Chains' Trust

by E. C. Land

  “I don’t know if I can handle anymore,” I murmur.

  “Oh, you can handle it, I promise you that,” he grins as he removes the condom and ties it.

  Leaning to the side of the bed, he reaches into the draw for another one and lays it on the bed next to me.

  “We’ll use this one again in a few minutes. First, I want you to ride my face,” he says, huskily as he rolls us until I’m sitting on his chest.

  Starting to feel nervous, I try to slide down his body. “I, um, I don’t know how,” I confess when he grabs hold of my waist.

  Grinning from ear to ear, Chains moves me to where he wants me. Directly over his face. “I’ll teach you, Bitsy. I’ll show you everything you need to know and more,” he says right before he does just that, making my throat raw from screaming his name over and over throughout the night.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chains

  Sitting in my chair at the table where our club holds church, I inwardly groan as I thank the caffeine gods for the coffee in my hand. Exhausted from last night’s events.

  Well more like events that lasted until the sun came up this morning.

  I have created a monster out of my woman and fuck if I’m going to complain. Last night I fucked my woman every way I could think of and then some. I never knew a woman to be as flexible as she is, and the positions I’d put her in makes me want to find one of those Kamasutra books.

  “Prez, you’re looking a little rough today,” my VP, Tyres, chuckles.

  “Fuck you,” I grumble lifting my coffee cup to my lips, needing the caffeine more than ever right now.

  Today, I’d called church for my brothers and I to discuss shipments coming up and to figure out a game plan with the Delancy’s. I’m fuckin’ done waiting for the right moment. Or for Parker. It’s time they all died.

  “Fuse, what do you have for me on Delancy and Parker?” I demand as I down more of my coffee.

  “Besides, Deanna being spotted yesterday in the French Quarter neither Delano, nor Parker have been seen lately,” Fuse states as he shakes his head. A lot of people don’t get our brother. Considering the tattoos that coat his body he looks like the rest of us; however, Fuse is different which is what makes him fuckin’ good at what he does.

  Due to something to do with his nervous system, he has a sensory issue that affects how his mind works. No one outside of the members of the club know about it and that’s the way we want to keep it. It’s no one else’s business what our brother deals with.

  “Are our eyes still working at their place?” Tyres asks.

  “Yep. However, nothing has been going on out of the normal sex fest they always seem to be having. The parties are constant,” Fuse sneers. “Those people are masochists. Every last one of those parties they string a woman up in the middle of the room and Deanna or Delano will take a whip to the woman. The last one looked as if she died from the way her head slumped over to the side when the cord wrapped around her throat.”

  “Shit, that’s fucked up,” Breaker mutters.

  “You're telling me. I had to watch that shit with Fuse,” Brake grumbles.

  “Look, I know we had planned to get into the inner circle in order to take them out; however, I think we need to change our game plan. I’m not going to put Tiny at risk of Deanna’s wrath. We all know what that bitch will do to my ol’ lady if she finds out about her,” I state.

  “I agree,” Ryder says from the other end of the table. “I’ve waited for fuckin’ years to take Delancy out. He took my brother and sister-in-law out, all because Chains’ mom wouldn’t leave her ol’ man for him. Deanna ended up marrying the fucker so she wouldn’t lose her money. Now she’s as crazy as that fucker. If not more so.”

  “I’d say she’s worse. I feel for the children that she’s had with Delano,” Tyres mutters.

  “They’d be better off without either of their parents at this point,” I grunt.

  “What do you think about calling Vi and Ray home? Let them help us in getting this organized. You know Tracker wants Parker for himself,” Fury suggests from his place next to my uncle. Glancing at him, I know he’s trying to tell me something. Probably something Ela has said.

  “I don’t know,” I say, leaning back in my chair. I don’t want to bring my little sister into this bullshit. She’s finally happy and doesn’t want to be Silent Night anymore unless she absolutely has to. Besides that, my nephew was born not too long ago premature thanks to a bombing. I don’t want to put her in a predicament that would take her away from her son. Granted, Tracker wouldn’t let that happen anyway. I respect the man for who he is and the love he clearly has for Vi.

