“It’s one thing I haven’t even told your brother yet. Salazar has his sights set on you. Said if I don’t pay him back for Chains’ fuck up, he’s coming after you.” I confess. “That’s why I can’t let you go with me. That’s why I need you to stay here where I know you’re safe.”
“All you had to do was tell me this. If I knew my life was in danger last time, I would’ve been more careful and I never would’ve been taken by the Bloody Scorpions. Keeping things like this from me is dangerous, not only to you but to me too.”
“I know this now. Damn you’re hot when you’re mad.” Danyella slaps my chest. “But I’m serious about this. It’s more dangerous if you go with us than if you stay here.”
“Ok. I’ll stay but under extreme protest. And if that bitch comes anywhere near you, I will cut off her tits and shove them up her ass.” Danyella’s threat turns me on.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.” I kiss her briefly on the lips. “We’re good now?”
“Yeah, we’re good. I’m sorry I freaked. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect the way you are, Belle.” I kiss her again and she melts from my touch. I need to make sure she knows she’s the one I want. The one I need.
“I’m fucked in the head, Derek. It’s something I have to work on, on my own. I should be trusting you, but instead, I think the worst. I don’t know why and it annoys the hell out of me.” Danyella confesses and it breaks my heart.
“Belle, I get it. It just means I have to show you no matter where I am or what I’m doing, you’re the one I want.” I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck. I prove to her all night long she’s the only woman on my mind.
Chapter 9
Capone
Sunlight streaming into my bedroom window awakens me. Blayze and I are the only two members who have rooms on the outer walls of our Clubhouse. The rest of the rooms are deep inside. This way we can protect our club and the people inside.
Danyella’s naked body is wrapped around mine, sound asleep. Her leg is draped over my waist, her pussy I’ve been inside numerous times last night is near my growing cock and her head is resting on my chest. Her breaths are deep and even. I have to get up and ready to hit the road but I don’t want to leave the comfort of Belle’s arms. I’ve finally got her right where I’ve wanted her for years and I have to leave her. It’s one of the hardest things I’ve had to do in a long time. This doesn’t compare to hiding my mother away and not seeing her for her safety. Danyella has me wrapped around her finger and she’s embedded into my heart.
I kiss the top of her head and she wiggles closer to me. Her pussy is dangerously close to my aching cock, begging to get inside of her one more time. I run my fingers lightly up and down her back. My other hand sneaks down to her pussy and I finger her clit. She’s soaking wet for me while she’s asleep. Danyella arches her hips into my hand and a whimper escapes her plump lips that are swollen from kissing them all night. She tilts her face up to me and slowly opens her eyes. I don’t stop fingering her clit. I stroke the swollen nub a little faster. I drag her hot body over mine so her pussy is resting on my cock. I don’t slip inside yet. Danyella lifts herself up and places gentle kisses along my jaw while rubbing herself along the length of my shaft. A moan escapes my throat and she bucks her hips into me harder. I swear I’m going to come all over myself if she keeps this up. Danyella shifts just right and my cock slips inside her pussy, her walls clamping around me.
A moan escapes both our lips at the same time. “Fuck, Belle.”
She rides my cock, slowly raising her hips and pushing back down again. I grab her hips and push up into her at the same time she comes down. We do this repeatedly, making love slowly and tenderly. I kiss her hard plunging my tongue inside her mouth. I grunt and she moans as she rides my cock.
“Shit, Derek. I’m going to come.” Danyella shifts so her legs are at my waist and sits up, sinking down further onto me. I strum her clit with my fingers, bringing her closer to the edge, watching our bodies slap together. My spine tingles, signaling I’m close too.
“Keep going, Belle. I’m close,” I encourage her. Together we shatter into a million pieces as we come apart for each other and my heart surrenders to her willingly. Those three little words want to pass through my lips, but I hold them in as I ride the wave of ecstasy with the one I’m meant to be with. The one who has always been apart of me.
