by Crimson Syn
I noticed some commotion in a booth at the far end, and when the crowd parted my eyes landed on the sexiest pair of legs I’d ever seen. The blonde I’d spotted earlier was sitting on the edge of the booth, her long delicate legs crossed in front of her, and she was wearing a tight black dress that left little to the imagination. As Espino placed his hand around her shoulder, she shifted and showed me there was only a thin lacy thong hiding her from any man’s view... from me. My cock came to life instantly at the rich sound of her laughter.
I took a swig of my drink and pointed to the glass, signaling for a refill. My eyes tore themselves away from her and took in the scene. There were at least twelve assholes. They looked a little comical from my angle. Mostly heavy set, except for one, the damn Porcupine, the leader of this murdering group. He currently had his paws on my woman, or at least she was going to be mine. She didn’t know it yet but her fate was fucking sealed. As his hand went to her knee, I had this beastly urge to rip his head off.
I frowned and breathed, shaking my head and forcing myself to cool down. Wherever the fuck that thought had come from, needed to disappear and fast. I rubbed my chin as I ran my eyes down my temptation’s legs. I let them linger on her plush tits for a moment only to slide up her slender neck and along her high cheekbones. I gazed at her pretty lips and suddenly she bit down on the plush bottom lip. My cock leapt in its confines and when I looked up at her I swallowed hard, I’d gotten caught and the pretty vixen was staring right back at me. Her big brown eyes took me in, taking her sweet ass time looking me over, and she licked her lips arching her brow as she gazed down at my growing bulge. I wanted to stand so she could get a good look at what I had hidden under the table for her. When her eyes trailed slowly back up to mine, I arched my eyebrow and shrugged, giving her a small smile as I tipped my glass at her. Why not have a little fun before I left? Something she could remember me by.
She slowly stood and looked over her shoulder at me as she bent down low. My eyes grazed her toned thighs and I growled low and deep as I took in that sweet ass of hers. She winked at me, swaying slightly and then leaned in to kiss Rafael Espino on the cheek. He swatted her plump ass and stared at it as she walked away. Her head tilted my way and she winked at me, sashaying those sexy hips towards the back of the bar. Shadows engulfed her and my mind went crazy with images of what I’d like to do with her in those shadows. Seeing the telltale signal, I quickly slid out of my booth and went towards the back. I followed her scent of sweet cherries as I made my way to the bathroom. I stood at the door for a moment and adjusted my cock before I presented myself. It was the least I could do.
I slammed the door open and she gasped as she looked up at me through the mirror. She was gorgeous, all wide eyed and beautiful. I froze in that second, feeling like I was in some kind of erotic porno and she was my sexy as fuck co-star ready to please me in any way possible. Her hand grazed down her neck and across the curve of her breasts and I swallowed hard.
Oh fuck! I’m a goner.
I growled as I locked the door behind me, watching her fearless expression through the reflection of the mirror.
“This is the ladies room.” she stated matter-of-factly.
“I know,” I whispered, my voice a low rumble. I held her eyes for a moment, before I let them slide down her round backside and down the length of those sexy legs.
“I suggest you leave,” she turned and faced me.
I raised an eyebrow and smirked. “I came for you. Why would I leave?”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “For me?”
I licked my lips as my eyes travelled up to her abundant cleavage. I nearly groaned from the urge to touch her. “For you, yes.”
“Did La Cruz send you?”
My eyes shot to hers, but I remained stoic. Didn’t want her to know that I was well aware of who she was talking about. “Is that why you lured me in here?”
“I don’t know if I’d call that luring. You were like a puppy begging for my attention.”
I smirked realizing the analogy was pretty on point. “So, what did you want me for, if not to give you the fucking of a lifetime.”
She laughed at me. Literally threw her head back and laughed, instead of getting offended. I liked that. I realized I liked it a lot as I felt my cock start to throb. “I suggest you watch your tongue around me. I belong to The Gremlins. You lay a hand on me and they’ll chop it off.”
