by Lane Hart
“Your best target will be Malcolm Butner,” Reece explains, zooming in on a video feed of what appears to be the front porch of a small residence. “You met him the other day. You shot his soldier, Keith Washington, on the highway. Malcolm broke his leg and arm when the truck rolled. His other soldier, Derek Sutton, broke an arm. They are both staying at this residence while they recover. Cruz has assigned another soldier to guard the house.”
“Oh yeah, Abe bloodied that fucker’s nose,” I say when I recognize the face. “You got a quiet way in for me?” I ask, knowing that Reece is already mentally hammering out the details.
“Several options,” Reece says under his breath, leaning back in his chair again before looking up at me. “One would be to get you a key to the house; let you walk right in while they sleep.”
“How long would that take?” I ask him.
“One of Abe’s old associates is now a locksmith. I would have to have him on standby until everyone left the house. With their injuries, that could be days.”
“I need an in by tomorrow night,” I clarify.
Reece goes blank again for a moment, staring back at the wall. He surprises me when he looks back up abruptly and asks, “Is Sparky here?”
“Sparky? Fast Eddie’s bulldog? That Sparky?” I ask in confusion.
“You’ll need Sparky,” Reece says with a nod. Motioning back to the monitors, he clicks on the mouse to cycle through the security feeds inside the house where Malcolm Butner is staying. “I’ve been watching this house. It’s isolated, but there are neighbors behind them, through some woods. The neighbors have dogs. Malcolm Butner appears to despise animals. The last two nights, he has sent his bodyguard outside to chase off the dogs when he hears them barking near the house.”
I catch on to Reece’s plan quickly, and it’s brilliant in its simplicity. “Sparky is a noisy little shit. We take him around back, pop the soldier when he comes out to chase him off, then go on in before Malcolm or his boy can call for backup,” I fill in, as Reece nods along.
“Take two burners. Call me on one, I can monitor the interior and tell you where Malcolm and Derek are at precisely. When you approach, I’ll disable the cameras.” Reece reaches under the desk as a printer whirs into motion, then hands me a sheet of paper. “Address,” he concludes, then stands up to walk me back to the door.
“Thanks, brother,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder. I’m glad that I can spend tonight with Sasha rather than torturing someone for information. I need a little time to put together my crew and get a few tools. I know Abe will be up for it. My boy, Sax, is kind of high-strung, but he’d laugh in the face of the devil. Our enforcer, Miles, is an expert at getting information out of people, and of course, I’ll have to bring Eddie along with Sparky.
Back upstairs I return to the bar where Sasha asks, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I tell her, kissing her on the cheek. “Let’s call it a night. Come downstairs with me?”
“I was warned you may take me down to give you a blowjob,” she says, making me bark out a laugh.
“I need some time to recover from the one earlier today,” I reply.
“That’s what I told them!” she says with a grin as she grabs my cut and t-shirt that I left earlier and hops off the stool.
I’m glad to see that the club girls aren’t getting to her. I know it’s not easy for Sasha to be here around them, knowing I’ve slept with a few. But she doesn’t have anything to worry about now. I’m done with other women for good.
Downstairs, I let Sasha into my room.
“Are the sheets clean?” she asks.
“Yes,” I assure her.
“Good.”
On the way to the bathroom, I tell Sasha, “Get naked,” before I go take a piss in my adjoining bathroom.
When I come back, removing my jeans as I go, I stop short when I see Sasha kneeling on my bed…wearing nothing but my cut.
“That’s it,” I tell her before I continue removing my shoes and pants. “That’s the only thing I want you to wear from now on.”
Sasha laughs and asks, “But then what would I do when you’re wearing it?”
Climbing up on the bed in front of her, I tell her, “I guess you’ll just have to be naked.”
Her arms go around my neck as I pull her onto my lap. “Are we really doing this?” she asks.
“Doing what?” I reply, since I’m assuming she’s not talking about fucking.
