I open my eyes again and swallow deeply.
This is so bad. Fucking cocaine! I’m tied to a flimsy, old desk chair and placed in the grimy bathtub in a motel room.
This place looks like it probably hasn’t been updated since the seventies. There’s plastic sheeting over everything, and it makes me sick to my stomach to think of what it could possibly be used for.
“Look, I was mistaken before. I’m sorry I came to bother y’all, but I need to get back,” I explain slowly, and Twist starts to laugh low…graduating into a full-on belly laugh.
He leans over and grips his stomach. He turns slightly, and I can see my gun in the back of his pants.
Great, damn it.
He stands back up and turns to face me again, an evil expression clouding his face. He looks like a psycho.
Gulping, I try to breathe normally. My nose hurts so damn badly. It feels like it’s clogged. I wonder how many times they hit me. My jaw is throbbing, and I’m sure it has one hell of a bruise on it.
“Oh, you got jokes now, huh? After threatening a bunch of bikers you think you’re gonna just up and walk out of this, bitch? That’s rich, even for a rich boy! Nope. You see, ya pissed off the wrong motherfucker. You lucky Cain didn’t whale on your ass until you were dead and gone. He’s the club fighter, you idiot.” He peers at me with distaste and shakes his head.
“I’m sorry. Look, can I just talk to him about this? I was messed up on blow when I came here. I would never come bother you all if I was sober. I swear.”
I’m trying to not die, and either these bikers will kill me or Gizya will have his men dump me in one of the lakes.
“Ah, so Gizya’s got you hooked on his shit just like he was tryin’ to do with my club. When was the last day you didn’t do a little of his blow, anyhow?”
That’s a good question, actually. I started doing it regularly in the morning before class about two months ago when I got really busy and stressed out. I can’t believe I started doing it every day without even realizing.
It’s all this crap with the baby, and then seeing Cain with London the other night just set me off. I did a lot more than usual today. I have to get out of here somehow.
He frees a large hunting knife from a sheath attached to his waist and starts to clean out his fingernails. The blade is black, long, and looks extremely sharp.
Please stay away from me with that knife. I can feel something wet drip down the side of my head. I don’t know if it’s blood or my sweat.
“I-I have money I can get you if you get me out of here,” I stammer pleadingly, and he glances up from his nails.
He puts his knife away and raises his eyebrows at me. People always want money. He cocks his head to the side, as his eyes grow even darker.
“I thought you were the smart one, with how Gizya talked you up the other day. You a dumb one, though, offering me money to let you go. For what? To betray my club? To deceive my brothers? That’s not how it works where I come from. You don’t fuck each other over for an extra dollar bill. You’ve already admitted to us how you plan to run back to Gizya when you get the chance. Don’t worry; we called your buddy, Tate. We were sure to let him know everything that went down. He’s going to stop by and say hi.”
I pale at his words. The last thing I need is Tate to come and find me like this. He still believes that I’m his best friend, though. Hopefully, he’ll believe me instead of what these guys decide to tell him.
Twist turns toward the door and yells into the room. “Yo, Cain, your toy is awake now. How about you come deal with this shit so I can have some fun with him later.”
He faces me and grins a wide, toothy smile, causing my stomach to drop. I shiver in trepidation at what that look from him could possibly mean.
Don’t puke. God, I hope Tate can help me out of this. If not, this guy is going to kill me, I know it.
****
Cain
Twist hollers for me from the bathroom.
I can’t believe that fucking idiot, Cameron, showed up here. Has he lost his damn mind? You don’t just roll up on a bunch of bikers with a damn pole. That shit will get you killed, fast.
Tate seriously needs to get his ass back here. Cameron was knocked out for almost nine hours, and if he doesn’t come figure this out, we’ll just be done with it and kill the dipshit.
“Brother, you talk to Tate yet?” 2 Piece hands me a Dr. Pepper he got out of the hotel vending machine.
“Thanks, 2,” I mutter as he sits on one of the beds. I pace the carpet for a beat then meet his stare. “Yeah, he should be here any minute. I can’t believe this fucking yo-yo came up on me like he did. I missed the whole goddamn day with London because of some dumb shit.”
