“What’s good here?”
“I’m getting a rib dinner with fries. You’d probably enjoy the pulled pork sandwich.”
“Okay, I’ll have that with a side of fries and for my drink a Pepsi.”
A woman who looks to be around thirty comes to take our order and when she sees me with Danny, I don’t miss the frown that crosses her face.
“You want your usual, darlin’?” She winks at Danny. Winks at him like I am not even sitting her wearing his damn ring on my finger.
Bitch.
She doesn’t even ask me for my order. Danny has to give it to her.
When she walks away she is shaking her big fat ass like she is doing it just for Danny. My husband must be blind because he doesn’t even seem to notice. His full attention is on me.
“Do you want your usual, darlin’,” I mock.
“What’s that about?” He tugs on a strand of my hair.
“Ugh. Seriously. Does she wait on you a lot or something?”
He rolls his shoulder. “I guess. I come here twice a week.”
“Is the food what draws you in or the service,” I hiss.
“Back up from crazy town, woman. I come here because they have damn good ribs. And you haven’t been here to cook for me. I just wanted to take you out. Don’t be this way. You know I only have eyes for you.”
“I do know that, Danny, but I don’t think she does.” I point out after she brings out our food.
“You’re silly, baby. Ain’t nobody ever gonna make me ever even think about stepping out on you. I have all I will ever want and more with you.”
“I know that, I do. But if she winks at you again…” I hold up my fork and my knife. “I can’t be held responsible when I gouge out her eyes.”
Danny laughs, but I’m not playing. I will cut a bitch if she tries to make a pass at my man.
It doesn’t escape my notice that when she asks if we’d like dessert Danny orders a hot fudge cake and he is sure to tell her we are celebrating our honeymoon. I can’t stop the smirk I flash at her as she eyes my ring finger.
“I am such a lucky girl,” I squeal and kiss his cheek. I know it is petty, but this bitch had it coming.
Chapter 14
Danny
Slamming my gavel down on the large oak table, I call the private meeting between myself, Terror, Cupid, Uno, Boogeyman, and Reaper to order.
“We need to strike Thursday, if we want to make the delivery with Tiny on Friday. I need this shit done. Outlaw is bringing my boy home Saturday and I do not want any of the girls still on club property when he arrives. It is imperative we keep the Black Rebel Riders’ MC in the dark on this.”
“What about your wife? Does she know any of your plans or about this deal? Will she go spouting off to her brother?” Terror questions.
I get where he is coming from, but I’m his Prez, he doesn’t get to question me.
“Sara won’t be a problem. She only knows what I tell her which isn’t a damn thing when it comes to club business. Your old lady probably has GPS on your damn dick, but you don’t see me saying shit about it. So, in the future, man, if you know what’s good for you—you’ll keep Sara’s name out of your mouth. This is your only warning,” I seethe at him.
Uno spreads the blueprints to the sorority house out on the table.
We need to shift our focus to the plan.
He points at an entryway. “This is an outside entrance to the basement.”
“Our entry and exit point,” Boogeyman chimes in grinning. The bastard is too damn excited about this.
“According to county records the basement has been turned into more bedrooms. There is an alleyway we can use to park the van right next to the gate to the backyard. Once we get in Boogeyman, Reaper and myself will administer the chloroform. If we are lucky no one will hear a damn thing. Cupid will help me get them to the van while Hades puts his talent for burning shit up to use. By the time the smoke gets to the first floor, we’ll be long gone.”
“Sounds good, Uno.”
“How are you handling the fire?” Terror asks.
“Don’t worry, it will look like faulty wiring from the renovations. I know what I’m doing. Is everyone in agreement? Terror, you got enough of that shit to knockout that many girls?”
He nods. “I got it handled. Picking it up as soon as we are done here.”
“Good. Boogeyman, take a prospect with you and Uno to the delivery drop-off and have the prospect drive the U-Haul to my house after you secure the moonshine at the warehouse.” He grunts his agreement. “Meeting adjourned.”
Once the guys clear out it is just me and Cupid.
“Do you trust them to get this done?”
“I have to. Everything must happen according to plan. There is no room for mistakes. Not with Tiny threatening Sara.”
I need to put in a call to the prick to confirm the details for Friday. Nothing can go wrong. Absolutely nothing.
“On second thought why don’t you go with them. I don’t trust that damn prospect to drive the truck.”
Cupid grins. “Sure thing, Prez.”
Taking out my burner phone, I put in a call to Tiny.
“Product is en route, and delivery will take place as scheduled this Friday.”
“Impressive. If everything is satisfactory, I do believe we will continue this arrangement.”
“That wasn’t the deal,” I grit.
“The deal can change whenever I please. You answer to me. Never forget that. Unless you want to bring your wife instead. I’ll gladly take her off your hands. She is quite ripe.”
I grip the phone tighter. “You’ll get what you’re paying for.”
“Good. Until Friday.” He pauses. “Oh and tell Sara she looks good behind the wheel of her new car.”
The line goes dead.
Fuck.
Bastard.
I pull out my other phone and dial Sara.
“Where are you right now?”
“I’m at the grocery store with Amber. She showed up at the house as I was going out the door. Why?”
