“Ceasefire!” another yelled, standing up. It was his last word.
“There’ll be no truces!” I shouted, letting the others know that this was a fight to the end. “Let this be a lesson that you don’t fuck with Mad Dogs and you don’t mess with our families!”
A minute later the last Slayer was dead.
“We all good?” I looked around, taking count of my brothers.
“I think I scratched my hand on a nail on the way down the steps.”
I shot Roland a scowl. He just shrugged with a grin.
“Where the fuck is Trick?” Whip barked.
I was wondering the same thing myself.
“Last I saw, he was over there behind those cases.” Dobie made his way there cautiously until he was back behind them. I didn’t like his sudden change in expression. “Fuck.” He was staring at something on the ground, and his grim expression told me it wasn’t a dead Trick.
“What?”
“A trap door.”
“Fuck.” I shot my gaze to Demon and Becker. “Follow him!” They immediately went to where Dobie was standing and disappeared down the hole. Perhaps Trick was smarter than I’d given him credit for if he’d had the foresight to dig out an escape route. “Billy, Ollie, open up!”
They opened the door and my gaze fell to where Billy had been wounded and was now slumped against the door. He grinned up at me, but I could see the pain in his eyes. He’d used his body to help keep the door barricaded. Penny was sitting on a cot against the wall, looking pale, dirty, and relieved all at the same time. Tear tracks lined her cheeks, as well as a nasty-looking bruise.
“Man, are we glad to see you brothers,” Ollie commented.
“You two did good.” They had, Billy would finally get his patch for this. I smiled at Penny.
“Iris−” she began with quivering lips, making an obvious effort to hold herself together.
“She’s okay and at the clubhouse,” I quickly reassured her. Her relief was instant, she practically collapsed into herself. “You okay, honey?”
“I will be after I’m away from here and home again.”
Good. Her voice had trembled a little, but otherwise sounded strong, and she didn’t look like they’d assaulted her sexually. “Corky.” I waited until he came to me. “Get Penny back to the clubhouse and to her sister.” He gave me a chin nod, moving past me into the room.
“Okay, we need to get out of here, brothers. Let’s make sure we leave no Slayers breathing, and I want Mud, Crabby, and Trick’s patches.”
We moved all at once.
“VD.”
I paused and met Penny’s weary eyes.
She placed her hand on my arm. “Thank you.”
I smiled. “You’re family, honey. And we protect our family.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I thought they’d killed Iris, but she’s really okay?”
“She is. You’ll see her at the clubhouse.” I gave Corky a meaningful look that instructed him to get her away from there.
Upstairs all was quiet, except for the cluster of crying club women huddled together for protection. Their scantily-clad bodies were thin and unhealthy looking, and I guessed that they were a lot younger than they looked. I walked over to them, noticing the fear in their eyes, and the way that they cowered when I got close. Good. That told me that they would be happy just to make it out of there alive.
I glanced over them briefly. “You want to live?” I questioned in a hard tone. Each head bobbed a quick response. “Then you don’t talk about what happened here tonight. You didn’t see us. If you talk, you know we’ll find out, right?” Again, they all nodded. “The club will end you if we find out you went to the police.”
“So what do we do now, where do we go?” a redhead asked in a teary voice. “You wiped out our club, our home.”
I shrugged indifferently. They were too messed up for Mad Dogs, and none of my brothers would want their skanky asses anywhere near their women. “Not my concern. Just be glad we’re letting you walk out of here. Now get.” They didn’t hesitate in breaking apart and heading for the front door.
“Prez, you’re not gonna like this, but we didn’t find Mud.” Jerry handed me the enforcer’s patch he’d ripped off Crabby’s cut.
Demon and Becker came through the front door, shaking their heads in disgust. “Got away, Prez. The tunnel came out behind the oil drum at the side of the building. No telling how far a lead he has.”
Fuck.
Not good news.
Both Trick and Mud were still out there.
