by Ambere Sabo
The jealousy is back in the forefront of my mind. I don’t like it, but I try to tamp it down for him. I know he needs a minute, and honestly, so do I. So I wait for him to continue when he’s ready.
Grabbing the tequila bottle, he pours another shot before slamming it back. His voice trembles with fury, “She was on all fours on the fancy couch back there, getting fucked from behind while she did a line of coke off the arm of the couch. She didn’t even realize I was in the fucking room! I don’t know what I expected to see when I walked in that room. Hell, her giving a lap dance was the worst thing I could even fathom. But seeing that froze me on the spot.”
Knowing Venom like I do, I’m not sure which hurt him more—the cheating or the drug use. I can’t stop myself, I lay a hand on top of his. He doesn’t look up or make any indication that he feels my touch.
“Not only was she fucking Loki, but she was doing a line at the same time, knowing what she did about my mom. It was a slap in the face. Loki heard me come in and had no problem with me watching the show she was putting on as he buried himself balls deep in her ass.”
I feel his muscles tense beneath my hand as his fist clenches tight enough to drain all the color from his fingers.
“Her moans are what ultimately snapped me out of my daze, and I was over to them in two strides. I didn’t give a shit about him, other than the passing thought of wanting to bury my fist in his face. But I didn’t get the chance because he made quick work getting the fuck out of her and dodge. While he may not have minded the audience, he didn’t seem to want to fight over her either.” He slams his other hand on the bar. The noise of his flesh slapping the wood didn’t startle me. I’m too lost in his pain to notice anything else.
A joyless laugh escapes from his pinched lips. “She was so high that she didn’t even understand what was happening. The fact that it was me shaking the shit out of her, and not someone else, didn’t even register. All I could see was my fucking mother. I wanted to hurt her like she had hurt me, but my brothers were right there. So instead, I walked out of here and never looked back.
She tried to come to the clubhouse to talk to me a few days later, but I wasn’t ignoring the signs anymore. I knew she was high, and I had one of the brothers throw her out.” He draws in a deep breath, as if in relief that the hard part of the story is done. But I can tell, he isn’t done talking. So, I wait patiently.
“After that, I never fucked around with another chick who even got turned on by my cut, let alone one who was associated with this life. I just couldn’t. Not until you walked into our clubhouse that is. Damn, that first night you were there gave me whiplash.”
I grin mischievously, glad that I affected him that first day as much as he affected me.
“I was hard just watching you dance with Rosie. And then when I found out who you were, I told myself you weren’t worth the trouble. Somehow though, you still got into my head. I don’t know when it happened or how, but I would die for you. The thought of losing you, scares the fucking shit out of me, and I don’t know how to deal with that,” he finishes, looking me in the eyes.
It’s the first time he’s looked for my reaction since he started talking. Tears streak down my face. I don’t want him to die for me. I don’t want anyone else that I love to die for a very long time. Not wanting the barrier of the bar between us anymore, I walk around and place myself between his legs.
“I don’t want you to die for me, Venom. I want you to live for me,” I tell him, placing my hands on either side of his face and looking him in the eye before taking his lips in a searing kiss. A kiss that I feel down to my toes. I love this man. I don’t know how or when it happened either, but I love him.
Chapter 19
Venom
The thought of taking her in a room that holds nothing but hate is something I can’t stomach, so I take her to the only other suitable place—her office. Standing from the barstool, I lift her up, not pulling my lips from hers. I know she’ll wrap her legs around my waist as I start to walk.
Getting to the door, I support her with one hand under her ass and grab the handle with the other hand. The knob won’t turn. Damn. It’s locked. I growl into her mouth. Pressing her against the doorframe, I fumble my fingers into the back pocket of her jeans to get the key that’s becoming the bane of my existence right now. Thank fuck, she only has three keys on the damn thing, because I don’t plan on stopping our kiss for shit, so she can’t point me in the direction of the correct key.