  “I know you don’t want to call her, but Vi and Ray both have talents that can help us do what we’re going to want to do. What we’d originally wanted to do can be done but we’d have to push everything up on the timetable. Meaning, we’ll need their help,” Ryder states.

  “What about Harlow?” Pitch Black proposes.

  “Fuck no,” Lynch, Harlow’s brother, snarls from next to his cousin. “Don’t bring Harlow back here. It won’t do any good.”

  “I don’t know about that,” Fury says. “It might actually do Harlow some good coming here.”

  “No, my sister has been through enough fuckin’ shit. She doesn’t need to come back here and deal with more,” he mutters.

  “I have to agree with Lynch. Vi and Harlow have both been through enough bullshit in their lives. They don’t need to be brought into our situation here. Besides, we don’t need them to do our jobs. We’ve been handling our own shit for a long time now,” I say, scanning the room making sure to meet each of my brothers’ gazes. “We have a code, brothers. Never harm those we love. Never bring the innocent in the middle. Never let our backs be put to the wall. Those women are innocents from now on. We can do this ourselves.”

  Nods of agreement fill the room as every one of my brothers bangs a fist on the table. Lifting my gaze to my uncle, I see him grinning at me as if he’d been testing me.

  Fucker.

  Love him but fuck if he can be a pain in my ass. Then again, he technically should still be the Prez of our club not me. But he refuses to take it back wanting to just sit back and be a member of the club rather than deal with the headaches I do.

  “Then what do you want to do, Prez,” he says nodding his head in approval.

  “Here’s what I’m thinking,” I grin as I start to go over details of a plan I’d been working on since the first time I realized Tiny was goin’ to be mine.

  I refuse to let anyone hurt my woman and I’ll kill anyone who stands to harm her or my club. As I said earlier. Never harm those we love. Never bring the innocent in the middle. Never let our backs be put to the wall. And I intend to make sure that nothing happens.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tiny

  Over the past month, since Chains and I took our relationship to the next level, I’ve never felt so many emotions. Throughout the day he seems to be so distracted, barely speaking to me or isn’t here period.

  At night is a different story. When he comes into the room, the first thing he does is strip out of his clothes and sinks deep into me. Afterward, Chains holds me to him like nothing was going on. I may not be that smart, but I know something is going on.

  Whether it has something to do with me or not, I’m not sure yet.

  “Tiny, can I get another beer?” Breaker asks as he sits on the stool in front of where I’ve been standing.

  “Sure,” I murmur, turning to grab him one out of the cooler behind me and hand it to the guy.

  “Thanks, babe.” Grinning, Breaker takes the bottle out of my hand.

  “Breaker, baby.” I cringe at the squeal of the woman’s voice who called Breaker's name from across the bar.

  “Fuck,” he mutters, his back tensing before he plasters a grin to his face and faces the woman. “Noémie, what are you doing here?”

  “Chains called me. Said he needed to talk to me. I�
��ve missed you two guys, maybe the three of us can have some fun. We haven’t in months” As her words hit my ears, it’s as if a bullet has penetrated my heart.

  “Chains, called you?” Breaker asks before I can.

  “Yeah, said it was important that I come to the clubhouse,” She giggles as she turns to me. “Can I get a margarita?”

  Unable to speak, I nod and go about fixing the woman her drink.

  “Don’t go trying to start trouble, Noémie,” Breaker says, his arm still around the woman.

  “Who me? I never cause trouble you know that, baby,” Noémie smirks.

  “Bullshit, woman. Let me shoot Prez a text letting him know you’re here,” he mutters, reaching into his pocket but Noémie stops him.

  “That’s okay. I can find him,” she smirks taking the glass I’d just put on the bar top.

