Old Lady (Iron Disciples Book 2)

by Daniella Tucci

  I am so glad Stacy is here to drive me. No way could I have found this address; not in my present state of mind at least. My wrist hurts, my leg hurts, and my fucking heart hurts! Then in the midst of my self-pity pig wallow in the mud another thought surfaces. Stacy must know something. After all, she is fucking the…well I guess the former Sargent at Arms…or VP, I’m not sure anymore, but she must have been told something in the throes of passion, either that or in the afterglow of great sex while spooning. So I turn to my new best friend and corner her like only a new best friend can.

  “So Stacy, what am I walking into here? He is alive right?”

  “How am I supposed to know that?”

  “You are fucking Cade’s right hand man; yes or no?”

  “That doesn’t mean he spills his guts to me the moment we get alone.” She says, beginning to get a little miffed.

  “So you don’t know what I’m walking into here then? He is alive right?”

  “Honestly Morgan, your guess is as good as mine. Shooter didn’t say a peep last night I swear or I’d tell you.”

  “Fine!”

  We lapse back into silence until we’re pulling up to the address. After we park I open the door to get out when she puts a hand on my arm.

  “Wait a second.” She says.

  Then she digs around in her purse until she finds whatever it is she’s looking for. She holds out what looks to be a real suture kit.

  “I don’t know how to use this.” I say taking it and sticking it in my purse.

  “You can sew a patch on right?” Stacy asks me. “How much harder can it be?”

  Then she hands me a bottle of what appears to be Vicodin or a similar type of pain killers.

  Then she takes both of my hands in hers and looks me straight into the eyes.

  “Okay, I do know a few things and it’s not good. The next time we meet I get the feeling we’re going to be in opposite corners.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Shooter was Cade’s Sargent at Arms, then promoted very briefly to VP…of the Iron Disciples. How do you think he’s managed to stay alive with Eddie in charge?”

  “He jumped ship! Mother fucker switched to the enemy’s side. How can you stand to be in the same room with him Stacy? He’s a traitor and that’s just one rung above rat status. You’re practically sleeping with a fucking rat!”

  “Careful what you say Morgan. What we’re involved in is way bigger than ourselves. Shooter is doing what he has to do in order to survive and Cade has done the same.”

  “What do you mean? Cade’s no fucking traitor and he’s not a mother fucking rat bastard either!”

  “Well somehow he’s survived Morgan and you may not like how or what he’s done to survive; I’m just sayin’.”

  “Fuck!”

  “I’m sorry Morgan. I really like you…I mean I really freaking like you and I’m not sure how this is all going to play out but I have this feeling it’s gonna get a lot uglier before it gets prettier. I don’t know what the future holds but I have a feeling before this is over, we’re going to be standing on opposite sides of the fence. I’m truly sorry Morgan…I really am.”

  Then Stacy takes my face in her hands and puts her amazingly soft lips on mine and instantly my anger disappears as goose bumps run down my spine and my whole body just tingles like fucking crazy. There’s just something in the way she kisses me that sets my whole body on fire; I can’t help it. Her lips are so soft, so insistent that mine just automatically open as her tongue slips inside and immediately I’m wishing her tongue would slip inside a different pair of lips. God if she can make my mouth feel this good, oh the things she can do to my kitty. By the time she breaks contact and pulls back I’m ready to betray the club; to turn rat just to feel Stacy’s mouth on my body again. Wow…talk about guys being pussy whipped... what does that make me?

  I watch her drive off and my body just starts quaking. I feel an ache where I shouldn’t be aching after the touch from another woman. But I have another kind of ache that goes deeper than my flesh and it bores into my soul.

  I hobble up to the steps of a non-descript Victorian house and ring the doorbell. I have no idea what I am going to find here and my future as far as I can see remains dark and cloudy like the sky just before a thunderstorm. I feel a chill that starts deep inside and by the time the door opens I feel like I’m standing in two feet of snow and not eighty-five degree California weather.

