Finding Hope (Satan's Sinners MC Book 7)

by Colbie Kay

  "That makes sense. You had your daughter taken from you. I think I would be the same way with people. Your jealousy, and maybe envy, is normal, Tin, but hopefully soon, you will have Hope back."

  I wipe away a stray tear and grin. "We didn't do a very good job of keeping our happy going." I snicker. "Let's go dance and get away from all this serious talk."

  He stands first and holds his hand out for me. Taking it, he walks backward until we're in the center of the open floor. It's only the two of us out here as the song begins, and he tugs me into his chest. His arms go around my neck and mine snake around his waist. We hold each other tight as we move to the beat. His fingers graze against my neck, causing goosebumps to break out over my flesh, and a shiver to run up my spine. His mouth moves to my ear as he whispers in a feather-light voice, his breath brushing my skin, "You're my Juliet." I light-up with excitement at his words but try to stay as calm as possible.

  Turning my head slightly, I whisper in his ear, "You're gonna be my dark fairytale." His lips meet mine, and our bodies stop moving to the music. His tongue skims across the seam of my lips, and when I give him the opening he seeks, our kiss deepens to earth-shattering depths. He ravishes my mouth, and I'm spinning, falling into his all-consuming web. Desire and need for this man rush to my core. Breaking free, his lust-filled eyes stare into my hooded ones. "Let's go!" I demand breathlessly.

  "Thank fuck!" He practically drags me out of the clubhouse and shoves me into the apartment before he slams the door, and in two long strides, he has me in his arms, and our mouths are crashing together again.

  He rips his lips away from mine only long enough for our clothes to disappear. We stumble in a heated fury to the bed where we both fall onto the mattress. Romeo reaches down and positions himself, then in one swift hard stroke, he impales me all the way to the hilt. I scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. His fingers lace with mine as he lifts our arms to above our heads, and his mouth latches onto my neck as he delivers each mind-blowing thrust.

  "Goddamnit, Tin! You're so fucking perfect," He growls as each pump intensifies in speed and roughness.

  I squeeze my eyes shut as I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist and move my hips to match his every thrust. "Romeo," I call out his name in a blur of satisfaction. He knows my body inside and out like no one else ever has. He meticulously hits my spot with every pound he delivers, and I begin spiraling into a daze of hungry desperation. He spurs my orgasm closer and closer as the rush of my release electrifies my whole body.

  "You're clenching me so fucking good. Let it go." His rhythm becomes impossibly harder. I chase my need until the heated sensation detonates within me, and I scream his name once again as stars dance behind my closed lids. My cries and his moans engulf the space around us. Our bodies shake uncontrollably against one another as we cling to each other until we come back down from our crash into euphoria.

  Romeo rolls to the side, breaking our connection but pulls me to him. “Why is it so much different with you?” I ask against his chest while still trying to catch my breath.

  He kisses the top of my head. “Because it’s the real deal, Tin.”

  Lifting my head, I stare into his chocolate eyes. “Is it different for you?”

  He nods and grins. “Yeah, I thought at first it was just because we tried to fight it for so long, but that wasn’t it at all.”

  I lay my head back down and bite down on my thumb to keep my smile from growing.

  He’s the real deal, this is the real deal. Maybe just maybe, it’ll still be real when we get back home.

  I pace outside of the Cobras' clubhouse. They are getting closer and closer to finding out who I am, and it's getting more difficult each day to keep it a secret. All of Deuce’s plans have failed. What else is there left to do in order to try and take out these motherfuckers?

  Taking a deep breath, I pull the burner phone out of my pocket and dial the man himself.

  "It's about time you called." He sounds angry.

  "Sorry, shit got crazy here with the explosion, and then some other shit happened." I scan the area around me, making sure no one is around.

  "Well, you gonna tell me about the bomb or not?" His voice is now impatient and a little happy at the same time.

  I look down and kick at the dirt with my steel-toed boots. "It didn't fucking work. Romeo and Drifter found it, and they got everyone out before the explosion."

