Another adds, “There’s always the tattoo shops and the brothels.”
“We could get into a few strip joints, offer our protection,” Sarge speaks. The entire table goes quiet and looks over at the heavily-tattooed, scary as fuck, Sarge.
“We need the guns,” someone says. “Protection isn’t gonna give us shit.”
I sit back in my chair and listen to the points that everyone is making.
“Cain will get us killed. Any drug cartel can easily wipe us out,”
“Not if we play it smart.”
“No drugs.”
“It’s the only way.”
“Taking that shit is one thing, becoming mules and carting it around is something else.”
“Cain will look after us.”
“I’m not putting my hand up for it, I don’t want it.”
The table is divided, there’s no way that we’re all going to agree with what Cain wants.
“You let Cain in with drugs, he’ll totally own us. We’re Hunters not poodles.”
“He’ll look out for us.”
“He’ll look after himself.”
“He’s always looked after us.”
“He doesn’t give a fuck about this club, only his own pockets. Look what he did to Sandy.”
“She shouldn’t have gone with him.”
“He fucked with one of our girls. That’s a clear message he doesn’t give a shit about us.”
Anger is starting to creep into the meeting, but at this stage I’ll let it go.
“If he did that to her, then what’s he gonna do to us if we disagree with his plans.”
“He’s already said he won’t supply guns if we don’t haul his drugs around.”
The table goes quiet. The only noise is the intake of breaths as a few club members drag in the smoke from their cigarettes.
“There’s another way,” I say as I get up and walk over to the door. When I open it, Jason is standing on the other side of the bar pouring himself a drink. “Bring us shot glasses and a couple of bottles,” I tell him and go sit down again.
“What’s that?” Sarge asks as I sit down and light up a smoke.
“The Pace family,” I say.
A collective groan is heard and I see a lot of rolling of eyes and hear a few mumbles of ‘fuck’.
“I know they’re looking to come into this side of the country and I think this is our chance to end it with Cain and start something else,” I say as I take a drag of my smoke.
There’s a knock on the door, and everyone shuts up. Jason walks in with two bottles of Jack and Nix saunters in behind him carrying the shot glasses on a tray.
She walks around to me and slams them on the table, obviously still pissed at me. My eyes wander over her body and notice she’s still dressed in my clothes. Although she looks adorably fuckable in them, I don’t want any of my brothers having fantasies about her. However, I’d be surprised if at least half of them haven’t already jacked off to thoughts of those legs, or those tits. I know I have.
Several times.
“Take the truck and take her into town to buy her some clothes,” I tell Jason as I point at Phoenix.
“On it, boss.”
“I don’t need your money,” Nix automatically retaliates.
“Good, ‘cause I wasn’t offering. Spend your own money. But you can’t be walking around here like that. Jason’ll take you to town to get what you need.”
Nix stands and puts a hand on her hip as she looks like she’s just about to say something to defy me. Her lip snarls up and her eyes narrow as that smart-ass brain of hers thinks up something to say.
One of her eyebrows lifts and she turns to Jason, “Okay, fine, take me to town. I think I want another piercing.” She turns on her heels and follows Jason out the meeting room, closing the door behind her.
“You’re fucked with that one,” Aaron says, smiling as he shakes his head.
Another piercing?
Christ, what’s she getting pierced?
I shift in my seat. My cock has become rock hard again as my mind drifts to Phoenix getting those titties pierced, or maybe her belly button.
“She’s right, you’re definitely an ass,” Aaron says as he throws the bottle cap at me and pours the shots.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Anyway, about the Pace family providing us with guns.” I bring everyone’s attention back to the meeting, but take one more look at the door, wishing she’d walked in here and got down on her knees to suck me.
“I hear they went up against Yakuza and came out on top,” Sinner says from near the other end of the table.
“They did,” I confirm, then down my shot. “And we’ve never heard of them running anything but guns.”
