“Dax, fuck, Dax.”
We play this game for as long as I can handle it. I use the hand I’m holding her hips up with and find her clit while adding pressure to her throat. She begins pulsing around my dick and I remove my hand from her neck. I slide it down and around and grab the back of her hair, pushing her face into the sheets. She can breathe somewhat and I’m not in danger of completely depriving her of oxygen when I lose control.
She lays still and quietly whimpers as I come inside her tight ass. Fuck, my orgasm goes on and on like I haven’t come in weeks. I practically fall against her back when I can no longer hold myself up. She groans, so I roll us both to our sides so we face each other.
I move the hair from her face and find her lips. I can’t get enough of this fucking woman. She’s fucking perfect.
Sofia
DAGGER’S SUCH AN ASSHOLE.
He ordered me to clean the main room. I’m hot and sweaty and my muscles ache from moving tables and chairs with only Rufus’ help. I’ve been here for six days and all I do is cook, clean, and fuck. I visit Red in the morning before it’s too hot in the trailer. I have no idea how they stand it. Has anyone heard of air conditioners around here? The fucking thing they call an evap cooler does a piss poor job. At night it’s too damn hot for Dagger to touch me after we’ve fucked. I’m barely sleeping and the asshole constantly seeks me out during the night like he’s afraid I won’t be there. I grumble and move away from his body heat. Then each day is the same. There’s no TV and whoever has the iPod took it with them because there isn’t any music either. I need fucking music to clean.
Poor Rufus takes the brunt of my bad mood and still manages to smile and whistle to some unknown beat in his head. I swept and mopped. The fucking guys will start spitting their chewing tobacco outside or I’ll be poisoning their food. They’re full-grown men and this disgusting habit is at an end. Rufus just shrugs when I go on my verbal tirade.
I’m making meatloaf for dinner and with it baking in the oven, the kitchen will be more sweltering than it is in the main room where I’m at now. There’ a church meeting tonight and Dagger told me the officers would be at the club and that it’s my job to feed them. I’m surprised steam isn’t coming out my damned ears.
I hear the truck pull up out front but don’t bother looking outside. I’ve decided not to speak to Dagger for a while. I’m shit at being the happy little Mexican who slaves for the white man. Fuck him.
Dagger opens the front door and grins at me when I look up. I ignore him. “Come see what I bought you, princess,” he says cheerfully even with the snub.
No fucking way. I continue placing chairs at the tables. His heavy boots stomp across my clean floor and I’m about to come unglued when I’m hefted up and over his shoulder.
“You fucking prick,” I yell.
“Come on, I know you’re hot, so I bought you a gift.”
He knows all right. I’ve done nothing but complain about the heat. Give me Florida humidity any day. I stop fighting him only because I’m worried I’ll land on my ass. “Fine, put me down and I’ll walk on my own,” I huff. I’ll also grab his knife and slit his throat if he gives me a chance.
“No way,” he says as he carries me out the front door.
I arch my back so my face isn’t against Dagger’s ass. Skull removes a bandana from his head and wipes his brow. He’s standing beside a box. A very large box. Dagger bends and my feet hit the ground. I squint up at him. He looks so damn proud of himself.
“You like it?” he asks with a grin.
“It’s a big fucking box. What the hell is there to like? You know we sleep in these in Mexico, so I guess you could say you bought me a house,” I say testily.
“Ha. Ha. Ha,” he replies. “I bought the Latina princess an air conditioner and all she can do is bitch about it.”
I look at the box. An air conditioner? I turn to Dagger and his grin widens. I throw myself at him and clench my legs around his waist as he staggers back. I rain kisses over his hot face and neck.
“I think the princess finally decided to lose the attitude, Skull. I may need to buy her an air conditioner every day.”
Both men laugh. There are two more identical boxes in the back of the truck. “Three air conditioners?” I whisper against his neck.
