The President

by Archer, Addy

  “Motherfucker. I forgot,” I grumble and shake my head. “And you’re an evil, twisted motherfucker. You just wait. I’m guessing these fuckers connected with Romero will come into our territory to raise a little hell soon enough. So, we’ll have plenty of opportunities to get a little crafty.”

  “Any time, any place. We’re fucking ready for them,” Hunt rumbles.

  I smack him on the back. “Come on, let’s get changed and head back to the clubhouse. I have an old lady to get back to, and you need to pick up your kid in a few hours.”

  “Fuck. Yeah, I do. Can’t be late again, and it’s Friday, so the school closes early.” Hunt’s attention switches easily from killing to taking care of his daughter, and it makes me smile.

  We all put our family first. The MC, kids, old lady, whatever makes it complete—we fight for our reasons to live as fiercely as taking our next damn breath. And I can’t wait to get home and inhale the sweet scent of my woman. To have her in my arms and relish in the calm before the storm.

  Knowing what’s to come, we can’t sit back and relax completely. We have to be on our toes and plan our next move. It’s the whole reason I decided not to drag Romero’s death out but handle it quickly instead. For all we know, Trigger Pull MC is already set to strike back.

  They took everything Romero had, and I know this fucker had a lot of whores and a well running business. With them taking over, this means they’re already active on the streets that belong to us. Yeah, we need to take a breath now and brace ourselves to face these fuckers head-on.

  C H A P T E R T E N

  ~ ANGIE ~

  I have been biting my nails ever since I woke up. Linc was sitting in the main room of the clubhouse, and I could tell he was on edge too. Drinking loads of coffee didn’t help to calm my nerves either, and when Linc received a phone call, things became mysterious.

  After most of the bikers came back, Linc disappeared for almost an hour before strolling right back into the clubhouse as if nothing happened. Neo was keeping an eye on me, as if to make sure I didn’t slip out to see what Linc was doing.

  I shouldn’t worry; this is their business, not mine. But I can’t help it. Relief fills me when I see Alaric finally stalk into the room, his eyes scanning the space until they land on mine. A smile slides over his face, and in this moment, I want nothing more than to run to him and take his mouth. But that would be weird, right? With all the other guys surrounding us.

  Alaric holds out his hand, and it makes me forget my surroundings and hurry into his arms. My body crashes against his, and he buries his fist in my hair to tilt my head and take my mouth in a rough kiss. I groan in relief at knowing he needs me as much as I need him.

  “All right, you two, get a room. Shit. I need to get laid some time real soon because my cock is getting hard watching the two of you kiss the shit out of each other,” Hunt grumbles.

  Alaric breaks the kiss but keeps me flush against his body while his attention goes to Hunt. “You’re an ugly motherfucker with your braided Mohawk and your fatty muscles. Good luck finding a woman who’s as special as mine, asshole.”

  “I’m fucking bulking, and you know it,” Hunt growls.

  I gasp at Alaric’s rude comment. “Don’t listen to him, Hunt. You’re a great catch with the whole sexy, single-dad vibe.”

  “Fuck. I’m late. I gotta go pick her up.” Hunt rushes out of the clubhouse, making the both of us laugh.

  “Come on, I need to feel you underneath me,” Alaric whispers next to my ear.

  He starts to drag me along with him as I ask, “Just underneath you, huh?”

  He spins on his heels and leans down in my face. “My cock needs to be buried inside your body. I’m not picky how. If it’s shoved deep inside your sweet pussy or tight ass, that’s up to you, but one way or another, you’re gonna be wrapped around me.”

  “Then why are we still standing here?” I ask, my voice breathy and my heart thundering from hearing the need in his voice.

  My thighs clench at the mere thought of having him claim my body. It doesn’t matter how he does it because everything this man does to my body has me writhing with pleasure.

  “Pres, about what we put in the…,” Linc says, but stops abruptly to clear his throat. “Yeah, about that.”

  Alaric doesn’t let him finish but cuts him right off. All lust is forgotten when he thunders, “Not now, Linc. And do I need to remind you of club rules, prospect?”

