Cash: The Black Cobras MC #2

by Rylan, Savannah

  “But what if it’s a big deal for me?” she asked, and I stared at her in surprise. I would have assumed she’d be bolting out of this place at first opportunity, but she seemed to be standing ground. Was it just stubbornness?

  “I can help you find a job somewhere else,” I suggested, and Vivian rolled her eyes. She wasn’t backing down yet. Was this some kind of challenge for her?

  If it was, it was because she didn’t have a clue how dangerous the situation could really get.

  “And what if I don’t want any other job?” she went on and I didn’t know what else to say. What more could I say to deter her from this place?

  And that was when Patch walked in.

  “Been looking for you, man,” he said. He barely even noticed Vivian standing there. He hadn’t been in the bar when Vivian came in earlier for the job, so if he saw her now, he would have been surprised but he didn’t notice her or seem to recognize her.

  “What’s up?” I asked. Patch looked hassled.

  “You know those guys we beat up last night?”

  I nodded.

  “They went back to what’s left of the Sons of Satan and reported what went down. Clearly, they recognized us too but now they want revenge. They think we started something.”

  “We were rescuing a girl they were attacking!” I growled, throwing the bottle away in the corner so it landed with a crash. Beside me, Vivian was startled but she hadn’t said a word yet.

  Patch shrugged.

  “They’ve been looking for months for an excuse to stir shit up with us.”

  I clenched my jaw and breathed in.

  “What kind of revenge? Any intel on what they’re planning on doing?” I asked. From the look on Patch’s face, I got the sense that he knew exactly what was going to happen.

  “They’re on their way over here right now,” he growled.

  I looked at Vivian. She was confused but not worried. But that was because she had no clue what we were talking about.

  And this was the worst possible time for her to be in the bar with us.

  10

  Vivian

  I recognized the other guy who had just walked into the porch as Patch, from last night.

  Even though I heard the exact exchange between the two men, I didn’t really know what they were talking about. The only thing I could comprehend was that some group of people wanted revenge. And they were on their way here right now.

  Was this because of me?

  Because Cash and Patch had rescued me last night from those brutes?

  My heart crashed against my chest as Cash grabbed my arm and started pulling me in. Patch had already run in.

  “What is going on?” I screamed. Cash was hurriedly dragging me back to the bar area right now and before I could fully understand what was happening; I realized I was in the middle of complete mayhem.

  The men who had been sitting around drinking and playing pool earlier were now running around and past us, grabbing weapons, pulling out guns and stationing themselves at the windows and doors of the bar.

  Cash had a firm grip on my hand and at the same time was shouting out orders.

  Cash was ordering them around? Was he some kind of a leader?

  “Vivian!” he looked at me. His voice thundered. “You need to get behind the bar. Now. And stay down!” he growled.

  He pulled me to the back of the counter now, behind all the glasses and the bottles.

  “But…what…”

  There was shouting everywhere. Nothing seemed to be under control. I had never been in the presence of so many weapons before and I was scared.

  Cash pushed me down, forcing me to crouch close to the floor, and without another word, he was walking away.

  “Cash! Please! Tell me what’s going to happen?” I cried out.

  He was about to go, but he stopped and stared into my eyes and I saw that his gaze softened, just a little bit.

  “You’re going to be okay. Nothing is going to happen to you, Vivian. I’m going to take care of this. Just keep your head down, alright?”

  I could feel my breath catching in my throat as I watched him run away. He was ducked down.

  Around me, other men were running past and taking up their positions. I was following Cash’s orders and I stayed down. So, I had no idea what else was going on around me.

  And before I could think another thought, I heard the gunshots and the sound of cracking glass and I screamed as hard as I could.

  I was pinned to the counter, crouched on the floor tightly and I tried to cover my ears with my hands, but the sound was deafening. I had no idea who was shooting now, it sounded like multiple machine guns. Was it the enemy or the guys on Cash’s side? There was no way for me to know because I kept screaming but I kept my eyes pressed close at the same time.

  I could sense there was mayhem on the loose around me, and I felt so confused and afraid. This was not what I was expecting to experience today. Less than twenty-four hours after the traumatic experience of the previous night. I was in shock. I was shaking. I could feel tears pinching the sides of my eyes. I was afraid of just tumbling to the ground…scared of passing out.

  The only thing I could hear now was the thunder of men’s voices and the shattering of glass and gunshots being fired everywhere. I had no idea what would happen next. If any of us were even going to make it out of there alive. For a second I thought my own hands were covered in blood. Slowly, I opened my eyes and stared at my palms and realized it was just sweat.

  I couldn’t stop the shaking. I could do nothing to help, other than just sit and wait there.

  Everything had changed in a matter of seconds. Suddenly, I was in the middle of a shootout and this felt completely unreal to me. Was this actually happening to me?

  Then, just as suddenly as all this started, it stopped too. The gunshots stopped and the shouting decreased. I thought I was in a daze, there was an unmistakable ringing sound in my ears and slowly I started to stand up.

