by Lane Hart
Warren nods his head solemnly. “That was the president’s wife.”
“And you…you look out for the president?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus, Warren!” I exclaim. “Why would you want to be a part of something that could get you killed?”
“Because it’s more than that,” he answers. “I know it sounds bad and has the potential to be dangerous, but it’s also a brotherhood. The guys there are like my second family. I have their backs and they have mine, no matter what.” While he’s talking, he starts absently rubbing at his forearm, and after a moment, I notice the long, jagged scar his fingers are tracing.
“That wasn’t a work injury, was it?” I accuse, pointing at the mark on his arm. I remember seeing him while it was still red and inflamed, and him waving off my questions, claiming it was no big deal.
“It was sort of a work injury,” he hedges as he jerks his hand away from the scar.
“Warren!” Both Nova and I draw his name out in a warning tone.
“All right, all right. A guy was going to stab Torin, and I blocked the knife. Well, sort of blocked it, by getting stabbed in the arm. It really wasn’t a big deal, though,” he adds under his breath.
I shake my head as I let that information sink in. “And Maddox is about to become a member.”
“He is.” Then he asks, “Why?”
“Just wondering.”
“He was good to you that week, right?”
“Yes!” I exclaim, because he’s asked me half a dozen times already. “He was a perfect gentleman.” He always made sure I came first.
“Listen, Audrey, I didn’t tell you about the MC because I didn’t want you to think…less of me.”
“Less of you? Why would I think less of you?” I ask in confusion.
“Well, if I’m being honest with you and myself, not everything the club does is one hundred percent legal. And right now…well, it’s probably best that I’m telling you all of this now, because the federal government has us under their thumb.”
“Oh shit,” I mutter in concern. “Like, you could get arrested?”
He looks to Nova sadly before he says, “It’s a possibility. And if anything happens to me, I would hate to put the burden on you, but you’re Ren’s godmother.”
Understanding exactly what he means, I tell him, “Of course I would take care of Ren!”
“I know you would. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
“Is this, the MC, the reason Ren got taken away?” I ask.
“Yes.”
Looking to Nova, who I know was his social worker because she called and questioned me, I start to open my mouth and say something not nice, when Warren speaks up. “It wasn’t her fault! Nova was just doing her job and she helped me get Ren back.”
“If you say so,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest.
“That’s all behind us now,” Warren says when he takes Nova’s hand in his. “We just have to wait and see what happens with the feds and have plans in place for the worst-case scenario.”
“I don’t like that you kept all of this from me,” I tell him.
“I was just trying to keep you and Ren safe while doing the best I could to put food on the table and keep a roof over our heads,” he says. “If I thought there was a better way, I wouldn’t have joined the MC. Now, though, I wouldn’t leave them if I could. They’re my brothers and I’m gonna stick by them through thick and thin.”
“Are you sure it’s the best place for a guy like Maddox?” I ask in concern.
“No,” Warren replies. “And that’s why we’ve waited so long before voting him in, hoping he would change his mind before he commits to this lifestyle. But it’s what he wants, so it looks like it’s going to finally happen.”
Being in town, knowing I’m so close to Maddox, makes me want to see him again, and maybe try to talk him out of joining the Savage Kings. If only I knew where to find him.
“Wait,” I say when a thought hits me. “Do the Savage Kings own the Savage Asylum bar?”
“Yeah, why?” War asks.
“No reason,” I tell him before I get to my feet. “Would you mind watching over Stella for a little while? I want to catch up with some friends from high school who are home for the summer break.”
“Sure,” Warren agrees. “Nova and I are having a movie night with Ren. You can join us when you get back.”
“Sounds good,” I tell him.
Chapter Eleven
Maddox
“If a member asks for any fucking thing, you get your ass moving in a hurry,” I explain to our two new prospects. “If one of them calls you in the middle of the night, you sleep with the burner phone in your bed and answer it on the first ring. If one of them asks you to move a dead body, you don’t even ask for a shovel. They’ll either give you one or you’ll be expected to dig the grave with your own two—”
“You’re joking, right?” Mike asks me.
“If a member is speaking,” I say, raising my voice as I glare at him, “you never fucking interrupt!”
“Jeez. Sorry,” he mutters. “But it’s impossible for me to tell when you’re serious and when you’re fucking with us.”
“How about this, if I’m not laughing, I’m not fucking with you. Understood?”
“Yes, sir,” both guys reply to me.
I have to admit, I could really get used to this being in charge shit. It’s nice not to be the lowest member on the totem pole. Soon, I’ll even have my patches…
Sunlight spills into the dimly-lit bar, and I’m not sure why but as crazy as it sounds, I know it’s Audrey before I even turn around and see her. I could just feel her close proximity, like she’s a magnetic force I can’t resist, even if I wanted to.
Without another word to our prospects, I head straight for her. The smile on her face when she sees me is brighter than any beacon from a lighthouse. Still, I can’t help but ask, “What the hell are you doing here?” when she throws her arms around my neck.
Shit.
