“It was our understanding Sydney was left solely to Fist,” Blackjack states, looking directly at Agent Williams.
“No, that’s not accurate. Saffron left Sydney to Zane, Kade, and Lloyd Monroe. She also had a notation in her will that Ashley Monroe-Walters was also an acceptable guardian. Saffron was very clear she wanted Sydney to stay in the Monroe family. I’m not here to be your friend, however, I think this says a lot about the love she had for your family. It’s part of the reason I’ve come to you all tonight. You hate the Bears as much as I do. We have a reason to help one another, and I firmly believe we can get what we both want.”
“We’re doing this,” Ashley firmly states, looking around to everyone before settling her eyes back on Agent Williams. “We’re doing this for my Uncle Cracker, and for Saffron who loved us like family. We never got the chance to tell her she was our family, but she was, and so is Sydney. More than that, we’re going to get this girl Alexa for you. She shouldn’t have to suffer at the hands of the Bears either. Too many people have.”
Agent Williams nods. “I agree.”
“Make sure I get the documentation I need and we will,” Fist adds, rising from his bar stool. “If you could let yourself out, that would be preferred.”
Agent Williams rises as does her team. “Of course. I’ll get the papers drawn up this week. I’ll call you when we find out the new location of their club. We’re sure they’ll have Alexa on the property somewhere.”
Agent Williams and her team exit and walk toward the hallway. I can hear their feet tapping against the hardwood floor and the creak of the door opening and closing. Just when I thought shit couldn’t get any more difficult . . . here we are.
26
I am sorry for making you lose your temper. But to be honest, you look boiling hot when your temper boils over.
~ Unknown
Raven
He texted me three fucking hours ago after he was already late and told me it was because of a club matter. Club matter my ass! I marched downstairs and spoke to Zane, who told me there wasn’t any sort of club business going on. At first, Zane seemed pissed as all hell and sent a couple of text messages. I’m assuming he thought he wasn’t included on something, but as I sat there and waited to hear, he ended up telling me there wasn’t anything going on. In fact, he looked as surprised as I did and then the question he asked hit me straight in the heart. He wanted to know if I saw Shiloh around today.
She’s one of the bitches that sticks around the club for sex. They’re called clubwhores, club bunnies, sweet butts, and so many other terms.
I didn’t see her and I knew the bug he was planting in my mind. He wanted me to think Hawk was with Shiloh. I don’t think he was, but I can’t figure out why Zane would want to make me think that. It caused me to wonder if Zane lied to me the other night. If it was all shit about being a one-time thing and that was it. It may seem naive of me to trust Hawk so much. Many other women would automatically think he was cheating . . . but I don’t think that’s the case.
His actions only point to one thing— jealousy. But damn if I’m not still thinking about my conversation with him. The more I mill it over in my mind, I think it isn’t jealousy. It’s envy. Zane says he wants more time before he has to get tied down but I think it’s bullshit. I think Zane wants to be tied down but is so used to being the playboy that he doesn’t know how to process it. Subconsciously, two parts of himself are fighting against the other. I’m kinda surprised little old me figured this out.
Instead of going upstairs and sitting in my room by myself, I stayed down in Fist’s living room. I figured out where the liquor cabinet was about an hour ago and poured myself a half-glass of vodka. I already went through the warm and fuzzy phase. Now I’m more courageous than I’ve ever been before and I’m about to give Zane a piece of my mind. He’s been sitting at the table, scrolling on his phone for the last hour.
I pick the glass up from the table and finish off the last bit of vodka. I swear it makes me even more brave to speak my mind. “You are one confused fucker, aren’t you?” I say, watching Zane as he lifts his eyes up from his phone.
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He sits his phone facedown on the table.
“I said you’re a confused fuck.”
He laughs once, obviously offended. “Want to tell me what’s going on with you?”
“Oh, nothing. I’m just calling you out on your bullshit. It’s obvious you want to drive a wedge between Hawk and I. But I don’t think it has anything to do with me. I think I’m here right now and that’s why you’re doing it . . . because I’m convenient for you. You wanna know what I think, though?”
