by M. L. Beeson
“Stay here,” he instructs. I can’t seem to reel my emotions in, tears start to stream down my face.
Ignoring Blade’s instructions, I walk into my apartment behind him and find that the whole place completely trashed. My little couch is torn to shreds along with my mattress and curtains. All of my drawers are emptied out on the floor, and everything that once sat on my counters and shelves now lay broken on the floor.
“No one is here,” Blade informs me as he places his gun back in his waistband.
I can’t focus on anything other than the fact that the few things I could actually call mine are ruined, even if they were secondhand findings, they were mine. Now I have nothing. I have done my hardest to live an ok life, I have worked for everything I have and have never taken handouts and now everything is falling completely apart again. I shatter, I can’t hold it together anymore. The dam holding back the tears officially broke and now they are streaming down my face as I cry.
“You need to pack a bag Ginger; I am taking you to the clubhouse.”
I ignore Blade’s instructions and just sob. I can’t hold it back any longer. I just let it all out. I’m sure I look like a blubbering wench but this is the straw that finally broke the camel’s back. Blade doesn’t say anything, he walks over to the door and shuts it the best he can to allow me to have my breakdown in peace. I hear the sound of paper rip, and Blade’s heavy footsteps come back to me.
“Babe, do you know a guy named Ross Huntington?”
I turn and look at him and grab the small business card out of his hands. Reading the message wrote on the back, I start to shake and sob even more.
I found you, my sweet little Ginny. It’s time to come home. I miss you. I love you. The one and only, Ross Huntington.
He found me. Oh my god. My brain is trying to catch up to my actions as I throw every piece of clothing I can get my hands on into a duffle bag, grab my tooth brush, the few knives I hold dear, and run over to my freezer and dig out all of the cash that I stashed in a frozen lasagna box. I have to run. He cannot find me; he can’t. I keep repeating this to myself as I try to bolt out the door past Blade.
“Where are you going?” He asks as I smack straight into his broad chest.
“I have to go. I can’t stay here,” I cry out.
“No shit Sherlock, I already told you that you’re coming to the clubhouse with me.”
“No, I can’t. He found me. It isn’t safe. I have to keep moving.”
“What are you talking about Ginger? Who is Ross?” He inquires again but I do not have to courage to tell him about my past; about how broken I am because of one individual.
I have to keep going. “I have to go Blade, please move,” I plead to him.
“You’re not fucking going anywhere. I am taking you to the clubhouse. Now are you walking to the bike? Or am I carrying you again?”
I just stand there blankly looking at him trying to process the words coming out of his mouth. My mind is going a million miles an hour, I finally give in and head towards the bike. Blade stashes my small duffle bag in one of the saddle bags on his bike. Once we are both situated on his beautiful Harley, we set off to the clubhouse with the only things I had left; clothes, knives, a toothbrush, and a little bit of cash.
I walk into the clubhouse behind Blade carrying a small duffle bag that contains the remnants of my life. I am sure I look like a complete mess with makeup streaming down my face from my cry fest. I can’t believe that I actually broke down. I have done such a good job of putting up walls so that nothing bothers me but the past few weeks have really tested my strength. From being sexually assaulted to Ross locating me after being on the run for six years, I am a disaster. My demons are catching up to me and if I am not smart about my next move, they may be my demise.
I continue to follow Blade through the bar of the clubhouse, and all I can hear is catcalls and offers for me to sit on men’s faces, disgusting. I ignore the vile things that some of the members are yelling my way and find myself walking up the stairs to the top floor of the clubhouse. I have never been up here before and it is beautiful. There is a small kitchenette and a living room with a massive television in the middle of the upstairs space and there are doors surrounding the living area; they must be bedrooms. I assume this is where the members of the club take up residency.
Blade leads me to the corner door to the right of the living room. He pulls out his keys and unlocks it, swings the heavy wooden door open, and flips on the light. I make my way through the door frame and look around the large room in awe. It is nothing I would have ever expected a man to occupy, let alone one of Satan’s Savages to live in.
