by A. M. Myers
Chapter Five
Warren
A cold, winter breeze whips against me and I shove my hands in my coat pockets as I walk down the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for any trouble but the entire block is a ghost town tonight. Hmm… how fitting. Not only does it work to my advantage perfectly as I slip into the trees of the edge of the property but it’s also how this club will look when I’m finished with them. Creeping closer to the fence that surrounds the entire perimeter of the clubhouse, I scan the parking lot and freeze when Rooster steps out to do his rounds.
“Right on time,” I whisper as I crouch down and watch him walk over to the closed gate. That seems to be the one major precaution they’ve taken to protect themselves from me and it’s actually laughable how clueless they are. There is nothing that they can do to stop me or keep me from completing my mission.
Fuck…
Maybe I haven’t done a sufficient job of making them realize just how much danger they are in since their security measures are so lax but then again, that might be for the best. Let them be complacent. Let them be bewildered so when I strike and take the pound of flesh that I’m owed, it will be all the more shocking. Then again… it might make my victory even sweeter if they put up a little bit of a fight. After I mull the idea over in my head, I release a sigh. There will be time to consider it later, I tell myself, as I turn back to watch Rooster. He stands behind the gate scanning the street for a few more seconds before shaking his head and turning back toward the clubhouse.
Fucking amateurs.
If he actually took the time to walk the perimeter, he probably would have found the nice little entrance I made myself with a pair of bolt cutters long before now but I’ve noticed that their prospect likes to do as little as possible. Plus, on top of that, he’s got the worst fucking attitude, like the entire world has fucked him over but that couldn’t be further from the truth. This club took everything from me, stole every single ounce of anything good from my life. and he is just a cry baby in a cut. Maybe I’ll add him to my list, make sure he knows the depths of my rage so he can see how insignificant his problems are because watching him walk around with this chip on his shoulder pisses me the fuck off.
Pushing the thoughts from my mind, I wait for him to step back into the clubhouse before slipping through the cut in the fence and creeping across the parking lot in the darkness. I have my ways of keeping tabs on the club at all times but when I realized they were having a party tonight, I needed to see them in person so I could witness their joy firsthand. It fuels me, knowing that I get to be the one to take it all away from them. When I get to the back wall, I flatten myself against it and move toward the window before crouching down and peeking through the glass.
Moose and Juliette, Smith and Quinn, and Henn and Kady are all slow dancing together in the middle of the room, looking far too cozy for people with their necks on the chopping block but I ignore them and scan the rest of the room. Rooster is by the bar, drowning his sorrows in a bottle of booze and I grit my teeth and my gaze flicks toward the pool tables. Kodiak and Chance are playing pool, their wives talking to each other at the table nearby and Blaze, Storm, and Ali are sitting on the couches in the corner, talking. The smiles on their face infuriate me. Fuck all of them. I am going to tear down this whole club for what they did to me but there are four people in particular that hold the heaviest blame and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure their pain matches my own before I end them. One of them is missing and I grit my teeth as I pull away from the window and look to the corner of the building. Streak is probably up in his room because that is where he spends most of his damn time and that means I won’t be able to see him up on the second floor.
Hissing a curse, I push away from the building and take a deep breath before I start heading back toward the fence. My fingers twitch as I think about how happy they all looked and how I didn’t get to complete the mission I came here tonight to accomplish and I fight the urge to slam my fist into the brick wall. All I wanted was to get eyes on my main targets but Streak never fucking makes it easy on me. I’m decent with computers but he’s better which means I always have to be one step ahead and I can never mess up. It’s the only way I’ve gotten away with all of this as long as I have.
I’m almost to my spot in the fence when I hear a slapping sound behind me and I whip around, scanning the lot for any sign of a threat but it’s empty. My heart races as I stay motionless, waiting for something else to happen.
What the hell was that?
A low moan drifts through the air and I glance up to the second floor where Streak’s room is. There is one window in his room and I sink into the shadows and watch Streak press Kodiak’s kid sister, Rowan, up against it in just her pink lacy bra and nothing else. Her back arches and her lips part in a moan as he grips a chunk of her hair, tugging on it as he positions himself behind her and presses his cock into her. Her pretty little eyes squeeze shut and another moan drifts down to me. Holy fuck. She is a pretty little thing and my cock jumps at the sound of her pleasure. I can’t even remember the last time I was with a woman and most of my life for so long has been devoted to making the Devils pay for what they did to me so there hasn’t been time for fun of any kind.
She grips the molding on both sides of the window as Streak reaches around her front and grabs a handful of her full tits, pulling another moan from her. Shit, she is so responsive and my cock aches as it presses against my zipper. My fingers twitch and I close my eyes, imagining that it’s me slamming my length into her again and again as a soft groan spills from my lips. My heart pounds in my ears and I open my eyes again as Rowan lets out a louder moan. Streak covers her mouth with his hand and pulls her back to him so he can kiss her neck as his pace quickens. I’m hard as a fucking rock watching them and I don’t think I could even walk right now if I wanted to. Sinking further into the shadows, I unzip my jeans and fist my cock in my hand, pumping it slowly as I watch them. Streak releases the clasp of her bra before pulling it away and flinging it across the room.