Not to mention my fucking back is hella’ sore. London’s going to flip the fuck out when she sees the mark that the pole’s left behind.
“It’s pretty fucked up, man. I never would’ve guessed he’d have it in him. He looked like a scared pussy at the club. Speaking of pussy, brother, I hear your girl has a friend named Avery. Hook a brotha’ up, man.”
I shake my head at him; his mind is always on getting in panties. I used to be the exact same way until I saw my sweet cheeks all grown and sexy. That bitch has me hooked.
“Where you hear about that bitch from, anyhow?” I mumble curiously, and he shrugs. “London was talking about her girls the other day when y’all asked if we wanted to go to the club, remember?”
I nod. I remember exactly what he’s talking about now. “Ah, that’s right. After we take care of this shit, I’ll see if maybe they want to grab something to eat. London’s always hungry from being pregnant with my kid. I know Avery works, though, so she may not be available.”
“It’s cool, check with your ol’ lady. When you gonna get her tatted, anyhow? The brothers have always thought she was cool as hell, so you have our support.”
I grin at him. My baby is cool as fuck. Of course they all like her.
“Thanks, man, but I have to get her to agree to it first. I haven’t even had the chance to ask her about being my ol’ lady yet. There’s been too much shit going down to get a good chance.”
“Cain, you don’t need to worry about a good chance. Just ask her when you’re done fucking her or whatever. If you’re decent in the sack, then she’ll agree. Now, if you suck, then she may tell you to just get gone, knowing London’s loud mouth.” He chuckles, and I punch him in the arm.
“Ouch, fucker. I’ll play arms if you want to. You’ve been a pussy lately, though, not lifting and all.”
There’s a knock on the door pulling my attention away from beating 2’s ass for fun, and I pull my Glock free. 2 Piece does the same, waiting across from me with his two forty-five’s out.
He nods, and I holler through the thin wooden door, “Yeah?”
“It’s Tate.”
I gesture for 2 Piece to keep his heat trained on the door while I open it. You never know what could be coming through a door when you live the club life and deal with shiesty fucks.
I’d like to say I trust Tate, but I’m not all the way there yet. I mean, he’s Russian Mafia—not exactly glowing credentials. Not that I can judge or anything.
Tate and Niko enter the crowded hotel room, with their hands raised to show that they’re unarmed.
“'Sup, man,” I greet and fist bump Tate then Niko.
“Hey, you still have him?” Tate gets straight to business; they both stare at me eagerly.
“Of course. Twist is waiting to play with him.”
He nods and heads for the bathroom. We all follow, curious.
Cameron becomes damn near giddy when he watches Tate enter. I wouldn’t be surprised if he comes in his pants at this rate.
“Oh, Tate! Thank God you’re here. Tell them to untie me, this is ludicrous,” Cameron practically yells as soon as the bathroom door is opened.
“Sorry, Cam, I can’t do that. I hear you’ve been doing my father’s drugs. I don’t understand why, Cam. I th
ought you were my best friend? I looked at you like a brother, but you went behind my back. Why?” Tate gazes at him, and Cameron glances between Tate and Niko. It seems like Cameron is trying to quickly come up with something Tate would want to hear.
He pleads to Niko next, attempting to get help from him. “Niko, come on, please. Get me out of here. I’ll tell Gizya you helped me and he will reward you.”
Niko just shakes his head and glances to Tate for instructions. Ah, good loyal guard. I like Niko.
Tate glares down at Cameron and explodes. “Are you kidding me right now, Cam? Do you hear yourself? You’re trying to get my closest guard, and obviously my best friend, to go against my wishes. I’m going to be The Big Boss of the Russkaya Mafiya soon, why go against me? You know how I treat those who stand in my way; I break their fucking knees.”
Cameron’s eyes glow with fury and jealousy. “You are nothing, Tate. Walking around so fucking high and mighty, I got sick of it. I went to your father because he is the true Boss. He put me to work and brought me into the organization.”
