Daydream (Oath Keepers MC)

by Sapphire Knight

  She remains quiet, picking at her sandwich. I’ve never had hate for someone like I do for Puppet. I want to take his life like he so easily has taken mine.

  That evening we crawl into bed; this time, together. It’s the first time since Maverick has been missing. After seeing Night so messed up over everything, I know he needs me. I have to show him that he’s loved and that I believe in him. Without him on his game, none of this will work the way we need it to.

  “I spoke to Spider; he’s going to hack into the phone company to get me the number that called before I broke my phone.”

  “So we’ll get to call tomorrow then?”

  “Yeah. Spider said he’ll have it for us first thing along with a new untraceable phone.”

  “Good. I really hope this works.”

  “It will. Puppet was livid over losing his own flesh. He’ll be all over this new information.”

  I nod, trying to stay positive. This will work. It has to. If not, I have no idea what to do.

  Night kisses my shoulder softly and I pull him to me, feathering kisses all over his face. It’s like worry lines have appeared out of nowhere. My beautiful man is falling apart. I don’t know if it’s because he’s exhausting his body or if the stress of it all is making them suddenly appear deeper. I hate seeing him like this; he’s normally so strong.

  My kiss lands on his lips next and he takes it up a notch, adding his skillful tongue to the mix. Within seconds his hand’s under my shirt, squeezing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. It feels divine to have my mind distracted for the first time in what feels like forever. I’m mentally drained, and his touch is a blissful reprieve.

  “I want you,” I whisper, my nails dig into his forearm, begging for more.

  “Yeah?” His husky breath trails over my shoulder as he presses more kisses to a spot I never realized could be so erotic. “I always want you, Daydream,” he states as his hand pushes my yoga pants down, freeing my lower half to him to do with as he pleases.

  His warm palm disappears momentarily to push his boxer briefs down and then he’s pushing his length inside me from behind. His cock stretches my center, the burn a welcome feeling.

  “Ah,” groaning lowly as he sinks in deeper.

  “You okay?”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  One more push as he grips my hip tightly with his fingers and he’s seated in me fully. It’s been years since I’ve felt him down there, and it was never like this. It was never soft and gentle like he’s showing me right now.

  His lips work their way to my back, kissing and biting me sweetly, enough to cause my hips to jump eagerly.

  “I missed you.” It takes a lot inside for me to admit feelings I’ve kept locked away, hidden from the world. But my words are true; I did miss him. Everything about him, especially the way he feels when he fills me so fully.

  At my admission, his teeth sink into my shoulder as he thrusts just a touch rougher.

  “Keep saying shit like that dollface. I love hearing you talk.”

  “Even here, like this?’

  “Especially like this. You mean everything to me, B. Wish you’d see that.”

  My throat grows tight and I swallow through the impending tears wanting to appear. Now’s not the time for them, but he just said something I’ve wanted to hear leave his mouth for years. Growing up, I didn’t think there was a man out there for me; I’m too much of a mess. Turns out I needed someone just as messy to get me and need me, to love me and keep me, like I want them to.

  “I hope so, Night, ‘cause I don’t know if I can continue to go through life without you.”

  “You don’t have to, I’m here,” he rasps as his mouth makes a blissful assault to my neck. His thrusts grow rhythmic, playing my body in its own sweet melody he’s slowly creating.

  He needs me to show him love right now, but I didn’t realize that I needed him to show me love too. When you’re a mom you learn to put your desires on hold. But Nightmare’s breaking through that, slowly filling up holes I didn’t know existed. He’s making me complete, and the crazy thing is, it’s all happening in the opposite order.

  Usually relationships begin, and you get time to build on to them, to be happy and in love before you face obstacles. For us, it’s been completely different. One thing after another we’ve been fighting through. At first, we fought against each other. Now, we fight against them together and it’s an entirely new feeling to have.

  “Don’t leave me again,” he mutters in my ear, pushing inside deep.

  “I won’t.” I reach back, my hand weaving into his hair, keeping his mouth to me.

