Taking a step back, my cock falls from her mouth but it’s still leaking cum, making it spread over her chin and falling down her tits. Fuck. Palming my cock, I’m able to prolong my orgasm and coat her skin some more.
“That’s a vision,” I croak.
I trail my thumb over her chin and force my digit into her mouth. She willingly swirls her tongue around it as if her hunger isn’t stilled yet. Cupping her face, I lean down and give her a slow kiss, tasting myself on her tongue.
Pulling back, I raise her to her feet and rest my forehead against hers. “Game on.” I chuckle. “Let me catch my breath so we can do a rematch.”
Her arms circle my neck and she pulls me into her embrace. Feels damn weird and yet oh so fucking right. We just stand there, holding each other, my wet cock pressing against her belly. Nothing sexual but instead it’s intimate. I’ve never opened up or cared enough to think about a woman’s perspective, in all things of life, and yet here I am, holding on to the one person who gives me the answers to all the questions I ever had.
It’s her. I damn well knew when I first saw her, thank fuck I claimed her when I did. Even though our road started out with construction at every mile, I don’t think either of us could have made it this far without it. My phone gives a buzz in my pocket, making me groan in annoyance to be pulled out of this moment.
“Go on,” she says those words on a smile before she steps back. “Pick it up, it could be important.”
I regretfully reach for my pants and grab my phone out of my pocket. It’s a text from Calix telling me we’re all set. I look back and contemplate telling her. Then again, I don’t want to ruin the moment. With what we’ve built up so far...it can easily by tainted with shit from her past. Besides...it’s personal for me; I need to do this.
“I need to head out for a bit. I’m taking Calix with me and Brandlee wanted to come too. I’ve got shit to handle. Okay?” I ask her as I put on my jeans.
She reaches for her clothes and starts to dress. “Sure.”
In the past I didn’t even look at a cunt’s face; I didn’t care enough to do so. I wanted something, I needed something, always I, I, I. Always thinking about myself and never the other person giving me something. And why should I because it’s my life. Except...I don’t live in that world anymore. I thought it would be hard to change but it’s like I’ve been wearing blinders all my life and she’s the one that ripped them off, allowing me to see the bigger picture. The future and what might be.
That also allows me to see the hurt in her eyes making me put my palm against her cheek and slide my thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m going to hurry back, yeah?”
There, a fucking smile and that damn dimple.
“Fuck. You’re my undoing when you give me that, you know?” I croak while confusion spreads across her face. “That dimple, that smile. Fucking beautiful.” I kiss her hard and tell her, “Wait up for me,” before I’m out the door.
Brandlee is standing next to his truck and in front of it is a row of bikes. Zack, Dams, Pokey, C.Rash, and Calix are standing in front of their bikes.
C.Rash walks up to me and holds out his keys. “Take good care of her, and I’ll return the favor...although I won’t touch yours,” he adds on a chuckle.
I take his keys and punch his shoulder. “You better not, brother...that woman inside is all mine.”
He nods and goes inside. Thank fuck I don’t have to ride with Brandlee in his truck. When I set this up I asked for a brother or two to go with but I didn’t expect four, including my Prez and VP to be here.
Stepping closer, Zack puts his hand on my shoulder. “This is it, you ready?” I give him a sharp nod. “No damn way any of us were going to miss this. If this shit gets out, and I fucking guarantee it will with what I heard you were planning, I want to look my ol’lady in the eye and know I had my part in it, yeah?”
My fucking throat clogs up, fuck. This is it. My brothers. My family. Standing right beside me and ready to retaliate.
“Let’s ride,” I growl, making all my brothers roar in sync.
It takes over four hours to drive to the other state. Good thing Calix set things up already or it would have taken us more time to get ready. We walk into the empty warehouse where two brothers are standing from the Chicago chapter. I’ve met them many times but damn, it’s a long time since I’ve seen either one. Rhett is the Prez of the Chicago Areion Fury MC chapter, and Deckard is his VP.
“Brothers, thanks for your help on this short notice,” Zack says and shakes Rhett’s hand.
