“Kisha says she’s knocked up with your kid. Ivy said that the Old Ladies met with Mary-Anne today and told her,” West announces.
I freeze on the bed, my entire body going rock solid still. A million thoughts zoom through my head, but only one thing is perfectly clear. I need to get to Mary.
I need to tell her the truth, and I need to apologize to her. She was right all along. These bitches were plotting, and it seems that the blonde bitch, Platinum, is the little ringleader.
“We leave now,” I grunt. “Call the men.”
I walk outside, my small bag in hand, and I go over to the truck, throwing my shit in the back. I’m glad that we’ve already dropped off our load and we’re headed back.
Two weeks was probably too much time, but I wanted to make sure that not only were we not pressed for time, but also that we were able to change routes if we needed to. Now, though, we’re driving the next ten hours straight through.
This shit needs to be handled, and it needs to be handled immediately.
The truck pulls into the clubhouse parking lot, and I jump out of the passenger seat. I’m thankful that I didn’t take my bike and that I wasn’t driving, because I’m so fucking amped up that I would probably get us pulled over or in an accident. Tinker sat next to me the whole time, driving my amped up ass and getting information from all the men.
Apparently, Kisha has informed everybody that she’s pregnant and I’m the father. Good to know. Guess she won’t have a problem pissing on the test I just bought, either.
Platinum has a whole other thing coming her way. In fact, I’m going to make what happens to her a learning lesson for the rest of these cum dumpsters.
“Gather the whores and take them to the warehouse,” I growl as soon as I walk inside of the clubhouse.
Kisha has the good sense to look fucking terrified and sick all at the same time. Platinum, however, looks smug. She really shouldn’t.
Her blonde hair is teased out and looks like shit, along with her caked on makeup. What should be a pretty girl is not only marred by her insecurities, but also her disgusting personality.
I watch as my men drag the whores off one-by-one, and then I turn to the ones in the room, my brothers, the men who I am supposed to lead, and I tell them the truth.
“Mary-Anne is my Old Lady,” I announce. I’m not surprised to see several looking shocked at me. “She overheard Platinum saying some shit in the bathroom, about wanting to trick us into knocking the whores up so we’d take care of them forever. I fucked up. I didn’t do anything with the information, and it seems Kisha is playing the first game. I’m having each girl take a pregnancy test, and then I’m going to teach some fucking lessons.”
I don’t bother listening to the men. I’m here to do one thing and one thing only, mete out some fucking justice. I’m going to teach these fucking women just what happens when you try to fuck with a brother, let alone the president. They’ve got some serious fucking balls.
Maybe they think I’ve gone soft in my old age, and perhaps I have, but I haven’t needed to be the harsh man I once was. I’ve proved myself over the years, and there hasn’t been a need to be as ruthless as I used to be.
Looks like that time is over.
Looks as though I’ll have to show myself once again; show the kind of man I can be if you try and fuck with my family, my brothers, and the Old Ladies of this crew.
Grease is the only man standing next to the only door in the whole warehouse. We have a rolling door, but it’s on a remote, and no way could these bitches get it up.
I lock the door behind me as I walk inside of the building. A couple of the girls look scared, terrified, but I can’t seem to care. They didn’t give a fuck when they devised this plan to trap my men, so I don’t give a fuck now.
I throw the plastic bag that dangles from my fingers onto the floor in front of them. All of their eyes follow it.
“Take the tests,” I bark.
Platinum bends down and picks up the bag, looking inside and then peering up at me with a defiant smirk. It isn’t cute, and it sure as fuck isn’t sexy.
“Where are we supposed to take these at?” she asks, arching a brow.
“Drop trou, bitches,” I grunt.
A couple of the girls gasp in surprise, but Platinum holds my gaze, hers a little too calculating for a dead woman walking.
“I don’t think so,” she smirks.
I take the few steps to close our distance before pulling my gun out from the back of my pants. I press it against the middle of her forehead before I lean in.