  “Promise me, baby.”

  “I promise, Night, I promise.” Moaning, my legs clamp together tighter, making him feel even bigger as he glides in from behind.

  “I want stars, Bethany,” he orders, and I nod, concentrating on the amazing feeling, letting my orgasm build. He’s so damn bossy, but I love it.

  “Please.” The moan leaves me on a breath, but I have no idea what I’m asking for.

  He does though, as his grip on my hip tightens and his drive increases. He pumps into me over and over, pushing me over the edge. “Stars,” I gasp and he growls, finding his own release as I spiral through mine as well.

  “You fuckin’ blow me away, B.” He pulls free after a moment, moving to lie on his back.

  “That’s not the only thing I blow.” I turn to him winking, and for the first time this week, he grins.

  Day made.

  Spider hands me the new phone with the number already programmed in. I’m shaky. I want to call, but then I don’t. The last conversation I had with this motherfucker made me lose my shit. I don’t want B seeing me like that or my brothers for that matter.

  My gaze meets hers. She looks hopeful, and it gives me some strength. Taking a deep breath, I hit dial.

  “What the fuck do you want?” is said when he answers.

  Obviously, this crooked dick already knows who the hell’s calling. Bethany told me they’d stolen her phone before they took off. Spider tried searching for it, but they must’ve just used it to get my number and then turned it back off.

  “You know what I want, motherfucker.”

  “Ain’t happenin’, cunt, done told ya’ that.”

  “That was before. But you don’t know what I know.”

  “Cute, doubt it’ll help ya sort it out.”

  “You’d be surprised.”

  “Hurry up then.”

  “You said a son for a son, but what if I told you that you had a grandson? A grandson with your own blood running through his veins?”

  “Oh, you’re good. Stop trying to fuck with me.”

  “Swear to God, this kid was Ghost’s.”

  “Ghost?” His voice comes out a bit unsure all of a sudden.

  “Yep, and I happen to know who was pregnant with his baby when he was killed.”

  “If you’re lying, you’ll never see your son again. This, I promise you.”

  “It’s no lie. I want my kid back, and I’ll throw any motherfucker under the bus to achieve my goal.”

  “Noted. You expect me to give little Maverick up just for some information? If so, you’re mistaken.”

  “What if I could arrange for you to meet this kid? He looks just like your piece-of-shit son. He’s close to my son’s age, so plenty of time to become a part of his life.”

  “A part of his life? Ha, if what you say is true, that kid should be here. He’d be treated like the club prince he is.”

  “Well, you’d have to go through my brother, Twist. He killed your son and is raising your grandson as his own kid. He’d drill you full of holes before he let you anywhere near him. But, I could arrange it.”

  “And, in return, you want your kid back?”

  “I wouldn’t help you otherwise.”

  “Who says I need your fucking help? You couldn’t keep your own kid safe.”

  “Listen fuck face, I didn’t know he was in any sort of danger or
you would’ve never been able to breathe the same fuckin’ air as him. You want to meet your grandson, you go through me, and I get my kid back. That’s the only way this works. Your grandson is so well hidden, you’d never get to him.”

  “Fine. But I don’t give Maverick up until I get a DNA confirmation. If he’s really my blood, then send me a lock of his hair, and it will match with mine. If not, your son is toast after this scheme.”

  At his words, I choke out, “Done.” I want to retch, thinking of him harming Mav.

  “Have it tomorrow. Go to the market and give it to a cashier named Sonya. I’ll call you when I get the results.”

  “Let me talk to my son.”

  “Fine.” He speaks to a few people, and then my heart shatters in a million pieces as the small voice comes over the line.

  “Ummm…Daddy?”

  “Mav!” I shout. “Shit, are you okay? We love you, Mav, we’ll get you home. I promise you, son.” I ramble until Puppet’s demented laughter comes over the line.

  “I’ll be in touch.” He hangs up.