The walls are a light beige with a wide, intricate crown molding lining the ceiling and the floor. In the middle of the room sits the largest bed I have ever seen; it has to at least be a California king. The dark mocha-brown head and foot board have an intricately carved design throughout the wood. A dark upholstered bench sitting at the foot of the bed and two accent chairs fill up the space leading into the closet. I don’t have to look in the closet to know that its size matches that of the bedroom.
“You can set your bag down and go shower if you’d like,” Blade offers.
“Is this your room?” I ask, blatantly ignoring his offer.
“Yes ma’am.”
“I didn’t take you, the big bad motorcycle president to live in something decorated this way,” I almost laugh out, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Well I am glad you find it humorous. Go bathe and relax. I am going to the bar,” he huffs out.
Well fuck you too buddy. I have noticed I must piss him off because he is constantly mad at me and orders me around like some sort of dog. Rolling my eyes, I dig through my bag and find a clean pair of panties and something to sleep in.
Flipping on the light in the bathroom, I stop in my tracks. I shouldn’t be surprised with how super-sized it is, but the bathroom is fucking huge. The double vanity is on the left as I walk in and on the far wall is the shower, and I count eight shower heads; the damn thing probably pressure washes you. To the right of the shower is a giant free-standing tub, it is so deep that it looks like I’d have to sit on my knees to not drown if it was filled all the way up. Damn. I could live in this bathroom. It takes me a few minutes to decide if I want to shower or relax in the bathtub. I finally decide on the shower.
I leave a trail of clothes to the glass doors and look for the handle or knob to turn the water on, but there is only a keypad. Fidgeting with the technology I finally find the power button that starts the shower. The keypad even tells you how hot the water is and lets you adjust the sprayers. I finally step into the scalding hot water and start to relax, the water working wonders on my aching muscles. I look around to find the soap and all I find is generic shampoo and some Axe bodywash. Flipping up the lid, I decide to just wash my hair with the Axe bodywash, I am not about to put that other shit in my hair, it looks older than I am. I finally rinse all the soap off, I turn the shower off and reach for a towel that was sitting on the vanity. It is a little damp and smells like Blade, I can’t help but hold it up to my nose and inhale the scent.
After telling myself I am comparable to a boy-obsessed teenager, I dry myself off and get dressed. I am only wearing a baggy night shirt and my panties. I try to clean up and dry the water spots that dripped from my hair before tossing the towel into the dirty clothes hamper in the corner. I look at the bed and it is calling my name. All this bullshit has taken a lot out of me. I pull back the covers and climb in. The bed and sheets are so cozy. It isn’t long before my eyelids become impossibly heavy.
BLADE
I leave Ginger to do her thing and to settle in. My mind is swirling around with shit regarding the club and now the shit that happened with Ginger. I shouldn’t give a fuck about her or her drama but I feel the need to protect her for some odd reason. Fuck. I need a drink. I make my way down the stairs and find a bar stool to sit my ass on.
I motion for th
e prospect serving drinks.
“Whiskey,” I order.
The fucking prospect takes what seems like a lifetime to grab a glass and poor a drink, the second he hands it to me, I down the drink and rip the bottle from his hand. I am not going through the brutality of waiting on that slow fuck again. I stomp out of the bar and head out back to the patio, sit on a picnic table and drink my whiskey. Thoughts are clawing at my conscious. Something is telling me that it is the Aryans knocking off our contacts and its pissing me off. The whiskey is not doing its job, sure I’m getting drunk, but my mind will not shut off. I pull a blunt out of my pocket and light it up. After a couple hits off the tightly rolled marijuana, my thoughts are starting to fade and my stress level is coming down a couple notches.