“I don’t think we should cross Cain,” Aaron says as he pours another shot for himself.
Some at the table agree with him, and some don’t. I look to Sarge who’s sitting back with his arms crossed in front of his chest, remaining quiet.
“Where does it stop with Cain, though?” I get up from my seat and take the three steps over to the barred window. “What if he starts moving women and kids. We gonna do that too?” I lean up against the window frame and watch as Phoenix gets in the truck and waits for Jason to jump in the driver’s side.
“That shit we won’t touch,” Aaron says, and all the members agree.
“If it’s big money, then why not?”
“We don’t touch cunts and kids like that.”
“Then I think we should hear what the Pace family has to offer. See if there’s a way around Cain.”
“Second that motion,” Sarge says immediately, initiating the vote without any more discussion.
“All in favor?”
“Aye,” a group agreement from around the table. Just Dark and Sinner shake their heads.
The vote has to be unanimous, and only I can override it.
“Sinner, Dark, you’re saying no?” I question.
“We shouldn’t go against Cain,” Sinner says.
“We haven’t made any decisions yet, so what Cain doesn’t know won’t hurt us. Unless we have a mole at the table, and if we do, then we’ll deal with them the way we always do.”
Sinner turns his head and raises his hand, “Aye,” he motions after a few moments of consideration.
Dark does the same thing.
“I’ll talk to Pace. Meeting over.”
I stand and walk out first, taking my phone out of my pocket to call Jason.
“Boss,” he answers.
“Where is she?”
“In one of those clothes shops for chicks. She’s trying on all sorts of shit.”
“Make sure you don’t leave her alone.”
“I won’t. I’m just outside the store,” he stops talking, waiting for me to say something else to him.
“Um, just make sure she’s safe.”
“On it, boss.”
I hang up and look around the place, walking back into the empty meeting room, I need to set the wheels in motion to get in contact with Pace.
Emily Pace approached me about thirteen months back and told me she’d be interested in doing business with me. At the time, I totally disregarded her.
She went on to say that a mutual friend, one of our tattooists would be able to get in contact with her when I changed my mind.
A phone call to Micko, our mutual friend, has me waiting for Emily to call me.
Twenty minutes later, my cell rings.
“Yeah,” I answer.
“Northeast Sheds, off the interstate, in two days at high noon.” The phone disconnects abruptly.
In two days, I’ll have a meeting with Emily Pace.
And hopefully, I won’t get the entire Hunters MC killed.
FOURTEEN
“Where’s Sandy?” I ask Lion as I walk into the kitchen.
“She’s in the back room lying down. She wouldn’t stop crying, so I gave her some sleeping pills to help her rest. She went and had a shower and I gave he
r clean clothes to change into.”
“She alright?”
“Not really. But I think she will be. I gotta tell you, J, he fucked her up real bad. He ripped her up, and her jeans were covered in blood. I threw them out.”
I slump in the chair opposite Lion and take in what he said. I saw for myself just how badly he’d beaten her, I can just imagine what else he did to her. From what I’ve heard, he’s a sick motherfucker.
Leaning my elbows on the table, I bring my hands up and bury my face into my open palms.
“She’ll be alright as long as her wounds close on their own,” Lion continues to say.
“Yep,” is my only response. What else can I say? Lion’s just a prospect. He’s not privy to club business yet. He just does what I say until he gets voted in.
I hear the roar of the V8 as it comes into the yard and I know that Nix is back. I don’t want to look like a pussy-whipped motherfucker, so I wait ‘til she comes to me. I don’t chase chicks – well, unless they want me to, and even then it’s only so I can fuck ‘em. But I only chase the ones I know can suck like a vacuum or fuck like a whore.
Jason walks into the kitchen first and drops a handful of shopping bags. Nix follows quickly and drops even more bags on the floor.
“That’s a lot of plastic there,” I say as I move my head to indicate the bags.