“The ladies need one and we’ll put one in the front room of the clubhouse too. The electric bills will eat us alive, so we’ll only be using them to sleep and when we party. The kitchen will still be hot, but you’ll need to wait on that one. There’s not a good window to put it in and we’ll need to cut a hole in the wall.”
I swear I’m getting emotional over fucking air conditioners, but I truly want to cry. Dagger’s smile melts my heart. He hefts me up a little higher, carries me around the side of the truck, and opens the door. There’s a small bag inside lying on the bench seat, and he reaches in and grabs it. He raises the bag up toward my hands, which are still around his shoulders. I release my legs and slide down. I glance inside the plain white bag and see a box.
“It’s nothing fancy, but you can use my laptop to download some music.”
It’s an MP3 player. I thought he wasn’t paying attention to all the bitching I’ve been doing, but he’s obviously heard every word. Damn, it must be close to my time of the month because tears well in my eyes. I wipe them away before they can fall. Dagger sees it and his face goes soft. “I like watching that sexy ass move,” he says and pulls me back in close.
Our lips clash and I feel the kiss clear to my toes.
“While the two of you make out here in the hot sun, I’ll just go inside and have a beer. Let me know when I can help install the bedroom air.”
Dagger releases my mouth and smiles. “Only have time to install one unit today, princess. Your choice. Bedroom or club?”
It kills me. “Give the first one to the ladies. They need it more than I do.”
Dagger’s eyes shine and he kisses me again. I guess that was the right thing to say.
Skull interrupts the kiss. “When the officers get here they can help us install a unit so the trailer is cool and also the bedroom. We’ll make it happen.”
I feel exactly like the princess they call me.
Dax
WE HOLD CHURCH TO discuss the drug buy tomorrow. All of us are feeling antsy and I don’t remember it being this intense before. We settle on the final plan and eat dinner in the big room.
Skull and I managed to install both units before the meeting began. The trailer was actually easy because the unit fit perfectly where the cooler was. The whores are able to enjoy dinner in a cool place while the rest of us suffer. Food is good, though, so I won’t complain.
The brothers clear out early, and I fuck Sofia for more than an hour with the steady hum of the air conditioner keeping us cool. She’s been pushing me away because of the heat, but tonight I fall asleep with her curled against my side.
The knock on the door wakes me a few hours later.
“Dagger,” Red whispers. What the fuck? I slide the gun from under the mattress and uncoil myself from Sofia’s arms. She doesn’t stir. I slip on my jeans, move to the side of the door, and open it.
“I need to talk to you,” Red whispers.
“What the fuck, Red?” I say as she slides through the door and closes it behind her.
“Red?” Sofia asks groggily.
I walk over and turn on the lamp squinting into the light. Red sits on the end of the bed.
“I wasn’t exactly truthful about something I said the day you had me explain my side of the story about Sofia,” she starts. My brain is having trouble figuring out what the hell she’s talking about. “Why Fox kept me around,” she clarifies.
“Okay,” I say carefully.
“No one but Fox knew this and you can’t tell the others. It’s too dangerous.”
“I’ll determine that after you tell me what the fuck is going on,” I snap.
“My brother. He’s the Justice of the Peace for
the county.”
“What?”
“He signed a warrant a few hours ago to raid the club. He’s been giving me a heads up for years and I tell Fox. That’s why Fox needed me here. Judge Gunnler is actually my half-brother. He’s as corrupt they come and Fox pays him for inside info when he comes through for us.”
Fuck me. It makes sense. Fox kept the heat off our back and we all knew he had to have an inside. “When is the warrant going down?” I ask as I grab my phone.
“He wouldn’t give them a night warrant, so it will be as soon as the sun comes up. I usually take all the drugs and hardware and slip out. My brother says they have eyes on us right now. I know there’s paraphernalia, but we should be clear of drugs.” She nods at my gun. “You’ll go down for that too. I can carry a bag into the desert if I slip away in the next hour. They’re hitting Skull and Vamp’s places too.”
“Fuck, you know what they have on us to gain a warrant?”
