Withstanding Me

by Crystal Spears

  I feel like at any moment, her mother is gonna murder our asses and take her daughter away. This is not a calm fuckin feeling.

  “I don’t understand.” Winter says quietly.

  “Your sister Sabine is in Denmark. On a trip to Russia, I met and fell in love with your father. Needless to say, I did not know he was an evil man. He forced me to come to the states when I was pregnant with Sabine. Her being the first-born needed to be named in our Danish hierarchy; it is the way of my people. He had no choice. But when you were born, he would not let me take you. He said one or the other. I know this may seem bad my child, but I had to get out. He treated you like the world. I made sure there were people watching you at all times. If I had stayed, we might not be having this meeting right now. I would most likely be dead. Murdered by my own husband. The reason behind your uncle’s hits is that I was still in fact married to your now deceased father. His money is mine, yours and Sabine’s. Your uncle is not thrilled with this as you can see. I’m done with this Russian accent . You know it’s me, yes?”

  Winter is sitting stunned with the rest of us, and her mother quickly changes to another accent. I feel like my head’s spinning.

  “Good my darling,” she pats Winter on the knee and her now accent is even hotter.

  Shit balls.

  “In this folder you will find contact information for your sister. You may contact her. She will be expecting it. The rest of your inheritance is also in that folder. There are directions on how you may come to receive it. I suspect you won’t be going back to Denmark with me after we clear this mess?”

  Oh, shit!

  Winter gulps with the rest of the room and you can see the stiffness in Braxxon’s back.

  “No, no. My life is here. I would like to visit, if I’m allowed, on occasion?” She answers back.

  “Of course, anytime you may wish. Your father was excellent at keeping his illegal businesses quiet. Which for my marriage and my head at Denmark was a very good thing. I expect you have no qualms about me splitting his estates with your sister as well? I plan to sell all the legal properties, and such; only cash will be left.”

  Winter doesn’t hesitate. “She can have it all. I don’t want his money.”

  Liana chuckles. “Yes, you do dear; it’s quite a lot.”

  Again, Winter doesn’t hesitate. “I have plenty from my first inheritance that you left me and now this,” she shakes the folder, “is plenty.”

  Her mother shakes her head in agreement that it’s plenty of money, but she’s not happy. “My dear, it’s your money as well. Consider it as a ‘fuck you’ payment to your uncle. He will not be at all happy about losing this amount of money.”

  Everyone starts laughing.

  “What, did I not use the correct terminology? Is fuck you not right?”

  We all laugh some more and Liana laughs with us.

  “Now for the heavy stuff. My dear daughter, I hate to say this. But if this is the life you choose… oh, this pains me to say. I will not be able to claim you as mine in the public eye.” Her mother’s voice breaks.

  The entire room grows quiet, and Winter sniffles. “I understand.”

  And it is understandable. Look at the life we fuckin live. Royalty can’t be tied to us at all.

  “This cousin of yours, he must belong to your father and uncle. He is not to be trusted. I have no Russian men you’ve spoke of here. In fact, I have no Russians on my side at all. I’ve been in Denmark this entire time. With only hired help watching over you. Like bodyguards, I guess you would call them, well until you ran away. It took them until two months ago to relocate you. The only way your cousin could have possibly known was if your uncle told him about my call. Your uncle is the only one I spoke with. I would have handled these matters overseas, but it’s a lot of paperwork, and I wanted to meet you. I would say your uncle is running scared, and this is reasoning behind his hit. This is why I travel with all these men. It’s not safe for me to be in the states, but I am handling this matter of my deceased husband’s estates so I may put it behind me.”

  Braxxon opens his hand palm up, and Winter doesn’t hesitate to dig out her prepay. He doesn’t yell; he doesn’t speak. He just calmly takes the phone and hands it to Sniper, who then takes off to dispose of it.

  “I trust you will take care of my daughter?” Liana looks to Braxxon. “And that you will let her visit?”

  You can hear the sound of Braxxon’s teeth gritting together about the idea of Winter leaving the states.

  “I will take care of her, and she can visit.” He grits out.

  At first, I think he’s offended her mother, until she starts laughing. “I wouldn’t keep her longer than a few weeks at a time.”