“Piss on the tests,” I growl.
Her eyes widen and she can’t control the way her body starts to tremble in fear. Good. She should be fucking scared; I’m done with her shit. It’s time to start teaching some lessons here.
The other girls quickly grab the boxes and start ripping them open, all but Platinum and Kisha. I keep my gun pressed flesh against Platinum’s skull before I tip my head to the side.
“Take the test, Kisha,” I say.
“I, I don’t need to,” she whispers.
“Yeah, I think you fuckin’ do,” I bark.
“I’m not pregnant. It was all Platinum. She made us do it. We didn’t even have sex that night,” she begins to sob.
“Take the test,” I rumble. “You too,” I murmur, turning back to Platinum.
“You’re not going to kill me, you wouldn’t dare hurt a woman,” she snorts.
“I don’t see a woman anywhere; do you Grease?” I ask loudly.
“Nope,” he grunts.
“What am I if I’m not a woman? You and your men have used one part of me or another, fucked my mouth, my pussy or my ass. And you’ve all fucking loved it,” she purrs.
“You’re not a woman. You’re a cum bucket. Something the men around here drop their load into when they need to get off. I wouldn’t think too highly of yourself. Any willing pussy, ass, or mouth will do; you’re fucking replaceable. Now, piss on the fucking stick.”
“No way in hell, you asshole,” she screams. I pull the trigger.
I watch as her brains explode from the back of her head, the girls around her getting splattered with the pink, gooey mass, and bits of skull, and ratty assed hair. Then I turn to them once Platinum’s body has fallen to my feet.
“Anybody else want to refuse to take the test?” I ask, arching a brow.
They all shake their heads, and within five minutes, they’re holding their tests in their shaking hands. I call them over one by one and look at the tests, all are negative. I send them over to Grease, who is waiting at the door.
I watch Kisha as she slowly approaches me. I hold my breath, because I did fuck her, a few months ago. I sank my cock into this disgusting cunt, and condoms aren’t fool proof. I’m man enough and smart enough to know that.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers handing it to me. Holding my breath, I look down at in and then I close my eyes.
Chapter Eighteen
MARY-ANNE
A noise startles me awake, and I sit straight up in bed.
Then there are boots stomping on the staircase, and I freeze.
I should probably get up and hide somewhere, and I think that as a shadow appears at the doorway, but I don’t move.
Obviously, I’m not somebody that has that fight or flight thing happening. I’m more like a baby deer, just sit and wait until something kills me.
“Mary,” his voice fills the space, and I can’t stop the tears that well in my eyes.
I watch as he moves around. I can’t see his features, but I can hear his boots hitting the floor, and then the heaviness of his clothes fall on the hardwood with a thump.
The bed dips and I feel him crawling up the bed and over my body. I shift until I’m lying down and he hovers above me, his forearms on each side of my head.
“I missed you, sweetness,” he murmurs before his lips touch mine.
“We need to talk first,” I whisper against his mouth.
“We’ll talk after,” he grunts as his hips press against my belly, his cock obviously ready for action, not talking.
“No, Maxfield, seriously,” I grunt, placing my palms flat against his chest and pushing.
He’s like granite, hard as steel, and it sends a thrill through me. It’s been almost two weeks, and I want all of his hardness pressed against me; but I can’t let my body take the lead this time. I need answers. There’s been too much that’s happened.
“I took care of the issue,” he murmurs.
“What does that mean?” I ask in confusion.
Max starts kissing down my neck, making me shiver every time his tongue tastes my skin. It’s really hard to concentrate with his hard dick pressed against my belly and his soft lips against my neck—mixed with the heat of his breath and the touch of his tongue, it’s almost impossible.
“Means I made those bitches take pregnancy tests; means I took care of Platinum and Kisha; means I took care of business, as a club president and as your man,” he murmurs between kisses.
