My glower instantly returns and my bound hands clench into fists. “You saw her?” Jealousy rages inside—the feeling mocking, urging me to go out and hurt her.
“I had to get answers.”
“And?” I fume, on the verge of lashing out at him.
“What I said is the truth, woman. She confirmed it.”
“Did you bury her for it?”
His brow jumps. “I was pissed but I’m not going to kill some dumb bitch for trying to blow me.”
My temper ignites, and I jump to my feet. “She didn’t just try to blow you. She tried to jeopardize your marriage! Take me to her; I’ll kill the fucking cunt!”
His nostrils flare, his irises darkening. I know that look.
“Oh no, we’re not fucking!” I declare and his lips turn into a devilish smirk.
“You getting all territorial has my dick hardening. It’s been over a week.”
“That’s not my fault!”
“You know how I get, beautiful.” He stands, towering over me, chest heaving. His gaze rakes me from bottom to top, pausing to take in the formfitting tank top. Licking his lips, he reaches forward to graze my nipple.
“Vike,” I warn, but it’s no use. He’s made up his mind.
“Glad I left your ass tied up. I’ve missed that tight pussy.” Reaching forward, he grabs the top of my comfy shorts, tugging me a step forward and pushes his chair to the side. He moves until my breasts brush against his solid form.
“You’re still in trouble,” I warn and his hand sinks into my shorts, fingers finding my core.
“But am I? I found out the truth and came back for you, woman. You never stopped being mine. Now be a good ol’ lady and give up this wet pussy.”
Swallowing, I bite down on my bottom lip and then he’s spinning me. I’m pushed over the kitchen table, my shorts yanked down over my ass.
Blaze stands and coughs out, “I’ll be outside if you need me.” Not that we haven’t fucked in front of him, but I appreciate him giving us a bit of privacy.
Chapter 2
Viking
My boots move to the inside of her ankles, spreading them how I want her. Once I put my fingers in her shorts, I knew I’d be fucking my woman. There’s nothing like her warmth. She’s the piece that’s been missing this past week. I needed her like no other, but I also needed the space to get my shit straight.
She’s the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen and coming into that house, it hit me all over again. That feeling for her has never changed. Sure, we’ve been going through some tough times, and it’s been tense around here—had me wanting to drown my thoughts. Being gone all week and finally seeing her just as beautiful as I remembered, it was like my chest exploded with warmth for her. Then she tried to shoot my ass. Normally I’d be furious and on a mission for murder, but coming from her, witnessing her fired up like that had me wanting to lay my claim all over again.
“You’re mine, Cinderella, never forget that. I told you in the beginning, I’d make every part of you belong to me, and I fuckin’ meant it,” I growl, ripping the button on my jeans free and pushing my zipper down. My pants are shoved out of the way enough for me to tug my cock free.
I fumble a bit, not being able to line the head to her slit fast enough. Thrusting forward, I drive into her to the hilt. She cries out at my entry and a pleased growl rumbles my chest. My hand shoots into her hair, fisting a handful and tugging back until her back is bowed toward me. My free hand wraps around her stomach, skating under her shirt. My calloused palm meets her silky-smooth warm flesh and climbs higher until I palm one of her full round tits. She’s the sexiest, wildest bitch, and I’ll never have my fill of her crazy ass.
Leaning forward, I plow into her again and again. It’s hard, rough, savage fucking to show her whose cock she’s been without. She needs to be reminded just how much she twists me up inside. I’ve killed for this woman, and I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I took her as my ol’ lady in a bar full of people, and I’d do it again to show her she’s the only one for me. I claimed this pussy—me! She’s mine and I’ll be six feet under before another motherfucker so much as breathes in her direction. She wants to pop off and act like she’s lost her fucking mind, getting jealous and shit, I’ll fuck it out of her to remind her whose cunt I’m obsessed with.