  Oh that’s not gonna help.

  “Now I know my visit is short Winter. But I must get back east, sign the documents the lawyers need me to sign, and I need to get the hell out of…,” she pauses and Winter finishes for her.

  “Dodge?”

  Her mother smiles. “Yes. It’s not safe here. I would take you with me if I knew I had that option. But I don’t. I really don’t, do I?”

  Again, Braxxon growls.

  “No, I’m married. My family is here,” she answers her mom.

  “I understand. May I give you a hug?”

  She doesn’t even answer; she just stands when her mother does and embraces her. When they release, they both are in tears, and it kinda tugs at all our hearts because shit this is sad. You only gotta be human to understand it.

  “All my contact information is in that folder. All my private lines and emails. That’s all you need to get a hold of me. Even my address is in there.”

  They take off walking, and I’m sitting stunned. I thought we were meeting more Russian royalty. We thought Winter was of Russian royalty. How wrong were we? She is just a Russian mafia princess, and she has Denmark royalty blood lingering in her veins. That’s some fucked up shit. She’s giving up a lot up to stay here with us and I now respect her even more.

  “Brother,” Pyro says beside me.

  “Yeah, I know. Seeing Winter in a whole new fuckin light man.”

  ***

  Chapter 27

  ZZ

  Braxxon sends Winter off after her mother leaves, and we’re all back in the chapel trying to figure out this fucking Russian mess. It’s a clusterfuck. We have no idea what’s going on and why Winter’s cousin was trying to trick her into thinking her mother sent Russian’s here to help.

  “Not understandin this shit, brother,” Pyro rubs at his temples and I feel like doing the same.

  “The only shit that I can think of is that maybe the second set was possibly for Winter’s mom. They haven’t bothered us. So that’s my fuckin guess,” Braxxon says lighting up a smoke.

  “So we fuckin kill them all. Fuck it. Let’s just get rid of them all. I’m tired. I want my fuckin freedom back.” Smokey snarls.

  I get it. The clubhouse has been quiet. No muffler bunnies hanging around and shit. But Smokey’s translation is… he just wants to be able to fuck and do drugs in peace.

  We hear a loud thud, and then Storm screaming my name repeatedly.

  “MASON!” It’s blood-curdling screams, and she used my real name. We take off running outta the building to the parking lot. Winter, Storm, Bom Bom, Ma, Creamy, and Mace are all huddled around something. I push them outta the way. There sits my daughter all bruised up. I turn to Mace. “I THOUGHT SHE WAS FUCKING WITH YOU!”

  “She took me to my room. That was it, and then she was just gone. How the fuck was I supposed to know she was leaving?” He throws his hands up before dropping beside me as I fall to the cement.

  “HOW THE FUCK DID SHE GET OFF THE COMPOUND WITHOUT ANYONE FUCKING SEEING HER?”

  I’m so pissed off I can’t see straight.

  “Dad,” she croaks. “I snuck off.”

  Calming breaths Mason, calm fuckin breaths.

  “No shit baby girl. Who the fuck did this to you?”

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p; Shadow drops down beside me and Mace and tilts Tatiana’s chin up, forcing her to look at him.

  “His name now, T. Don’t fuckin lie to me, I swear to fuckin god, don’t you dare lie to me.”

  She shakes her head no. “He got carried away. I asked for it, and you know I did.”

  Oh, mother of fucking hell. No, she didn’t.

  “You’ve been going to the club.” It’s not a fuckin question; it’s a fucking statement.

  “T… name now!”

  Shadow looks just as pissed as I am. I bet the motherfucker is blaming himself and that shit ain’t right. My daughter is a stubborn little shit. She starts rubbing at her neck, and Shadow pushes her hands away.

  “You practiced breath play,” he whispers. Shadow actually sounds hurt until he moves her hair away more. “I’m gonna fuckin kill him. Name now, T. Done playin these games with you.”

  I look at the spot he just moved my daughter’s hair from and I see fuckin red.

  “Are you a fuckin masochist?” I all but yell at my fuckin idiot daughter.

  “I dunno.” She replies shakily.

