“Kayne. This is my Ol’ Lady Poison. That’s Stryker, behind you is Siren. Blayde, Butch and Duke are in the house.” Kayne exchanges greetings.
“There are more of you?” Hotflash’s brown eyes almost pop out of her head.
“Hotflash,” Krimson hisses. “Control yourself. Isn’t Ashton supposed to be calling you soon?”
Hotflash’s smile fades, something like hurt flashes across her face before she masks it. “When he finds the time. Whatever. What can we do to help?”
The back door slams shut. Blayde comes storming out of the house and straight at me. The look in his eyes is murderous. I swallow hard at his approach, never dropping eye contact. He cages me in against the iron railing, his lips less than an inch away from my ear. “I told you no dainty shit.” He growls low. His hot breath fans against my face and my body quivers with need.
“It’s not dainty. It’s my representation of us.” My fingers clutching the hoodie he has on pulling him closer to me, I look into his blue eyes. The storm raging behind them takes my breath away. Everything and everyone else falls away when Blayde graces me with a beautiful smile.
“It does, thank you.” His lips crash down onto mine. I part them with no hesitation as Blayde attacks my mouth. Our tongues battling back and forth. I clutch his sweatshirt tighter, pulling his hard body against my soft one. A moan rips from my throat as his hands palm my ass, pushing me against the hard bulge in his jeans. My legs are trembling with need and my panties are wet from one kiss. It’s been too long since he’s been inside of me and I want him now. A throat clears behind us, breaking our little bubble we’re in and I sigh against Blayde’s lips. “Later, Butterfly. I will devour this pussy until you’re a quivering mess begging for more.”
“Blayde, we need to roll out. Do some recon in the area before it gets too late.” Kayne speaks up over the roar of the ocean.
I almost forgot what we were doing here and reality comes crashing down around me. I release a shaky breath. “Do you want me to go with you or stay here?”
“Stay here for now. I don’t want to put you in any more danger.” His eyes are soft when he says this. It’s not personal toward me. He really doesn’t want me hurt. “I’ll be back soon. Go take a shower and a nap. I’m not letting you sleep tonight.” The promise behind his words has my body on fire.
“You better come back to me in one piece,” I concede. I have to choose my battles wisely and this isn’t one of them. I’m worried about him going deep into the porn section of Venice Beach, but If I fight him on this, it’ll only distract him from what needs to be done.
“Butterfly, you’ve branded me. My heart and my body. I’ll be back and when I am, you better be ready to submit. Now I need to go and get this shit taken care of. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I answer. He presses his lips against mine in a sweet kiss.
Blayde turns his head toward everyone. “Colors or no?”
Kayne shakes his head, “Too risky right now.”
“Copy that Prez.” Blayde turns back to me, his muscular body covering mine. “I’ll be back, Siren. I promise you.” He kisses me one last time then turns to leave. I wrap my arms around my waist, watching his backside retreating away from me. He’s wearing a pair of low cut jeans hanging off his slim waist, a Savage Saints hoodie and riding boots. Blayde looks hot as hell and he’s all mine. He stops at the edge of the deck, looks back at me and offers me a sensual wink before he disappears around the side of the house with Kayne, Stryker, Nolan and Krimson following behind.
“Dios Mios, girl you’ve got a keeper.” Hotflash mumbles standing next to me.
“Yeah, I know. Now all I can do is pray to the biker Gods that he comes back to me in one piece.” I agree. I hear the distinct sound of Harley’s firing up around the corner and listen until they grow quiet in the distance.
Poison crosses the deck and stands at my other side, “He’ll come back. That man has it bad for you.”
“Why didn’t you go with them?”
“I told Kayne this job was theirs to handle. If he needs a Cleaner, I’ll be there in a flash. But you need me here more.” Poison loops her arm through mine and pulls me toward Krimson’s house. “Come on, you need some pampering before they come back. I feel like I’ve been neglecting you.” Poison looks over her shoulder to Hotflash. “You can come too, but if you say one more word how hot my Prez is, I will cut out your tongue.” She gives Hotflash a smile to take the bite out of her words, but I know she means it. I’ve seen what she’s capable of.