“Always, brother,” Rhett replies. “Glad to help. Although we were a bit disappointed there when we weren’t allowed to kick ass. Knowing what those fuckwads did.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve got a plan for those fuckers. One you’re allowed to watch if you like,” I quip, making them both look my way, a smile spreading both faces.
“Brandlee, you’re up. Grab the gear and let’s get this shit moving,” Dams bellows as we all jump into action.
We’ve managed to set up a corner of the warehouse as part of a bedroom. There are a few BDSM elements that Calix arranged from somewhere we needed to hold two guys. Saint Andrew's Cross, that’s what Calix called them. We’ve also bought two sets of latex outfits. One for Brandlee, don’t ask...and one for that ex fucker who’s about to have some motherfucking payback.
The other two buddies Simi’s ex brought in to play? Yeah...we’ve brought them in to play too. They’re each strapped to a Saint Andrew's Cross, legs spread, arms up, a damn suffocation mask on their heads. That’s right, we’re going to have a little fun, with the camera rolling that is. Three porn stars in the making. Except Simi’s ex won’t be the star in all of this. His role will be played out the moment the video is going to hit all his employees.
“No sound, right?” Pokey raises his eyebrow at Deckard.
“Nah, man. It’s just the image we’re streaming, that’s it. You’re free to talk...like this, looking sharp there, Brandlee. Shake that tight latex covered ass my way, I wanna spank that shit.” Deckard roars with laughter when Brandlee flips him off.
Yes. Like I mentioned, Brandlee is wearing an all-black latex damn fucking tight suit. He’s even got one of those masks on and he looks like the transvestite version of cat woman. But it’s all for one reason and one reason only. He’s going to beat the shit out of the other two guys who Simi’s ex brought in to rape her. We’re not going to touch Simi’s ex. At. All. He’s going to get a whole special brand of payback.
If I wasn’t seeing this shit with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. And fuck...it’s damn twisted to have Calix standing there talking calm as shit to Brandlee and giving instructions that Simi’s brother is following up to a tee.
“Now insert it into the urethra and spread it wide,” Calix says and fuck...I think all the brothers around us grab their junk and wince.
Brandlee on the other hand? He doesn’t appear to have any problem with shoving tiny spreading arms into a guy’s slit and open that sucker up wide. Oh, and repeating the action with the other dude. That’s exactly why he wanted in and why I told him in the first place.
I couldn’t just kill these fuckers. I mean, I could and no one would ever find them again, but how is that payback for the shit Simi went through? I had something in mind and asked Calix about it and fuck...that man is full of very sick and twisted ideas but this? Yeah. Way better than the easy kill. I mean... urethral stretchers for starters.
Brandlee goes on for over three hours and fuck...I don’t think the two dudes, who are each spread wide on the Saint Andrew's Cross, are even alive anymore. I mean, yeah...that was the whole point, kill those fuckers in a fucked-up snuff film and make it seem as Simi’s ex did it. Hence the two latex outfits since Brandlee has the same body type as that idiot so it seems like it’s the ex on the video killing his buddies. Or fucking his buddies to death that is. Sex play gone wrong...that’s how this is going into the books, with Simi’s ex as a prime suspect, evide
nce on a loop.
During the video, Brandlee acted kinda stoned out of his mind, showing the camera what he took. We needed that because we’ll have Simi’s ex take some shit too so it’s in his bloodstream, everything to put him on the scene, fingerprints everywhere...Air. Fucking. Tight.
“That’s it folks. Brandlee, you can step away for a moment so that dick can stumble into view. Yeah, like that...perfect, guys. Now, enough of this shit, it’s time to lock and load and rat out to some cops.” Calix chuckles.
Damn. I thought it never ended. Dams grabs the laptop that was attached to the camera and brings it to Brandlee’s truck. He pulls open the back door and says, “Here you go, love. Do your magic.”
What the actual fuck? Okay, Brandlee has tinted windows you can’t see shit through but...seriously. “You brought your ol’lady?”
