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Ford
Three days later
It’s been five days since we got Avery and Caleb out of there; they’re doing so much better. Avery doesn’t talk to me or Harley much about her time there. But I see her talking to Colt a lot. He understands that PTSD stuff; I have no clue. I appreciate his help to get her past this. Standing outside in the back yard, I see Harley and Caleb playing with Bronx. She is teaching him the commands of the mutt. He comes running up to me and Eli asking. “Uncle Eli, will you help me learn with Bronx? Grandma says we need a dummy.” He says with his puppy dog eyes staring at Eli. I shake my head. This kid has everyone wrapped around his finger already.
“Sure, little dude, let’s go. If he bites me can I shoot him?” Caleb looks horrified. “No! Uncle Eli, I’ll never play with you again if you shoot him.” He says with his arms folded over his little chest. Eli is laughing, shaking his head. “Okay, buddy, can’t go without my little dude by my side. But you better bring me happy meals in the hospital when he bites my leg off.”
Caleb’s face lights up. “Deal.” They make their way to Harley and the mutt.
I walk inside to the bar and sit next to Tech. He looks so tired. Eyes are bloodshot and I can almost guarantee that he hasn’t slept in at least thirty plus hours. He’s been working around the fucking clock trying to find Mouse. We all know he’s not dead. Jackals would have made a sign of their presence already by dropping his body off at the gate. “Nothing. He’s dropped off the face of the fucking earth, Chevy. I’ve never had a hard time finding one damn person. This has got my balls in a vice.” He says with a breathy exhale. I know he’s tired. He could have passed over something and not even seen it; exhaustion will do that to you. He’s stumped and that never happens.
“Just get some rest, Brother.” I say patting him on the back. He nods and gets up and heads down the hall.
I sit there and nurse my beer, thinking of where they could possibly be holding Mouse, torturing him for information. He’s just a prospect for fucks sake. I feel a hand slap me on my back. I look back, it’s Prez. “Hey Brother.” He says leaning over the bar grabbing a beer from the cooler from under. “Tech is wore the fuck out. He’s starting to doubt his skills.” Prez says.
“Yea, I just sent him to get some shut eye.”
“I sent Jack, Ruckus and Jester to scope out the Jackals MC. They could’ve taken him back there for all we know.” He says in a sigh. “I also got Coin and Jinx out questioning the town about seeing Jackals around.” I nod. He’s doing everything a good president would do, but I can see it’s eating at him not being able to protect his club. We’re under lock down now. Whores kicked to the curb, the less to protect, the better. Started as soon as we got Avery and Caleb back here. No one leaves but brothers and even then, not alone; got to take a riding’ buddy.
“How’s Avery?” He asks, trying to take his mind off of the defeat he feels.
“She’s good. Colt has been talking to her about PTSD.”
“She really doesn’t come out of that room much. I take it she is still healing. I’ve been busy with this rival MC shit. I’ll meet her when she feels good enough to leave that room.” Prez only saw her unconscious the first night she came and that’s it. I don’t take it personal. I know he’s busy watching everyone’s back all the time, trying to keep us all safe until we can end this shit. Hell, dude hates that fucking room anyways. He won’t be in there unless he has to fucking be. After checking on her and Caleb the first night, he hasn’t been back in there. I get it, brings back memories of his dad, Pops, on that table. Pops was the president before he took over after his death. He was killed nine years ago by the Jackals. Soon after he took over, he was voted in as the youngest president ever—at seventeen. It started this fucking war and it’s been going on too fucking long for my liking. I won’t lie and say I’m not getting excited to it coming closer to drawing blood from those pathetic fucks. My trigger finger itches just thinking about putting a bullet in Poodle’s head.
“I’m calling church in a few hours. We need to fucking settle this shit. I’m only twenty-fucking-six and I feel eighty. This is ending so I can go back to fucking and partying.”
I laugh, shaking my head. You’d think he was a young kid playing commander, but in all reality, he’s got more years on us than anyone. He’s fought and killed to stay at the top after his pop took a dirt nap. He’s got more experience and skill than any of us.
