Legion of Guardians: (Book 1-5)

by Xyla Turner

  “Where are we headed?” She asked.

  “Going to Mika’s Seafood. Over in Lancaster,” I answered.

  She nodded and we rode almost in silence until halfway there, Avery said, “Shiz, I didn’t know you owned a shop. That’s really awesome. Like, you’re further along than any twenty-eight-year-old I know. Own multiple homes, have your own shop. I’m just impressed.”

  The left side of my mouth rose up in a smirk but I didn’t look at her, just answered, “Thanks. Means something that you feel that way. It’s the club mostly. It was Razor’s vision. He wanted us to be able to not only be Guardians and guard, but sustain ourselves comfortably and legally. We have a lot of ventures but he’s all about entrepreneurship and even mentioned something about expanding. So I’ll have more shops.”

  “Wow,” Avery said with awe. “That’s a great club to be in. I wish women could join. You know, maybe we ladies can start our own club. The female guardians. Ohhhh! No, the Lady Guardians.”

  I outright laughed because the reality was, they sort of already had their own thing going in a club-like way. It didn’t sound like a bad idea.

  “Might be on to something,” I replied. “I’m sure the ladies might be all over that.”

  “Speaking of clubs, I was thinking of joining those self-defense classes at Bronx’s gym, RIGOR.” She threw her left fist out in a jab while making what I assumed was a punching grunt. “I think I can do it.”

  “Somebody after you?” I asked with a laugh because the woman was seriously silly.

  She turned towards me and said in a low voice, “Not yet. Cause after I get finished with...”

  The car rolled to a stop, causing her to cease speaking.

  “Oh my God, Shiz.” Avery gasped. “This place is so nice.”

  A smile was on my face, I knew and couldn’t really help it. She brought that out in me, smiling and laughing and not at anyone else’s expense except she was fucking hilarious.

  “Come on,” I said as I opened my door.

  We entered the seafood restaurant and sat in a booth sharing childhood memories. The club and how I came to join. I shared about my brothers and the mission. Avery told me about growing up with her family, what she wanted to do, and how she planned to get there. She asked about different people she’s met in the club or even affiliated. I caught her up on the various stories of my brothers and her new sister group. Then I took her back to my place, which was only thirty minutes away from the restaurant.

  “Had this all planned out, huh?” she teased when we walked into the three-bedroom house.

  “That bother you?” I ask, while locking the door.

  “No,” she said and made herself at home. “Wow, Shiz. You have some awesome taste.”

  Her eyes feasted on an image above the side table in the foyer. I did not share that I created it but murmured, “Thanks.”

  “You don’t like compliments, do you?” She turned towards me. “You just act like I said the sky is blue or something.”

  There were a number of snarky things I could have said, but now that she was in my house, in my space, I felt like an unleashed animal. As if I was free to go out into the wild but was never taught how to be civil. Pushing her up against the wall would probably scare her. Turning her over my knee and spanking her ass until I saw the reddish tone would probably get me slapped again. Therefore, I moved towards the kitchen and breathed the best I could, in what seemed like stifling air.

  “Shiz,” she called and followed me. “Is everything alright? Did I say something?”

  Fuck.

  “No um, just feeling kind of off, that’s it,” I shared while opening a beer and getting her a bottle of water, which seemed to be what she wanted at the restaurant.

  “I can leave, if you want. Uber is pretty close to this area,” she offered and went for her phone.

  Dammit.

  Taking a quick swig, I went to her and said, “No need.”

  I took her hand and moved her towards the couch so we could sit.

  “I’m not used to this,” I confessed. “The whole date thing and you’re this gorgeous creature that I’m a little scared of because I don’t want to mishandle you. Yet, I want to devour you and I’m feeling a bit on edge. Don’t want to scare you, sweetheart but that’s just the honest truth.”

