Envy

by K. T Fisher

  “You’ll be fine.” I wrap my arm around her.

  “She just has to understand you are your own person.” Lauren adds.

  There’s a couple of minutes of silence and I know Drew’s good mood is falling from her chat with her dad. I need to cheer her up.

  “I’ve been thinking about the idea of us working together.” I begin.

  As soon as I speak the words she jumps up and smiles broadly. “Oh my god me too!”

  “I’ve even found the perfect spot.” I quickly add. “It’s just around the corner, and not too expensive.”

  “That’s great, because I spoke to my dad about it and him and Devlin think it’s an amazing idea!” Drew claps.

  “Devlin?” I ask.

  “Yeah, he was with me when I was speaking to my dad. They don’t like me working in the bar, so I’m not surprised but what shocked me was that they said the club will pay!” She squeals.

  “No!” I gasp.

  “Yes!” She screams. “Devlin said it would be a great addition to the other businesses they own. We would be in charge of course, my dad just said we need to sort the money situation out.”

  “Money situation?” I ask.

  “Yeah, they don’t want anything back, but just said to sort how to split the earnings.” Drew explains.

  “That’s amazing.” I can’t believe the club would do this for us. I’m not used to this kind of kindness.

  “Congratulations girls.” Lauren smiles.

  “I say we need another celebration night.” Drew grins.

  “I agree to that. What about you Tash?” Lauren smirks in my direction. The sneaky bitch.

  “Count me in.” I smile to Drew because the smug look on Lauren’s face is annoying to look at. She’s lucky I love her so much.

  After Drew left my father’s office, we spoke in great detail about what happened at the house we found the Devil Spawn hiding. We needed payback for what they did to Lauren, Natasha and Elise. These girls are family and all mean a lot to us. Lauren is not only my brothers’ old lady, but she’s the woman of the clubs Vice President. That makes it even more important to us. Elise is my cousin and is therefore family by blood and Natasha is a whole other story. I want revenge for the three of them as much as everyone else. Grim is busy, so I have the joy to deliver the news to our dear dad.

  “Do you have Strike?” He asks me.

  I have to answer him honestly. “No.”

  His face is furious. “What the fuck Dev?”

  “He got away!” I shout back.

  “I don’t give a shit! He needs to pay for what he did to our girls!” He kicks the table, making it fall over with everything on top of it.

  “We got three of his men.” I say, hoping to calm him.

  My dad stills, heavily breathing as he takes in my news. “That will do for now.”

  “Grim is seeing to them now.” I let him know, hoping he understands what I’m not admitting out loud.

  With a heavy sigh he gives me a small smile. “Make sure your brother doesn’t kill them all. We need some info before he does.”

  I go to turn around and join Grim with the captured Devils, but my dad stops me. “The Devil Spawn need to pay for what they did. All of them will die.”

  With a quick nod I leave his office. Something doesn’t feel right to me, I don’t know what it is but I can feel it. Why did Strike know to make a run for it?

  He couldn’t have been that lucky to get out that fast. We had the shitty little house surrounded. When we stormed in he was my main focus. I need to end Strike, Natasha hasn’t exactly told me what went on while she was in the Devils hands but Elise has. She gave me few details after I begged and what she told me I didn’t like. Strike seemed to like Natasha as his little play thing, even more so before Lauren showed up and they shared his fucked up desires. Just thinking about it boils my blood.

  What men were left in the house had a beating from me and the rest of the club. God it felt good to kick them to the ground. It turned dirty as expected and shots were fired, some Devils members died but thankfully no Kings were harmed. The only surviving Devil members were brought back to the clubhouse with us for information. We won’t relax until every last Devil is dead. No Kings woman will be touched and that needs to be made crystal clear. If it was up to me every last Devil member would be dead but my dad wanted some men for questioning because we desperately need to put an end to Strike. That’s why my dad is president because he thinks, and that’s why Grim is second in line because not only is he the oldest but his brain works the same as dads and that’s what we need in a club president.

