by Rae B. Lake
“I know you will. Remember you can tell me to stop at any time but until then I will have my way with you.”
“Yes.”
I let my hands travel from her hair barely touching her skin, making sure to let my fingertips linger longer on certain parts of her body. The hollow of her neck, her collarbone, the crease of her elbow, her fingertips, the area right above where her pants hugged her skin and finally stopped right where the bottom of her shirt fluttered against her lower belly.
“You want this Daria?”
“Yes.”
“Show me.” I looked her straight in her eyes and waited for her response to my command. She didn’t disappoint. I could tell she was nervous. I was sure she had never done anything like this before, and I was all the more excited knowing it.
She reached for the hem of her shirt and stripped it off in one swoop. Her cheeks flushed with color, and she covered herself for a second then returned her hands to the edge of the table. I was impressed.
“Good girl, never cover yourself while you’re with me. Every inch of you is gorgeous.” I let my eyes memorize what was in front of me. She was in a plain black cotton bra and there was still a bandage where her gunshot wound was healing.
The gunshot wound I gave her.
I looked away, now ashamed I was the one seeing her like this especially after what I had done to her. That one thought was enough to burst the flood gates wide open.
How can I do this? She would never want a fuck up like me if she knew what I had done to her, what I have done in the past. I have to get out of here. I have to…
“Archer, I’m yours, all of me.”
Her words calmed the storm that was brewing inside of me and as I saw the want and submission in her eyes I knew that I was helpless. As much as I knew I should walk out of here or at least come clean about everything that I was responsible for, I couldn’t.
That was it, my resolve broke and I wrapped my arms around her letting my mouth crash down on hers.
“You drive me crazy. Touch me, do whatever you want.” I murmured between kisses. With that final permission, she attacked me. Her hands were all over me as mine were all over her. She hooked a leg over my hip trying to get closer to me and I ground down on her aching to get off. I was like a dog chasing his first nut, humping her leg.
I was completely out of control and I loved it.
“Mmm, Archer. I need more. Please more.” She grabbed me hard on the neck and kissed me deeper.
“Yes, more,” I answered and fumbled with the drawstrings on her pants. I got them open enough for me to get my hand inside. She gasped as she felt my hand begin to make its way toward her core. She was reveling in the feeling.
“Come back.” I bit down hard on her lip shaking her out of her daze. She moaned and went back to kissing me.
She was soaking wet, my finger making little work of parting her sensitive folds and entering her tight hole. I was only able to get one finger in when I tried two I could feel her body resisting. There was no way I was going to break her in using my fingers. I wanted her to be on my dick when that happened. I was sure that if I removed my hand it would be dripping wet.
“Oh, oh, Archer, Archer!”
I moved my hand so that the butt of my palm pressed against her clit, I moved my finger in and out of her honey hole so that she would have both sensations. She grabbed onto my shoulders and dropped her head down to my neck.
She let out a wail against my skin, and her body bucked against my hand. I rubbed more trying to get every drop out. When she began to get sensitive, I stopped rubbing her clit but continued to pump my finger in and out of her.
“My shirt, off.” I lowered my head to her chest. She still had her bra on but I could lick and lap at the skin of her small cleavage.
She grabbed my shirt and hurriedly pulled it up and over my head. Her hands touched every part of me she could but I still needed to feel more of her. I pulled the cloth of her bra down over each of her breasts so that I could have access to her.
“You okay?” I picked her up and sat her down on the table. I moved my finger from inside her and began pulling at her pants.
“Yes, yes, yes. Bed?” She asked as she kissed my chest.
I put my hands under her thighs ready to pick her up and run through walls to get her to the bed. I was ready, everything about this was sloppy and out of control but I didn’t even care. All I could focus on was getting inside of her.
I kissed her as I picked her up from the table, then fate intervened.
*Ring, Ring, Ring*
I tore my mouth away from her almost violently.
“No, what’s wrong.” She asked as she tried to go back to kissing me.
*Ring, Ring, Ring*
I looked down at where the electronic device was shrilling from inside the pocket of my pants. With every ring, the control I was so ready to just throw out the window, came flooding back into my system.
“I need to take this.” I put her back down on her feet and plucked the phone from my pocket. I walked towards her room leaving her there to calm down near the table.
“Yeah,” I answered the phone mostly pissed that someone had called at that particular time but honestly I was thankful. I was about to make a huge mistake.
“Archer, I need you to make a run.” Prez's voice floated through the earpiece. It was rare that he called. I was expecting Clean or Wire to be calling me again to try and get me to come in.
“Prez, yeah, what do you need?”
“News is there is a truck on the move right now, it’s on the back roads and it's supposed to be filled with girls that those Cobra fucks are transporting across state lines. That shit will not go down, not in our fucking town.”
He didn’t say anything about me not coming in for lockdown or ask where I was, it was straight business.
“What about the lockdown?”
“Are you questioning me now! I say you roll, then you fucking roll. Or has something changed? Are you handing in your patch?” Prez screamed into the phone.
