I finally arrive at the clubhouse. I walk in, and everyone is sitting in chairs out in the common room. No club whores or anyone else is there. Breaker is standing up at the front with, Tank, Buzz, and Winger. I walk up and stand next to Winger. He pats me on the back.
“Let’s go to church,” Breaker says. I follow behind him and the rest of the guys. All the other members stay back. We will talk to them afterwards.
“Rock, where is James?” Breaker asks me.
“I haven’t been able to get in contact with him or anyone from his firm. They all have gone out of town,” I reply.
“Who else do we have that can go bail Dutch out of jail and find out what the fuck is going on?” Breaker says.
“I’ve been in contact with a few other criminal lawyers, but no one wants to deal with us.”
“Double the pay, hell, triple the pay,” Tank cuts in.
“I have already offered, they want nothing to do with it.” I’ve already contacted ten-plus attorneys in the area and none want to deal with us. They don’t want to undercut James and his firm and most don’t want to get involved with bikers.
“Well, shit. Anyone have any other ideas? Dutch is in fucking enemy territory, and the cops are dirty as hell. Who knows what the fuck they are doing and whose pockets they are in?” Breaker says.
“What about Emma?” Buzz says.
“What about her?” I reply.
“She’s a fucking criminal lawyer. She was going to be hired by James’s firm. Why not have her help?” Buzz says.
“She’s just been through a fucking ordeal. She got shot, choked, and sexually assaulted because of us and you want us to ask her to help,” I say.
“I get where you are coming from, brother, I do. I didn’t even think about asking for her help but is there any possibility you think she would help? We need her,” Breaker says.
“I don’t want to involve her,” I yell. I don’t want to put her in more danger.
“Easy there, Rock,” Breaker shouts back. “I know you care for this girl, but we need her. Please just ask her if she would help. I never ask, please, but I know she is something to you, so I’m asking nicely.” I know he’s trying to go about this as nicely as he can, he would normally just contact her on his own. I don’t agree with it, but I know it’s what is best for the club and for Dutch. He’s my brother.
“I’ll send a text to the prospects on her detail and then give her a call.”
“Do it,” Breaker says.
I don’t want to involve her, but I have no choice. We don’t even know if she can help us yet.
I send a quick text to the prospect, Joey, telling him that he will need to bring Emma to the clubhouse once I finish speaking with her. He replies confirming.
I dial Emma next. “Hello?”
“Emma, it’s me, Rock.”
“Oh, hi. Is everything okay?”
“Everything is fine. We need your help.”
“Okay, I’m not sure how I can help you,” she replies.
“We need a lawyer. One of our members was arrested on felony weapons charge. That’s all I will say over the phone. Do you think you can help us?”
“I can try. I’m going to need a little more information, though.”
“When you are ready, the prospects will bring you to the clubhouse and we will go over all of the information we have.”
“Okay. Let me grab a change of clothes and I will be there soon.”
“Emma?”
“Yeah?”
“You would let me know if you weren’t up to this, right? I didn’t want to involve you, I wanted you to relax and heal. I’m sorry for bringing you into our mess again.”
“Rock, you don’t have to apologize. I’m happy to help and get out of the house. As beautiful as your house is, I will be happy to get out of my own mind for a little.”
“Okay. I will see you soon,” I say.
Emma and I hang up at the same time.
I turn back to the brothers. “It’s done. The prospects are bringing her here. I didn’t want to give her too much over the phone. It’s best that we tell her in person.”
“Thanks, brother,” Breaker says as he walks out to the rest of the club. He and Tank are going to fill in the brothers with only need-to-know information.
As we are waiting for Emma to arrive, I start gathering everything I can get from police files on Dutch’s case. Winger is sitting across from me, staring at me with a shit-eating grin.
“What’s with the shit-eating grin, fucker?” I ask him as I continue to work.
“You’re gonna make her your old lady. Aren’t you?” Winger taunts.
“Shut the fuck up, man. We have serious shit going on.”
“I’m only asking; you can deny all you want, but we all had that look in our eyes and denied it, and look where we are,” Winger says.
“Can we please focus on getting Dutch out of jail? My personal life shouldn’t be the main topic of discussion right now.”
Now, Buzz is sitting in on the conversation.
“It’s true, man, you’ve been too long without a woman. I’ve never seen you with one. I know you have your tastes, but shit, it’s about time you get an old lady,” Buzz says.
“The last thing I will say is I like her. She fits in well and she took a bullet for you. She is right for you and this family,” Winger says.
About ten minutes pass, and Emma walks into church with Breaker and Tank. She has an overnight bag with her as well.
“Hey, guys. Hi, Rock.” She comes over and stands next to me, hugging me.
“Hey there, Emma. How are you feeling?” Buzz asks.
“Just a little sore. Nothing crazy. So, how can I help you guys?”
We spend the next hour telling her everything we know about why Dutch was locked up, and I give her the police files I was able to hack.
“What do you think, Emma? Do you think you can help us out?”
“This is easy peasy, he will be out today,” Emma says with confidence. I’ve never seen her as an attorney. I forget that she was an attorney for the military.