“Explain all that. I need more,” I whisper.
He sighs before he sits up and back on his knees, his head tipped down and his eyes looking at me, his thighs on either side of my hips.
“I can’t explain much. I can tell you that Platinum isn’t an issue any longer. I can also tell you that Kisha won’t be for much longer, either,” he grunts.
“I need more than that,” I almost plead.
“Tough cookies, sweetness. But for what it’s worth, you were right. I feel like shit for not acting on what you told me a hell of a lot sooner,” he admits.
It’s not a real apology, but I know that it’s as good as I’m going to get from him.
“Kisha?” I ask meekly.
“Not pregnant. She wants to apologize to you, but since you’re never seeing her again, that won’t be an option,” he grunts.
“What do you mean by that?” I ask, prodding him for more.
Max sighs and then looks at me, those blue eyes shining in the moonlight.
“We’re headed to Idaho in a couple days. That bitch is getting dropped off with Fury’s club. He’s having trouble with one of his whores, too, so we’re gonna swap out,” he shrugs, as if it’s no big deal, this trading around of women.
“I don’t want her around my brother,” I screech.
“Easy, sweetness,” he coos with a grin as wide as the Texas sky. “The lesson for disobedience has been taught, and it’s penetrated in a way that I think she’ll probably ask permission to even speak from now until the day she dies.”
“I really don’t think I want to know what that means,” I murmur.
“No, my sweet Mary-Anne, you really don’t.”
“Does this mean I get to see my brother in a couple days?” I ask, changing the subject. Quite frankly, it was starting to scare me.
“Yeah, it does. Also means that I’m going to have to have a sit down with him, about us,” he grunts as he slowly starts to move back over me, removing my sleep shirt as he does, then my panties.
“A sit down? Us?” I squeak.
“Yeah,” he mutters as his lips travel to my breasts and he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
My hands fly to the back of his head and I hold him there while he sucks and nips and plays with my sensitive nipple.
“What’s going to happen at this sit down?” I ask breathlessly as my hips start to move, searching for his touch.
“I’m going to tell him that you’re my Old Lady,” he says after he lifts his head.
“I need you to touch me, baby,” I whine.
Max chuckles softly as one if his hands moves from beside my head, and he shifts his body to the side. I spread the leg he’s not lying on and sigh when one of his fingers starts to gently pet my center.
I shiver when two of his fingers slip inside of me and his palm presses against my clit, cupping me.
“Move, sweetness,” he whispers against my ear. I do as he asks, letting out a low moan almost immediately.
“Then what?” I ask as my hips search for more—search for the perfect rhythm to make my pussy pulse.
“Then nothing. He’ll probably get pissed, but there’s nothing he can do,” Max grunts as I grind against his hand, not even the slightest bit ashamed. It feels that good.
“Okay, baby,” I sigh, not even slightly caring about this conversation anymore.
Though, to say my brother’s going to be pissed is an understatement. I hope Max realizes that.
I reach over and grab ahold of his hard cock, squeezing it before I start to pump him. He groans, his face falling into the crook of my neck while he fucks my hand, his hips gently thrusting in tandem to mine.
“I need you inside of me,” I whimper.
“Fuck,” Max curses.
Then he’s up on his knees and spreading my legs as wide as he can, to the point where my knees are pinned to the bed. I can’t move my hips, and it’s killing me. I need to move.
Max enters me, his arms holding my legs, and his knees holding the rest of him away from me. The only part of us that’s touching is where his hands hold me, and where we’re connected. I shiver, looking into his determined blue eyes.
“I never fucked her, Mary,” he says. It surprises me. I nod, unsure of what to say.
“The second you walked out of that apartment in San Diego, you’re the only woman I’ve been able to see. Nobody else exists for me,” he murmurs as he continues to fuck me.
He feels so good, and I’m trying to concentrate on his words, but all I can do is feel him, feel him filling me so fucking full.