  The door opens, but the first thing out is not the person behind the door; it’s the two barrels of a shotgun pointed straight at my chest.

  “State your name and your business and be quick about it. I got an itchy trigger finger today.”

  I just about crap my pants when that gun pokes out. It takes me a second to find my voice.

  “I’m Morgan…I’m Cade’s old lady.”

  “It’s about time you showed up. Now get your ass inside before someone other than me blows your head off!”

  When the door shuts behind me I get a better look at the old man and I nearly gasp at the family resemblance. It’s Cade’s old man.

  “He said you were a fucking babe but I never would have guessed this.”

  “Funny, he said the same about you.” I reply sarcastically.

  “Well that’s great! If my son doesn’t make it looks like we’ll have a future together.”

  “How is your son?” I ask anxiously.

  “He lost his club to that asshole brother of his, how do you think he is?”

  “He’s a strong ma-”

  “The hell he is! If he wasn’t such a fucking pussy he would have gone to war and not wound up being run out of his club. He has you to think for that.”

  “Me? Why the fuck is it my fault?”

  “Because his head’s not in the club anymore. All he’s thinking about is pussy; yours! That’s why he made this fucked up decision to not go to war. Going to war would have meant him being away from you for long periods of time and he couldn’t stand the thought so he came up with this hair brained idea to have a fight to the death with his brother over who gets control of the club. Now he’s lost the club and he’s probably got a price on his head so fuck you very much for that!”

  Okay… I did not see that coming.

  “Your concern for your son is touching old man; now let me the fuck in so I can see my man!”

  “Least you got a set of balls on ya.” He grumbles. “I’ll give ya that.” He moves out of my way.

  “I’m good for him. You’re gonna see that.” I say as I pass him by.

  I can literally feel the anger emanating off him as I go by. I really am surprised he is able to keep from giving me a smack down given his current level of rage. I leave him standing in the doorway and make my way down a long hall to a back bedroom. The door is shut. I step up to the door and knock.

  “It’s unlocked.” Comes a reply from inside.

  I place my hand on the door knob, take a deep breath, swallow my fear, and step into my future.

  It takes a second for my eyes to adjust. When they do, the first thing I see is the wreckage of what used to be a furnished bedroom. Dismembered sections of a dresser, a computer desk and oak headboard litter the floor. Then I spot him, nearly lost in the detritus of his own rage! He is sitting with his back slumped up against the far wall. He’s wearing a faded pair of blue jeans, his trademark black steel toe boots and nothing else. His smooth muscular chest and ripped abs are divided by a large swath of bandages that seems to circle his entire body. The bandages are too well placed, too perfectly arranged to have been from some amateur. He must have been to a doctor that’s friendly to the club. My eyes travel up from his wound to his handsome face. His long dirty blond hair falls recklessly about his broad shoulders and a shock of hair covers his left eye. His right eye is swollen so much I doubt he has much in the way of vision right now. Strangely though…he still looks damn sexy. Even a stinging defeat at the hands of his brother can’t dim his star for long. H
e is my man and he needs me.

  I hurry through the broken mess of expensive oak and cheap pine and kneel down at Cade’s side. Instinctively I reach out and brush the hair from his grizzled face and my heart leaps into my mouth. I can see the pain of defeat in his eyes and it nearly kills me. He’s a broken man and I know with certainty that Eddie hoped my seeing him like this would break me too. He could not have been more fucking wrong!

  “You shouldn’t have come.” Cade moans.

  ”I’m your old lady. That means my place is at your side no matter what happens. You fucking know that so don’t go trying to push me away.”

  He nods but doesn’t say anything. I need to know what his injuries are so I can know what to monitor and when to call a doctor.

  “What’s the giant bandage for?” I ask, pointing to the thick wrap.

  “Couple broken ribs and a puncture wound where he stabbed me, that’s all.”

