Her eyes brightened and she giggled. “Everything.”
“Fuckin’ right, baby. Every-fuckin-thing.” He’d said it enough times that she should know that fucking answer. “But the biggest reason I stay turned on ‘round you is cuz of you, Megan. Your kind heart and your beautiful fuckin’ soul. You fuckin’ taught me how to fuckin’ be. You showed me the meanin’ of family. Without you, I ain’t a motherfuckin’ thing, baby.”
She laid her head on his chest. “Oh, Christopher. You say the most beautiful things to me.”
He tangled his hands in her silky hair. “I ain’t sayin’ fuck-all I don’t mean. It’s been a fuckin’ privilege and the greatest fuckin’ pleasure in the world, watchin’ you…” His voice trailed off and he sighed. “Watchin’ you grow up, baby. Yet, it ain’t matterin’ to you, cuz you still love me.”
She lifted her head and caught his gaze. “You’re my everything, Christopher. I’m the woman I am today because of you. You allowed me to come into my own. You knew that no matter how much I change, my love, adoration, and admiration for you and of you, never will. I love you with my whole heart and soul, and I will until I take my last breath.”
Her words were nothing she hadn’t said before. Yet, this time, a chill came over him. He hoped like fuck it was the adrenaline of the moment rather than a fucking omen of looming disaster.
THE NEXT EVENING, JOHNNIE DONOVAN followed his wife, Kendall, into a bar and diner on the outskirts of Hortensia, to a corner booth. The place was well-lit with a retro feel to it, and was a favorite hangout of bikers, neutral ground where clubs on friendly terms commiserated.
“Oh my god, even in public they act like sixteen-year-olds,” Kendall complained as they approached the place where Christopher and Megan sat, giggling and talking amongst themselves between kisses. “Can you leave the PDA at home?”
Christopher glared at Kendall as she slid into the seat across from Megan. “Nope. I wanted your motherfuckin’ ass left home, butcha see I didn’t get my fuckin’ wish.”
“Fuck you,” Kendall retorted.
“Not even in your motherfuckin’ dreams, Kendall,” Christopher shot back.
Johnnie rolled his eyes at the exchange, but something flickered in Megan’s face before it was gone. Displeasure, maybe? He also thought he recognized her silent plea for a peaceful evening. He understood.
“Hey, Kendall,” Megan greeted with a smile. “Hey, Johnnie.”
Kendall pursed her lips, while Johnnie slid into the booth next to his wife and across from Christopher.
“So what’s up?” Megan forged on.
Johnnie would give her ‘A’ for effort. This double-date was starting with contention. Mainly due to Kendall hating the places Christopher and Megan chose for these monthly events.
“You saw me a little while ago, Meggie,” Kendall snapped. “Nothing different has happened since then.”
Picking up his bottle of beer, Christopher glared at Kendall.
“We work together,” Megan conceded, “but, you know, maybe, something interesting has happened with your kids. For instance, CJ decided he wanted to swim. It’s so cold, of course, I told him ‘no’. What do you think he did?”
Kendall glowered at Megan.
Ignoring his wife, Johnnie smiled. “He flooded one of the bathrooms and tried to “swim” on the floor.” She broke out into peals of laughter. “Of course, Christopher spanked him, but I thought it was cute.”
“You would. You think everything your son does is adorable,” Kendall pointed out, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I would’ve sent Rory to bed without a meal if he pulled that bullshit in my house, after I beat him with a belt.”
Christopher lifted a brow at Johnnie, as if he expected him to say something.
Johnnie shrugged. “Children need discipline. If I had been with Rory and he did such a thing, I would’ve spanked him, too.”
“At least you would’ve fed him,” Megan grumbled.
Kendall yanked a compact mirror out of her purse, opened it, and turned her head in several positions to better see herself from all angles. “Don’t be so sensitive. It’s rare when he’s sent to bed without an evening meal and snack. And that’s after I’m forced to spend two entire nights, every week, looking after him, until he goes to sleep.” She stuffed the compact back in her purse and fingered her hair. “Well, after all three kids.”
