by LeAnn Ashers
“War,” another man says.
Lane moves up to Kyle. Lane’s men nod in confirmation.
Jordan lets the man go and steps back while looking at him. Once he’s directly in front of me, I grab him again.
Did I just cause a war between these clubs? These men are evil. They take what they can’t have and don’t give any mercy. These men are sleazeballs pure and simple. Just looking at them makes me want to vomit.
The men file out, never once taking their eyes off Jordan and the men. The president winks and licks his lips at Chrystal, who is now in Kyle’s arms. The president stops and turns to look at me.
“It seems your father owes me some money,” he says. “I will be around to collect, sweetheart.” He chuckles and walks out of the room.
“Beyond dead man,” Butch says again.
What did he mean that my father owed him money? From the grave, my father is haunting me and causing me trouble. I don’t want to think about it, but it seems this man is after me.
The door slams shut, and I let out a deep breath.
Jordan twists around and pulls me into his arms, pressing my head to his chest. “You okay, angel?”
I lean back and look at him. “I’m fine.” I smile, and he returns it.
“These fuckers came here for trouble. I heard them talking outside,” Lane tells everyone.
Kyle nods and says, “They fucking got it.”
“Dead men,” Butch pipes in.
My eyes widen at the incredibility of all of this. Jordan kisses the top of my head, and I sink into the kiss. Even with everything going down, there’s no other place I want to be more than in his arms.
You would think I would be scared, but I’m not, because even with all this going down, I feel safe. Crazy thing to think with death threats being thrown around, but call me crazy.
“Meeting in the a.m. Bring Alisha. Lane, you come and bring your daughter because this involves you now,” Kyle tells everyone.
Everyone nods, including Lane’s men. One catches me looking and winks. I blush and press my face into Jordan’s chest. His body starts moving in laughter.
I hear the loud thunder of motorcycles driving away.
“Tim, lock this place up. Let’s roll out!” Kyle yells to someone across the room.
We all move toward the door together. I’m pressed against Jordan’s back. Kyle is beside us, with Chrystal to his back. The men surround us.
The door opens. Kyle and Jordan walk out together. I follow closely behind. What if they start shooting at us while we are on the bike? We’re screwed. Jordan takes my hand and leads me over to his bike. He climbs on first, and I start to climb on behind him, but then he pulls me back. He grabs my hips and lifts me onto his lap so I’m straddling his waist. He grabs my legs and pulls me so I am flush against him, my legs resting on his hips.
“Why am I sitting like this?” I ask him.
His hand goes to my jaw. “To protect you in case they shoot at us. You will not be hurt, angel.” He kisses my forehead.
He spreads his legs a bit and I fall down until my butt is touching the seat. I wrap my arms around his stomach, my face to his chest. Kyle is parked right beside us. Chrystal is sitting the exact same way I am. She waves, and I wave back. We probably look foolish sitting like this, but I need his touch right now. I have to admit that the men scared me. I’m scared of the unknown and what can happen. What those men can do.
When we take off, Jordan’s hand goes to my back to help support me. The wind hits my back and a part of my face. Butch is driving next to us. He nods at me and then goes back to looking at the open road.
I didn’t think my first night out drinking would have ended up like this.
We pull up in front of Jordan’s gate. The gate opens and we drive inside. Butch keeps on driving—I assume to go home. Jordan parks right by the steps to the porch in front of the house. He climbs off, taking me with him. He runs up the porch and puts a passcode in to unlock his house. Once the door is shut, he turns to the wall, where there are buttons everywhere and an iPad hanging.
He starts pressing buttons and the outside of the house is lighting up like it’s Christmas. I move closer to the window and look out as, one by one, lights pop out, shining onto the road and field. I see something moving across the top of the gate that goes around the house. It’s at least ten feet tall.
“What’s that?” I ask.
“I just made the entire gate and fence electric. They touch it and they are out. Every single window in this house is bulletproof, and nothing can get through it.”
