by Khloe Wren
Scout shook his head. “Cowboys won’t be happy with that long-term. Fuck. I’m not sure what they’re gonna pull to get the ball rolling here.”
“Can’t we move the shit for them some other way? Why the hard-on for the gun shop?”
“Who fucking knows? They ain’t told me what’s so special about the place. Maybe they just want a shop front to sell guns through for smaller orders. We’re not so far from the border that Mexicans won’t come up here to get what they need. And we all know Gus won’t sell shit to anyone he thinks is gonna use it against Americans. Can’t fault the old bastard on his patriotism to Uncle Sam.”
Unease ripped down my spine. “What do you think they’re gonna do next? Any chance they’ll wait for him to get over his heart surgery?”
Scout huffed and took a swig of his own beer. “No idea, brother. I’ll call Viper, maybe Maverick as well, tomorrow, see what I can swing. But they’re not the type of MC that’ll just sit back and wait. Shit will fly over this. It’s a good thing you’ve claimed Flick. Give her some extra protection. At least, hopefully they’ll honor her status as your old lady.” He adjusted his bandana again. “What a fucking mess.”
“Yo! Taz! Come handle your woman!”
“What’s she doing?”
“Her and Tiff are getting into it in the hallway.”
I had to smirk at Keg. “What? You too chicken to get between two women?”
“It’s not being a chicken to know to steer clear of a woman you know can put you on your ass. You’re the crazy fucker that’s claimed her ass, so you can go deal with it.”
Scout was chuckling as he rose beside me. “Got a good feeling about your girl, brother. She’s made of the same stuff as the rest of us here. Don’t take no shit from no one, including her old man. Tell me, Taz, you done with the whores now you’ve claimed her?”
We walked over toward the back door. “Yeah, got no interest in any pussy other than what’s mine.”
“Well, fuck. Guess we should encourage a few of the bitches to move on, then. Gonna have too many floating around bored without you to pound them all for us.”
With a shake of my head, I flipped off my president, tossed my empty bottle in the bin, then headed in the back door with him by my side. There was a small crowd gathered about halfway up.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
Scout’s voice was loud and serious. All signs of the man who’d joked with me a moment ago were instantly gone. People parted and I followed Scout through, not sure what the fuck we were about to find. I groaned when I saw my girl. Tiff was face-first against the wall, puffing like she’d just run a marathon. Flick had Tiff’s arm up behind her back, while one of her own arms was braced across Tiff’s shoulders. My cock jerked in my jeans. Flick’s feet were in a fighter’s stance and she didn’t appear to be straining at all. More like she was casually dealing with an annoyance, while poor Tiff looked like she’d been fighting for her life for hours.
“Flick, wanna tell me what’s going on here?”
I stayed to the side of Scout, letting the president handle shit for the moment. Once this was publicly sorted, I’d take care of my woman. How would her ass look all red from a spanking? Would she submit to it? Or would she kick my ass for even suggesting it.
Could be interesting.
CHAPTER 14
Flick
After what Silk and Zara had told me about the pecking order, I didn’t think I was going to get into trouble for what I’d done with this little bitch. But Scout sounded seriously pissed off and I was way outnumbered by the club members who’d all come to watch the girl-fight.
Wasn’t much of a fight, really. The woman I currently had pinned to the wall had come at me with all anger and no skill.
“Hey, Scout. Um, I was just heading outside when this little bitch tried to jump me. She said something about me taking what was hers. After that, I just defended myself. She’s really not an effective fighter, no training. Maybe she should go down to the gym for Mac’s classes?”
Scout’s eyes sparked with humor, but he shook his head and frowned. “Let her go, Flick. She won’t try anything else.” I dropped my hold and stepped back but kept my stance light and my hands ready to come back up. “Tiff, you attacked an old lady on club property?”
The other woman shrunk against the wall, away from Scout.
“Sorry, Scout, I wasn’t thinking. And…and, I didn’t know she was his old lady! Please don’t send me away.”
With his arms crossed over his chest, Scout glared at the woman for a few moments.
“That’s bullshit. Everyone here tonight knows who Flick is to Taz. It’s the whole fucking reason for the party. And you know the rules, Tiff. You don’t mess with the old ladies, and you sure as fuck don’t start fights with them. Sorry, but you’re out. Go grab your shit and head off, you’re done here.”
The girl’s eyes went wide in shock, then narrowed and she turned on me again.
“This is all your fault, bitch!”
She flew toward me and since none of the men seemed to know what to do with her, I blocked her attack and threw her back against the wall, rougher than last time. Her face may have hit the wall—you know—just maybe.
I moved to speak straight into her ear, making sure I had a good grip in her hair so she couldn’t fucking head butt me. “Don’t come at me like that, bitch, unless you got the fucking skills to back your mouth up. I will put you on your ass. Every. Damn. Time. We clear?” Then I pulled back and spoke louder. “Yo, Scout? You want me to take this outside, or what?”
“Fuck me. Old ladies aren’t supposed to do the fucking dirty work around here. Keys! Take Tiff and get her out of here, make sure she knows to not fucking come back. Or try any shit out in public.”
