DEFY: The Kings Of Retribution MC ( Novella )

by Sandy Alvarez

  Over the past few months we have taken on two new girls, Ember and Raine. So far, they haven’t caused any drama and Raine runs the bar like a pro. There's a story with both I'm sure. Hell, we all have a past, but it's not my job to sit them down and get to know them.

  "You guys getting a sitter so Alba can hang tonight," I ask Gabriel as he turns his bottle of beer up and downs what’s left.

  "Yeah, got it covered."

  "You explain to her what to expect tonight. She and Bella haven’t been to a party like this before. Sometimes the men like to openly show what they're made of." It's part of club life; it doesn't happen every day or at every party, but it happens.

  "Didn't have to. Overheard her and Bella discussing it," he tells me.

  "I'd like to have been a fly on the wall during that conversation. Those two keep nothing from each other." Gabriel's lips turn up in a small smile but says no more about it. Yep, wish I could have been there. The women went back to my place to get ready and said they would ride in together. Bella, Alba, Mila, and Emerson; those women are thick as thieves these days. My thoughts stray to Grace. All the girls are friends with her too, but Grace never took anyone up on the offer to come out here to the clubhouse. She's always a little skittish and hyper-aware of her surroundings. When she did accept invites, it was to gatherings we held at someone's home. I hope Prez can find her and sort things out with the two of them.

  "Logan, our brothers are rolling through the gates," Quinn walks in from outside and pulls his shades off his face.

  "How many brothers?" I ask as I slide off my bar stool ready to walk out the door. I've met Riggs and a few other brothers from the chapter before, but it's been a couple of years since I've seen them.

  "Six on bikes and a cage carrying three women. I guess they brought some extra entertainment," Quinn smirks.

  Last I heard he was bringing about a dozen members this weekend. "Alright, let's walk outside and welcome our brothers. As we step out the doors of the clubhouse, the rumble of their Harleys gets louder as they back their bikes up next to all the others before cutting them off. The car hauling the women is directed by Blake to pull up on the side of the building because the empty space near the tree is the closest to the building and designated parking for our old ladies when they aren’t on the back of our bikes. Riggs, the Louisiana chapter's President is ex-military, specifically a Green Beret, specializing in explosives. From the stories I've heard told he's damn good. The fucker is big. Stands as tall as Gabriel and makes me feel like I need to up my game on my workouts.

  "Logan, what's going on brother? Haven't seen you in almost two years," He strides over and extends his hand.

  "Riggs. I'm good. How was the ride? That's a long fuckin' way to go."

  Standing straighter he pulls his shoulders back and rolls his neck stretching his muscles. "Can't complain. The weather was nice. Sometimes you need those long stretches of highway. It helps cleanse my soul from time to time. Ya know?"

  His accent isn't strong. Not like many Cajuns I've come across. That could be because he has been all over the world but it's mixed up in there. The sun is starting to settle low in the sky, and they’ve had a long day. I decide to hold church tomorrow. Maybe that will give our Prez time to join in on the talks.

  "Thought you were traveling with more men?" I ask him.

  "We need some of them to stay behind. Got some dirty things happening around town. Not sure who is behind it, but I didn't want to risk leaving only a couple men on their own."

  "Gettin' that bad down there?"

  "Yeah, brother. Shit's gettin' bad," he says then points his thumb toward one brother then the other who walk up beside him, "I brought Fender and Kiwi with me along with the three prospects."

  I've met the two of them before. Fender is standing at Riggs right. You take the rocker look and smash it together with a biker that's who you get. He's their Sergeant at Arms. Kiwi there, standing to the left of Riggs is their Road Captain. He's about as tall as I am. I don't know much more about him except for the fact he's from New Zealand. "Let's go inside and unwind," I lift my chin and gesture towards the clubhouse.

  Riggs slaps me on the back, "Laissez les bon temps rouler, brother! Let the good times roll, brother."