“Yes,” I hiss as her tits bounce with his thrusts and I feel a tingle at the base of my spine. Closing my eyes again, I picture her in my bed as I crawl over her and slam into her tight little pussy, using her however I want but she fucking loves it, moaning my name as my cock drives into her again and again. As the fantasy plays in my head, my entire body tenses and I release a low groan, so soft that no one will hear it, as my seed shoots all over the pavement. I drop my head back as the release rocks through me. “Fuck.”
When I can finally move again, I tuck myself back into my jeans and glance back up at the window, breathing heavily. That is definitely a fantasy that I will be replaying in my head often but staying here for much longer would be stupid. Streak pulls Rowan away from the window. My ribs feel tight and I press my lips together at the loss. Before I can get too upset, they move back toward the window but stop just before it. Streak lifts Rowan off her feet and knocks a bunch of shit off his desk before setting her on the top and slipping back inside her. She clings to him as she throws her head back and moans but he doesn’t let her make noise for long, pulling her back to him and slamming his lips to hers.
“Well, this is an interesting development,” I murmur as I watch them kiss like they’re going to die if they don’t and I can’t help but chuckle as I shake my head.
You know, sometimes, these fuckers make this shit way too easy on me.
For months, I’ve been trying to come up with something I can use against Streak to amplify his suffering and coming up with a whole lot of nothing but now he has just dropped the perfect thing right into my hands. The one thing Streak cares about more than anything in the world is this club and his brothers so I can only imagine that he wants to keep this little fling a secret. Grinning to myself, I pull my phone out and snap a few pictures of them in the thralls of passion and wonder how Kodiak would feel about his brother fucking his baby sister.
Would it be enough to make him cut
ties?
Would it be enough to make him kill Streak?
That would be perfect, actually. Nothing would tear this club apart like one member killing another. I wouldn’t even have to do anything. As I watch them, my mind begins to wander about how I could get these photos to Kodiak and another idea hits me out of nowhere, pulling a startled laugh from my lips. It’s so fucking devious, so perfect that I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before and the best part is that while I might be pulling a few strings, I know enough about Streak to know that he will do exactly what I need him to do for this plan to work. He will play right into my hand without even knowing it.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and chuckling to myself, I slip back through the fence before answering it. “Hello?”
“This is a collect call from an inmate at the Allan B. Polunsky Unit in Livingston, Texas. Do you wish to accept the charges?” the automated voice on the other end of the line asks as I walk through the trees back toward my car.
“Yes.”
“Please hold,” the voice replies before silence greets me. After a few seconds, I hear a click and the sound of someone breathing.
“Warren?”
I smile. “How are you, Samson? How is prison treating you?”
“Oh, just great,” he scoffs with a humorless laugh. “I was just calling to see how things were going out your way.”
“Good… really good.”
He sighs. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means that things are moving along perfectly,” I tell him, thinking back to the plan that just struck me. I’m not the only person Streak has messed with and Samson wants revenge on the man as much as I do. Hell, maybe even more. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”
“I want to know what’s going on,” he growls and I shake my head. I would happily keep Samson informed if he wasn’t currently sitting on death row, waiting to be executed, where they record every word of every phone call he makes. Telling him everything would bring the whole plan crashing down around us and we’d both end up behind bars.
“You know why we can’t.”
A noise of frustration greets me before he sighs. “Just promise me you’re going to get this done. I want him to suffer, Warren. I want him…”
“Okay. I think you’ve said enough, friend.”
“Right,” he mutters before sighing again and I feel for him. I can’t imagine what the hell I would do if I was behind bars, unable to get justice for everything that has been done to me. I shudder as I think about sitting in a small cell every single day with only my rage to keep me company. It’s enough to make you go insane.
“I’ll take care of it, Sam. I promise you.”
“I don’t have much time left,” he murmurs. “My last appeal was rejected by the court today and they’re talking to me about scheduling my execution. I want to see him get what he deserves before I go.”
I nod as I reach my car and slip behind the wheel. I fucking feel for the guy and wish I could do something more to make the last of his time here on this earth memorable but they’re aren’t exactly going to let me take a videotape of our revenge into a jail. “Don’t worry. We’re near the end now and you’ll get your justice.”
“Good. Make it hurt, Warren.”
I laugh as thoughts of what I have in store for these boys plays through my head like a major motion picture. “Oh, trust me, I will.”
Chapter Six
Travis
Peeling my eyes open, I blink at the bright sunlight streaming in through my bedroom window and try to stretch when I feel the warm body next to me and glance down. Rowan is curled up against me, playing little spoon as she sleeps peacefully, her lips parted and her lashes fanning out across her pink cheeks. As I watch her, my mind drifts back to last night. I was surprised as hell to find her in my room but not even the slightest bit upset since I hadn’t been able to peel my eyes away from her from the moment she walked through the door. I don’t know if it was the awful fucking week I’ve been having trying to find answers in my recording of Veronica’s interview or if it was just her but I wanted her from just a look. I have never felt anything like it, the way she stole all of my attention without doing anything and the way I felt like I had to touch her, I had to have her. There was no other option because I wanted her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. Hell, I still do. She lets out a groan, pulling my attention to her as she stretches, rubbing her round ass against my cock and I bite back a hiss as my dick twitches. She settles again, releasing a breath.