“Weapons and drugs. The affidavit says they got a tip from an anonymous informant. One of the deputies let it slip in front of my brother that it was a woman. My guess is Pauline.”
“Fuck,” I say again. “Okay, we’ll start making calls. You’ll need to take this phone with you too or the cops will confiscate it.” I hand the phone to Sofia first. “Go through my list and quickly tell all the brothers what’s going down,” I tell her as I pull on my boots. “I’ll start searching for paraphernalia.” I look at Red. “Clear out whatever’s in the trailer and meet me back here as soon as you can.”
Red leaves as quickly as she arrived.
Sofia says Vampire’s name into the phone and I’m glad she’s notifying the guys on the crash-list first. I take the pillowcase off the pillow and put my gun inside. Most of the guys carry on their person, so there shouldn’t be guns around the clubhouse. I found different drug shit when I cleaned this room. I stuck it in the bottom drawer of the dresser, so I grab it and cram it into the pillowcase. I head to the end of the hallway and knock on the door to the room Rufus took over. He sits up in bed and rubs his eyes when I turn on the light. I tell him in one clipped sentence what’s happening. He jumps up, grabs his pants, and begins helping me.
Keeping the lights out, we clear the bar and check the other bedroom. We’re worried that whoever’s watching us will notice the lights and realize we know something’s going down. We can’t take a chance that they hit us right away even if the warrant won’t be good. We find nothing more.
I take the phone from Sofia. She’s calm and acts like this shit is a daily occurrence. Yep, my dick twitches. “Did you get everyone?”
“Yes, they’re holding tight until they hear from you.”
I send off a text and cancel the drug buy. Won’t go over well, but we don’t have a choice. My text is vague but gets my point across.
Canceling appointment, legal issues.
My next message goes to Gomez, Moon’s enforcer.
Mom talking, shit going down, I’ll be in touch.
Gomez’s response is almost immediate.
Need us?
We’re good.
The response about the drug buy comes in just as I’m about to add my phone to the pillowcase.
You lost our business, we only dealt with Fox. Lose this number.
Pauline must be talking to more than the cops. People say things about silver lining bullshit. This is ours and I’ll take it. I don’t reply, it’s unnecessary. We are now officially out of the drug business. I toss my phone in the pillowcase along with Sofia’s, which I slipped in my pocket from where I kept it in the dresser. Sofia’s gun goes in too. Doesn’t matter that it’s hers. Never asked where she got it or if it’s clean. She’s under this roof, so my and Rufus’ prison records will cause problems we don’t need.
Red comes in with a handful of glass pipes and other assorted items we need to get rid of. Rufus’ gun joins everything else and then Red takes off. She has a flashlight that she’ll use when she’s far enough away. She’s stashing the pillowcase and heading back to the trailer to wait with the ladies.
I pull Sofia in close and hug her. “Sorry about this, princess. Stay dressed and try to get some sleep,” I tell her.
“Are you sleeping?”
I look around the room and hope we caught everything. “I’ll lie down with you.”
It’s four o’clock in the morning and neither of us sleep. I fucking hate this shit and my heart beats overtime until the sun peeks through the window and the front door crashes in.
Shouts of, “Sheriff’s Department,” come from the front and back of the building. I raise my hands when the bedroom door flies open. “Get on the floor, get on the floor. Keep your hands where we can see them.”
Sofia cries out as she’s jerked from the bed. I should have told her to immediately follow their instructions. I try to control my anger as she cries out again when they jerk her arms behind her back and snap cuffs on her. I’m shoved to my stomach and my face is pushed to the floor. Fucking assholes.
“What the hell did I do, shithead?” Sofia yells.
“Clear, clear,” can be heard coming from all the rooms. One of the deputies roughly lifts me to my feet and walks me into the front room, where another deputy pushes me so I sit down against the wall by the front door. “We have a warrant,” the deputy says. He could have told me to fucking sit down and I’d have complied. They like putting on their show and shoving everyone around. I hate these motherfuckers. Controlling my anger is near impossible, but I know from experience being angry will get me nowhere. Prison was like this every fucking day.