He pants, out of breath from his busted up face then continues, “Unlike you, always keeping me at arm’s length. Konstantin saw my good qualities and even rewarded me. You want to know why I was always gone? Because he trusted me with his shipments and also with distributing it to the rich. Me, Tate! Me, not you. You wonder why he keeps you out of it, why he doesn’t want you involved. You’re always crying about it being legit. Well, newsflash, Tate, Russian Mafia Bosses don’t do legit. Selling weapons is still breaking the law!” Cameron yells at Tate, and a furious look comes across Tate’s face.
Tate snaps his fingers at Cameron then he turns to Twist next and nods his approval at him. “You may take care of this, but if you do not kill him, call me and I will send Niko to finish up.”
Twist grins, excited at the prospect of having fun with this asshole.
Tate glowers back at Cameron, and Cam glares, full of hatred at him.
Tate treks over to him, spitting in his face and grits out something in Russian. Whatever it is, it seems final. He then turns and leaves the room. That’s one way to ruin a friendship.
We all follow him out, except Twist.
“What are we going to do about your father?” I bring up the next issue as we begin to hear screams come from the bathroom. We briefly glance at the door then walk farther into the motel room so we can hear each other easily.
Looks like Twist has already begun.
“I don’t know. I need to speak to my brother, Viktor. I will get back to you. Thank you for holding him and not killing him immediately. You’re turning out to be a valuable asset to my organization. I’ll call and update you with what we decide to happen with my father.”
I shake his hand and put my other hand on his shoulder. I know this has to be a tough call for him and his family, but betrayal of any kind is like cancer and will spread throughout his family.
“All right, Tate. Sounds good, man. Call if you need any help with shit and we’ll see what we can work out.”
He and Niko both nod at me and 2 Piece, then leave.
2 Piece turns to me excitedly. “Okay, man, call London about Avery.” He grins as soon as the door closes.
I shake my head at him and chuckle. “Fuck, brother, you need to calm your shit. Go jack off or you’ll bust in your pants like a twelve year old.”
“Shut the fuck up, I can handle my shit. I’ve only had one chick, and that was from Gizya’s little meeting. I’m used to getting club pussy on the regular. This run’s fucking up my usual dick schedule.”
I laugh at him; he’s so serious while he says this, like it’s the end of the world.
“Your dick has a schedule, huh?” I rib him and pull my phone out so I can text London.
Me: I need to feed my baby momma, are you hungry?
Baby: I am your baby momma and yes, I am always hungry. Give me food!
Me: You’re so damn cute, sweet cheeks. Okay, can your girl Avery tag along too?
Baby: I don’t know, why?
Me: Because, 2 Piece wants a piece. LOL
Baby: OMG too much info. I’m sure she would like him though and she’s always down for some fun.
Me: Text her and let me know, please?
Baby: I just did. She said hell yeah. She’ll be here in about twenty minutes. I’m assuming we’re eating soon?
Me: Yeah, we’re on our way.
Baby: Sweet. <3
“Let’s go, bro. She said Avery’s on her way to her crib in 'bout twenty.” I grab my drink off the table, jacket, and beanie, and skull bandana to tie around my face. It’s freezing outside, so I’m bundling up as much as I can.
“Nice, I hope she’s hot.”
“She’s all right. You’ll think she’s hot, though. London said she thinks Avery will like you and that she’s down for some fun,” I reply and climb onto my bike.
Starting her up, she answers with a nice purr. Only thing better would be a heated seat for my nuts. 2 Piece gets on his shiny, black Fat Boy and revs his engine up.
I pull slowly out of the motel’s dirt parking lot and head toward London’s place with 2 Piece rolling right beside me.
We arrive and my baby is standing beside her car jumping up and down. Crazy chick.
“Hurry up, honey bun, I’m freaking starving!” London calls as soon as we park the bikes.
“Come get on my bike. Avery can sit bitch with 2 Piece,” I yell at her and remain sitting on my bike.
“Hell no, have you lost your mind? It’s freaking freezing; we can just take my car.” She’s so damn stubborn.
“Babe, ain’t no way both mine and his legs are going to fit in that little ass car of yours. I have to sit pretty much in the back seat as it is. If you just hurry up then we can get there already.”