“I have a feeling you’re going to end up telling me regardless,” Zane mutters.
“You’re damn straight I am!” I respond, rising from my chair. I waver a little bit to the right, not realizing the alcohol hit me this hard. I could be drunk but I think I’m tipsy. When I’m tipsy, I feel like I can finally speak my mind and tell people what I think. “You want to get tied down to one of those Raider girls. Being the interim Prez is fucking with your head because you had this entire idea of what becoming Prez of the Reapers was going to be like. Only, it didn’t go as planned. Your plan blew up in your fucking face and now you don’t know how to process it. So, you’re wanting to be tied down to a woman because you think it’ll somehow balance your life out with all the changes that have happened.”
Zane stands up from his chair and grabs the edge of the table with such force his knuckles go white within seconds. “I’d think really hard before you speak to me like this, Raven.”
“I did think about it and I chose to open my mouth. Ignoring it won’t help, you know. It’ll only make things worse. You need to accept the idea of how you’d become Prez went to crap and it may be coming a lot sooner than you realize. I can’t imagine the stress or turmoil you’re going through right now, because it must be incredibly hard. Especially given you thought you had more time.” I’m not trying to be a bitch right now but if anything is evident, it’s that Fist and Zane are very similar. Fist went into depression because of the trauma, but Zane looks to be having his own issues from my view on things.
“Do me a favor, Raven. Worry about yourself and not about me. I’ll be fucking dandy ‘cause I always am,” He hisses out just as the front door opens and Hawk comes walking in.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Hawk asks, his tone salty as hell.
I remain quiet and see what Zane has to say to him. Zane turns his head over his shoulder. “Raven here thinks she can say whatever is on her damn mind to me. I’ve never needed a woman to give me her opinion on how they think I’m processing shit and I don’t need one to do it now. A word of advice, brother— keep a leash on your woman. The next time she says shit to me like this, I’m likely to blow a gasket.”
Zane doesn’t wait for a response as he walks through the front door and hits his shoulder against Hawk’s. We’re both quiet for a moment before he says, “I’ve never had an issue with Zane before. Do you wanna sum it up for me?”
“He’s pissed I called him out on trying to drive a wedge between us. Zane made a comment to try and make me think you were fucking Shiloh. I think he did it because his whole idea of becoming Prez of the club was fucked by all this chaos and now he wants a woman to tie him down and give him some sort of stability. He didn’t like what I had to say, obviously.”
“He said I was fuckin’ Shiloh?” Hawk laughs, shaking his head back and forth.
“He didn’t say you were, but he sure gave me the impression you could’ve been. He asked me if I had seen Shiloh lately,” I reply.
“Okay, I’ll give you the rundown of who Shiloh fucks. She runs back and forth between Zorro, Grim, and Axel. They almost have this polygamous relationship going on, but none of the men are ever going to commit to her. She’s been a clubwhore for years and I think she always will be.”
“Wow, that’s really sad,” I mutter, thinking about
how it must feel to have feelings for three men who will never commit because of her title within the club.
Hawk shrugs. “Yeah, in a way it is, I guess. She knew what she signed up for when she decided to be a clubwhore. She got a free roof over her head, food, and protection. A lot of women would kill to be in this sort of position. You know?”
I nod. “Yeah. I still think it’s sad, though. Everyone deserves to be loved and cared for.”
Hawk turns his head to the side. “Baby Bird, she is. Only in a different way. Just because they’re fucking her doesn’t mean they don’t care. If none of them cared about Shiloh, she wouldn’t be in their beds every night. They would kick her ass to the curb to sleep on the couch here. Instead, whoever she’s with allows her to sleep in their bed until the morning. That’s not typical when it comes to clubwhores. Usually, you pound ‘em ‘til you let your load out and kick them outta your room.”
“Wow. I never knew. There’s still a lot I have to learn about the club lifestyle,” I say,
“Yeah, but you’ll learn in time. There’s no rush to get everything figured out this second.”