“Hey,” Nerd snaps. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. And you, mister...you totally rock. Thank you. I misjudged you and I’m sure all of us did at some point. But damn...did you pull through now. Everleigh is damn lucky to have you in her life.” She fucking beams at me.
“You better not say shit.” I glare back at the woman.
“Nope, she won’t hear it from me. But I won’t guarantee this video won’t ever play out in front of her because I’m going to shoot this to every employee in his company and after that leak it on to the World Wide Web. There, done.” Nerd looks at her ol’man. “Now that he knows I’m here, is it okay I ride back with you?”
“Fuck, yeah,” Dams growls and gives his woman a kiss.
My chest aches with the longing to be with my own woman. But first we need to get everything wrapped up and leave it all clean enough for the cops to find this fucker in the middle of burying his two friends that he accidentally killed during their fucked-up sex games.
Oh, yeah...not just kill two and blame Simi’s ex...nope, we’re going to strip their dignity and ruin their fucked-up status along with it. And that fucker is going to rot in jail if he ever gets that far. Because we’ve got friends in all places who will gladly give him one final message. Or maybe he’ll get a little surprise himself when he gets into a cell, I’m kinda counting on that.
Chapter 10
***Simi***
The rumble of bikes makes me run to the door. Opening up, I see the guys getting off while my brother parks his truck and gets out. Sico steps toward me and holds out his arms. Not even thinking, I rush forward and launch myself at him. He grunts but doesn’t so much as step back to balance himself. That’s my man, solid muscle.
“I missed you. Dammit. Gone all day with everybody. Why wasn’t I allowed to go with you, huh?” I grumble somewhat frustrated and yet I don’t want to complain because here he is...holding me. He held out his damn arms for me to jump in.
“Sorry, beautiful. From now on you’ll be right there with me, whatever and whenever, okay?” he promises me.
“Hey, you two, can I hug my sister for a moment? I need to head out because I have an early day at the shop tomorrow. Blue and I need to work because we don’t have a game room to decorate, you know?” Brandlee chuckles.
Sico kisses my temple and lets me slide out of his arms. Brandlee doesn’t wait but wraps me in a bear hug while taking advantage to whisper in my ear. “He’s a good guy, sis. Grab that sucker by the balls and don’t let go.”
“Jesus, Lee,” I choke.
“No joke, Everleigh. I gave him my blessing so take his ring when he asks. I assure you he’s more man than anyone. I admire that fucker...no shit, sis...that fucker will raise hell for you and will come out dragging the devil himself behind him. I can’t think of any man that would be more worthy.”
I pull back and look into my brother’s eyes. “Why the fuck are you getting all sentimental and weird on me? Did ya’ll go on some kind of team building survival shit or something?”
“Or something.” My brother chuckles.
“Well, next time I’m coming too so we can skip this weirdness.” I fake glare at my brother but he just hugs me tight again before giving me a kiss on the top of my head.
“See ya later, sis.” My brother punches Sico in the shoulder who slaps him on his. “Later, dude.”
“Night, Lee.” I give Brandlee one final wave before his truck disappears around the corner.
I watch how everyone says goodnight, C.Rash coming out of the house and getting his keys from Sico before he too leaves. Calix, me, and Sico stroll back into the house.
Ransom is watching TV when Calix taps him on the shoulder. “Can you stay up? I’m beat and would like to get a few hours of shuteye.”
“Sure, I’m good. Take the whole night. If something’s up I’ll wake ya, ‘kay?” Ransom waits for Calix’s nod before the TV gets his full attention again.
Sico laces his fingers with mine and pulls me toward the stairs. “Come on. I need a shower and you’re keeping me company.”
Okay then, no point in arguing with that. I let him take lead and after a long, and extremely hot shower and by this I’m not talking about the temperature of the water, we finally make it into bed. Snuggling close, we both revel in the comfort we’re giving each other while drifting off to sleep.
Loud knocking draws me out of my sleep. I hear Sico groan just before the bedroom door barges open, Calix is standing there with a hard look on his face. “Both of you get dressed and ready to go within five minutes.” He spins around and closes the door behind him.
