“If he wants to prospect for us in a few years’ time, you going to be alright with that, Brother?”
I wouldn’t be at all surprised if that’s the way the wind would be blowing. “I wouldn’t mind, but I think Vanna might have other plans.” Like Cas going to college and getting an education. I’m still lagging behind, trying to catch up with how to help shape a youth’s hopes and dreams so he can have the best life he can.
“You and Vanna tight?”
We’ve reached the back door of the clubhouse. Opening it, I step inside, and Mace gets his response without me having to say a word. As soon as she sees me, Vanna has come across, and she’s in my arms.
“How did it go, Liz?”
Mace winks at me as he walks off.
I answer her, but also my Prez who’s standing behind her, one eyebrow raised. “I can fire, reload, and hit a target.”
“Your hand?”
I flex it and show her. “Almost good as new, babe.”
“Good fuckin’ news, Brother.” Demon slaps my back as he walks past.
The kitchen is filled to overflowing. Jeannie and Mo are having a loud discussion about food and supplies they need to get in. Vi is rolling her eyes at them and making a list of her own. Steph and Beth are chatting at the table, and Mel’s pulling something delicious smelling out of the oven. Jayden’s got Theo in her arms, and Sindy’s emptying the dishwasher. The club whores are, as usual, noticeably absent while there’s work to be done. Mind you, they usually sleep through the day anyway.
“Where’s Cas?”
Vanna rolls her eyes. “They’ve got Call of Duty set up on a big screen in the clubroom. Last thing I saw, he was beating everyone’s ass.”
Sounds like my son, I smirk. “Got a few minutes, Vanna?” I lean in closer and speak directly into her ear. “I, er, want to show you what I can now do with my hand.”
“Your hand?” She bumps my hip with hers. “What if I wanted another part of your anatomy?”
She’s speaking quietly, but as I’ve found out before, Beef’s woman may not have the use of her eyes, but her other senses make up for that. At her barked laugh, I look down to see her sightless eyes staring at me, crease lines around them. “You and Vanna go fuck, I’ll keep an eye on your son. Make sure you’re not interrupted.”
“What if he was standing behind you right now?”
Steph rolls her sightless eyes. “He’s not.”
He isn’t. How the fuck does she do that? I didn’t even see her sniff the air.
Vanna goes bright red as everyone turns and looks at us knowingly, but I don’t give a fuck. I grab her hand and all but drag her out of the kitchen. On my way to the stairs, I stop for a moment, seeing exactly whose ass Cas is currently whipping at the game he’s too young to play—only the Wretched Soulz prez and his sergeant-at-arms. Jeez. I continue on my way, shaking my head.
While I’d previously objected to him playing an adult game, I’ve revised my opinion. Seeing what Cas had to do to escape Major, if that game taught him any skills he needed to bring into play, I’m not going to be saying one more word.
“Liz.” Vanna’s puffing beside me. “Eager, much?”
Again I chuckle, pausing only to lock the door of my room once we’re on the other side of it. “Gotta take our chances when we can.”
“You’re getting the hang of being a dad,” she laughs back. “Be worse if we have a baby. You sure you want that?”
“So fuckin’ sure, Vanna,” I tell her, seriously. “And this time I want to be a part of it and remember every fuckin’ thing about it until the day I die.”
She’s already taking off her top and letting her bra fall to the ground. My eyes flare as I see the body I’ll never get tired off.
“You’re fuckin’ perfect, Vanna.”
“You’d be perfect too, if you got the goods out.”
Oh, this wife of mine. “I’ll show you my fuckin’ goods,” I warn, stripping out of my t-shirt and unbuckling my belt. “I’ll more than show you.” I toe off my boots and step out of my jeans, handling my cock and pumping it. “Gonna fuck you hard, Vanna.”
“Do your worst, big man.”
I stalk her, pushing her down on the bed. “Tell me if it gets too much.”
“Pretty sure I can take whatever you want to give me,” she gasps. “Just get on with it, Lizard.”