  As I’m walking towards the warehouse where the Devils members are waiting with Grim and the others, Spliff and Menace chase me down and walk together. We quietly talk as we go through the clubhouse and I spot Natasha at the corner of my eye as she sits with the girls but I can’t let her distract me right now. I’m in business mode and I will chase her down when I’ve done.

  When we enter the warehouse, the very one that Lauren killed Demon in, I hear the moaning and grunting of injured men. I round the corner and see Grim punching one of the three men as his arms are chained above his head.

  “Tell me where he is!” Grim shouts in anger. The Devil member doesn’t answer, instead he coughs up some dark blood onto the floor.

  “Now look what you’ve done.” I say as I step closer to my brother. “He’s got blood on the floor.”

  Grim smiles at me and then looks down at the bloodied man. “You’ve pissed my brother off.” I walk over to another of three men, he’s sat on the floor with his hand tied behind his back around a wooden post. His face is bloody and he looks as if he’s passed out.

  “You got any info yet?” I ask Baby.

  “No.” He frowns. “None of them are giving in, I think Grim’s going to take it up a notch.”

  “Good.” I nod. “Dad’s pissed and we need details.”

  “I’ll tell Grim, you see to BO.”

  “BO?” I ask him.

  “Yeah, the third member over there. He stinks of B.O so we named him BO.” Baby shrugs as he then walks over to where Grim is beating the shit out of the man tied up. I look to my right and see the third man sat on a chair, his hands and legs are all secured and he doesn’t look like he’s been touched yet. However when I walk closer to him I see how dirty he looks and his stench drifts up my nose.

  “Fuck you stink.” I frown down at him.

  “That’s not very nice.” Scrappy laughs as he joins me.

  “It’s the fucking truth.” I kick the man in the chair.

  “You spoke to Prez?” He asks as I survey the filthy bastard sat in front of me.

  “Yep and we need info.” I reply, thinking over what I should do to my new toy.

  I kick him until he looks up at me. “Where’s Strike?”

  BO smirks at me, still keeping quiet and I already makes me angry.

  “Where is Strike?” I growl, punching him square in the face. Scrappy winces beside me, everyone knows how good my right arm is but it doesn’t make the man chained in the chair talk. Already getting bored of his game, I walk over to the wall of many toys and get down my Dads’ favourite saw. I notice everyone looking over at me, I’m not that known for my mean streak like Grim but that’s because nothing major like this has ever happened to someone I care so much about.

  “You see this?” I ask BO as I stop in front of him. “This is my Dads’. It’s big and sturdy, you know why?”

  He doesn’t answer me, but I do see his Adams apple nervously bob up and down and his eyes are fixed on the saw in my hands.

  “It’s so it can almost cut through anything.” I grin down at him. “Shall we give it a try?” I don’t wait for an answer. I order Scrappy to hold his arm out and Baby runs over to hold BO still for me. I rest the saw just above his elbow and pause to ask him again.

  “Where’s Strike?” I ask, but again I get no answer. With a deep laugh, I turn and watch the saw as I dig it
further into his skin. His screams fade away as I loose myself in the mission I’ve been handed.

  Two arms and one leg later, we have some information on Strike and we call it a night. By morning I very much doubt the Devil members will be alive anyway but at least we have some news on the fucker. I head straight to my room and shower. Grim can take care of getting the information to Dad. I don’t want anything belonging to that filthy bastard left on me any second longer. Plus, I know Natasha was hanging around earlier in the day, I don’t want her to see me in a bloody mess.

  I spot her through the window as she’s sat outside, alone. Taking advantage of the situation, I head straight for her. I haven’t properly spoken to her since I left her at Grim and Lauren’s place last night. I loved the flirty texts this morning though, shit they got me hard.

  “Hello beautiful.” I greet her from behind and take a seat next to her.

  “Devlin.” She greets with the most gorgeous smile. Shit, she’s got me deep.

  “Why you all alone?” I ask her.

  “Drew and Lauren will be back any minute.” She answers.

  “Well,” I say as I shuffle a little closer to her. “We better hurry before they do then.”

  Natasha laughs at my teasing, but little does she know a lot of what I’m saying is the truth. I want nothing more right this second than to take her lips in mine.