“What do you need from us? How can we get this done?” Breaker asks. I let him take point on this, he is the President and our leader.
“I just need to get dressed, and we need to get to the jail,” Emma says.
“Okay. Anything else?” I ask this time.
“Nope. Where can I get dressed?” She grabs the overnight bag she brought, waiting for us to tell her where she can get dressed.
“Rock,” Breaker says.
“Come on, Emma, let’s get you to my room. You can get dressed in there.” I walk with her to my room, keeping my hand on her lower back as we walk towards my room.
“I just need to get dressed really quick.” She plops the bag on the bed and grabs some clothes from inside it before walking into the bathroom.
“What are getting dressed for?” I ask as she gets dressed in the bathroom.
“I need to be professional if I’m going to be his attorney. I also need to cover up these bruises. I can’t walk into a jail trying to get your buddy out of jail looking like an abuse victim.” I hate how she says that.
She puts on a tight navy blue, pencil, knee-length dress with a blazer and ties her hair up in a bun on the top of her head. I go into the bathroom and stand with my chest to her back as she puts on makeup.
“You’re beautiful without the makeup.”
I see the pumps that she wants to wear, they are nude. I bend down to her feet and help her put them on. I slide my hands from her ankles up to her knees. I pause on my way, giving her time to stop me. She doesn’t. I continue running my hands towards her inner thighs. I lift the dress up, exposing her lace-covered ass. Emma bends forward and whimpers as I rub her beautiful plump ass. I give her a light tap and lean forward onto her.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
“Yes,” she manages to whisper.
> I grab her underwear and slide it down her legs. I’m on my knees behind her.
“Turn around for me,” I say. She does as she is told, and her pussy is right at my face. “Beautiful.”
I lean in and give her pussy a lick. Her legs shake a little. I stand up so I’m face to face with her. I lower her dress to cover her ass but slide my fingers to her pussy. I kiss her hard and passionately as I finger her pussy.
“You won’t be wearing any panties today,” I say into her kiss. I take my fingers out of her pussy, leaving her on the brink of orgasm. I fully lower the skirt of her dress and walk out of the bathroom.
“Wait.” Emma stops me.
“Yeah?” I say with a smile.
“What was that, Rock? What just happened?”
“Just making sure you remember me. Don’t worry, we can finish later, and it will be amazing.” I like bringing a woman to the brink of orgasm and letting her think of me. I took her panties, she will be thinking of me all day, and when I fuck her tonight, she will cum like the goddess that she is.
“I wish you would finish me right now,” she says with a flirty smile. “And Rock, I could never forget you.” She finishes up her makeup. “I’m ready.”
“You look beautiful,” I tell her.
“Come on, let’s go,” she says by the door, ready to exit.
Emma, along with the new prospect, head down to the jail in the town over to get Dutch. Breaker and the rest of leadership don’t come out of fear of being recognized. We chose the new prospect because no one recognizes him and Emma knows him and is comfortable with him and trusts that he can protect her. I don’t like the fact that I can’t go with her, I fought Breaker on this but it’s the right thing to do. They know our faces in that town, and if we go in there with Emma, she will be in more danger.
Four hours later…
I’m fucking on edge. It’s been four fucking hours, and Emma and the prospect are not answering their phones. They should have been done by now.
I see a car pulling up to the front of the clubhouse.
“It’s them, they’re here,” I say to leadership as I run to the front of the clubhouse to greet them. Dutch steps out of the car followed by the prospect.
“Welcome back, brother,” I greet him.
“Thanks, Rock, man. That attorney is a spitfire. She ball-busted those cops and that judge. She’s a keeper, man,” Dutch says, walking into the clubhouse.
“Prospect, how did everything go?” Breaker asks.
“Everything went smoothly. Emma busted those cops there. She’s on the phone with a district attorney right now,” the prospect Luke, says.
“Good job, Prospect, go take a load off. You’re done for the night,” Breaker says.
“Thanks, sir.”
The prospect walks into the clubhouse. I walk over to the back of the car and open the door. Emma motions for me to be quiet with her finger to her lips. She gives me a smile. I could fucking devour her.
She spends another five minutes and finally gets off the phone.
“Sorry about that. Is everything okay?” she asks me, concerned.
“Everything is great. Come on out. Everyone wants to thank you.” I help her out of the car.
“Thank you.”
Breaker and the rest of the leadership come up to Emma and thank her.
“How are you doing, Emma?” I ask her. She’s looking tired.
“I’m actually very tired. I’d like to go home if that’s okay.” I could tell something was up.
“Of course. Let me have the prospect take you back home, and I will follow on my bike. Is that okay?”
“Yeah, anything would be great. I just want to take a shower and lay my head down.”
I feel like a shit making her do this, but from what I heard, she did amazing and got Dutch out without any charges.
Chapter 20
Emma
I just got one of Rock’s biker buddies out of jail. I was nervous to go, but I knew that if I didn’t get out of his house, I was going to go nuts. It took over four hours of arguing to get the attorney to drop the charges. They had nothing on him, he doesn’t have any priors and he had a permit to carry his weapon. I think it was club politics because I noticed another biker club there. Rock and Buzz had told me there was another club in the area and they couldn’t come with me because they would be recognized. Luke came with me, and it felt like we were deployed again.
