Freedom's Son: Savage Sons MC 3

by Jayna King

  Once inside, we entered a courtyard of clean-swept stone, the edges punctuated by terra-cotta pots filled with bright pink and white flowers. Past the courtyard was a huge expanse of green, close-cropped grass, and I saw a herd of small deer contentedly grazing in the yard of the enormous hacienda in the center of the compound, just past the lawn. Huge stone patios ringed the hacienda, and I suspected that the large, overhanging roof would provide welcome shade in the heat of the day. An enormous dining table, set for at least twenty people, dominated one end of the wide patio, while the other end was set with artfully arranged love seats and chairs in conversational clusters.

  "Wow," Krystal said from behind me as I slowed and came to a stop off to the side near a building that looked like a rustic barn on the outside, but was a gleaming garage on the inside.

  There were a couple of Mercedes and two huge, shiny Land Rovers parked at one end and, though the Jeeps stayed outside, a man motioned all of the Sons to pull their bikes inside to the opposite side. This was wealth on a scale I'd never seen before.

  "If you'll leave your bags, our men will bring them to the hacienda for you and get you settled in your rooms," Luis said, emerging from one of the Jeeps. "Come meet Don Roberto and have a drink, first. Then you can go to your rooms and freshen up for dinner."

  Luis led us out of the garage, and I grabbed Krystal's hand as we walked along the drive, taking a stone path toward the huge house. The deer didn't seem to be the least bit scared of us, and I figured they must be at least partly domesticated. An older man stood at the edge of the porch, watching us approach. He looked to be in his late sixties, salt and pepper hair a start contrast with his deeply-tanned and wrinkled skin. He wore a crisp white linen shirt over perfectly starched and pressed dark blue jeans.

  He radiated calm power.

  Luis bowed his head deferentially, and he began the introductions, omitting Krystal, of course. Don Roberto knew Joker, and he had met Sally and Zeno before, and he mentioned that it was good to see them once again, in his thickly-accented English.

  "But who is this lovely señorita?" Don Roberto asked, as he walked toward Krystal and reached for her hand, bringing it to his lips.

  Since no answer seemed to be forthcoming from any of the men, she answered for herself. "Krystal, señor. It's nice to meet you. You have a lovely home," she said, taking my hand back when he'd finished with it.

  "Your man is here?" he asked.

  "Yes," she answered, slipping her hand through my arm.

  "May I request the pleasure of sitting next to your beautiful woman for dinner this evening?" Don Roberto asked me.

  Like I should be the one who got to decide where she sat.

  "Yes, sir," I answered. "But only if you promise to take very good care of her," I said, no smile on my face. "She is very precious to me."

  "I thank you for the great honor, Luke. I will treat her as if she were my own daughter." Don Roberto turned to the rest of the Sons. "Welcome to my modest home," he said. "You are welcome to enjoy anything within these walls, but I ask that you stay inside the walls for your own safety. There are those who would do harm to my family and my friends. We want your stay here to be a restful and productive one," he said, ushering us to a cluster of chairs, where a plump maid in a black and white uniform waited with a pitcher of hibiscus tea and a selection of beer.

  Don Roberto sat down in one of the rattan love seats, covered with striped cushions, and he patted the seat next to him. "Lovely Krystal, what would you like to drink, my dear?"

  She scanned the selection of beer. "I'd like a Victoria, please," I answered, selecting the beer in the dark bottle and the yellow and white painted label.

  "Excellent taste," Don Roberto said. "Dos Victorias, por favor," he said to the maid.

  She poured the beers into two tall pilsener glasses and handed them to the Don and Krystal. Each of us chose a beer, and we all sat down, though I immediately claimed the chair nearest to Krystal. I was pretty sure that our host wouldn't do anything improper, but to say that I trusted him would have been a great exaggeration.

  "It's good to be back in Mexico," Joker said after taking a long drink of his beer.

  "It is our pleasure to host you. We have missed both your visits and your business," Don Roberto said.

  I couldn't tell if there was criticism in his voice or just a statement of fact.