  I had the feeling that the imminent danger was gone. Whoever was firing at us before had now suddenly stopped. I even heard the sound of bike engines and cars roaring away from us. Were we finally safe?

  I stood up, looking around the dark and smoky room. Things were shattered everywhere. Men I’d been talking to, interacting with earlier as I worked were crouched on the ground with weapons in their hands, ready to shoot again. Even though I couldn’t see clearly, it was obvious that they were injured. At least most of them were.

  Then my eyes fell on Cash. He was right at the front, his back pressed to the wall beside a broken window. He was looking down at the red patch on the side of his torso. It was beginning to spread. He’d been shot.

  “Cash!” I cried out his name and he looked up.

  “I told you to stay down!” he shouted across the room. The others were starting to stand up and collect themselves too.

  I ran around the bar counter towards him, tears streaming down my cheeks because I was still in shock.

  “Cash, you’re hurt!” I plunged down beside him on the ground.

  “I’m fine. A bullet grazed past. It’s just some blood,” he said and lifted up his t-shirt so I could see. He was right, there didn’t seem to be any actual bullet wound there.

  “You still need first-aid. Where is it?” I asked him.

  11

  Cash

  Today, our roles were reversed. It was Vivian trying to look after me, while I just sat there on the chair in the storage room, trying to comply with her commands.

  For some reason, this woman had got it into her head that a bit of a graze to my skin was potential for a life-threatening condition. She was fussing over me with the first-aid kid we found in the room.

  I watched as she applied creams and bandages, taking care not to even apply a bit of pressure on the wound. Every couple of moments, she asked me if I was hurting and I had to keep reminding her that I was alright. This was not a big deal; I’d dealt with worse.

  She wa
s so worried. She looked so adorable as she fussed over me, and even though it was a little embarrassing because she’d dragged me away from the rest of the guys with her worrying—it all seemed worth it now.

  Vivian was clearly completely inexperienced in something like this, but she had still not asked me what was going on. What the shootout was all about.

  Eventually, when she believed she had completely bandaged me up and there was no danger anymore to my body, she finally straightened herself up; starting to put the first-aid kit away now.

  “How are you?” I asked her and Vivian just looked up at me with a snap in her eyes and licked her lips and shrugged.

  “I guess I’m fine. As fine as I can be in a situation like this. I was just taken by surprise.”

  Her cheeks were flushed. No matter how much she wanted me to believe it was just that, I knew better. It wasn’t just a matter of being surprised. It was also a matter of being suddenly exposed to a world that you are not a part of. I couldn’t even imagine how horrific this entire experience would have been for her, but all things considered; she was taking it pretty well.

  “Maybe we should seriously talk about your future here,” I said, broaching the subject.

  She had her head bent over the first-aid kid, and she snapped it shut now and shook her head.

  “How naive do you think I am?” she asked.

  “I don’t know, Vivian. I don’t know you at all,” I told her, and her nostrils flared.

  “That’s right. You don’t know anything about me. So, what makes you think you know what I can and cannot handle?”

  I breathed in deeply.

  “If you’re trying to be brave, if you’re trying to prove something to me; I suggest that you don’t. This is not the right time for playing games.”

  Her brows crinkled.

  “What makes you think I want to play games?”

  “That’s what it feels like to me.”

  “I just want to keep this job. I like working with Bender. I need the money and before you say anything else on the matter—I can definitely handle myself here.”

  There was so much I wanted to say to her on that matter. She had no idea what she was getting herself into. This shootout was just a scratch on the surface of the kind of shit she could find herself in if she stuck around.

  But it didn’t seem like Vivian was going to back away from this. From what I could tell, it was a matter of pride to her now. She didn’t want to come across as someone who would back away from a challenge.

  “I just want you to know, Vivian, that you can back away from this as soon as you want. Whenever you like. Bender isn’t going to mind. He will understand,” I insisted, and she took in a deep breath.

  “I need you to stop. Now. I want you to just stop trying to get me to leave. You’re forgetting that I get to do what I want. I’m going to be fine!”

  I shut up then. It seemed like I was pushing it too far. Clearly, she just needed some time to calm down and think about things on her own.

  “Thanks for this,” I said, looking down to my side where she’d bandaged me up. I didn’t want to push her buttons anymore. For some reason, I couldn’t stand the thought of Vivian being mad at me.

  She looked in my direction, her eyelids getting heavy now.

  “You could have gotten seriously hurt,” she said, and I just clenched my jaws.

  “It’s a part of the job.”

  She nodded.

  “So, I guess there’s no point in me telling you to be more careful. You probably have no control over a situation like that.”

  “No, I don’t.”

  Vivian breathed in deeply. I’d tried to control myself the whole time she was tending to my wounds earlier, but now it was done, and I felt like I didn’t need to hold back anymore.

  She was standing close to me, her hands clasped together.

  “What happened here today, it was scary, and I felt lost…but I don’t want you to think that I’m just going to turn around and leave now.”

