Savage Kings MC Box Set 1

by Lane Hart

  After only a couple of minutes, he grabs my shoulders, surprising me as he tugs me up his body, smashing his lips to mine. Reaching down between us to align our bodies, I slam myself down onto him, unable to wait another second for him to possess me.

  Our kiss breaks as we both gasp at the initial sensation of him invading me. Chase’s hands grip my tits as he pushes me back and I begin to grind my hips on him. The first orgasm slams through me so intensely that my pussy clamps down on him, locking us together.

  Before I can completely recover, Chase has pulled me back down to him, one hand entwined in my hair as he kisses me roughly, the other digging into my ass as he begins guiding my movements up and down his shaft. Every few strokes, as our bodies slap together, I rock my hips, grinding my clit against him. I lose track of time as waves of pleasure rock me over and over again, lost to everything except the feeling of this beautiful man beneath me.

  I have no idea how long we’ve been mauling each other when Chase suddenly wraps an arm around my lower back and digs his fingers even deeper into my ass. Pressing his heels into the bed to lift me up slightly, his cock begins hammering at me desperately, breaking our rhythm. His frantic pace sends me screaming over the edge one last time as I feel the hot surge of his cum erupting into me.

  I collapse on top of him as he finally slows, gasping for breath. Now I’m glad that Chase kicked off all the sheets, as our sweat is actually making our chests stick together. Laughing, we peel ourselves apart and head to the shower to scrub each other down.

  Once we towel off, I get to work drying my hair while Chase disappears upstairs. By the time I’m done, he’s returned to his apartment with a stack of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and a huge bag of chips.

  “Best I could do right now, sweetheart,” he says as we sit on the bed together and dig in.

  “I’m here for the company, not the cuisine. You make a really sloppy sandwich!” I tease, after a huge glob of jelly falls out and lands between my tits since I’m still naked. A moment later, Chase has his head buried in my cleavage, cleaning me up and sending me into a fit of giggles.

  After we eat, we lay on the bed holding each other, and I think Chase even naps for a while. He startles awake when there’s a knock on the door. Rubbing at his eyes, he struggles to his feet and pulls on a pair of jeans to go answer it while I hide myself under the sheets.

  “Kennedy!” Chase says in surprise, throwing the door open wide. “Meet Sasha. Sasha, this is Torin’s old lady.”

  “Hello, lovebirds!” Kennedy grins as she leans into the room. “I heard you had some things to do tonight, Chase, and wanted to see if Sasha might want to come shopping with me.”

  “What do you think, sweetheart?” Chase asks me.

  “Of course, that’s a great idea,” I tell her. “Just give me a moment to get straightened up. I’ll be right back.”

  Chase and Kennedy step out into the doorway so that I can duck into the bathroom to dress in one of the outfits I packed — jeans and a pink blouse. Even in the bathroom I’m still able to hear Chase telling Kennedy, “Thank you. It’ll be good for you guys to spend some time together, and it will keep her from worrying about things tonight.”

  “Torin mentioned that you had a ‘special run’ tonight, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else. I’m sure it must be something dangerous, but I know you’ll be careful. Remember everything you have here, and don’t take any crazy chances.” Kennedy laughs, then says, “Oh, I might as well tell the sun not to rise in the morning. Don’t worry about Sasha. We’ll just be getting into a little trouble of our own.”

  Dressed and ready, I grab my purse and then open the door to let Kennedy and Chase know I’m all set.

  Chase kisses me goodbye, and he assures me he’ll be back later tonight. With a groan, Kennedy leads me up the stairs back to the bar, moving slowly in the late stages of her pregnancy.

  “So, what do you have in mind this evening?” I ask her, knowing that her options are a bit limited right now.

  “You have no idea how glad I am you’re here,” Kennedy grins back at me over her shoulder. “Torin hates Chinese food, and I have been craving it for weeks. I can do take-out, of course, but it’s time I had a buffet buddy. There is nothing in this world lonelier than going to the Chinese buffet alone.”

  “A Chinese buffet? You really do like to live dangerously,” I say when I laugh with her. “Come on, let’s go see what we can get into.”

