by J. M. Walker
I dropped the subject. We continued to walk in silence until we got a couple blocks away from the club. After Angel and Jay had a run-in with Tyler, a silent agreement passed between Coby and me. We had worked together for so long that no words needed to be said. When Tyler was forced to leave the grounds, I had already decided that I was going to confront him. I didn’t care who he was or how tough he may be. He didn’t scare me. I had come face to face with the Devil himself. Tyler was a fucking pussy compared to my step-father.
“The girls are going to be pissed and Angel is going to hand our asses to us for this.” I shoved my hands in my pockets, the cool air whipping around me.
Coby smirked.
I shook my head. He lived for excitement. Silent in the night. You didn’t see him coming until it was too late. As cliché as that sounded, it was the truth. He was the ghost in the night. The shadows in the corners of your bedroom. He was a good man, but cross him and he would put you out before you knew what was happening.
We hadn’t discussed what we would say to Tyler but we would get a couple hits in before words left our mouths. My bones vibrated, my heart racing in anticipation of what was to come.
“One more block.” Coby popped the collar on his black leather jacket, his stance becoming relaxed and calm. This was his time. Between the two of us, I was the talker, and that was saying something when the only person I tended to talk to was Meeka.
When we walked that last block, I was shaking with the need to hit something, and I couldn’t wait for my target to stand in front of me.
“He’s inside.” Coby glanced at his phone, pressed a couple buttons, and put it back in his pocket before turning to me. “Ready?”
“Fucking a.”
The building was booming with a loud heavy bass. The walls shook, vibrating from the sound of the music. As Coby and I casually walked into the clubhouse, no one approached us or said a word. It was almost too easy.
“Did you show up for the women or for me?”
That voice. Fuck me with a rusty chainsaw.
Coby caught my reaction and turned around slowly.
I followed his gaze, my eyes landing on Charles Brian. What the hell was he doing there?
Charles smirked. “Surprised to see me?”
Coby frowned, no doubt wondering how Charles knew me.
Shit. A part of me was thankful that I had left Meeka back at the King’s Harlots clubhouse. Charles would have eaten that shit up otherwise.
“And who do we have here?” Charles asked Coby. “I have some toys that would be perfect for you.”
Coby’s jaw twitched. “Your toys as you say, couldn’t handle my kink.”
“Ah.” Charles’ eyes brightened. “Well—”
“We aren’t here for you,” I told Charles, my palms becoming twitchy. Just as I was about to question my brother over the odd statement, two large men came up behind him. Well, this night just got a whole lot better.
“Ah, so you’re here for Tyler.” Charles nodded. “Makes sense seeing as his ex is dating your brother.”
“How the hell do you know that?” I demanded.
“Now, now, children, play nice.” Tyler came up behind them, his eyes narrowing. “Follow me.”
I opened my mouth to argue. My hands clenched into fists at my sides.
“Calm, my brother,” Coby whispered in my ear, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Remember the reason we are here.”
I nodded once.
We followed Charles, Tyler, and the two large mother fuckers down a long narrow hallway. The bass from the speakers jarred my thoughts. Why were we there in the first place? Would it really help? Angel would be pissed. Blah, blah, fucking blah.
Every so often, Tyler looked back at us until we reached a double set of doors. He stood off to the side, waiting for whatever was behind door number one.
“After you,” he sneered, crossing his thick arms under his chest.
Charles pushed through the doors, the music becoming louder as we stepped over the threshold.
I tried … I tried so fucking hard not to see. Without averting my eyes and making it obvious, I stared straight ahead. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw them. Girls. Boys. I would bet my life on it that they were all under the age of twenty.
If Coby was affected by the sight before us, he didn’t say or do anything. No reaction crossed his face. He would have his own way of dealing with things when we left.
Everything in me said that Tyler had something to do with what had been going on over the past couple of months. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know why. I made a mental note to mention it to Angel. If he knew anything about Tyler being mixed in with this shit, he never said. Tyler was a dick but men like him still had a line they wouldn’t cross.
“So you came because you wanted a piece of me.” Tyler grazed his hand over the ankle of a young girl curled into a ball on a tiny stage. She whimpered, escaping him. He only chuckled.
Bile rose to my throat. We needed to get out of this room before one of us ended up dead. And it wouldn’t be me or Coby.
“You caused problems at our party,” I told him, my heart jumping when a door closed behind us.
“What the hell did you do at their party?” Charles demanded, leaning against a large oak desk in the far right corner of the room.
“I made an appearance.” Tyler scratched his jaw. “Nothing special.”
“That’s not what it looked like to me.” I glanced at Coby. “You?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“What gives, T?” Charles pulled a file off the desk and threw it at Tyler. “I have enough shit falling into my lap. I don’t need the problems with your ex-girlfriend added to the pile.”