He stands and hollers. “Church in a few hours.” and stomps over to the meeting room and slams the door. I finish my beer.
A few hours later, I follow the rest of the brothers in. This should be good. When Prez is pissed, he wants blood. I’m down for that.
“Brothers, someone is yanking our fucking dicks around. Shit ain’t adding up.” He throws his head back and looks to the ceiling, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Things are too quiet around here. I don’t fucking like it.”
“Could attack first and end this shit.” Colt says through gritted teeth. I would say he wants blood spilled just as much as I do. Prez studies him for a moment and Colt holds his own; stare down between two hot headed, blood thirsty brothers. Prez eases up slightly.
“You know, that’s not a bad idea Brother.” He says smiling. There’s that smile that says he’s recalling another bloody memory. I’ve never met any motherfucker that finds comfort in recalling a murderous memory. This is why he’s president and I’d follow him into the depths of hell, hell all of my brothers, after helping rescue my family. Fuck yea, I would follow every fucking last one of them into the inferno.
“Colt has a point, Brothers. Who’s ready to go hunting? Let’s drag these dickheads down to the underworld!” We all hoot and holler, pounding on the table. We discuss the best way of attack—make a plan. Every brother in here is smiling like a kid on Christmas, no one more than the president.
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Harley
Caleb is handling Bronx amazingly well. Bronx is following his every command. Little man has authority in his blood; it pours through his voice when he speaks. After using Eli as a dummy on Bronx’s ’smile’ command, Caleb was ecstatic. For only being three, he’s very smart. He’s well past three years for his maturity and smarts. He says him and Avery would talk and learn all day every day. They weren’t allowed to leave the room they were in; so not much else to do I imagine. Avery is doing well, besides her nightmares. Colt has been helping her with this PTSD situation. I’ve seen it first hand in soldiers in Washington. She is in good hands. I thought I saw something in his eyes when he looked at her. I’m probably wrong. He’s just helping out a member’s kid. He has the knowledge about it. She has it. Why not him help her?
Caleb and I are eating lunch with Avery when Ford comes into the kitchen with a big smile on his face. I know passing Bronx to little man will be good for both of them. Bronx needs someone with his energy and time for him and Caleb needs a friend. Bronx’s protection streak is a bonus too.
“Ladies, Little man.” Ford greets us, pulling me out of my thoughts. We smile at him and he stops dead in his tracks.
“Man, nothing is more beautiful in this world than the three of you... my family.”
Gosh, when he speaks like that, it makes my heart pump faster. I don’t know where Ford and I stand on our relationship. We haven't even talked about it. I can’t deny the sexual tension between us. But is that enough? He’s been so busy finding Avery, that what little time we had to spend together, wasn’t enough for me to feel strong about us. I need reassurance. Promises. I need that security for my own heart’s sake. He leans down and kisses my cheek and then Avery and Caleb’s foreheads. He then sits down next to little man and smiles at me. I know how happy he is to have his family back—but, I have doubts about us. I need to know that my heart won’t get broke. I sound selfish in my head right now, but I can’t help it. I should only be thinking of Avery and
Caleb. Not if he wants me or not. But I can’t. I need my sanity if I’m going to be able to help them.
“I’ll be gone for a few days.” Ford says, clearing his throat. What? Gone? No. I need to talk to him. He can’t go. We just got them back. My mind is racing.
“Where are you going?” Avery asks.
“To drag souls kicking and screaming back to the abyss.” What the hell does that mean? Wait, is he referring to the men who hurt Avery and little man? No. He could get hurt. He could... die. No. I can’t lose him after just getting him back. Is this some cruel joke from someone higher up? God? I finally get my family back and now they are taking another piece away from me. This can’t be happening. Damn it to hell!
“No…” It comes out a whisper before I could stop it.
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I’m going to protect our family.” Our…our family. Does he want this as much as I do? Or is he just pointing out we share these two angels sitting with us? I don’t know and it’s killing me.
