Badger
I stepped out of Quin’s room to find almost every member of my club standing in the hallway. Alamo had his arms around Jasmine, and Willow was sitting on Dash’s lap in one of the chairs. Kinsey was asleep on Doom’s lap and I smiled. He’d always been good with kids, even if he scared the shit out of most adults.
“Is she awake?” Alamo asked, walking toward me, pulling Jasmine with him.
“No,” I said. “She woke up for a few seconds, but I gave her a dose of pain meds and she passed out again.”
Willow climbed off Dash’s lap. “Was she in a lot of pain?”
“I didn’t give her a chance to feel it.” I subconsciously reached for my lighter, realizing I no longer had it. “She’s resting now.”
“Is the baby okay?” Jasmine asked.
“Yeah, Jazz, the baby’s good,” I said, biting back emotion. “Just wanna get her home.”
Jasmine nodded. “How about we take Kinsey back to the compound and let her sleep in a real bed.”
I shook my head. “Quin’s gonna want to see her first.”
“Good point,” she conceded. “Mo and I’ll wait until she wakes up, then we’ll take Kinsey back.”
“Thanks, Jazz,” I said, and we hunkered down for a long night.
Quinlan
One month later…
IT WAS OVER. Finally. The lighter that Badger had thrown into the house had mysteriously disappeared, leaving no evidence he was there, so the explosion and subsequent fire was blamed on a propane tank too close to a hotplate.
Knox had started to relax, and honestly, so had I. As Michael’s official next of kin, I was set to inherit everything because he never changed his will after our divorce, but I knew everything would be tied up for a bit while they investigated his death. I didn’t care. He was out of my life forever and I could move on.
I was sitting on the sofa in the great room with my girls while our men played pool, and Kinsey and Alfie hung with Sage in the kid room.
“I desperately need a mani-pedi,” Olivia lamented.
“Me too,” I said. “It’s been ages.”
“Come by the salon on Monday,” Jasmine said, sitting next to Willow on the sofa. “I’m doing inventory with Angie, but I can book you in at around three, if you want.” She grinned. “All three of you.”
“God, I love you,” Olivia said. “Spa day sounds great.”
“What sounds great?” Knox asked, sitting beside me.
“Mani-pedis Monday at Firefly,” I said. “Jazz has an opening at three.”
“You should go. I’ll be home by two.”
“You will?” I asked.
“Yeah. My baby needs a mani-pedi.”
A collective “Awww,” sang through the four of us and Knox chuckled.
I kissed him. “Best husband ever.”
“Damn straight, baby.”
“It’s a holiday for me,” Willow said. “So, count me in.”
Willow was a third-grade teacher and loved her job, but if it wasn’t summer or winter holidays, she was often limited on doing last-minute adventures when school was in session.
“Yay, girl time,” Jasmine said.
“When?” Alamo asked, pulling Jasmine off the chair she was sitting in and repositioning her onto his lap.
“Monday.”
“All y’all?” He waved a finger in a circular motion.
“Yes,” she said, and frowned. “Is that a problem?”
“No, baby, we’ll send Stump and Rabbit with you.”
“Um, why? We’ll be at the salon,” she argued.
“And Stump and Rabbit will come hang with you,” he said, his tone one of purposeful patience.
I raised an eyebrow at Knox in silent question. Michael was dead, there had been no new murders, Knox and I had finalized payment on the house and were getting ready to renovate. Life was good and I was starting to relax.
“They’ll love it,” Knox retorted.
“Um. No. I’ll talk to Doc,” Olivia said.
“You’ll talk to me about what?”
“Where the hell did you come from?” she asked.
Doc grinned. “I just fell from heaven.”
I snorted, dropping my face into Badger’s shoulder.
“Jesus,” Olivia hissed.
“What do you need, baby?”
“I don’t need anything from you, but thanks.”
Alamo chuckled. “Our women are heading to the spa on Monday.”
“No shit?” Doc said. “Who’re you sending with them?”
“Stump and Rabbit,” Alamo replied.
Doc shrugged. “That works.”
This was followed by a collective groan from us women. Even from me, although, I’d secretly feel a little safer if Stump and Rabbit were there.
Refer to the aforementioned other shoe dropping.
“Stop,” Knox ordered, kissing my neck.
“Stop what?”
“Worrying.”
I wrinkled my nose. “You don’t know me.”
He grinned, wrapping an arm around me. “I order you to relax.”
I gave him a mock salute, then snuggled against him and tried to relax. I sucked at it, so I knew it was a hard ask, but I did try.
* * *
“Jesus,” I hissed as Knox’s dick hit my G-spot.
“Second coming in the flesh,” he retorted, burying himself deeper.
I was currently on all-fours with Badger behind me. I’d already had two mind-blowing orgasms and I was fixin’ to have another… provided my husband got to gettin’.
“Technically, it’ll be my third coming, but you need to work a little harder, honey.”
“Demanding as usual.” His hand landed on my butt and I whimpered with need.
“Yes. Like that.”
Knox chuckled and gripped my hips, slamming into me once, then twice, before thrusting faster and faster. One more slap to my ass provided me with a third, delicious orgasm, and I cried out his name as the climax swamped me. He wasn’t far behind and he rolled us onto our sides as his dick pulsed inside of me.
