by Emily Minton
Taz takes a sip of his own beer and says, “I’d say she’s already involved, wouldn’t you? I mean, it is her ass on the line here.”
No one replies, but we all nod, knowing he is right. She is up to her neck in this shit, and she is going to have to be the one to get herself out of it. I wish there was some way for me to come up with the money, but I’ve never seen that much cash in my entire life.
“Van, you talk to her tonight. Make sure she knows what is going down,” Tito orders then looks at Walker. “I want you to go to Vegas and talk to Gillespie, see how much he’ll need to hold the debt a little longer and make sure he knows he will get his money in August.”
Walker shakes his head, his face a mask of rage. “You don’t want me saying a thing to that motherfucker. I’d do anything for you, brother, but I don’t think I can look at that man without snapping his fucking neck.”
When I see Tito’s face fill with rage, I cut in. “There’s a history there, Pres. Believe me; Walker does not need to be the one talking to that bastard.”
Tito looks at Walker for a minute then takes in a deep breath. “I can understand that because I feel the same way right now. If I thought I could look in that man’s eyes without pulling my piece, I’d be the one to go.”
There is no way I can go. I’d take the motherfucker out the minute I laid eyes on him. That only leaves Brass and Taz. I wouldn’t trust anyone else. No fucking way would I send Ram to do something this important.
“Why don’t you head out, see how shit is going in the common room,” Tito says, obviously thinking the same thing as I am.
He nods, realizing he is being dismissed. He walks out without another word. Ram is a good guy, a trustworthy brother, but he spends too much time sitting behind a computer to know how to deal with shit like this. He may be an officer, the club secretary, but he is kept in the dark about a lot of the things that go down. He’s not stupid, a long way from it, but Ram doesn’t have any idea how much blood Riot MC has shed.
As soon as the door shuts, Tito looks between Brass and Taz. “Either one of you up for a trip to Vegas?”
“The Grim Bastards took on a charter club in Vegas,” Brass states, letting Tito in on some of the shit he missed while inside. “I think we should use that local connection. I could ride out there, get them to set up the meeting. Then, I can handle it from there.”
Tito seems surprised for a second before nodding. “I’ll make a call to Boz. Be ready to leave by Wednesday.”
“No problem,” Brass responds with a nod.
“Now that this shit is over, I’ve got some trash to take out,” Tito says before opening up his desk and pulling out his piece.
Standing up, he slides it into the back of his pants and walks toward the door. We all follow him, knowing exactly where we are going. He avoids everyone and heads to the back door. We quickly walk the distance to the hole. Stopping in front of the brother standing guard, Tito gives him a chin lift.
“The old ladies laid out one hell of a spread. Go on and get yourself a plate,” he orders, slapping the brother’s shoulder.
Knowing what is going to happen, the man nods and walks away. Tito takes a quick look around, making sure no one is near enough to hear what is about to happen. Then, he unlocks the door and starts climbing down the stairs.
As soon as we get inside, Miles jumps from the cot he had been sleeping on and looks around. When his eyes land on Tito, his face loses all color. He starts backing away, plastering himself to the wall, and whimpers like a baby.
“No, no, no,” he chants, shaking his head back and forth.
Tito doesn’t say shit, just walks up to him and places the muzzle of his pistol right between his eyes. Without delay, he pulls the trigger. He stands there a second or two, watching the asshole’s body slide to the floor.
When he finally turns back to look our way, he has a sliver of a smile on his face. “I was gonna play with him, have a bit of fun, but I haven’t gotten my dick wet in a month. I’d rather play with pussy than this fucker.”
We all chuckle before walking out and leaving the mess for later.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Van
Walking into the common room, I see my two girls sitting at a table filled with old ladies. I head straight for them, running my hand over Cline’s head and bending down to place my lips on Ronni’s mouth. After getting a quick taste of her, I look back to my daughter, who is trying to get my attention.
“What ya need, darlin’?” I ask, smiling her way.
