Undaunted: The Kings of Retribution MC

by Crystal Daniels

  At the base of her neck, between her shoulders, is a pair of blue and green angel wings, with the scripture ‘His Angel’ written across the top. Seeing a part of me on her causes my dick to grow even harder. With Bella’s hair still in my hand, I tug her head back making her look at me.

  “You like having my mark on you, don’t you Angel?” I ask with a hard thrust. Causing her to cry out. “Answer me.”

  “Yes,” she moans with pleasure.

  Her answer causes a deep growl to vibrate through my chest as I continue to fuck her perfect pussy.

  Feeling the tingle at the base of my spine, I bring my hand around, finding her swollen clit. I feel the flutter of her pussy and it’s all I can do to hold off my own release.

  “Come with me. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”

  She comes, sending me right over the edge with her.

  Collapsing on the bed, I grab her around the waist, pulling her towards me. We lie there for a few minutes in silence collecting our breaths before I speak.

  “Why blue and green?”

  I have a feeling what her answer will be, but I want her to say it. Bella twists herself around to face me then answers.

  “Blue and green are the colors of the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.’’

  The next morning after our shower, Bella and I head downstairs to eat. In the kitchen, we find Lisa and Alba already at work cooking breakfast.

  “Good morning you two, you’re just in time,” Lisa says, bringing the food over to the table.

  “I’m so sorry I overslept and didn’t come down in time to help you, Lisa,” Bella tells her.

  “Oh, sweetheart, I don’t want to hear none of that,” she says waving her hand, “besides Alba here has been a tremendous help. You two come on and sit.”

  When we’re done eating I stand from the table, grabbing Bella’s hand. “Come on, babe. I’ve got something to show you.”

  “Okay?” she wonders, while I lead her out of the kitchen and through the main room. Passing Quinn, he gives me a nod telling me my surprise is ready.

  I take her outside, and we walk around to the side of the clubhouse. Turning the corner, Bella lets out a gasp, freezing in place with her hand covering her mouth. Right in front of us is her 1968 Mustang. Only it looks completely different. With a new vinyl top, fresh paint, and brand-new tires. We swapped the old blue interior for a floral white. I’d say Bella’s car is very different from the rusted-up piece of shit it was before.

  Standing behind her I bring my arms around her and hold her while whispering in her ear. “You didn’t think I would forget your birthday did you, Angel?”

  “Is that really my car?” She asks in a shaky voice.

  “Yeah, babe, that’s your car.”

  Bella walks up to her car running her hand up the hood and down the driver’s side before opening the door and sliding in. “When did you do all this?”

  “It wasn’t just me, all the brothers helped.”

  Bella turns to me with tears running down her face. “I can’t believe you all did this for me.”

  Using the pad of my thumb to wipe her tears. “There’s nothing I won’t do for you, Angel.”

  “I love it! You all did an amazing job. It’s perfect!” She says brushing her lips softly against mine.

  “Can we go for a ride?” She asks excitedly.

  I take the keys from my front pocket, handing them over.

  “Hell yeah, babe, let’s go.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Bella

  I’ve got major butterflies, standing here in front of the bathroom mirror. While Logan and I were out earlier, driving my beautifully restored mustang, I made a quick stop at a lingerie store at the mall downtown and decided to see what I could find to surprise him with tonight.

  Logan is out there in the bedroom, waiting to see what I bought. So, here I am, wearing a black and purple lace corset, matching g-string, black thigh high stockings, and some ridiculous stiletto heels I let the sales woman talk me into. I don’t know the first thing about being sexy. I’m afraid I might walk out there and make a fool of myself.

  Glancing in the mirror one final time, I reach down to slowly turn the knob, and pull the bathroom door open.

  Logan is sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed as I step out into the bedroom. I stop a few feet from him. He stays quite a little too long, and I start to feel anxious.

  “Come here, babe, let me get a closer look at you,” he demands, in a husky tone.