Danyella and I take a quick shower, well, as quick as it can be when this woman makes me rock hard just by breathing. Now we’re dressed and heading to the kitchen with my arm around her neck and hers around my waist. The kitchen is full of brothers getting around to start our long ride. Torch is sitting at the table nestled in the corner drinking a cup of coffee, Daisy is next to him eating. Those two have become pretty close since she recovered from her gunshot wound. She still carries the scars from that night both mentally and physically, but Torch has helped her get past a lot of what happened to her.
Trigger, Red, Bear and Dagger are fucking around at the island and didn’t hear us enter. Those four act like a bunch of college boys with all the bullshit and jokes they play on each other.
“Morning, Prez. Danyella. Don’t use the sugar,” Bear sulks.
“I’m not even going to ask,” I respond.
Red, Dagger and Trigger are trying to hold in their laughter at a sulking Bear. “These fuckers thought it would be funny to replace the sugar with salt.” Bear chokes down a swallow of his coffee. “It wasn’t funny, fuckers.” The three of them lose it and start laughing. Bear throws something at them and before I know it, there is an all out food fight happening in the kitchen.
I hurry past them, leaving Danyella by Torch and Daisy and grab some food before they decide to use it all. Making two quick plates of breakfast, I settle down next to Danyella and we eat. Dagger and Bear team up against Red and Trigger. I let them get their fun out now because what we're going into won’t be very fun. I’ll have the patch whores clean up their mess.
“Boys!” I shout over their antics. The four of them stop what they’re doing and face me covered in food. “We leave in twenty. Be ready to go.”
Dagger and Red leave the kitchen and Trigger and Bear follow shortly after. Blayze and Monica come into the room and see the mess they made. Blayze shakes his head, steps over the food on the floor and fixes himself and Monica a plate. Monica leaves the kitchen really quick and comes back by the time Blayze has their plates at the table next to the four of us.
“Rose and a few other girls will be in shortly to clean this up,” Monica says. Danyella stiffens at the mention of Rose. That’s weird.
“Belle, what’s wrong?” I ask.
“Nothing, why?”
“You’re acting weird.”
“No, I’m not. I’m eating.” She shoves a fork full of food into her mouth. I drop it. She’ll tell me when she’s ready. But if Rose has done anything to make Danyella uncomfortable, I will banish her from the Clubhouse.
“Blayze, Torch, we’re leaving soon. Are you guys ready? I want to get down there before nightfall.” I’m apprehensive about leaving, but we need to do it.
“Yeah, Prez. As soon as I’m done eating I’ll be ready to go.” Torch says.
“Good. Take only what you need, Scorch will have all you need waiting for you down there. That way we don’t get caught crossing the border with any evidence.”
“Got it, Prez. It’s going to be a show for sure.” Torch rubs his hands together with a glint in his eyes. He’s in his element when he can blow shit up. It’s how he got his road name, Torch.
Danyella and I finish eating and she takes our plates to the sink. Her shoulders are slumped like the weight of the world is resting on them. I approach her from behind and wrap my arms around her waist.
“It’s going to be OK, Belle. I promise. You have protection here.”
Danyella inhales a deep breat
h before straightening her shoulders. “I know. It’s harder than what I thought it would be. When I used to watch Monica tell you guys goodbye I was jealous she got to do it and I didn’t. Now that I can, I don’t want too. I don’t want my heart to ride away.” She turns in my arms and rests her head on my chest.
“If it makes you feel any better, my heart will be here and I’ll take yours with me.” Danyella looks up at me and blinks. I give her my best smile, the one she loves to see.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “Your heart will go with me and I’ll leave mine here for you.” A smile graces her lips and she stands on her tiptoes to meet my lips. We kiss long and slow, not giving a fuck who’s around.
“Take that shit elsewhere. The last thing I want burned in my brain is my baby sister’s tongue shoved down my Presidents throat.” Blayze mumbles. I hear a slap and a grunt and break our kiss, resting my forehead against Danyella’s.
“I have to go.” I exhale.
“I know. Come on, I’ll see you out.”