I quickly glance around to make sure War’s not in the bar before I hug her back, trying not to think about how good it feels to have her in my arms again.
Pulling away from her before I do something stupid, like kiss her or fuck her on the bar, I ask, “I mean, is everything okay?” trying to make amends for my first question that came out too harsh.
“It’s good to see you too,” Audrey replies sarcastically with a smirk. “I just talked to War…”
“You told him about us?” I hiss.
“No, not about that,” she says with a roll of her dark brown eyes. “I asked him about the MC and he told me the truth. Finally. Anyway, I was in town and I wanted to see you.”
“You shouldn’t be here,” I warn her. “If he comes by—”
“He won’t be by,” she assures me. “At least, not for a while.”
“How do you know that?” I ask.
“Because I just walked in on him and his woman getting busy. And then he’ll be going to pick up Ren from daycare soon.”
“Oh,” I mutter, figuring that means he’s made up with Nova. But I’m still not sure what Audrey’s doing in the bar.
“So, why are you here?” I ask. “In the Savage Asylum? Someone could tell War.”
“I’m pretty sure that no one here knows who I am since I didn’t even know about the MC until you told me about them. And, well, I wanted to see you again,” she says, reaching up to pinch the sides of my cut between her finger and thumb to tug me a little closer. “Maybe kiss you and…more?”
More? Fuck yes, I want more.
Shit, I’m supposed to be showing the prospects the ropes. I glance over at the two guys, who are watching me, and then back to Audrey, who looks so damn sexy in her short summer dress and strappy fuck-me heels. Her cheeks are flushed from the heat, reminding me of how they flushed for me during our three days and nights together. Fuck, that was good, and I’ve missed her like crazy every second since I walked out
her door.
But War would murder me…
“Is this a bad time?” Audrey asks in concern.
“I’m, ah, sort of on babysitting duty right now,” I explain to her.
“Should I go?” she asks. “Or are they old enough to watch?”
I choke out a laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No,” she replies, looking up at me, innocently blinking those big chocolate eyes. “They look like they’re over eighteen.”
“Are you trying to get me killed?” I whisper to her. “Because that’s what your brother will do to me if he finds out about the other week or today.”
“So, there’s going to be a today?” she asks cheerfully.
“I didn’t say that,” I reply.
“Do you want me to leave?”
“No,” I answer without any hesitation. “Just give me a second to think. It’s really hard to do that when you’re standing right in front of me, wearing a dress that I could so easily bend you over and fuck you in.”
“Oh yeah, let’s do that,” Audrey suggests, pinching my T-shirt in her fingers and grazing my lower abs, which doesn’t help my strategic thought process at all.
“Prospects,” I say. “Go…go clean the kitchen!”
“What?” Mike asks, but thankfully, Cedric gives him a push toward the back to get him heading that way.
“Ooh, will they do anything you tell them to?” Audrey asks. “Because I will too.”
“You really are trying to kill me,” I tell her before I grab her hand and tug her out through the bar door and around the side of the building. There’s never any foot traffic through here so we should have a few moments of privacy. Which is apparently going to be all the time it takes for me to erupt since Audrey only lets me press her into the wall and kiss her lips for a few seconds before she falls to her knees. I worry about the rough pavement causing abrasions on her soft skin but before I can pull her up, she’s unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock. And I need her so fucking badly my entire body is trembling.
Audrey’s mouth opens wide as she looks up at me and then wraps her lips around half my cock.
“Jesus Christ, woman,” I groan when she pulls off and then surges forward again, causing even more of my rock-hard flesh to disappear into her hot, wet mouth.
Needing a distraction to keep from blowing my load when her head starts to bob faster and faster, I busy my shaky hands with pulling out my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans to hunt for the condom I stashed in there. I toss the leather down on the ground and let Audrey suck me three more wonderful times before I reluctantly step back to remove myself from her mouth.
“Wanna be inside of you,” I tell her as I rip the condom wrapper open with my teeth and then roll the rubber up my damp shaft. Incapable of full sentences, I also mutter, “Up.”
Audrey stands, then reaches down to pull her white panties free from her shoes and holds them up in offering.
“Thanks,” I tell her, as I snatch them from her hand with a grin and shove them into the pocket of my cut.
I reach for her hips as I lean down and slant my lips over hers, kissing her deeply while I lower a hand to cup her between her thighs. My tongue slips between her parted lips at the same time my fingers part her lower ones.
“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I whisper.
“I missed you,” Audrey says before we’re too busy attacking each other to speak. Her fingers are tugging on my hair while mine are playing with her clit and sinking inside of her tight pussy.
“Fuck me,” she eventually says. “I want to come on your cock.”
“God, yes,” I groan as I remove my hand and spin her around so that she’s facing the building, her palms flattened against it.
Glancing each way, I make sure there’s no one lurking around before I hike up her skirt and then line my cock up to push my way slowly inside of her body. Both of us moan at the amazing sensation of me filling her up until I’m as deep as I can go. I stay buried there for a few moments to revel in the way we fit together so perfectly, like she was made for me.