“Maxfield,” I moan as my chest surges off of the bed and I gasp with my climax, caught completely off guard as it rushes through me.
“Fuck,” Max roars, planting himself inside of me before filling me with his own release.
He lets go of my legs, which I wrap around his waist, and he falls to his forearms, his nose skimming mine. Then he whispers the sweetest words I have ever heard in my life.
“I love you, sweetness.”
MADDOG
I watch her sleep. She’s completely worn out, and I don’t know if it’s because of the stress from the Kisha incident, or because I fucked her to exhaustion. I’d like to think it’s the latter, but it’s probably more because of Kisha.
I couldn’t imagine how I’d feel if I’d thought that another man knocked her up. I know what I’d do. I’d kill the fucker, and then I’d find it very hard not to hurt Mary-Anne as well. Even thinking about it makes me murderous.
I pull Mary a little closer to me, needing her soft body against mine as reassurance after my own fucked up thoughts. She lets out a sigh as my heavy body presses against hers, and I know that this is right.
This is exactly where I’m meant to be, and my words of love weren’t in the heat of passion. They’re real. I am not the boy I was forty years ago, when I said them to get into Eleanora’s panties.
I love Mary-Anne. It’s a different kind of love than I had for my wife, and I’m sure that it will continue to change as our relationship grows; but I claimed her for a reason. I claimed her because I’ve never felt this way about a woman in my life.
Thinking of her possibly leaving me or running off makes my chest ache and feel hollow in a way that I don’t think I’d ever recover.
She’s mine.
Every single inch of her belongs with me, and I’ll fight for her. Anyway I have to, I will. Even if that fight is against one of my brothers—her actual brother, Sniper.
Mary scoots a little closer to my back, her thighs clutching mine and her fingers holding onto my shirt so tight that her knuckles are white. We’ve just crossed over the Idaho border, and her nerves have skyrocketed. I don’t blame her. Sniper is a wild card. He’s her father figure, the man that has taken care of her her whole life.
We ride toward the clubhouse, seven brothers deep, with the van that carries Kisha. I know tonight there’ll be a party.
; Kentlee always does a barbecue the day I arrive in town, and then the kids leave when it gets dark. Sometimes the strippers from the club they own come over, too.
It’s usually a full on party and fuckfest, but not this time. I have Mary-Anne now; and although I’ll be fucking, it’ll only be her. I’m perfectly content with that. She’s the only one I want.
I pull into the parking lot and watch as the van pulls around back to their warehouse. I know that’s where the tradeoff will happen, but not tonight.
Mary doesn’t want to see Kisha again, and I swore that she wouldn’t. I’m sure the club here doesn’t want to see whoever the girl we’re trading her for either.
“Is he here?” Mary asks nervously as she slides off of my bike.
“I don’t see his bike or their cage. They probably won’t come until later. Let’s get a room and freshen up. Give you some time to relax,” I offer.
She gives me a completely shaky smile that looks like she’s about to puke at the same time.
I take her hand in mine as I grab my bags from West, who was driving the van, and together we walk into the clubhouse.
There aren’t many people around, and I’m thankful. I see Bull sitting at the bar, and his eyes lock in on my hand in Mary’s before he grins.
“Fuck, that’s gonna be some shit to explain,” he chuckles, which makes Mary squeak next to me and clutch onto me even tighter.
“But you ain’t sayin’ a goddamn word about it, are you?” I announce.
“A word about what?” he asks as his brows reach the sky.
“What I thought,” I laugh.
I pull Mary behind me as we walk over to Sniper’s room. I always stay here when I’m in town. It doesn’t have its own bathroom, but I know it’s the closest to the showers.
Since he and Brentlee are married and have kids, it’s not used much these days. Besides, they only have a few guest rooms, and today I came with way too many men to stay in one of those.
“You need a shower?” I ask as I walk into the bedroom, throwing our bags on the bed.
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