  “I say we do.” She teases right back.

  “You flirt.” I grab her thigh into my hand and she looks down at it. “I pictured you in the shower this morning.”

  A light blush spreads across her face and my cock stirs.

  “I thought of you while I was in the shower.” Fuck she gives it right back and I fight to keep my cock at bay.

  Natasha laughs and I must have a strange look on my face as I fight the boner in my jeans. The sound of her laugh and the look on her face calms my nerves. She’s so fucking beautiful. Apart from female family members, I’ve never thought of a woman as beautiful. Sure I’ve seen hot, sexy and fuckable women but none of them measure up to Natasha.

  She takes a sip of her drink through her straw and as she licks her lips clean, my cock springs to attention. Natasha has no fucking clue just how much she affects me. Walking away from her last night was one of the toughest things I’ve ever done. I don’t normally do shit like that for anyone, but I respect Natasha a lot. I will wait as long as it takes for her to open up to me. She’s been through enough shit and she doesn’t need me shagging her leg like a fucking horny dog.

  A breeze picks up and her perfume has me smelling the closer. I love that smell. I’d love it even more if I could smell every last inch of her.

  “So, Drew told me what you said to your dad.” Natasha interrupts my dirty thoughts.

  My mind draws a black as I try to clear the fog of Natasha being naked.

  “About the salon?” She asks.

  “Yeah.” I shake my head. “I’m happy for the two of you.”

  “Thank you.” She smiles.

  “You don’t have to thank me for anything babe.” I squeeze her knee.

  “No I do.” She insists. “Drew told me that it was you who put the idea in Franky’s head.”

  “I was just reminding him of what a good investment it will be.” I take a sip of my beer. “Besides, he will try to do anything to make his girls happy.”

  At hearing my Dad thinking of her as one of his girls, she smiles. I guess she’s never known that family bond that we share here. She needs to get used to the fact that when you come into the club and settle as much as she has, you become a family member and Natasha defiantly is but to me she’s so much more. Natasha leans into me and lands a soft kiss on my cheek. It’s so innocent and strange but I want it again as soon as her lips leave my skin.

  “Thank you.” She whispers and I freeze in shock. How has a simple kiss on the cheek got me so hard I don’t think I can walk?

  Natasha giggles and bites down on that plump bottom lips pf hers. I can’t help but groan as I watch. I reach over and take her beautiful face in my hands. Her eyes widen in shock and fuck she looks adorable. I can’t hold back anymore.

  “Seeing you bite on that damn lip of yours does crazy shit to me babe.” I moan, and quickly take her lips against mine.

  Natasha only pauses for half a second, and then she’s returning the kiss just as eagerly as I am. I tangle my hands in her hair as she groans and scoots closer to me. Natasha grips onto my arms, her nails digging into my flesh but I can’t feel a thing. My focus is on her and how good her lips feel against mine.

  When we break away we keep eye contact, Natasha is breathing hard and within a few seconds she breaks out another smile. I love seeing her smile.

  I spot my sister Drew and Lauren spying at us through the doors from the clubhouse and decide to let them come out and join Natasha. I need to get back to my dad anyway however I would much rather continue to stay here and kiss Natasha some more.

  I slowly get up from my seat, and place my beer on the table because before I go I need to rearrange this huge bulging hard on. I tuck my cock behind my belt as I turn from Natasha and when I look back I see she’s snickering at me, little minx.

  “I’ll catch you later.” I say, and kiss her on the forehead.

  It’s hard to walk away for two reasons, I don’t want to leave her and my cock!

  As I uncomfortably away from Natasha, I meet Lauren and Drew as they stare wide eyed.

  “Girls.” I greet them as I continue to walk by. I can’t help but laugh to myself at the shocked looks on their faces. I know for a fact that they saw our kiss and now I feel a little sorry for Natasha because I know they will be quizzing her all about it. However on the other hand, I like the fact that she will be talking about me.

  One thing’s for sure, I need to sort myself out before I walk into my Dads office.