“No. I’m there. Tell me the location.” I wouldn’t go against my Prez, he saved my life when I got out of the army. I would lay it right back down on the line if he asked.
Prez let out a long breath, trying to calm down. “I lifted the lockdown for right now, but only to get this shit done. Wire, Larry, Clean and AB will meet up with you. I will stay here at the club, hold shit down here. I will send a prospect by your woman’s house to sit outside.” A small silence permeated through the phone. “Have you told her yet?”
“No.” Daria was up and walking back and forth. She wasn’t close enough to hear what Prez was saying but I was sure she could hear what I was saying. I couldn’t give up too much information.
“Fine, your fucking problem. I will tell him to just stay outside the complex. According to Clean’s lookout, it's an unmarked blue van, it should be crossing the back roads of Mally and Lubbot in the next hour so you actually may be in front of it. The drop off time across state lines is midnight, you drive down from where you are and the rest of the guys will meet you coming from behind. We all have to haul ass if we want to catch up to the truck at the same time. There will be captives in the back and an armed escort, I am sure. That van cannot make it across state lines.”
“I got it, I’m on my way. I will hit up Clean when I’m close.”
We hung up then. I grabbed what little clothing I brought to Daria’s house and slipped it on.
“What happened?”’ She wrung her hands in front of her. “I thought we-”
“We will but not today,” I answered, my voice left nothing to question. It was a promise, I would take her and make her mine. After I gave her all the information.
“Okay.” Her face fell, and she crossed her hands across her body.
“Listen, don’t leave. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I kissed her one more time and ran outside to my truck.
As I jumped into my truck I looked up one more time to Daria’s duplex. I
knew she wouldn’t leave I just wished I could have stayed there with her.
Once I left Daria’s street I drove like a bat out of hell. I went back to my house not even looking to see if Wire had followed through on his promise to clean up the bodies that I had left behind in my house. I parked the truck and jumped on my baby. I turned the ignition to my bike, revved the throttle, gave it some gas and I was blowing out of there.
I made it to the back roads less than twenty minutes after I got the call from Prez. I didn’t see the blue van like he said but I was sure that if I followed the roads I would catch it. The great thing about the backroads was that they were so treacherous to cars and trucks that only the bikes, ATVs and the occasional lost traveler ever used them. Police rarely patrolled them. These back roads go through the whole state and through to the next, people used them all the time to move items they didn’t want to get caught with. I guess a bunch of women being held against their will was something that they didn’t want to get caught with.
I spoke into my hands-free device and placed a call to Clean, he answered on the first ring.
“Brother?”
“Clean, I’m on the back roads but I don’t see the van.”
“Yeah we are too, I don’t see it but I do hear them. We are just passing the Mally county line. They must be a mile or so ahead.”
“I am about three miles ahead. Move your ass, I’m going to hit them before you guys.”
“Hold your shit, we’re here.”
Just as I was about to get off the phone, I saw the heads of two helmets.
“I’m right on top of them. Move your ass!” I yelled into the phone and hung up. I revved my engine and drove straight for the target. They weren’t getting past that state line.
I hunkered down on my bike getting as close to the gas tank as I could. I didn’t know who the bikers were but I could see they were wearing Rolling Cobra patches, that was all I needed to know. I pulled my sidearm and pulled the trigger once. I wasn’t aiming to kill but surprise. The biker swerved to the right and the one on the left side pulled his own gun and began shooting at me. I dodged and swerved, the bullets hitting the dirt on either side of my moving bike. Neither the van nor the bikers slowed down. The way they were coming either I was going to have to move or they were going to run me over. At the last possible second, I swerved hard to the right. I blew past the biker that was on that flank and ended up behind all the vehicles. I drifted hard letting my back wheel fishtail so that I could continue chasing them down. The man on the right pulled a shotgun from his pack and began to fire off.
Amateur
Shooting a moving target was hard, imagine trying to shoot a moving target while keeping yourself balanced on a motorcycle, then add in the shotgun’s poor accuracy. He would never hit me with that, at least not without a shit load of luck.
A popping sound flew past my ear from behind me and I turned to see my brother bearing down on me. These Cobras were screwed now.
“Watch where you’re shooting, there are civilians in the back of the truck!” Wire screamed out when he got beside me.
I nodded once and took up the left flank with Larry.
Clean and Wire went to the right and ran the right biker off the road. Larry pulled his weapon and shot four times in quick succession at the man on the left. He fell in a mangled heap, his bike crunching hard against the side of the unpaved road. A cloud of dirt rising from where his body skidded to a stop. Larry and I were past him before his fall was complete. Now all that was left were the men driving the van.
“Pull the fuck over!” Clean yelled at the man driving the van.
“Fuck you!” The man screamed back as he wrenched the wheel to the right trying to ram Clean and Wire.
“Shit!” Wire hit the brake to get out of the way. Clean swerved with the van and drove down into a ditch to get away from the front of the speeding van.
“Larry, watch the fuck out,” I yelled. Larry looked back at me and hit the brake. I looked at the road ahead briefly making sure that my plan would work. I pulled up my firearm one more time and shot twice at the left front tire.