“You miss your ol’ man, sugar? I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk, to remind you who the fuck you belong to. And the next time you pull a gun on my ass and not hit me with the bullet, I’m gonna spank your ass until you can’t sit down. You hear me, P? You’re mine. You wanna be fucking pissed, be angry. You hit and kick and throw a fit, but in the end...you always belong to me.”
She moans, her pussy spasming with her first orgasm. I’ve had her ass daily for years; she’s no fight against me when it comes to responding. Her body knows its master—me. “You’re a bastard,” she pants, her legs already beginning to shake.
My hips pick up their speed, fucking her hard enough that the slap of skin echoes through the room. “I am, and a bastard needs his bitch. Good thing I got mine,” I rumble, squeezing her perfect tit and not letting her legs collapse. I continue on, pounding into her body. With each move tomorrow, she’ll remember why she never wins against me. Pinching her nipple, her core tightens, already seeking out its second orgasm. She’s missed me, no doubt. “Damn, you didn’t play with your pussy at all, huh? So fucking needy.”
Another tweak of the stiff peak and she’s giving in, mewling my name on her lips. “Viking! Oh God!” Her cunt squeezes my length and I can no longer hold on. A burst of cum shoots free, painting her slick channel with my heat.
With a groan, I lean into her, my forehead resting on her shoulder as I groan through the intense pleasure. It’s never been this good... only with her. Every damn time too. It doesn’t matter if I plant my cock in her every single day; it’s always so goddamn intense. “Jesus, I love you,” I mumble, pressing kisses on her back.
Holding her small body to mine, I smell her sweet scent. I missed her. “I don’t care what it takes,” I admit finally. “I’ll do whatever we have to. I refuse to give you up. If you want to start looking at options so we can have a baby, I’ll suck up my pride and get on board. I want you happy. I always have. You’re my woman, and if that means we adopt or surrogate or whatever, do it. I’m behind you one hundred percent.”
Her form begins to shake in my hold. I pull my cock free and lift her higher, my arms surrounding her. She’s crying again. I release my hold long enough to turn her to face me and pull her to my chest. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I ask, “Cinderella? What did I do?”
She shakes her head and mumbles into my pec. “I love you.” She hiccups, wetting my shirt with her tears.
“I love you. Talk to me, woman.”
“You’ve just come home, saying everything I wanted to hear. I didn’t think that would ever happen and I’m thankful. I wish we could have a child on our own, you know how badly I do.”
I nod. She can’t see me, but it’s irrelevant. Pulling back enough, one hand moves to tip her chin up, so she’ll meet my gaze. “You try too much, and you’ve put up with my being stubborn about it for too long,” I say, my thumb moving to swipe the wetness from under her eye. “I didn’t feel like I was a man, not being able to knock you up. I can see it now that it’s not that; it’s a combination of both our bodies. Obviously, we really are meant for each other if we both have issues. I don’t have enough swimmers and your body has a tough time carrying a baby. I was a fucking idiot to put more pressure on you about it all. I’m sorry my love. I only want you happy and fulfilled. We’ll contact some doctors and do what we have to. In the end, it doesn’t matter how we get the kid, so long as I give you the family you want to have.”
More tears fall and she flashes me the first smile I’ve seen from her in over a week. “I love you, Vike. Welcome home.”
I pull her to me, holding her tightly. She’s everything and no matter how many years we�
��re together, I’ll always love her with every breath I take. We’ll get through this. We're both headstrong, and if that means I give in and finally ask for help, I will—for her.
“You’re my home,” I murmur, reminding myself that I’m the luckiest man alive to have her as my ol’ lady.
*****
Church
Glancing to the brothers surrounding me, I’m filled with regret for acting like a goddamn fool and involving them in my shit. Princess and I should’ve sorted our issue long ago, but I had to be stubborn. I couldn’t set my pride to the side and ask for help, and in the end, it made me look weaker. I won’t make that mistake twice. I have my woman and my club depending on me.
