by Zoey Parker
“Oh fuck this,” Dante growled, bringing his rifle around. “There are two to the left, one on top of the building next door, and the other across the street from him. There are at least three to the right, two in the parking deck and one on top of the building across from it,” he added as he stepped outside.
It took me a minute to realize what he was telling me. I was still staring down at Gage’s fallen body. I couldn’t believe how quickly it had happened. One second, he was on his way back in to see us, to join up with us and regroup before making a move to get us out of this mess. And in that same second, he was on his back, his body bent at an unnatural angle. The next moment, his bike was being carried by momentum alone into our bikes parked under the awning.
Then, Dante was on his way outside to stand over him with his gun drawn, trying to take out the shooters, knowing damn well they would have taken him out just as easily as they had Gage. And I was just standing there, dumbfounded, staring at the body on the ground and the man standing over him playing hero. There was no telling how many other guys were down on the pavement outside.
Dante started shooting. The rat-a-tat-tat-tat of his gun snapped me out of my trance and brought me back into the moment, forcing me to realize my right hand man was standing his stupid ass out in the open firing back at these assholes who were trying to kill us. I couldn’t let him do that alone.
I joined Dante outside, both of us standing over our fallen brother as if protecting him from further injury or insult. We stood back to back and fired on the men shooting back at us. I got the shooter on top of the building across from the parking deck and turned my gun on the two men shooting at us from the garage. I got one of them and the other ducked back into the darkness.
Dante stopped shooting behind me, and I glanced over my shoulder to see him turning around.
“Got both of them,” he said with a proud smile.
“Yeah, I got two of them on the other side, but one of the guys in the parking garage looks like he left.”
About that time, we heard the screech of car tires from the far side of the parking deck.
“Well, at least he’ll be able to tell Fang what happened here,” I said.
“Yeah, tell him that we took four of his men out, and that there are still at least two of us left,” Dante said.
We walked around the side of the building and saw the street littered with bikes and bodies. We had come down here at least twenty deep, and it looked like almost all of our members were present and accounted for on the road.
I turned and looked at our motorcycles, mangled underneath Gage’s bike. I shook my head and pushed my gun back over my shoulder.
The gunfire had apparently alerted law enforcement. We could hear distant sirens.
Truck. Now, I texted Andre.
Okay. Lance and Aaron made it back, he replied.
Don’t send them. Send someone else, I told him.
It’s on the way.
A few minutes later, a black F350 pulled up in front of the abandoned hideout. Our driver, Chase, climbed out and opened the tailgate, pulling down two ramps he installed to roll motorcycles up into the bed of truck quickly and easily. Dante and I pushed our bikes up into the bed, leaving Gage’s motorcycle on the concrete near him.
“Alright, let’s hurry,” I told him as we closed up the back and climbed into the truck. From the sound of the sirens, we were going to be leaving right in time to miss the cops.
“So what’s the plan?” Dante asked as we pulled away.
“It’s still the same. When we get back to HQ, I’m grabbing my old standby, and I’m riding over to my apartment to get Sasha,” I told him.
“What then?”
“I don’t know yet. I might just kill her right there,” I told him flatly. The thing that got me was I wasn’t really joking. I’d meant it as a joke, but it sounded right, given how I felt. She had effectively taken Gage from me twice with her little games. I didn’t know if I wanted to bring her in or just take her out.
“Don’t we need her to find Fang?” he asked.
“Hell no. She’s the one who alerted him anyway. I mean, there’s still the possibility that he’s already got her, you know? I don’t know what I’m going to do.” I shook my head and shut my mouth. I didn’t want Dante to know how emotionally invested I was in this girl.
I looked out the passenger side window of the truck and watched all the dilapidated buildings of the old industrial side of town pass by as we headed to HQ. Chase pulled into the bay, and Andre shut the door behind us.
“Thanks, Chase,” I said as we climbed out of the truck.
“No problem, boss. Want me to have someone look at these bikes for you?” he asked.
“Not yet. Let’s play it safe for a little while. The law’s going to come around to ask some questions about all of our dead members. We’re probably going to have to lay low for a few days until it all blows over,” I said.
“Want me to talk to them when they come by?” Dante asked.
“Wait, where are you going?” Andre asked me.
“I’ve got to go get Sasha. I want you and Dante to get the basement ready, but let’s keep this place locked down. Nobody in or out for at least the next twenty-four hours. Got it? That means everyone who’s here now stays,” I explained to them.
“Yes, sir,” Andre said, saluting me.
“This isn’t the military, kid.” Dante patted him on the back and started to walk off.
“Hey, where’s Gage?” Andre asked.
I looked down, unable to meet his eyes.