“No shit, really?” I spit out about the warrant. “Where’s my woman? She hasn’t done anything.”
The deputy ignores my bitching. “Where’s Frank Tison?” he demands.
“Frank who?” I play dumb even though I know damn good and well who he’s talking about. This deputy is still wet behind the ears and doesn’t appear smart enough to trick me into anything involving Fox’s death. I’m thinking Pauline kept that info to herself for some reason.
Another deputy in full black riot gear steps forward. “Fox, where is he?”
This is the one I need to watch out for. He’s special task force of some kind. “Cleared out a few days ago. Didn’t like the changes,” I say. Still no strange looks and I breathe a sigh of relief. I’m almost positive they don’t know Fox is dead.
“Who’s in charge?” he asks.
I’ll lawyer up if they ask me anything I don’t want to answer, but they’ll know it’s me soon enough. “I am. If you want me to answer more questions, get my woman out here so I can see she’s okay.”
He nods at the other deputy and the young one leaves the room.
“You got a name?” I ask.
“Agent Crier,” he says, which answers my silent question. This guy is drug task force. They all have the distinction of “agent.” Whatever gets their rocks off and all that.
“And your name?” he asks me.
“Dax Montgomery,” I say.
Red and the other three ladies walk in through the door off the kitchen in handcuffs. They’re followed by another deputy. Red’s the only one who isn’t crying. She’s as pissed off as I am. I’m worried about Sofia. A minute later I hear her cussing as they walk her into the front room with the rest of us.
“You assholes. What the hell did I do? Worried a Latina woman will kick your ass so you need to restrain me?”
That right there shows that Sofia has never been in prison. She doesn’t have the demeanor of someone who’s ever needed to follow rules or face the consequences. I can’t help my smile.
“No talking,” says the deputy who brought in Sofia. Another deputy follows with Rufus.
“So I can’t talk either? Who the fuck are you, God?” Sofia has her steely gaze directed fully on the deputy.
“They think they’re God,” Red adds to the mix.
“Everyone calm down,” Agent Crier says. “Let us do our job and this will go quickly.”
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Now he receives the wrath of Sofia. “I was in bed thinking about blowin’ my man and getting a lick or two of my own and you dog fuckers storm in and start throwing us around. This is bullshit.”
I bite my lip praying he’ll ask why she called him a dog fucker.
Agent Crier moves closer to Sofia. “And who are you?” he questions evenly.
“Name’s Sofia Guadalupe Acosta. I’m here visiting and this is what I get? You assholes need a lesson in manners.” Her hair’s tangled and flying around as she jerks against the handcuffs. “These things are hurting my wrists, and I’ll be taking pictures of the bruises.”
“You need the cuffs loosened?” Crier asks as he reaches for the cuff key on his belt.
“Double lock them,” I say when he leans down. Crier looks at me and nods. When you’ve spent time inside, you know the tricks. Double locking keeps the cuffs from going tighter as well as looser.
“Turn around,” he tells Sofia.
She huffs out a breath but shuffles to her knees and turns. “I’m surprised to see someone like you visiting here. What’s your story?” he asks while he fixes the cuffs.
Don’t fall for it, I plead silently.
She shifts back around when the cuffs are adjusted and plops her ass on the floor. Her eyes are still spitting fire. “I have no fucking idea what you mean by someone like me,” she says with scorn. “Came to spend some quality time with my dad. What’s it to you?”
Fuck!
“Just making conversation. Who’s your dad?”
Fuck. Fuck!
Sofia doesn’t know when to shut up. “He goes by the name Fox. That’s my daddy dearest,” she says with fake sweetness.
Agent Crier’s eyes snap back to mine. I was fucking wrong. They do know something’s gone down with Fox. Crier knows exactly who I am, but he’s playing dumb cop, which isn’t a stretch for most of them. Crier’s fucking smart, though, and I need to remember that. Of course Sofia might land my ass back in prison and everything I’ve tried to do will be for nothing.
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