by Winter Scott
But today was different. He was going to speak to me no matter what.
I pulled up to the security booth and showed the guard my driver's license. “I'm Mr. Kyle's daughter.”
He took off his sunglasses and looked at me and then my license. “Good to have you back here again, Ms. Kyle. I'll ring up and let them know you're coming.”
I took a special elevator that went straight to the top of the highest tower. The doors opened to an enormous lobby with a tiny desk at the far end. A blonde woman—younger than me—sat behind the desk, her nails clattering against the keyboard.
“You must be, Ms. Kyle,” she stated. “Your father is in a meeting right now that could take a couple hours. You can come back if you want?”
I didn't care about some stupid meeting. Nothing was as important as this. “No, my father will see me now.”
The secretary tried to stop me but I reached the door to my father's office before she could get her hands on me.
My father's office was as big as my apartment. Expensive paintings covered the walls and floor-to-ceiling windows showed off an impressive view of the town. His huge oak desk stood at one end with a long rectangular table surrounded by office chairs on the other end.
My father sat at the far side of the meeting table and almost every chair in the room was filled with business suits. Everyone turned their attention to me.
My dad stood up in his chair.“Taylor, I'm in the middle of a meeting right now. If you could wait until it's over and then we can talk.”
“No Father, we're going to talk right now.” I rarely ever crossed him so he knew it had to be serious.
“Gentleman, if you would please excuse me. It seems a family emergency has come up. We'll reschedule for tomorrow.”
I waited by the door until the entire office emptied out.
“Taylor, this is most unusual. That was a very important meeting.”
I walked over to the opposite end of the meeting table. “Cut the shit, Daddy.” I hadn't been this angry with him since before Carter went to prison. I set both palms face down on the table.
“What's the matter, Taylor?” he asked.
“I want you to tell me the truth. The whole truth. And don't lie to me.”
“Taylor, I always tell you the truth,” he interrupted.
“Are you the reason Carter was arrested?”
My father sighed and slumped back into an office chair. “I never wanted you to find out about that.”
So it was all a lie. Carter was telling the truth. Rage boiled in my stomach. I would have slapped my father across the face if he was close to me.
“How could you, Daddy? I loved him.”
“That was exactly the reason why. Carter wasn't the right man for you. I could see you going down the wrong path and I had to do something to stop it.”
“By ruining a man's life!” My palms on the table had formed into fists.
“By saving yours, Taylor,” he said softly.
I pounded against the table, taking my frustration out any way I could. “I didn't believe you were capable of something like that.”
“I was only trying to protect you.”
My voice began to waver. Hold it together, Taylor. “You went too far. I don't want your money anymore and I don't want to see you again.”
“You'll see it my way eventually. Carter is a bad guy and he will only hurt you in the end. Please stay away from him.”
Tears formed in my eyes. My father meant the world to me. But I never knew how evil he was. I turned around and ran for the office door before I started to sob.
My father called to me but I ignored him. I closed the door behind me and fell to the ground, letting it all out. I didn't care that the secretary was right there, watching me cry my heart out.
I picked myself up and went for the elevator, wiping my nose. The doors closed just as my father opened the office door and looked at me one last time.
Anger and sadness stormed through my soul. I didn't want to believe my father could do anything that insane. But he did. And it wasn't right.
Carter went through so much hell and it was all for me.
Carter
I woke up the next morning and reached my hand out to feel for Taylor's warm naked body. But the bed was empty.
I shot up and saw the note sitting on the nightstand. My heart calmed and I read it. I was glad she went out because there was some business I needed to tend to and I didn't want Taylor finding out about it.
I never told her about my meeting with the mayor. If I had to do something drastic to Taylor's father, it would be better if she never found out that it was me.
I had the Prez call an emergency meeting at the clubhouse. My problem with the mayor and Mr. Kyle needed to be dealt with. My brothers could give me advice on what my next move should be.
We gathered around the MC table that had Dark Souls and Saint Marks engraved on it. Diesel, the Prez, sat at the head of the table. The rest of the members were seated around.
Diesel slammed the gavel down. “Everyone is here today because Carter has a problem.”
“He get his cock stuck in his zipper again?” Pike said, pressing his round glasses to his nose. Pike was the MC treasurer and thought he was the funniest man alive.
“We can't help you with all those STD's, Carter,” Juice chimed in.
I smiled at Juice and gave him my middle finger. “Too bad I got 'em all from your mom.”
The veins in Juice's neck popped out. Stone was sitting next to him and had to hold him down.
Diesel glanced at me. “Carter, explain the situation for everyone.”