Together we walk hand in hand toward the garage. Everyone is out here, loading up to ride off. Red, Dagger and their prospects are staying behind to keep an eye on the girls and keep them safe. I walk over to my Harley and pull Danyella with me. She will get the chance to give me a proper goodbye this time. Daisy is with Torch and Monica is with Blayze. Her tongue is already shoved down his throat. Something I’ve gotten used to since they made it official. I should be pissed, but now that I have Danyella, I see why their goodbyes were always that way.
I straddle my bike and put my half helmet on. Danyella is standing next to me unsure what to do. I strap on my gloves and pull her against me. She’s holding back tears, making her green eyes shine.
“Don’t cry, Belle. I’ll be back before you know it. Remember my heart is with you.” I kiss her hard and passionately before breaking away. “You have my number, call or text when you need me. I’ll let you know when we get there.”
“Ride safe and keep the tires on the asphalt.” Danyella backs up until she’s standing next to Monica and Daisy.
“Always. Don’t get into trouble while we’re gone.” I point at Monica and she giggles.
“We’ll be good. I promise.” Monica’s promise doesn’t reassure me like it should but I can’t worry about that right now. That sister of mine knows how to get into trouble without even trying.
“Let’s roll.” I fire up my bike and the rest of my brothers do the same. Together we ride out of the garage in formation. Blayze at my nine, Tiny at my three. Followed by Torch, Derange and Bear. We roll up to the gates and they buzz before opening. The five of us ride out onto the freeway, ready to get down to Mexico and end these fuckers before shit gets too deep
Several hours later, my Harley rumbles down the paved road leading to the Alcazar compound. We park a mile outside the gates and Torch heads inside. I don’t ask him what he does or how he does it. This is his element. Blowing shit up and enjoying the chaos that ensues after. We wait for an hour when Torch comes rolling back down the road with a grin on his rugged face.
“It’s done, Prez. Send the message to Scorch.”
I look behind him with a raised brow and pull out my phone. Just as I hit send, the whole compound lights up like the Fourth of July. I snap a picture and send it to Scorch.
“Let’s roll,” I put my phone away and fire up my Harley.
A few hours later we’re riding down the road leading to the bar where I used to meet Salazar. Traveling down to Mexico is all too familiar, even though I haven’t been down here in almost six years. I pull up to the rundown porch that leads inside the bar and put my kickstand down. The doors and windows are boarded up and it looks like it hasn’t been used in years. I remove my helmet and pull my neck gaiter down.
“Blayze, with me. The rest of you keep a watch out here. This isn’t right.” I dismount my bike and stroll up the wooden steps. I grab the board across the door and pull it off. The old wood moving easily. I try the knob and it doesn’t budge. Blayze and I shoulder the door open and the musty smell of being closed up for so long and the stale liquor assaults my nose making my stomach queasy.
“What the fuck is going on?” Blayze asks. I remove my sunglasses and look around. We’re standing in a pile of dust, debris and dried alcohol. No one is here or has been here in years.
“Let’s do a sweep just to make sure no one’s here.” I pull my Glock out of its holster and check the clip. Racking one in the chamber, Blayze and I walk further into the bar. Tables are turned over, chairs are broken and the leather booths are ripped to shreds.
“You check the back room where Chains met with Salazar. I’ll check the stock room.” Blayze and I part ways and I take a careful step around the bar. Behind it, smashed bottles litter the floor staining it with dried liquor and what looks like blood. I step into the stock room and this room is just as destroyed. Not one box left untouched. Someone vandalized this place and I don’t know why. Once I clear the room I meet Blayze back out front near the door.
“It’s clear. Some dried blood on the other side of the bar but other than that, this place is destroyed.”
“Same here. Some blood in the back but no one is here. Capone, what the hell is going on?” Blayze asks.
“I don’t know. Let’s go to the house Salazar used to set us up in. See if we get any answers there.” I put my sunglasses on and step out into fresh air. Torch, Bear, Trigger, Derange and Tiny are waiting next to or on their bikes, watching the area around us. Their heads turn in our direction the moment we’re out the door.