Everything went smoothly and now Luke is taking me back to Rock’s house. I need a shower and a nap. I feel exhausted. Rock said he would follow on his bike.
I get into his house and just plop myself down on his couch. My shoulder hurts and my casted arm feels heavy.
“Emma?” Rock shouts as he enters his house.
“Yeah, I’m in here,” I shout from his couch.
He walks over to me. “Hey there, how are you doing?” he says, crouching down onto the floor by my legs.
“I’m tired and ready for food and sleep.”
“Your wish is my command. What do you want to eat?”
“If I wasn’t so tired, I’d say you, but I just don’t have the strength.”
“Well, how about you let me order you some food and while we wait, you let me make you feel good?”
It’s been such a long day, I don’t know if I have the strength for anything right now.
“Emma, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Let’s just get some dinner, and while we wait, you shower.”
“That sounds like you’re my favorite person right now. Can we have Italian? A little pasta and bread seem delicious. I’m not picky on the type, I eat it all.”
Rock walks away to grab his phone. Before he leaves, I grab his arm.
“Rock, just because I don’t want to do anything right now, it doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I just feel extremely tired.” I hope he doesn’t think I am rejecting him; I’m sore and in pain.
“Emma, you never have to worry about that. I don’t get hurt that easy.” He walks away, and I hear him ordering on the phone.
I don’t know what we are doing here, but I feel comfortable and at peace with Rock.
Three weeks later….
It’s been three weeks since the whole ordeal happened and since I basically moved into Rock’s house while mine was being fixed. It’s also been one week since I got the inheritance that my parents left me when they died. It has also been a day since I got the cast on my hand and arm removed. I’m good as new.
Rock has been staying with me in his house; we’ve spent every night together minus a few here and there where he’s gone to the clubhouse to stay due to club business. Interestingly and disappointingly, we haven’t done anything sexual at all; the night that I freed his buddy Dutch from jail was the last time we did anything sexually. I get a little insecure thinking that he wants to go to his BDSM club and that he felt bad for me all those times that we did do something sexual. I try not to get upset about it or over think it.
Today, I finally moved out of his house and back into mine. I’ve loved being around him and having the company, but I’m glad to be back in my own space. I’ve used some of the money my parents left me and invested it into the house. I got rid of everything that reminded me of what happened in that house. Of course, Rock had to install a damn Fort Knox security system onto the house; it was a big argument that we had, and he ended up winning.
I’m in my house, and it actually feels like my house. I changed the color on the walls, the floors, and all the furniture. I’m currently putting away new dishes I bought for the kitchen. I can’t wait to cook myself a meal in here. My phone starts to ring. I run to my living room to grab it. Once I reach it, it’s James.
“Hello.”
“Emma, I’m so glad to have reached you. How are you doing, my dear?”
“I’m well, thanks for asking, James. How are you? How are your grandkids?”
“I’m good, they
are good as well.”
“What can I do for you, James?”
“Look, Emma, the partners and I have discussed it and after meeting with you and interviewing you, we want to bring you on as an attorney for the firm.” No way! I have been wanting to get this job; I’ve waited what feels like forever for them to call me. I interviewed with James and his partner and loved the mission and value of their firm. “You still there, my dear?”
“Yes, I’m here. I’m super excited, this is great news, James.”
“There is a caveat to the offer.”
“Oh?” I exclaim.
“It’s nothing bad, my dear. It’s just, you see, I’m getting old and I’ve been waiting for the right attorney with the right background to come along to take my position.”
“Oh.”
“Don’t worry. I will stay on for a few more months to help get you caught up on all my cases. What do you say you come by the office in a few days and we can go over the details of the offer some more and make it official? It will also give you some time to think it over.”
“Thank you. I look forward to seeing you then.”
We set up a meeting in the next couple days to go over the offer and sign and dot the I’s of the contract. I’m excited to get to work.
Three days later…
I’m arriving at James’s office to start my first day of work. As I pull up to the building, I notice that there are five motorcycles out front. I recognize one of them as being Rock’s. They must be at Liz’s. I haven’t spoken to Rock or anyone from the Corrupted Saints in a few days. They are super busy getting the new clubhouse built. I wore a V-neck navy blue pencil midi dress with Mary Jane stiletto pumps. I also got my hair done; it’s long and flows down my shoulders. I’ve always wanted to wear a lawyer bitch outfit that exudes power. In the military, I had to wear a uniform, so I’m excited for my new wardrobe. I make my way up to the office; it’s a beautiful office, very modern. James and his partner have done well for themselves.
I’m greeted by Mary Jo, the receptionist. “Hi there, Emma. You’re looking great today, my dear.”
“Thanks, Mary Jo. You’re looking beautiful as always.” She’s a woman in her mid to late 50’s. She has aged gracefully and always has the cutest hair pins. She’s been nothing but super sweet to me. I look over to the corner and notice Luke and Joey.
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