“You’re kidding me.” I could hear the wind as it was knocked out of him. “But he’s been a member of Hell’s Overlords longer than most of us have been alive, Cole. He has survived countless gunfights, war, everything.”
“I know,” I interrupted him. “But none of us can survive women, Andre. Remember that,” I said before walking away to get my old ’79 Harley Roadster.
I pulled my old bike away from the wall and walked it to the bay.
“That thing’s older than you are,” Chase said as I walked it past him. “Still run?”
“Purrs like a kitten, brother. Hell yeah, she still runs,” I told him.
“Whose was it before you got it?” he asked. “Surely, that bike’s got a story. I don’t see anyone else with one that old.” He walked over to it and ran a hand along the curve of the body.
Chase had a long, golden brown lion’s mane and a thick beard to match. He wore glasses and could stand to lose a few pounds. He had thick, muscular arms, and the muscles in his chest were obvious, but somehow he managed to keep a beer gut. He was loyal, but he never seemed to be all that motivated.
“I got it from an old member,” I told him. Truthfully, I got it from the guy who’d recruited me, but I didn’t want to get into that whole story with him. Time was still of the essence. I had to get back to the apartment to make sure Sasha was okay and bring her in for questioning, beating, whatever I decided to do to her, but she was going to pay for the trouble she’d caused, either way.
“That’s a sweet ride, man,” he said. “I guess I’ll go see if Dante or Andre need me to do anything,” he said, walking off in the direction of the bar, where Dante was pouring shots for the other two guys who made it out of the ambush with us.
“Hold on,” I called him back over. “I’m going to need someone to close this door behind me.”
“Got it.” He ran over and lifted the bay door to let me out. Once I was outside, I heard it close behind me. Before firing up the Roadster, I listened for the lock, which he quickly slid into place on both sides.
No one was going to be able to lift that door to get in. I just hoped the police stopped with HQ and didn’t decide to pay me a visit at home. And I hoped that Sasha wasn’t okay. I needed something to go wrong to convince me not to take all of my anger and frustration out on her when I got there.
I gunned the engine and listened as the Roadster came to life underneath me. I didn�
��t drive her nearly enough, but I needed to start driving her more. I pulled away from the clubhouse and started to head into the center of town, where the newer buildings reached up into the sky, where business and traffic still existed, and where the streets weren’t littered with the bodies of my fallen brothers and their mangled motorcycles.
I was going to get Sasha, and she was going to lead me to Fang. Fang was going to pay for what he’d done to us, and Sasha wasn’t going to be able to talk me down. She also wasn’t going to get the opportunity to tip him off.
Chapter 18
Sasha
In the darkness, I could still hear muffled voices all around me. There was almost constant talking. There was some shouting, but there was also laughter. I forced my eyes open, or thought I did, and sat up.
I was back in Cole’s bed, alone again. I ran my hand over his side of the bed, where he should have been lying with me, but he wasn’t there. I looked around the bedroom, but he wasn’t there.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked into the living room, where I could hear the TV. I couldn’t tell if he had the news on or some TV show, but I didn’t see him on the couch either. The TV was just on. Was I alone again? Had he left me alone in the apartment and just let the TV on so I wouldn’t hear him leave?
I pushed his soft, heavy covers back from my naked body and decided to get out of bed to see what was going on, when he appeared in the doorway with a couple of cups of coffee and a warm, loving smile on his face.
This time, he wasn’t wearing anything else. He stood in the doorway with a cup of coffee in each hand. His hair was disheveled and hanging down in front of his face instead of being brushed back like it usually was. His green eyes looked at me with love and care in them. He was concerned about me for some reason, but I had no idea why he would have been. I was fine. I had just been asleep for a while.
I slid over to the edge of the bed and spread my legs, patting the mattress between them to call him over. He approached me slowly, and I ran my hands along his perfect chest and stomach, following the contours of his muscles. I grabbed the coffee cups and set them down on the table beside the bed, freeing his hands so they could explore me as I did him.
I returned my attention to him after setting the cups aside. I took his already hardening manhood in my hand and stroked it, coaxing it to get even harder for me. I wrapped my thin fingers around it and pulled it towards me, stroking him right over my tender breasts. I pulled him closer to that the tip of his head touched my skin.
He watched me with his gentle green eyes while his erection grew in my hand. He put his strong hands on my shoulders and pushed me back as he climbed on top of me. I let go of his cock as I lay back on his soft, welcoming bed.
He put my hands above my head and held them there. My thin, slender fingers intertwined with the thick fingers on his strong, controlling hands. He squeezed my hands as he leaned in to kiss me.
His lips met mine. The kiss was tender, passionate. Our mouths opened, and our tongues met, stroking each other between our mouths. He didn’t kiss me like he wanted to devour me. He kissed me like he wanted to become part of me.