  Linc swallows and takes a step back. “Sorry, Pres.”

  Alaric grabs my wrist a little too hard and starts to drag me to his room, but I’m still frozen by the way he reacted to Linc. Alaric doesn’t look back but snaps, “Move,” leaving me no other choice but to follow him as he roughly drags me along with him.

  At this point, I get more than a little pissed and rip my hand out of his tight grip as soon as I’m in the room.

  I shove against his pecs and snap, “What’s wrong with you?”

  He drags a hand through his hair but doesn’t say anything. His gaze is set on the floor, and it seems his mind is stuck there too.

  “What happened?” I question, my voice softer this time, realizing something must have happened with him reacting this way.

  His eyes find mine and understanding hits. Out there he’s their president and all the worry lands on his shoulders, so he needs to push forward at every angle. Not to mention keep every biker in here in line along with it. With everything that’s been going on, he has a lot eating at him.

  I can tell he wants to say so much, and yet he’s holding back. Rather than being angry from the way he pulled me in here with a rough grip, I take a deep breath and wait for him to say something, but instead of communicating, he just stares at me.

  Eventually anger surges back up. “Okay, we can do this a couple of different ways between us. Live alongside each other and be happy with the fucking and casual chitchat, or you can let me in. You know damn well I can keep a secret and won’t run off to do anything to hurt you or the club. Hell, I don’t have anyone else but you and the nutcases the clubhouse is filled with. I get the whole club business thing and I’m not allowed to put my nose in there, but I can see the weight you’re pulling all on your own. Even if you have Hunt to carry it with you, let me have something. Maybe I can be of some help, besides lending you an ear to blow off some steam.”

  His breathing turns steady, and his eyes are still locked on mine. It’s almost like he’s trying to stare into my very soul as if they would reveal the answer to all his problems. Finally he sighs and sits down on the mattress.

  “Trigger Pull MC are the ones involved with Romero. When we arrived at the pimp’s house, it was completely empty. Those fuckers took everything he had and with it I realize they’ve set foot on our grounds. This means war, not just some disagreement about a whore who stole cash or coke. It will get bloody, and it will cost lives.” He flashes up and starts to pace. “We found a girl at Romero’s house. He had her stashed in a space underneath his floor of the living room. I had Linc set her up in the house we have at the edge of our property. We don’t know who the fuck she is or why Romero had her. The way we found her…. Fuck. She’s skin over bones, all drugged up. Then Linc asked what to do with her with you standing right next to me. You. I can’t lose you because you find out we took a girl with us and locked her up like Romero had her stashed away. This is some really fucked-up shit. All of it. It made me realize for the first time my future enemies have the ability to bring me to my damn knees.” He steps toward me and takes my face in his hands. “I would burn down the whole motherfucking world if something happened to you. The mere thought of that woman hidden underneath a floor hatch… Fuck. What if someone took you from me? Locked you up?”

  I slide my fingers around his wrists, and I can’t help the goofy smile spreading over my face. “Then I will know the man who adores me will come for me. You’ll save me just like you saved that girl.”

  “But what if?” he croaks.

&
nbsp; I press my lips against his to prevent him from voicing possibilities. Pulling back, I give him a fierce look. “We can’t dwell on what-ifs. We live in the now where we handle everything head-on and where there is no place for fearing the future. It’s not like we’re reckless or wear blindfolds. We have all the guys in this MC at our back. And I’m right here for you, just as you’re right there for me. And yes, now that you have me it might give your enemies opportunities, but you’re the one reaping the benefits too. Because I make you stronger by standing beside you. And I damn well know you’ll fight harder because of me.”

  “Damn fucking right I will,” he grunts fiercely.

  “Hey, what if the girl you saved and brought here is connected to the other MC or to the drugs that’s missing? It could be the reason why they left Romero alive but took everything he had. He had something to hold over their heads, to twist their arms to do their bidding.”

