“You filthy motherfucker!” she screamed, losing her cool for the first time during a fight. This wasn’t just for sport. It was revenge—which made Abi a weapon of mass destruction. She dropped on top of the guy and bashed his skull in repeatedly until brain matter splattered over the floor. If not for another man, who didn’t speak English but didn’t look Mexican either, came at her, she threw her head back and laughed. He stopped for only a second at her madness before he drew close and reached for his gun. He didn’t stand a chance. She raised up and kicked at the same time, landing her boot in the middle of his face. It knocked him unconscious immediately, which didn’t seem to deter her. This time, she worked on alternating head and body shots until his face was unrecognizable. With the edge knocked off, she moved on to the next.
“Abi, free the girls and get them out of here,” Yo Neg instructed. She started to argue, but realized there was only two men left that hadn’t been killed and both were on the losing end of Cajun and Slider. With a shrug, she turned to the wide eyed scared little ones that ranged in age. Some didn’t look like they could be older than five or six, while others were in their early twenties. It made her want to vomit at the mere idea of what these girls were intended for.
“I’m gonna get you all out of here, okay?” she soothed. “I need you to help each other once I get a few of you free.” She cut loose a handful of girls then dug a few knives out of her pocket and handed them each one. “Let’s get everyone untied and we’ll get the hell out of here,” she said, glancing up at Yo Neg. He nodded, signaling he was going to stay back and help her get them to the vans the Feds had hidden in the brush. While part of the group stayed behind to transport them to safety, the rest took off to aid in the disposal portion of the evening’s festivities.
Slider easily slid in the back of the crowd unnoticed. The room was packed with sick fucks from all over the place. Americans, Asians, just about every country could be identified in the faces that sweat their evil stench through the air. He slid around the back giving the rest of them room to enter and they all took position. Tonto gave the signal from the opposite side of the room, and the livestock slaughter began. “You want to hurt little girls? There’s a special place in hell reserved for you!” he yelled, gaining the attention of two men in front of him. He slit their throats and they dropped before more noticed. Over a dozen were lying in a lake of blood that pooled on the concrete before havoc broke out. Each side of the room held the same numbers, which made it easy for the gang to herd them to the middle and clear a path before they opened fire. Bodies dropped in swarms. Men reached for their guns, but didn’t have time to get more than a shot or two off before they fell dead onto the building pile of corpses.
“Mothafuckas!” Sandman yelled, moving his automatic rifle back and forth, spraying bullets. Blood splattered in all directions from the amount of bodies and the number of times each was hit. Only Slider was hit, which as it turns out was only a graze from a ricocheting bullet. Who knew a bullet could go through a body, bounce off concrete, go back through skull and brain and come out the other side?
“I’m gonna need a tetanus shot, and possibly herpe-cifi-litis-hiv antibiotic if they make one. Better yet, just make it a combo pack, just to be safe. Who knows what diseases these nasty fucks are carrying,” he laughed, shooting a man point blank in the forehead. More blood splashed in his face, but he regarded it with a swipe of his arm and moved on to the next one. The few left standing wouldn’t be for long, but Reyes was nowhere to be seen. He glanced around, noticing neither was Shady. “Someone go after Shady! Reyes isn’t here!” he yelled. He saw a few of their guys head out the exit and went back to the job at hand. Reyes wasn’t gonna get far. They had Feds staked out around the area, and with Shady on his tail, the bastard better pray it was a man who finds him before she did. His little woman had raging PMS and a vengeance against the son-of-a-bitch, which made his death sentence triple fold. He’d be begging for death by the time she got around to ending his miserable life.
*****
Heaven smiled as she closed the adjoining door between her room and the room Tami and Sadie now shared. They’d insisted on being together, and neither she nor Sahara wanted to leave them but agreed with the sole reason that there were adjoining doors to each of their rooms with the girls in the middle. The guys had insisted on barricading their main door, placing every piece of furniture aside from the beds in front of it and the window just as an extra safety precaution, and had Rig and Breeze camped outside. Not that the guys still couldn’t bust down the door if needed, but it served as an extra precaution should someone uninvited get past the wall of muscle outside and try to get to the girls.