“I didn’t figure you were into ‘save the environment’ bags,” Nix quips snidely.
Smart-ass.
I look down at the bags, then back at Nix. “You can have a drawer,” I say as I stand and walk toward my room.
“I’m not staying long enough for a drawer. Aren’t you going to help me?”
I turn to look at her, standing with her hip jutted out and a hand resting on it.
“You bought it. You have two hands. You can do it.” I turn and head in the direction of my room again.
I kick my boots off and lay on the bed. I can hear her coming down the hallway as the plastic bags rub up against the walls.
“Jaeger, I need to go home,” Nix says as she dumps the bags inside the room on the floor.
“Not gonna happen. You’re staying here. The Crowes are most likely still at the farm and that means you’d be taken easily. You’re staying here where I can keep an eye on that fine ass of yours.”
I watch as she takes a deep breath in, her shoulders rise and her eyes turn to an angry, hardened dark blue. But I turn my head away before she can start in on me again.
“I can’t stay here. This place isn’t for me.”
“What’s that supposed to mean, Red?”
“It means that after I saw what happened to that girl, I don’t feel safe here. I don’t want that to happen to me, and hanging around here is a sure-fire way of guaranteeing I’ll come to harm.”
She’s on her damn high-horse again. The ‘I’m better than you are’ bullshit.
She’s only been here for two days and that condescending shit is getting old.
“Listen here, you spoiled fucking brat,” I start as I stand from the bed. “I’m trying to save your God damned, highly judgmental ass. This looking down your nose at us is seriously grating on my last fuckin’ nerve. If for one moment you stopped and thought about the bullshit that flies out of that snobbish fuckin’ mouth of yours, you’d see that I’m trying to protect you.”
“Why the hell would you do that?” she counters and takes a small step back.
“I ask myself the same damn question every time you open that fuckable mouth.”
“That’s why I act up. You say shit like that and think it’s okay. It’s not okay. You can’t say things like ‘fuckable mouth’ to me.”
Damn, that just made me hard. The way her pretty mouth curls around the ‘F’ and how her chin slightly protrudes with the ‘uck’.
“I can say whatever the hell I want, and for some reason I need to make sure you’re protected.”
“You’re an ass! I’m not a damned child,” she screams at me as she throws her hands up in frustration.
My body’s beginning to vibrate with an all-consuming, carnal desire to fuck that gorgeous mouth of hers. To drive into her mouth hard, while tears of elation run down her face from choking on my cock while she deeps throats me. I need to claim her.
“Then stop acting like one.”
“Fuck you,” she yells at me and turns to leave my room.
“No way are you leavin’.” I lunge toward her and grab her by the hair, snapping her back to me.
“Fuck you,” she says again, but this time her eyes focus on my lips and I notice her chest rapidly rising and falling in short bursts.
She’s as turned on as I am.
She’s clearly my target now. I’m the hunter desperate for a taste of my prey.
Her eyes soften, her breath hitches and I watch her nipples strain against the thin fabric of the t-shirt.
Stepping right into her personal space, I can feel my body on high alert as it anxiously looks forward to being buried deep inside her.
I take the edge of the t-shirt in my hands, and rip it over her head, looking down at a pretty–but in my way–red bra.
Her skin is perfectly pale. Her stomach is flat, and there’s a damn piercing in her navel. I didn’t feel anything there before while she slept and my hands were on her.
“Is this the piercing you got today?” I say as I move my hand to touch the small dumbbell that’s sitting perfectly in her navel.
“Yeah, it’s new,” she says as she steps back further.
“Running isn’t going to stop what’s going to happen between us. You’re body’s craving me as much as I want you.”
“No,” she moans and closes her eyes.
“Don’t fucking lie to me, Nix. Never lie to me. I won’t put up with that.”
She tilts her head to the side, her beautiful pale long neck begs me to kiss it, to mark her, to take her and screw her.