  Kennedy drives us to what she calls a ‘hidden gem,’ Captain Chen’s seafood and oriental buffet. “Oh, girl, are you sure about this?” I ask her one last time before we enter.

  “Yes! You know as well as I do, life is all about taking chances. If you end up regretting it, just think of how I must be feeling and remember that you humored a pregnant woman.”

  Nodding, I hold the door open for her and follow her inside.

  After we get settled down in our booth with our plates full, I have to admit that Kennedy’s cravings paid off. “This place is amazing!” I gush, cracking open a crab leg.

  “Thank you again for coming with me,” Kennedy replies. “It feels good to get out with another woman who isn’t…well, you know how the girls at the clubhouse can be.”

  “I’ve gotten a little taste of it,” I say wryly, waving the crab meat before I take a bite.

  “I wanted you to know how happy I am for you, and especially Chase. He’s my brother-in-law, and I’ve known him for years. I never understood why he looked so…lost until earlier when I saw the way he looked at you…” Kennedy begins to tear up and grabs her napkin to wipe at her eyes. “Stupid pregnancy hormones,” she apologizes.

  “What was he like…you know, while we were apart?” I ask her, once she regains her composure.

  “Ugh, well…he’s always difficult, you know that. But he was so angry, at nothing in particular. I mean, never to me, but ask any of his brothers and they’ll tell you. They never knew what word or look might set him off. It even became sort of a rite of passage amongst prospects. Some brother would set them up to ask Chase about his tattoo, and they would see how long they could stand toe-to-toe with Chase raging at them.”

  “He would hit someone just for asking about me?” I ask her, shocked.

  “It wasn’t just that they asked, not really. I talked to him about it once, when he had been drinking and seemed calmer than usual. He told me that every time someone asked him, all the regret, the shame, and the pain he felt losing you, it all just came boiling back out. He just couldn’t stand it, and he took it out on whoever brought it up.”

  “But having you back with us,” Kennedy continues as she shakes her head. “It’s like night and day. He’s been almost giddy, practically floating with every step he takes.”

  “I know how he feels,” I tell her honestly. “The butterflies in my stomach could possibly carry me away. I missed him so damned much, and the pain of being without him…well, I never hit anyone at least.”

  “Hey, I want you to know, too, that these last few days are unusual. This isn’t how the club operates, at least never in my experience. These guys are rough, but day to day they run a legitimate network of businesses up and down the strip here,” Kennedy assures me with a pat to my arm.

  “Other than the weed thing?” I ask with an arched eyebrow.

  She waves that off, saying, “That will be legal in a couple of years. These guys are just getting out in front of the next big opportunity.” She grins at me slyly, “That’s what they’re pushing their local representative for, anyway. They're more politically active than you may expect, in some regards. Who knows, Torin or Chase might be mayor one day.”

  I almost choke on my fried rice at that idea, and we both fall into a fit of giggling that forces us to go to the bathroom. We end up spending over two hours at Captain Chen’s, swapping stories about the men that have become central to both our lives.

  When Kennedy drops me off at the clubhouse later on that evening, I lean over her belly
to give her a huge hug, feeling like she’s become such a good friend in such a short amount of time.

  “I’m so glad you’re here,” she tells me. “And I can’t wait for everything to settle down and my little man to arrive, so we can finally get back to being a family.”

  “I can’t wait to meet him, and I’m so excited to be here for this,” I assure her. “You head home and get some rest. If you feel like I do, you probably need to lie down for a while!”

  After another hug, I head into the bar, knowing it’s too early for Chase to be back. Noticing that several of the brothers, including Abe are also absent, I take a seat by the bar and settle in to wait, trying to assure myself that the heavy weight I feel in my chest is just from our overindulgent dinner.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chase

  After Sasha and Kennedy head out, I go upstairs to wait on my boys to arrive. Abe is already there, throwing darts with Sax. Miles is sitting at the bar, watching a baseball game. I go sit down beside him while we wait for Fast Eddie to bring the van and the dog.

  “You ready for tonight?” I ask Miles as I take the stool beside him.