  "Fuck! These motherfuckers got nine goddamn lives or what? Bunch of fuckin' pussies."

  "Yeah, they fuckin' do. So, what now? We've tried everything to take them out and nothing's worked. This was supposed to be it. They definitely know there's a rat amongst them. It's not going to take long until they figure out it's me. At least before, Hanger wouldn't believe it was one of his own who’d turned."

  "Let's lay low for a little while, but I'll come up with something. Let them think everything is okay, and we'll hit 'em when they least expect it. Where are they staying now, and what's the plan for the club?"

  "Right now we're staying at the Cobras' compound, but Hanger's mentioned rebuilding. Vote was not to combine clubs, but to keep allies."

  He huffs through the phone. "Figures."

  "We're short on guys right now. Some of them have gone to Arizona, and we don't know when they'll be back."

  "Hmm. Might not be a bad idea to get 'em when they don't have as many men."

  "Deuce, if you don't do something, they'll find you."

  "I know." With those words, he hangs up.

  "You're the fucking rat?" Drifter growls behind me.

  I spin to face the prospect, and before I can duck, his fist hits me between my eyes and everything goes black.

  We've been in Arizona for over a week waiting to hear from Hacker about Roland when my phone finally rings.

  "Yeah?" I answer with a little too much quieted enthusiasm.

  "You didn't make this easy on me, brother, but I got some info for you." I practically jump out of bed while Tinsley still sleeps soundly and beautifully naked.

  I rush into the bathroom to hear what he has for me. "What you got?"

  "Roland Pierce is Ronaldo Cortez Jr."

  My eyes almost bulge out of my sockets with how much they widen. "Cortez? Of the Cortez Family Cartel?"

  "The one and only, but that's not the kicker. The kicker is, he's a member of the Arizona State Senate. My guess is, he's using Roland Pierce as an alias so no one connects him to the family, and anyone that does know, he's paying them off. It wasn’t easy figuring it out, but once I started hacking into Richie’s bank accounts and seeing the wire transfers, it all started coming together."

  I run my hand over my head and pace the bathroom. "Fuck! How do we get to him?"

  "I'm sending you Intel on his alarm system, schedule, photo, and anything else you might need."

  "Thanks, brother."

  "Good luck."

  We hang up, and I blow out a deep breath of air. This shit is getting even more fucking complicated than we thought. Now we’re supposed to go after someone in the Senate? It did not matter that it was state instead of federal, it was still fucked up. We better cover our goddamn tracks like never before.

  I quietly step back into the other room and begin to grab some clothes. Glancing at Tinsley, she’s still sleeping peacefully, so I walk back into the bathroom and jump in the shower before meeting the guys outside.

  Once again Pretty Boy is on guard duty for Tinsley, and the rest of us head over to the clubhouse to go over the information Hacker gave me.

  We enter the clubhouse, and I spot Gritt at the bar. “Hey.” I slap my hand on his shoulder as I stand beside him.

  His gaze drifts to me. “Hey.”

  “We have new intel. Can we use your chapel to discuss it?”

  “Yeah, sure.” He stands and leads the way. Without coming in himself, he watches the rest of us take seats around his table. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.” With those parting words, he lea
ves us alone.

  My eyes travel to my four brothers. "Hacker did his job and found out that Roland is actually Ronaldo Cortez. He's not only part of the Cortez Family Cartel, but he's also an Arizona State Senator."

  "Are you fucking serious?" Chayser asks in disbelief and sits back in his chair.

  "Dead serious." I pull up the text that Hacker just sent, and we all look it over.

  Demon is anxious to go after him. He’s ready to go home like the rest of us and has become more and more impatient as the days grow longer. “Do we pay him a visit at work or home?”

  "I think our best bet would be at home. He's not going to have as much security there, and we have the alarm code. We get the information we need, and then kill the son of a bitch," I reply, anxious myself, but I know that it’s the smart decision.

  "Sounds good to me," Bam agrees.

  I continue, "Let's meet up at seven tonight, and we'll ride. He lives in a gated community, so we'll have to sneak up on the guard and destroy the cameras that way no one knows it's us."

