“Okay, thanks,” I say, but when he turns to leave, I quickly ask, “Hey Reggie. Is Ice Man available to talk to on the phone, do you know?” I’d really like to call him to get a little more information about the trip.
“Uh, I don’t know. I suppose you could just call and see. If he’s not busy, he’ll answer.”
Nodding, I turn back into my room, closing the door lightly behind me. Then, grabbing my phone, I hit his name and press dial.
It only rings twice before he answers. “Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep okay?” The smooth sound of his voice has me sinking onto the bed with a smile on my face. Taking a sip of my coffee, I put it on the bedside table before answering him.
“I slept all right. Would have been better if you were beside me.” I’ll let him finish that thought for me.
“Trust me, babe, I would have too.”
Knowing I’m not going to get anything else about that out of him, I continue on. “So you’ll be back around two? Does it take a while to get there?”
“Yeah, I’ll be back by then. And no, it’s only an hour or so, but I wanted to give us time to check into the hotel I booked for us. That way you can change before we go,” he answers, surprising me. I don’t know why I never thought we’d get a hotel room, I guess I just figured we’d drive back after the party. But you won’t hear me complaining. Actually, this is great news. I’ll have him all to myself. Maybe with a little liquid courage, some well-placed lines, and a few dance moves, and I’ll get to fulfill my ongoing dream of him and I.
“Great. That actually works perfectly.” My dress won’t get wrinkled on the way there, and I can take more time needed to get ready. I want to look sexy for him, make him not be able to resist me.
“All right sweetheart. I gotta go, but I’ll be back soon. You may want to pack for a few days because I booked the room through Tuesday. That way I can take you out and show you the sights.”
My smile gets bigger because I love how thoughtful he is. And even though I know he’s busy and has a ton of things he probably needs to do, he still wants to keep his word and show me around.
“See you soon,” I say, then hang up the phone. Then, pulling up Angel’s name, I hit dial and wait a few rings until she answers.
“It’s about time you called me,” she says, sounding a little upset. It makes me feel like the worst friend in the world.
“I’m so sorry. It’s just, after getting in late, I slept in, and then I had to do some running around because I needed a few things. And then I passed out early. I’m horrible, aren’t I?” I can feel tears in my eyes forming because I feel like I failed her somehow. What if she needed me or wanted to talk? Fuck, I shouldn’t have left in the first place.
“Calm your tits, I’m just joking with you. I figured you were tired or busy. No worries, okay?”
I still don’t feel better, but I’ll leave it for now. I’ll just have to make it up to her when I get back. Maybe I should buy her something nice before I leave here.
“Okay, but I’m still sorry. And I can’t talk too long because I have to pack up to head out in a few hours, but I want to tell you that Ice Man booked us a room for a few days after the wedding shit. And I need your advice.” Maybe advice was the wrong word to use, but I need her to tell me I’m being stupid. Or for her to tell me to go for it. I don’t know, I just need her to say something to help me with this in my mind.
“Pack all your sexy panties, and girl, you better work your magic on that man because lord knows you need to get laid, and so does he. Plus, I think he’s got a thing for you, but he’s too scared to do anything about it. And I know you want him, so just do everyone a favor and do it already.” Shit, it’s like she read my mind, but I don’t want to give this to her that easily.
“Riiigght. And how do you know that’s what I was going to ask you?” I’m proud of myself for sounding so serious.
“Don’t give me that shit. I know you better than you obviously think I do, so just listen to what I said and get that shit done,” she says. It still gives me pause when I hear her swear. But before I can confirm or deny what she just said, she continues, “Oh, and don’t forget to shave your legs!”
Laughing, I say, “Already done. Anything else? Words of wisdom or anything?” Fuck, why am I so nervous now? Before I called her, I was so sure and confident. I want this, and I think he does too. And I’ve never been shy when it comes to the pleasure I want. So why am I like this now?
“Don’t over think this babe. Just go with the flow.”