It was another hot night, and Shark and Axel had gone to retrieve drinks for everyone else. What they all wanted was a cold beer, but until they were home safe and the girls not in danger, pop would have to do. They still hadn’t heard back from the others but didn’t figure they would until the mission was ‘taken care of’. And it would be. After they’d seen the huge open underground crypt of cages that held innocent girls, they’d stay in Mexico until every last one of the people responsible were rotting in the hot sun.
Heaven propped her chair in the doorway from her room that led outside where everyone sat, listening to the guys shoot the shit while keeping an eye on the girls’ door at the same time.
“I keep checking on them,” Sahara said, walking up beside her. “I don’t want to let her out of my sight.” Her voice was soft, and all of the emotions she felt inside, Heaven understood perfectly. She felt the same.
“They’ve been through so much,” Heaven whispered.
“Yeah. I think Sadie is trying to protect me by thinking I don’t know what all happened to her. If it makes her feel better, then I’ll go along with it for now. I know the girls understand each other better than either of us could. I wouldn’t know what to say or how to be there for her besides the normal protective responses.”
“Nothing we can say will make it better or go away. It’s just going to have to be something they learn to accept and overcome. Hopefully between the two of us, and them having each, other they will.” Heaven knew that despite her original jealousy over Sahara, they shared something in common besides a patch. Now, more than ever, she felt compelled to let the other woman know that their friendship would run thicker than blood, thicker than leather, and thicker than the test of time. Sahara nodded, her hand resting on Heaven’s shoulder.
“We’ll get through it. They have a lot of support. So do we.” Her eyes cut to Colt, and Heaven watched as her features changed.
“Yeah. We do. So. I was thinking that maybe the girls could share a room at the clubhouse. There’s a couple little cabins out back that need cleaned up, but are right next to each other. I figure a little elbow grease, some fresh accents, and the girls could have their own little apartment. Tonto and Fork have decided to build their family homes on the land. That gives even more room in the main house. The girls can be together, and most importantly have constant security without feeling smothered.” Heaven had already planned to move Tami in as soon as she was old enough to leave home and gotten the okay from the club. Having Sadie there, especially since she needed round the clock protection as well, only made her idea even brighter.
“Sounds great,” she smiled. The guys came back with the drinks and Raven handed Heaven and Sahara both a Coke.
“It was either Coke or root beer. I figured caffeine was always the way to go,” he grinned. Damn he looked good when he smiled. Heaven couldn’t help but stare at how ruggedly beautiful he was.
“Thanks,” she said on a breath. Yeah, just seeing the man with his dark hair gleaming in the moonlight and those piercing eyes made her breathy. Maybe it was because she knew just how amazing he was in bed, or maybe it was something else. But whatever it was, she couldn’t hide her reaction.
“Thanks. I’ll just take these to the girls…,” Sahara said, letting the ‘girls’ trail off in joking sugges
tion. She may have seen people fucking right in front of her at the parties and had her own bout of fun from time to time, but watching the two make googlie eyes at each other was her cue to give them some privacy. She grabbed the root beers off the window ledge and walked inside.
Raven pulled a desk chair from their little sidewalk congregation next to Heaven and sat down close enough their bodies touched. He took a chug of his pop and sat it down, tossing an arm around her shoulders. Heaven relaxed into his side. She didn’t know why, but it felt normal. Here was this badass of all badasses, putting his arm around her in front of everyone, as if they’d been together forever. They fit. She felt a pang of guilt as her mind drifted to Gage. They’d been that way behind closed doors, but not out for everyone to see. Not like this. She’d known things were different between them when he’d started sleeping in her bed instead of fucking her and hauling ass like their norm in the beginning, but he’d never opened completely up. Now, despite everything, she realized it wasn’t something between them. She’d just become a regular piece of ass. Now, he’d moved on and so had she. Still, she couldn’t deny the disappointment she felt. He must have noticed the change in her because he tugged her to her feet and guided her inside.