Sico jumps out of bed and starts to get dressed. My mind is still trying to play catch-up when Sico urges, “Come on, Simi, get dressed, now. Something is going down, come on. Calix never messes around. Never. Whatever it is, it won’t be good.”
Sico grabs his gun and straps a knife to his ankle. His words make me jump out of bed and grab clothes, dressing with lightning speed. I’m rushing down the stairs right behind Sico but when we get to the living room and see the look on Ransom’s face, fear hits me hard. Pity. He’s looking as if he’s feeling so damn sorry for me. Why?
“What is it?” I whisper.
“Can you please sit down first, Everleigh?” Calix says in a soothing tone.
“No,” I snap. “Tell me, dammit. What the hell is going on?”
“I’m sorry, Everleigh. So, fucking sorry to tell you that your brother died a little over an hour ago.” Calix’s words enter my ears, flow through my brain, and yet don’t make any sense.
“No,” I tell him. “You’re full of bullshit. He’s at work, I just saw him yesterday, he’s at fucking work. He has to be, he is.”
Sico puts his arms around me but I shove him away. “Don’t touch me,” I seethe and turn my attention back to Calix while I grab my phone from the table. “I’ll call him and then your sick and twisted story will backfire because he always answers.”
I punch speed dial and wait for my brother to pick up. I wait and wait till it goes straight to voicemail. I hit redial and wait...he’s not answering. “That doesn’t mean shit,” I growl at the faces who are all looking at me with guarded expressions.
“What happened?” Sico asks Calix.
“We’re guessing the Cape Town crew threw a grenade similar to what they used on Pokey’s house. Remember how it trashed the living room but didn’t do extensive damage? Yeah...Blue and,”
I gasp. Oh God, Blue...she’s pregnant with twins...oh God.
Calix clears his throat. “And someone threw the grenade inside when Brandlee just opened the shop. Blue was in the back along with Brandlee. Blue didn’t know what was happening until Brandlee lunged for her and brought them to the ground. He threw himself over her and that right there saved Blue...but...there was a piece that sliced through his jugular. Other shit lodged in his back. If it wasn’t for him...Blue, hell, even the fucking unborn twins would have died.”
Calix looks right at me when he says, “He’s had my respect for years. A fucking good guy. I’m proud to have known the man. Your brother died a damn hero, Everleigh.”
Again, his words reach m
e and yet they don’t process. Total numbness takes over as I drag myself toward a chair and fall into it, staring at the ceiling while my thoughts show me a picture of my brother...my brother who I’ve just been told isn’t alive anymore. I’m trying to get a grasp on the situation, on my feelings, but I can’t.
Time seems to merge together, numbing me. I’m being guided out of the house in a truck. As I’m looking out the window at the blur of colors that flash by, everything is meaningless. I feel like my lungs have shrunk, I can’t seem to get enough air inside me.
It’s unrealistic and yet here I am, about an hour after I’ve been told. I’m staring down at his body. Sico is behind me with his arms wrapped around me, and in this moment, I lean on his strength to pull me through.
I should blame him, should think it’s his fault for pulling the Cape Town crew’s attention on to us, except the reality is that he was already connected with Areion Fury. And besides, why should the blame be placed on someone who didn’t pull the pin from the grenade? Someone who didn’t throw the grenade, or didn’t order this, didn’t want this in any way.
In the end? Nothing matters, because I’m here staring at my brother’s lifeless body. Nothing will ever change that. I want to cry so bad and yet my eyes and cheeks are dry. I feel empty and lost. No family left, it’s just me now. Brandlee has always been there for me, even when I closed myself off after what happened to me because of my ex, I pushed him away but he wouldn’t let me. He even dragged me back to him, to move and work at his tattoo shop. Work...his store...everything is lost. Like me.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s go.” Sico’s soft voice flows through the cold room as he starts to guide me out.
I don’t want to leave. If I leave, then it’s final. I will never see him again and yet I know he won’t ever be there for me to talk to, to laugh, to punch his shoulder if he’s being an idiot. My brother...He’s gone. He’s...
“Noooooo,” I scream.
Sico’s arms tighten around me as I fight with all that I have.
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