And also, to try and talk my dick down from jack-hammering into her just to get myself off before Audrey’s even close.
“Maddox?” Audrey asks while squirming on my cock to try and make me move.
“Yeah, baby?” I reply as I place my lips on the side of her neck.
“Move.”
“Move?” I repeat, teasing her.
“Yes, move!” she demands, bucking her hips to try and fuck me. But I flatten her much smaller body to the bricks and lace my fingers with her splayed ones while invading every inch of her.
“You’re not the one in control here,” I remind her. “I’ll move when I damn well want to.”
When she whimpers and says, “Please?” I finally give in. I withdraw my hips just a little before slamming them forward again.
“Oh my god,” Audrey moans. “Again? Please?”
Just hearing her beg makes my cock throb.
“Only because you asked nicely,” I tell her before I start to fuck her with small, shallow strokes. Gradually, I speed up a little more and slam inside of her harder until the two of us are both incapable of anything other than broken sobs, begging for relief.
“Come on, baby,” I plead while reaching around Audrey’s body and finding her swollen, needy clit that I rub with the pad of my finger. “Give it to me. I know you’re close.”
“Yes,” she cries out. “So close. Uhh, Maddox!”
I’m not sure if anything has ever felt as good as finally letting go, giving myself over to the pleasure and riding the waves with Audrey. Her moans and cries have me coming so hard the world goes dark again for a few incredible seconds.
Then I blink, and the sun is shining down on us in the Savage Asylum alley, and I realize just how stupid and selfish I’ve been to let myself bring War’s sister out here and fuck her where someone could’ve seen us.
Audrey’s a good girl, even if she does have a wild streak. She deserves better than getting fucked here where some guys take pisses and toss their cigarettes.
“I probably need to get back inside,” I tell her, as I pull out of her and quickly remove the condom.
“And you want me to leave,” she says in understanding.
“I’m supposed to be watching the prospects, and if your brother found out…”
“No, I get it,” Audrey says when she turns around and puts her dress back in place while I zip up. “I got what I came for.”
“I love seeing you and…and being with you,” I tell her, reaching up to brush her long hair behind her shoulder. “But I can’t keep doing this. There’s a lot on the line…” Like my head.
“Yeah, you’re pulling the plug. I get it,” she agrees on a sigh. Then she stands on her tippy-toes to kiss my cheek. “See ya, Maddox.”
And without another word, Audrey walks away from me, like it was way too easy.
Chapter Twelve
Maddox
I know I’m in trouble as soon as I walk back into the clubhouse…and Reece is sitting at the bar with the two prospects. He rarely comes up here unless he’s hanging out with some of the guys, and right now, the veins in his arms and neck are bulging like he really wants to hit me.
“I found one of your prospects downstairs and came up to return him to you,” Reece grits out between his clenched teeth. “Check his phone.”
“Shit,” I mutter as I glance at the two guys, who both look nervous. “Which one?”
“Does it matter?” Reece huffs.
“Hand them over,” I say with my palm out, waiting for their devices. Cedric offers his first, followed slowly by Mike.
“Mad Dog and I need to have a talk. You two keep your asses glued on these chairs.” Reece then points to one of the cameras with a red glowing dot in the corner of the room. “I’ll know if you squirm even an inch!” he warns them.
Fuck. This is bad. Reece is always in a grumpy mood but today, he is livid.
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br /> Phones in hand, I follow him to the keypad and watch as he punches in a new code. “If you let them see you punch in the numbers again, I’ll take your fingers off,” he grumbles over his shoulder.
“How do you know they got the code from watching me?” I ask as I jog down the steps behind him. “I haven’t even been down here since I was given the prospects.”
“Keen observation,” he says, without looking back at me. “But that means you still let them get close enough to see one of our brothers enter the code.”
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath as we head inside his apartment. As soon as I’m inside, he gets in my face and slams the door behind me.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he snarls.
“Fine. I heard you loud and clear!” I reply. “I won’t let the prospects near the keypad. But it’s not like there’s anything secretive going on down here…”
“No, but there’s sure as fuck something secretive going on upstairs. In the alley, to be exact.”
“Oh.”
I slip the two prospects’ phones into my jeans pocket when I realize what this chewing out is really about.
“You’re fucking War’s sister!” Reece asks. “Are you planning to follow in your father’s footsteps and die young too?”
“Wait,” I say, holding up my palm in confusion. “First of all, how did you know what I was doing outside, and how do you know she’s War’s sister?”
“Cameras!” he exclaims, pointing over to the many, many screens around the room that show various parts of the building…and outside of it.
“Shit,” I groan, while scrubbing a hand down my embarrassed face before the indignation hits. “Hold up. You were watching us?”
“It’s my job to keep an eye out for threats!” he yells. “It’s not my fault that you picked the wrong place to fuck the wrong girl instead of babysitting the fucking prospects, like you were told to do!”
“Fine, it was stupid of me to do that outside with her, but I told the prospects to clean the kitchen and I wasn’t gone long.”