“Hot and feisty, I love it. And yes, someday my tongue will get me in trouble.” Hotflash says sliding up next to Poison. “No offense to either of you ladies. You look like you can do some damage to a person.”
“They don’t call me The Cleaner for nothing,” Poison winks at Hotflash and her petite nose scrunches up in confusion. “My job is to extract information in a not so pleasant way. I clean up what they can’t get done.”
The moment Hotflash figures out what Poison is talking about is priceless. Her smile drops and her small body grows tense. “Do I have to worry?”
“Only if you keep ogling my man. I’ll let it slide this time but be warned I don’t do second chances.”
“Noted, now let’s get pampering.” A smile lights up Hotflash’s face and I relax a little. This little Latino woman knows how to put a room at ease. I’m still worried about Blayde but I trust he will handle his business the way it needs to be done and come back to me in one piece. I need him to come back.
Chapter 23
Blayde
The California sun is beating down on the pavement as I shift gears on the new sleek black Harley Davidson Ultra-Limited Special Edition this guy Noah got for us. Kayne is in front of me, leading the way. I’m on his nine and Stryker is on his three. Krimson and Nolan are following us in her silver Shelby GT-500.
These guys are thinking I’m fucking nuts for wanting to do this, but they don’t know the whole truth. They know of our fights to leave the club but they don’t know why. I’ve never told them why she wanted me to leave and I hope I never have to. If Kayne discovers why it will push him over the edge and there will be no stopping him when we get back to Michigan. That’s what worries me the most. That he’ll never forgive my betrayal.
We’re getting close to Venice Beach. Kayne signals to turn into a gas station on our right and we follow suit. Women are walking around in bikini tops and short shorts, some guys are wearing board shorts and barefoot, watching us pull in. Our bikes draw a lot of attention and that’s what I want. I want our presence known. That the Savage Saints MC are here and we will wake up the whole fucking neighborhood.
Kayne pulls into a parking spot to the left of the gas station and turns his bike off. Stryker and I do the same. Krimson pulls in next to us, getting out of her car. Kayne lights a cigarette and exhales before he speaks. “Are you sure about this Blayde?”
“Positive.” I answer. My fingers clench into fists at my side as I stay seated on my bike.
“What is it about her that has you traveling all the way across the country? There’s something you’re hiding from me and I’m really starting to lose my cool about it.” Kayne stares at me.
I’m at an impasse. I should tell him, but I know what it will do to him if I do. I remain quiet, staring through my sunglasses watching the traffic go by. With a deep sigh, Kayne flicks his cigarette and takes off his sunglasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, Blayde. I’m struggling to hold it together. I’m trying to figure out why you want to do this and with you remaining quiet I’m being forced to call Steam and Kick. You either tell me now, or one phone call will tell me everything. I can’t trust a brother who hides shit from me.” Kayne takes his phone out of his pocket and stares me down. “What’s it going to be? Their version or the truth. You know they twist things to their advantage.”
My heart is pounding in my chest. He’s forcing my hand and I have no choice anymore. I have to tell him wh
at happened.
“It’s not something I’m proud of. It’s something you will never forgive me for.” I answer, staring straight ahead. Kayne puts his phone away and listens.
Taking a deep breath, I steady my heart rate and open my mouth. “I didn’t meet Monica by chance. I was on a job for Steam and she was there. I was doing jobs without you knowing for about a year. Once I found what I was capable of, I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. I enjoyed sinking my blade deep into an unsuspecting victim. I still do.”
“One night I was at a strip club watching my mark. He was a wealthy businessman, cheating on his wife with one of the dancers. His wife was the one to call Steam and ask for help. She found out her husband couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and asked if we’d take care of it. I was only supposed to fuck the guy up. Make it so he would think twice about sticking his dick in holes he shouldn’t be. Only thing was, I was naïve, I believed what Steam told me about this guy. It wasn’t the truth. There was an ulterior motive I didn’t see until it was too late.”