  Who the fuck is this woman? Better yet, why did Chains call her. Is he done with me already? He has to be. I mean look at this woman. She looks like a runway model whereas I’m barely tall enough to reach the bottom shelf with all the liquor on it.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Breaker says firmly glancing in my direction.

  “Of course, it is. It wouldn’t be if he hadn’t called me here himself. But as it is Chains did,” she argues and takes a sip of her drink. “Yum this is so good, for a stray you make a damn good drink,” Noémie laughs.

  “Fuck,” Breaker grunts as I ball my hands into fists.

  “I’m sorry but excuse me. Did you just call me a stray?” I snap, pissed she’d judge me for working behind the bar.

  Wait, no, I’m pissed she’s rubbing in the fact, Chains, called her here. More importantly, he’d find someone else before telling me he’s done.

  What else should I expect? He deserves something more than me. I’m nothing compared to this woman. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to let her know this.

  “Well, that is what you are. I mean no offense doll face, but there is no way any man in this building would go for a little girl like you unless it was for free pussy. I mean besides the long hair you have nothing to offer.” Thanks for the confidence boost bitch.

  “Noémie, I’d suggest you not insult Prez’s ol’ lady again,” Breaker sneers, gripping the bitch’s arm now rather than sitting with his arm around her waist.

  “What?” she screeches. “You’re Chains’ ol’ lady. Yeah fuckin’ right. That man wouldn’t settle for some little girl who looks like a bitch like you,” she yells, cocking her hip as she crosses her arms over her chest.

  “Evidently, he did, considering I’m the one he takes to bed every night,” I state.

  “Oh, honey just because he takes you to bed every night doesn’t mean you’re his ol’ lady. Only that you’re the pick of the month for now,” she giggles.

  Fury consumes me and I’m about ready to jump over the bar when the man himself makes his presence known. “What the fuckin’ hell are you doing here, Noémie?” he demands.

  “Baby, I’m here because you called me, remember?” the bitch says, sweetly, snatching her arm away from Breaker.

  “I didn’t fuckin’ tell you to come here. I told your skank ass to wait at the bar for Tyres and Brake to get there and give them the information you had. Nowhere in our conversation did I invite you to the clubhouse,” Chains sneers.

  “It’s been months since you fucked me, and I figured you needed a load off. There’s no way this little girl is giving you what I can,” she whines, and I don’t even hide the rolling of my eyes.

  “Bitsy, come here,” Chains commands.

  Nodding, I make my way around the bar to do as he demanded. I may be upset but I’m not about to let it show right now. Not in front of this bitch or anyone else. That’s one thing I learned from Rachel, and in our last conversation she reminded me of her motto. Show no weakness.

  Once I’m in reaching distance, Chains reaches for me to pull me the rest of the way into his arms. Turning me so that my front is pressed against his, he leans forward to capture my mouth in a quick but commanding kiss.

  Standing back to his full height, Chains turns his attention to the room. “I may not have had my ink put on my ol’ lady yet nor have I given her her patch. But all the same, Tiny is my fuckin’ ol lady. Mine. Does everyone understand?” he bellows into the room which has now gone deathly quiet.

  “Prez, we all knew she was your ol’ lady.” Crash, one of the members of the club yells from across the room. Dee was sitting on his lap giving me a glare.

  “I’m speaking to all the strays and hang arounds,” Chains says.

  “I’m sure they understand, Darren,” I murmur for only him to hear.

  “Good, because I won’t allow any one and I mean no fuckin’ body to disrespect you,” he grinds out.

  “Okay,” I say as I meet his gaze taking in the fury swirling inside them.

  Without another word, he nods and lifts his head to Tyres who I didn’t even notice had joined our group. “Deal with this bitch for me and have Shock take over bartending for the night. Tiny’s off,” he states right before releasing his hold on me.

  I’m about to tell him that I was fine working when I find myself being thrown over Chains’ shoulder.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chains

  Mother fuckin’ bitch thinks she can come into my clubhouse and disrespect my ol’ lady, all because I quit givin’ her my dick.

  Fuck.