“Ugh! If I get pneumonia, you are so taking care of me! I want Calhoun’s by the river please.”
She runs to my bike, and I give her a big chaste kiss on the lips as soon as she’s close enough to me. I watch Avery hurry over to 2 Piece and his bike. She smiles widely, and he reaches his hand out to help her on the back.
“You can have whatever you want, sweet cheeks. But why are you starving? You didn’t have a snack?” I swear I need to spank this girl a few times so she eats more.
“No, I wanted to wait until you got back so we could eat together,” she says over my shoulder as she climbs on the bike.
“Baby, I’m glad you wanted to wait, but you have my kid in there. You need to worry about feeding that baby first. You make me want to spank that ass 'til it’s pink.”
She snuggles into my back, and I start to back the bike up again. I should’ve done this shit first and then let her climb on.
We freeze our asses off on the drive. Thank God I have some heavy leather work gloves on or I think my fingers would break off. We should have just crammed in her stupid little car. I’m not admitting that shit to her, though. I’d never hear the end of her razzing me about it.
We get seated in a little booth and all try to thaw out some from the ride. I order a longneck Budweiser, and 2 Piece orders draft Bud light. Avery orders a draft as well, and my baby has a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream.
Maybe I should’ve gotten a coffee with a shot in it or something to help warm me up, too. I scoot closer to London and lean her up against my chest with my arm wrapped around her. She can be my little heater.
“So, London, did you decide about coming home yet?” 2 Piece asks, and I want to reach across the table to strangle him.
I can’t believe he brought that shit up already. He’s going to get her pissed, and I want some pussy after this.
“Yes, I’ve been thinking about it. I just got here a few months ago, though. I know I can take the same classes online now that UT accepted me and I enrolled, but I also would feel bad about leaving Emily so soon.”
Avery clears her throat and meets London’s gaze. “You know if you want to go, Em will be fine. I’ll ke
ep a close eye on her. She’s going to marry Tate, and she also has Elaina now.”
I could kiss this girls cheek. Thank God, someone’s here to talk some sense into London.
“Who’s Elaina?” 2 Piece butts in.
London speaks up, “That’s Emily’s twin sister she didn’t know about. Elaina crashed her car into Tate’s, almost killing Emily. It was all an accident but freaked everyone out. Now they are like two peas in a pod. It’s weird; it’s like she was cloned. But Elaina’s a party girl and a little wild so she’s more fun to go out with. Emily’s always home with Tate now, so Elaina parties with me and Avery.”
“Yeah, no more partying for you, baby momma,” I order and kiss her lips softly.
Avery lets out an “Aw” when she hears me call London my baby momma. “That’s so awesome. I’m happy for you guys. When London told me, I thought I was going to pass out. Four and a half months and you can’t even tell. What a lucky bitch.”
Avery smiles at London, and London replies by sticking her tongue out at her.
“You and Emily with sticking out your freaking tongues.” She shakes her head. “Cain, bite her tongue for me please. She only let me do it once and won’t let me do it again,” Avery tattles and licks her lips at London. Looks like I’m not the only one admiring my girl.
London huffs. “Yeah, because this bitch actually bit me. I thought she would just kiss me or mess around, but she freaking bit me. I almost punched her,” she admits, and they both start laughing.
2 Piece grabs Avery’s hand from where it’s resting on top of the table.
“Hey, I’m down with biting,” 2 Piece mumbles to Avery and smirks.
She grins back and leans in to kiss him. Jesus, London wasn’t kidding. I guess Avery likes my boy after all.
My baby looks at me and smirks, so I wink at her.
The waiter shows up and we order. London tries to order half the menu, but I finally get her to order only two entrees with the promise to share mine with her. This baby of ours is going to come out looking like a roly-poly at this rate. He’s going to be cute, though, just like my sweet cheeks.
****
After an entertaining dinner and making slow and sensual love to my woman, we snuggle up to each other in the middle of the bed. London’s still naked, and I enjoy every minute of it. I love to feel her swollen tits pressed up against my chest and to be able to rub all over her smooth skin.
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