I nod at what he says. Hawk is right. There’s nobody rushing me right now. I’m just gonna take everything I learn day by day.
27
Chemistry is you touching my arm and it setting fire to my mind
~ Nayyirah Waheed
Hawk
I make sure to shut the front door to Fist’s house and go over to Raven, who’s standing on the other side of the table. I skim my fingertips over her arm and slowly venture higher until I’m at her shoulder. She turns her head to the left, looks at my hand, and then brings her eyes to mine. Her hazel eyes are a mixture of light and dark, almost as if there are two sides to her. A lighter green is on the outside whereas the brown circles the iris. I’ve never been the type of man to pay attention to small details like this, but I fixate on her eyes, gettin' lost in them like she’s an ocean.
I know some things about Raven, but she’s still a mystery, a woman who I have so much to discover about. “Where is everyone?” she asks in a mere whisper, not breaking our contact.
I glance around the room and see there isn’t a soul here. Fuck if I know where they are, but they can stay gone. I’ve been itchin’ for this alone time with her. God damn, since the first moment I saw her in that bar, I’ve been waitin’ for this moment.
“Not sure, babe,” I mutter, snaking my hand around her neck. I bring her closer until her body is pressing against mine. Raven runs her hands up and down my chest, slowly gettin' to know my body. While our minds and hearts are acquainted, we have yet to be together in this way.
She sucks in a sharp breath as I dip my neck down and press my lips into hers. I feel her body tense up. It’s adorable she’s nervous. I won’t tell her this, but I’m nervous as fuck too. I’ve fucked up lots of shit with women before and I don’t wanna do the same here. I want this to work, and I’m gonna make sure I do everything I can to give us that happily-ever-after she deserves.
Whenever I’ve kissed a woman before it’s been sloppy as fuck. There was never any layer of sensuality to our actions. I can say with Raven it’s the complete opposite. If anything, we’re sensual. There’s this primitive part of me that wants nothing more than to rip her clothes off and fuck her on top of this dining room table, but I won’t. She deserves more than that. She’s the type of woman who deserves a man to move over her, make her squirm and shiver in every way possible with a marvelous smile on her face.
I want to be the man that gives her everything she deserves, so I’ll take shit slow and I won’t screw this up. Not now, not ever.
Raven slides her hands around my neck and pulls my head down in a heated fashion. I break our kiss, seeing the fire in her eyes. “Slow down, Baby Bird. We have plenty of time to get rough and nasty. Right now, I wanna savor you.”
She gives me a shocked look. “I’ve never had anyone say that to me before.”
I take my hand and rub my thumb against her cheek. “I hope I’m the first man who shows you what type of treatment you warrant. I may be a dog, babe, but I’ll be a puppy when you need me to be. I’m your strength and your soft teddy bear. Don’t you ever forget it, alright?”
I think my eyes are deceiving me when I see a tear slip from the corner of her eye. “You’re one in a million.”
I don’t understand what she means, so I ask, “Huh?”
She smiles softly before clearing her throat. “I’m trying to say you’re unlike anyone I know. I think you get the idea I’ve been through a world of shit, Hawk . . . but I’ve never been treated with the amount of respect you’ve given me. It’s beautiful to experience this with you, and the only regret I have is that we didn’t start this sooner.”
I place my lips on the top of her head, putting a chaste kiss there. “To be fair, I wasn’t being as pushy in the beginning. I should’ve asked for your number in the bar the first day we met. I’m never the type to break a couple up, but anyone could see that fucker was treating you badly.”
“Mmm, you don’t even know the half of it. All of that is in the past, though, and I’m so grateful we’re finally here.”
I smile like a kid running to an ice cream truck. “Oh, Baby Bird, you have no idea how much I agree with you.”
Raven yanks the back of my sandy blonde hair, forcing my lips back down onto hers. I could kiss her like this for years. Hell, I’d do it all the time if I didn’t have shit to do for the club. I bring my lips from hers and leave small pecks down her chin, slowly going down her neck and keep my lips planted there. I want to put a mark on this woman, showing everyone in the club who she belongs to. Everyone knows, but you can never be too careful.