  I’d seen the doubts start to seep into my woman’s gaze from the camera in my office. Fuse, Tyres, and I had been going over some shit that he had seen on the video feed at the Delancy’s when something on the screen next to the one we were looking at caught my attention.

  I’d turned the volume to the monitor up to hear what was going on in the main room of the clubhouse, I turned my focus solely on what’s going on with Tiny and those around her. It’s not easy with the music being so loud but I made do.

  She had been hurt by Noémie’s words and probably with the way I’ve been acting recently.

  Over the past month, I’ve been distracted with getting everything organized to take out the Delancys. I’d called Noémie when she’d texted me from the strip club she works at and overheard Delano talking to Parker. After telling the bitch to wait at the bar, in the French Quarter the club owns, until Tyres and Brake got there, I’d hung up.

  Where Noémie thought I told her to come to the clubhouse is beyond me. Sure, Breaker and I use to double team her together, but I sure as fuck don’t think she’s a good enough lay for me to look the other way when it comes to my ol’ lady.

  That shit doesn’t fly with me. Not everyone is the same and it ain’t my business but when it comes to my relationship, I’m not about to throw it away or have Tiny look the other way. It’s not how my dad raised me. Hell, it ain’t how Ryder brought me up after my dad died.

  It’s time to show my Bitsy she means everything to me. I’d been waiting until I took out those fuckers to give her the cut, I’d ordered it weeks ago. It’d finally come in but until this mess was over with, I needed to make sure she was protected.

  As of now, I don’t give a rat’s ass if Deanna sees it on my woman anymore or not. Tiny deserves to know what she means to me and not be hidden away in fear.

  Bending forward, I throw Tiny onto the bed and climb over her until I have her caged between my arms.

  “Seems we have a few things to get straight, baby,” I growl as I meet her gaze.

  “I highly doubt that. Seems to me things are quite clear,” she whispers, quietly.

  “Wanna expand on how things are so clear?” I demand.

  “You may have said what you did out there as a saving face moment, but I know you don’t really want me. Not really. I mean, how could you? Compared to Noémie and the other women who surround you, I’m nothing. I barely have tits or an ass. She’s right I look like a little girl.” Lifting a hand, I wipe the tears that fall from the corners of her eyes.

  “Bitsy, didn’t I
tell you that I love you?” I ask, softly.

  “Yes, but you could have changed your mind,” she murmurs.

  “That’s not going to happen. Besides my sister, I’ve never told another woman I loved her. Not even Deanna.” I say, honestly.

  “Deanna?” she asks, her brow furrows in confusion.

  “I’ll explain things about her in a minute, baby. What you need to understand now, is that you are it for me. No one else is going to be able to do what you have.” Leaning forward, I brush my lips against hers.

  “What’s that?”

  “You own my fuckin’ heart, baby, that’s what you do.”

  “Then why have you been so distant from me. I mean besides here in this room. You’ve barely paid any attention to me.” I knew I’d hurt her by ignoring her, but I was trying to get everything in order to take the Delancys out, sooner rather than later.

  “Sloane, I know you’ve been around clubs and know that there are things I won’t discuss with you. This is one of them. I will say this though, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings by ignoring you. I’ve been working on taking care of a problem the club’s been dealing with for years and . . .”

  “I don’t need to know the details unless you want to tell me. But you also need to know, I don’t need you to protect me from every little thing. I get the club has problems, I’ve heard bits and pieces to know it’s some serious stuff. But I’m not weak and can help. Yes, am I terrified of going to town alone or being too close to people? Yes, I’m petrified to do either, however when you're around the feelings aren’t so terrible. Knowing that I can come to you helps with my anxiety. So please just stop keeping me at arm’s length out there. I can handle myself because I trust in you that if I begin to fall you will be there to make sure I’m not hurt.”

  “Fuck, Bitsy,” I say before capturing her mouth thrusting my tongue into hers as I move my hands between us and unbutton her jeans. After that little speech, I need to be balls deep inside of her more now than ever.