  Slowly, I walk the last few feet separating us.

  Needing to touch him I rest my hands on top his shoulders. “Do you like it?”

  Bringing his hand up, he traces his finger over the top of both breasts, causing my skin to shiver. “Fuck babe, you are so damn sexy.”

  He makes me feel sexy. The way my body reacts to him, it does all the talking for me.

  Walking behind me, with his chest pressing against my back, Logan brushes my hair to the side and kisses along my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

  “Put your hands on the bed, Bella.”

  As I place my hands onto the mattress, I hear the rustling of clothes, and his belt buckle hitting the floor. I look over my shoulder and watch as he hooks his thumbs through the strings of my panties and drags them down over my ass, stopping just above my knees. His hands glide up my thighs and splay over my hips, gripping them firmly. “Spread your legs, Angel.”

  The raw sound of his voice alone makes me wet as I part my legs and the tip of his cock caresses my opening.

  “Fuck, you’re already wet for me,” he growls.

  My legs tremble when his finger starts to manipulate my clit, and in one thrust, he buries himself inside me. His pace never lets up, driving into me with such force, I have to grip the edge of the bed to keep from moving.

  I feel my walls tighten around his cock as my climax builds with every thrust and every stroke of his finger before my orgasm explodes. Grabbing my hips tighter, he bears down chasing his own release.

  The next morning I’m sitting behind the wheel of my car, about to take Alba to school, feeling deliciously used from the night before. Austin is on his bike, riding behind us as we pull out of the gate.

  “You ready to get back to school today?” I smile at my sister. She seemed to be eager to leave this morning, which isn’t normal for her.

  “Yes, I’m so bored. At least at school, I have more to look at than a bunch of hairy bikers all day.” She admits, reaching up to pull the visor down, applying her lipstick.

  “Listen, Blake will be sitting in the parking lot across from the school. They still want us watched, even though things seem to have died down,” I inform her.

  Logan didn’t tell me too much, just that there hasn’t been any activity lately—here in town or from where Los Demonios had been staying. He still feels better having a member watch over us for now, and I do too. The presence of his dad might have something to do with them leaving town. My mom hasn’t seen or heard from Lee either, and that’s good news too. Either way, I’m glad to see things might be getting back to normal.

  My sister acknowledges with a sigh, “Okay.”

  “You want to be brought to the shop or taken back to the compound after school?” I question while coming to a stop at a stop sign.

  “I don’t know, I might go over to my friend’s house after school. I haven’t got to hang with her in a couple weeks.”

  I feel bad that she hasn’t been able to come and go more freely since staying at the clubhouse.

  “Give me a call after school, so I don’t worry. Please,” I add.

  We’re pulling up to the high school parking lot when I notice Gabriel sitting across the street. My sister peers over in the same direction.

  “I thought you said Blake was going to be out here today?”

  “Yeah, that’s what Logan said. I guess there was a change of plans.”

  I’m pretty sure that Gabriel had a hand in that. He p
robably insisted he be the one to keep watch of my sister. He has murder in his eyes every time Blake gets anywhere near her.

  After dropping Alba of at the front of the school I ride across the street and pull up alongside Gabriel. “Morning, Gabriel.” I sing song. I can’t help myself. I’m in a good mood today, plus, I like Gabriel. I’d rather him watch over my sister than anyone else anyway.

  “Bella,” He says, crossing his arms.

  “Will you make sure my sister doesn’t forget to call me after school? She might want to go visit her friend today but hasn’t made definite plans. I don’t want to worry.”

  “You got it,” he nods, before adding, “She’ll be safe.”

  “I know, big guy. Thanks.”

  As I’m pulling into the parking lot at work, my phone rings with an incoming call. Pulling it from my purse, the display is lit with a picture of Mila and Ava. Swiping the screen, I answer the call. “Hey!”

