Chains' Trust

by E. C. Land

  Without breaking our kiss, I slip Tiny’s pants and underwear down in one swoop. Next, I unfasten and pull my jeans down just enough to release my dick from its confines. I quickly slide a finger through her slit to make sure she’s ready for me. Finding what I want, I thrust all the way to the hilt making my woman scream my name.

  Throwing Tiny’s legs over my shoulders to get the angle I want; I deepen my thrusts as I fuck my woman with a ruthless speed. I take out all of my pent-up stress, that I’d been holding in, out on her body. I may have been fuckin’ Tiny since we started but nothing like this.

  Thrusting into Tiny’s pussy, I break the kiss, panting for breath. Meeting her gaze, I thrust even harder into her.

  Sweat begins to build on my forehead as my orgasm starts to build. At the same time, Tiny’s nails sink into my back as her pussy begins to tighten around my dick.

  “Fuck, Sloane. Come on my dick,” I order knowing what being told what to do will do to her.

  Screaming my name, she clamps down on my dick pulling my orgasm from me all at the same time. I roar her name as I spurt every last drop of my come into her.

  “Darren,” she murmurs, breathlessly and fuck if my dick doesn’t twitch ready for another round.

  “I fuckin’ love you, Sloane. Don’t you ever doubt that,” I rasp before pulling out of her. Groaning I sit back on my still jean clad legs and stare down between us.

  Fuck me, we didn’t use a condom. “Uhh, baby, I never asked and it’s pretty shitty to be asking now after being inside you, but are you on birth control?” I’m betting I already know the answer to that question; however, I need confirmation on it.

  “Umm, I was on the shot for a while. But I haven’t had one since being here and I was due for one right after I moved here,” she says, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth.

  “Damn, baby, don’t do that. I’ll end up fuckin’ you all over again. You don’t know what nibbling on your lip does to me.” I groan as I stand up. “We have two options, Bitsy. Either go get a Plan B pill or we wait to see if you get pregnant. If we go get the pill, I won’t be pissed. Just means you're not ready and we’ll use condoms until we can get you on birth control. Now if you want to wait and see, then I don’t want to use condoms anymore. Feeling your pussy bare felt too damn good to give up.”

  “Umm, I really like not having a barrier between us,” she murmurs with a smile.

  “Plan B?” I ask.

  “I don’t believe in it.” Fuckin’ hell. Can she get any more perfect for me than she already is?

  Chapter Sixteen

  Tiny

  Holy mother of all flying monkeys in the sky.

  This guy knows just how to make everything better. Okay I’ll rephrase that. His dick makes everything better with blissful orgasms that relax me.

  After the first one of the night, during our heart to heart, we stripped down completely. Pulling me with him, Chains drew a shower for us. He then proceeded to toy with my pussy and make me come twice before he took me against the shower wall.

  Now lying in his arms, I feel lighter than I think I ever have, however, we still have a lot to talk about.

  “Who’s Deanna?” I ask, my fingers trailing designs along his muscular chest.

  Sighing, Chains sits up and leans against the headboard. “Deanna was my best friend growing up. As we got older, I thought she was the one for me. I couldn’t have been more wrong with that one.”

  “Right after high school, Deanna married the man who killed my parents. I wanted to rip his throat out when I realized that’s who she was marrying. I’d started to make plans to rescue her from the life she was doomed for. However, she didn’t want to be rescued. Deanna was power hungry and decided being Delano’s queen she’d be able to do what she wanted.”

  “Hell, the bitchhonestly thought she could have me as her side piece. That didn’t work out too well for her. After Delano found out her little plan, thanks to one of her supposed friends, he killed the informant right in front of Deanna to prove to her she wasn’t to be with anyone but him. So she’d turned into not just a power hungry bitch, she became a psychopath killing people when she felt like it, stealing women and young girls off the streets to make them slaves in either one of her brothels or to be sold.”

  “Wow, that’s just wow. I can’t even think of the words to describe what I think of that,” I say, sitting up to look at Chains.

  “Nothing to say about it, Bitsy, the bitch is a fuckin’ lunatic. Reason I didn’t want her to see you is because I don’t want her to do anything to you.”

  My heart skips a beat at his statement. Well more along the lines of the torment that seems to be swirling in his gaze.

  “Nothing is going to happen to me,” I murmur, lifting a hand to touch the scruff on his face.

  “You don’t know that, Sloane,” he mutters, closing his eyes for a brief moment. “My parents died at the hands of Deanna’s husband. She’s had years to learn from him. Fuck, in my opinion she’s sicker than he is. I’ve seen what she does and it’s not pretty.”

  “I can know that, you know why?”

  “Why?” Meeting my gaze, Chains, seems to be getting agitated.

  “Because I trust you, Chains. I’m not going to do anything without you and it’s not like I leave the clubhouse except for that one time.”

  “That’s going to change, baby, you should be going out, shopping, making friends, and what not,” he argues.

  “But I’m happy with the way things are now. If and when I’m ready to go out again, I know I can talk to you.” Smiling, I straddle his hips. “Besides, I’m not going to let that bitch or anyone else win. Let the woman find out about me. I’m betting when she hears about me being your ol’ lady she’ll make a move which will leave you open to take her down if you want. And if it helps any, I’ll pull the trigger.”

  “Fuckin’ hell, Bitsy. Talkin’ about you being bait isn’t something I’m willing to do. But have to say the thought of you with a gun in your hand is hot as fuck. Do you even know how to use a gun?” Grinning, I nod my head.

  “Yep, I do. In fact, your sister and Rachel made a point of dragging me out of my room and to the shooting range to teach me. Evidently, I’m an excellent shot,” I say confidently. What I don’t say is how I’d envisioned the bullseye as the faces of the men who hurt me. From my father to Jackal and the nameless people on the streets who’d tried.