Wow, he’s prepared. More than I thought anyone could possibly be.
Jordan sets the iPad back onto the wall, and I stand still, not knowing what to do or say next.
Jordan studies me. “You okay, angel?”
I nod before answering. “I’m fine. I didn’t expect my first night out to come to this.” I laugh, and Jordan laughs along with me.
He stalks over to me and grabs my face. His mouth slams into mine and I grab his shoulders. His mouth moves over mine in a claiming, scalding kiss.
He pulls back and I am lifted off the floor. My arms go around his neck, my legs around his waist. Jordan rests his forehead against mine. We look into each other’s eyes.
Jordan’s hand runs up and down my back while the other rests on my hip. “Angel, don’t worry about what can happen or about that man from earlier. They will not touch you.”
I believe him. He hasn’t lied to me yet, so I am not going to believe he will.
“Let’s go to bed.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer; he just carries me up the stairs.
We enter his bedroom, and I’m set on the edge of the bed. I stand and walk into the closet to grab one of Jordan’s shirts. It hangs almost to my knees, but I love wearing his clothes.
Next, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my makeup off. Walking back into the bedroom, I yawn, but then I stop in my tracks. Jordan is shirtless, his arms behind his head. His stomach is exposed, showing his muscles. The cover is around his waist.
I walk over to my side of the bed and pull the blankets back. I climb in and pull the blanket up to my hips.
Jordan turns over. “I’m proud of you.”
I arch my eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“You stayed calm and collected when everything went down.”
“Ahh.” I turn over onto my side so I am face-to-face with him. I touch his jaw and stare directly into his eyes. “I know that, as long as I’m with you, I’m safe.”
Jordan’s face softens, and he places his hand on my jaw. He leans forward and leans up on his arm. His lips press against mine. I open my mouth, kissing him back hard, sinking my hand into his hair.
His hand moves down my cheek, down my neck, and over the sides of my breasts. I gasp as the tips of his fingers touch me. His hand moves down my side, and I feel heat between my legs and squeeze them together. As he touches my thigh and moves back up, his hand sneaks under my shirt.
My breathing is coming in short pants now. I’ve never been touched like this, and I want more. I want more of everything.
His hand settles under my breast, his thumb stroking my skin. I shudder and grip his head tighter. I kiss him harder and move my hands up his back, raking it with my fingernails. He groans, and I feel satisfaction from knowing that I am affecting him also.
He rolls over onto his back, taking me with him. I lay my head onto his chest, my arm thrown across his stomach, my leg thrown over his.
“Goodnight, my angel.”
“Goodnight, Jordan.”
I wake up before Jordan and slide out of bed. I stand at the end of the bed, watching him sleep. He’s so peaceful and handsome. Last night changed everything for me. That kiss, just all of it, put everything into perspective.
I go down the stairs to start some laundry. Yawning, I enter the laundry room and remember I have a load already in the washer. After popping the lid open, I reach inside and pull an ar
mful out. I throw the rest into the dryer. Spotting a sock on the bottom I reach down, but I’m a few inches away from reaching it.
I jump and try to grab the sock but still miss it. I huff and push my hair out of my face. I jump again and land on my belly, with my feet hanging in the air. I lean forward, my head and my shoulder going into the washer. I grab the sock and start to push my way out. But I fall farther in and catch myself with my hands so I don’t face-plant.
Oh my God.
I am stuck in the washer! That’s what happens when you’re five foot one with shoes on and Jordan has one of those new washers with the deep insides. I try to wiggle my way out, and I sink farther in.
Kill me now! What kind of person gets stuck in a washer?
“Alisha, where are you?” Jordan yells.
“In the laundry room. I’m stuck!” I yell back, my voice muffled.
I hear him walk into the room and then realize I am in a shirt and underwear. My shirt has ridden down to my belly. How much more embarrassing could this get?
He laughs, and I can’t help but laugh along with him.
“Angel, how did you manage to do this?”
“I was trying to get that last sock.” I shift my hand and sink farther inside, my head dangerously low, almost touching the bottom.