  “Hey Bella, I’m calling to ask you to lunch today. Mine and Ava’s treat. Can you meet us at the park around noon?” Mila inquiries, with a giggling Ava in the background.

  “I’d love to,”

  “You still being driven around everywhere?” She questions.

  “Not today, Logan is letting me drive myself. You have got to see what the guys did with my car. Mila, it’s beautiful.”

  “See you in a few hours then?”

  “Definitely!”

  When we hang up, I send a text to Logan letting him know my lunch plans with Mila and where. He texted back telling me he would inform Austin. It’s been forever since I could visit with my friend, so I’m glad I get the chance to catch up with her today. As soon as lunch time rolls around, Austin grabs himself some lunch and mounts his bike to follow me to the park a few blocks from the shop. He decides to hang back near a table by the parking lot. I make my way over to Mila, who has set lunch up over near the playground area. Ava spots me first and comes running with her long, brown curls, wildly bouncy everywhere.

  “Bella!” She squeals, jumping into my arms.

  Laughing, twirling, and giving her a big hug I smile, “I’ve missed you, pretty girl.”

  Giggling she takes her little hands and squishes my cheeks, telling me in her sweet little three-year-old voice, “I miss you.”

  Looking up, I see her momma watching, with a smile on her face. “You two come on, it’s time to eat. You don’t have long until you need to get back to work, so let’s make the most of your lunch break.” She says.

  Opening the cooler, she pulls out some sandwiches, apple slices, and juice boxes. “Ava made us a picnic lunch today. Isn’t that right Ava?” She says, placing some food on a paper plate, sitting it in front of her daughter.

  “I did it all by myself.” Ava proudly announces.

  “And you did a wonderful job,” I beam at her.

  I take a bite of my sandwich when Mila looks at me, smiling. “You look happy.”

  “I am.”

  “How’s Alba doing with all this?”

  I finish chewing on an apple slice that Ava handed me before answering, “She’s doing good. The guys in the club have been nice to her, to both of us.”

  Ava announces she’s done and asks if she can go play. As soon as Mila cleans her little face, she’s running off towards two other kids. I can’t help but think about the possibilities of having kids with Logan someday. What would they look like, how many would he like to have, if any? We haven’t gotten that far into our relationship to be talking about kids or marriage. I know I want these things. I wonder if Logan wants a family someday? No need to daydream or worry about that kind of stuff now. We have plenty of time to figure it all out.

  I turn my attention to Mila, “How’ve you been doing, with your Grandma and school?”

  Mila is going to nursing school. It’s something she’s wanted to do her whole life. I admire her. She has a lot going on, doing it all by herself and is still finding ways, making sacrifices to chase her dream. I would love to do that someday—go to school that is. One day I’ll get the chance to chase my dreams too.

  “I’m good, so is Grandma. I think I’ll have to either put her in a home or get a sitter for her soon. She’s starting to forget where she is sometimes. I worry that she’ll wander off one day, and get lost, possibly hurt herself.”

  I start helping clean the food up and put the trash in the can nearby. “I’m sorry, that must be hard, especially with going to night school and already paying a sitter for Ava at night. As soon as things get back to normal, and everything is safe, I can at least help watch Ava sometimes when you’re at night school. I know Alba would too,” I tell her.

  “Thanks, that means a lot,” She beams, as she puts the leftover sandwiches and apples back into the cooler, “on a good note, I got that job at the hospital. They said they would keep me in mind for a nursing position after I graduate later this year.”

  “That’s fantastic! I’m so excited for you.”

  I grab the phone from my pocket to check the time and notice I need to head back to the shop.

  Thinking about the BBQ this weekend I ask, “We’re having a BBQ out at the clubhouse this weekend. I’d really like it if you could come out and meet Logan.”

  Looking unsure, she wipes her hands on a napkin before throwing it in the trash. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

  “It’s a family get-together. Nothing wild. You can even bring Ava. Some of the other members have kids she can play with. Come on, it will be fun. Please,” I beg.