“Nothing but destruction in there. We’re heading to the house Salazar used to let us use when Chains didn’t want to head back.” I inform them.
I walk to my bike, put my helmet on and fire it up. The rest of my brothers do the same and we ride to the house. This place like the bar looks abandoned. No one around, not even a creature scurrying past us on the road. I don’t know what’s going on.
I pull my bike up to the front of the rundown house and put my kickstand down. The rumble from our motors should catch someone’s attention. It’s not like we’re quiet or anything. I watch the windows and doors, waiting for some movement inside but nothing happens.
“Blayze, Torch and Tiny with me. The rest of you stay out here and be on your guard. Something isn’t sitting right with me.” I dismount my bike and make my way up to the door. Blayze, Torch and Tiny following close behind. I reach for the doorknob and twist, it gives away easily. I unholster my Glock and we enter the room. This place is abandoned just like the bar and it’s hot as hell in here.
“Torch and I will take the upstairs, Blayze and Tiny search down here. Leaving nothing unturned.” I make my way up the creaking stairs, taking them carefully one at a time. Sweat dripping from my forehead, I scan the area above us waiting for some movement. Once we reach the top of the stairs, I enter the room to the left, Torch enters the room to the right. We search each of the six rooms carefully, looking for some kind of clue as to what happened here but come up empty.
Walking down the stairs, I meet Blayze at the bottom. He’s sweating just as badly, shaking his head and defeat wracks my body. What the fuck is happening here?
“Prez, I don’t get it.” Blayze wipes the sweat off him. “Something isn’t right.”
“I know, Blayze. With the Cartel being as powerful as they are, this doesn’t make sense.” I pace back and forth in the living room.
“Prez, would there be any other place they’d go? It doesn’t seem like they’d up and vanish. Is there a compound nearby?” Torch suggests.
“There is one around twenty miles from here but I’ve never been there. We always met here.” I stop pacing and stare out the dirty window. A dreadful feeling setting deep in my stomach. “I’m going to call Red and see how things are there. If it’s good, we’ll ride down and see if that place is just as dead. I can’t shake this feeling.” I pull my phone from my cut and dial Red’s
number. He answers on the second ring.
“Prez.”
“Red, how’s it going there?”
“All quiet so far. Danyella and Monica are in the gym, the other girls are sitting idle and no one has called or showed up.”
“Is someone with them?”
“With who?” Red asks.
I grind my teeth together in annoyance. “Danyella and Monica. Is someone with them?” I growl.
“They’re in the gym, Prez. No one has been in or out of here since you guys left.” I hear the backdoor open and close. “I’m checking on them now.” His heavy boots scuff along the pavement.
My jaw ticks as I hear a door creak open and music comes blaring through the phone. “Danyella! Monica!” The music turns down. “Here, Prez.”
“Hello?” Danyella’s sexy voice comes across the line.
“Belle, what are you doing?” I turn my back on my brothers to talk to her.
“Monica and I are working out. What are you doing?” I hear the teasing in her voice and it’s driving me crazy with need.
“Walking through a dirty, abandoned bar and safe house while sweating my nuts off. Needing to take a shower after being in here.”
“Hmm… I’d love to wash the dirt off you. I could wash other things too. You know, to make sure they didn’t sweat off.” I hear a gagging noise in the background.
“So gross, Danyella! That’s my brother you’re talking too.” Monica shouts.
“Not as bad as hearing you and Blayze. At least I can censor myself and not have phone sex with your brother.” Monica grumbles something in the background and Danyella giggles. “Now that she’s distracted, tell me what’s going on.”
Blayze’s phone rings in his cut and I lift a brow at him. He shrugs his shoulders and pulls it out. “Hey, beautiful.” He walks into the kitchen separating him from us.
“I wanted to check on you and make sure everything is good there,” I say to Danyella.
“Yup, everything is good here. Getting in a workout and later Monica and I are going to binge Netflix with Daisy and Aerial.” She sounds pretty cheerful and happy.
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