“What’re you doing?”
He pulled her body sharply against his and grabbed her ass in both hands. She could feel his huge bulge grinding into her lower stomach and gasped. “The girls are fine for now, and the place is guarded.” Still trying to dance around what he wanted, she put both hands on his chest to try to distance herself. He wasn’t having it. He tugged her ass even harder against him, lifting her just enough his cock rubbed her pussy through her jeans. How the man lifted her like she weighed nothing amazed her. She grabbed onto his biceps and it became clear she didn’t need to hang on. His arms were enormous and so hard they could have been carved out of granite. She half expected them to be cool to the touch.
“And?” She tempted a little farther, needing him to make his intentions crystal after the shit she was still trying to sort out over Gage and Colt. As she thought about it, it was more Gage. Colt had been great in bed, but more of an accessory of sorts, if that made sense. He had showed a general like for her, and they were friends, but it was more of a friends with benefits. Is that how it had been with Gage too? Raven’s lips crashed down on hers and her mind shut off. It wasn’t just a ‘fuck me’ kiss. It was a, ‘taking his time, exploring and heightening her senses until she was juicing up her jeans’ type of kiss. When he broke apart from her, she was panting and needy.
“And, I’m staking my claim on you, Heaven.” He kissed her again, his lips trailing down her neck. He nipped the tender skin, bringing a sting that had her belly burning in flip-flops. The soft, velvety tip of his tongue would soothe the sting before he’d move lower. As he reached her neckline, her head was swimming. He raked one hand up her side and under her shirt, scooting the material with it. Once the barrier was out of the way, Raven, still holding her with one hand, tugged her bra strap down far enough her tit popped out. His eyes went ravenous. “Mine,” he growled. His voice alone sent shivers over her skin and pebbled her nipples.
That was the breaking point to his control. Raven watched her body respond to him and he ducked his head, sucking the perfect little rose tinted bud in his mouth. He scraped his teeth over it, sucking and licking it generously until he moved to give the other one the same treatment. Heaven’s back arched against his mouth and he let out an untamed rumble.
In three strides he’d deposited her on the bed and had his boots and jeans halfway off. She scooted away from him, a wicked little smile playing at her lips. Oh, he loved a good chase all right, but right now he wasn’t in the mood. As his pants pooled at his ankles, he stepped out and lunged across the bed at her, catching her by the waist band of her jeans, had them unbuttoned and off her legs in one motion. She let out a playful yelp. With his other hand, he caught her around the ankle and tugged her toward him. “If you have any fondness to that bra, I suggest you get it off. Now.” She tilted her head to the side, not quite understanding. When it registered, it was already too late. He’d grabbed his knife off the nightstand and slid it under the front that stretched across her cleavage and cut the material free.
“What the hell?” she protested, and had intended on letting him have it considering that was the only bra she had with her but stopped. The hungry, predatorily look that flashed across his eyes made her freeze.
“Mine!” he roared and dove on top of her. He took her lips again, this time more of a distraction while he pinned both of her arms above her head with one giant hand. His other hand reached up and fisted in the back of her hair, tugging. “Tell me who you belong to, Heaven.” The sting sent tingles through her body. His head dipped down and tasted her mouth. “Who these lips belong to.” He traced his tongue down her neck again. “Who this body belongs to.” Each word seemed harder for him to cut out. When she hesitated, he pulled her hair enough it made her gasp and he bit down on her nipple at the same time. Heaven’s world tilted. Just from that little show of dominance, she now teetered on the verge of orgasm.
“You!” she gasped, bucking under him in desperation. “Please! I belong to you, Thomas!” His control snapped the moment he heard his name fall from her lips.