I feel his hands on my hips, and then I’m lifted out. He sets me on my feet, and I get a blood rush from hanging upside down. I sway to the side, and Jordan pulls me into him, my belly to his front.
“Good morning.” He touches my jaw,
I smile up at him. His thumb touches my dimple. I want to kiss him. On my tiptoes, I move my mouth toward his. Jordan meets me halfway and presses his mouth to mine.
I sigh and sink into the kiss. It feels so good to kiss him; it’s indescribable. Jordan slants his head, and without hesitation, I dive into the kiss. It’s hot, wet and so freaking good to feel his mouth move over mine.
He lets my face go and runs his hands down my shoulders, past my elbows, and to my hands, which are resting on top of his shoulders. I feel his hands drift down to my ribs and down to my waist.
I am lifted off the floor and onto the counter, but I don’t dare to take my mouth away from his. I am set on top of something so I’m level with him. Not able to resist, I sink my hands into his hair. I hook my leg on his hip and pull him hard into me.
Jordan chuckles against my lips and runs his hand up my back. I run my nails down his bare back and then pull his top half hard against me.
I feel hot all over. I have never experienced anything like it; I can’t get enough. I want so much more. Those hands running down my back? I want them on other parts of my body.
His hands move down to my butt. I am lifted off the counter I was sitting on. Then I feel his hands on my butt cheeks and he squeezes them. I jump at the feel and moan without hesitation.
He finally pulls his mouth from mine and looks at me. “Angel, you turn fucking wild once I put my mouth on yours.”
I blush and shrug. He’s right though. It’s like a light switch gets turned on and I just want more. I want more of everything. His touch, his mouth. It’s not enough, and I’m aching.
Down there.
Until he kissed me last night, I had never felt like that before. Now, I ache for more.
“You hungry?” I ask him, needing the subject to change so I can wrap my head around everything.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, his eyes dark.
I shiver at the look on his face. Why do I feel like we are talking about two different things?
The gate at the entrance of the club opens. It’s guarded by three prospects, and nothing can get inside here unless we want them to. Alisha is at my back with a bulletproof vest on and a helmet that has bulletproof shit on it.
There’s no fucking way I would let her be exposed without protection. Alisha turns on with the flip of a switch when I put my lips on hers, and I know she wants so much more. When I picked her up earlier while she was kissing me like it was her last day on Earth, I felt how soaked she was for me.
It took every single ounce of control I had not to set her on the counter and make her come over and over—with my mouth, with my hands, with my cock. She’s so fucking innocent that it’s killing me. I want to do so much with her, and I know she’s a virgin, but I am not a fucking gentleman in that sense.
If I were a gentleman, I wouldn’t be thinking of fucking her into the wall until she screams my name over and over. About eating her pussy until she is limp and can’t move. She tightens her grip on my waist and one hand accidentally touches my dick.
Fuck me.
I park my bike and climb off. I lift my hand for her to take so she can climb off, and she smiles up at me slyly. I am rubbing off on her. A smile tugs on my lips.
“Well, aren’t you just a gentleman.”
My smile falls. I am not a fucking gentleman.
I help her down, and she stands in front of me. I set my hand on the small of her back and open the door for her. She steps inside, and I look down at her ass in those tight jeans. And God help me. I can’t help myself.
I smack her across the ass.
She screams in shock. She whips her head around and looks at me like she can’t believe I just did that. I shrug and wink at her.
Her shocked expression drops, and she laughs at me. I shake my head. This girl is too fucking much.
I set my hand on her hip, dangerously close to her ass. We walk into the living room in the club and I see the whole entire crew here. I hear a bunch of motorcycles outside, and my guess is it’s Lane and his men.
Jack is sitting on the couch with Jean. Kyle is in the armchair, with Chrystal on his lap. Torch is looking pissed the hell off, with Kayla in his lap, looking very pregnant. Belle is sitting beside her man on the couch. On the opposite couch is Vin beside Trey. Ryan is sitting on the end with Myra, and Mia is on the floor with Kyle’s daughter. Much to my surprise, Liam is standing across the room.