The explosion of the tire rang through my ears and just like most people the guys driving the van tried to turn the wheel away instead of going into the skid. The van spun once but it did not flip, it careened down into a ditch and smacked straight into a bunch of trees. They were big enough to stop the fast-moving van and not break. The man in the passenger seat wasn’t wearing his seatbelt so he went flying through the windshield at impact. The man driving the van was beat up but he would live.
All of us surrounded the van waiting to see if any other members of the Cobras were hiding in the back of the vehicle or trailing us. There was nothing.
Larry got off his bike and ran to the back. He opened the doors, his eyes crazed looking through the girls that were tied up in the back. He was looking for his sister.
He jumped down and threw the lock he removed from the door. “Fuck! Fuck!” Larry screamed and pulled at his hair as he walked away from the accident. His sister wasn’t there.
“Clean, go check on him.” Wire looked over his shoulder to were Larry was having a meltdown.
AB and the other prospects checked on the women in the back as Wire and I went to the front to talk to the driver. He was starting to move around.
“I guess you fucked up huh?” I opened the passenger side door and made my way into the cab of the van.
“No, you’re the one who fucked up.” The man spat out blood and laughed as Wire pushed him roughly and sat in the seat meant for the driver.
“It doesn’t look like that to me. In fact, it looks really good to be us right now.” Wire grabbed the man's leg where there was an obvious break in his bone. The bone was sticking out and blood was running out in a little river. He pressed down hard on it making the man scream out in agony.
“Stop! Please stop, shit!” The man screamed out as Wire continued to press on the leg. It was useless for him to beg. Wire was ruthless. He would stop when he was good and ready and that was usually after the offending party had no more information to give.
Clean walked up on the side of the van. “Eight girls in the back, they look like they need a good doctor.”
“Eight, you should see the next shipment, there will be dozens, you think this one shipment was the be all and end all of what is going down? You don’t know anything!” The man screamed out, closing his eyes waiting for the pain to subside.
“Is that so? Well when we go and blow up your whole club I guess that will be the end of it then huh?” Clean said from the side of the truck. “I mean explosions big enough for the fourth of July! I’m partial to the big red flower ones, but if you-” Clean stopped his rant when he realized the man was no longer screaming in pain but instead laughing at him.
“You podunk backward ass pieces of shit.” He took in a deep breath and continued. “If you take us out they will just get another crew to run their women. They don’t work for us, we work for them, whether we want to or not.”
“What the hell do you mean? I saw your men on a farm with a barn full of women. All of them being pimped out and beaten. Your guys didn’t look like they were in much distress right then.” I said remembering back to what I saw with Clean that night.
“Yeah, some of us are having the time of our lives, but most of us. We are as stuck as those women, except we’re getting paid. Poorly. When you bastards killed Cleve you set Thad free. He’d been wanting to get in bed with the Huasans.”
“Wait! The Huasans, as in the Bolivian Huasans?” Clean leaned in now a bit more interested than he was a few seconds ago.
“Who the heck is that?” I asked clearly missing something.
“Fucking cartel man,” Clean said putting his head down.
“Exactly, they usually deal only in the drug trade but now a member of the family thought it would be a good idea to dabble in the trafficking trade. When they start something they see it all the way through.”
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“Not here, so you’re going to give me all the information so that we can get rid of this headache.” Wire said moving in closer to the man.
“Information, you dumb fucks. You might as well just kill me now.”
“No, I plan on keeping you around a real long time.” Wire pushed down on the wound again, getting a satisfying gurgle and scream from the man.
AB walked up to the side door, “Prez just called, he wants to know when we will be back.”
“Ok, well let's get back to the club.” Clean rushed over to his bike and turned it on. AB closed the back and they were ready to go.
I got out of the cab and walked over to my bike.
AB and another prospect loaded Wire’s bike in the back of the van so he could drive it back with him before they got on their rides to follow behind us.
“Bro, you coming in?” Wire called to me from the truck as he turned it on and backed out of the ditch it was a surprise that the van even turned over.
“Not right now, let me know the second you need me.”
I got on my girl and high tailed it out of there. I wanted to get back to Daria.
Chapter 19
Over the next few days, we found out that not only had the Cobras been working for the Huasans, but they were indebted to them. Thad was playing a very dangerous game alongside a few other clubs in other states. This operation was running wide.
As much as I wanted to fight back there was nothing that I could do but wait for the go ahead from Prez. We usually kept the peace in our little town, but we were about to jump in the big boy pool going up against the fucking Bolivian Cartel.
I stayed at Daria’s house trying to keep her safe. I knew I had to tell her, and the longer I waited the more excuses I was coming up with as to why she didn’t need to know right then. I was going to have to come clean soon because she was bound to get suspicious about where I kept going.
“Do you have enough to eat?” Daria asked as she put a bottle of beer down in front of me.
I didn’t answer, I looked at her walking back and forth in front of me. We hadn’t gone all the way yet but it was inevitable the way we were going at it.