“I only talked to her.” Tyler opened the file, a grin forming on his face. “Well, it looks like you have been busy,” he told me.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” There was no way any of them would know about our undercover operation. Hell, even the Captain had no idea. Angel didn’t do things by the book and even though it wasn’t my job, he recruited me because he knew I could take care of it. But when my gaze landed on the photo staring back at me, my world crumbled around me. The black and white photo showed my bedroom, my bed, and two very naked bodies on it. My chest panged. Red seared across my vision. These fuckers had been watching us the whole time. Words formed on my tongue, but they wouldn’t leave. I couldn’t even begin to say what I wanted to. Meeka. She was all I cared about. She would be pissed and disgusted that this happened. That I let it happen.
“I wonder how your little girl would feel if we showed her this.” Tyler pinched the edge of the picture, swinging it back and forth. Taunting me.
My back stiffened, rage bubbling from the deep pits of my gut.
“She won’t find out, now will she?” Coby interrupted. “You want to know why? Because you are a pussy. It’s why you showed up earlier when Angel wasn’t alone. You knew that we would pull him off of you. Did you have your crew hiding? Were they waiting for you to make the call?” Coby took a step forward. “You see, if it were me and I wanted to make an appearance to see my ex-girlfriend and scare her new boyfriend, no one would see me. I would show up during the night when everyone was asleep. Catch them off guard. Maybe show up in her room when the boyfriend went to take a piss, or better yet, when he went back to his place.” Coby’s voice dripped with venom.
Tyler stared at him, locked on the man looming over him. And that was the reaction Coby was going for.
Charles wouldn’t stop him.
“I would scare her a little bit,” Coby continued. “But I wouldn’t hurt her. I’m not a sick fuck like you people are. I don’t prey on women.”
“They’re the weaker sex,” Tyler added.
Coby laughed, the deep maniacal sound turning into a growl. “The women I know would eat you for dinner.”
And that was so fucking true. Meeka may be small but she was feisty as shit. She could definitely kno
ck me on my ass.
“You are weak then,” Tyler countered.
“We’re weak. Hey, Asher,” Coby said. “Did you hear that?”
“I sure did.” I grinned. It was funny seeing that side of Coby. Anyone who didn’t know him, would think this was him, but I knew it wasn’t. He was acting. No one knew the real him. Even us, his squad and brothers—we only knew that he was quiet but lethal.
“All right, gentlemen.” Charles picked up another file off his desk. “Do I have to show you more pictures? Or did you want to get right down to business?”
“How do I know that’s even me? It could be doctored.”
“Yeah, because other couples are going to end up naked in your bed.” He rolled his eyes. “Come on now. You’re smarter than that.”
I couldn’t bring Meeka back to my place. Not until this was over with and all the cameras were gone. The place would be swept for bugs, and after, I would sweep it again to be sure. But I would have to tell her. As much as I didn’t want to, she deserved to know. The picture didn’t show all of her, thank fuck for that, but it showed enough.
I was going to kill him.
As soon as Angel gave me the go ahead, Charles would be mine.
***
(Meeka)
An hour after Coby and Asher left, I sat at the bar while Creena cleaned up. Max and Brogan had ushered everyone out of the club so we could spend the rest of the night in peace and quiet. Angel and Jay never left her room. There were no sounds of yelling so I hoped for the best that they were talking through their problems. Or they could have been like Asher and me and just have sex instead.
“Hey, boss,” Creena greeted, wiping up the counter.
I spun on my stool, finding Jay standing at the entrance to the hallway. Her shoulders drooped, dark bags circled under her eyes. She yawned, rolling her shoulders back and forth.
“What’s going on?” she asked, her gaze moving around the now empty club. “Where is everyone?”
“Max kicked everyone out,” Brogan jabbed, sliding onto the stool beside me.
“Good.” Jay nodded once. “Where are the guys?”
“Stone left shortly after Dale did,” I answered. “And both Coby and Asher went to take care of something.”
Jay raised an eyebrow. “What?”
I shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Angel came up behind her, kissed her head, and whispered something in her ear.
She tilted her head, waiting.
He smiled, placing a soft peck on her mouth. “I love you, princess.”
“I love you, my king,” she muttered.
If I could gush without sounding like a dork … Oh, screw it. “I think that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”
Jay’s cheeks reddened, her eyes twinkling as she watched Angel head out the front door.
“Everything okay?” Max grabbed two bottles of water, handing Jay one before taking a sip of her own.
Jay inhaled a sharp breath. “It will be.”
TWENTY-ONE
Meeka
WE HAD EXPLAINED to Jay that Coby and Asher had somewhere to be. They wouldn’t tell us what or even who they were meeting.
When Angel left, Jay couldn’t stop pacing back and forth in front of the bar.
“Something isn’t right,” she said. “I can feel it.”
As soon as those words left her mouth, the door banged open. Asher and Coby both barged into the large room.
“Um … I think he needs something,” Brogan muttered.
Waiting for her to make fun or joke about exactly what Asher needed, I swallowed hard when she didn’t continue.
His gaze moved back and forth over the room before they landed on me. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides. His nostrils flared. His mouth set in a grim line. But what caught my attention was the look of pure hard lust in his eyes.