Liam sees me staring at him and walks over to me. Fuck, the kid has grown. I let Alisha go and pull him into a man hug.
“How long is your break?” I ask.
Liam smacks me on my back, and I pull back.
“Two weeks.” He looks over to Alisha and then back at me.
I pull her into my side. “This is my woman, Alisha. Alisha, Liam.”
Her eyes widen as the name sinks in. She gives him a huge smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Liam looks at me and nods in approval.
I step away from Liam and pull Alisha onto my lap in the free recliner across the room. She immediately starts chatting with Chrystal and Torch’s woman even though she hasn’t met her before.
Kyle is staring at me. He nods, and I know it’s fucking on. Kyle is still pissed, and that’s one thing you never want to fucking do. When you mess with Chrystal, he makes Butch look like a fucking child.
We are all violent fuckers, and it’s something we can’t change about ourselves. I grew up in a good home. I have two amazing parents and a baby sister who is two years younger than I am.
My mom doted on us. She always had cookies in the cookie jar. My dad taught me to be a fucking man. He is a badass motherfucker too, and I’ve seen many men fall on their asses from just looking at my dad.
My dad is a retired president of an MC that is now retired. The men didn’t want that club to continue in the town they were in. Lane took that town over, and my father is a part of the club. He helps learn his enemies.
Kyle, Torch, Butch, Trey, Vin, Ryan, and I started this one. Raleigh was a fresh start and a booming city that was still relatively small when we started, but it is growing every day. We really changed this town. We opened many, many businesses. Then we expanded through Texas.
Lane is the same as I am. He has many businesses too. We didn’t want to earn a living doing illegal shit. Kyle has a family, and we are all planning on having kids someday. We didn’t want the risk of being stuck in a prison cell. That is why we have
gone this route.
The door to the clubhouse opens and Lane walks in. I stand up, carrying Alisha with me, before setting her back in the recliner. She and the girls will sit here while we plan.
Kyle walks out of the room. We follow him, and so does Lane’s gang. We are ready to make some motherfuckers pay. Butch walks up beside me and grins at me evilly. Crazy fucker. I shake my head, smiling.
We file into the room. The members of the club sit in the chairs, and Lane’s men stand around the room, behind us. Kyle is at the top of the table, Torch to his left, the VP Ryan to his right. I’m beside Torch, and Butch is beside me. Vinny is beside Ryan, who is beside Trey. Jack, Allen, Liam, and the newest member, Locke, are there as well.
“Last night, we declared war on the Devils Slaves MC. They came to our bar last night and started shit. Lane heard them talking outside, saying it was their intent to cause drama. He threatened Techy’s woman, Alisha, and made sexual remarks to”—Kyle bangs his fist against the table—“my woman.”
Fucks are thrown out across the room because we all know the magnitude of how bad this is. Kyle will kill every single member of that club. Chrystal had it really fucking bad until Kyle. She was eight months pregnant and on the run from her old life. He saved her.
Kyle looks at everybody in the room and says, “Be vigilant eyes everywhere. No woman is to be out alone. Prospects are at your disposal. They are not to be left alone at all costs.” He sits back in his seat. “These men will hurt a woman for a laugh, but at war with a club? These men are savages.”
I nod in agreement. “I searched every single one of these men. They’re twenty of them and five are almost too old to fucking ride a bike, but…” I look at Kyle and Lane, who have young daughters. These men are a different kind of breed of bad. My stomach fucking hurts at the thought. “Three of them are registered sex offenders.”
The room turns icy cold. Kyle lifts the table and slams it back down. The table is at least six hundred pounds.
Lane throws a chair against the wall, and it shatters into a million pieces. “I’m taking my daughter out of school. I will hire a tutor. Locke, you will be my daughter’s personal fucking bodyguard. You live with us until this shit is over.”