  “So how are the club bunnies behaving with you now that their leader has gone?” I ask Lauren.

  We’re sat in the clubs kitchen making some sandwiches, talking about Lauren’s first official day at Allure Magazine starts tomorrow and she’s freaking out. The conversation made me hungry so we moved into the kitchen.

  Lauren laughs. “Better now that Dyson is no longer here.”

  The sound of a sudden clang makes me jump. I quickly spin around with a hand clutching my heart to see what it was. I see Lauren frozen and her buttered knife fallen onto the floor.

  “Lauren?” I ask, walking closer to her.

  “Oh my god! I’m a horrible person.” Her eyes are wide and she looks pale.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask. “Of course you’re not.”

  “No I am.” She cries. “I’m joking about a woman’s death. Who would do that Tasha? Not a good person!”

  I quickly walk right up to her and hold her tightly. “No, I started it. Sorry it’s not your fault.”

  “You didn’t force me to say those things.” She sulks.

  “Look, at the end of the day she was a bitch to you and nearly got you killed. It wasn’t your fault that she ran to Demon.” I point out. That whore nearly got my best friend killed by the very men who ripped us from our lives before. I’m not sorry she’s not around anymore. I manage to calm her down and we eat our sandwiches together.

  “To answer your question, yes they do act different around me now.” Lauren adds when we have nearly finished our food.

  “I agree.” I reply. “They seemed to have calmed down on the bitching.”

  “And the sleeping around.” Lauren observes. “I wonder if Dyson told them to sleep around.”

  “Maybe.” I think it over. “I was talking to Maci the other day, she’s one of the bunnies, and she did hint that they are free do to as they choose now. Maybe she was secretly telling me that Dyson was a slave driver?”

  Lauren rises her eyebrows. “Wow.”

  We wash up after ourselves because Laura and June will kill us if they find out we were in the kitchen and left them dirty dishes. When we
walk into the clubhouse main room, our theory is put to the test as some of the club whores walk by.

  “Hi.” Throttle smiles.

  “Hey.” Canyon adds as they walk by. Throttle, Canyon and Flex had known Dyson the whole time they were here so if anyone was going to be mean, it would be them.

  Lauren rises her eyebrows at me in response after saying her greetings to them. After all, Lauren has to make amends seeing as she’s with the VP. She can’t be holding her head high and act like she’s better than everyone else around here, even if she is better than some. When she’s top dog around here the women would want to feel like they can approach her just like they do with June and Laura now. However Lauren is a lot younger and I’m guessing some of the girls are already starting to warm up to Lauren more than they ever did with Laura, even if Laura is the current president’s wife.

  It seems like a nice day outside, so we decide to grab a table in the sunny outdoors and we’re not out here long when the bunny I was talking to earlier approaches us.

  “Hey.” Maci greets us both. Lauren’s back stiffens and I can see why she’s acting the way she is. After all these club whore and bunnies are after the men in the club and Grim is a very handsome man.

  “Hey Maci.” I smile up at her and gesture for her to join us. “Maci, this is Lauren.”

  “Oh I know.” Maci beams. “Everyone knows who you are around here Lauren. I mean, why wouldn’t they? You’re the VPs old lady and you’re flipping gorgeous!”

  Maci’s words make me giggle and Lauren looks a little awkward.

  “Shit, was I not supposed to say that?” Maci asks, looking at Lauren’s expression worryingly.

  “No, it’s ok.” Lauren smiles. “I haven’t seen you much around here.”

  Maci smiles a little. “I’m kind of new around here.”

  “Maci is a new bunny.” I add.

  “I still get confused by all these terms.” Lauren shakes her head.

  “I know, it can get tricky but I was bought up around MCs so I’m used to it. They all have their different terms but here it’s pretty simple.” Maci explains. “There’s the biker men of course and they have their own ranking system. You obviously know the family system because you’re in it already and then there’s girls like me, the bunnies. We are the younger girls around here that want to be taken care of by the club and will offer services in return, however those services are not sexual unless we want to. We help the old ladies clean and help with gatherings and parties, babysitting you name it.”