~~~~~
I’m hiding in the shadows of the strip club deep in the heart of Detroit. I arrived early to get a spot where my mark won’t see me coming. I watch him as he enters the club wearing a three-piece suit. The arrogance rolling off him in waves. He sits in front of the stage and gives the scantily dressed waitress a wink and a slap on the ass, placing his order. A few men join him and together they grope and fondle the dancer performing. Bile rises in my stomach the way his hands roam over the women and the way they eat up his attention.
He shifts slightly in his seat, his brown slicked back hair set to perfection. This pretty boy with loads of money won't know I’m coming for him until it's too late. Holding my temper in check, I wait. The beat of the next dance music filters through the speakers, causing my body to vibrate. A woman with brown hair with blonde highlights makes her way onto the stage, dressed in a see-through white mesh dress, red hooker boots and her lips are painted crimson red. She spots my mark sitting center stage and their eyes lock. She moves her hips to the beat of the music, seductively dancing for him and him only. She wraps a long, lean leg around the pole next to her and flips upside down, her skin tight dress rides up on her thighs, revealing creamy white skin. Once she slides down the pole, she slides the zipper of her dress down letting it pool at her feet. Running her hands through her hair, she catches the dress on the tip of her toe and flings it at my mark. He catches it and holds it against his crotch, rubbing it on the hardness being contained by his expensive dress pants. Hoots and hollers ring through the club as the dancer’s set is done and she crawls her way off the stage, giving my mark the signal to follow her.
He looks around and excuses himself from his friends. They wave him off as he stands up, adjusting his suit. My mark makes his way in the direction the dancer went in, bypassing the bouncers on the way. He ducks out of sight and now's my chance. I stand up and stay in the shadows, sneaking my way towards the back, where the private rooms are set up.
I spot my mark head into the farthest door on the right. I stay next to the walls, walking toward the room. I pass four other doors and the sounds coming from inside make me want to slaughter them all. My body is trembling with rage. Shouts, moans and screams pierce the darkness surrounding me, fueling me on to finish this job.
I reach the door they went into and listen. Grunts and groans come from the other side of the door and I slip inside. The sight before me sends my blood into fury as my mark has the dancer on her knees, naked, her hands are tied behind her back and he's ramming his dick into her mouth while he grips her hair, forcing her to take his cock into the back of her throat. He moans loudly, gearing up for release.
“Suck it now or I won’t let you come, bitch.” He grunts between thrusts, his pants are around his ankles. Tears are streaming down her face, dripping down her chin as she fights to breathe. Asshole grips her tit with his free hand and thrusts his hips forward hard causing her to gag. She spots me and the relief on her face moves me. I sneak up behind him and grab his throat with one hand.
“Make a sound and I’ll rip your dick off and shove it down your throat,” I growl low in his ear. “Let her go. You and I have business to take care of.” He releases the dancer and she falls back on her ass, sobbing with relief. “Come here and I’ll cut your ties,” my voice is gentle with her. She hesitates, looking up at my mark with fear in her brown eyes.
“What he wants won't matter in a little while.” The conviction in my tone has her moving. She struggles to stand but I’m not letting go of his throat to help her up. I feel him swallow hard against my grip.
The dancer slowly walks in our direction when I slip my butterfly knife out of my pocket and flick it open. She turns around and I slice through the binds with a flick of my wrist. “Thank you,” she whispers into the darkness.
“Get your clothes and get out. Don't speak to anyone. If anyone stops you, you don’t know shit. Get out and far away from here. This is your only warning.” She nods her head and wipes the tears from her eyes.
“What are you going to do?” The dancer asks.
“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about. Now go.” I demand.
“Wait. I know his secrets. Meet me outside the club when you’re finished.”
“Why? What happens here doesn’t concern you.”
“Because I know who you are. Trust me, like I trusted you to not harm me, please.” She pleads.
I don’t know what or why but I agree. I give her a slight nod of my head and she disappears out the door quickly closing it behind her.
“You’re making a big mistake. Do you know who I am?” His bottom lip quivers.