  "Will you and your brothers be wanting some company after dinner?" the Don asked, as if he were offering a cigar or another drink."

  "Hell, yeah," Joker answered, polishing off his beer and reaching up to pluck another bottle of Corona from the maid's tray. "You got no idea how much I've missed your senoritas, man."

  "I have made arrangements for you. My wife and grandchildren are spending the evening at our home on the coast, so you can make yourselves at home."

  I hoped that I didn't need to make it clear that I didn't need him to provide me with a companion, but I figured I'd cross that bridge when I came to it. My first concern was making sure Krystal was safe. We finished our drinks, and Don Roberto nodded to the man who appeared at the edge of the patio.

  “Manuel will see you to your rooms, where I hope you will be comfortable. Dinner will be at nine this evening. Feel free to use the pool if you wish. It should still be warm enough for a quick swim before dinner." He looked at Krystal. "I hope I shall have the pleasure of seeing you at the pool sometime during your stay."

  Host or not, I wasn't going to let the Don hit on my girlfriend right in front of me. I was about to step in between them, when Krystal turned to me and slid herself under my arm, reaching up to take the hand that I draped over her shoulder.

  "Luke and I would love to go for a swim tomorrow, but right now, I think I'd like to freshen up and get dressed for dinner."

  "As you like," the Don said, nodding to me and taking his seat once again.

  Manuel led the group upstairs, and we were followed by several men who carried all of the bags we'd left in the garage. Manuel assigned us each a room, mine and Krystal's a little larger than some of the others. The rooms were lovely, all dark wood, cool, smooth stone floors, and windows shuttered from the inside.

  Once we'd closed the door behind Manuel, Krystal opened the windows and gasped. "Luke, come look at this."

  I could feel the cool evening breeze coming in through the newly opened window, and when I got to her side, I was stunned by the view. Not only could I see the courtyard that held an enormous, freeform pool, complete with hot tub and waterfalls, but I could see to the valley beyond the hacienda's walls. The last rays of the sun lit up the valley and painted the fields with a deep violet twilight. It was a foreign landscape, but it was every bit as beautiful as the view from my own back door. Less lush and green, of course, but every bit as lovely.

  Just entranced by the view, I was surprised to feel Krystal turn and wrap her arms around my waist, leaning her head into my chest.

  "Jesus, Luke, what a day," she said, sounding exhausted. "I could fall into bed and sleep for a week."

  "I know how you feel, but you're going to shower and get gorgeous for tonight. I need you to work your magic on Don Roberto and soften him up. If he's busy watching you, he'll be too busy to pay attention to what I'm doing."

  "And what will you be doing?" she asked, raising her head and looking at me with suspicion in her eyes.

  "I'm going to be learning everything I can about who we're dealing with, what the Sons have done here in the past, and anything I can pick up about Moses." I pulled Krystal close to me and enjoyed the feeling of her body pressed up against mine, even though we both needed a shower after a full day on the road. "Krystal, I think Zeno may be the key. He clearly knows something, and he's either too loyal or too something to talk about it. I'm going to see if a little tequila — or a lot — will loosen him up."

  Krystal pulled away from me and headed over to her bag, starting to get things together for her shower and for clean dinner attire. "I agree with you. Zeno's got a b
ig heart, and he loved Moses like a real brother. If he knows something — especially if it paints Moses in a bad light — he'll take it to the grave, unless you can convince him otherwise. It's not going to be easy."

  I sighed. "And this may not be the place to do it, but I'm going to give it a shot. Maybe if I can get him away from the others, it'll be easier." I watched Krystal as she carried her toiletries into the bathroom, and I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in all of the thoughts that clamored for attention in my head. Moses, Joker, Encantada, secrets … I wouldn't have told anyone, but I felt anxious, worried that I wouldn't be able to put the pieces together that both I and the feds wanted.