  I took another long pull from the can and put it down on the magazine table. With certainty, I knew she had already pressed the button for the Uber ride. However, when I looked up, the phone was in her purse, on the couch. Her face was unreadable but the glint in her eyes seemed a little mischievous.

  Avery stood up and I swear I was ready to tackle her and make her stay. Then she did the most unexpected thing and the beast growled within me.

  The woman walked back towards my stairs, while bending down to flip the dress over her head and cast it aside on the banister. There she stood in a camisole type shirt and a thong, showing off her short curvy body, beautiful round ass and those legs that were encased with straps on a heel. My cock came to life within seconds and that was when I realized, she was teasing me. Testing me. Wanted me.

  “You don’t scare me, Shiz,” Avery said before turning around and walking up the steps.

  In the motion, she tore off that little excuse for a shirt and threw it, which was my breaking point. Fuck the lights, shutting the house down, the beer or the stain it was bound to make on my table. I was on the move, three stairs at a time until I had her against the wall with her face pressing against the drywall in the hallway.

  “You like teasing me, don’t you?” I breathed in her ear with my arm wrapped around her chest. “Like making me into a madman, huh?”

  “Yes,” she exhaled.

  “Averyyy,” I groaned as I pressed my cock into her back.

  Her butt backed up into me because she was asking for this. Allowing my hands to roam over her creamy skin was unleashing the beast within me. She needed gentle and someone under control. I was neither.

  “Shizz,” she moaned. “I promise not to bite too hard.”

  Holy fuck.

  Enough.

  Tossing her around and throwing her over my shoulder was not done in the gentlest way but I was beyond niceties. Kicking my bedroom door open, I threw her on it and as soon as she landed with a couple of bounces, I was on top of her, caging her in. My mouth was on hers, those hands were all over me and I was grinding my cock into her wet thong-covered heat.

  When I came up for air, I said through gritted teeth, “Bite, hit, nip, smack, or slap as hard as you want.” I nipped her lip. “I like it rough.”

  Her fingers combed through my hair, right about my ears while she said in a low voice, “Good to know.”

  Ripping off my shirt, pulling my jeans down and grabbing for the condoms, was a Sonic the hedgehog move. Then I slowed down to kiss and slap each of those perky nipples until they stayed at attention for me. Swollen from my bites and abused from each touch of my hand. Then I spread those short legs as far as they could go, ripped her thong off and latched my mouth on her glistening, pink pearl. It was just sitting there, wet and hiding behind her hood. With plump lips encasing my treasure, I continued to suck and inserted two fingers inside of her wet heat.

  Damn, she was tight.

  Avery’s hands curled into my hair as her body began to move up and down, chasing her release. I would deny it, like she had been teasing me but it would happen only when I allowed it. Oh, my sweet girl didn’t like that.

  “Fuck,” she whined. “Why’d you stop?”

  With her legs wide open and he swollen pearl more prominent in between her legs, I smacked her pussy with four fingers and Avery fell apart as I rubbed it sideways.

  “Oh my Godddd,” she said while coming. “Ahhhh.”

  All I could do was smile and watch my hellion fall under. Sliding on the condom, I began to work my cock in her tight heat, but the woman was literally virgin tight.

  “Fuck, Avery,” I groaned.

  Her hands cir
cled around my neck, pulling me down to her and whispered in my ear, “You’re my first. You can have it, Shiz.”

  Oh hell.

  Fuck me.

  The beast did not unleash but went back into its cage. As I started to disengage, Avery pulled me back.

  “No, no. I want this.” She was pleading.

  “Avery,” I murmured as I shook my head and tried to pull back more. “Why are you just telling me?”

  Having to use special maneuvers to get away from her hold, I fell down on the bed to face her. Her eyes were bright with confusion and unanswered questions, but that bit of information took me for a loop. Avery West of the Westonians was a virgin and she wanted me to claim it.

  Fuck.

  Man.

  I wasn’t too sure about that shit.

  At all.

  “Why’d you stop?” she asked. “Why is that different?”