  I remained silent. The only thing I could do was watch Vivian’s mouth as she spoke. Her perfect lips moved, and I realized I hadn’t tasted them yet. We hadn’t kissed.

  “You’re free to do what you want. If you want to keep working here, I’m not going to stop you.”

  Vivian’s eyes drooped. Her brown eyes suddenly looked darker, the way they did last night when my cock was in her mouth. Fuck! Why was I thinking of that again? Fuck Fuck Fuck!

  “It was so intense back there,” she remarked in a small voice, while I continued to glare at her. She could obviously sense what was on my mind. I just couldn’t help wondering if it was on her mind too.

  12

  Vivian

  I wanted Cash. I didn’t know what suddenly got me going…seeing him take charge earlier? Proving his strength in battle. Just the way he was looking at me now—everything about this man was dripping with sex appeal and not just any ordinary kind of sex appeal.

  I edged closer to his chair and he had his gaze fixed on me.

  Even though neither of us had spoken about it, we both knew exactly what was going to happen next. When I came closer, he reached over to grab my hand and he yanked me to himself. I toppled over him, leaning over his chair and he grabbed me by my chin. Glaring deep into my eyes.

  There was only one thing we wanted from each other now and it didn’t matter that he was wounded or there had been a shootout. Our bodies collided and I was breathing hard down on him. We hadn’t kissed yet and now our mouths were dangerously close to each other.

  Cash pulled me even closer, and I had no choice but to sit down on his lap. Our mouths were just about to touch. I could feel his hot breath on my face, and he sucked me in.

  Our mouths met and I could feel the roughness of his beard on my face. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he held me tightly to himself. I could feel his arms wrapping around me. Our bodies pressing to each other’s. My mouth parted and his tongue slid in. His beard. His tongue, everything overpowered me, and I felt like I was sinking into him.

  Then his hands moved over me. He felt the curves of my body and I was worried about hurting his wound, but Cash didn’t seem to care. He cupped my breasts and squeezed them, rubbing me with his hands, making me warm.

  Now that he got me going, I wanted to feel so much more than just his mouth and his tongue. I knew what that cock felt like inside me, but this time I wanted more.

  While we continued to kiss; my hands fumbled with the buttons on his pants. His hands went to mine simultaneously. Within moments, our lips smacked apart, and we were hurrying to take each other’s clothes off. I was suddenly very hot.

  My shirt came off and we somehow managed to roll my jeans down and throw them off to the side. His fingers teased my panties till he’d rolled them off too and now I was completely naked except for my bra.

  I pulled down his pants too, till I could see his cock again. Growing and throbbing in front of me.

  “Get over here!” he commanded, and I moved towards him, slowly sliding my legs over his lap till I was sitting on his muscular thick thighs. My swollen waiting pussy rubbed against him and I let out a low moan.

  He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer. I could feel the heat emanating from his cock. I couldn’t wait to feel what his cock would be like inside me. My pussy was wet and throbbing with desire. My nipples hardened under my lacey bra and he cupped one breast and squeezed it again, teasing my aching nipple.

  Then his hands were on the small of my back. He was holding my gaze strongly, willing me to say something. Anything. Maybe he was waiting to see if I did actually want what was on offer.

  He had no idea.

  And just like that, like I was made of nothing; Cash was lifting me up. Just enough so he could position me over his cock. With a deep quick thrust, he was inside me and I wrapped my arms tightly around him, rocking myself back and forth on him. His cock reached deep inside me and nothing had ever felt this good before.


  I leaned back for a moment and then forward towards him again. He nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck and shoulder and I started to ride him.

  My pussy opened up to him, even though he was so big inside me…maybe too big for me. I could feel every inch of him, sliding in deep and then pulling out as I moved.

  With one hand he held me by my waist as I rocked, and with the other he started to rub my swollen clit. It was all I needed.

  My toes curled and with every deep groan that he let out; I was being pushed closer and closer to the edge of sanity. Very soon, I was going to jump off the edge. I could feel it in every fiber of my being.

  Cash was the best thing I ever experienced.

  How had no other man made me feel like this before? I felt like I was sinking and floating at the same time. His fingers moving steadily on my clit while his cock dove deep inside me, till I finally pressed myself to him and cried out with pleasure.

  My body was filling with a delightful feeling…it was an intense orgasm. The kind I could feel everywhere. All over my body. Every cell of it.

  Why had no other orgasm felt like this before?

  Cash came too. I felt him explode again, the way he did in my mouth…only this time, he was inside me and I could feel his cum fill me to the brim. He was shooting his seed inside me. Making me feel complete.

  We rocked together for a few more moments. I was clinging on to him, rocking slowly on his lap, with his cock still moving inside me till finally…it was all over and I was still.

  Suddenly, it felt very strange to be this close to him. I could feel his breath on my skin. I could taste him if I wanted to, and my arms were still wrapped around him.

  Cash moved.

  I was beginning to panic because I could sense he didn’t want me to remain this close to him.

  With his hands on my waist again, he pulled me up and off him. Without actually using any words; he had made it very clear to me that he wanted me off him.