“When you get done swing by here. One of my men is gonna tint your windows for you. I don’t want CT getting sunburnt.” I tell her the first lie I can think of.
Sara
I am getting ready to get in my car to grab something to cook Danny for dinner. I don’t want him thinking he needs to eat out all the time when he can have a warm homecooked meal prepared by me.
A car I don’t recognize pulls up to the curb.
A gorgeous woman with dark, bob length hair gets out dressed to kill. Her jeans fit her like a second skin, and I don’t think her shirt even moves at all as she walks toward me with black knee-high boots on that I would love to have. Her skin is seriously flawless.
“Hey girl, I’m Amber. Terror’s old lady.”
“Oh, hey.”
“Sorry I haven’t been by sooner to formally introduce myself. I’ve been working doubles at the hospital. I’m a pediatric nurse, but I sell cosmetics on the side.” She waves a hand over her perfectly flawless dolled up face. “Let me know if you want me to hook you up.” She winks.
“Sure, sounds good. I was just about to head out to do a little shopping. You wanna come with?”
“Okay, but we are totally riding in your hot car.” She smiles. “So where’s the baby?” She inquires as we get our seatbelts on.
“Oh, he is with my brother until Saturday. I feel so weird not having him with me.”
“I bet.”
The store I am going to is only a few blocks away, but we manage to fit in some small talk along the way.
“I take it the old lady welcoming committee hasn’t been knocking down your door.”
“The what?” I laugh.
“The other bitches whose old men are Devils Rejects. They have this weird idea that because our men are in a brotherhood it means we should all be a sisterhood or some shit. But I say fuck that. Those women are backstabbing bitches. Stay away from them. Especially Uno�
�s witch of a wife, Stephanie. That cunt is as twofaced as they come. I can’t believe they haven’t been by yet.”
“I met MaryAnn. She seems nice.”
Amber snorts. “Oh girl, I knew when I got out of my car that I was going to like you.”
My brows crinkle. “Um, thanks. I think.”
Chapter 15
Sara
After dropping Amber back off at her car and putting my groceries away, I head to the clubhouse just as my man told me to.
I have to call Danny because the jackass prospect manning the gate won’t let me in because I don’t have my vest on. I even showed him my tattoo and he wouldn’t even unlock the gate for me. I feel sorry for him whenever Danny gets a hold of him for this bullshit.
By the time I park my car Danny and a guy I haven’t met before are waiting for me.
“Hey, baby. How was shopping with Amber?”
“It was good. She’s nice.”
“Good. I’m glad she is making you feel welcome. This is Zo Zo. He’s going to tint your windows and hook you up with a DVD player in the back for CT.”
“Awesome.”
“Go on inside. I think MaryAnn is fucking around in the kitchen and a couple of the other old ladies are around. They are organizing a birthday party for Cupid.”
“Okay. Cool.” I give him a tense smile as I remember Amber’s warning about the other old ladies.
When I walk in I hold my head up high, hoping I can avoid these other women. If they are anything like Amber warned, they aren’t the kind of women I want to befriend.
My wish doesn’t come true. As soon as I start toward the kitchen a blonde-haired chick gets in my face, twirling her curly hair around her finger. “Who are you and where do you think you’re going?” She sneers.
“Hi, nice to meet you. I don’t think we have formally met. My name is Sara. I’m Hades’ old lady.” I shoot her fake smile.
“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so. I’m Stephanie and that’s Shelia.” She points to a woman with short black hair with purple streaks in it. “And that is Donna.” She points to the brunette who has highlights in her hair.
I give them a small wave.
“Why don’t you join us. We could always use an extra hand. We are trying to decide on a theme for Cupid’s birthday party.”
“Oh well…um, have you asked MaryAnn. She seems to know the guys pretty well,” I suggest.
Her face twists up in an unflattering way. “God no. Honey, we do not associate with clubwhores. You are in desperate need of our guidance. Poor dear. Come on and have a seat.” She grips my shoulders, steering me in the direction of their table, and I don’t like it.
My brother’s advice about not taking shit plays in my head.
“Actually, I think the only thing I need is to get away from a stuck-up bitch like you. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go see my friend, MaryAnn.”
I shrug her away and move past her to the kitchen where I find MaryAnn giggling.
When the door closes behind me she gives me a high five. “You’re good people, Sara.”
“You too.” I smile.
“God, I hate those bitches. They always come in once a week and hold their little sisterhood meeting, acting like they own the damn place. I don’t know why Hades allows it.”
“Maybe I can talk to him about it.”
“Don’t trouble yourself. Stephanie would stir up more shit than it’d be worth. She only hates me because I fucked Uno before they got married. They weren’t’ even a thing and I don’t know why he told her to start with.”
“Good grief.” I shake my head. “Can I help you do anything?”
“No. I am just hiding out in here until they ask for something or leave.”
“Screw that. Let’s go show them that this is your clubhouse too. I feel like dancing.” I grin.
“This will be interesting.”
“It’ll be fine. Let them start something with me in my husband’s club.”
MaryAnn throws her head back and howls with laughter.