“I don’t want you,” she whispers, her body telling me there’s no truth in her words.
“Don’t fucking lie.”
Her eyes open and she looks at me, her orbs tracing the ink down my arms, looking at all the designs and the intricate work. She reaches up and runs a finger from my elbow, all the way down to my wrist, outlining the stretch of the design.
Phoenix’s mouth pops open and I take another step toward her. We’re a mere hair’s breadth apart. Her bra is touching my t-shirt.
“I don’t want you,” she says again, looking down to the floor then back up into my eyes. Her pupils are huge.
“Liar,” I growl and smash my mouth to hers. My hands snake down to her ass and I tug her up, lifting her feet from the floor. Her legs wrap around my waist as I walk us over to the bed.
I break our kiss and throw her on the bed, and in one quick swoop I yank my t-shirt off and unbuckle my belt.
Her eyes are taking in my chest, all the ink, the scars and markings that cover my body.
I grab the new jeans she’s wearing and wiggle them down her body.
Fuck me.
There’s a small tattoo of a blue phoenix on her left hip, which surprises me. The ink’s been there for a while, and it’s blended nicely on her skin.
“Well, that’s something I didn’t expect to see on you.”
“What?” she says as she furrows her brows together, looking pissed off at me.
What’s new?
Without saying anything else, I fall to my knees beside the bed and start kissing the indigo blue ink that sits so brilliantly on her pale skin.
I run my tongue along the outline of the phoenix as I grab her hips and pull her closer to my mouth. I want to lick and taste her and feel her trembling around my tongue, knowing that she’s getting what she needs from me.
Hooking my fingers into her cute, lacey red so-called panties, I rip at the thin strip of string that’s holding it together.
“Jaeger,” she whispers as her hand runs through my hair.
Holy shit, she’s got a small silver b
arbell piercing her clit hood.
This girl is definitely not what I expected. She’s a surprise package. And damn, am I a lucky son-of-a-bitch to be fucking her.
“Jaeger,” she says again.
My eyes are glued to her piercing and the third time she says my name it breaks me out of the raging desire that’s found its way to my balls and cock. “Yeah, babe.” I lean in and skim my nose across her soaking wet cunt. God, she smells fantastic. And I’m so pleased that she waxes, not all of it, there’s a thin landing strip of red hair on her otherwise bare pussy. It’s enough to let me know she’s a God damn beautiful woman.
“I don’t want you,” she says as she grips my hair hard and brings my face right against the trimmed hair.
“Keep saying that,” I murmur. “I’m listenin’ to your body, not your mouth.”
Her legs open further and she grabs my head with both hands to try and force me to lick her tasty pussy.
Fuck that shit.
“Put your arms above your head, and heels up on the bed. Open this hot pussy for me. I want to see you open and ready.”
“Shit,” I hear her whimper as her arms go above her head to grip the pillows and her heels come up on the bed. Her ass is on the edge of the mattress. She’s open and uncovered, all ready for me.
“Don’t fuckin’ move, you got me?”
She sighs a barely audible ‘yes’.
Good, about time she damned well listens. It’s a nice change from fighting with her.
She’s totally opened and exposed for me; her cunt looks so appetizing with that cute clit ring, just waiting for my tongue to devour it. Phoenix is breathing hard, and her pussy is vibrating with that uncontrollable yearning to have a cock or tongue inside her.
I love it when I see a needy hole ready to be filled, ready to clamp onto whatever I want to put inside her. Be it my tongue, cock, or a vibrator.
“Greedy girl,” I say as I spread her lips and lick that sweetness from her hole to her clit.
“Damn it,” she moans and writhes on the bed. “More,” she begs as I sit back on my haunches and just stare at her.
I say nothing. I remain quiet, letting her realize she’s on display for me. Nix tries to close her legs. Maybe she’s embarrassed. But she’s absolutely beautiful. She’s wet and I can see all of her.
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