A flash of memory comes into my mind of a young Marine and his new bride. I handled her like fucking porcelain, never wanting to hurt her. Now she has more meat on her bones and somehow the independence that’s been forced on her over the years has made her more confident in bed. She takes everything I want to give and even asks for more.
“On your stomach, ass up. Want to see my property patch.”
She obeys, and as normal, all the blood in my body seems to rush to my cock as my name is revealed in all its glory. She’s wet, ready for me.
Gotta slow this down. I reach around for her clit.
“Just fuck me,” she instructs.
Oh hell. She’s taunting me, wiggling that ass. I don’t wait to be asked twice, just enter her already wet pussy in one long stroke, both of us gasping at the feeling. I swear her cunt tries to draw me in.
Then I start thrusting, hammering into her, my fingers finding her clit and strumming it.
I’d love to say I fucked her for hours, but once she starts clenching, I’m a goner, and I’m gone with her.
I roll over, pulling her with me, still semi-hard inside her. “Fuck, Vanna. Sorry, babe. That was fast…”
“I came,” she giggles. “What’s the problem?”
“No problem,” I tell her. “No fuckin’ problem at all. But we didn’t use a condom, babe.”
“So?”
I chuckle softly. If she’s got no issues with that, I certainly haven’t.
“Liz? You finished in there?”
I’m going to fucking kill Ink.
“Whatcha want, asshole?” I yell back, nuzzling my woman’s hair.
“Prez wants us.”
Vanna’s giggling again. “Only one thing wrong with this clubhouse,” she tells me. “No privacy.”
“We are so getting our own place, babe,” I tell her, dragging my jeans back on, knowing the dick I’m stuffing into my pants is sticky with her juices and mine, and relishing the feeling of taking her with me. “Soon as Major’s no longer a threat, we’ll find somewhere where no fucker will bother us.”
My wife immediately grows serious. “Take care, Lizard. Please, take care.” She pulls herself up, slipping into the robe she’d left by the bed. “I’m so scared I’ve found you just to lose you again.”
Crossing the room, I curl my hand around the back of her head, forcing her to look up at me. “Can’t make promises I might not be able to keep, but I’ll do everything I can to ensure you and Cas are safe, Van. I’ll walk through the fires of hell to come back to you.” I feel like I already have. I’ve been in hell for twelve years. Now I’ve got my slice of heaven, I’ll do whatever it takes to hang onto it.
Moments later, I’m walking into church. I’m not the last. Mace comes in behind me, the red flush to his face suggesting he too had taken the opportunity to get close to his woman.
“Okay,” Prez starts. “Cad has some info.”
“From the unknown fucker in Utah?”
Cad nods. “The same. Still no closer to knowing who he is, oh, and he’s now shielded his IP address. Obviously was an error letting me know where he was from.”
“Or her,” observes Pal.
“Or her,” agrees Cad.
Demon growls. “Don’t care what sex he, she or it is, just tell us the info, Cad.”
Our computer expert nods. “Major’s on the move. Looks like the hits coming sooner rather than later. He’s been spotted heading for Pueblo.”
“How far out?”
“Two hours’ drive if he gets a move on.”
“So we wrap this up fast and get into position.”
“
Who the fuck is this informant? How’s he,” RIP glances at the Prez, “she or they getting their info? Is it legit?”
“If it’s not,” snaps Thunder, “we lose nothing.”
Bam Bam nods toward Thunder, two sergeant-at-arms on the same wavelength. “Would rather we prepared for nothing, than we’re caught with our fingers up our asses.”
Charmer bumps fists with his prez. “Could do with a good fight.”
Good men these. Glad they’re on our side.
The women, including the club girls, along with Cas and Theo, and the two dogs, Max and Bagel, are quickly gathered up and sent down into the basement. Christ knows where Bitch is, but as she’s still got a couple of her nine lives remaining, hopefully she can look after herself.