Of course, it can’t be the first key that I try which irritates me to no end. The second one gives me entrance, and I thank God for that. I walk us into the miniscule office and place her on the edge of the desk, before kicking the door closed behind me. The desk takes up a majority of the small office space. I look into her eyes, which are filled with nothing but lust, and I fucking love it.
Reaching over, she tries to undo my jeans, but I swat her hand away and drop to my knees in front of her. Right now is all about her, about me showing her how much she means to me.
I run my hands down her calves slowly slipping off the heels on her feet one at a time. Running my hands back up her legs I undo the button on her jeans and unzip them. She lifts her hips up allowing me to pull them down her body along with her panties. Once her bottom half is bared for me, I can’t help but admire the view.
Tattoos run up her left leg, and I take my time tracing them with my tongue. As I reach the apex of her thighs, I grip her hips, pulling her ass, so she’s barely sitting on the desk at all. I hook her legs over my shoulders. She leans back onto her elbows, giving me more access while still being able to watch me. I run my hands down her thighs and tilt her knees out, giving me the full view of her pussy as I lower my head.
Soon, I’m lightly licking her folds, making her squirm. After a few moments of teasing licks, I suck the bundle of nerves in my mouth, giving her clit the attention it deserves. I swear I’d make a meal out of her every day if she’d let me. She moans, letting me know I’m doing my job. I continue to work her clit, alternating between sucking and slowly licking.
Soon she starts to dig her heels into my back, encouraging me to pick up the pace. She isn’t a fan of slow, preferring it hard and fast. Usually, I am more than happy to oblige, but right now I’m in control. I slip two fingers into her soaking wet pussy giving her a little more of what she’s after. I have no trouble finding her sweet spot, and I make sure to hit it with each stroke of my fingers.
I can tell she’s on the brink of orgasm as she leans her head back screaming out my name. It’s hot as fuck. My fingers are being clenched by her spasming muscles as she reaches her climax. If I’m not careful, I just may blow my load in my jeans like some fucking kid. I continue to suck her clit into my mouth while finger-fucking her, dragging her orgasm out. When her body has finally stopped shaking in the after effects of her orgasm, she looks at me through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Come here,” she says drawing my face up to hers.
She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, eliciting a groan from me. With a tilt of her head, she begins exploring my mouth with her tongue. No one has ever kissed me like she does—it’s a constant battle for dominance, and I fucking love it. Tonight is no different. Our kiss is full of unspoken emotion, almost like it’s the last time we’ll see each other.
This time when she reaches for my jeans, I let her undo them. She pushes them down letting them fall to my ankles before reaching for my dick. The slow strokes up and down my shaft are not enough, but I know it’s payback for not giving her the speed she desired before.
I reach for my wallet and remember that I haven’t replaced the condom I keep in there. “Damn, no condom,” I groan in disappointment.
Her lust-filled eyes contemplate me for a moment. “It’s OK. I’m clean and on the pill,” she tells me.
“Me too.”
“You’re on the pill too?” she giggles.
“No. I’m clean. I got tested after, you know. And I haven’t gon
e bareback since.”
“I don’t want anything between us anymore,” she whispers.
I pull her to me, driving balls deep then lifting her from the desk and taking her up against the wall. The feeling of her heat gripping me directly feels so much fucking better than I ever imagined. I can’t hold back. I jackhammer into her while she holds on to my shoulders for leverage, meeting each of my thrusts.
She keeps eye contact, allowing me to see the effects I’m having on her body. Pairing that with the fact that the words coming out of her mouth can’t even be considered English at this point, turns me on even more.
I take her harder and faster chasing my release as she screams, “Holy fuck!” and her pussy grips my dick like a vice. I follow right behind her coming for what feels like hours with stars flashing behind my closed lids. My legs tremble with weakness. Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.
A sheen of sweat glistens on both of our bodies. I lean my forehead against hers and words tumble out that I didn’t think I’d ever say or feel again. “I love you, Reine,” I whisper, and I mean it with every bone in my shaking body.