“I had a meeting with Mayor Trump.”
“I'd like to ring that motherfucker's neck,” Cannon, our Sgt-at-Arms, said. Cannon still had hair unlike Pike but Cannon chose to shave right down to the scalp.
“Mayor told me that he was the reason I got out of prison. But he was also a part of the reason I was put there in the first place.”
“Did you kill the bastard?” Piggy asked. He was the MC prospect and his enormous weight was the reason for the nickname.
“Almost couldn't stop myself. But killing the mayor would send me right back to prison.”
Diesel calmed everyone down. “What does the mayor want?”
“Wants me to take down Taylor's father and Kyle Enterprises.
“That's a tall order,” Stone said, running his fingers through his hair.
“If it was anybody else, I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in their skull. But I can't kill Mr. Kyle without hurting Taylor.”
Cannon rubbed his bald head. “So you have two options. You do the mayor's dirty work and take down Kyle Enterprises. But lose your girl in the process. Or...you kill the mayor and get sent to prison again.”
“You forgot the third option,” Piggy said. “Kill 'em both. They deserve revenge for what they did to you.”
Revenge did sound sweet. Those two men had torn Taylor and I apart. They deserved to die.
“You definitely have a predicament,” Diesel added.
“Is there any way we could kill the mayor without getting caught?” I asked.
Pike took his glasses off and rubbed the lenses on his shirt. “Next to impossible. The mayor is surrounded by security twenty-four hours a day. Even if you were able to get close to him, you'd have a dozen witnesses and guards that would shoot you down.”
I tried to imagine the different scenarios and in every one, I was either caught or killed. “What if we take him out from far away? Cannon is pretty good with a sniper rifle.”
Cannon nodded in agreement. I'd seen him shoot cans from a thousand yards away.
Pike shook his head. “Also impossible. The mayor travels in a bullet-proof limo. He also only goes out in public when he needs to.”
“I hate to say it, but what if you went to the cops?” Juice asked. “They might actually believe you.”
The table turned to Juice like he had uttered the worst words known to man.<
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“Sheriff Buckley is bought and paid for by the mayor. I can attest to that. The cops can't help us here,” I said.
“That leaves you with one choice,” Diesel began, “You have to do what Mayor Trump wants. Take down Kyle Enterprises without killing Mr. Kyle.”
“Well how the fuck do I do that?”
“You're going to need access to his office. He's no doubt hiding records of his various meetings. There's bound to be some info in their that will put him away and destroy Kyle Enterprises. Get the documents and bring them to Pike. He can get them to the FBI anonymously.”
Pike nodded. “That seems to be the only choice you have left.”
“Worry about the killing later,” Stone added.
The MC was right. Killing them for revenge would have to wait. My only option was to take down Mr. Kyle in a way that I wasn't accustomed to—using my brains.
“How can Carter get access to Mr. Kyle's office? That place is a security compound.” Pike asked.
The light bulb in my head went off. “Taylor can help me get in. She can distract her father long enough for me to get the documents.”
“How many of us can she sneak in?” Stone asked.
“It's only going to work if it's just Taylor and I.”
Diesel raised the gavel. “Looks like our work here is done. Meeting adjourned.” He slammed the gavel down.
The only problem was how to get Taylor to betray her father? She might hate him right now but not enough to destroy him.
Chapter Eight
Taylor
The talk with my father had completely wrecked me. I sat in my car, too weak from crying to drive.
Everything I knew about him was a lie. I'd heard rumors around town about my father being a ruthless businessman. But that was business. This was my life he was toying with. The thought of never seeing him again pulled at my heart. He was always there for me when I needed him most. But I could see now that he only had his own interests in mind.
After every tear was wrung out of my body, I finally started the car and drove back to Carter's house. I couldn't let my dad control my life anymore.
But that meant no more money. No more fancy apartment. How could I afford to live on the money I made from painting? Carter didn't even have a job. The money he got from the MC was meager at best.
There were a lot of things that needed to be sorted out.
I knocked on Carter's door, not sure if it was appropriate to just walk in. We were together again but were things back to normal yet? Everything was pretty far from normal right now.
Carter opened the door and peeked out, holding a handgun. Probably a good idea that I didn't just walk in. “What's with the firearm?” I asked, pushing by him.
“Never know when your enemies are coming,” Carter replied, putting the gun behind his back and in his waistband. Carter looked at my face and instantly knew something was wrong. “What happened? Your eyes are all red.”
We sat down on Carter's dusty couch. My throat choked as I began, “I went to my father's office to confront him. He admitted the truth. My father was behind it all. He's the reason you went to jail.”