“Us. Are we back together? I mean, is this really what you want? Me to be your old lady? Should we date first?”
“We’ve already dated,” I remind her. “I wanted to make you mine before everything happened. That’s still what I want.”
“I love my job,” she says. “But if we go public, then the station may let me go.”
“Because I’m a wanted biker?” I ask.
“Yeah. Not exactly good PR if I officially associate with the Kings.”
“I don’t want you to lose your job,” I tell her. “I know you’re doing what you love and that you wanted to travel. But I can’t leave the club either.”
“I know that,” she says. “I could give it up for you.”
“You shouldn’t have to,” I say, not wanting her to lose anything because of me again.
“No, I shouldn’t. But if it comes down to you or my career, well, I’ve had my career for six years, and it hasn’t made me as happy as the last few days with you have.”
Damn, she knows how to bring a man to his knees.
“I’ll start my own news station if I have to,” I assure her. “You can be the official MC reporter or help with the club’s PR. We’re gonna need it after my patch was IDed in that shootout on the highway.”
“We’ll see,” Sasha replies. “I just needed to know if we were on the same page about the future.”
“Our future is together. That’s all I know for sure,” I say while brushing my lips against hers. “I love you. Always have. Always will.”
“I love you too,” she replies.
…
Sasha
When I wake up the next morning, Chase is already sitting on the edge of the bed talking quietly on his phone. I roll over and scoot closer to him, laying my head against his broad back. When I reach around his waist, he pats my hand absently. The longer I listen to his conversation the more puzzled I become.
“Cut the jumper cables and rewire them to plug into a standard electric socket. Yeah, like the Cartel uses, exactly,” Chase says. “Also, get me four wood clamps, but sharpen the screws. Nah, I’ve got the burners. The only other thing we need you to bring is Sparky. Yeah, bro, I said bring Sparky. Something to get him excited too, you know, get him barking? Of course he’s not going to get hurt, Eddie! Meet us here at the clubhouse after you get done at the garage, okay? All right, brother, see you then.”
Ending the call, Chase drops the phone beside him on the bed. “What was all that about?” I ask him, moving up to press my lips into his shoulder.
“Just making arrangements for tonight. I’m going to take some of the boys out to talk with Hector’s crew; try to get some of this shit resolved.”
I can feel him tensing up, and I know what he’s thinking. That I’ll try to talk him out of this. I hug him fiercely from behind and then whisper directly into his ear, “You come back to me safe, Chase Fury. Do what needs to be done, but you come back to me unharmed, understand?”
He turns towards me with a smile, and his posture relaxes. “You know I’m going to be fine, sweetheart. I want you to hang out here tonight. What kind of plans do you have today?”
“Right now, I’m planning on brushing my teeth,” I tell him as I shift onto my knees, pressing my breasts into his back. “Then, I’m planning to come back and take you for a ride of my own.”
Chase laughs; and when I climb off the bed, heading for the bathroom, he swats me on the ass as I squirm out of his reach. Once I’ve gotten myself cleaned up a bit, I open the bathroom door to find
him already stretched out across the bed, naked, with all the sheets kicked down to the floor.
“I’m ready to ride, how about you?” he asks playfully.
Instead of answering, I just grin at him and stalk over to the bed, grabbing his legs and crawling up his body until my hair drags across his semi-hard cock. He shivers and gathers it up in one hand, holding it out of my face as I take him into my mouth. Chase groans as he begins to swell while I work.
After only a couple of minutes, he grabs my shoulders, surprising me as he tugs me up his body, smashing his lips to mine. Reaching down between us to align our bodies, I slam myself down onto him, unable to wait another second for him to possess me.
Our kiss breaks as we both gasp at the initial sensation of him invading me. Chase’s hands grip my tits as he pushes me back and I begin to grind my hips on him. The first orgasm slams through me so intensely that my pussy clamps down on him, locking us together.