“Miss Milly says I can spend the night with her and see the new kitties,” she answers, bouncing with excitement.
Cline has been talking about those kittens for days, ever since Milly called to say her cat had finally had them. She has even mentioned bringing one home, something I did not want to happen. Using Denver as an excuse, I told her we couldn’t have a kitten with a dog in the house. Of course, Ronni had to add her two cents, letting Cline know that Erin had a cat and Denver was fine having it around. I’m guessing we’re gonna be stuck with a new kitten.
I look over to Milly and ask, “You sure you can handle this kid? If you don’t watch out, she’ll slip out in the middle of the night with one of your kittens.”
She laughs, wrapping her arms around my daughter’s shoulder. “Nope, she knows they aren’t big enough to take home just yet. She can take one home in a few weeks.”
I roll my eyes, sitting down and digging into the plate Ronni already had made for me. Tito joins us, carrying his own plate. Before long, we are surrounded by brothers. We all shoot the shit while we eat.
By the time I am done with my food, the room is starting to get loud, letting everyone know the brothers have been good as long as they can. Some of the old ladies and all the kids start to trickle out, including Cline and Milly. As soon as the last kid walks out the door, Tito stands up and raises his hand to get everyone’s attention.
When the room goes quiet, he starts talking. “I appreciate all of you bringing your families here to welcome me home. Good food, cold beer, friends, and family surrounding me… I think that’s the best welcome home a man can get. But now, it’s time for you men to remind me why I love being the President of Riot. Someone give me a bottle of Jack and bring out the whores.”
The boys roar their approval as Ronni laughs. “I could have gone my whole life without hearing my dad calling for whores.”
I look down at her, seeing her eyes are filled with humor. Only a few of the old ladies can really handle the lifestyle we live. Most only come around on days like today, when shit is calm. The rest of the time, they stay the fuck away. Ronni is never going to be like that. She is going to live and breathe this life, living it to the fullest.
Standing up, I grab her hand. “I’ve got something I wanna show you.”
She smirks, looking down at my jean-covered cock. “I’ve already seen it, but I wouldn’t mind getting a closer look.”
I chuckle, pulling her through the crowd and down the hall. As soon as we get to my room, I push the door open and drag her inside. My eyes take in the place I once considered my home, knowing I will spend very little time here from now on. When I do, Ronni will be right beside me.
After closing the door, I let go of her hand and walk to the closet. Her new cut is hanging there. I had it made more than a week ago but wanted to wait to give it to her after Tito got out. I wanted him to be at home before making it official. Turning around, her leather in my hand, I look into her eyes.
“Take your clothes off,” I order, never taking my eyes from hers.
She looks at the cut in my hand then back to me. It takes her a second or two, but she finally starts doing what was ordered. I watch as she kicks off her shoes while pulling her shirt over her head. Her jeans go next, leaving her in nothing but two scraps of lace. Her deep brown eyes stay locked on mine as she removes her bra then shimmies out of her panties.
I draw in a de
ep breath and take in her beauty, my cock turning to stone. Her icy blonde hair hangs down her back, the bright blue tips standing out against her pale skin. Her nipples are pebbled into tight peaks, just begging for me to draw them between my lips. Looking further down, I see the small strip of her natural golden blonde hair highlighting her sweet little cunt.
Motioning for her to come to me, I wait until she is right in front of me then lift the cut for her to get a good look at the piece of leather that will let everyone know she is mine. She doesn’t say anything, but the tears in her eyes tell me just how she feels.
I walk around her and say, “Lift your arms, baby.”
When she does as she is told, I quickly slide her new cut on. Stepping back, I take in the view, loving the look of my colors on her body. I walk around, brushing my eyes over every inch of her. I come to a stop in front of her and look into her eyes again.
“I’ve never seen anything so fucking pretty in my whole life,” I tell her the absolute truth. “So damn beautiful.”