Taking a deep breath, I try to calm myself down. She’s right. It’s simple as that. “Thanks, Angel. I’ll call you when I can.”
“You better!” she says, and I can hear the smile in her voice. It makes me want to cry happy tears because she sounds like the girl I met months ago, before she was taken.
“I love you, girl. And thank you,” I tell her, and then when she says goodbye, I hang up the phone and start packing up everything I’m going to need for the next few days.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ice Man
It’s just after one in the afternoon when I leave the chapel. Everyone has their orders and knows what needs to happen. With any luck, we’ll have all we need to take care of the situation by the time I get back on Tuesday. I just hope nothing goes wrong while I’m away. I’d really hate to cut my time with Amy short.
Once in my office, I pull my phone out of my cut and dial up Bear.
“Do you have a plan?” he asks as soon as he answers. No pleasantries, he just gets right to the point.
“I’ve got my guys staking the place out. We’ll have the intel we need in a few days to know how we need this to go down. I don’t think we’ll need more guys, but it may be a good idea to send a few just in case. It couldn’t hurt, ya know?”
So far, we have the crew tallied at twelve, but we are unsure of how many from the Latin Mafia we’re dealing with. G-Spot is working on locking that down as we speak, but we’ve seen four of them come in and out of the warehouse so far. If that’s all we are dealing with, at least for the time being, then we can handle it. But only if we’re able to put our plan in motion to put them all to ground. If we aren’t, then the extra guns and men handling them wouldn’t hurt.
“I’ll send Torq and a handful of my guys. When do you think this will take place?”
I think about it for a few moments. It’s difficult to say, but if everything goes according to the way I want it to, it won’t be long. “I’d say we’ll need them here in five days. By then, we should have what we need and have a plan of action. Then, all we’ll have to do once they get here is follow through,” I tell him.
“They’ll be there by Wednesday then.”
“Are you sure Torq should come? I mean, I know Angel is doing better, but is it a good idea for him to leave her?” I worry more about how he’ll be leaving her then the other way around. I know Angel is strong, and she wouldn’t necessarily like that he’s leaving, but she’ll do better with it than he will.
Bear laughs a little, his mind probably going where mine is on the whole situation. “Yeah, I hear ya, but you’re going to need the best, and that’s him. He’ll go where I tell him to. But don’t worry about him or Angel. I’ll deal with Torq, and I’ll make sure Angel is taken care of and safe.”
“I know, man. I know you will. I’ll give you a call when I know more,” I say, making my way out of my office and into the next room so I can shower.
“Be safe out there, and make sure Amy stays the fuck outta everything. I don’t want any backlash on her.” This he says with ice in his voice. I know if something happens to her there will be hell to pay, but he’d have to stand in line. I’ll kill any motherfucker who even looks at her wrong. And if I’m the reason she gets hurt, I’ll hand Bear my own pistol to put a bullet through my skull.
“I hear ya.” And with that, I end the call and jump in the shower to get ready for this freak show tonight. But I can’t lie and say that I’m not a
little bit excited to see the look on my ex’s face when I show up. Bitch will know she fucked with the wrong man.
***
With my bag slung over my shoulder, I stand in front of Amy’s door. Knocking, I wait until she opens it. “You ready for this?” I ask. I hope she knows what this means to me to have her with me. And if my ex is the bitch I think she is and goes after the woman I bring with, she’ll be sorry. Amy’s a hellcat and I know she can deal with anything Brittany throws her way and then some. Fuck, I bet she’ll have my ex on her knees begging for mercy before the night is through. I can’t wait to fucking see that happen.
“Yup, just let me grab my bag,” she says, turning back around and moving deeper into the room, but I’m not having any of that.
“Here, let me,” I say, hurrying in behind her and reaching around to lift her bag before she even touches it.