“Can I speak to you in private, Harley?” He asks, pulling me out of my mental breakdown.
“Okay.” He grabs my hand and walks me to his room and closes the door behind us, turning to me. Waiting for him to speak is like an eternity. We’re just staring at each other.
I’m fiddling with my hands, trying to find something else to look at. But I can’t break the stare between us. Before I can see it coming, his lips come crashing down onto mine. A second passes before I can react. His tongue parts my lips and I give him access. Fireworks burst, tongues dance, hearts fly. I instantly wrap my arms around him and pull tighter to him. I can’t get close enough to him. My body flushes with heat and I feel every nerve in my body coming alive. His kiss is so powerful. I can feel all his emotions pouring from his body to mine, telling me how he feels and what he wants. I don’t question it. It’s rough and passionate. It’s years of waiting and regret spilling between us. He pulls back. Both of us panting, staring at each other. That was the most breathless, amazing, wonderful kiss I’ve ever had. I wasn’t ready for it to end. I can see him scrambling his brain for something to say. We weren’t really good with words then and even now. I’ll show him how I feel. I take a step toward him. Putting my hands on his hard chest, I can feel every muscle seize up under my touch. I run my hands across his chest to his arms and run my finger up to his neck. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck. I pull him down and kiss him harder and faster. He gives me entrance to his mouth. He wraps me in his arms and carries me to his bed, his mouth never leaving mine as he lays me down. He has his fist in my hair and one hand on my hip. He starts to slowly grind against me. These clothes are a barrier I do not want between us. I pull at his shirt, silently begging for him to take it off. He complies and yanks it off, breaking our kiss. I instantly regret him taking it off, for breaking our kiss, until I see his body. I instantly feel a rush of heat between my thighs. He sits me up and lifts my own shirt over my head.
“Beautiful.” he murmurs into my ear as he lays me back down. He places kisses from my neck, down my chest. His hands are still at my hips holding me in place, as if I’m going to jump up and run. I would not want to be anywhere else but here with him. I don’t ever want this to end. He slowly slides off my jeans and tosses them to the floor. He stands and I watch him watch me. He slides his jeans down over his hips and his thick member comes to light. Its beautiful thickness makes my mouth water.
“I’m gonna make you mine, Harley, now and forever.” Oh, God. Yes. Yes. He leans down and hooks a finger into my panties and slides them down past my feet and throws them somewhere in the room. I hear him growl as he stares at my dripping hot sex as it glistens in the dim light.
“You’re so wet, baby! I’m gonna claim you here first.” He says sliding a finger inside me. “Ye-s-s!” That was all I could muster out of my throat before pure bliss hit my body. I start shaking instantly and rip at the sheets, curling the sheets so hard my hands hurt. “Please.” I beg. I yearn for him to be inside me, now. I can’t go another agonizing moment without him inside me. Claiming me.
“Please what, baby?” He says sliding another finger inside me. His two fingers play me like a piano, making my body sing with pleasure as he thumbs my throbbing clit.
“Please, claim me! Make me yours!” I knew that was what he wanted to hear. I’ve wanted to say it to him for years. I dreamt about this moment, when I would be his and he would be mine again. I feel the heat rising in my body. My head is getting fuzzy. He removes his fingers and I peak. Through my blurred vision, I see him lifting his finger to his mouth, tasting me. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve seen in my entire life.
“Your taste is so sweet baby.” He slowly climbs on top of me. I can feel his hard prick poking, begging for entrance. I open happily for him as he slides so slow inside me, letting my body get used to his size.
“You’re so tight, baby.” He mumbles against my bust. Snaking his tongue out, he licks the top of my breast, fisting my hair tighter as his other hand holds my hip in place.
“I’m gonna erase every man who has ever touched you. There will only ever be me.” He finally fills me fully with him. It feels so overpowering. I moan. I don’t ever want this blessedness to end. He moves slowly in and out of me, slowly building my orgasm.
“How many, baby?” He breathes against my nipple, nipping it. I moan his name.