  An hour later the party is starting to pick up. I lounge back on one of the leather couches located towards the back of the room waiting for my woman to arrive. She texted me almost twenty-five minutes ago to tell me they were on their way. I swirl my whiskey in my glass and lift it to my lips, savoring the warmth as it slides down my throat. The front door swings open and in walks Bella, followed by the rest of the girls.

  "Jesus has come to save me," Riggs comments as the women continue to make their way through the sea of men. "You got you some fine women in Montana, Logan."

  Gabriel's hand snakes out, pulling Alba to his side and Mila walks up to Reid, and he proceeds to show everyone she belongs to him by laying a heated kiss on her lips. My Angel keeps walking. Swaying her hips with every step. Her eyes fixed on mine. She decided to wear a dress tonight, paired with her boots. She's so god damn beautiful.

  "This here is your old lady? Jesus, brother. No wonder you said goodbye to all other pussy. You lucky son of a bitch.” Already halfway lit, Riggs who's sitting beside me downs the rest of the bourbon in his glass and gets up just as Bella stops in front of me.

  "Angel, this here is Riggs. President of our Louisiana Chapter," I introduce her to him.

  He gives her a nod, "Your name, Angel?" he asks her with a grin.

  Returning a smile, she tells him, "It's nice to meet you, and no, I'm his Angel. My name is Bella.

  "Bella is Italian and Latin for beautiful, so both names suit you," he tells her, then looks down at me, "My glass is dry. I'm going to fix the problem. I'll leave you to it. Catch ya later." He walks off mumbling lucky son of a bitch again.

  "Come here," I pull at Bella's arm and guide her onto my lap. Raine walks over with a beer, hands it to me and then gives Bella her favorite, honey bourbon. I watch her lips as they graze the rim of the glass and then her throat works as she swallows the warm liquid. The flavor is satisfying. She moans and licks her plump bottom lip. My dick swells thinking about what I want those sweet lips locked around.

  It turns out the women Riggs brought are dancers. Strippers. Off in the corner of the room, they've set up a staging area along with a pole. Their treat to us for hosting them this weekend. I'm already two glasses of whiskey in along with a few beers and Bella has almost finished her second half glass of bourbon. Knowing her, she won't drink much more tonight. Suddenly the lights dim low, and the rhythm of a song I recognize -Closer by Nine Inch Nails- starts to play. Surprisingly, Raine saunters up onto the stage. I watch as Riggs pulls up a chair front and center. He's been quietly watching her all night. I can't tell you much more because my focus has been on Bella and how enthralled she is with Raine's sensual movements. I start rubbing her leg, slowly working my way higher up her thigh until I slip my hand under her hem letting my fingertips caress the outer edge of her pussy through her panties. Lifting my eyes to the stage I watch Raine work the poll- seducing the men with her movements, her eyes trained on Riggs before scanning the rest of the room. Needing to taste Bella, I scoot us to the edge of the couch and motion for her to stand. While everyone is preoccupied we slip down the darkened hallway and I push her against the wall and kiss her. Breaking away, leaving her lips swollen from mine I confess, "I need to taste you, Angel." Biting her bottom lip, her eyes search the area before landing back on mine. Her heated gaze telling me yes.

  Sliding to my knees, she places her hands on my shoulders as I make work of ridding her of her panties, sliding them past her hips and down her thighs before putting them in the inside pocket of my cut. Pushing her dress up I expose her. With the darkness keeping us hidden, I run the tip of my tongue over her slit and circle her swollen clit. A whimper escapes her as I slide my fingers in and out of her with long, broad strokes. I slowly lic
k a path from her entrance to her throbbing clit again, and her hips buck seeking more. I capture her bundle of nerves and suck hard, and that's all it takes. Her back bows and her pussy clenches uncontrollably around my fingers. I hold her steady with my other hand as I take one last taste. Before I stand, I retrieve her panties from my pocket and help her step back into them and slide them back up covering her.

  "Logan," my name breathlessly leaves her lips.

  I kiss her.

  She is mine.

  "I love you," I tell her resting my forehead on hers.

  "I love you," her hand caresses the side of my face.