“I fucking love you,” he whispered, kissing the nape of my neck.
I grinned. “I fucking love you, too.”
“You want more?”
“You got more in you?” I challenged.
“I will in a second. In the meantime, I plan to work your body again.”
“Yes, please.”
“You want it dirty?” he asked.
“Hell, yes,” I hissed. Sliding out of me, I almost cried to lose his cock. “Knox.”
“Hands on the footboard,” he ordered.
I leaned over so I could grip the end of the bed, my pussy contracting with need. “Honey,” I hissed.
“Yeah, baby?” His breath whispered over my skin and I shivered. “Spread your legs.”
I didn’t ask why, I just did as I was told.
“I said, spread,” Badger growled and a sting hit my ass.
I cried out and spread my legs wider.
His front hit my back and he gripped my hip. He slid his hand up one thigh, then the other, before running a finger between my slick folds.
“Oh, God,” I rasped.
His hand hit my ass again and I squeaked quietly. “What do you want, Quin?”
“More,” I whispered.
He slapped my pussy gently and whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you, Quin?”
“God, yes.”
He grabbed my hips and slid into me. Harder than he ever had before and I almost came. My head dropped back of its own accord and I sighed with relief.
“You gonna control yourself?” he asked.
“Will I get spanked again?”
“Do you want to get spanked again?”
“Hell, yes, I do.”
“Then, don’t come.” I bobbed my head up and down and was rewarded with his hand on my ass again. “Good girl.”
“Maybe wait to do more of that until I’m allowed to come,” I rasped.
“Okay, baby.” He chuckled and pushed me gently lower on the bed, slamming into me. Flesh slapped against flesh as our bodies became one, and an orgasm threatened to hit. I wanted to come… wanted it more than anything, but I needed this to last. Goosebumps whispered across my skin and I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait much longer. “Knox,” I begged.
“Wait,” he panted out.
I groaned. “I can’t.” And I came. He thrust a few more times and then grunted as he followed me into climax.
Sliding out of me, he headed to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and pressing it between my legs. Once he’d cleaned me up, he climbed back into bed and pulled me against his body. “Thank you,” I whispered.
He kissed my temple. “You’re welcome.”
“In case I don’t say it enough, you’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” I slid my hand up his chest, then traced the owl tattoo over his abs. “Sometimes I feel like I need to pinch myself to know you’re real.”
He chuckled. “If you start pinching yourself, your whole body will be covered with bruises, baby, so let’s not do that, huh?”
“Cocky bastard.”
He rolled me onto my back and hovered above me. “Easy to be cocky when my woman shows me every day how much she values me.”
“If that ever changes, you’ll tell me, right?” I stroked his cheek. “I never want you to feel taken for granted.”
“Ditto, Quin.”
I leaned up and kissed him gently. “Okay.”
“Okay,” he whispered, and kissed me again, then we held each other until I finally succumbed to sleep.
* * *
Monday afternoon, I followed Willow into Firefly, excited for our afternoon of pampering, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. The lobby and reception area was void of both staff and clients. I grabbed Willow’s arm and tugged her back. “Wait.”
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“There’s no one here,” I whispered.
“So?”
“Willow, there is always someone here.” I pulled her back outside, almost running into Stump.
“You forget something?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Something’s wrong.”
“Out,” he ordered, and pushed us gently toward Rabbit. “Rabbit, get them gone.”
Rabbit nodded and led us to my car, putting his cell phone to his ear as we walked. “Doom, we got a problem.” Rabbit nodded. “Yeah, brother. We got ’em.”
“What about Jazz and Liv?” I challenged.
Rabbit didn’t answer me as he hung up and opened my driver’s door. “Back to the compound. Don’t make any stops.”
* * *
Jasmine
“I don’t know what you want from me,” I said, holding my hands up in surrender.
Ninety-two year old Opal Ellis currently sat in a wheelchair with her butler Geoffrey standing sentry beside her, a gun aimed at my head. I had been finalizing some paperwork in my office so I could enjoy the afternoon with my girls when Opal had requested to speak with me alone. She was an old client, so I let her and Geoffrey into my office.
Rookie mistake.
Especially considering her grandson, Thomas, had tried to kill me.
“You murdered my precious Thomas,” Opal said.
Shit. My phone was on my desk just out of reach. Liv had been in here with me, but stepped into my private bathroom just before Opal and Geoffrey came in. I really hoped she’d stay there.
“I didn’t do anything to Thomas,” I said calmly. “He kidnapped me and nearly killed me.”
“He was trying to prove how much he loved you.”
Was she high?
“Miss Opal, I understand you come from a different generation—”
“You little cunt,” she snapped. “Don’t condescend to me.”
“Excuse me?”
“You little biker whores stole my men.”
“What the fuck?” I hissed out.
“Watch your mouth,” Geoffrey ordered, waving the gun at me again.
I forced myself not to cover my belly with my hands. I had just taken a pregnancy test this morning, and had yet to tell Alamo he was going to be a dad. The last thing I needed was for them to know I was carrying precious cargo.