Chapter 24
Iris
My arms were around Penny and I just held her, giving her the sisterly comfort that she’d seemed to need when they’d first brought her into the club. She’d been shaky and tearful, and we’d both been grateful that she was okay and back home. Della had been kind enough to take us to what she’d referred to as a guest room, where Penny had been able to shower and change. After that she’d forced something down to eat and drink, and then had just wanted to lie down.
So here we were, side by side in bed, just holding one another, listening to each other breathe in the quiet of the room. I hoped Penny would fall asleep. She needed it. Her worn appearance, the pale skin and dullness of her eyes, revealed that she’d been exhausted with the stress of what she’d gone through. And who wouldn’t be? I could only guess at what she’d been through, because so far she hadn’t said anything, and I wasn’t about to force the issue. I knew in time she’d open up to me. Right now she was dealing with it. Processing it.
I owed Vince so much. He’d brought my sister back to me. He hadn’t returned to the club by the time Della had brought us to one of the back rooms, so I hadn’t seen him yet. I didn’t even want to think about what he might be doing now, or what he’d had to do to rescue Penny, and I didn’t care. I’m sure she probably knew what it had taken to get her away from the Slayers.
“I thought they’d killed you,” she said out of the blue, breaking into the peaceful quiet surrounding us. “When they took me without you−”
“I’d gone for a walk in the field behind the house. When I heard gun shots I ran back, but−” I suddenly felt guilty for not doing more. “There wasn’t much I could do. I’m sorry, sis.”
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” she said softly. “Don’t you dare feel sorry, or guilty.” She sounded so tired, but if she wanted to talk I wasn’t going to stop her. She needed to get it out. “Now I understand what Dickie was protecting me and Jay from all the times he sent us out of town, why he was so adamant on the extra security. I think it would have been better if I’d known what to expect, but that’s my fault.”
I gave her a squeeze. “There was no way of knowing. You made a choice that you thought you could live with at the time.”
“Those men−” She broke up, shivering wildly.
Oh, God, what had they done to her? I wanted to ask her about the nasty bruise on her cheek.
“They were horrible, Iris. Horrible human beings. Dirty and foul-mouthed. I don’t mean just with swearing, but what they said they were going to do. What they threatened they were going to do to me.” She shuddered wildly.
“But they didn’t.” I prayed.
“No.” Her soft, hesitant response told me that they had done something, but she wasn’t willing to share it.
“You’ll get through this.” She nodded in agreement. “I’ll help you.”
“You’ll be going home soon,” she reminded me.
“I don’t have a set date, and you know I can do my work from your house. I’m not planning on going anywhere anytime soon.” I wanted to make sure that she understood that I would stay with her for as long as she wanted.
“Then you might as well have your things moved here, because I don’t want you to ever leave.”
I heard the smile in her voice, and I smiled in return. Penny grew silent after that, and I sensed that she was drifting off to sleep. Her shallow breaths soon followed. I was ab
out to close my own eyes when I heard the door to the room opening. I turned my head in that direction, locking eyes with the man who was beginning to mean so much to me. There was a predatory look in his eyes that I was learning to read very well.
“I need you darlin’, now,” he said in a low, rough tone.
I carefully extracted my arms from Penny, moved from her side, and got to my feet. My steps didn’t falter as I walked straight to him and into his waiting arms. He curled his arm around my waist, pulled me from the room, and slowly closed the door. After the tell-tale click that indicated that it was secure, he rolled us away from the door and stopped when I was against the wall. He slammed his mouth down on mine and I opened immediately so that our tongues could get reacquainted.
God, it had seemed so long since I’d tasted him.
Too long since I’d felt his hard, muscular body crushing mine.
And too long since our hearts had pounded together as one.
I submitted totally to Vince, body and soul. His hard, callused hands held my wrists pinned against the wall above my head. His kiss controlled the movements of our mouths. I arched wholly into his unyielding body, scraping my extended nipples against his chest, grinding my pussy into his loins. The hardness of his cock dragged a long moan from deep within my core. I needed him to fuck me, needed to know the commitment was there.