A sneer graces my face. “I know exactly who you are, Senator Graham. Which is why my Prez doesn’t want you dead. Just injured. And you will do exactly what we want or I’ll be back and you won't be breathing.” I deliver a harsh blow to his kidneys, knocking the wind out of him. Senator Graham crumbles to the dirty floor. “You think you’re a big bad ass?” I grab his slicked-back hair and yank his face up. “Can’t command someone to bend to your will unless they’re a woman?” I slam my fist into his face. The crunch of bone against my knuckles sends a spark through my blood. Senator Graham's nose bleeds down his crisp dress shirt and he blubbers like a baby. I bring my fist down again to the side of his face, delivering another harsh blow. He collapses onto the ground, curling up into a little ball.
I step my heavy riding boot onto his hand, sprawled on the floor and grind the heel in hard. He shrieks like a little girl. His pants are still down and I flip him over onto his back. I flick my knife open with one hand and bring it inches from his withering dick. I put my knee into his stomach so he can’t move.
“Remember my warning. You ever lay another hand on a woman forcefully, this,” I slide my knife against his disgusting dick and press into it, watching blood seep out while he snivels and cries. “won't ever work again. When Steam calls, you better do what he says or you won't be breathing.” I slice a deep cut into the inside of Senator Graham's thigh, sinking deep, but not enough to kill him.
“I got it. Just stop, please. Stop.” Senator Graham begs.
“Did they beg you to stop?” I look into his disgusting eyes and see the fear radiating from them. “Didn’t think so.” I slide my knife from his lower abdomen all the way up to his left breast. Blood blooms from my cut. The sounds of metal ripping flesh is music to my ears. My heart beats hard against my chest and my mind is free from the monster always trying to break free. This is what I’m destined to do. This is who I am.
~~~~~
I’m brought back to the present by the sound of horns blaring from the traffic on the street. I lift my eyes toward Kayne. He has a slight tick in his jaw and his nostrils are flaring. “Why did Steam want him and what does this have to do with Monica?”
Ignoring the first part of the question, I answer the second. “The woman in the club was Monica. I saved her life that night an
d now she's running with this porn star asshole.”
“Why did Steam want the Senator alive?” Kayne grits out through clenched teeth.
“Because he wanted power in his pocket. To do what he wanted without anyone looking at him.”
“Why…” Kayne's at his limit and the look he's throwing at me tells me I better fess up before he decides to kill me.
“Because Senator fucking Graham had your dad killed. He tried doing what I did and ended up dead!” I shout. Relief fills my body finally telling the secret I’ve carried for the past four years. “Fuck! I tried to tell you so many times. When I met Monica in the alley after I was finished, she told me what Graham did. She had proof and everything. Each time I found the courage to let the secret out, fucking Steam would put a gag order on me. Threatening my mom. Threatening my dad. Threatening you. Said you can have an accident at any time if I told you.”
I see the moment Kayne loses control. The moment he's beyond reach. The fury vibrating off his body, the hard glint in his eyes, turning the soft blue into ice. He narrows his eyes in my direction and he's up and off his bike in a flash. Before I can react, Kayne's on me, gripping my throat with his bare hands. Stryker tries stepping between us but I shake my head the best I can.
“No. Let him. I deserve everything he gives me.” My voice is rough and raw under Kayne's grip. I plead with my eyes to see I’m not the enemy. White spots don my vision, my lungs are burning from the lack of oxygen. Everything turns fuzzy and my ears ring. Suddenly Kayne's grip on my throat loosens and I cough and gasp fighting to fill my lungs with oxygen.
“Fuck!” Kayne roars. I know his anger is in the right place aimed at me, but it still fucking hurts. It hurts a lot. “We're paying Steam a visit when we get back. This is far from over.”
I nod my head still trying to draw a deep breath. “I know and I’m sorry for keeping this from you for so long. I tried to tell you so many times and then days passed into months then turned into years.” Tears burn the back of my eyes and I blink them away. “It's all my fault, I’ll take whatever punishment you think I deserve.” I hang my head, waiting for Kanye to strip me of my patch and ranking.
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