Carter's fists clenched as he sat next to me. The rage in his eyes was fiery hot. “That fucking bastard.”
I nodded, trying to hold back the tears. “He said he didn't want you near me anymore. When we went against his advice and continued dating, he took drastic measures. I'm so sorry, Carter.” I fell into his arms and hugged him as hard as I could.
“It's not your fault, Taylor. You didn't know.”
“But I trusted him for so long. He was the reason I didn't visit you in jail. He convinced me that you were guilty and I should move on. If I had only listened to my heart, I might've seen the real picture.”
“Let's not get caught up in the past. I'm here now, Taylor. We can move on together.”
He couldn't have said it any better. I reached up and kissed him hard. I wanted to take away all his Steel and suffering. I wanted to go back and change everything. Make sure that Carter never went to jail. But there was nothing to do about it. Carter was right to move on.
Our lips touched and everything disappeared into a fog. The beating in my chest was only matched by Carter's. He held me tight in his arms as his tongue entered my mouth. I melted away, never wanting to leave this moment.
Carter broke away. “I don't ever want to lose you again, Taylor.”
“Then don't ever let go,” I whispered.
Carter kissed me again, his eager hand wandering under my blouse. I cried out as he squeezed my breast over my bra. My moaning only made him hungry for more. Carter lifted my blouse over my head and I undid my black lace bra before he could rip it off. I liked that bra a lot.
Carter craned my neck to the side and left a trail of kisses down to my shoulder. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. He kissed my collarbone, kneading my breasts. I held his head against me as he kissed my peaks. He ran his tongue along my cleavage and over my nipples. The cold air perked them up and Carter sucked on each nipple as hard as he could.
The thought of what was going to happen next excited me to no end. Carter was the only man that could make feel this way.
Carter deftly unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. He tugged at my panties and I swatted him away. “Not so fast, Cowboy. I like these panties.”
“We'll have to be careful then.” Carter placed his fingers gently underneath the black fabric and pulled them slowly down my legs.
I was completely naked before him and Carter still had on all his clothes. “Am I the only one that's going to be naked here?”
“For the time being.” Carter smiled and ran his fingers along the inside of my thighs. My body shivered as he moved closer and closer.
Only a little higher...
But Carter stopped. He took his fingers away. No! I need you now! Touch me until I shatter...
Carter spread my legs apart until my dripping wet pussy was all his. “Taste me, Carter. I want to feel your lips on me.” There was more I wanted to feel but his lips would do for now.
Carter layered kisses down my stomach to my pubic mound. Just a little bit lower...
Carter buried his face between my legs, suckling on my clit. The sudden injection of pleasure made me cry out his name. I ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue tasted up and down my sweet slit.
My hips arched with every spike of ecstasy. Carter drove me wild as he had done so many times before. My breathing quickened and I was so close. “Carter...”
He kissed my clit until I came undone, squeezing his head in a vice. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I let the ecstasy control me. Carter worked his magic, swirling his tongue around until I couldn't take anymore.
The next orgasm was only moments away. Carter slipped his fingers into my tight wet hole. I clenched his hair as he curled them inside me. “How can you make me feel this good?” I breathed.
“Because I love you,” Carter returned.
His words had too much power over me. My body reacted in ways that I never thought possible. My hips bucked against his firm lips, spreading my wetness all over his face. I shuddered around his fingers until my body couldn't take anymore.
Carter pried himself from between my legs. But I was desperate for more. A million orgasms wouldn't be enough. He licked his lips tasting all of my cream. I wanted to be with this man forever.
Carter
How could a woman taste so good? Taylor's honeyed slit was so sweet. I tried to remember that taste while in prison but the memory eventually faded.
Taylor jumped on me like a panther, clawing at my clothes. The two orgasms had made her hungry. “Give me what I want,” she commanded.
I threw my leather jacked across the room. Taylor wrapped her fingers in the neck of my wife-beater and pulled as hard as she could, tearing it in two. Her sudden strength made the throbbing in my pants burn with desire. Her nails dragged down my chest and over my tattoos, leaving red
marks. She'd never been this dominating before.
I liked it.
She fiddled with my belt buckle until it was loose and she slipped my jeans off. I lay on the couch with my boxer briefs the only thing protecting my hard cock from Taylor.
Taylor faced away from me and planted her curvy ass down on my lap. My length fit right in between her cheeks. She placed her hands on my knees and rotated her hips. I put my hand on her naked back and felt her radiating heat. She felt so good grinding up against me. Better than any stripper or prostitute.