His body pressed against mine. I could feel his weight pushing me down into the bed as he lay on top of me. His firm muscles pressed against my soft curves. My nipples hardened from his touch.
My body ached to feel him inside again. I felt my desire for him growing wetter by the moment. My muscles tightened as if begging for him to enter me. I rocked my hips toward him, pressing my wet sex against him.
He reached down and ran a finger along my lower lips, parting them to receive him. He slid his finger inside me and stroked my g-spot. I arched my back and sucked my breath in through my teeth in a spasm of pleasure.
“Oh God, Cole,” I called out.
“Is that good, baby?” he asked me. “Is that what you like?”
“Oh God, yes.” My body tensed as he did it again.
He slid a second finger in, opening me wider. He drove them deeper into my core and pulled them back across my front wall again, sending shivers up my spine as he stroked my spot over and over.
Then, he slid his fingers out and ran them along the delicate folds of flesh between my legs. He spread me open and pressed himself against me, sliding his head just inside my wet opening. I felt him pushing at my entrance, passing just barely inside of me. It was such an incredible tease!
I picked my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, encouraging him to enter me again. I grabbed his hand and pulled it up to my breast. He cupped my tender skin with his masculine fingers and squeezed me. Pleasure rippled through my body.
I arched my back and moaned as he slid inside me. His shaft passed through the entrance to my sex effortlessly. He spread me open and stretched me around his hardened flesh. He filled me completely with his cock. I could feel every inch of him inside of me. I pushed my hips against him, forcing him deeper inside of me, taking all of him greedily into my center.
His fingers worked my nipples as his other hand grabbed the other breast. He squeezed my breasts like ripe pieces of fruit, gripping me for leverage as he thrust into me, deep into me.
“Yes, Cole,” I called out. “Give it to me, baby. Let me have all of you.”
He shoved himself into me forcefully, and I felt my pleasure picking up a hint of pain around the edges. It just made the sensation that much more intense.
My legs quivered as he impaled me with his manhood again and again. Each time he stabbed me, I could feel myself drawing closer to the edge of ecstasy. My climax was already growing deep within.
“I’m yours,” I whispered in his ear. “Do whatever you want with me.”
He kissed my neck, then my shoulder. Then he kissed the front of my neck and my chin. The whole time, he pounded into my hips and held my breasts in his commanding grip.
My body shook underneath him as the pleasure inside me built to a crescendo, but he didn’t stop. He penetrated every inch of me. I felt my walls expand to contain him every time he pushed into me. He fit me perfectly, as if our bodies had been crafted for each other. His head stroked my g-spot each time he shifted himself forward or back.
“I’m coming,” I breathed. “I’m coming.” My voice came out as little more than a whisper.
I grabbed his back and tried to pull him down to me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held him as he continued to thrust his hips into me. My whole body quaked with the force of his thrusts and the ecstasy roaring in my veins and my nerve endings. I felt myself overcome with passion as I rocked my hips against him.
He still wasn’t finished with me yet. He put an arm under my waist and lifted me from the bed, holding me up while he continued to stroke my delicate insides with his rock hard shaft. I ached as the pleasure grew too strong to be contained. I arched my back and tilted my head back, closing my eyes against the rush of ecstasy.
I cried out as my pleasure peaked again and again, as he took me there over and over. My body was filled with a steady flow of climactic ecstasy. Pleasure ran through every fiber of my being, filling me with white light that pulsed with each thrust of his sex deep inside me. As he pushed into me, pleasure flowed out from my deep core to the rest of my body. As he pulled back, it drew back in, flowing down to the muscles around my entrance as they closed, attempting to seize him and hold him inside me.
My body eventually gave out underneath him as the pleasure I felt became too much and ecstasy stole all the tension from my body. My arms and legs felt like jelly as they fell uselessly to my side as I gave myself over to the pleasure he created inside of me. I wanted to call out his name, but the words just wouldn’t come. I moved my mouth, but only moans and whimpers would come out. My body had become one giant nerve ending, and every sensation was pleasure. Every touch was ecstasy.
He let me fall onto the bed and slid out of me. My body immediately ached in the vacuum left behind by his sex. I felt myself clenching, reaching for him as my body begged for his return.
I felt so hollow all of a sudden.
His breath came heavily above me, and I felt the bed shake as he finished himself off above me. He spilled his seed onto my stomach. I felt each warm drop as it hit my skin, as he emptied himself on me. I opened my eyes and watched his hand gripping his shaft. His fingers wrapped around himself perfectly, gripping it like a weapon. He worked himself masterfully over me. He looked like he was forcing himself to come onto me.
I reached for his rippling muscles. I wanted to beg him to let me have it all, every drop, on my tongue and down my throat instead of on my stomach, but all I could do was moan appreciatively as he let me wear every single drop of himself.