  "Let's get back out there before someone comes looking for us," I tell her.

  When we come back into the room, the second set with two of the girls Riggs brought has almost finished, and I find everyone is where they were when we stepped out. We walk to the bar and take a seat where Reid and Gabriel happen to be hanging out with Alba and Mila by their sides. Bella looks around before asking, "Hey guys, where's Emerson?"

  "She was right here a moment ago watching the show with the rest of us," Mila informs her.

  Fuck. The guys look at me. We all know she doesn't need to be walking around here by herself, especially with the other chapter members around. They have no idea who she is. "I'll go find her," I tell Bella.

  Several minutes later after searching the inside and not finding her, Quinn accompanies me outside to look for her. She doesn't have her ride so she couldn't have gone far. We're walking around back when we hear a scuffle to our left. Cautiously, we go to inspect the noise.

  "Get on your knees and wrap those lips around my cock, bitch," A slurred voice I don't recognize echoes through the darkness. It's the voice that follows that we both know.

  "Let me go," Emerson whimpers just before we hear a very audible smack.

  "Suck it, you fuckin' cunt," the slurred male voice bellows.

  Breaking into a sprint, we come up on Emerson pinned on her knees up against the building and who I believe to be one of Rigg's prospects with his cock in one hand and her hair in his other. Quinn walks up behind the guy and presses the black barrel of his gun to the back of the prospect's head.

  "Take your hands off her motherfucker before your brains end up all over the building."

  Releasing his hold on her hair, Emerson falls to her hands and crawls away. As soon as I help her to her feet, she begins to sway.

  "Logan?" she looks up at me confused

  "I got you," I tell her. I don't think I've ever seen Emerson drunk. Come to think of it she doesn't drink much at all. "How much have you had to drink?" I question her.

  "I think I had a beer?" she questions herself. "Logan, something not right. I think something was in my drink." She tries her best to shake it off, but I still have to help her stand.

  "Come on. The bitch isn't here with anyone. We were going to have a good time," the prospect says tucking his dick back into his pants.

  Lifting his foot, Quinn plants his boot on the guy's ass shoving him face first into the brick wall. "I believe her words were let me go. Which means she said no you piece of shit," Quinn growls.

  Shit. I can't leave Quinn with this guy. I pull my phone from my pocket and call Gabriel. He picks up instantly.

  "Yeah."

  "Find Riggs. Tell him we have a situation with one of his men. And send Bella out with him," I instruct.

  "Got it," He replies.

  Less than two minutes later Riggs is walking around the corner with my woman tucked behind him until he notices the site is secure, which earns major points with me. I hand Emerson over to Bella and let her know what's going on and tell her to take her upstairs and have her looked at. She listens and quietly leads Emerson through the back door bypassing the party through the kitchen.

  Facing Riggs, I give him the run down, "Your boy here was about to rape a friend of ours. By the way she was acting, I'm willing to bet he put something in her drink as well." Quinn walks the prospect over to us and holsters his weapon on the way.

  "You're fuckin' out probate. This is the third fuck up. I'm willing to bet your fuckin' wasted on those damn pills again too.” Riggs reaches out and roughly grabs the young man's chin in his hand and looks him in the eyes. "Kiwi is going to drain your gas tank. Once he does, you're going to get on your bike and duck walk your ass off this property. You got me?"

  The prospect hangs his head, knowing he's past the point of fucked up and doesn't say a word. Riggs makes a call and Kiwi finds his way out back, and the two of them have a brief discussion before he takes care of the order he was given. Riggs crosses his arms and sighs, "Brother, I'm sorry for the trouble. I should have given that boy the boot a month ago, but I tried to give him a chance- show him something better. Is there anything else I can do to fix this?" He asks me as we walk back around to the front where Kiwi is letting the gas from the guy's tank drain out into a can.

  "You took care of your own man. Nothin' more needs to be done, brother," I assure him. Quinn sits the prospect down on the graveled ground next to the front door and instructs him to stay put.

  "Logan, you need me I'll be upstairs," he says before swinging the door open letting the music filter outside.