  "Aye," My brothers say in unison. We stand and file out of the room before going our separate ways.

  I head back to the cabin, and when I walk inside, Tinsley is still sleeping. I begin to remove my cut and the rest of my clothes so I can wake her up properly.

  Lying on the opposite side of the bed, I slowly pull the covers from her bare body and begin to lower myself until I'm between her legs.

  The first swipe of my tongue to her pussy, she moans quietly and begins to stir. Focusing on her clit, I twirl my tongue in circles, and she cries out louder. Her hands clamp down on the back of my head, and I know she's fully awake now. Moving quicker, I apply more pressure before dragging my tongue back through her slit. "So fucking sweet." I give her praise and hum against her beautiful bare cunt.

  "Don't stop!" She mewls and lifts her legs to rest her feet on my shoulders. Her thighs open wider, giving me full access. I wrap one arm around her thigh, and the other, I use to push two digits inside her. My tongue continues its assault on her clit while my fingers push in and out, pumping repeatedly and rubbing against the spot that makes her go crazy.

  Glancing up between her thighs, I witness the sexiest sight I've ever seen. Her long brown hair falls in waves around her, and her head is tilted back on the pillows with her eyes closed and mouth parted as sounds of pleasure bubble up from deep within.

  Her legs begin to shake, and her stomach moves with her swift-paced panting. Her climax is drawing closer as the tidal wave begins to work its way to the surface.

  I push my fingers in and out faster, my tongue twirling at a quicker pace. "Romeo!" She shouts, and her grip tightens on the back of my head as she holds me closer. Her hips begin to buck as she chases the bomb that's about to detonate.

  "Mmhm," I mumble my approval as she yells for God, and the first burst of her flavor hits my tongue. Yanking my fingers out, I use both my hands to spread her lips as I lick every drop she releases until she's pushing my head away.

  "That was so good!" She says breathless and sated.

  I crawl over her body to face her. "Morning."

  She grins and opens one eye. "Morning. Lay down, it's my turn." She pushes my shoulders so that I'm lying flat on my back and she's on top of me. My hand reaches for the back of her head, and I grab a handful of hair. Gripping it tightly, I bring her lips to mine and push my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself.

  My rock hard cock jumps against her pussy, begging to get inside of her. Just as I'm ready to reach down and make her ride me, she pulls away. The tip of her tongue lightly traces from my neck to one of my nipples, twirling around it much like mine did her clit. Her eyes meet mine as she moves to the other and repeats her actions. With my hand still holding her hair in my grasp, she moves further down and follows my happy trail finally reaching the base, and she lays her tongue flat against my shaft. She moves her head back up to suck the head of my cock into her hot wet mouth. Fuck!

  Her head bobs up and down as far as she can go, taking me in deeper and deeper. My cock touches the back of her throat. She comes all the way back up and down again over and over. Her mouth feels so fucking good, but it's not where I wanna be.

  "You have the mouth of a fucking goddess!" I groan and reach for her arms to drag her up. "But that's not where I'm coming." I flip us so that I'm back on top and in control. Turning her over, I command her, "On your knees, ass in the air." Without having to tell her twice, she scurries into position. With her beautiful round ass in front of me, I give her a good smack on one of her cheeks.

  "Ah!" She yelps, but stays right where she's at. I smirk, seeing her cream colored skin turn a rosy pink.

  Positioning myself behind her, I use my hand to guide my cock to her entrance. So fucking slowly, I enter her, pushing deeper until I'm seated all the way home. My eyes squeeze close as I savor the sensation of her wetness, her heat, and the feeling of being home. She's my peace, she's my good in a world of bad, and she's all I fucking need and crave.

  Gripping her hips, I begin thrusting in and out, setting my pace. "You feel amazing!"

  "You're so deep," She moans, full of her desire. Reaching around with one of my hands, I find her clit.