  They wanted information — names and reports on what sorts of illegal stuff were going on. I wanted to know what secrets Joker and the rest of the guys were keeping, what was hidden in their past that I was afraid made the core of the Savage Sons rotten and unsustainable. I realized as I sat there that I'd joined the MC because of an idea I had about what it could, or should, be like, rather than the reality of it. I'd been a naive fucking fool, and it hit me like a ton of bricks that both Sable and Krystal had been right. If I was right — if Moses and Joker had been up to something as bad as I thought, then the group of men I'd pledged to stand up for didn't deserve my loyalty. I believed — every part of me — that there was something good in the Savage Sons, but I was starting to fear that the bad outweighed the good, that a cancer had spread through the MC that would eventually kill it.

  Surprised by the strength of my feelings about the club and the potential for its demise, I resolved right then that I would do whatever I could to save it. If there were cancerous members, I'd cut them out, before their disease could spread any further. If there were wrongs that needed to be righted, amends that needed to be made, then I would take those steps. I was going to make things right, by whatever means were necessary. I stood up and walked to the window, watching as the lights in the pool came on and revealed a woman walking toward it, shedding a sarong as she neared the water. She had shockingly short hair for a place as conservative and old fashioned as Mexico seemed to be — at least what I'd seen of it. Her dark hair was spiked in a slightly longer version of a crew cut. It would probably have made her look butch if she hadn't been stunningly gorgeous. Even from my window on the second floor, I could see high, dramatic cheekbones and lush, full lips. She wore a one-piece swimsuit that covered less skin than any bikini I'd ever seen. Its stark white strings were the perfect contrast to her deep brown tan, and the curves of her full breasts were nearly entirely exposed by the deep v of the neckline that plunged well below her navel. As she turned and dove into the pool, I could see that the back of the suit was a thong that exposed a full, magnificent ass.

  Senoritas, indeed.

  "Holy shit."

  I jumped as I heard Krystal's voice right next to me. She, too, was watching the woman with an expression of utter admiration.

  "I'm totally straight, but she could change my mind," she said with a smile, and I realized that she was completely naked, apparently not worried in the least that someone from outside might see her standing close to the window.

  I couldn't help but reach for her. I guess because I felt so uncertain about everything else, I needed her right that second. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, tangling my fingers in her hair and grabbing her perfect and very naked ass. "I want you. Right now."

  "I was going to invite you to shower with me," she said, pulling back from my kiss momentarily. "It's not quite as big as our shower at home, but it'll do."

  "We can shower in a minute," I said, reaching down to unbuckle my belt, unbutton and unzip my jeans and pull out my cock, completely hard and begging to be buried inside her. I picked her up, settled her on my cock, and I fucked her hard against the wall, not even caring that we were right next to the window, and anyone who walked outside would be able to see us.

  The combination of the tension, Krystal's arms wrapped tight around me, and the day's danger had built to the point where I needed to lose myself in Krystal's body for a few moments. She was clearly as worked up as I was. I could feel her juices running down from the base of my cock, and her breath quickened as she neared her orgasm. She came, and I pressed her into the wall as I joined her, feeling my hot cum shooting into her pussy as her muscles clenched me.

  The whole act had only taken a couple of minutes, and I'd have apologized if I hadn't been very aware of how much she'd enjoyed herself. Arms still wrapped around me, she kissed me while I carried her into the bathroom before setting her down.

  "Now about that shower," I said.

  Chapter 19 -- Krystal

  I felt like a new person after taking a shower. It had been a while since I'd been on a long ride, and I'd forgotten how dirt-encrusted I always felt afterwards. Since I didn't want to be late for dinner, I just dried my bangs and twisted the rest of my hair up in a bun. I figured that a dramatic look was appropriate, so I put on a long, red strapless sundress and dark red lipstick. Long earrings that nearly brushed my shoulders completed the look, and I was ready in no time.

  Luke had gone out to sit in the bedroom while I got ready, and when I stepped out of the bathroom, I could tell by the look in his eye that he approved.

  "Goddamn, girl, you look gorgeous."

  "As good as the woman in the pool?" I asked, teasing.

  "I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response. Don Roberto's gonna have a heart attack when he sees you. You look good enough to eat."