  Riggs and I stand and wait until Kiwi has finished. We watch the young man walk his bike down the gravel road and out past the gates before retreating to the party. I'm done for the night, so I slowly start to shut things down, then seek out my woman to take her to bed.

  Chapter Eight

  BELLA

  "Babe, don't forget Dad is coming over for dinner tonight." Logan reminds me as we both stand in our bedroom while getting ready for work.

  "I haven't forgotten. Will Nikolai be joining us as well?" I ask sitting down on the edge of the bed and slide my boots on.

  "I talked to him last night, and he said he's going to be working late tonight. He and Reid are on a deadline. The guy who hired them to work on the resort has decided he wants to be open two months earlier than planned."

  I look up at Logan with my mouth hanging open, "Two months? I hope this guy makes it worth their time. They are sure to be working a lot of late nights and weekends."

  Chuckling Logan responds, "Trust me, babe. Reid and Nikolai are coming out on top with that deal. Declan is more than fair with his compensation. I've met him. He's a straight shooter. The club wouldn't do business with him if he weren't."

  After pulling on my boots, I stand and make my way over to the closet where Logan is shrugging on his cut. "I'm proud of Reid and Nikolai. They have made their business a success."

  Wrapping his arms around me and resting his chin on the top of my head, Logan adds, "Me too, babe."

  "You ridin' with me this mornin', Angel or are you taking your car to work?" Logan asked me once we have made our way downstairs and into the kitchen for coffee.

  This is something Logan, and I have decided to do every morning before going to work. We plan to spend an hour together before we start our day. If that means we have to wake up earlier than usual so we can implement some us time, then that's what we're going to do. Life can get so busy. It's important to set time aside just for us.

  "I'm taking my car. I want to run to the hospital on my lunch break to visit the baby. I won't have time after work since your dad is coming over. I'm going to ask Jake for an extra thirty minutes to the hour I already take on my break."

  Setting his cup down, Logan studies me from across the table before speaking in a soft tone. "This baby is starting to mean somethin' to you, Angel?"

  I swallow past the lump in my throat. With my eyes trained on the coffee mug in front of me, I reply. "I can't explain it, Logan. My heart is drawn to her. I know it sounds crazy and you probably think it's because of everything we have gone through, but it's not. There's something about her. When I'm near her, and when she's in my arms I feel…"

  "Whole." Logan finishes for me.

  I snap my head up and let my eyes lock on his. The look on his face is a tender o
ne of understanding. "Yes," I choke out.

  After a beat of silence, Logan speaks again. "Tell me what you're thinkin', Angel?" He asks even though I'm confident he knows what my answer will be.

  This is something I have been thinking about for days but haven't had the nerve to bring it up. "I want her," I confess with absolute certainty. "Everything in me tells me she belongs with me… with us." I add.

  "Why haven't you told me how you feel?"

  Sighing, I give him the truth. "I wasn't sure what your thoughts on adoption would be, and I was afraid you'd think I was crazy for feeling the way I do about her."

  "You should never just assume, Angel. I want you to come to me with everything you are thinking and what you are feelin'. I would never think your feelings are crazy. And as for adoption, I'll admit that I've never given it much thought, but knowing how you feel about this baby girl you've been visiting, I think we should go for it."

  Sitting across from Logan I feel my heart pounding in my chest. His last statement has rendered me speechless, and I can't stop the tears from flowing. Standing up from his seat, Logan makes his way around the table before scooting my chair to face him, then goes down to his knees in front of me and cups my face in his large hands. "Bella, I want a family with you. Whether it by us or adoption, I welcome any children we have. If that baby girl means somethin' to you, then she means somethin' to me. If your heart says she's yours and she belongs to us, then we're going to try making that happen. I'm all in, beautiful."

  At Logan's last words I throw myself into his arms. I'm crying so hard my body is shaking. After a few minutes my tears subside, and Logan pulls me back and kisses me on the lips. "I love you, Angel."

  "I love you too," I breathe out between kisses.