I lay back on the picnic table and gaze up at the stars, forgetting everything that has been buzzing around my head. For the first time in a while I am content. I have been laying here with my legs dangling off the end of the table for about fifteen minutes before I feel someone slap my boot. I lean up on my elbows to find Shay standing there in a tight ass pair of shorts and a bikini top that is doing nothing to hide her peaked nipples from the cool midnight air.
“Hey stranger, haven’t seen you around for a few days,” she coos as she snatches the joint from between my fingers. She starts to climb up onto the table to straddle me. Taking a hit off the joint, she leans down and shotguns the smoke into my mouth; I exhale what is left of the smoke.
“Been up north and had shit to do at the Devil’s club,” I reply, even though I don’t owe her a god damn explanation.
“I missed you baby,” she rasps as she leans down to kiss me. I turn my head and dismiss her words.
“You didn’t miss me Shay, you had plenty of cock since I’ve been gone.” I laugh out.
“But yours is my favorite.” She tries to run her hand under my shirt.
I am not one for rejecting willing pussy but this bitch is annoying the fuck out of me right now. She cannot take a fucking hint. I grab my joint back out of her boney fingers, stick it between my lips, push her off me and stand. Shay stumbles and falls to the ground.
“Blade, baby. I can make you feel real good tonight. You can have whatever hole you want,” she begs looking up at me from the ground. Pathetic.
“Get one thing straight bitch, if I want any of your holes, you will know it. I will come and get what I need whenever I see fit, other than that keep your fucking hands to yourself. Go back in with the other whores and learn your fucking place.”
So much for being content. I grab the neck of the bottle of whiskey and take a few big gulps, feeling the burning sensation on its way down my throat. I start to head back into the bar when Leo calls from the outside stairwell to the basement otherwise known as the chambers.
“You got a second boss?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
“I have been digging around and have found a few interesting things,” he speaks before going quiet.
“And? I don’t have the patience for this shit right now, Leo. What do you have?” I demand.
“I found some shit out about our shipment from a contact that is an acquaintance to one of the Aryans. Seems that there is talk that the Aryans are gearing up for war against one of their customers for doing them dirty.” The tone of his voice is laced with worry.
“Who do you think they are going to war with?” I inquire.
“Us. I have a gut feeling that they found out we are selling to the cartel, and you know how they despise anyone except their own race.”
“I have had a weird feeling about that as well, but that would mean we have a leak within the inner circle. We keep this shit tight lipped and act with extreme caution when we execute our runs.”
“I know boss, that’s why I was hesitant to bring it up to you. I don’t want to think one of our own could turn on us.”
“It is a possibility. This stays between you and I for now. I will notify everyone to be at church tomorrow.” I start to send out a group text to the guys to meet for church at eleven, as I turn to open the door and head into the clubhouse.
I knew something was off about Bate’s death and our shipment getting held by fucking customs. Eight mother fucking years and not one single hiccup, and now everything is starting to go to shit. The weed and the whiskey are quickly leaving my system as my stress level elevates and the thoughts about a possible mole are swirling around in my head. Fuck this. I am just going to call it a night. There’s too much shit to process alone, I need my officers.
I walk into my room to see it only illuminated by the bathroom light that is showing through the slim crack that was left open. I slow my step when I see a figure curled up in a ball in the middle of my bed. I walk over to the side of bed and look down at Ginger, lying sound asleep, but the frown even in her sleep is upsetting. I want to know who the fuck Ross is, and why he is messing with Ginger; my Ginger.
Before I get too riled up, I make my way towards the bathroom and start shedding my clothing to go take a shower. I pull out my wallet and phone from my jeans and decide to send off a text to Leo. For a road captain, he is one hell of a hacker; the best. So, I know he is the perfect guy to find the information that I am curious to know.
Blade 3:43 a.m.: Find me what you can on a guy named Ross Huntington
After sending off the message to Leo, I turn on the shower and make quick work of washing myself and getting out. I walk into the closet and pull open the top right drawer of my dresser and pull out a pair of boxers and slip into them. I usually sleep naked but I don’t want to scare the poor thing. For now boxers will do.