Slipping out of her, I place her on her feet before walking to the bathroom to clean up. When I come back, she’s snuggled up on the love seat in the corner of her office. Sitting beside her, I lean down to clean her up. She looks up at me with pure love reflected in her eyes and says, “I love you too.”
I’ve never felt more complete in my life. Pulling her into my lap, I hold her until we both pass out. A few hours later my body awakens me, protesting the abuse of sleeping while sitting up. There are noises inside the closed club. I should only be able to hear our combined breaths, but I hear voices out in the bar.
Sliding Reine off of my lap and onto the couch as gently as I can, I walk over to the door making sure it's locked. I don’t want anyone walking in here and finding a naked Reine. The door’s shit though, so I can hear through it.
Who the fuck is out there at this time of night? There are at least three people in the bar arguing, I’m pretty sure. I’d bet money one of them is Loki. For over ten minutes, I lean against the door and listen to them argue. They get angrier by the second. One of the voices is one I’ll never forget. That motherfucker is dead.
I wait until I’m sure they’re gone and pull out my phone to call Prez. Even with the late hour, he answers. “Change of Plans.”
Chapter 20
Cessy
Everything will be fine, they said. No need to worry, they said. Well, an hour into waiting to hear any fucking thing from them, and I think they are all full of shit! I have no clue where Venom, Dash and a bunch of brothers from the sister chapters even are. Not to mention all the guys who went in the first group. I’m on fucking edge. Because I have no new information, I replay the morning’s events and worry…
We don’t waste any time when we wake up. When we get to the arranged meeting place, most of the brothers have rolled out before we even arrive, which is not the plan that had been discussed to damn near death the past few days. Rodeo left earlier with Wraith, Gears, and Savage from The Reapers.
Wraith isn’t sure who else he can trust, and that kills me. Pops is probably rolling over in his grave right now at the disloyalty from his own fucking club. Some of the other Sons were with them. Leaving only some prospects, guys from other chapters and Dash at the meeting place.
It makes me uneasy having to trust so many guys I don’t know. But they need the extra backup. Dash is on his bike waiting for Venom. Venom presses a quick, but intense kiss to my lips, and then rides off with Dash, not telling me shit.
Apparently, Rodeo knows what’s going on and is OK with the change in plan. But I don’t give a fuck. I have no clue where the man I professed my love to, just last night, is right now and it has put me even more on edge.
Not ten minutes after they leave me a mile down the road with fucking prospect babysitters, gunfire explodes in the still air. It lasts far longer than I would’ve liked, and now nothing. No more shots, no phone calls, nada! And these fuckers refuse to go to the warehouse until someone calls them. I am about to climb out of the back of this truck and walk my ass down there! Dumb-fuck-number-two’s phone finally rings.
“Ya,” he says. “Ok, ok.”
“Give me the phone,” I interrupt.
“Ya, alright,” and with that, he hangs up.
“What the fuck?” I yell.
This motherfucker actually has the nerve to turn around and ask me, “What?”
“Are you fucking serious right now? Who was it? Are they okay? What the hell is going on?” I ask getting more frantic by the second.
“Damn dude, calm the fuck down,” he tells me.
Dude? Oh no the fuck he didn’t. How old is this motherfucker? I pull my nine-mm up and point it at his head before he even knows what’s going on.
Looking at dumb-fuck-number-one, I bellow, “Drive.”
He hesitates for a moment and then looks at his friend who just nods his head in response. I swear this kid is about to piss himself right here in the truck. What kind of fucking prospects are they letting into the club nowadays? Jesus.
We pull up to the warehouse. Gunner must see what’s going down through the windshield because he is over to the truck as soon as it's in park. He wrenches open the door and puts his hand on my arm lowering my gun.
“Cessy, come on now. Calm down, baby girl.” His soothing voice is a stark contrast to what is rolling around inside of me.