“I’m going to fuck you raw,” Vince rasped against my mouth.
I laughed softly. “I hope so.”
He growled, before taking my bottom lip between his teeth. He nibbled on it for a few seconds, dropping one hand to my breast and squeezing. His other hand took control of both my wrists. I sighed, feeling my breast swell into his hand. Then I had to bite down on my lip to keep from sounding out when he lifted my tee and put his hot mouth over my nipple. Ohmygod! He was going to give me an orgasm right there against the wall.
“I’ve missed you, baby,” he growled around my nipple.
“I can tell.” I trembled wildly, steadily arching my body into his wherever I could.
“If I don’t get you to my room soon I’m gonna fuck you right here in the hallway.”
He sucked a breast into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue before moving on to the other one. While his mouth worked on my flesh his hand dropped to the top of my borrowed boy shorts. With little effort he wiggled beneath them and zeroed right in on my pulsing pussy.
“Fuck, baby, your cunt is dripping for me.” His finger flicked over my clit, and then something caused him to pause. His hand covered my whole mound and he pulled back and looked straight into my eyes. “Did you shave your pretty little snatch for me, darlin’?”
I smiled at the pleasure in his glittering eyes. “You like it?”
“Fuck!” He removed his hand, took mine, and jerked me away from the wall. “Never gonna make it to my room,” he grumbled beneath his breath, pulling me along at a rapid speed. “If I come in my pants I’m going to spank your ass!”
“Maybe I like a good spanking now and again,” I teased. All he did was groan and keep going, and I wondered what kind of a fool would imply that they liked to be spanked?
We came up to a couple of his brothers who made the mistake of trying to draw Vince into conversation. He waved them off with an animal like sound, receiving snickers of amusement as they realized their president had one thing on his mind, and it certainly wasn’t talking to them. One look at my disheveled state backed up the raw hunger on his hard-jawed face. I felt my blood race to my face, realizing that I was about to get good and fucked, and his men knew it.
I didn’t care.
He kicked his door open, pulled me into the room, and gave a backward kick to shut the door again. We stood, staring at each other for a long moment, breathing hard, letting the sexual tension build.
I finally cracked a smile. “You look like you’re going to hurt me,” I said softly, feeling a little chill travel down my spine.
“Get those clothes off,” he demanded, clearly on the edge. “I want to see that pussy.”
I’d never seen Vince like this, so worked up. Something told me that it wasn’t all about sex. He was running high on something, adrenaline maybe, and giving off a dangerous, unpredictable vibe. He looked like he was about to explode, his body held tight, his expression carved in stone. In spite of that, I wasn’t afraid of him. I knew he’d never hurt me, not physically, anyway. And in that moment all I wanted was for him to take me.
Own me.
“Now. Iris.”
He was impatient. In record time I lifted my tee up over my head, and then pushed down my shorts, kicking them away when they were on the ground. Vince’s eyes went immediately to my smooth, pink mound. It had been a few days since I’d had it waxed, but it looked good now that the redness was gone. The flaring of his nostrils revealed that he liked the sight of my shaved pussy. Without taking his gaze off me he removed his cut and tee, and pulled a weapon from the back waistband of his pants. He set it down before kicking off his boots and removing his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear.
I wet my lips, feeling my control slip for this man. I went to him and took his cock into my hands. He groaned low and shuddered, but didn’t stop me from moving my hand up and down. Pre-cum was gathered at the head, and I used it as a lubricant. As my hand glided down his hot shaft I could clearly feel the bumps and ridges that helped rake my insides when he was fucking me. On the way back up I paused just beneath the lip circling the wide head, and massaged it until Vince’s thick thighs began to tremble.