Sitting in my place at the head of the table, I get straight to the business at hand. I’d already had to suck it the fuck up and ask the members to give me another shot after taking off and leaving the club with my younger brother to head it up in my place. That was an embarrassment. I’m a fucking man, and I don’t need to come off as broken to any motherfucker. The president from the other charter was even calling to make sure I was straight. We’ve become so much closer over the years that I ended up opening up about the turmoil swirling through my veins. He told me to ride and let the wind sort it out. Turned out it was exactly what I needed in the moment. I had to free my mind, sober up, and come to terms with what’s important and a priority in my life. Cinderella was number one, of course. She always has been, and that’ll never change.
“Spider hit me up with some intel, said shit’s about to hit the motherfuckin’ fan.”
There are various grumbles around the table. When Spidey says something’s going down, it’s never pretty. Lifting up my cell, I flash it to the other brothers. They know to shut the fuck up so we can call the brother on speakerphone.
“Vike?” He answers and everyone settles in to listen.
“Yeah, what’s up? We’re in church and you have an audience.”
“Brothers,” he acknowledges, and they quickly respond. Spider continues, “My contact at the border said more shit’s coming through than what’s been agreed on.”
A growl leaves me as I grumble, “Heroin, again?”
“Yep,” he confirms. “I wouldn’t be thinking much of it, if it were anything else.”
“Fuck,” I huff, and Odin shakes his head, furious as well. Brothers light cigarettes and cross their arms. This meeting won’t be pretty at this rate. “Cartel agreed to keep that nasty shit going to Cali and not through Texas. What the fuck changed their minds?”
“There’s a surge of illegals hitting California right now. Border is all over searching that area of the United States right at the moment. Especially with all the mules running drugs to have money to even get into the U.S.”
“Where the hell’s ICE when we need them?” Chaos bursts. “Now we’re going to have another upsurge of trafficking at our borders rather than keeping that shit filtered to California! We’ll be right back to policing Texas to keep their heroin and sex trafficking out of our state.”
My fists clench, glaring down at the cell phone on the table before me. This is just more shit for the Texas clubs to take on. Not all of us are worried about keeping our state safe or pushing out the hardcore substances. There are plenty of motherfuckers that will assist the cartel for a piece of the pie—at the stake of all of us. “Agreed,” I growl, and Nightmare’s fist slams to the table, rattling everything.
“A lion took a fucking chunk out of my leg because of their compound full of drugs and women! Those motherfuckers have another thing comin’ if they think I’ll allow them on our turf. I have an ol’ lady and kid to protect that none of them will give a fuck about. I say we take another ride down and remind them exactly who they’re fucking with.”
Glancing around, the brothers nod. They’re just as pissed, and I know when I call up Ares from the other chapter, he’ll be furious. “Spider?” I glower at the phone, impatient.
“The Nomads are on board; we have your back.”
“Good,” leaves me, my timbre low and raspy, sounding more savage than man. “Then let’s show them that no one fucks with Texas or the Oath Keepers MC, brothers!” I shout, climbing to my full height. “Prepare for war!”
About Sapphire
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed a small glance into the President of the Oath Keepers MC.
Watch for more drama; it’ll be coming your way before you know it!
XO- Sapphire
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CHAPTER ONE
Maisie
Two years ago…
I stretched, my body, well and truly sated from the royal shagging my husband, Hatch, had provided before heading off to work. He was a mechanic and owned a garage not far from home. He’d left me in bed with a promise to drop our boys at school before heading to his shop, so that I could have a lie in. Today was “Maisie Day.” It happened once a month, come hell or high water, and Hatch took care of everything. Today it was the royal shagging, followed by lunch with my girls, then mani/pedis with my baby girl, Poppy. This particular Maisie Day came during hell and high water, considering someone had stolen Hatch’s identity and it was taking a while to sort it out. Whoever had hacked his accounts was a hacking phenom and not even our resident genius, Booker, could get around it.