  “You’re a virgin,” I spit out. “That’s serious shit Avery. Not to be played with. That will impact your whole life and not something you can just give back. It’s fucking serious.”

  She jumped up, nabbing the sheet so it covered her and yelled back, “You don’t have to tell me, Shiz. I know.”

  Then she jumped from the bed and marched out of the room. Disposing of the condom and throwing on some boxers, I went after her to find her on the phone with the dress on.

  Oh no.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I snapped.

  “Going home.”

  “Nope,” I said and snatched the phone from her. “You don’t get to leave, sweetheart. We talk about this like adults but you’re staying here tonight and you’re staying in my bed, even if I got to make you.”

  She took one step towards me and I knew, I was one smack away from flipping her over my knee.

  “You don’t tell me what I can and cannot do, I’ve already explained this to you before, but my father lives in Mt. Pleasant and he don’t even tell me what to do. Therefore, the man who won’t take my virginity, you really don’t.” She was looking up at me with steely determined eyes but beyond that, there was hurt.

  I dipped down and kissed her lips.

  “You think I don’t want to be the first?” I whispered against her lips. “Woman, you’d make my life. I just want you to be sure. Stay. Okay? Stay, give it the night to think about it and then we talk.”

  I kissed her again and I could feel my cock come alive but I kept taking whatever she’d give me. Leading her back upstairs, I pulled her under the covers and got in behind her.

  “Get some rest and tomorrow we talk,” I said to her.

  “Mmmhmm,” she agreed and soon after fell asleep.

  I prayed by the morning, I could make my own decision if I was going to pursue things with her. Shit, I don’t even know why I stopped. She was fucking with me on so many levels, I wasn’t able to think straight, act right or anything. I needed to talk to someone. Why the hell would her being a virgin deflate everything. Literally.

  I was a head case.

  Over a girl.

  Fuck, I was turning into my brothers.

  The Guardians.

  THE NEXT MORNING, THINGS were no clearer, but I wanted to see where Avery was in her own mind about everything. If she wanted to, I’d push it off and if she didn’t then what did that mean. I wasn’t willing to let her go but I ...fuck.

  My hand landed on something soft but it wasn’t warm and it wasn’t Avery.

  Pressing harder, I felt nothing but cushion causing me to turn back the covers and see a pillow. The sweet aroma of coffee filled the room, which brought a semblance of comfort that maybe she didn’t bail.

  The kitchen light was on but there was coffee and the faint smell of bacon that lingered in the air. On the counter was a cardboard note over a plate that read,

  Morning, your breakfast is in the microwave.

  Thanks for everything.

  Avery West

  Why that pissed me right the hell off, only someone smarter than me could know what the fuck it was. A dismissal. She wasn’t in the house, she had left in the middle of the goddamn night.

  She’d bailed.

  Goddammit.

  9 Chapter 9

  AVERY WEST

  Before I was anything, I was a woman. More importantly, I was a West woman and there was a damn good reason I was a virgin because of my West status. Meaning, Lenora West did not play when it came to education about one’s body, emotions and sex. Just like she wanted us to know about race relations on another level, she also wanted me to know about women relations and my responsibility to myself above anyone else.

  A man unsure of what to do with a woman like me, was not worth giving it up to. It didn’t take a genius to know that Shiz was familiar with the ladies. They eyed him all the time and those looks were of longing and knowing. He didn’t return them when he was with me but I saw it.

  Yesterday was amazing as we learned more about each other but the mere look in that man’s face when I shared my virgin status. He was scared, panicked even. He didn’t want a relationship or commitment.

  That bothered me. So much so that I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling like I needed to get out. Making him a quick breakfast and setting the coffee to brew, I left with no plans to return.

  Plus, my brother was home and he needed my help. Whether he wanted it or not.

  After spending time on campus with his silly friends and conscientious girlfriend, I headed to my next task. He was fine, but I was still seeking my vengeance against the ones who harmed him. I was about to tell Shiz that but I’m glad I didn’t since he was not the man I thought.