Before I can completely recover, Chase has pulled me back down to him, one hand entwined in my hair as he kisses me roughly, the other digging into my ass as he begins guiding my movements up and down his shaft. Every few strokes, as our bodies slap together, I rock my hips, grinding my clit against him. I lose track of time as waves of pleasure rock me over and over again, lost to everything except the feeling of this beautiful man beneath me.
I have no idea how long we’ve been mauling each other when Chase suddenly wraps an arm around my lower back and digs his fingers even deeper into my ass. Pressing his heels into the bed to lift me up slightly, his cock begins hammering at me desperately, breaking our rhythm. His frantic pace sends me screaming over the edge one last time as I feel the hot surge of his cum erupting into me.
I collapse on top of him as he finally slows, gasping for breath. Now I’m glad that Chase kicked off all the sheets, as our sweat is actually making our chests stick together. Laughing, we peel ourselves apart and head to the shower to scrub each other down.
Once we towel off, I get to work drying my hair while Chase disappears upstairs. By the time I’m done, he’s returned to his apartment with a stack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a huge bag of chips.
“Best I could do right now, sweetheart,” he says as we sit on the bed together and dig in.
“I’m here for the company, not the cuisine. You make a really sloppy sandwich!” I tease, after a huge glob of jelly falls out and lands between my tits since I’m still naked. A moment later, Chase has his head buried in my cleavage, cleaning me up and sending me into a fit of giggles.
After we eat, we lay on the bed holding each other, and I think Chase even naps for a while. He startles awake when there’s a knock on the door. Rubbing at his eyes, he struggles to his feet and pulls on a pair of jeans to go answer it while I hide myself under the sheets.
“Kennedy!” Chase says in surprise, throwing the door open wide. “Meet Sasha. Sasha, this is Torin’s old lady.”
“Hello, lovebirds!” Kennedy grins as she leans into the room. “I heard you had some things to do tonight, Chase, and wanted to see if Sasha might want to come shopping with me.”
“What do you think, sweetheart?” Chase asks me.
“Of course, that’s a great idea,” I tell her. “Just give me a moment to get straightened up. I’ll be right back.”
Chase and Kennedy step out into the doorway so that I can duck into the bathroom to dress in one of the outfits I packed — jeans and a pink blouse. Even in the bathroom I’m still able to hear Chase telling Kennedy, “Thank you. It’ll be good for you guys to spend some time together, and it will keep her from worrying about things tonight.”
“Torin mentioned that you had a ‘special run’ tonight, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else. I’m sure it must be something dangerous, but I know you’ll be careful. Remember everything you have here, and don’t take any crazy chances.” Kennedy laughs, then says, “Oh, I might as well tell the sun not to rise in the morning. Don’t worry about Sasha. We’ll just be getting into a little trouble of our own.”
Dressed and ready, I grab my purse and then open the door to let Kennedy and Chase know I’m all set.
Chase kisses me goodbye, and he assures me he’ll be back later tonight. With a groan, Kennedy leads me up the stairs back to the bar, moving slowly in the late stages of her pregnancy.
“So, what do you have in mind this evening?” I ask her, knowing that her options are a bit limited right now.
“You have no idea how glad I am you’re here,” Kennedy grins back at me over her shoulder. “Torin hates Chinese food, and I have been craving it for weeks. I can do take-out, of course, but it’s time I had a buffet buddy. There is nothing in this world lonelier than going to the Chinese buffet alone.”
“A Chinese buffet? You really do like to live dangerously,” I say when I laugh with her. “Come on, let’s go see what we can get into.”
Kennedy drives us to what she calls a ‘hidden gem,’ Captain Chen’s seafood and oriental buffet. “Oh, girl, are you sure about this?” I ask her one last time before we enter.
“Yes! You know as well as I do, life is all about taking chances. If you end up regretting it, just think of how I must be feeling and remember that you humored a pregnant woman.”
Nodding, I hold the door open for her and follow her inside.