  “That’s fuckng all? Isn’t that enough shithead?”

  He almost cracks a smile and his dark eyes brighten a fraction. Maybe there is life underneath this shell.

  “Are you in pain?”

  “Not really. Doc gave me something for it.” He points to a small bottle with the cap coming off.

  There are several white oblong pills on the hardwood floor and more in the bottle. I put back the errant pills and close the cap properly before handing them to him.

  “Go easy on these things,” I instruct. “They’re potent. Who patched you up?”

  “Friend of the club who will no longer be a friend of mine since I’m out so I better not get hurt or I’ll end up waiting in line behind our four legged friends at the vet.”

  “Well it better not come to that. Now are you gonna tell me why you’re still alive and not pushing up daisies?”

  “You’re not gonna like the answer.”

  “Isn’t that always the case?” I reply with a bitter laugh.

  “This one you’ll especially not love.”

  “Alright I get it, now spill it out already.”

  “Saturday I have to come into the clubhouse and submit to having my tattoo removed.”

  “Holy shit! You mean the giant one on your back?”

  “It’s the club patch, it has to go.”

  “Can that even be done in one session?” I ask. “I thought that had to be done in phases.”

  “We’re not talking laser removal here babe, so yeah, it’ll take one mother fucker of a session.”

  “What do you mean no laser? How else can it be removed?”

  “They’re gonna burn it off Morgan; with a blow torch.”

  “Oh fuck!”

  Suddenly my brain stops working and I can’t even speak. I am so horrified for Cade it’s beyond fucking words. Before I can even wrap my mind around it he’s talking again.

  “But that’s not all babes.”

  Oh shit.

  “I have to leave. I can’t be caught in Disciple territory or I’m a dead man.”

  “Shit!”

  “Same goes for you too.”

  He says it so matter of fatly that at first it doesn’t even register.

  “What do you mean same goes for me? I’m not even a member…”

  “You’re a member’s old lady are you not?”

  “So…”

  “So you’re just as much an enemy to the club as I am.”

  “What about Stacy?” I ask.

  “Well…she happens to be on the right side as long as she’s Shooter’s old lady she’ll be fine.”

  Fuck! So that’s what Stacy was talking about earlier when she said we might find ourselves on opposite sides. Dammit. I wonder if this shit is going to wander into our work. Not only would I hate to lose her as a friend, but she’s an indispensable part of my little team at work. This not fucking good at all. Dammit...just when I thought we could be great friends, but now it looks like all bets are off.

  “I blame you for this!”

  I turn my fury on Cade. It’s just like his old man said, he made the pussy choice and took the easy way out and now I’m fucked for it. Dammit! Then I smack him in the nose. I wasn’t planning on hitting him. He’s been battered enough, but it just came out. I couldn’t stand to see his face looking at me like that so I punched him. He recoils in shock.

  “What the fuck was that for?” He asks.

  “Do you really have to ask?”

  “Yeah I do. I did this to save dozens of lives; we’ve been over this before Morgan.”

  “And it doesn’t make a lick of sense.”

  “You’re not gonna hit me again are you?”

  I didn’t even realize I have my hand drawn back in a fist ready to hit him again. I unclench my fist and drop my hand to my lap.

  “I can’t leave. I have a life here Cade. I have a career that I have worked very hard to develop. There’s no fucking way I’m gonna up and move.”

  “Can’t you just work from home like you did after the accident?”

  “Not permanently. There is just way too much involved for me to be out of the office for more than a week or so. SEC rules and regulations don’t allow for me to work away from supervision. In other words I have to work from an office. The only reason I have been able to work from him just a little is because Jason is in the office covering for me. He can’t keep doing that. I have to stay. You go, but I’m staying.”

  “When do you intend to go back to the office?”

  “Monday. At least that’s what I was planning.”

  “Aren’t you still planning that?”