  Nathan’s girlfriend told me that my brother might not see clearly in his left eye again and he might always walk with a limp. That bit of news solidified it for me.

  The King of Westonians taught both his kids how to use and wield a knife. A gun too but I kept the firearm locked away. The knife, that’s what I needed to do my next duty.

  The Viper club had a party which meant all of their bikes were unoccupied. Slashing the tires of each of them was one thing but cutting the hoses, seats and strapped for all bags was another. So, I got to work. I counted twenty-three bikes with most of them Harley’s and I started puncturing each of them. I made it to bike eight, when a large hand grabbed me, growling, “What the fuck are you doing you stupid butch.”

  The stale alcoholic odor from him mixed with his grotesque body scent, I nearly threw up. However, once his eyes cleared and he saw the damaged I’d done so far, he growled and slapped me across my face, which catapulted me to the ground, causing me to knock down a bike. This caused a domino effect and each of them was knocked over to my left.

  That shit stung but I scrambled to my feet. Though it was too late.

  Men began pouring out of the bar, shouting and yelling, “What the fuck?”

  It wasn’t until they saw the damage that they put two and two together.

  “It was her,” the stinky man yelled. “She’s out here fucking up our shit.”

  They all looked ready to kill me but one big guy walking with a slight limp parted the crowd and hushed the drunk men. He had the Viper’s logo with President under his patch on the cut.

  “Who are you with?” he asked and didn’t seem as inebriated as the rest.

  “Nobody.” I stood up tall, despite being outnumbered. “That was for my brother, the one you stomped outside the Puff Bar a few weeks ago.”

  The President looked around in confusion, then he asked the guy to his right, “Know anything about this?”

  The man leaned in and whispered something in his ear and then backed up. The President eyed me but in a different way this time, from head to toe.

  “You’re pretty ballsy coming here alone and fucking with our bikes,” he noted. “You’re going to pay for that shit though. One way or another.”

  “I’ll take a piece of that ass,” the guy who hit me said behind me. “Gladly.”

  “Not before me.” Another o
ne barked.

  Holy shit.

  This is what I get for doing first and asking questions later. For all this bullshit, I should have let Shiz have my virginity than have it taken by a bunch of bikers about to rape and run a train on me.

  Shit.

  It was too late to run and too late to call anyone. Mom and Dad would freak and get themselves hurt. Nathan was already recovering from the beatdown he received from these men. So, that left nobody.

  A roar of bikes rode up and if I thought there would be some relief, then I was sadly mistaken.

  The khakis gave away the first guy, and I knew it was Slay. I breathed easy until I saw the look he gave me, like I was the scum of the earth.

  “Looks like we’re interrupting,” he said with an easy smile to the President.

  “Just some old club shit,” he replied. “About to be fixed now. Grudge, take her to the compound.”

  “Gladly,” replied the smelly man who hit me.

  Large hands grabbed the back of my neck to the point of pain and he pushed me forward.

  “You do know she’s a Guardian bitch, right?” Slay said as a throwaway.

  “Fuck those goddamn angels,” the President barked. “They think they can just come on our turf, fuck up our shit and that’s okay. Fuck all of them. If they want to come for this bitch they can, and we’ll be waiting.”

  The man was going off but it did cause the guy Hedge to stop.

  “Well, that would make sense if you had a strategy, but you don’t and this will have blowback. You prepared for that?” Slay said in a knowing way which meant he knew the club wasn’t.

  The big man kept pushing me forward smelling of old musk and alcohol.

  “Stop,” the President snapped causing the man to grumble under his breath.

  He jerked me back and slowly turned around.

  “What?” The reeking man snapped in his drunken haze.

  “Let her go.” The president eyed the man. “Slay, here has a fucking point. We start this premature bullshit then we lose our shipment. Those angels will be on our ass and we don’t need that right now.”