Megan seemed at a loss for words.
“Better your fuckin’ ass than me, Johnnie,” Christopher said calmly, sipping his beer. “Cuz, bitch, Ida fuckin’ killed you if that was my fuckin’ children you was fuckin’ with like that.”
Johnnie placed a hand on Kendall’s arm to forestall her response. “Let it go, gorgeous. I suggested these dates, so the four of us could get closer. Not to bring up controversial subjects that will tear us further apart.”
“While you were at it, you should’ve said we get to choose all the venues,” Kendall grouched. “This is the sixth month we’ve done this and the third time we’ve been in some wretched, off-the-wall place.”
Christopher opened his mouth to speak, but Megan whispered something to him, leaving him to growl and snap his mouth shut.
“You all look down on me because I’m so overwhelmed with three children that a nanny must help me with them. You don’t even give me points that I spend two evenings a week with them. My children will know what rules are. They’ll know where they can and can’t go. That’s why I don’t allow them in my bedroom, the living room, or the formal dining room. That’s why I expect them to speak only when spoken to.”
“Kendall,” Megan started, her face flushing and her eyes flashing. “You and I disagree with each other’s parenting. That’s a well-known fact, so let’s drop the subject. Our husbands want us to get closer and I won’t allow you to ruin it by bringing up stuff that you know will cause arguments.”
Kendall stiffened, but remained silent. Once their orders were placed, Christopher and Johnnie began stilted conversation. It was so hard to enjoy the evening, knowing how unhappy Kendall was because they were at a diner. Johnnie had to give Christopher and Megan credit. They never complained about the places Johnnie and Kendall chose.
Christopher whispered in Megan’s ear, grinning when she flushed. Johnnie could only imagine the dirty words his brother had spoken.
“Outlaw?”
Turning his attention away from Megan, Christopher raised his head and looked the stranger up and down. His cut proclaimed him enforcer. He sported a full beard and a brownish-blond ponytail.
“Yeah?” Christopher answered. “Who the fuck you be?”
“Randolph,” the biker answered. He held out his hand.
Christopher stared at it.
“Enforcer for the Imperials.”
Still, Christopher didn’t take Randolph’s proffered hand, while Megan bowed her head and allowed her hair to hide most of her features. Johnnie knew she did this on Christopher’s instructions. Her identity would be easy enough to discover, but Christopher didn’t want to make her too much of an easy target for their enemies.
Digging in his cut, Christopher pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Clearly, he knew who the Imperials were, when Johnnie didn’t. Unless they were the new club, recently come to town, wreaking havoc with some of the other clubs.
“One hand shake,” Randolph insisted.
“Ain’t interested, so get the fuck outta my fuckin’ face.”
Randolph dropped his hand. “My prez been trying to meet with you.”
“Good for fuckin’ him,” Christopher growled. “Still ain’t fuckin’ interested. You run women, motherfucker, so get the fuck outta my goddamn face.”
“All prez wants is the protection of the Dwellers.”
“For the last fuckin’ time, ain’t fuckin’ interested, so get the fuck outta my face.”
“You’re making a mistake,” Randolph bit out. “The Dwellers either help us…” His voice trailed off and he smiled. “Or not.”
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sp; Fed up, Christopher shot from his seat, which forced Johnnie to stand, too.
“Listen up, motherfucker,” Christopher snarled, grabbing Randolph by the cut, and bringing all activity in the place to a halt. “Ain’t got the patience for your subtle fuckin’ threats. You want fuckin’ beef with me, say it. Otherwise, shut the fuck up and get the fuck outta my face.”
Christopher shoved him away, and Randolph stumbled back.
“Outlaw, you got a problem with this fuckhead?” one of the bikers called, a voice Johnnie didn’t recognize.
Putting his hands up in surrender, Randolph backed away. “It’s fine. Let me take a piss, then I’m gone.”
“You stayin’ a-fuckin-live cuz I want your Prez to know, Ima wipe the Imperials the fuck off the face of the earth if you motherfuckers don’t leave me the fuck alone.”