Tears are slowly sliding down her cheeks as she says, “I’m all yours now.”
I grab her, jerking her into my arms. “You always have been mine, baby. God made you just for me.”
My mouth crashing down on her pulls a gasp from her. I take advantage of her parted lips, sliding my tongue inside and sweeping it against hers. Her taste fills my senses, a combination of both sweet and tangy. She moans again, deepening the kiss even further. My hands go to her ass, cupping the tight round globes and picking her off her feet.
I carry her to the bed and lay her down. “It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to see you in nothing but my leather.”
“Right now, I want to see you in nothing at all,” she says, arching her back and running her hands over her breasts.
I quickly pull off my clothes, my cock pulsing with anticipation, then crawl in beside her. She is back in my arms a second later, and her lips are on mine once again. We devour each other, our tongues fighting for dominance. She arches against me, letting me feel her need. I roll over her, settling myself between her legs, and pull my lips from hers.
“I love you, Van,” she says, giving me the words I have been waiting for.
When she first told me she loved me, I couldn’t make myself tell her that I felt the same way. I was too much of a pussy to lay my heart out in such a way, but I’m ready now. I’m ready to give her everything.
Brushing my lips against hers, I whisper the words she needs to hear. “I love you, Ronni. Love you so fucking much.”
I sink my hand into her hair, wrapping the long strands around my fingers. My other hand goes to her left breast, paying extra attention to her hardened nipple. My mouth moves to her neck, giving it a gentle nip. When I feel her body vibrate with desire, I bite down a little harder. My girl likes a little pain with her pleasure, and I am more than willing to give it to her.
Releasing her hair, I move down her body. My mouth latches onto her nipple, running my teeth over the pebbled peak. I give it a little attention then move to the other one, drawing each one deep into my mouth. While I work her tits, one hand goes straight to her pussy and slides through her already wet heat.
“Please, Van,” she begs, her voice filled with a fierceness that I have never heard before. “I need you inside me. I need to be connected with you.”
I look up at her and realize I need the same thing. I slowly make my way back up her body and bring my lips back to hers again. She swivels her hips, causing my cock to slide in between her hot lips. I glide myself over her clit, knowing what she needs. She gasps out her pleasure then lifts her hips again, forcing the head of my cock right to her opening. I slowly slide into her, growling when her hot walls hug my length.
I stay deep inside her for a minute then slowly pull out. Our eyes are locked together as I move in and out of her heated depths. I keep the slow pace for as long as I can stand it then pick up speed. Before long, I am pounding into her, hard and fast.
“Yes,” she moans, running her hands over my back. “You feel so fucking good.”
She lifts her hips, meeting each one of my thrusts. Each time she shifts, I go deeper and deeper. Loving the feel, I pull back enough to grab her legs and pull them above my hips, angling in a way that will allow me to do what I want.
“Fuck!” I slam into her again. “I need you to let go. Come for me, baby.”
As if my words were what she needed to hear, her walls clamp down, and she screams out her release. Her pussy ripples as her orgasm rushes through her. It feels so fucking good, a tingle rushes down my spine, and my own release hits me. I slide in deep once more, letting her milk my cock of everything it has to give.
I bury my head in her neck and whisper, “Love you, baby.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Veronica
I grumble under my breath as I reach under Cline’s bed and pull out another ruined stuffed animal. We woke up this morning to find the remnants of Cline’s favorite stuffed rabbit littering the hall. Since then, I have found six more mutilated toy animals scattered around the house, each one covered with Denver’s slobber.
Standing up, I walk down the stairs and toss the stuffing in the trash. Just as I shut the lid, Denver starts to howl. I walk into the living room, hands on my hips, and narrow my eyes on him. He is in his crate, still being punished for his behavior.
“You know why you’re in jail,” I say, cocking my brow. “You’ve got fifteen more minutes. Then, I’ll let you out. Hopefully, you’ll remember not to eat any more of Cline’s toys.”