  His eyes light up with a look of pride. “Damn brilliant letting you in on things. Fuck. You might be right. And if you are, this also means we have something they want back. I’ll discuss it with the others as soon as Hunt returns from picking up Raven.”

  A smile tugs my lips as I mutter, “Perfect. Now, where were we with the whole ‘needing you underneath me’ thing before we got sidetracked?”

  Alaric chuckles but is cut off by the sound of his phone ringing.

  “I don’t want to answer, but with everything going on, I have to.” He groans and steps back to answer the phone.

  The second he does, I know it’s not good. His eyes are being swallowed by hate while his chest rumbles with the sound of anger getting ready to burst free.

  “We don’t owe you shit, and we didn’t even owe Romero shit. We handled our business. It ends now, you hear me?”

  I can hear a voice bellow out words in return on the other side of the line.

  Alaric’s mouth slides into a thin line before he starts to bark out his words. “Do you have any idea who the woman is you’re casually demanding to hand over to become a fucking whore? My old lady, motherfucker. That’s who. The president’s old lady. You fuckers have no damn respect and will soon feel what it’s like to mess with the wrong people.”

  Alaric ends the call and has his phone in a death grip. His chest is heaving, and the anger is pouring off him in waves. In this moment, I see the man who holds the devil’s wrath in one hand and a bloody knife in the other. He’s ready to kill whatever comes his way to protect what’s his, and I suddenly realize I’ve fallen in love with the man standing before me.

  I crash my body to his, and he instantly wraps his arms around me. Pressing his nose against the skin of my neck, he inhales deeply, and it’s as if the action has a calming effect on him. He pulls back and stares into my eyes.

  “You will handle this,” I tell him, the confidence clear in my fierce voice. “And I’m right here if you need me.”

  The corner of his mouth twitches. “The queen fixer. My queen. What a fucking team. I’ll make a mess, and you’ll clean it up, huh?”

  “You haven’t lived until you’ve faced a few bumps in the road they call living. Though with us, the bumps turn out to be bodies. But you know me, I’m good at getting rid of those so, you’re lucky you have me.” I shrug.

  “Damn lucky,” he whispers against my lips.

  His phone indicates he received a message. Glancing down, the both of us read the text at the same time.

  UNKNOWN:

  A cunt for a cunt. Your old lady or a substitute. We’ll take one that belongs to you.

  I swallow hard and glance at Alaric, whose eyes are still locked on his phone. “Do you think this means they are going to kidnap a woman connected to the club? I’m the only woman here, besides those who come here to entertain some of the guys. We need to let the others know.”

  Alaric is about to reply, but his phone starts to ring. Hunt’s name flashes on the screen.

  “Hunt,” Alaric grunts. “Can’t talk now. Trigger Pull MC just made contact. What? Fuck. No, man. This can’t be happening. Are you sure? Get your ass back here now, and I’ll let all the others know. We’ll find her, Hunt. We’ll fucking find her and get her back home.”

  My heart is beating out of my chest, and I’m afraid of what Alaric is about to say, and yet I already know. He hangs up the phone and his tormented eyes lock onto mine.

  “Raven is missing. They took her, Angie. It’s not so hard to guess with the text they sent and Hunt’s daughter missing. Fuck.”

  “No,” I gasp, fear surrounding me at the very thought of Hunt’s little girl being hurt and knowing there’s nothing we can do in this moment until we know more.

  Thank you for reading The President. I hope you enjoyed escaping into the world of Rebel Rage MC, where laws don’t apply, loyalty is everything, and love is worth fighting for. The President is book one of the Rebel Rage MC trilogy, which will continue in The Vice President and conclude in The Prospect.

  Links to all books:

  The President

  The Vice President

  The Prospect

  Trigger Pull MC Series:

  Jace

  Stone

  Dreamer

  Standalone Mafia Romance:

  Bruno (Heartless Mafia Boss)

  Follow Addy Archer on Social Media

  Facebook

  Facebook Group

  Bookbub

  Goodreads

  Instagram

  Twitter

  addyarcher.com

  To receive updates about new releases and sales: Newsletter sign up