“Sure, prez. Let her go, Flick. I got her.”
I released her slowly, giving Keys a chance to get a grip on her before she could try anything else. Once the screaming woman was out of ear shot, I glanced up at Scout.
“Am I in shit for any of that?”
Scout readjusted his bandana, which seemed to be a subconscious habit for the man. He did it often, especially if he was thinking about something.
“I don’t stand for fighting in the clubhouse, but seeing as Tiff attacked you and you were just defending yourself, you’re good.” He ran his gaze around the room as I took a deep breath and moved over toward Taz. “Right, back to having fun, boys and girls! Keg, can you round the whores up and give them a little reminder of the rules and make it clear that just because Flick ain’t wearing a patch yet, it doesn’t change the fact she’s an old lady?”
“Sure thing, prez.”
Taz wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me in tight against him.
“Fuck, I love watching you in action, babe.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine and my thoughts turned to mush. Especially when he ground his thick erection against me.
“C’mon, kitty, come out and sit by the fire with me.”
I let him guide me outside. Now that night had descended, there were no more kids running around however a few of the old ladies were still here. As we passed them, they high-fived me with a whoop or two for putting the whores in their place.
“Do those women step out of line often?”
“Not normally, and never that obviously. They all know if they break the rules, they’re out, as you just saw. But they are known to glare and make the old ladies feel uncomfortable if they think they can get away with it. It’s why they’re not to leave that room until later, when a lot of the old ladies have gone home. They definitely aren’t allowed to roam around while there’s still kids here.”
I nodded as Taz led me over to the fence, back from the fire. Once in the shadows, he sat, leaning against the weathered timber and indicated I sit in his lap with a wriggle of his eyebrows.
“How about you come sit on my lap, and we’ll talk about the first thing that pops up?”
Wi
th a laugh I moved to straddle his lap. My skirt cut into my thighs and limited how close I could get.
“Well, we can’t talk about your dick then, because that popped up some time ago.”
He laughed with me, before cupping my face and pulling my mouth toward his. I braced my hands on his shoulders as he kissed the fuck out of me. Catnip. He really was my own special brand of catnip that I couldn’t fucking resist.
Within moments, my body heated and I started to squirm in his lap. His hands left my face, and his rough palms glided up my thighs, pushing the material of my skirt up with them. When he had his hands on my ass cheeks, he gave each one a squeeze and pulled me in tight against him.
“I was kinda hoping Scout was gonna tell me I needed to punish you for that stunt with Tiff. Got fucking hard thinking about spanking this fine ass of yours.”
I ground my rapidly dampening panties against his jean-clad dick, trying to get more friction where I needed it.
“Didn’t realize you were kinky.”
“I don’t mind mixing things up some, keepin’ it interesting.”
“Explains the cuffs.”
“So it does. Undo my belt, babe. Let me take you here.”
I froze a moment before glancing over my shoulder. Several couples were sitting around the yard in the shadows and I could make out enough in the dim light to know they were getting busy, too. One of the picnic tables was getting put to good use. One of the club whores was naked and spread out over it face up. Scout was thrusting his cock down her throat while another man I couldn’t remember the name of, was giving her pussy a pounding. Taz, stretching my tank down, and popping a boob out of my bra, had me gasping and turning back to him just in time to see him wrap his mouth around my nipple to suckle me. Arousal coursed through me and I suddenly didn’t give a shit that people might see us fucking, so long as I got him inside me ASAP.
I reached for him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. His cock broke free to greet me because Taz clearly didn’t believe in underwear. I gripped him and gave him a couple strokes, playing with the piercing on each pass over the head. His hands went back to my ass, his fingers digging in to pull me closer. He released my breast so he could watch his cock as I shoved my panties aside and guided him into my core.
“Fuck, that’s a sight I ain’t ever gonna get tired of.”
I threw my head back as I rode him. He felt so fucking good inside me, that piercing of his sliding over nerves and sensitive flesh. He released my ass to pull the other side of my tank and bra down. As I rode him, he tugged and tormented my nipples, all the while he held my gaze with his heated one.
I swiveled my hips, grinding down, so my clit got the stimulation it needed and with a whimper I hung right on the edge of climax. I could barely believe I was about to come for my man in the middle of the fucking Charon clubhouse yard. When I tightened down on his dick, he sat up with a growl. Then he leaned in to take my mouth, swallowing my screams of pleasure as he gripped my hips and slammed me down on his cock hard, again and again, until I felt his length kick within me and he filled me with his seed.
As I slumped forward against his chest, wincing when my nipples scrapped over the patches on his cut, I swore I heard him say he loved me. But I couldn’t be sure, and my mind shut down, forcing me to sleep before I could ask him to repeat what he’d said.
Flick
The following morning, after finally getting away from Taz, I made my way to the hospital. I could easily see how he was a favorite with the MC’s club whores. His appetite for sex was huge and I was seriously going to have to start having afternoon naps to make up for the lack of sleep every night. Adding the stress of my uncle and my assignment on top of the lack of sleep, and I was one tired woman as I entered the hospital and made my way to Uncle Gus’s room. He was now out of ICU and the doctor had been hopeful yesterday that today he’d be lucid enough to be able to speak coherently. I hoped he was right. I was going to have to make a call on his shop and range soon if he didn’t wake up enough to give his opinion. With how little I knew the man, I wasn’t comfortable making any huge decisions for him. Not with his business. With his health, it was easy. I basically just agreed with whatever his doctor suggested.