  Handing the phone to Bethany, I turn away from her. She has tears coating her cheeks, and it’s more than I can take. I puke up my toast from earlier in the nearest trash can. My body won’t stop shaking either; it’s to the point where it looks like that shaking disease folks get sometimes.

  Dainty arms wrap around me from behind, her face pressed into my back, just holding me. She’s giving me her strength and I need every bit I can get. I couldn’t let her be the one to speak to Puppet, to allow him to taunt her like that.

  “It’s okay, Nightmare. He bought it, and that was the first step.”

  “Twist will never forgive me. I’m trading one son for another,” I reply, shaking my head, sick with myself.

  “No, we’re doing what we have to, to get our son back. They brought this on us, we never asked for this. Now we do what we have to in order to protect Maverick, even if that means giving up a club secret.”

  “You realize my brothers can kill me for this?” I turn, finally facing her so she can see the sorrow in my eyes. I may get Maverick back, but there’s a good chance I’ll be taken from both of them.

  “Listen to me, if that happens, we’ll run.”

  “No, we won’t. I ran one time in my life when my father was killed. Never again.”

  “Then we’ll face them together. They won’t kill you, and, if they do, I swear, Night, I will make it my life’s mission to put every one of them in the ground.”

  Not gonna lie, my girl’s a goddamn badass. She’s so sexy when she turns into this overprotective alpha female.

  “I love you, Bethany. You know that, right?”

  She nods. “I know, Night, and I love you, too, with every breath in my body. I love you and our son. I always have.”

  Pulling her to my chest, I place my lips on her forehead, pressing a kiss there and smelling her hair. It brings me comfort, enough so my shakes subside and my head clears a bit more. I have to do this; there’s no other option. She’s right, and if my brothers can’t understand it, so be it. That’s a cross I’ll bear if I have to.

  I’ll do anything for my family, for my daydream.

  I broke my rules for you.

  -Love Quotes

  Surprisingly, Twist doesn’t try to kill me, as I was expecting. Neither do my brothers. I had forgotten something very important about Twist, that his little girl and first wife were murdered. So he understands why I had to tell his secret. He’s prepared to help. Sadie’s terrified, but I think she knows Twist is way too psycho to let anything happen to her or their son, Cyle.

  Everything goes down according to plan. I get a hair sample from Cyle with Twist’s blessing. I drop it off at the store with Sonya like Puppet instructed and then we wait.

  I don’t know how Puppet pulls it off, but he has results within twenty-four hours. I shouldn’t be surprised; the man has obviously been around awhile and wants to know if this boy is part of his family. I was ignorant to think the Iron Fists were stupid. You don’t get a reputation like they have by being total dumbasses. It’s the last time I underestimate anyone—ever.

  The time comes for us to actually meet up. I’m a wreck inside. We’ve thought about the absolute best ways to go about everything. We’ve even argued with Puppet over where to meet. Eventually, we come to an agreement, and my woman is vibrating, she’s so wound up. Can’t say I blame her; I think we all are. Not only does this involve Mav, but there’s a chance people will die today.

  Bethany follows me in her car, Twist and Cyle ride behind in 2 Piece’s truck, and a swarm of our brothers follow behind them. We’ve agreed that the brothers will stay back, along with Puppet’s club. They are here to escort us to and from the meeting point and be ready to come in if it goes south and we need them.

  The meeting point is at a scenic overlook on top of a mountain. There aren’t many in this area of Texas, and we happen to know the State Troopers travel this route frequently if we need them. We got lucky with Ares’ old Prez being in good with the Troopers. They weren’t dirty-dirty, but they looked the other way a lot for our club. This is a time we may need to have some law on our side.

  Yes we do some bad shit, but we also help make their job easier by cleaning up the filth around the city for them. In return, some things slide under the table, “unnoticed.”

  Pulling off the side of the road into the gravel, I park. Putting my kickstand down, I glance back to watch Bethany stop and then Twist pull in behind her. The brothers idle near us, waiting.