Without hesitation I walk to the left side of my bed and pull back the covers. I can see that Ginger is instantly chilled because she isn’t wearing a bra and I can see her perky tits nipping out. Or is it piercings? I did see a glimmer of sparkle on her tits as she was dancing. Now I am dying to know and getting hard at the thought. Telling myself to calm down, I climb into bed bringing the blankets back up, covering Ginger and myself. I put my left hand under my head so that my elbow is sticking out and I am staring up at the ceiling. I cannot turn my mind off. Being the boss has its perks most definitely but it comes with the stress and the restless nights. I am not new to this but it’s hard to try to sort through shit with this sleeping tigress next to me.
Before I know it, my exhaustion takes over and I start to fall into a sound sleep.
I wake to the warmth next to me disappearing, I open my eyes and see that Ginger is trying to make an escape out of bed. I snake my arm out and bring her back to me earning me a small giggle.
“You scared me, Blade,” she whispers, “I need to use the restroom.”
“Well I need you right here sweetness,” I rasp as I pull her back to my front making it obvious that I have morning wood. I grind my erection into her ass and she tosses her head back on my shoulder as her breathing becomes heavy. I nip her earlobe and trail kisses down her slim neck reaching the sensitive spot just below her jaw causing her to thrash around and grind her perfect ass back into me. She wants me just as much as I need her.
Before I know what is happening, Ginger takes the lead and flips me over. I am on my back and she is straddling me wearing a giant grin. She leans down and kisses me trying to take control of the situation, but what she doesn’t know, is I am in control. No woman has even tried to dominate or take control me sexually, and it is a major fucking turn on. Not being able to hold back my craving for her any longer, I fling her off to my side so that she is on her back and I dive on her like she is my prey. She is wearing an oversized tee shirt and a thin lacy pair of black panties. I groan at the sight in front of me and give in to my desire for her and take action.
I start kissing her and devouring her like it’s my last few moments on earth. I have her caged beneath me, my legs are between hers and I am leaning on my forearms which are on each side of her head. She is starting to claw impatiently at my chiseled chest. I slowly put all my weight on my left side and
reach down with my right hand and slide it beneath her lace panties to find her completely soaked.
“You are wet for me sweetheart,” I point out, causing her to blush. She is so damn shy yet she knows what she needs and goes for it, reaching her hand down to grab my cock through my boxers as she replies, “and you are hard for me.” Touché babe touché.
I rip the small scrap of material that she considered to be panties off of her in one swift motion. I then start trailing my hand up her flat stomach, bringing her shirt with me. She needs to lose this. I need to see her bare and then without another thought, I find myself sitting up on my knees to grab her shirt with both hands, ripping it from her body.
My animalistic need for Ginger is undeniable. I cannot control myself when I see that her nipples are indeed pieced. I dive down and bring my mouth down to her left breast taking her pierced nipple into my mouth. I suck and twirl her nipple with my tongue while I massage the other breast with my rough callused hand. She is moaning and coming undone underneath me. I bite down on her nipple and let it slide out of my mouth catching it by the diamond studded barbell that goes horizontally through it, causing her to yip out in pleasure.
I reach down and slide my boxers down, freeing my cock, and I coat the head of my cock with her arousal. I keep teasing her by sliding my cock through her slickened pussy lips touching her clit with it. God she is so fucking wet and so fucking warm, I want to feel her squeeze my cock as she cums all over it.
“Now I am going to say this once. I don’t do slow and I don’t do easy,” I growl out, “I like it rough and I like it hard.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Blade,” she cries out as her need is becoming too much for her to handle.
I position myself between her legs, the head of my cock at her entrance. In one quick thrust, she takes every inch of my thick cock. She is so fucking tight. I give her a moment to adjust to my size and for me to shake my thoughts. Last thing I need is to blow my load too early like some teenage pervert.