After we get settled down in our booth with our plates full, I have to admit that Kennedy’s cravings paid off. “This place is amazing!” I gush, cracking open a crab leg.
“Thank you again for coming with me,” Kennedy replies. “It feels good to get out with another woman who isn’t…well, you know how the girls at the clubhouse can be.”
“I’ve gotten a little taste of it,” I say wryly, waving the crab meat before I take a bite.
“I wanted you to know how happy I am for you, and especially Chase. He’s my brother-in-law, and I’ve known him for years. I never understood why he looked so…lost until earlier when I saw the way he looked at you…” Kennedy begins to tear up and grabs her napkin to wipe at her eyes. “Stupid pregnancy hormones,” she apologizes.
“What was he like…you know, while we were apart?” I ask her, once she regains her composure.
“Ugh, well…he’s always difficult, you know that. But he was so angry, at nothing in particular. I mean, never to me, but ask any of his brothers and they’ll tell you. They never knew what word or look might set him off. It even became sort of a rite of passage amongst prospects. Some brother would set them up to ask Chase about his tattoo, and they would see how long they could stand toe-to-toe with Chase raging at them.”
“He would hit someone just for asking about me?” I ask her, shocked.
“It wasn’t just that they asked, not really. I talked to him about it once, when he had been drinking and seemed calmer than usual. He told me that every time someone asked him, all the regret, the shame, and the pain he felt losing you, it all just came boiling back out. He just couldn’t stand it, and he took it out on whoever brought it up.”
“But having you back with us,” Kennedy continues as she shakes her head. “It’s like night and day. He’s been almost giddy, practically floating with every step he takes.”
“I know how he feels,” I tell her honestly. “The butterflies in my stomach could possibly carry me away. I missed him so damned much, and the pain of being without him…well, I never hit anyone at least.”
“Hey, I want you to know, too, that these last few days are unusual. This isn’t how the club operates, at least never in my experience. These guys are rough, but day to day they run a legitimate network of businesses up and down the strip here,” Kennedy assures me with a pat to my arm.
“Other than the weed thing?” I ask with an arched eyebrow.
She waves that off, saying, “That will be legal in a couple of years. These guys are just getting out in front of the next big opportunity.” She grins at me slyly, “That’s what they’re pushing their local representative for, anyway. They'r
e more politically active than you may expect, in some regards. Who knows, Torin or Chase might be mayor one day.”
I almost choke on my fried rice at that idea, and we both fall into a fit of giggling that forces us to go to the bathroom. We end up spending over two hours at Captain Chen’s, swapping stories about the men that have become central to both our lives.
When Kennedy drops me off at the clubhouse later on that evening, I lean over her belly to give her a huge hug, feeling like she’s become such a good friend in such a short amount of time.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” she tells me. “And I can’t wait for everything to settle down and my little man to arrive, so we can finally get back to being a family.”
“I can’t wait to meet him, and I’m so excited to be here for this,” I assure her. “You head home and get some rest. If you feel like I do, you probably need to lie down for a while!”
After another hug, I head into the bar, knowing it’s too early for Chase to be back. Noticing that several of the brothers, including Abe are also absent, I take a seat by the bar and settle in to wait, trying to assure myself that the heavy weight I feel in my chest is just from our overindulgent dinner.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chase
After Sasha and Kennedy head out, I go upstairs to wait on my boys to arrive. Abe is already there, throwing darts with Sax. Miles is sitting at the bar, watching a baseball game. I go sit down beside him while we wait for Fast Eddie to bring the van and the dog.
“You ready for tonight?” I ask Miles as I take the stool beside him.
He grunts, then knocks back the shot sitting in front of him. He pours two more from a bottle of Jim Beam he has at hand, and slides one over to me. “For luck,” he rumbles, tossing it back.
I raise my glass to him, then lean in close after I swallow. “Abe give you the run down on tonight?” I ask quietly.