“How many?” He asks again, more stern.
“One.” I whisper. The pleasure is so much that I can barely understand his words.
“Who?” He asks.
“You, you’re the only man who has ever been inside me. The only man I ever want to be inside me.”
He slams into me, making me scream my pleasure. He thrusts into me, building my release faster than before. Screaming his name, my nails run down his back as he growls in my neck.
“I love you so much it hurts. You’re mine now. I’m never letting you go baby.” I don’t have time to respond to his words as my body finds its release in all this chaos of pleasure. My toes curl and I cum so hard that I hold my breath, whimpering as it’s almost too much to bear. Moments later, he joins my bliss. We lay there connected while our high dies down. Our breathing goes back to normal as he rolls off of me and to his side. He grabs my waist and pulls me to him.
“I thought I could live life without you baby. Now that I have you, I know I was only existing in life, not living it.” He whispers into my neck as he tightens his hold on me.
“I know. I feel the same as you. I was running from you, my parents, and my past. When I should of ran to you and not from you.”
“Don’t run anymore. Because I will chase you to the ends of the earth and drag you back. No more running baby. Stay with me.” He places kisses on my shoulders.
“There is no place I’d rather be.” We drift off to sleep in each other’s embrace.
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Ford
Six days later
Hunting has never been so enticing. We have taken down two Jackals so far. And we are now at the warehouse with Rider, the Jackal’s road captain. I’m itching to just end his life, but Prez likes blood. No easy out for this fucker. Prez has been at every take down, every torture meeting. I claimed Poodle for my own revenge. Prez wants the president to beg for his life, make him pay for Pop’s death. I don’t blame him. I want Poodle to pay for Avery and Caleb’s torture—I will make him pay. He’ll suffer and beg to meet Satan sooner rather than later. Rider moans from pain brings me back to reality.
“Where is Rufus?” Prez asks. I know he’ll get the answers one way or another. He won’t let this guy die until he does. Well, maybe he will. He does have a blood lust like I’ve never seen.
“Fuck you, pooch.” He spits blood at Prez. Colt and I just laugh. He has no idea who he is fucking with. The rumors about Prez are absolutely true and more. It’s funny. Prez smiles at Rider, Rider’s brow arches. Prez has no anger in him. He is enjoying this.
“Jinx!” Prez hollers. “Yea, boss?” Jinx yells from across the floor.
“Come ’ere!” He yells, smiling even wider now. He’s up to something. Colt and I concentrate on him, wondering what he’s got up his sleeve. Prez is articulately creative.
“Sup’ boss?”
“What would you do to this piece of shit?” He is asking Jinx. We have never really heard Jinx talk about blood and revenge. He goes with the flow of things. He’s not squeamish by any means. He is the one who buries most of the club’s problems. This should be interesting.
“Depends. Want him to die or suffer?” Jinx asks, turning the gears in his head.
“Doesn’t matter. Much pain as possible is all I want.” Prez answers, I can hear the joy come out of his mouth—the sick fucker.
“Hmm well, I have a few ideas, Boss.”
“Spit ‘em.”
“One, hang him upside down, let the blood rush to his head. I heard that the head explodes. It would be a nice experiment. Or we could pour acid down his throat into his stomach and see if the acid eats him from the inside out. Three, we could cut out his heart and see how long it beats for—I heard minutes. Just another experiment, boss.” Jinx talks so casually, like it’s about the weather or his bike. It’s unnerving to know his head has such revolting thoughts. Thank fuck he’s on our side. New found respect for him, that’s for damn sure.
“Remind me not to piss him off.” Colt mutters beside me. We both chuckle. Jinx shrugs it off like it’s nothing to talk about torturing someone or using them to do his experiments.
“Jinx, you’re brilliant.” Prez laughs. He takes the large hunting knife from his side and slowly drags it down Rider’s chest, cutting deep makes Rider scream in agony.
“Okay, Okay! I’ll talk.”
“Changed my mind, I want to play scientist.”
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