With hers right next to mine on my back, I lead her out of the room and into the bar area. Reggie is there waiting. He’ll be riding with Taz and Crusher, making sure no one follows us. I don’t think they have eyes on us or are tailing anyone, but it can’t hurt to be overly precautious. Then, once we arrive, I told Reggie to stay behind with us just in case shit hits the fan. I like Reggie, but I wish I could spare one of my brothers to stay with me. It’s just not possible with the shit we have going on. We’re a small club as it is. We don’t have other chapters to call in for help like other clubs since we are fairly new. So having the prospect with me will just have to do. Rack, my VP, hates it more than I do, but I need him here more.
I give him our bags and turn toward Rack and Crusher. “Call me with any problems.”
“Will do, Prez. And you do the same. We can be there in under an hour if we need to.”
Nodding, I turn toward Amy. “All right, let’s get this show on the road.”
I can tell she’s curious about what just happened, but thankfully, she doesn’t question me on it.
Putting our bags in the back of the truck, I help her into the passenger side and close the door behind her. Locking eyes with Reggie as he sits on his bike, I nod, conveying not to fuck up his duties. He’s my wingman in a sense. If we get into a situation, he’ll have to help draw danger away from us. I just hope he’s up for the job.
Hopping in the truck, I turn toward Amy. “Ready?”
“For anything,” she says, smirking at me.
I just shake my head and start the truck. But I can’t help the smile that slips free. This woman is something else. Always challenging me and making smart ass comments. Or just being sassy and flirty. I’m surprised I’ve been able to hold out this long without taking her the way I want to. But that might all come to a head this weekend because I don’t know if my strength will hold out or if my mind will finally give in to my body.
The trip goes by quick. We’re both silent; either thinking about what we’re getting ourselves into with this party or with tempting each other the way we do, sometimes without thinking.
Now, pulling into the hotel I booked, Amy perks up a bit. “Is this where we’re staying?”
Turning toward her, I take in her look of awe. Really, this hotel isn’t the best hotel around here, and nowhere near the hotels I’ve seen around Reno, so I’m not sure where the excitement is coming from, but I don’t question it out loud. If she’s happy, I don’t care why, just that she is. And it makes me feel even better knowing that I did this for her.
“Yup. It was either this one or the roach motel on the other side of town. Figured you’d like this better,” I say, and when she finally looks at me, I wink, letting her know I’m joking.
“Oh shut up.” She swats a hand at me. Then, she whispers, “Asshole.”
Parking the truck, I make my way over to her side and help her out. Then, I lead her inside to check in.
The man at the front desk sees us walk in, first taking me in with a glare of disgust on his face. But that doesn’t bother me. I’m used to looks just like this one, and even men looking at me with fear or the very occasional lustful gazes, like they want to rip my clothes off and suck my dick.
No, what pisses me off is how his eyes turn toward the woman standing next to me and the smirk that replaces his sneer. His eyes tell me exactly what he’s thinking about right now, which is getting her alone and naked.
I want to rip his fucking arms off for thinking about touching her and beating him within an inch of his life with them. Then, I want to cut his dick off and shove it down his throat until he can no longer draw in air and the only thing left is a lifeless pile of bones.
“Welcome to the Grand Harbor Hotel and Suites. Do you have a reservation?” the man drawls, looking only at Amy. Fuck, I’m starting to understand how women feel when girls are fawning over their men.
“Thank you. And yes, I do believe we have a reservation. Right, babe?” Amy drawls back, trying to match a southern accent and doing a damn good job at it too. She makes the words sound like raw sex, which has my cock standing loud and proud, wanting her to talk dirty to us with that voice.
Smiling seductively down at her, I play along with her because it’s probably a better idea than me killing this motherfucker. And maybe even more fun, but less bloody.
Leaning down, I kiss the top of her head and pull her closer to me. I hear her moan quietly in the back of her throat, and when I pull her into me, I feel her inhale my scent. My cock nudges her side and her breath catches. She wraps both her arms around me as if she’s afraid she’ll fall if she’s not anchored to me.