Beth’s hesitant to leave Ink. Shayla and Vanna, the other newest old ladies are also reticent, but Mo quickly hurries them up. I sense Vanna’s reluctant because she’ll be forced into close proximity with girls she’s too well aware I’ve fucked. I hate to have it thrown in her face, but right now there’s little to be done. We need to keep everyone safe. I send a message to her with my eyes, mouthing, I love you.
While Mo prefers to keep her life separate from the club, when necessary she can take charge, and at times like these her brusque approach works well. She eyes the three lingering at the top of the stairs. “If you don’t let your men go and prepare, you’re not helping them. Jeannie’s got a few bottles of wine, Fireball and she’s mixing up some margaritas down there. Mel’s brought a few tubs of cakes and muffins.”
I wink at Vanna. “Seems like we might have drunk sex later.”
“Dad!”
Whoops. One of the drawbacks of having a son. But when I look at him, he’s grinning.
“Don’t forget, I’m sharing your room,” he reminds me, laughing at the look on my face.
I chuckle, then grow serious, speaking to him man-to-man. “Keep your mom safe, Son.” Heaven forbid anyone should get through our lines, but if they do? Well, I think I can depend on him.
“I’ll look after them, Liz,” Wills, who’s staying down there with them, assures me.
I know he will.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Mace
I’d thought I was going to have to tie Shayla up at one point. Seeing our preparations had made her want to give herself up and let Major take her. I’d explained and explained that a man like him wouldn’t back down, even if he got what he came for. We’ve poked the hornet’s nest, now we’ve got to grind the emerging insects into the ground.
Cas had killed at least one of his men, we’d sheltered Shayla. Once he’d found that out and who had her—and we’d still no idea how he’d done that—our fate, as far as he was concerned, had been sealed. He was coming for us whether he had her in his hands or not. He might even have gotten a yearning to get Cas back.
When talking hadn’t worked, I’d fucked her. Hopefully, I’ve worn her out.
Wills has got strict instructions to protect the women, Cas, and Theo with his life. Knowing the measure of the man, he’d die before he’d let anything happen to them. I had a quick word with him and told him to watch Shayla carefully, in case she tried to get out in the incorrect belief sacrificing herself would save everyone else. At least the basement is soundproofed so they shouldn’t hear bullets flying.
Sindy and Jeannie are also armed and so ready to protect themselves, I actually pity anyone who tries to get down into our basement.
Once the final ‘goodbyes’ and ‘be carefuls’ have been said, the door is locked and bolted from the inside. Judge is standing guard at the top, and I’m hidden outside with the rest of my brothers.
“Hate this waiting,” Ink speaks softly from my side.
“Me too. Used to it, though.”
“Yeah, well you’re just a bullet sponge.”
“Asshole.” I know only too well what Marines call Army. Cannon fodder, that’s the rep we’ve got. But I’ll admire any man who puts one foot in front of the other heading into a firefight.
“Dogface,” another voice sounds in my ear.
“You can shut the fuck up as well, Leatherneck,” I respond to Ink.
But trading insults with men I’m proud to call brothers is our way of bonding. Whatever arm of the forces we were in, we’re yet again facing a common enemy which unites us all.
Waiting might get on my nerves, but it is what I was trained for. Hours, days, of waiting, doing nothing, keeping still while the enemy was on the advance, knowing at some point we’d jump into action. Sometimes it would be us on the offensive, at other times like these, defending from a protected position.
I resist the urge to take out my phone to see just how long we’ve been waiting. I push down the desire to move, trying to calm my breathing, keeping my hand on my gun.
A glint of sunlight reflecting, it’s Pal’s drone, circling again.
“Looks like something’s happening,” a voice sounds in my earpiece. “Got camera’s picking shit up.”
“Trucks approaching. Got them coming up the track to the rear of the compound,” Pal confirms, presumably from the drone footage.
“Need more men at the rear?” asks Beef.
“Nah,” replies Demon. “Looks like we’ve got the same number who will be hitting the front.
“What I’d do,” I say to Ink and Liz, “is hit us from the rear, then wait and attack from the front as soon as we’re all headed out back.”
“Camera feed is going down,” Cad says. “Switching to back up. Damn. Right. Looks like the trucks at the front are hanging back.”
