by M J Marino
“Nope,” I say leaning against the counter to make it appear like I’m more relaxed than I really am. “Maceo and I are spending the weekend at my place to, ya know, catch up on lost time.” I watch her to see if I can gage her reaction. By the way Candy’s eyes narrow and her hands fist, I would say she definitely feels some sense of possession over Maceo.
“Oh, that sounds romantic,” Opal’s voice swoons. “I wish I could have a getaway spot with Gauge. I feel like we’re constantly being rushed to finish before one of the other guys comes into the room.”
Ebony rolls her eyes. “How many times do I need to tell you? If you would let the other guys watch, or be in the room while you fuck, you wouldn’t have to rush. Hell, you should try a threesome or foursome with his roommates, they’re fucking amazing.”
Opal wrinkles her nose. “I’d rather not. Gauge would never allow it. I’ll stick with my man.” She’s too innocent for all of this.
“Oh, please,” Candy patronizes. “You act like you’re his old lady. He doesn’t want a fucking commitment with you. The sooner you jump on one of the other guys, the sooner you’ll get over it.”
The kitchen falls silent. Opal’s face crumbles, and Ebony and I stare at Candy in shock.
“That was fucking cold and uncalled for,” I say in a menacing tone. Opal is clearly intimidated by this bitch. If she can’t defend herself, I sure as hell will—hell, I’m not afraid of anyone.
Candy glowers at me. “It’s the fucking truth, and she needs to hear it. He sure as hell hasn’t stopped getting his dick wet—with Red or me or any number of the bar bitches he picks up when he’s out. She’s a fucking bunny. She needs to stop saving the goods for only one guy and start spreading the love, or she’s out.”
I straighten myself the way I always do when I’m challenged. “Opal doesn’t have to spread anything for anyone if she doesn’t want to. From what Maceo told me, you guys choose who you want to have sex with, when, and how much. He doesn’t fucking care if you do or don’t have sex with anyone. It’s not a requirement to be here at the club. No one here forces any of you to do shit. So stop pressuring her to do stuff she’s not comfortable with.”
“What the hell is with this Maceo shit? His name is Atlas. And a bunny isn’t monogamous. We fuck the lot. If she isn’t doing it, she’s not a bunny. What the fuck is she good for?” Candy snaps back, getting up in my face.
“You’re right, she’s not a bunny. She’s a Mercy Raven MC woman who everyone loves. What she provides to all of them, they appreciate, and she doesn’t need to spread her legs to earn it. This twisted idea you have in your head about having to sleep with them is simply not accurate of what the crew expects from you. Lay the fuck off of Opal,” I seethe.
“What the hell do you know about any of us, or this club? What? You think because you gave Atlas what you have between your legs that you suddenly know him and what his club represents? You don’t know shit,” she shouts, jabbing her finger into my chest.
I smirk. I’m going to hit far below the belt, making Candy’s head spin. “At least I know he wants what’s between my legs.”
“Daaaaaamn!” Ebony crows with a grin, raising her cup up high. “This girl came to dance!”
Candy looks like she’s ready to combust before an evil glint shines in her brown eyes. “I said I’m a MC bunny. I’ve serviced all of the Mercy Ravens MC.”
I snort at her absurdity. “I know for a fact you’ve never serviced Maceo. He told me as much.”
Her smile is vile. “Then he lied to you.”
Now this woman is being a straight up cunt. I won’t stand by and have her insult my man by calling him a liar. Enough of this shit. “Okay, let’s go confront Maceo together. Let’s hear it from the club’s president.”
The panic in Candy is subtle, but it’s there. She’s not use to women challenging her back. “Atlas is busy with Gauge and Chase going over the last mission. He’s not going to be happy if we interrupt him.”
I smile, because I’m kind of a vindictive bitch that way. “I guarantee he will not be upset with the intrusion because he’s always happy to see me. Come on, let’s go ask. It will take one minute, tops. It’s a yes or no question.” I coax with my hand, waving at her to follow me outside to the garage.