I turn my anger on him, “Where the fuck are they?” I holler.
“Come on, baby girl. I’ll take you to Rodeo.”
I calm down a fraction at that and slide out of the truck following him inside the warehouse. My nerves buzz under the surface of my skin as I wait to catch a glimpse of the reckless fools that I love. My eyes scan quickly, taking in very few details as I search for what I need to see.
We make our way to the first underground floor. There I finally see Havoc. My heart lurches in relief, and I take off in a run, barreling into him. I break down into tears as his arms close around me.
“Whoa, whoa, Cessy. It's okay. I’m good.” I don’t care what he says, I’m not letting him go. I’m still holding on to him as if my life depends on it when Rodeo walks up.
“She okay?” he asks Havoc. He nods his head yes, and hugs me back.
“You sure? She pulled a piece on Colt. He may be rethinking his decision to join the club right now,” Rodeo says with a chuckle.
Havoc looks down at me, a question on his face.
I shrug my shoulders sheepishly. “He wouldn’t give me the fucking phone when y'all finally decided to call. I was tired of waiting for one of you fuckers to tell me what was going on.” It’s the truth—little bastard shouldn’t have hung up the damn phone.
Havoc tucks my head under his chin as his body shakes with silent laughter.
“Don’t laugh, asshole. What took you so fucking long? And what the hell was all the gunfire?” I question, irritated as hell that he thinks this is funny. When his laughter ceases, I’m afraid to hear what he has to say.
Rodeo blows out a breath and answers for him, “The girls aren’t here. There was a little scuffle, but we squashed it quickly, with minimal injuries.”
“What? What the fuck do you mean they aren’t here? Have they ever been?” I ask, my mind locking on the first bit of information alone. Frustrated as hell, I pull away from Havoc to look at Rodeo head-on when Wraith answers from behind me.
“Someone has been living in those cells, but there’s no one in there now, and we don’t know where he would’ve taken them.”
Damnit. We should’ve come sooner. Now, who fucking knows where the girls are or how long it’ll take us to find them again? If we even can.
“How the fuck did he know we were coming?” I scream. Grown-ass men and not a damn one of them wants to answer me right now. They all look anywhere but at me. Looking around I realize someone is missing, and my heart sinks.
“Where the fuck is Venom?” I exclaim. My mind recalls Rodeo mentioning a scuffle with minimal injuries. But that still means there were injuries. Oh god. Was Venom one of the injuiries?
Havoc tenses beside me. Someone better start answering questions and fucking quick. “Well?” My eyes travel from Rodeo to Havoc to Wraith and back to Rodeo, who looks shamefaced.
“We haven’t heard from him yet,” Rodeo admits, looking at me like he’s afraid of what I might do next.
“Heard from him? What do you mean heard from him? Why isn’t he here?” I question in anger.
“He followed a lead he got this morning.” Rodeo offers not giving me the answer I want.
“And? Where did this lead take him?” I ask not backing down.
“The cabin,” he admits as shame crosses his features, and he looks away.
I’m on him in seconds slapping him across the face. I continue to punch and hit him before Havoc pulls me away. I fall to my knees crying out, “Why?” Anguish rips me apart inside. “Why would you let him go there when we don’t know what Pops found? Why?” I ask breaking down.
I cannot lose him too. I. Just. Can’t. Havoc sits on the floor behind me and pulls me to him as I sob. We didn’t plan for this. Why the fuck would they let him go there? I am numb to everything at this point. The brothers from both clubs and the sister chapters leave me alone and let me break down while Havoc holds me tightly to his chest.
Eventually, he carries me to one of the trucks and brings me to the clubhouse. During the drive, they try to tell me what happened during the raid. I’m pretty sure they are trying to distract me from worrying about Venom. I wasn’t really paying a lot of attention.
My mind grabs on to bits and pieces.
“We came under fire from some of Martinez’s men.”
That explains the volley of gunfire we heard.
