BEFORE THE PATCH – book one (A Devil Call MC Book)
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“I never said that, Nash. You know meeting with Los Ahn is risky. You know drugs… we haven’t had a table meeting in weeks.”
“You’re fucking right, Layne,” Nash said. He then ran to the door and tore it open. “Let’s have a fucking meeting right now! Everyone shut the fuck up and listen!”
The clubhouse went silent.
“It’s been brought to my attention we haven’t had a meeting. So let’s meet. Who likes money? Who likes freedom? Who likes to survive in their own lawless land of pleasure and booze?”
“Talon’s not here,” I said under my breath.
Nash looked at me. “That’s okay. He prefers the dark.”
Nash winked at me. He then looked forward and continued his questions of nonsense. The best part was that nobody responded. They were all afraid. Or confused. Or both.
I’d seen bad times in Devil Call MC… but nothing like this. Nash was beyond unstable. He was out of control. And there was only one way to put him back under control and that was to take him out of power.
In the back of my mind, however, I thought about what he just said to me.
He prefers the dark.
What in the hell did that mean?
11.
(Talon)
I took Lexa back to her place. I walked her to the door where she threw her arms around me and begged me to take her inside. She wanted me to fuck her one more time. I couldn’t resist the idea of a good fuck, so inside we went.
She stripped herself naked and went right to the bedroom. I shut the door, locked it, and trailed behind her, loving the site of her bare ass as she shook it on purpose while she strutted to the bedroom.
When I got to the bedroom, she was on the bed, on her hands and knees, ass in the air, waiting for me. She looked over her shoulder, smiling, and reached back, touching herself. Two fingers gently rubbed herself until she was glistening and ready for me.
I unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock free. I stepped up right behind her and touched her ass. My thumbs played, moving down and to the inside of her legs, massaging her warm and moist folds. I let my thumbs slide in her sex for a few seconds before gripping the root of my cock and bringing myself to her hole. I thrust hard and sank deep into her body. My hands were comfortable at her ass, holding her tight, pushing and pulling, stretching her tight pussy for my comfort.
There was nothing like the feel of it though. Not to mention the way Lexa cried out each time I pounded into her. She put her chest down to the bed, lifting her ass higher in the air for me. I was going at it hard and fast, fucking as though I would never get the chance again. There was something subconsciously in my mind that knew at any given second, it could all end. So each moment had to fucking count.
My hands slid up her body a little as I leaned over her. I held her back, sides, ribs, as tight as I could, still thrusting hard and deep. I slowed a little, feeling her pussy pulsing against me. She was whimpering in a gasping breath that she was coming, but I already fucking knew that. I could feel it, the sudden warm rush of her body climaxing.
I gritted my teeth and fucked her through it. I then sped back up and brought myself to my own climax. At the last second, however, I pulled from her sweet little body and stood there, letting her finish me off. Lexa was quick to move, turning around and grabbing my cock. Two hard squeezed strokes later and I finally let go. She jerked me on her chest, letting my release spill all over. Each time my cock throbbed and offered more, she sighed and groaned. Her eyes stared right at my cock, watching me come again and again.
It was so damn good, I was still fucking hard even after finishing. Lexa stroked me for another few minutes, staring up at me. I touched her face and grinned, half tempted to just stay with her and say fuck it to going back to the clubhouse. Because that’s what women did. So I had to fight all those feelings and back away. I tucked my cock back into my jeans and then said goodbye to her.
I had to get back to the clubhouse. I had to talk to Layne, to Nash, fuck, I had to talk to Ax even. Shit had to get sorted out, one way or another. Maybe me and Ax needed to have another fight. A good one. One to prepare for. I needed to apologize to Layne for almost going after him. I was a complete hot head and always had been. Christ, I tried drowning some jock punk when we were teenagers and Layne grabbed me at the last second and saved me from killing the guy.
To me, everyone deserved better.
The clubhouse wasn’t meant for drugs. Booze, sure. Pussy, fine. But not drugs. That wasn’t what we did. The history of Devil Call MC was about protection, respect, and navigating a different set of laws. Nash had been voted in by pure political bullshit and he shouldn’t have had the patch at all.
Even still, I needed to bide my time.
I got on my motorcycle and started to ride. My thoughts were heavy on my shoulders, wondering how to do all this. Making deals with Los Ahn was going to kill the club. That alone might have gotten me a meeting with everyone to talk about a change. But to takeover a table, a charter, to get the votes for the President’s patch… that was unheard of.
As I came around a bend, I spotted a black car on the side of the road. I figured it was either someone broken down or maybe an undercover cop trying to tag speeders. The windows then slowly went down and out came a bunch of guns.
“Fuck,” I growled.
I cut to the right and off the road. That’s when another car appeared from goddamn nowhere. It would’ve almost fucking hit me if I didn’t turn and drop my ride.
A second later, the backdoor to the car opened and the trunk opened.
Someone came out of the car and after me. I kicked back from my ride and started to reach for my gun. But I was fucked. The person had some kind of metal pipe or something and took no worries hitting me in the head with it.
The pain didn’t come as fast as a dizzying blackness did.
I tried to move but couldn’t.
“Get him in the trunk,” a voice said.
The voice echoed in and out.
I was then being lifted. Then dropped. My entire body jumped like waking from a bad dream. There was a thud and I realized it was me hitting something. My eyes then popped open and, fuck, I was in a trunk.
A hand reached for me and I started to thrash and punch. The guy trying to get me in the trunk wore a black mask. Everything was black.
“Cover him up!” a voice yelled. “Knock him the fuck out!”
The guy then took off his long sleeved black hoodie. When he turned, I saw his arm. That’s when I completely froze. He threw the hoodie at me and then hit me again, leaving me numb.
The trunk slammed shut.
But the damage was done… and I realized this was the guy who I had seen before. With the tattoo on his arm. The big tattoo. And then it came to me even more… Layne had seen Nash talking to someone tall with a big tattoo on his arm.
The car started to move… and I was fucked.
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First electronic edition June 2015
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