Fuck.
I want her again despite the fact that we had more sex last night than I’ve ever had in a twenty-four hour period. Hell, if we could lock ourselves in this room for a fucking week without Kodiak finding out and trying to murder me with his bare hands, I might just make that happen and it still might not even be enough. Wrapping my arm around her, I blow out a breath and shake my head. It’s not like I haven’t been with a lot of girls because I have but usually after round one or two, my mind is drifting to other things and the girl I’m with isn’t able to hold my attention. I don’t see that being a problem with Rowan. At all. There is something about her that I can see myself getting totally lost in and maybe that’s exactly what I need right now. But I meant what I said to her last night - there is no way in hell this is ever going any further than that. She and I are hella attracted to each other, the sexual chemistry is fucking insane, and we have earth shifting sex but I don’t do love. I won’t be the next in the long line of Devils to fall in love, get married, and start popping out babies.
“No…it’s too early,” Rowan mumbles to herself before throwing her arms over her head in a stretch and my eyes fall to her tits, appreciating the way her back arches and her ass presses into me again. I lean down and press my lips to her neck as a soft moan slips past her lips.
“Princess, if you keep doing that, you’re gonna make me hard.”
She grins and wiggles her ass against my cock without opening her eyes. “I like the sound of that.”
“So do I,” I groan, gripping her hip and kissing her neck again before biting at her earlobe. “But I don’t think you want to wake up the whole house with your screaming.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, her eyes snapping open as she throws the covers off of her legs and jumps out of bed. I watch her run around the room, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on as I laugh.
“What are you doing?”
She shoots me a glare. “I have to get back down to my room before anyone wakes up. If Lincoln realizes I spent the night up here, he’s going to lose his shit.”
“You’re a grown woman and you can sleep with whoever you want to,” I tell her and she stops in the middle of my room, arching a brow.
“Okay. You go tell him you fucked his little sister eight times last night.”
The thought makes my balls crawl back up inside my body. “Uh… better get going, then.”
“That’s what I thought,” she says with a laugh as she continues getting dressed and when she’s got everything back on, she walks across the room and leans over me, pressing her lips to mine. I’m sure it was supposed to be a quick kiss but our bodies have other ideas and I can’t stop myself from pulling her down on top of me with a groan. She straddles my hips and rocks against my cock, moaning before she pulls away and shakes her head. “We can’t.”
“I know.”
She flashes me a devilish grin. “My brother might actually kill you if he finds out about this.”
“That’s why we’re going to keep it on the down low.”
“Do you regret it?” she asks, chewing nervously on her bottom lip. It’s so goddamn cute that I can’t help but smile as I reach up and cup her cheek.
“Not a fucking chance.”
“Good. Me either,” she whispers before leaning down and pressing another quick kiss against my lips, pulling away just enough to let her mouth brush against mine as she smiles and meets my gaze. “Can’t wait to do this again.
”
Shit.
“Me either,” I agree, kissing her again but she stops it before it can go too far. God, I want to pull her back to me and spend the whole fucking day in this bed. She jumps off the bed and winks over her shoulder at me as she walks to my bedroom door. I watch her as she cracks it open and peeks into the hallway, checking that the coast is clear, before slipping out and shutting it behind her.
Sitting up in bed, I turn and lean back against the wall, sighing as I run a hand through my hair. I glance over at the bedside table littered with condom wrappers and I shake my head.
Eight times in one night?
Really?
It’s hard to believe but at this point, the entire evening is just a blur of naked skin, kissing, biting, and moaning so who fucking knows. Maybe her and I hooking up was an awful idea and I’m pretty sure that if Kodiak finds out, I’ll have to go on the run but I can’t deny that it was exactly what I needed. This weight I’ve been feeling for weeks now is a little lighter this morning and if the look in Rowan’s eyes last night was any indication, she needed it just as much as I did. Besides, like I said, she is a grown ass woman and she can do whatever she wants with her body so what the hell is wrong with the two of us using each other to deal with our shit if we both are clear that it will never go any farther? Then again, if I use the words “using” and “your sister” in the same sentence when talking to Kodiak, I’m a dead man either way.
Pushing those thoughts from my mind, I throw the covers off of my legs and climb out of bed, sweeping the wrappers into the trash before grabbing my jeans off of the floor and getting dressed. I shuffle over to my desk and sink into my chair, scrubbing my hand over my face and yawning. As I pull up Veronica’s interview, I shake my head. I’ve listened to the thing close to fifty times and at this point, I could probably recite it for anyone else but I just keep hoping that I’ll hear something new, something that will break this whole case wide open even if I know that’s stupid. Just as I’m about to push play and listen to it again, I remember her comment about the woman her abductor met in a bar and I lean back in my chair, scowling. There is only one person he could be talking about and she is also just about the last person I want to go speak to.