Randolph smiled. “I’ll be sure to relay that message to him.”
Watching Randolph disappear around the corner and head toward the bathrooms, Johnnie waited until Christopher slid next to Megan. He was about to reseat himself, but Kendall abruptly stood.
“I need to pee,” she announced.
Johnnie wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her to him, kissing her lips.
“I’m going to suck your cock on the drive home,” she whispered.
He drew in a breath and she laughed as she walked away.
KENDALL DONOVAN WISHED SHE COULD spend the rest of the evening in the bathroom, but it was a worse shithole than the diner, so she did her business and hurried out, almost colliding with the biker who’d confronted Outlaw.
“Whoa, there, honey,” he said, grabbing her upper arms to steady her.
He smelled like motor oil.
“Aren’t you a beauty,” he continued, gazing at her in appreciation. “You were in the same booth as Outlaw.”
She nodded. “I wasn’t with him,” she informed him. She couldn’t allow anyone to think she was with that asshole. “I’m with Johnnie. I’m his wife,” she added with pride.
Randolph nodded, interest lighting his blue-gray eyes.
“I’m an attorney, not only his old lady,” she said quickly, even though she couldn’t practice law outside of Meggie’s home healthcare business. She told as many people as possible that being a wife and mother wasn’t the only things that defined her.
He grinned and held out his hand, which she gladly accepted, if only to show him she wasn’t like Christopher. His hands were hard and callused, and she couldn’t wait until he released her. She pulled her hand away with her best imitation of a shy smile.
“I might be in need of a lawyer soon,” he said, shocking her. He pulled out a little pad and a pen from the pocket of his cut, scribbled on it, then handed the paper to her.
It had his name and number. She narrowed her eyes. “What do you expect me to do with this?”
For some reason, he came across as young. Maybe, it was his cocksure attitude. On second thought, Christopher was an old motherfucker and thought he owned the world. Yet, Randolph had no lines underneath his eyes that indicated he’d been around the block a few times. While his beard covered his cheeks and chin, she didn’t detect any wrinkles.
Christopher and Johnnie rose in her mind. Other than gray hair here and there, they had no wrinkles either.
“Call me,” he said with an adorable smile, “so I can give you the details of my case.”
He had the gangliness of a young man, who hadn’t yet filled out to his full potential.
“Maybe, convince you to take it on,” he went on, unaware of how she sized him up.
A buzz started in Kendall’s head. She wanted to practice law, full time again, so badly she could almost taste it. Too often, she imagined herself in a court room, arguing on behalf of her clients. Perhaps, that’s why she always threw it out there that she was an attorney. Maybe, that’s why she still carried business cards.
“Then again, if you’re with Johnnie, who apparently is with Outlaw, you probably can’t accept.” He winked at her. “Enemies and all that jazz.”
She stiffened. “Neither my husband or Outlaw own me. I can represent whoever the hell I please.”
“That’s good to know.” He started to walk away. “Call me.”
She just might. Christopher couldn’t tell her what to do. It would be one fucking case. Johnnie would support her this time around, wouldn’t he? He had to understand how important her independence was to her. “Is there anything else you need?” she asked, nice and sweet, deciding she’d prove she was her own woman—with an identity away from the club and outside of Johnnie—one way or the other.
He grinned at her again.
She flushed. Innuendo had filled her question. The thought of taking a case flustered her. “I-I mean anyone else who might need representation?”
“Need some business, hmmm?”
Did she ever. “You can say that.”
“Outlaw got a message for me to bring to my prez, so I’ll return the favor and send him a little memo.” He studied her. “Though, I don’t think you’ll give him the warning.”
More heat rose to her cheeks. “What makes you say that?”
“The Dwellers refuse to fuck with the Imperials. Yet, here you are, willing to fraternize with the enemy.”
“Outlaw’s an asshole and I hate his guts.”
“That’s between you and him,” Randolph said with a shrug. “All I know is things might get bloody if Outlaw doesn’t get off his high horses. Mystic didn’t have me stake him out for nothing.”
“Is that the message?”