I shrugged. “The Gremlins, Los Perdidos, I’ve dealt with fuckers like this before,” I leaned in and whispered, as if I were telling her a secret. “I eat losers like that for lunch.”
“You don’t say?” Her eyes roamed over my body and I took a few steps closer to her. My eyes lingered on her tits as she turned to face me, leaning back on the counter, her arms behind her, her tits propped up in offering. “And you think you can take them on?”
I gave her a cocky grin and made my way closer to her. “I know I can.”
“And you think you can take me on?”
I made a low rumbling sound as I took a step closer. “Fucking watch me.”
Her eyes took me in slowly, taking her time as she lingered on my chest and roamed down to my growing bulge. I gave out a deep guttural growl and her coffee brown eyes held mine as she visibly shivered for me.
The sexual tension between us could be cut with a knife and I couldn’t help but reach out, running my fingertips up her arm. She bit her lip and I smiled in satisfaction. I got closer to her. My frame consuming her smaller one. I leaned down slowly as my fingertips played with the strap of her dress. My eyes held hers as I dipped my head, dragging my nose along the curve of her neck and inhaling her.
“God, you smell good. Clean. Fresh. Does your pussy smell this good, baby? I bet it will taste even better.” My husky whisper made her shudder and my cock throbbed, wanting to fight its way out of my pants. She gasped, and for a moment I thought she’d push me away, but instead she brushed her hair out of the way, giving me a clear sign that she wanted more. I growled as I licked along her shoulder and she shivered again.
“Who are you?” I asked in between leaving kisses on her soft, exposed skin.
“Chastity,” she whispered, her voice full of lust.
I smiled at her name. “Is that a joke?”
She smirked. “My Dad sure thought so.”
I looked up at her. “Why’d you drag me in here, Chastity?”
She looked up at me and gave me a knowing smile. “I know who you are?”
I placed my hands on either side of her hips and leaned in against her. “Do you, now?” I ground my needy cock against her body, slid my hand down around her hip, gliding it down along her bare thigh. “And who am I?”
She moaned and ran her hands along my chest. The heat between us was palpable. I wasn’t sure what she was doing to me, but what she said next held me frozen in place.
“You’re part of the Hellbound Lovers. Jason Gunner, likes to live on the road, but every once in a while the prodigal son returns as the Hellbound Lovers Tail Gunner. Does that sound about right?”
I pushed back and scowled. She’d definitely taken me off guard. “You’ve done your research.”
She shrugged. “Comes with the job.”
I stared down at her and narrowed my eyes, wariness flickering through me. “So, you dragged me in here to tell me my name, or was there an actual reason?”
She trailed a fingertip down my chest and I hated that my cock leapt for attention. “I just wanted to meet you?”
I grabbed her finger, stopping her movements. “And?”
She smiled sweetly and it was nearly my undoing. “And I like what I see. I like it a lot.”
We stared at each other for a long, heated moment and then I let go of her hand and took a step back. “I’m not in the mood for games, gorgeous. I came in here to see if you’d let me taste that sweet pussy of yours, but since you’re looking to tie me up and run circles around me, that’s my cue to leave.”
“I would have let
you, if you’d started out by telling me that.”
“Don’t cock-tease me sweetheart, I’ve got a short temper and I don’t give a shit if your man’s out there. That piece of shit probably doesn’t even know how to handle a woman like you. I’ll have you screaming my name and forgetting every loser you’ve ever been with as I slam you down on my cock and take what I want.”
She surprised me by nodding. “You’re probably right, and I will have to hold you to that Jason Gunner.” My cock twitched angrily as her pretty chocolate brown eyes looked into mine. Almost challenging me. “You’re quite confident, I like that, but you’re also wildly arrogant waltzing in here like you own the place. Do you want to get yourself killed?”
I smirked. “Don’t tell me you dragged me in here to warn me?”