He responds with a loud whine, letting me know he isn’t happy. He hasn’t been in days, and he’s made sure to let everyone know how he feels. Between peeing in the house, something he hasn’t ever done, and destroying everything he can get in his mouth, Van and I have a really good idea just how upset he is.
Three days ago, Cline left for a weeklong visit with her maternal grandparents, a trip she makes the first week of June each year. Denver is not dealing well with her being gone. Honestly, I’m not doing too well myself. I hated letting her go, worried they would treat her badly. Van assured me they were nothing like Regina. He admitted they could be uptight assholes, but he said they were nothing like their daughter. More importantly, they love Cline.
I really thought Regina would show up with the cops in tow, demanding he hand over Cline. She didn’t, though. She didn’t even call. It’s as if she has forgotten she even has a daughter. In fact, she didn’t even bother showing up for the emergency child custody hearing Van’s lawyer set up after her and Van’s confrontation. The judge, the same man she had been screwing, was more than happy to give Van full custody. Since she didn’t come to the hearing, she doesn’t even get supervised visitation.
The sound of Skype’s bubbly beep rings from the computer, drawing me out of my thoughts. I rush across the room and hit the mouse, knowing it has to be one of my friends. When I see Kat’s smiling face, I click to connect with a smile on my face.
“Hey, babe,” I say, sliding into the chair.
“Oh my gosh, you cannot imagine how much I miss your face,” she says, sipping on a glass of wine.
I look at the clock and see it is only eleven in the morning then raise my brow at her. “If you’re drinking this early, something has to be wrong.”
“I’m celebrating,” she says, lifting her glass in the air. “I just got the call. Starting this fall, I will be an associate professor at IUPUI.”
“We’re moving to Indy!” Erin shouts, popping up behind Kat.
I shout, excitement coursing through me. We all start talking at once. I ask every question I can think of, and they do their best to answer each one. We spend the next twenty minutes talking about finding a house to rent. Sadly, neither of them want to live in Cotton Plains. Being used to living in Chicago, they can’t imagine calling such a small-town home. They’ll be living in Indy, but that’s close enough that we can see each other as mu
ch as we want.
“Where’s your man at today? He’s usually lurking somewhere in the background, and I haven’t seen his sexy mug at all,” Erin says, grabbing the wine and taking a long swig from the bottle.
“He went for a ride,” I answer, wishing he was here to hear my news.
For the first time since I moved here, I’m completely alone. Brass stayed at the club last night and still hasn’t gotten home. Van left about twenty minutes ago, riding out with Dad to look at a new bike. Why my father needs another Harley, when he already has four, I have no clue.
“You haven’t called us in nearly a week,” Kat whines, glaring at me through the screen. “I was beginning to think you forgot we even existed.”
“I’ve been busy,” I say with a shit eating grin. “Being an old lady is hard work.”
I have been busy. The girls had shipped all of my stuff from Chicago, furniture and all. It took me days to go through all the shit. Then, it was time to get Cline ready for her trip to her grandparents’ house. Once she was gone, Van kept me in bed the next two days, taking advantage of our time alone.
“I’m so sure it is hard work, keeping your legs spread for that sexy beast of yours,” Erin grumbles, her eyes shining with mischief.
“Nothing hard about it, besides his dick that is,” I reply, causing all of us to laugh.
“Has Van taken care of your little problem yet?” Kat asks, losing any trace of laughter from her voice.
I nod, not voicing my answer. As much as I want to tell them everything, I can’t do that over Skype. Plus, I really don’t know everything myself. Van let me know I wouldn’t have to worry about Miles ever again, making sure I understood no one would ever have to worry about him either.
Even with him gone, his shit is still affecting our lives. He owed money to a lot of people, one of whom that would be more than willing to make me pay his debts with my life. The only way out of that is to give him a shitload of money. Luckily, my inheritance is more than enough to pay him off. There still will be enough left to make more than one charity very happy.