Rubbing the back of my neck, I walked into my uncle’s room, focusing on the bed. I should have known better. With all my training, I should have scanned the room first for any threats. It didn’t matter how safe it should have been. The barrel of a handgun pressing against my ribs as I stepped toward the bed reminded me of that fact.
“Don’t try anything, darlin’. And not a word outta that pretty mouth of yours. I’d hate to have to shoot you here in front of your uncle, but I will if I have to.”
Damn it all to hell. I tried to think of a way to get away from the gun, and the hand that gripped my forearm on the opposite side. But with the barrel digging into my side, I couldn’t think of how without him having time to pull the trigger. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I glanced around. Three big bikers stood around the room, their cuts looked similar to Taz’s but not the same. As the one holding me guided me toward the back of the room, another man stepped forward, showing me the large patch on his back along with the words ‘Satan’s Cowboys’. Dammit. He crowded in beside my uncle’s bed, clearly trying to be as scary as possible. For the first time, I noticed my uncle was awake, his skin was pale and he clearly wasn’t well, but he was awake and lucid.
“So, Gus, as I was saying before little Felicity arrived, we need you to sign over your property. However, you told me to go get fucked. That doesn’t sound like a man who’s motivated to do the right thing now, does it? So maybe, we’ll take your niece with us and have some fun while you think about things. I’ll come back in a day or two with the paperwork for you to sign, if you’re a good boy and sign like I ask you too, we’ll set her free. Understand?”
“Fine, I’ll sign it over, just leave her be. She’s got nothing to do with any of this shit.”
Tears pricked my eyes that he’d throw down for me like this. We barely knew each other, yet he was going to sign over his shop and range—which from what I’d heard, he loved—to keep me safe. Fuck, I wish this bastard holding me would lower his weapon. A few seconds. That was all I needed.
“Then she’ll be free and clear soon enough. For now, she’s with us.”
Clearing my throat, I spoke up. “Can I at least say goodbye to him?”
The big guy who’d spoken to my uncle rolled his eyes but nodded. “Fine, but don’t try anything. You’ve got two guns trained on you and these boys are looking for an excuse to shoot.”
Glancing to my right I saw the second gun, held steady on me by a younger man who smiled like he was the devil. Yeah, that one would enjoy putting bullet holes in a person. I quickly slid to my uncle’s side, leaning in to kiss his cheek and whisper to him. “Call Taz. Please.” Then louder I said. “Love you.”
The look in his eyes cut me down to my soul. Such pain. “You hang on, I’ll find a way to get you outta there.”
“Right, enough. Let’s get outta here before a nurse decides to call the fucking cops or something.”
Blinking back tears of both frustration and fear, I let those bastards lead me out of the hospital to a car. Guess they’d planned to snatch me all along. From what I’d seen, bikers didn’t like to be shoved in a car. I glanced around the parking lot, hoping Taz would ride in and save me, but there was no sound of a Harley roaring, just a couple of cars that I knew wouldn’t get involved with bikers.
Fuck. Today was gonna suck.
“Time for you to have a nap, darlin’”
“What? No!”
I went to twist free but before I could, pain exploded through my skull.
CHAPTER 15
Taz
I was in the office at the gym with Mac when my phone rang. Seeing the hospital number, I answered with a frown. Normally Flick rang from her mobile.
“Flick? That you?”
“Ah, no, this is
a nurse. I’d, ah, I’d rather not give my name. Gus Shell asked me to call you with a message. Three Cowboys came and took Flick. Lead man’s name patch said Animal.”
Instantly I was on my feet and on full alert. “When? When did they grab her?”
“About an hour ago—”
Fury burst through me. “And you’re just calling now? Have you any idea what those fucking bastards will do to her?”
“I’m sorry, but we had to stabilize Mr. Shell first before we could call you. His health is our first priority.”
“Tell him I’m on it.”
I hung up and dialed Scout straight away. Mac was on his phone calling in Eagle. We might be with the Charons now, but the three of us would always have each other’s backs no matter what, and Mac knew from the little he’d heard of my conversation that shit had gone down.
“Scout, here.”
“Cowboys made their fucking move. Snatched Flick from the hospital an hour ago.”
“Fuck! Get a name? Who told you?”
“Gus got a nurse to ring me, said Animal was lead. You know him?”
I didn’t know many of the Cowboys, just the few that had come down last year when we were dealing with the shitstorm the Iron Hammers had brought our way. Animal hadn’t been in that group.
“Fuck! Dammit to hell. I haven’t had a chance to call Viper or Maverick yet, they don’t know she’s yours. Listen, I’ll get Keys on pulling video from the hospital parking lot, see if we can work out what vehicle they’re in. I’ll get Bulldog to start calling all the brothers in while I call Viper. You and Mac get your asses here to the clubhouse. I’m guessing you’ve already pulled Eagle in?”