  He grunts, then knocks back the shot sitting in front of him. He pours two more from a bottle of Jim Beam he has at hand, and slides one over to me. “For luck,” he rumbles, tossing it back.

  I raise my glass to him, then lean in close after I swallow. “Abe give you the run down on tonight?” I ask quietly.

  “Bit of wet-work, if I understand correctly,” he confirms.

  “Just a little,” I assure him. “Three guys we have to deal with; two of them are injured.”

  “Bah, you barely need me then. You’re bringing a flamethrower to a backyard barbecue,” he says.

  “Hell, brother, I knew we could handle it without you. But me and the boys didn’t want you getting bored. We figured you could use the excitement.”

  With a toothy grin, Miles looks over to the door. “Looks like our ride is here,” he says, nodding to Fast Eddie. “I appreciate you calling on me, Chase. Even if it’s an easy job, it means a lot to me to work with you.”

  “Abe, Sax, let’s roll,” I yell as I head for the door. “You ready to ride, Eddie? Got the stuff?” I ask him.

  “Yeah, Sparky’s in the van, and I put together the stuff you asked for. You, uh…you’re not gonna make me use those things, are you?” Eddie asks nervously.

  “No way, man, the guy those are intended for is all mine. Don’t you worry about that,” I assure him.

  Eddie nods to Miles and the other brothers as we all head back outside. “Let’s go grab a burger on the way,” Eddie suggests. “Once it’s a bit later and they’re settled in, this should be an easy job.”

  “You sure you want to eat before something like this?” Sax asks Eddie.

  “Shit, never mind,” Eddie replies glumly. “Come on, let’s get this over with.”

  …

  We park the van several miles away from the house where Malcolm Butner is staying, and I call Reece on the burner. “What’s it look like in there, man?” I ask him.

  “As expected,” Reece replies shortly. “Malcolm has just been helped into bed by one of his men. He is upstairs, second room on the left. The man who helped him into bed is in the bedroom straight down the hall. The soldier on watch is downstairs watching television in the front room. Sutton, the other injured guy, left and hasn’t been back, but I’ve seen no one else enter or leave.”

  “Good deal, brother. It’s time. Cut their security feeds and stay near your phone. We’ll call you when we’re done.” I close the phone and nod to Eddie, who is looking back at me from the driver’s seat. “Park about a block down the street, and let’s get this done.”

  A few minutes later, Eddie lets out a nervous laugh, killing the lights on the van just as the house comes into view. “Activate cloaking device,” he chortles. “We’re going in dark.”

  “What the fuck are you on about, man?” Sax asks him. “Park this bitch and let’s go.”

  Sparky looks up from the floorboards and whines as Eddie kills the engine. “This ain’t the park, buddy, but you might get to play a bit.” Gathering up the bulldog in his arms, he digs into a bag beside him and pulls out a well-chewed plush groundhog.

  “What’s that for?” Abe asks, nodding towards the squeaky toy.

  “I had to bring something to get him barking,” Eddie explains. “Nothing gets him going faster than his humpy.”

  “His humpy?” Abe snickers.

  Sparky is already eyeing the groundhog and growling softly. “Oh yeah, see? He’s about to lose his shit already. Let’s go before he starts rubbing his rocket on me.”

  Chuckling, I grab my bag of tools, and we all pile out of the van. “All right, Eddie, you and Sparky go around the left side of the house, like we planned. Miles, you go with him. Get Sparky going; and when the dude comes out, Miles will take care of him. Abe and Sax, you’re with me. We’ll be on the right side and back you up if anything goes wrong. Eddie, after we’re in, you bring Sparky back to the van and keep watch.”

  Everyone gives their agreement before we pull ski masks over our faces, then cross the yard to hustle into our positions. Reece had told us there were neighbors through the woods behind the house, but the place is fairly isolated, with no other surrounding homes.

  Once Abe, Sax, and I are in position, we sit tight, listening as Sparky begins growling and yipping from the other side of the house. Sax lets out a short, nervous giggle as we hear the ‘humpy’ begin to squeak furiously, just before Sparky erupts into a fit of furious barking.

  “Madre de Dios!” we hear someone roar from inside the house. “Esteban, go shut that dog up!”