  I know she would enjoy herself if she gives herself a chance. She never takes the time to relax. She has so much on her plate these days. “You deserve to have some fun, Mila. Come on.” I grab her hands, pleading with her again.

  Finally caving, she agrees. “Okay, I’ll go. Promise me you won’t leave me hanging by myself with a bunch of bikers.”

  “Promise,” I smile.

  I’m in the kitchen with Lisa and my sister cleaning the kitchen and preparing for the spring BBQ the club throws for the families every year. The guys are outside doing all the grilling today. From what I’ve heard, it turns into a big competition every year between Quinn and Reid. I can’t wait to see that.

  “Lisa, if there isn’t anything more you need me to do, I want to head upstairs and change.” I tell her, looking down at myself.

  “I’ll finish up in here, sweetie. Go on and get prettied up for your man,” She encourages, with a wink.

  Once upstairs, I quickly change into some black leggings and a comfy lightweight flannel that I can roll the sleeves down on later if the temperature changes. Springs around here changes by the hour but typically stay around the upper fifties. I bought the top while out shopping with Alba and Mila Friday afternoon. I pair it with some tan combat boots and pull my hair up into a high ponytail. Logan likes my hair up away from my neck. He enjoys coming up behind me and placing kisses just under my earlobe, so he can see goosebumps prickle my skin.

  I’ve been looking forward to this BBQ ever since Logan and the guys started talking about it a few days ago. Mila and her daughter coming too adds to my excitement. I also get to meet some of the other members and their families today, along with Logan’s dad and brother.

  I walk over to the bedroom window and peer outside. Our window has a view of the back of the compound. Scanning the yard, I find Logan building a huge bonfire for later tonight. I hope his dad and brother show up today. It was a huge step on his part to invite them, and I’m happy he did.

  As I’m coming down the stairs, Alba is walking towards me. “Oh, there you are. I was coming to tell you, Blake just let Mila through the gate.”

  “Great! Thanks, Alba.”

  I walk outside just as she’s pulling her little girl out of her car seat. She even wore the new sweater dress I talked her into buying for herself, along with the kickass boots she is wearing.

  “Hey! We were just about to get things started. You showed up just in time.”

  Taking
Ava from her, I sit her on my hip. At the same time Logan, Reid, and Quinn come walking around, carrying some lawn chairs and coolers. Mila stands a little closer, as they walk up.

  “Jesus, Bella. What the hell do they put in the water around here? Those men are hot.”

  Ava clings tight to my shirt as Logan steps up and kisses my forehead.

  “Ava, Mila, this is Logan.”

  Logan smiles, “Bella talks about you and Ava often. Glad you could make it.”

  “She’s told me a lot about you too,” Mila quietly remarks, cutting her eyes at me with a smile. I give her a poke in her side, silently telling her to be quiet. Besides my sister, whom I tell everything, I also talk to Mila sometimes too.

  “Oh, and this is Quinn and Reid,” I point out who is who in the process.

  Ava decides she has been ignored long enough and cheerfully proclaims, “Mommy, he’s pretty!” Pointing her little finger right at Reid. Causing all of us to laugh, including Reid who shakes his head and chuckles.

  Mila smiles as a blush creeps up her face while she tries to avoid eye contact with Reid.

  “Ava, it’s not nice to point,” she tries to explain to her three-year-old daughter.

  “But, Mommy, he is,” She says looking serious. I’ve got to give it to the kid, he is nice to look at. Especially with his bright green eyes, tanned skin, and hair the color of honey. It always looks like he’s just rolled out of bed. But Reid makes it work.

  Logan bends down, kissing my lips. “Gotta go, babe. Why don’t you take your friend out back, introduce her to the other members and their families, and come find me soon.”

  “I will.”

  Gathering up all the things Mila brought, we head around back to where the men are firing up the grills and setting up the tables. Other kids are already playing in the grass blowing bubbles and playing with various other toys.