  I smiled at him, thinking about how good he was at eating me. "You're welcome to do that later," I told him.

  "Consider it done." Luke checked the time on his phone. "Ready?"

  "Si, senor," I answered.

  He opened the door for me, and I walked out into the hallway. Since the interior of the house was nearly all hard surfaces, I could hear the sounds of men's laughter echoing up the stairs. Luke took my hand and we walked down together. When we emerged onto the patio, I could tell that it was already cooler than it had been just an hour before.

  "Hooo-wee, look who cleans up good," Joker said as we joined the group. "Krystal, if you ever want to leave that no-good son of mine, you feel free to look me up, darlin'."

  "Bonita," Don Roberto said, as he approached me with a flute of sparkling wine. "I should think about keeping you here for myself," he said as I accepted and nodded to him. "I am certain that I have something of value that you would exchange for your woman, no?" he asked Luke with a smile on his face.

  I knew he was kidding, but something about his tone of voice sent chills down my spine — as if he might actually be willing to trade something in order to own me.

  Luke met Don Roberto's gaze evenly, and it surprised me that he didn't take my hand or make some other physical move to indicate his possession of me. "Krystal is perfectly capable of choosing where she wants to be, Don Roberto, and I shudder to think of how she'd handle any man who tried to make her do something she didn't want to."

  Visions of some of the awful stuff Bug had done to me flashed in my head, and I realized that I no longer felt anything like the weak, pitiful girl who'd let a man abuse her like he did. Luke made me feel strong; he made me realize that I was strong.

  I blew Luke a kiss, took a sip of my champagne, and walked over to a rattan chair and sat down, acting as if I owned the place. I kept a serene, knowing smile on my face and waited to see what the men would do.

  Don Roberto roared with laughter. "Well, lovely lady, your wish is my command this evening. If there is anything you want — no matter how small or large — you let me know, and I will make it so."

  "You are a very gracious host, señor," I replied, pleased with how I'd handled the situation.

  Two young men dressed in crisp white shirts and black pants appeared, bearing bowls of guacamole and chips. They put them on the table, returned with plates of fresh lime wedges and salt shakers, as well as bowls of fresh salsa.

  Don Roberto gestured to the table. "Sit. Ea
t," he said to the group. "Krystal, my dear, will you do me the honor of sitting at my right?" he asked.

  I rose from my chair. "Indeed," I said, as regally as I could manage, going to the chair he indicated and sitting when he pulled the chair out for me.

  Dinner began in a happy, festive tone. While we devoured the fresh guacamole — delicious with lime juice and a little salt – the servers brought us beer, margaritas, whiskey … anything we wanted to drink. Another gentleman emerged from the house and lit a huge open grill — basically a raised fire pit built of red bricks, a rectangle of roughly three feet by four feet. He used a little lighter fluid to start some charcoal, and as the fire got hotter, he added some hardwood charcoal as well. The smell of smoke made me hungry.

  As the guacamole vanished and the men talked, I watched the man come back out with a huge platter of meats and vegetables. He laid a heavy metal grill over the fire as it started to burn down to hot coals. He took several bunches of onions — some variety I'd never seen before, with long green stalks at the top — and brushed them with olive oil and covered the grill with them. The smell was heavenly. After the onions had cooked through and flavored the grill, he put some sliced potatoes in a huge cast iron skillet with a little olive oil in it. He set that over the coals at one end and put flank steak, tenderloin, and ribeyes on the grill. Even though I'd eaten a ton of chips and guacamole, my mouth was watering.

  Don Roberto clinked his knife against his water glass to get our attention and quiet the noisy bunch. "Amigos," he began, clearly about to make a speech. "We welcome you to Mexico and to our humble hacienda. Let this meal be an offering to our renewed partnership. Drink our tequila, eat our food, and enjoy our beautiful women, with the knowledge that for the friends of Don Roberto, many blessings are possible. Let us eat and drink tonight, for tomorrow we will begin the very serious business of building our contract. Tonight, though, is for pleasure." He ended his little speech by looking directly at me.