My phone buzzed on my nightstand and I answered it, assuming it was Hatch. “Miss me already?”
“Babe, it’s Flea. Hatch has been arrested.”
“What?” I whispered, throwing the covers back and jumping out of bed.
“Hatch has been arrested,” Flea repeated.
Those four words had just turned my perfect world upside down.
“For what?” I demanded.
“We don’t know. Mack’s trying to find out.”
“Flea, you need to get me information. I need to know what the bloody hell is going on.”
“I will, Maisie. I promise.”
I hung up and tried to call Hatch. He didn’t answer…not that I expected him to, but I tended to be an optimist and really wanted this to be fake news.
In hopes of getting something, I called Mack. He answered after one ring. “Babe, I don’t know anything yet. Try not to panic.”
“How can I possibly not panic when my man has been taken by God knows who to God knows where, without a word to anyone? I want to talk to him.”
“Tryin’ to work that out, Maisie. I’m kinda runnin’ into a brick wall.”
“Are you joking?”
“Babe.”
“Look, I get that I’m not versed in how the American jail system works, but I’ve watched enough movies to know that he gets a phone call,” I said. “And I’d imagine, if he doesn’t ring me, you will be the next choice.”
“No one’s getting to him and I’m trying to find out exactly why.”
“No, no, no, no, no, Mack. Not acceptable. You need to shut this down.”
“Can’t do that if I’m on the phone with you, Maisie.”
“Right. Of course. I’m hanging up now.” I did and hurried through a shower before donning clean clothes. I wasn’t really sure why I was even bothering, but my British stiff upper lip required I didn’t show emotion whilst wearing the freshest of knickers.
My phone buzzed just as I pulled my hair into a band. It was Payton. “Hi, Pay. Have you heard?”
“Yes! What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t know. I was kind of hoping Hawk would know.”
“No one knows anything,” she said. “Crow and Mack are working on it. Hawk went to the club. Actually, everyone’s there. I’m at your door. Come let me in.”
I rushed downstairs and pulled open the door, finding myself pulled into one set of arms, then another. Payton and Cassidy, who were Hawk and Ace’s women, respectively, lived just down the street and were both speaking at once as I led them to my kitchen.
My phone buzzed, and I answered it without looking at the screen. “Hello?”
“Are you sitting down.”
“What’s going on, Mack?” I asked as I lowered myself into a kitchen chair.
“He’s being held on the Patriot Act, which means, he cannot contact anyone. Not even me.”
“Oh, my god,” I rasped, tears making their way down my cheeks. “Is he okay? Will they hurt him?”
“I don’t know, honey, but try not to freak out, okay? We have friends in law enforcement. You know they’ll do whatever they can to watch out for him.”
“Where did they take him?”
“He’s being held at a secure facility in Portland. That’s all we know.”
“Mack, you have to find a way for me to speak to him. At the very least, make sure he’s okay. Safe. I don’t want him getting shived in the shower or something horrible like that.”
“Technically, he’d be shanked with a shiv,” Mack said.
“I swear to all that is holy, are you telling me there’s a possibility he might be shanked?”
“Bad joke. I’m sorry. Pretty sure he can take care of himself, Maisie.”
“Not even he can survive a shank wound.”
I could tell he was holding back laughter as he said, “As soon as I know anything, I’ll call you.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
I hung up and Payton slid a cup of coffee in front of me then sat down. “We’re gonna figure this out, honey.”
“God, I hope so,” I whispered, just as my phone rang again. “Hi, Poppet.”
“What’s going on with Sid?”
Poppy had called Hatch ‘Sid’ (Stand-in-Dad) ever since he’d adopted her. Hatch’s love and acceptance of my daughter had helped further soothe the loss of my late husband, Niall. The heartbreak something I thought I’d never survive. Before Hatch and I got married, Poppy had fallen hard for his nephew, which Hatch had kibosheded, but love always found a way, and the two had been married for almost a year now.
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