  “YOU DON’T FUCKIN KNOW!” Shadow roars. “YOU DON’T PLAY IF YOU DON’T FUCKIN KNOW!”

  He takes a calming breath like I keep doing. “Name. If you don’t give me a name, all I gotta do is ask around. But the more I have to search, the angrier I’m gonna be when I find this fucker!”

  Tatiana stands up, shaking. Yeah, I bet you’re shaking baby girl. You’ve just were strangled because you didn’t know what the fuck you were doing.

  I pull Shadow aside, away from ears. “Get rid of him, brother. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known my daughter hasn’t the first fuckin clue about this shit. I don’t know how your shit works there, but I want it dealt with. Do it right, because I swear to god, if you don’t, I might just take my anger out on you, brother or not.”

  Shadow eyes me carefully. “It doesn’t work that way. He knew. He just seen a pretty girl and thought he could deal with her stupidity without fuckin repercussions. I’ll fuckin handle it.”

  Any other time, I might beat him to the cement for saying my daughter is practically stupid. But right now, she’s fucking stupid for getting involved in shit she knows nothing about.

  “Let the Prez know you’re headed out. Make sure he’s okay with it. I don’t have a clue as to why the fuck he wouldn’t.”

  I walk over to my bruised up daughter and frown. “Ma, take her inside, put her ass to bed like the child she’s acting like.” And I walk away.

  ***

  Storm

  I’m almost afraid to go inside the clubhouse. Mason is pissed. He has every right to be so too. I can’t believe she pulled that shit. We have hits on our asses and she’s out playing kinky sex? I just don’t get it.

  I don’t see Mason at the bar, so I go back to his room. I hate fuckin being in this building, in this hall. It’s not exactly woman friendly. I find him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. He’s practically shaking. I shut the door and walk over to him. He doesn’t look up, so I move his arms, sit in his lap, and cradle him to me. It’s heartbreaking seeing him like this. It’s like he doesn’t know what to do.

  His arms wrap tightly around me, and I sigh and almost groan because I’m so bruised, but he needs me, so I’m gonna buck up.

  “I’m not gonna ask you if you’re okay because there’s no damn way you’re okay.”

  He lets out a long breath and moves to look at me.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

  It’s time to get his mind off of things. I reach up and lift my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the floor. His questionable stare almost makes me giggle. “Just because you can’t fuck my pussy…,” I trail off letting him figure it out on his own.

  Sure enough, Mason is a smart guy. He figures it out and my bra is unsnapped and tossed aside quickly. His mouth descends down on my right nipple, and I moan. It feels so good. But his patience is already thin because he stands us up without removing his mouth and makes quick work of my jeans. I shuffle out of them with a laugh while I start undoing his. He shrugs off his cut and barely lets go of his grip while tearing off his t-shirt.

  “I have no restraint, darlin. Need in you now.”

  “I’m good with that,” I purr.

  Mason breaks away from me and goes digging into his dresser drawer. After he finds what he was looking for, he tosses them on the bed, grabs a pillow, and moves it towards the end of the bed. I barely catch sight of all of this because I’m staring at his beautiful cock. I mean the man is pierced for fucks sake. It’s sexy as hell.

  “Bend over the bed, darlin. Push the pillow against your chest.”

  Huh?

  He chuckles at me, and my eyes snap to his. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”

  Yeah, no kidding. He gently bends me over, and pushes my knees against the end of the bed, pushing the pillow up underneath me. I’m so damned turned on because he’s being gentle and my ass is in the air. Something about a biker being gentle is wicked hot. Mason runs his palm from the back of my neck all the way across the curves of my back and lightly swats my butt. His hot breath blows up against my ass, and I shiver as his lips press lightly against my cheek. “Even your ass is pretty.” I hear tearing, and then squirting. One of his big hands moves to my front, working my clit in a slow tease. His tongue trails up the side of my neck dipping into my ear. “Deep breath.” Oh god. When he hears me inhale, he pushes in quickly, and I gasp and exhale. He doesn’t move. He just sits there, waiting for my body to adjust to him. I push back against him, urging him to move. “I’m gonna go slow, baby.”