  There’s a decent chance this whole thing could go to shit. I hope not ‘cause there’s two little boys stuck right in the middle of it. I feel like a fucking failure dragging another kid in it, but shit happens. I have to grit through it and do what I have to.

  A line of bikes appear from the opposite direction, a truck smack in the middle of the formation. I’m pretty sure we’re all in shock. We were expecting their club to be some floaters, maybe some new recruits.

  It’s fucking huge; I’m talking a good twenty-five rolling up. With what we’ve discovered about them, too, I doubt this is barely a decent sized chunk of the club. I wouldn’t be surprised if the club is a hundred deep or more after seeing them roll up like this. I fucking hate this. Why couldn’t it just be a few hellions that I could easily take out. Instead it has to basically be a mob of men for me to work through to get to the middle.

  “Motherfucker,” I mumble to myself. They could easily shoot us all down if they wanted to; our ten to their twenty-five, no good. I’m glad I told B to stay the fuck in her car or they could take her too.

  Sonofabitch. I can’t stand feeling as if I’m unprepared, and, in this, it’s exactly how I feel. This jackoff has the upper hand besides our wild card being Twist’s son.

  The motorcycles pull off opposite us, staring us down as the truck pulls to a stop directly in front of me. I make out an older man driving, a little dark head in the middle, and another beefy guy about my size in the passenger seat. If they hurt one hair on Mav’s head, you won’t be able to peel me off them, I swear.

  The older guy says something to the passenger, his gaze flicking over all of us. He gets out, slamming the truck door and I take in the man who’s caused so much grief for me. I want to slit his throat so badly that my hands begin to shake. Toeing my kickstand in place, I throw my leg over and come to my full six foot four inches towering over him standing before me.

  He doesn’t show me any sign that I intimidate him in the slightest which says a lot about his balls right there. I make many men shit bricks, and this one doesn’t even blink.

  “My son?” I immediately demand, not about to fuck around.

  “My grandson?” he counters, and I grit my back teeth together.

  “So you believe me now?”

  “I told you, I got the DNA results back. I still want to see his face and see if he looks like my boy.”

  “You bring my son over here, and I’ll have Twist show you C
yle.”

  “I could just kill you and take them hostage you know. We have you out numbered times three.”

  “Yep, you could. Maybe you haven’t heard ‘bout Twist though? He’ll kill your grandson before he lets you take him. You want any chance of knowing that kid—your blood—you follow through with our agreement.”

  “Ya know, I like to do whatever the fuck I want usually, but something tells me, you’re not fuckin’ with me.”

  I shake my head, glowering down at his five foot-eleven frame, thinking of ten different ways I could kill him right now with my two hands. I’d enjoy every crunch of breaking bone, too.

  “Fine,” Puppet huffs. “You fuck me over, and my brother,” he nods across the street, and I glance, seeing a guy pointing a gun toward my woman’s car, “shoots your ol’ lady.”

  “I’m not fucking you over. If he shoots my girl, mark my words, I will slit every motherfucker’s throat wearing the Fist’s cut.”

  He grins, showing me a mouth of chipped teeth. He’s definitely a hard fucker and has seen a lot. I wouldn’t want to be in a club run by him; that, I’m certain of.

  Puppet lets out a sharp whistle then meets my gaze as the passenger gets out. I’m able to breathe when I see the big guy grin at Mav and hold his arms out to him. Maverick jumps in his arms and smiles. This tells me that whoever this big fucker is, no matter how much I want to filet him, he was good to my kid.

  “Daddy?” Maverick yells and starts waving.

  “Hey buddy,” I say and hear the car door behind me slam. Bethany comes running to my side.

  “Maverick!” she yells, choked up at finally seeing him.

  “Mommy!” Our son smiles widely and keeps waving.

  The guy carrying him, comes near. I see his name patch says Viper.

  “My grandson.” Puppet holds his hand out, so Viper stalls.

  Twisting my head toward Twist, I give him the signal, and he gets out of the truck, Cyle walking beside him like a little badass. With Twist as a father, that kid will no doubt grow up fearless.