A slow smile moved across my lips at the power I wielded over him. I spread my legs and arched forward, running the head of his cock up and down my wet slippery slit. We both sounded out our pleasure, both shivered with desire. Vince leaned forward and sank his teeth into the spot between my neck and shoulder. Without warning, he grabbed me by the hips and turned me around.
“Bend over and touch your ankles,” he demanded gruffly.
I didn’t hesitate to move into position, which left me feeling slightly vulnerable. Instantly I felt his fingers parting the folds of my slit and sliding up and down, as if testing my readiness. He dragged the slick wetness from my pussy over my shaved mound, rubbing it in vigorously before going back for more. I cried out at the pleasant friction, spreading my legs further to open myself up to him even more. He groaned with approval, and then my body bucked forward when I felt his tongue at my entrance.
He quickly grabbed my hips and pulled me back. “Don’t move.” And then his face was against me, his tongue making slurping noises as he lapped up the juice in my pussy, before thrusting deep inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned with bliss, feeling my orgasm build with intense speed. Once Vince seemed satisfied that I wasn’t going to move, he moved one hand around to my clit, and I exploded upon contact.
I would have hit my knees had Vince not have been holding me with one large hand clamped on my hip, his head between my legs. As a powerful climax hit me I cried out, seeing bright lights behind my closed eyes, my lower body jerking out of control. Before I’d even finished flooding his tongue Vince had removed it, and the next thing I knew he was ramming his cock inside me. The hardness, the fullness of his flesh, brought longevity to my orgasm, and I was sure that my heart was exploding in my chest. He fucked me through it, grunting with every penetrating thrust.
“Jesus, fuck, baby!” he grunted, pounding into me so that our bodies made a slapping noise when they collided. “Best cream I’ve ever had on my tongue.”
“Oh, God, Vince, it feels so good!” I was surprised that I could even speak.
“You’re mine, Iris.” He continued to thrust. “I own you, baby. No one else gets to put their dick in this sweet pussy.” He picked up speed. “No one else gets to lap up your cream.” He half bent over my back, reining love bites over my skin. “No one else gets to play with these tits.”
“No one else, Vince!” I promised, meaning it. I didn’t want anyone but him.
“That�
��s right, darlin’.” His movements changed and he let out a roar. “Aaaggghhh!”
Oh, God! He slammed home one last time and held, pouring himself into me. My body grabbed hold and swelled around him, locking him inside me. The head of his cock was right up against my cervix, and I could feel every spray of his release. He continued to throb strongly until spent.
“I don’t think I can move,” I complained lightly.
One of Vince’s arms curled around my waist and he half-dragged, half-carried me over to the bed. We collapsed onto it.
“Fuck, that helped,” he rasped out of breath.
“Are you okay?”
“Fucking helps relieve some of the tension and stress of the last few hours. And I’ve been missing you.”
“What do you do when I’m not around?”
He looked down at me for a few seconds. “I go without.”
I wanted to believe him. God, I wanted to. “I’m glad I could be of some assistance,” I teased, looking up at him. “Thank you for going after Penny.”
He pulled me up so that I was half-lying on his muscular chest. “She doing okay?”
“She’ll be okay in time,” I said with confidence, snuggling against him. “Was, ah, was anybody hurt?” I felt him stiffen. “Never mind, I forgot, club business.”
“When I can tell you something, I will, darlin’. I’m glad that you want to be involved in the club. But there is some shit that we keep to ourselves. Keeps things easy when the law comes around and our women don’t know anything, keeps them out of trouble.”
It was my turn to stiffen. “What kind of trouble? Like what Penny found herself in?”
“Yeah. We don’t get trouble our way often, but once in a while a rival club decides they’re bigger and tougher than Mad Dogs and sets out to prove themselves by trying to push us out.”
“Is that what the Slayers are doing?”
“Yep. Dickie was president for a long time, darlin’, he had a tough reputation and not too many MCs out there cared to test him. Once he got sick all that changed. Slayers thought we’d become weak, but after tonight I think we convinced them that we aren’t.”
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