  I can’t talk. I have a huge cock in my ass. Not to mention said cock is pierced up. His fingers start moving a little more, making my pulse quicken as he slowly moves in and out of me. His hard, hot chest pushing against my back, his other arm lands next to me on the bed and his pace starts picking up. “I can’t do it, Storm. Baby, I gotta move faster,” he pants into my ear.

  “Yeah, yeah.” It’s all I can mumble as my body begins to quake.

  “You just… you just feel so fuckin… good.”

  Please keep talking. Please!

  “So tight, so warm.” He growls, slamming into me.

  Yes!

  “Faster,” I cry.

  His mouth moves to my shoulder, and he begins to suck as he puts more pressure on my clit. It’s the most sensual feeling I’ve ever experienced.

  “I love you,” I moan.

  As soon as the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back because his lips move away from my shoulder. I almost cry until he turns my head and takes my mouth with his. Mason sucks on my tongue as if he’s starved for it. His arm wraps around me, lifting us into a standing position. He taps my thighs and I comply by standing on the bed. I moan into his mouth because of the angle we’re in. One hand presses down on my cervix, and I shudder in his arms. My entire body convulses into a state of unimaginable bliss.

  “FUCK!” Mason roars as he pulls away from my mouth and releases himself deep inside of me. I’m gasping for breath as we both lose our balance and fall onto the bed. “Jesus Christ babe.”

  I gasp as he pulls himself out of me. “Yeah,” I laugh.

  Mason gets up and walks to the bathroom only to return, and pick me up. “What are you doing?”

  “Shower, sleep. That’s the plan. That good with you?” He chuckles, standing me up.

  He reaches over and turns on the shower.

  “I can’t get my hair wet. All my shit is over in my room.”

  He chuckles. “Don’t get hair wet. Got it.”

  Mason turns back to me. “Thank you.”

  I tilt my head to study him. “For?”

  He moves me into the shower and shuts the curtain. “For calming me down.”

  I bite my lip while I fight a smile.

  ***

  Chapter 28

  ZZ

  I’m lacing up my boots and trying not wake Storm. She�
�s sleeping peacefully, and Braxxon’s called a chapel meeting. I’m shocked because it’s fucking early. I lean over and move her hair out of her face. She’s so damn beautiful, she sucks the breath outta my lungs. Even with her bruises healing, she still looks like a goddess. Quietly, I let myself out and walk towards the chapel. I’m the last one in, so I shut the doors, and as soon as I sit, and Braxxon’s slams the gavel down, I blurt, “Breakneck!”

  The entire room erupts in fucking laughter.

  “Fanfuckintastic. Now I can tell my wife not to take your balls. Oh and Mace is your spawn; blood test results came back.”

  I shake my head. Fucking bastard always leading with something funny first.

  “Juan called and woke my ass up. Normally I’d kick his ass, but he had some interesting news. Half the Gunners are on a charity run. Pyro, Sniper, ZZ, you’re with me. The rest of you are to stay fuckin here. Don’t leave the fuckin compound. With the Russians up to something, we can’t afford for shit to happen.”

  I look over at Shadow. “Problem dealt with?”

  “Yep.”

  Good, vague. Vague is real good.

  “Make sure she fuckin stays put today?”

  I can’t be fuckin worrying about her leaving while we’re out.

  “Done. I’ll tie her ass up if I have to.”

  I’m good with that.

  ***

  We pull up in the alley behind The Gunners MC and wait for Braxxon to direct us. There’s no gate to their clubhouse. It’s just a building. It’ll make this shit ten times easier. I take the machete outta my saddlebag after I cock my gun. Both hands are loaded and ready.

  “Bom Bom just texted; she’s walking up to the door. Let’s go. I want her to be able to move the fuck outta the way.”

  We all nod and start walking alongside the wall. Braxxon peeks around the corner that leads us right next to the door so when it opens, Bom Bom can move outta the way, and we can fuckin rush their asses. It wasn’t hard finding one of their logo t-shirts. That’s what Bom Bom is wearing to get in. She straight up looks like a Gunner groupie, and that’s the plan to get the door opened. She pops her gum after knocking on the door. A few seconds go by before it swings open, and Bom Bom squirts whoever opened the door with Mace and takes off running, and we rush in.