Candy sneers at me, clearly heated for me calling her out on her shit. “You might be willing to piss off Atlas when he’s working, but I know enough not to bother him.”
“Okay, fair enough. How about we settle it another way?” I push down the maniacal laugh bubbling in my chest. “How big is his dick?”
Opal chokes on her drink. Ebony is losing her shit behind me.
I have no intention of actually divulging this information to Candy and the other girls, but I do want to make Candy squirm.
Candy takes a moment to collect herself and shrugs. “It’s big, of course.”
Ebony rolls her dark eyes before looking over at me. “The guys brag about their dicks all the time. Her guess is from what she’s picked up in conversation, and not what she’s seen firsthand.”
Candy shoots Ebony a disgruntled look that screams ‘shut the fuck up.’
“Okay, different question. What does he have tattooed along the inside of his left thigh?” There’s nothing tattooed there, but she doesn’t know that.
“Um, I only focus on his dick. I guess I never paid close attention,” she says, flustered.
“What about which penis piercing? Prince Albert or Apadravya?” I’m not actually revealing anything personal, but none of the girls realize this. The answer is ‘neither’ because it’s a frenum piercing. Doesn’t matter if she jacked him off, sucked him off, or fucked him, she would know by feel alone.
“Uh, it’s, it’s the PA,” she guesses in a stutter.
“Neither! But for argument sake, what color is his penis when he’s hard?”
Opal looks between us like a deer in headlights and Ebony bounces in place like she has a bet on the fight.
Candy looks at me, confused. “It’s red?”
“Wrong!” I say. I get up in her face and smile. “It’s every shade of my lipstick.”
Opal squeaks and covers her mouth, and Ebony slides to the floor, cackling.
“You’re a fucking liar, Candy. The president isn’t going to be happy when he hears you’re spreading lies about him,” I threaten.
Candy huffs and hustles past us, slamming the front door on her way out to the party. The three of us start cracking up.
“Damn, girl! You’re my new favorite person. That bitch has been overdue for being put in her place,” Ebony cheers.
Opal looks gleeful. “I can’t believe you did that.”
I shrug. “She had it coming when she attacked you. She lied about Maceo to me. She could easily be lying about Gauge to you.” I don’t say any more because I don’t want to upset her. I don’t want to give her false hope, but she should hear it from Gauge himself.
A throat clears behind me and I turn to see Maceo leaning against the doorjamb to a side door I hadn’t noticed before. He’s grinning from ear to ear.
“You heard all that, didn’t you?” I ask, already knowing he did. He’s puffing out his chest like a proud peacock.
“Atlas, you got one badass bitch,” Ebony clucks.
Maceo saunters into the tiny kitchen to wrap his arms around me. “I most certainly do.”
Chapter Nine
Maceo
My cock has never been more aroused in my life. I watched the fight go down between my pixie and Candy. I just told Josephine about the bunnies and that she had nothing to fear, but I still worried she’d be insecure around them.
Understandably, most women would be. But I’m not into insecure women. Jealous women, yes. But insecure women, definitely not. If Josephine were to show insecurity, I would take her to bed until I stripped those insecurities away.
Much to my pleasure, Josephine took what I said to heart and she was interacting with Opal. I watched them through the
kitchen window laughing over a drink, and I smiled. I wasn’t too concerned until I noticed Candy and Ebony come in.
Worried, I walked to the screen door off the side to see what was going on. Josephine graciously offered her drink to Ebony, which pleased me. Ebony and Opal are great girls, super nice. I was happy when I saw Josephine giving them a chance to prove how sweet and harmless they truly are. But all hell broke loose when Candy started ripping into Opal.
Ready to get involved, I stopped when Josephine took the reins. Here my girl was, defending Gauge’s girl after just meeting her. With a proud heart, I smiled because she believed me when I talked about Opal. My pixie was like me, defending those who couldn’t defend themselves.
Everything was good until I heard Candy telling Josephine she serviced me all the time.
Fucking bitch! Who the fuck does she think she is?