I notice the jukebox is unplugged so I plug it back in. Music blares from the speakers and Stephanie and her trolls give me the stink eye.
MaryAnn stands awkwardly next to me as I pick some new songs.
“Come on. Let’s liven this place up. It’s feeling dead in here,” I shout over the music as I walk past their table.
Danny
I get Sara’s car pulled into the garage and up on the lift, so Zo Zo can check it for a bug or tracking device. I don’t put anything past fucking Tiny. I’m having my guy install my own tracking device. Not so I can spy on Sara but so if something were to ever happen I could find her car at least. I should have done this when I first bought it. I just wasn’t thinking.
“Well, I will leave you to it, man. Shoot me a text when you have it ready.”
“Sure thing but may not be until tomorrow evening.”
“Sounds good.”
I head off to the clubhouse in search of my wife. After the day I’ve had I could use getting lost in her pussy.
When I open the door, I notice two things. First, I see the sisterhood looking like a bunch of sourpusses and gathering their purses. Second, I see my Sara, my Flame on the dance floor grinding with MaryAnn. I don’t know whether to laugh or be turned on. I’m experiencing a little bit of both emotions right now.
“Ladies, I see you’ve met my wife. I do hope you are making her feel welcome.”
“She’s a real peach,” Stephanie says, rushing for the door.
I nod at the other two bitches as they follow after her. I can’t stand those broads, but I tolerate them for the sake of my men. A happy wife equals a happy life. I’m sure I will have some calls later from some unhappy men. Maybe they shouldn’t have married such cunts.
Sara is moving her hips, shaking her sweet ass, tempting me to take her to my office, bend her over my desk and fuck the hell outta her.
Damn she is sexy.
MaryAnn winks at me as I stalk toward them.
“Your old man is on the prowl,” she tells Sara and makes her way to the bar as a few brothers come through the doors.
Sara glances in my direction and smiles at me. Her smile is breathtaking.
I could stand here all night and watch her dance, but I want my brothers seeing her shake her ass either. I’m a possessive motherfucker when it comes to her.
“Hey, trouble. You ready to go home? Cupid should have dropped the U-Haul at the house by now.”
“Ready when you are,” she sasses, backing her ass up to my crotch then bending forward and touching her toes.
Chapter 16
Danny
When we get to the house, Cupid is waiting in the driveway with the U-Haul.
“Thanks, man,” I tell him as I climb off my bike. Sara gets off behind me and goes on into the house to start dinner. She says she is cooking for me tonight. Hell, if some waitress doing a little flirting gets this much of a rise out of her, I may take her to Billy’s more often. I’m liking this side of my wife. She’s breaking out of her shell more.
“You need any help unloading?”
“Nah. I’ll make the prospects do it tomorrow. It’ll keep Sara busy and give her something to do while we set up for Thursday.”
“Sounds good. I’m gonna head off to the clubhouse. Were any of the girls around?”
“MaryAnn was working the bar.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me. I was hoping that sweet ass, Constance was around.” He shoots me a grin and flicks his tongue as he makes his fingers into a V. I can only shake my head. Constance is a bi-sexual stripper who hangs around the clubhouse sometimes to make extra money dancing for the guys.
One of the prospects pulls up to drive Cupid to the clubhouse and I throw my hand up over my head waving him off as I go inside to see what Sara is up to in the kitchen. Coming up behind her at the counter as she slices cucumbers for the salad I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder.
“I liked the way you were dancing back there. What I didn’t like was my brothers getting to watch.”
“Were you jealous?”
“Terribly. Madly. Insanely jealous.”
“I’m sorry, its just those other women…they are not nice, and they treat MaryAnn like shit. I don’t like that crap and I wasn’t going to let them think they run the show in your clubhouse, Danny.”
“Yeah, they are cunts, but baby, it’d be a lot easier for me if you try to get along with them.”
“Seriously, Danny. No way. I can’t be friends with those horrible twats.”
“Promise me that you’ll try, for me. Okay?”
“You know you really shouldn’t demand such things when I am holding a knife,” she teases.
“You’d never hurt me.” I kiss the shell of her ear and rub my whiskers against her neck.
“You’re distracting me.”
“That’s the point.” I thrust my dick up against her tight little ass.
“Danny, I’m trying to cook.”
“And I’m trying to get you naked.”
“Maybe you aren’t trying hard enough.” She pushes her butt out driving me crazy. “I thought you were starving?”
“I’m in dire need of your pussy. You gonna give it to me, Sara, or am I gonna have to take it?” I growl.
She puts the knife on the counter.
Goosebumps fan down her arms, as I spin her around.
“I love it when you talk all dirty to me,” she admits.
“Good. There is a lot more where that came from. Now take off your shorts so I can shove my tongue in your pussy and get a taste.”
“Danny…” Her knees tremble as I go I move to unbutton her shorts.
“Gonna tongue fuck your pussy until you come all over my face, sweetheart.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she teases in a sultry whisper.
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep and when I tell you that you’ll be cumming on my face, it’s a promise I intend to deliver.”
I jerk her shorts down over her knees and she steps out of them when I get them down to her ankles.
Sara has on a white lace thong. The sight has my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans.
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