His eyes twinkled. “Nope. This is: Tell him hi from Snake and Hopper’s son.”
Before she responded, Randolph sauntered away. She didn’t know who Snake and Hopper were. Furthermore, she wasn’t a fucking messenger service, there to pass along stupid words between stupider men.
As she returned to the table and smiled at Johnnie, she pushed the message out of her head. She’d get through tonight. Tomorrow, she’d talk to Johnnie about representing Randolph. One case, away from the club, wouldn’t cause any harm.
And if he sent other cases her way? Well, she’d cross that bridge when she got to it.
FOR MOST OF THE NIGHT, Christopher tossed and turned, unable to shake the feeling he was missing something important about Randolph. The motherfucker was young, no more than twenty, but he was already the enforcer for the Imperials. Not that it was impossible. Christopher had been about twenty when Big Joe made him the enforcer, but then club life was all he’d known for years.
He just couldn’t figure out…who did Randolph remind him of? He’d met so many motherfuckers in his life, it could be anybody. A member of the Dwellers. A Freebird. A biker from another club. He’d figure it out eventually. All Christopher knew, at the moment, was the little motherfucker was too fucking sure of himself.
The Imperials had been in the area for nearly a year. Other than contacting Christopher from time-to-time about the chapter being absorbed by the Dwellers, they weren’t any trouble. But Christopher had the distinct feeling that was about to change.
He didn’t think it was coincidence that Randolph had found him at the diner. The Imperials were bad fucking news. If they’d gone through the trouble of following him, then they were going to step up pressure.
Christopher should probably make a pre-emptive strike, and blow them the fuck out of existence. He’d start planning their annihilation tomorrow. He didn’t know much about Randolph—not even a last name—but word on the street was that the motherfucker was out on bail for murder charges.
Even if the Imperials wasn’t a club that ran women, Christopher still would’ve seen them as stupid motherfuckers to let any of their boys get caught.
As dawn broke, he held Megan just a little tighter, a little closer. Before Johnnie and his bitch had arrived, Christopher and Megan had tossed around ideas to celebrate their five-year church anniversary. He wanted something simple. Any-fucking-thing to get out of wearing a fucking
monkey suit. She wanted a huge celebration, although she did seem to like the idea of going on a vacation when he’d thrown the suggestion out there.
Just as he was explaining how he’d lick her pussy on the beach, Johnnie and Kendall got there. He really didn’t know why the fuck he agreed to those double fucking dates. Everybody already rotated hosting weekly dinners in the name of bonding. But Johnnie wanted him and Kendall to have a special bond with Christopher and Megan.
For Christopher it was simple. Ditch his bitch and they’d have a special bond.
The sound of the alarm peeled through the air, and Megan jerked, shooting up to a sitting position. Scowling, Christopher slammed his hand on the snooze button and pulled his wife back into his arms.
“I’ve got to get up,” she mumbled.
“Rest just five fuckin’ more minutes, baby,” he answered, kissing the top of her head. “It ain’t gonna hurt nothin’.”
“Umkay,” she said groggily, and let out a little snore.
Christopher grinned. The app on his phone alerted him that his alarm was being disabled and his front door was opening. Bunny and her son had arrived. Like clockwork, Digger’s old lady, who was Megan’s assistant, arrived at six in the morning. On weekdays, Megan woke up at that time and, within fifteen minutes, was working alongside Bunny to get their brood ready for their day. On weekends, Christopher insisted Megan stay in bed two extra hours. He wanted her to rest longer, but she refused.
“What do you want for breakfast?” she asked around a yawn, a few minutes later, sounding as if she was still half-asleep. Once her alarm went off, though, she never fell back into a long sleep. Her internal clock wouldn’t allow it.
He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy, palming her lips and clit. She groaned and opened her thighs. At her invitation, he removed his arm from underneath her head, allowing it to fall onto the pillow, and slid down. He tongued her pebble-hard nipple, then sucked her tit into his mouth.
She caressed the hair at his nape. Chills ran along Christopher’s spine, and he grunted as she lifted her hips and ground her pussy against his hand, inviting him inside of her.
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