  “Are you kidding me? Have you looked into the mirror lately? You need someone to look after you and I don’t think your dad is the person to do that. He may just shiv you in the ribs one night while you sleep.”

  “Yeah, there is that. He’s pretty pissed, but he’d never directly harm me.”

  “Don’t be so sure. I saw his face and felt his energy Cade. To say he’s pissed is an understatement. How’d you manage to make an enemy of your father?”

  “It wasn’t one specific incident. I think he never really bonded with me as a baby and I just grew up into a person he just never really liked.”

  “You led me to believe you had no family except for your brother. Is your mother alive too?”

  “No…she died when I was seventeen. We weren’t close either.”

  “Then you gotta repair things with your father. It’s too late for your brother but it’s not too late for you and your dad.”

  “Wait a second, weren’t you just now telling me how much he hates me and my try to…to shiv me during the night?”

  “But that’s not a guarantee. As long as he’s alive you got a chance.”

  “Well my window for reconciliation is about to close. Remember I have that tattoo removal scheduled for tomorrow? And then there’s the get the fuck out of town thing, or have you forgotten?”

  “Actually I did forget. Have you ever seen anyone get their patch tattoo removed before?”

  “I have taken part in the process and I won’t lie to you; it’s fucking brutal.”

  “Holy shit! You can’t submit yourself to that. No fucking way.”

  “Do you have a better idea?” He asks.

  “I’m working on it,” I reply. “It all can’t end this way. We haven’t had enough time together.”

  “We’ve got today.”

  “Yes…we do. But I’m not sure you’re in any condition-”

  Words fail me when he takes my hand from my lap and places it in his. He’s hard as a rock.

  “How the fuck does that happen?” I ask. “Which part was the turn on, talking about getting your tattoo burned off or getting shived by your daddy?”

  “Does it matter babe?”

  “Yeah it does. ‘Cause if you arrived at your current state of arousal by way of some daddy fetish or a masochistic one I might have something to say about that.”

  “Just shut the hell up and get out of these clothes.”

  “Well…s
ince I’m still your old lady I have to do as I’m told.” I finish my sentence as my top comes off over my head followed by my bra.

  I guess he wouldn’t have initiated this if he couldn’t handle it. I grab his belt and begin to undress him careful not to elbow him in the ribs in the process. In the past much of our lovemaking…if you could call it that, always had an edge to it. One part urgency, two parts aggression, and there was not much room for anything else. I kinda liked it that way. But it wasn’t always like that. How’s that saying go? Variety is the spice of life.

  Today is different. Maybe it’s because he is injured, maybe not. After all, an injured bulldog still has his bite, and I’m pretty sure if the mood strikes him he is still fully capable of doing some biting. But today he’s the gentle giant and I kind of like it. At times Cade borders on self-absorption when it comes to sex, but when he puts his mind to it he knows what I need, sometimes before I know it myself. There are days when his head is just not in the game and his mind is wandering. When that happens I wonder where he went, but I know better than to ask. Today I can feel his razor focus on me and what I want.

  I’m on tummy, ass in the air and his tongue makes little wet tracks along my inner thighs, on the way to the promise land. A soft gasp escapes my throat as his tongue parts my velvety lips, and slips inside me. The feeling is so damn intense I have to bite the pillow and bury my face to keep from announcing to his dad what’s going on back here. I’m just about to be swept away in the throes of an orgasm when he withdraws, causing me to strike out with an angry elbow. I’m rewarded with a surprised grunt of pain, but it doesn’t stop him.

  Cade’s next move absolutely sends me over the top. I start to turn over, thinking he’s finished with his little exploration when I feel his tongue slip between my lips. He begins doing laps around my button but that’s not what sends me swooning over the edge. Before I can even think about it I feel a slippery finger trace a glistening line up the crack of my ass before it pauses then like some kind of wonderful cork screw he enters me in the last place I would have expected could feel this good.