  Sax slaps a hand over his mouth to stifle another burst of laughter, just before we hear the front door open and the porch light come on, illuminating the front yard. We’re safely out of range around the house, but I can hear heavy footsteps on the stairs. I motion to Abe, who raises his pistol in preparation, just in case this dumb bastard comes around our side instead.

  I didn’t need to worry. Just a few seconds later, I hear “Que mierda?” just before two soft, hissing shots through the silencer and something heavy hitting the ground. “Let’s go,” I tell the brothers.

  Miles is already at the foot of the stairs, pistol still in his hand, and Eddie is hustling back towards the van with Sparky cradled in his arms. With a quick nod to Miles, I take the lead, clearing the entrance and making sure to check behind the door for any surprises. Pointing to Sax, I signal for him to stay downstairs and watch the front before I lead Miles and Abe up the stairs.

  I motion for Miles to take the door at the end of the hall, then Abe and I take positions outside Malcolm’s room. On my signal, Abe kicks open the door, and I leap forward, gun levelled at the bed.

  Malcolm Butner is propped up against some pillows in the dark room, his broken leg stretched out before him. His head snaps up as I enter, and his right arm fumbles instinctively for the gun on his bedside table. Terrible positioning for him, since his right arm is the one in the cast. He slaps his hand down on it futilely as I cross the room, smashing the butt of my gun across the bridge of his nose.

  The asshole screams and sputters, trying to roll away from me as Abe secures the gun on the nightstand. Miles enters a moment later, smoke still rising from the silencer on his pistol. He nods to me, confirming that the house is now clear, and then comes over to help me as I throw some zip-ties from my tool bag onto the bed.

  “Bring me a chair from the dining room,” I order Abe, as I keep my gun pressed against the back of Malcolm’s head. Abe nods and takes off, while Miles begins going through my bag, looking at the other implements I’ve brought with us.

  “Hector’s gonna fucking kill you,” Malcolm spits, snorting through the blood still running out of his nose.

  “Not tonight,” Miles responds calmly. “Tonight is your special night. We are going to kill you. If you answer our questions, you die easy. If y
ou don’t want to answer them, then, well…your suffering will be legendary.”

  Malcolm freezes at the harsh threat, allowing me, Abe and Miles to easily zip-tie his leg and arms into position in the chair.

  “You two head back downstairs,” I order Miles and Abe once Malcolm is secured. Miles looks over the sharpened wood clamps he pulled from my bag, along with the modified jumper cables and the machete I packed.

  “You sure you don’t need me?” Miles asks. “Those tools are the kinds of things that give men nightmares. I’m not talking about the victims; I’m talking about the guys using them.”

  “I’m fine,” I assure him. “This slimy little dickhead wants to hurt my family. I want to do this.”

  Nodding, Miles asks, “You still want us to set it up like a cartel hit?” Miles asks.

  “Yeah. You guys go handle that. I’ll be down after our conversation.” I turn to Malcolm, whose eyes are practically bugging out of his head staring at my tools. I pull the last item out of my bag, a ball-gag, and hold it up to his face.

  “Decision time, Malcolm,” I say pleasantly. “Shall we talk, or shall I get to work?”

  …

  Half an hour later I head downstairs, weary and frustrated. Abe, Miles, and Sax are all gathered in the kitchen, keeping an eye out for any interruptions.

  “You get what you need?” Abe asks when I appear. “Seems like it went pretty fast.”

  “We’re done here,” I tell them shortly. And without any further conversation, we jog back to the van. Sparky is in the shotgun seat, so we all pile into the back, breathing heavily as we finally pull off our ski masks. Eddie wastes no time driving off; and a few moments later, we’re clear of the scene.

  “All right, man, time to spill the beans,” Abe says. “What was all this about tonight?”

  With a heavy sigh, I look around at my brothers. “Torin’s in trouble. Hector Cruz set his goons on me and Abe to remind Torin that he owes him some money. Hector’s demanding Torin cough up a million dollars, or he’s going to leak some sort of video showing our President doing…something. Torin’s already coughed up no telling how much cash before now to that fucker.”