“What if I did?”
“I’d call, bullshit.”
We held each other’s gazes, each with its own intensity. She crossed her arms over her luscious chest and I growled. Arching an eyebrow, she smiled sexily. “If you make noises like that when you fuck I may just have to try you out after all,” her tone was a husky tease and not being able to control myself I lunged at her, grabbing her by the waist and pressing her to my body. She didn’t resist me, instead she put her arms around me and let her body melt into mine.
“God, I like you,” she purred and then her lips were on mine.
It was a hungry kiss, full of heat and lust. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I slammed her up against the wall. I took advantage, kneading the soft flesh of her thighs and cupping her plump ass. She felt so fucking soft and perfect in my hands. Our tongues tangled, sweeping madly across each other. At one point I suckled on hers and she whimpered softly as I showed her how much I wanted to eat her up.
I grazed my fingertips under the string of her thong and she moaned in my mouth. Just as I circled her dirty little hole she cried out and broke the kiss.
“You have to…” She let out a needy little shaky sigh as I dragged my tongue along her neck. “You have to let me go.”
I stared up at her, thinking she was crazy, but she was dead serious. “Let me go, Jason.”
I couldn’t help but do as she asked of me, especially when she looked at me so sweetly. Slowly, I let her slither down my body. As her heels touched the floor she placed a hand on my chest, steadying herself. She took a moment and then slid away, turned to the mirror and fixed her skirt. I stared at her as she fixed her lipstick, wishing it was my tongue gliding all over those pouty lips.
Her eyes met mine in the reflection and she closed her eyes and sighed. “You need to leave, now. If they find out who you are, they’ll kill you. They’ll start asking questions soon. Trust me. Go.”
I grimaced and grunted my disapproval. “This isn’t over.”
She smiled. “Oh God, I hope not.”
As much as I wanted to devour her, I couldn’t take the risk of getting found out. I knew they had no way of knowing who I was. But as I went back to the bar and drank another shot of whiskey, I couldn’t help but wonder why she was trying to protect me. I looked back at the table of goons. Chastity had returned, sitting with them and looking at home with those assholes. Her eyes shot over to me and I raised my glass to her, keeping my eyes trained on hers as I drained the liquor. I wondered in that moment how the hell she knew my name. No one around here knew who I was, I made sure of that, and so did my brothers. If the Gremlins knew who I really was, they would have recognized me at the door. I smiled at her and set the glass down. There was more to this pretty little thing than met the eye and I couldn’t wait to find out what that was.
I stuck around for a few minutes more and witnessed as Los Perdidos’ gang members started trickling in. They greeted The Gremlins as if they’d known each other for years. If Los Perdidos and The Gremlins got together it would be hell to pay for the Hellbound Lovers. I didn’t know the Porcupine that well, and I wasn’t sure if he could control all these dumb idiots. Either way it didn’t matter. There was only one man behind all of this and he had somehow disappeared, leering in the shadows somewhere. This was all becoming a ticking time bomb that was getting ready to explode at any moment.
2
CHASTITY
Who the hell names their child Chastity? My father, that’s who? He said the name would go with the game. Sure enough, I had no game. I only had the slime ball, Rafael Espino, and he only seeked to satisfy himself. I had been with him for a year now and as much as I hated it, keeping Espino satisfied was part of the job. I was his old lady in every sense of the word, but I made him promise we’d never marry. I told him I wasn’t the religious sort and didn’t believe in signing a contract like that. Gratefully, he was more than willing to accommodate my beliefs.
I did everything I could to keep him away, I even made sure several girls were brought to him on occasion, but of course I had to give in eventually. I couldn’t fight him without ringing alarm bells. Good thing was, he barely lasted. I have to admit it was partially my fault. I practiced those kegels like nobody’s business, and with a few squeezes I had him cumming at full force. It was better that way, I didn’t have to keep him between my legs for too long. Of course, I had to pretend it was earth shattering, but the truth was, I hated it. He repulsed me in every way possible and I repulsed myself even more for having to do this.