“What do you want, Miss Opal?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
“I want justice. You murdered Thomas and Michael and you need to pay.”
“I had nothing to do with them dying, Opal.”
“Your biker scum husband did, though, and I demand justice.”
I was about to respond when, without warning, a loud bang deafened me, then something warm and wet covered my face.
I watched as Geoffrey fell to the ground and I stood frozen as Miss Opal screamed. I didn’t register what the hell was going on until my man burst through the door and scooped me up into his arms. I am not a small woman, but he picked me up like I weighed nothing and rushed me to the bathroom.
“Fuck!” Olivia said. “Was she shot?”
Alamo guided me to the toilet and sat me on the lid. I couldn’t focus. I had no idea what was happening. It wasn’t until he ripped open my thousand-dollar blouse and the sound of the buttons hitting the tile floor shocked me into the present. I slapped at his hands. “What are you doing? I love this top.”
His hands cupped my face. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” I pulled away from his touch and looked down. “I mean, I don’t think so.”
“Olivia!” Doc bellowed.
“Back here,” she replied, and Doc rushed into the room.
“You okay?” he demanded, crowding her against the vanity.
“Yeah. I hid in here like the pussy I am.” She nodded toward me. “You need to make sure Jasmine’s okay.”
Doc studied her for a few seconds, then hunkered down in front of me. “You hit?”
I shook my head.
He took my pulse and did a cursory exam while I sat on the toilet.
“I’m going to be sick,” I warned, and stood so I could open the lid, losing everything I’d eaten that morning. Doc and Olivia gave me some privacy, but my husband stuck around.
Alamo ran his hands over my body again, then held my hair gently behind my back. “Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
I groaned. “Honey, I’m puking my guts out in the toilet, can we revisit this conversation when I’m done?”
“Fuck. Doc!”
“I’m here,” Doc said, stepping back into the room.
“Why the fuck is she sick?” Alamo demanded.
“I didn’t see any outward signs of injury, brother. I’d need to do a more thorough exam to see if she was hit. The adrenaline could be keeping her from feeling the pain.”
“You need to find out what the hell is goin’ on!” Alamo snapped.
“Stop!” I begged. “I’m okay, Mo. I’m not shot.”
“I want Doc to make sure.”
I grabbed his arm. “I’m throwing up because I’m pregnant.”
“What?”
“I took two tests this morning after you dropped me off. I was going to surprise you tonight, but… well, now you’re freaking out, so…” I pushed myself off the floor and washed my hands and face.
That was when I realized I had blood all over me and I lost my shit, letting out a primal squeak as I ripped at my remaining clothes trying to get the grossness off me.
Doc walked out again and pulled the door closed behind him while Alamo tried to calm me down. He pulled me against him and wrapped his arms around me. “I’ve got you, Firefly. We’ll get you cleaned up and the guys will take care of cleaning your office.”
“Why did she do that?” I rasped, burying my face in his chest.
“We’re workin’ on that.”
“Who shot Geoffrey?”
“Dalton.”
“How did you know I was in here?”
Alamo stroked my back. “Quin didn’t like the fact your lobby was empty and Olivia’s been givi
ng us a play-by-play over text.”
God, I loved my girls. They were the best friends I’d ever had.
“I want to go home now,” I whispered.
Alamo grabbed one of the salon robes and wrapped me in it, then took me home.
Quinlan
KNOX AND DASH were waiting for us when Willow and I drove through the compound gates. Willow jumped out once I parked, but Badger was at my door before I could do the same, pulling it open. “You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, honey, we’re good. Do you know what’s happening?”
“Some old lady and her manservant are holding Jazz at gunpoint in her office.”
I gasped. “What?”
“Come inside, baby. Need you safe before I lose my shit.”
I sighed and climbed out of the car. “I am safe.”
He pulled me against his body and kissed my temple. “Inside.”
I kissed him gently. “You gonna feed me?”
“Yeah, Welly, I’m gonna feed you.”
I grinned and led him inside.
* * *
Badger
“Hold up,” I said, leaning over the meeting table. “You’re saying that old lady was runnin’ the whole fuckin’ thing?”
Doc and Alamo had returned an hour ago and called an all-hands, which meant asses were in chairs while our women made sure Jasmine was smothered with female fussing. She’d insisted on Alamo bringing her back to the compound once she cleaned up, and Doc took the opportunity to call the meeting.
“Yeah,” Doc said. “She was having an affair with Michael and Geoffrey, and had her own little posse of murderers.”
“Wait,” I said. “She’s older than dirt and in a wheelchair. How the hell does that work?”
“She hasn’t always been in a wheelchair,” Alamo ground out.
“Yeah,” Doc said. “Dalton said it had been going on for years. She’d taken them in as teenagers and groomed them from there.”
“Holy shit, she’s a fuckin’ predator,” I snapped.
“Jesus,” Dash hissed.
“What’s going to happen to her?” I asked.
“Dalton isn’t forthcoming with that information at the moment, but I have a feeling she’ll die in prison.”
“Or before she even makes it there,” Alamo added.
“Not by you, Alamo,” Doc warned.
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