I know Josephine believed me when I said they were no threat, but I didn’t want to have the theory tested so soon. I just got back on Josephine’s good side, and if Candy fucked this up for me, so help me God, I would be throwing her out on her sorry ass by her pink hair.
My heart doubled in size for the second time today when I watched my girl shut Candy down, not only defending me, but the whole MC. God, I love this woman.
I nearly gave myself whiplash when I heard Josephine ask Candy to prove it by asking her how big my dick was. My girl wasn’t pulling any punches tonight. She was calling Candy out on her shit and doing it in front of the other bunnies.
Damn, this woman was meant for me.
But the sucker punch was when Josephine said my dick was colored with all the shades of her lipstick. I nearly clapped my hands in applause. Fuck, my girl was claiming me right there, in brazen detail. Goddamn if I didn’t love her possessiveness. Made me feel like my feeling of ownership over her wasn’t totally out of line.
After Candy runs off sulking, I decide to make my presence known. I open the screen door and leer at my overprotective woman. I lick my lips, taking her in. When we get back to her place, I’m going to reward her devotion by shoving my head in between her thighs and staying there all night long.
“You heard all that, didn’t you?” She folds her arms over her small chest, as if daring me to question her.
Tickled pink, I break out into a smile from ear to ear. It wouldn’t matter what I thought. She did what she believed she needed to do and fuck me if it wasn’t hot as sin.
I kiss the crown of her head. “I’m done talking with the guys. Why don’t I grab my bag? I’ll be right out.”
Quickly, I throw a bag together, packing way more than a weekend’s worth of clothing. I fully intend on staying with her well after the weekend. I grab my toiletries from the bathroom and throw them in my bag too.
In the kitchen, I find my pixie still giggling with the two bunnies. I hold out my hand and she takes it, waving goodbye to the girls.
Outside, I nod goodnight to my crew as I walk Josephine back to her car. I open the back door, throw my bag in, and open my girl’s door and help her inside.
After I have her buckled in, I bend down and give her a chaste kiss. “Race you home, Pixie.”
Josephine gives me a mischievous smirk and starts her car. “Last one home has to pick up Hades’ poop,” she calls as she peels off.
Oh, it’s on. I love how competitive my woman is—makes for exciting foreplay.
Pumped, I race to my bike and gun it. There’s no way I can lose this bet. I’ve seen the size of her dog, and I’m guessing his turds are the size of my damn forearms. Josephine is relatively new here, I’m willing to bet she’s unaware of the back roads she could take to shorten her commute. I gamble on it and head that way to her place, praying I get there first.
I roll up as she’s pulling in behind me. “Oh, come on!” she gripes from inside her car.
“Sorry not sorry, baby.” I laugh and get off my bike.
She’s grumbling as she climbs out, but she’s laughing as well. I love how I can mess around with her and she gives it right back to me. Gauge was right. I needed a woman like her to challenge me.
I pull my bag from her car and heft it over my shoulder, and I follow her to the condo. Hades is howling as Josephine works to unlock the door.
“Hey, buddy. Mommy missed you, yes I did. Look who came back. Yeah, Maceo is going to stay with us for a while, okay? Good boy,” she says and grabs his leash hanging on the hook by the door, attaching it to him. “Let go take care of your business.”
I throw my bag on the floor by the door before locking up and following her outside. I don’t want to be away from her for any length of time.
We walk hand in hand with Hades leading us. I swear he stops at every tree, every leaf, every noise—all must be investigated. I’m starting to like this dog more and more. He’s attuned to his surroundings, and his devotion to my pixie makes me feel good she has him.
As suspected, Hades’s turds are no joke. A grown man couldn’t lay anything that large. “What the hell are you feeding him?” I ask, pointing at the waste bag.
She laughs as she throws the bag out in a nearby waste disposal. “Impressive, isn’t it?”
We’re both laughing as we make our way back to her place when Hades suddenly freezes on the walk, looking up at the house. He stands at attention, hackles up, baring his teeth. We both jump when he starts barking frantically and pulls against the leash. I try to grab the leash from Josephine before Hades rips her hand off, but he breaks loose and charges to the front door, jumping against it and snarling.