I’d been lucky lately. He’d been so tired out he barely touched me, and I was more than happy with that. But there was a downside to that. I wasn’t sure if he was getting tired of me, and if that was the case then I needed to make my move quickly. It was time. I couldn’t do this anymore. It was getting even more difficult masking my disgust with Rafael Espino and The Gremlins.
I was infiltrated into The Gremlins pretty much since as soon as I became an undercover agent. Working for the FBI was a dream come true. My father was the Assistant Deputy Director, so it was inevitable that I’d be in training at Quantico by the time I graduated college. After we lost my mother to a battle of breast cancer, my father had taken me under his wing. I lived and breathed Robert Burke’s teachings. He became my mother, my father, my mentor, and the man I most looked up to. Following in his footsteps and making him proud was one of my biggest achievements and I was glad he got to see it before he passed away three years ago.
Having lost both my parents and not having anywhere to go was probably why I made the crazy decision to take this assignment. The gang was the perfect place for me to get lost, so much so that I’d seen and done shit that I don’t think I could ever be forgiven for. But what I hated the most, was giving my body over to a wanted criminal, because Rafael Espino was a murderer, a drug trafficker, and La Cruz’s right-hand man. That’s who I was really after, Juan de la Cruz. A Narc so big, he had shaken up the west coast within minutes. The man who had killed my father because he’d taken down one of his drug rings. My vengeance was palpable, I could taste it, and I wasn’t going to give it up because I couldn’t suck it up and fuck a drug lord. It wasn’t going to happen.
I was finally close enough to bringing him down, but I had no back up, no help. No one around here knew who I was. I was to remain anonymous and I couldn’t even approach the FBI or the LAPD without exposing myself. I would send a text every Tuesday and Friday to my Deputy Director back home. No text meant I was dead. That was it. No communication back, no one to say good job, or we’re here for you. I was completely and utterly on my own. I had only one friend, Gabriela Cristiano, she’d been with me at the academy and she was the only one who’d followed me every step of the way, the only one I trusted with my life until this point. She was a Detective in the LAPD, a good one, and the only one watching my back as best she could.
My chance to finally put an end to all this came when we first arrived. Rafael wanted to run surveillance on a rival MC that had been giving the cartel a hard time. The Hellbound Lovers were a powerful MC, everyone from the east to the west coasts knew who they were and respected them. Shit, even Rafael seemed awed by Wolf Stone and what he
had accomplished. They were who you went to if you were in trouble, and they had major connections that lead down from the New York’s Fallen Kings to California’s Death Row Shooters. I had read up on each of them, and had gotten some help from Gabriela who had snuck me their files.
They’d gotten into some shit with Los Perdidos a while back, which led to their encounter with La Cruz. Detective Lowery had been put on their case, but he had done shit to help them. Word on the street and within the FBI was that Lowery and his team were being paid by La Cruz. I told Gabriela to get on it right away and warn her superiors to keep an eye on him. I knew I had her back up, but I needed to fight fire with fire. And the fire I was looking for was in the form of a local MC willing to do anything to protect what was there’s. I needed to get to Wolf Stone, the club’s president, to reason with him and see if he’d give me his help.
Then there was the unexpected turn of events. When Jason Gunner walked into the bar last night I couldn’t believe my eyes. He’d casually strutted in, all six feet of muscle and brawn, and sat down in a booth without a care in the world. I had tensed up when I saw him, glancing around and preparing to help him as best I could if he got recognized, but no one even blinked an eye. They were either too dumb to see it or he was just too good at camouflaging himself. He looked even more dangerous than the pics I’d been given. I mean all the Hellbound Lovers were attractive men, no woman could deny their ruggedness, but Gunner… My whole body had instinctively wanted to run to him. I had never seen a man so sexy, so alpha, in my whole life. He was perfect in every dangerous way possible.