“Ooo,” she moans out, tossing her head back a little further. I take the opportunity to allow my hand to drop down to her side, running it over her robust ass, and bringing it to the front of her pants. Unbuckling her button, I dip my hand inside. Much to my surprise, she’s not wearing any panties. I’m met with slick wetness between her lips. If there were any doubts, they’re gone now.
Raven rocks her hips up, giving me the impression she wants me to touch her even more. Shit, hearin’ her moan again, I’m fightin’ every urge to make this a rough, quick, claiming fuck. I have to take my time with her. I don’t wanna break her the first time I sink my cock inside her. Other women have screamed, pleaded for me to take my cock out.
“I want to touch you,” she declares, moving her hands to the front of my jeans. There’s not a doubt in the world she can feel my erection pressing into her stomach. My cock pops free the second she unzips my jeans. Unable to help myself, I pull her own jeans down a bit, giving me a great look at that gorgeous pussy of hers.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” I mumble, unable to force my eyes from her body. It’s not just her body that’s alluring to me though, it’s the soul and personality she has with it.
“Holy shit. Is that a prosthetic?” She gasps at the size of my cock. I’ve heard a lot of crazy shit come out of a woman’s mouth . . . but this one’s a first.
“Do they make prosthetic dicks?” I laugh.
“If they didn’t before, I’d say they do now,” Raven mutters as she brings her hand to it. She’s acting shy like a virgin, and I know this girl isn’t a damn virgin. Let’s just say I’ve been blessed with length and width. Plenty of women in my past felt me for days after. I just can’t wait to sink myself into her, stretching that pussy wide and filling her up. I want to fuckin’ watch my cum oozing out of her pussy. Fuck, if I could put a plug in her cunt, I would, makin’ her keep it all.
“You scared of me, Baby Bird?” I tease, inserting two fingers inside her. She’s pretty damn wet. Honestly, I could slam my cock into her and she just might take it all in one motion.
“Nope,” she mews, darting her tongue over her bottom lip. Fuck, girl. She either knows what she’s doin’ to me or has no fuckin’ clue.
Raven strokes my cock slowly, applying
pressure, and pre-cum oozes from my head. “Baby Bird, Put your ass on the table. I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside you.”
Raven sits her ass on the table, moving the two chairs on both sides away from her to give me more room. My cock twitches in anticipation, beyond ready for this moment. Fuck, I’ve had dreams thinking about it.
I taunt her pussy, rubbing myself up and down, going from her clit to her entrance. “Are you ready for this?”
She nods her head. “Yes, you have no idea.”
I ease myself into her, already feeling her pussy adjusting to my size. She moans, and every time I inch into her further, she lets out a soft mew. I doubt she realizes that mew makes me wanna go wild. “Holy shit!” she calls out as I grab onto her hips and increase speed. I’m tryin’ like hell not to pound into her ‘cause Lord knows I don’t wanna hurt her.
Raven looks at me with glassy eyes, purses her lips out, and mews again. “Hawk, please. I want it harder. Please don’t be gentle. I want you to fuck me hard. I’m yours, Hawk, so fuck me like it!” she pleads, begging in the sexiest way possible.
I can’t hold back now. Every bit of self-control I had goes out the window and I ram myself into this tight heat of hers. She closes her eyes and moans even louder. I hear the door open and see Zane coming back in. His eyes go wide at the sight of what’s happening but I couldn’t care less. He needs to see this shit. He needs to see me fuckin’ my woman.
Raven opens her eyes and sees Zane too, but looks over to me. “Please don’t stop. Keep going. I need you to k-keep going!” The pitch of her tone heightens and she starts to squirm and scream as I slam into that pussy harder than before. I put my thumb over her clit and flick it over and over, setting her on the edge.
My cock tenses up and I know what’s comin’. Any second now, I’m going to explode my seed into her hot pussy. “You ready to take it all, Baby Bird?”
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