He released her and spread her legs with both hands, rubbing his rough callouses over her soft flesh. Her hips came off the bed when his touch grazed against the inside of her thighs and he plunged two fingers deep in her moist heat. “God, you’re so fucking wet, baby.” He took a moment, appreciating the view of his fingers working in and out of her pussy. Her sweet cream coated his fingers, juicing so much it made suction sounds around his digits. Before she could come, he stopped. She whined at the void his fingers left behind, but wanted to force him inside when he pulled them up to his mouth and sucked them clean.
“So fucking sweet,” he ground out. She raised up on her elbows and kissed him, tasting her own juices on his tongue. That was the end of Raven’s control. He had her flat on her back and was seated to the hilt so fast she cried out. Her body stretched around him, clenching and milking his cock to the point he almost filled her right then and there. He looked down in her eyes and his breath caught. There she was. The woman he’d been waiting for since that teenage boy’s heart shattered. She was putting it back together, and that hole he’d carried all his life began to fill. Loneliness began to be replaced with love. Real, soul-consuming love that washed over him harder than the biggest high he’d ever had. That was the moment his intentions changed. He didn’t just want her body, he wanted her heart.
“Thomas,” she panted. “Please…” her hips arched against him, grinding her clit against his pelvic bone. She needed more, and she needed it now.
“Mmm, you feel so fucking good, baby,” he cooed. Yeah. Her big bad biker cooed in her ear. Not the normal, dirty ‘take it bitch’ talk, but he had the perfect amount of naughty with the sweet. She’d never had sweet. As in, ever. So, why now? It shocked her and made her mind whirl to the point she was about to bolt when he sensed the difference in her. “You’re mine, Heaven. Mine to keep,” he pulled out, thrusting hard in to her body. The sudden change in movement had her back arching and the back of her head pushing down against the mattress. His slow, deliberate strokes had her on the edge once more.
“Come for me, baby, I want to feel you milk me,” he whispered against her ear. She let out a low moan, almost pushed over the edge just from his words. He reached one hand under her hips and tilted her ass off the bed and quickened his pace, pounding at the spot he knew would rocket her off.
“Fuck! Yes! God, yes!” she yelled out just before her body clenched down on him so tight it almost hurt. He fought against her muscles that tried to push him from her sweet little cunt, gritting his teeth. It was almost too much to bear.
“Fuck, Heaven,” he roared, riding the waves along with her as he felt her pussy gush. Warm cream leaked down his balls and coated her thighs, tran
sferring onto him as their bodies moved together. It cut the last bit of willpower he had left. He looked down at her hooded eyes and unleashed the beast inside.
Raven bent his head down into the crook of her neck and bit, shoving his throbbing cock as deep as her little body would take him. Heaven’s fingernails cut into his back, her hips rising to match his hard, fast thrusts. “Mine!” he growled, spilling his hot seed deep in her body, which triggered her to come again, even more violently than the first.
*****
Raven walked out into the night from the store carrying a bag of pop and snacks. Since Tami and Sadie both seemed to be big on root beer, he grabbed a few and made sure they had a selection of Mexican candy the store carried. The choices may be weird and new, but candy was candy. Damn if he wasn’t floating on air, and thirsty as fuck. Three times he’d taken Heaven, and each more intense than the first. She had as big of an appetite as he did. He smiled to himself. For something so tragic for them to be here doing, something pretty fuckin’ great came of it. When he got back to the motel, he noticed Gage pacing back and forth in front of their room. He smiled and went to greet him when Gage exploded.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Gage growled at Raven.
Raven turned up a perfectly defined eyebrow, allowing those almost black eyes to turn iridescent. “Nothing that concerns you.” His voice was sharp and low, slicing through the growing tension between them. He didn’t want to have a pissing contest right now. He wanted to go back in and see how many places he could drink Coke off Heaven.
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