“Steady, baby,” I whisper into her ear.
The dickhead behind the counter clears his throat rudely. Swinging my hard gaze to him, my cold eyes reveal what I can do to him. At least now he has the brains to flinch away and say, “I’m sorry, sir, but what’s the name for your reservation?”
Knowing she needs to get away from this fuckwit, I tell him, “Brad Lee.” It’s not the most original name I’ve used in the past, but it’s my favorite. Reminds me of good times as a kid with my uncle. His name was Bradley, but we always called him Bubba. He died when I was thirteen from cancer, and I guess this is my way of always remembering him.
Asshole moves his fingers quickly across the keyboard in front of him before stopping and looking up at me, but he doesn’t meet my eyes this time. Smart fucker. “Here you are. Looks like you’re in our Presidential Suite,” he says, grabbing our keycards and handing them over, still not making direct eye contact. “If you enter the elevator, scan your card and it will take you to the top floor. Your room will be on your right. Please enjoy your stay, and if there’s anything we can do for you, please don’t hesitate to call down to the front desk.”
“Thank you,” Amy replies, looking at me, wondering why I’m still giving him the death glare. Finally, she grabs my hand and starts to lead me away to the elevators.
As soon as my eyes leave the fucker behind the desk, I concentrate again on the woman beside me, still holding my hand.
“So, the Presidential Suite, huh?” she asks as the elevator doors open for us and she pulls me in behind her. I can do nothing but follow.
When I don’t make a move to swipe our keycard, she grabs it out of my hand while still holding the other, and then we’re moving. Amy looks at me and I can’t look away from her. It’s as if I’m somehow in a trance and I can’t figure out why. One minute I’m feeling like I’m about ready to kill a man and the next it’s like I can’t move and I’m afraid to blink because I don’t want even a second to go by without me seeing her. And I see her now, like for the first time. Maybe it’s because we’re finally really alone or maybe I’ve seen her all along and I never let it all sink in.
The elevator dinging finally brings me out of whatever the hell trance that was, and I remember she asked me a question. Clearing my throat and looking away, I answer, “Yeah. It was the only room available on short notice.”
That’s not really a lie, this was the last room available that had two beds, all the others had only one. I m
ade that choice for two reasons. The first reason being I was afraid if there was only one bed, I may bring my fantasies to life. And as much as I want this woman, more than I’ve ever physically wanted anything before in my life, I’m just not sure it’s a good idea. Nothing good can come of it. I’m not the kind of man that is the relationship type. I’ve been there, done that, and it won’t happen again.
And the second reason being that I didn’t want her to think I assumed anything. I never want her to be left in a situation where she feels trapped, no matter what it may be. Yeah, we’ve slept on the same bed before, but it was always by her choice, never because she felt she had to.
Out of the elevator and turning right, there’s a door that reads Presidential Suite. Even if there wasn’t the plaque on the door, I’d still know this was our room. It’s the only door on this side of the elevators.
Amy scans the card and then opens the door. “Oh wow,” she breathes out, taking in the sheer size of the room and everything in it. I watch her because I couldn’t care less about the two separate bedrooms, a full size living room with a huge flat screen TV, a mini kitchen, and what could pass as a spa for a bathroom. But watching her eyes light up seeing this is better than I could have imagined. And yet again, I did this. She’s this happy because of something I did.
“Oh my God, I can’t wait to take a bath in here! It’s like a hot tub,” she yells with excitement and wonder, walking into the bathroom. “And this shower! I need to get me one of those.”
Following her inside the bathroom, I take in all the glory she’s gushing over. The bath is a huge jacuzzi style tub with jets, colored lights on the bottom, and a fancy stereo set up. And the shower has a waterfall shower head and body sprayers. It’s very spacious with two bench seats. I’m not one for all the bells and whistles of shit like this, but even I have to admire what they did in here. But now I’m imagining all the things I can do to her in that shower and how much I want to fuck her in that tub.
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