“They can’t know we’re expecting them, can they?” asks Liz.
I doubt it, but who the fuck knows? Same fucker informing us could have been speaking to them. Don’t trust someone when I don’t know a name, but his info does seem to be checking out.
Suddenly there’s an explosion, followed by another.
“Men down. Not ours. They’ve hit a couple of the land mines. Moving more cautiously now.”
I notice Liz wince beside me. His hands are over his head, and the blood has drained from his face.
“Liz, not now, fucker. Stay here,” I snap, recognising the signs of the onset of PTSD. He needs to stay in the here and now if he’s going to be of any use to us.
“I’m okay,” Liz growls, shaking his head as if to clear it.
The sound of rapid gunfire comes from our rear.
“Casualties?” Demon’s voice snarls in my earpiece.
“A bullet scraped Beaver, but everyone else is okay. RIP and his men are chasing the fuckers down. They’re fuckin’ lunatics.”
And indeed, war cries are coming through my earpiece. Yup, seems like the Wretched Soulz are eager to fight hand-to-hand.
“Coming our way now,” Pal shouts. “Truck approaching the gate, fast.”
We replaced the gates when the mafia knocked them down. Unfortunately, it seems they’re still not strong enough. As they take the full force of the truck, they twist and allow the truck to wedge them open.
“Grappling fuckin’ hooks. They’re climbing the walls.”
“Christ, how many of the fuckers are there?”
I try to line up a shot but cover my head as a grenade explodes close to us.
“Jesus!” shouts Ink, but I can hardly hear him as my ears are ringing.
Stun and gas grenades are landing all around us. Fuck it! We thought we’d planned for everything but haven’t got masks. I pull my bandana up over my nose, but my eyes are stinging, and I can hardly see where I’m shooting. I get off a few more rounds, but then Lizard rolls into me.
“Stop.” He knocks my gun out of my hand. “You might shoot one of us. Retreat, into the clubhouse.”
Trying to peer through my watering eyes, I notice brothers stumbling around in their haste to get inside and away from the debilitating gas. A man’s being dragged, fuck, who’s down? I pick up my gun then I’m running, keeping low to the ground, trying to identify a target to shoot at.
Inside, men are doubled up and coughing, frantically wiping eyes.
“Water, wash them,” shouts Dirt.
But we’ve no time.
A voice comes over a bullhorn, “Give the girl up. That’s all we want.”
I go to the window. My head is seen, a bullet breaks the glass and I feel the wind of it go past my cheek. Close. Too fucking close. I duck back down.
“Casualty report,” yells Demon.
“Bomber’s down,” calls back Rusty.
“Need to get back out,” shouts Beef.
“Not until that gas dies down, can’t fucking see anything,” shouts back Hellfire.
“Mace?” Demon must see where I am. “What’s going on?”
I risk raising my head again. “Hard to see a fuckin’ thing. Hold on. The truck’s backing up. Trying to push the gate back.”
“They’re not fucking breaking down our door again.” Demon sounds furious. “Man the windows. Covering fire.”
I hear the cracking of rifles from upstairs and through the smoke see men falling down.
“Someone’s got the driver,” I call out, taking a shot myself. “The truck is revving but going nowhere.”
“Rear is cleared. We’re coming around,” Pyro calls out.
“Watch yourself. There’s gas and smoke. Starting to clear now.”
Which is good. Now able to see, brothers upstairs are picking the invaders off one by one.
“All those who can still see, together now.”
Most of us head over to Demon. I see Nails with a wet rag to his face, but Dirt shakes his head. “He’s okay, but he was pretty close to a canister when it went off.”
Rusty is crouched by Bomber. When he goes to stand, Demon waves him back down. “How is he?”
“Doesn’t look good. I’m trying to stop the bleeding. We’ll have to get him to the hospital as soon as we can.”
“Ink, Lizard, Mace. You okay?” At our nods and as our bodies stand to attention, he issues his orders, “Get out and give cover to Pyro and his team coming around the building.”
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