A sheen of sweat coated his brow, his shirt wrinkly and unkempt. His gaze roamed down the length of my body, heating my skin on fire. I had heard about that. The power of erotic desire taking over so all thoughts fizzled out into nothing. That drive to ignore everything around you and just be. The tension cracked between us. I always imagined what it would be like to experience that loss of control. To be stressed to the point you just needed to fuck your way out of it until you felt better.
Rising from the stool, I waited. I wasn’t sure what Asher’s next move would be, but I would be ready.
Charging forward, he didn’t give me any time to comprehend what was happening. He hooked an arm around my waist and threw me over his shoulder.
Gasps and muttered voices sounded from around us, but all I could focus on was the man needing something from me.
When we reached my room, he threw the door open.
“Asher.” My voice trembled, but my body was on fire. I didn’t always know what to expect with him. He was intense, rough around the edges but he always thought of me first. He pleased me in ways I only read about in my filthy romance books. He took pleasure to a whole new level.
He didn’t say anything. He kicked the door closed and in two large steps, had me on the bed. Ripping open his jeans, he pulled me to the edge of the mattress.
I had no control. Over my body. Over Asher. Over the raging emotions coursing through me. It had nothing to do with how we felt about each other. It would be pure hard sex. He needed me. He brought me along for the ride, making sure to take what he wanted to make himself feel better.
Asher lifted my dress to my hips. “Fuck,” he snarled, his fingers cupping my bare ass. “You listened to me.” Lowering to his knees, his mouth was on me before I could comment.
Arching beneath him, I gripped the blanket. Heat swam over me. Pleasure forced my brain numb.
Asher’s tongue thrust inside me, sucking and licking until I was crying out his name. He didn’t let up, giving me another shattering release before he flipped me onto my stomach.
Panting, my core was still tingling from the scruff of his jaw and the ecstasy he had built in me since the very beginning.
“I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop,” his voice rumbled over me, vibrating through my bones.
A moan escaped me, my fingers digging into the blankets.
A belt buckle clanked. Heavy breathing filled my ears. The next thing I knew, Asher loomed over me and grabbed hold of my hands.
He grunted, slamming into me in one full thrust.
I cried out, spots dancing in my vision at the unexpected invasion.
He didn’t let up. With each powerful thrust, my hips lifted off the bed. His body was hard, full, and throbbing for me.
He towered over me, pumping hard and deep.
I was trapped between him and the mattress, my feet dangling over the edge, but all I could feel was him. His power. His strength. His need for me. He forced the pleasure from my body, breathing it in and using it to make us both feel better.
Asher’s mouth moved down the length of my neck, his hot breath scorching the side of my face. His low grunts rumbled deep, vibrating through his chest. “I need you,” he groaned. “So fucking much I can feel it deep in my bones.”
“You have me,” I panted, arching beneath him.
“Break for me, Meeka. Fall apart, and let the pleasure consume you.”
And I did.
***
(Asher)
I didn’t want to hurt her but the urge to drive into her so fucking hard took over my mind, body, and soul. After we got back from seeing Tyler, I was on edge. Coby noticed and told me to get my girl. I had every intention of being honest with her and tell her how I felt. But when I laid eyes on her and she smiled at me, all bets were fucking off.
With her trembling and writhing beneath me, I would claim what was mine. The fact she listened to me and didn’t wear panties almost made me come undone right then and there. Feasting on her body would never get old. Her sweet taste made my head swim. Her moaning my name while I lapped at her pussy like a starved man
sent shivers racing to the tip of my cock. She deserved to be savoured. And I would do anything to show her that she belonged to me.
I would make her mine.
Forever.
TWENTY-TWO
Meeka
I WOKE A couple of hours later to the mumbled sounds of Asher speaking. A light glowed from the phone in his hand. Sitting up, I moved behind him and placed my hand on his back.
His body relaxed. His gaze met mine, his eyes softening. “Listen, brother. I have to go. Yeah. She’s awake. No. We’ll be out in a bit.”
“Who was that?” I asked when he hung up.
“Coby.” Asher kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger. “Are you okay?”
I stifled a yawn, nodding. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I was rough, Meeka.”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t complaining.” I sat up, cupping his cheek. “We’ve had this discussion already. I like your roughness.”
Placing his hand over mine, he leaned into my palm. “I couldn’t control myself.”
“After you came back with Coby, I knew something was wrong.”
“We went to see Tyler.”
“You did?”
“We went to stop him from causing anymore shit for Angel and Jay, but—”
“But what?”
“Charles was there.”
My heart jumped in my chest at the mention of that man’s name. “He-he was?”
“Tyler is working for him. He has to be. It’s the only thing that explains why Charles was there in the first place.”
“No!” I shook my head. “That can’t be possible. He’s a douche but there’s no way.”
“He’s a sadistic fuck, Meeka.” Asher rose from the bed, pacing back and forth. “I’ll admit that we were shocked to see him but it all makes sense now.”
“So what happened when you saw him?”
“It eventually ended up with my fist landing against Tyler’s jaw.” Asher smirked, rubbing the bruises on his knuckles.
“You have to tell Jay,” I insisted. “Even though none of this makes sense, she needs to know what’s going on.”