  Keeping up with my calculated strokes, her ass moves back, bouncing against me, matching me pound for pound as her hands fist in the sheets. Her head hangs forward as those sounds I love to hear fall from her lips. I snake my other arm around her waist and jerk her back with me as I sit on my heels. I drive upwards, and she slides down. Her head lolls back onto my shoulder as her cries get louder. One of my hands stays on her clit while the other glides up her stomach to her tit that fits perfectly in my hand. I massage her flesh and roll her peek between my fingers, tugging on the tight bud.

  "You're so fucking perfect," I whisper against her ear before my mouth latches onto her neck. My spine begins to tingle as my balls tighten.

  "I'm going to come!" She shouts and climaxes in my arms.

  "I'm right there with you," I growl into the crook of her neck as my own release rushes from my body like a fucking hurricane. I slowly pull out of her, and both of us fall to the mattress. I lay on my side and drag her back against me. Our sweaty bodies mold together as one, and I think to myself, she's it for me.

  We park a block away from the gates with our black hoodies and black gloves on. Our steps are quick but stealthy as we move in. Coming up to the side where the guard can't see us, Bam Bam rushes into the guard’s patrol station and grabs him from behind. In the quiet night air, the pop is loud as Bam Bam turns the guard’s head and snaps his neck.

  He drops the guard to the ground, and Chayser moves in to destroy all of the cameras and video footage. After that's done, we stay in the shadows, locating the address we're looking for. We try a couple of windows and find one unlocked. I'm the first to climb through. With my gun cocked and ready, I move with light footfalls through the office and open the door. Lights shine brightly in the hall. Glancing both ways, to the right is nothing more than closed door that requires a security code and a wall; those will not allow us to go any further. Choosing to go left, I pass more closed doors until I come to a huge front room. Walking between the dark leather furniture, I find another entryway that leads to a formal dining room. Ronaldo himself is sitting in the only occupied chair with a plate of food and a tumbler with some brownish liquid in front of him.

  My brothers flank me as we stand here, allowing him to enjoy his thick juicy steak. He must feel our eyes on him because his chewing slows as he lifts his head and meets our hardened stares. "Who the fuck are you?” He begins to stand, but my gun is pointed directly at his forehead.

  My voice is cold and deadly. "Don't fucking move." He sits back down with his hands held up in surrender. "I want you to tell me about your black market scheme."

  He keeps his expression stoic. "I don't know what you're talking about."

  I laugh. "Why does everyone say ‘I don't know what you're talking about’ wh
en you know good goddamn well what the fuck I’m talking about, Ronaldo?"

  He shakes his head like he’s almost relieved. "You have the wrong person. My name is Roland."

  Tilting my head, I narrow my eyes, incredulous that he would keep up this farce. "Do you really think we would be so stupid as to have the wrong person? You're getting over on some people, but trust me, you can't hide from the Satan's Sinners. I want names, Ronaldo, and I want to know where the babies are taken."

  "I don't—"

  He begins, but Demon cuts him off by rushing around the table and placing his machete against Ronaldo’s throat. "If you say you don't know one more fucking time, I'll slit your throat and cover these walls in the blood that sprays from your body."

  He glances at Demon out of the corner of his eye. Fear shines, and I don’t miss his now shaking hands. "Okay, okay.” He sighs heavily. “They willingly signed over rights to their children. I don’t know why you’re here wanting information that you won’t get."

  "Except one, right?” I inch closer to the table with my gun still raised. “Tinsley Ryan, that’s who we want information on. She had a daughter two years ago and was told her baby was stillborn.” I slam my hands down on the table and spit in his face. “You stole her baby, and I want to know where she is. Where. Do. You. Take. The. Babies?” My words grow louder with my question.

  Ronaldo reaches for his drink and throws it back, finishing it off while Demon keeps the machete against his throat. “Some of them are already paid for by birth. These people pay hundreds of thousands of dollars. All of the files are untouchable."

  "The ones that aren't already sold, what happens to them?"

  "They go to our orphanage. We keep a supply of children."

  I close my eyes and breathe, trying to stay calm. Who the fuck talks about babies like they’re merchandise? Opening my venomous eyes, I ask, "And where is that?"

  "It's in the basement of the St. James Catholic Church."