I bend down and quickly pull my Glock 19 from my ankle holster before turning back to Josephine. “Go back to the car, Pixie. Lock yourself in. Don’t come out or let anyone in until I say it’s okay. You got it?”
Josephine’s eyes swivel between me and her dog. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know, baby. I’m going to find out,” I say, rubbing her arm.
“But you and Hades—” she starts.
“Pixie,” I say, grabbing her arm and shaking her a little. “Go.”
Josephine’s eyes are blown wide with fear, and I’m afraid I’m going to have to manhandle her into the car myself. Thankfully, she runs to the vehicle and locks herself in.
With her secure, I make my way to the door with my gun ready. Hades is barking and scratching at it like rabid animal. The doorjamb appears to have been tampered with—judging by the large gouges of wood taken out along the knob. “Easy, boy,” I say to Hades, and I move my hand to the handle. To my utter horror, the door swings open as I turn the knob. I know I locked this door when we left for our walk. Someone definitely has forced their way in.
Hades rushes inside and straight to the bedroom, acting like he did at the front door. I aim at the door as I approach it. I count to three and kick the door in, with Hades on my heels. The sliding door to her deck is wide open. Fuck.
I rush out to the yard and catch a glimpse of someone jumping the fence. Charging ahead, I hurdle it and take pursuit. Hades barks behind me, close to my heels. Holy shit, he cleared the fucking fence. The thing had to be at least six feet tall.
I try to make out details of the assailant, but it’s dark, and he has a head start. I follow him up the ridge where I see him jump into a car and take off without headlights. It’s impossible to catch a glimpse of the license plate. All I know is it’s a newer, dark-colored sedan, but not enough details to determine make and model.
Coming to a stop, I gasp in and out as my lungs adjust back to normal. Hades continues to run down the road after the car.
I whistle for him, and he comes right back to me. Thank God, because I have no more sprint left in me to chase after a dog. Hades pads up to me, his gold eyes nearly glowing in the dark. He leans his big head into my open hand. I rub him behind his ears.
“Buen perro. Let’s go back to mamá.”
I jog back to the front of the condo with Hades at my hip. Josephine is still locked in her car, staring up the front door, when I tap
on her window. She screams and grabs at her chest before unlocking the car.
I cradle her in my arms and kiss her head, comforting her, while Hades jumps up on us and licks at her face. “It’s okay, baby. I’m sorry I scared you. The guy is gone, but I want us to go inside and look around to see if anything was stolen. Then we’re going to call the police to report the break-in.”
“O-okay,” she stutters.
As we walk through her apartment, we start with the front, checking the living room and kitchen. Her laptop, tablet, and all her other expensive devices were still where she left them. But she stops in front of her laptop, cocking her head.
“What is it?” I ask.
She looks up me. “Did you touch my laptop when I was in the car?”
I shake my head. “No. Why?”
“It’s open. I always fold the screen down when I’m not using it.” She reaches out to it.
“Don’t touch it. If someone tried to get into it, they may have left prints,” I say, halting her hovering hand. “Do you keep it locked?”
“Yes. I have a very complex password, and I change it regularly.”
I nod in approval. “Is there anything on it someone would want to access?”
She shakes her head no. “Everything, all my work, bank accounts, spreadsheets are backed up on a hard drive. I don’t store anything on the laptop.” She turns to the kitchen and pulls a decorative flower magnet from the fridge, opening it to reveal her mini drive.
My eyebrows go up. She’s very protective with her laptop’s contents. I would be too, if someone had stolen all my work. “Let’s check the rest of the place.”
Behind the kitchen is the laundry room followed by a powder room. All is good.
As we make our way to the end of the hall where her bedroom is, she gasps and covers her mouth.
“I did that,” I admit. “I’ll fix it later.”
We enter the bedroom and we both start to panic. All the drawers in the nightstands and the dresser are open. The lights are on in her bathroom and her walk-in closet. Josephine freezes and looks around the room, taking it all in. Her shoulders move up and down with silent sobs before I hear her cry.
