagging.” He exhales, holding a thumb up in thanks when Drew places a beer in front of him.
“She’s pregnant. Kind of gets her a pass for bitchtude,” Joe tells him.
“Dunno how the fuck she’s pregnant. She avoids my cock like the plague.” Drew splutters, choking on her mouthful of water. I jump up, leaning over to pat her back.
“Babe, drink much? What the hell?”
“I’m sorry.” She coughs, rubbing her chest.
“Why did you let me marry her? She drives me fucking crazy,” Mason groans, swiping a hand through his hair.
“If you remember correctly, I told you not to marry her when she tried to crawl in my bed the night before your wedding.” Alec snorts.
She fucking what?
“She’s always had a thing for you. I’d gotten used to that shit.”
“Mas, you wanted her because she had a pretty face and nice ass. You needed to prove to yourself you could have that, but when it comes down to it, that’s all she is—and that gets old quick. Fucking divorce her instead of wasting another five years in misery,” I tell him.
“She’s pregnant.”
“So? If it’s yours, raise it. You don’t need to be in an unhappy marriage to raise a kid. It’s not healthy.”
“If it’s mine?”
“I’m just saying.” Drew shrugs, shifting her eyes to me. Mason looks over at me, the accusation clear in his eyes.
Holding up my hands, I shudder. “Not a fucking chance. I’ve never been near her pussy.”
The front door slams open, the wind howling outside. “It’s fucking crazy out there.” PB shakes rain from his long blond hair, looking like a fucking Barbie.
“Get the place boarded up,” I instruct. “Drew, let’s go catch a nap, baby.”
Joe grunts. “He ain’t wanting no nap.”
Drew grins. She places another beer in front of him, then hops over the bar straight into my arms.
“He’ll need one once I’m done with him.”
Fuck yeah.
Twenty-Six
Drew
Screams rattle around my brain. Blood. Gore. Gasps. I jolt upright, my heart racing. Nightmares have plagued me the last two nights, causing me to dread closing my eyes. Alec’s large arm tightens across my waist, keeping me trapped in the bed. Rain batters the huge window, the sky flashing bright, then booming with thunder. The sudden wailing of the tornado warnings causes my chest hollow out.
Alec squints one eye open. “Fuck,” he grumbles.
Footfalls sound from the hall from people shuffling around.
“Babe, we need to go underground. Grab anything you need.”
I grip his arm, trying to lighten the mood even though my insides churn. He grin
s and pecks my lips. “Come on.”
A lot of the brothers went home to their families, leaving mostly prospects and the younger brothers here. We all huddle down to the cellar where there are rows of cots set up with pillows and blankets.
I envy Alec being able to immediately fall a sleep down here without a worry about Mother Nature tearing everything apart outside.
Hours pass without any message saying it’s safe to come up. Will we even get signals? I pace the cellar, biting my nails. When noise settles around us, my nerves finally calm. A text pings on my phone.
Gracie: You alone?
Me: No, but I can be. What’s up?
Gracie: Go somewhere private.
My eyes dart to Alec, who’s still snoring on the tiny cot mattress. When a call comes in, I stare at the screen, nerves bubbling in my guts. One of the prospects groans, “Answer or mute it, woman.”
I leap up and haul ass up the stairs two at a time, clicking the green icon.
“Hello?”
Twenty-Seven
Alec
Three hours later
“I’ve searched every room, Prez. She’s not anywhere.” Rage frowns. ”Could she have run again?”
Boom. Boom. Boom.
My head pounds. I can’t focus. Where the fuck is she? I woke up an hour ago to Rage hollering out, “Lunchtime,” to everyone in the cellar. We slept through the storm and the morning. Drew was no where to be seen. I assumed she must have gone back to our room. When I found it empty, a million scenarios went through my mind. Her running was at the forefront. But why would she? Everything is good—so fucking good.