  “Damn, tomorrow we’re going to the range. I wanna see what you have,” Chains declares, his hands moving up my legs to grip my waist.

  Without any barriers between us, Chains’ dick is pressed against my core.

  “Darren,” I moan, as Chains guides my movements over his shaft.

  “You like that Sloane, my dick sliding between your pussy lips, rubbing against your clit. You’re fuckin’ soaking me already,” he rasps, right before he stops me. “Wait. I wanna do something, baby.” Sliding me off of him, I start to protest when he gets out of the bed.

  I follow him with my gaze as he walks over to the closet and opens the door slightly. “I’m not fuckin’ you again until you have this,” he says, turning back to me after closing the closet with something clutched in his hand.

  My breath catches when I realize exactly what Chains is holding.

  “Stand up, Sloane,” he commands.

  Slowly, I crawl to the edge of the bed. My gaze stays locked with his, the entire time, as my heart pounds against my chest.

  “Darren,” I murmur when I’m standing directly in front of him.

  “Bitsy, I claimed you as mine and I’m never letting you go,” he growls as he puts the cut on my naked body.

  Glancing down, tears well in my eyes. By him putting this on me means everything to me. He didn’t just hand it to me. No, Chains showed me the importance of this by sliding it onto my body the first time himself.

  “I love you,” I whisper, reaching up on my tiptoes as I wrap my arms over his shoulders.

  “Love you too, Sl
oane,” he rasps, tilting his head down to meet me in the middle. Kissing me lightly, Chains lifts me up into his arms. His dick presses at my entrance when I wrap my legs around his waist. “Now, I’m gonna fuck you the rest of the night with you wearing my cut, baby.”

  “Hmmm, I like that idea,” I giggle and sink down on to him.

  “Good,” he groans while laying me on the bed and rolling us until I’m on top of him. “Ride me, Sloane.”

  Smiling down at him, I begin to do as he commands. I ride him nice and slow teasing him, wanting to prolong our pleasure.

  Feeling lighter than I ever have, I don’t want it to end.

  But you know what they say.

  Nothing lasts forever.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chains

  “Bitsy, did you fill out the application for school yet?” I ask Tiny during breakfast as I stare at her. I can’t seem to take my gaze off of her. Seeing her in my property cut does something to me. Last night I fucked her every way possible while she wore it over her naked tits.

  Fuck. I’d even had her pose for me in the middle of the bed this morning in nothing but her cut and panties so I could take a picture.

  It’s now the background on my phone.

  “I did,” she says, quietly glancing around the table. Seeing that my brothers were paying attention, she lowers her head in embarrassment.

  “Tiny, don’t be ashamed of wanting to go to school.” Axel says, from a few chairs down.

  “Yeah, there’s nothing to be ashamed about,” Breaker grins.

  “Shit, if it makes you feel better, I’ll apply and do it with you,” Speed states from the other end of the table. He’s one of our newest brothers but he’s damn good at covering our backs when needed. We don’t call him Speed for nothing. The man is constantly going and has a lead foot.

  “Thank you,” Tiny says, but the blush still tints her cheeks.

  “Baby, look at me,” I command as I reach over to hold her hand. “You have nothing to be nervous about nor ashamed of. You’re smart and you can do this. When it comes time for school, remember you have all of our support.”

  “Damn right,” Tyres grunts from where he’s sitting on the other side of me. “Tiny, you’re not just Prez’s ol’ lady. You’re family to us. The moment you walked into the clubhouse with Shadow you became like a little sister to all of us. Well, except your ol’ man here,” he grins.

  As I open my mouth to respond, the front door to the clubhouse is thrown open and one of our prospects, Shock, rushes into the room.

  “Prez, there’s a box at the gate you need to see,” he says in a rush.

  Tensing, I stand up. “Why didn’t you just bring the box up here?” I demand.

  “Couldn’t lift it by myself,” Shock responds.

  Nodding, I look down at Tiny. “Stay in here, okay?”

  “Okay. I’ll just go start cleaning up breakfast,” she says, quietly.

  “Have the strays do it. You have enough other stuff on your plate to do,” I suggest, knowing she’d planned to do inventory of the bar today.

  Nodding, she stands up and I lean down to give her a quick kiss before heading out the door.

  Making my way to the gate, I take in the size of the box with narrowed eyes.

  “What the fuck?” Breaker snarls as he walks next to me.

  “I’m not liking this,” Tyres mutters.

  “Me either,” I say in agreement.

  The moment I get to the box, I notice an envelope taped to the top. Snatching the damn thing off the box, I open it up to read what it says.

  I hope you enjoyed the show the other night, sweetheart, because when I get my hands on that bitch, I’ll do the same to her. Remember when I said if I couldn’t have you no one can? Well that goes for this little girl as well. As they say misery loves company and you my sweetheart are my company, Darren and I’ll never let you be. Not even in death will that happen. Here’s a gift for you. I hope you like it because she was outstanding.

  Deanna

  Fury consumes me as I reread the letter.

  “Open the box,” I snarl, dreading what we’re about to find in it.

  Pitch Black pulls his knife out and cuts the tape away. Flipping the flaps to the side, we all get a good look at what’s inside. Curses surround me as I take in the sight of the poor girl we’d seen on the live feed Fuse had brought to my attention yesterday. He’d come to me when he’d noticed Deanna seemed to look directly into the camera we’d had placed in their house almost a year ago.

  Bruises from the beating she received cover her entire body. Blood smeared across her pale skin from the slashes she’d taken. Visions of the footage yesterday fill my mind, her muted screams.

  We’d failed this girl, because of the situation being caused in the bar with Noémie. I’d been blinded by my girl being hurt that we didn’t get to save this one. If only we’d acted last night, she might still be alive.

  “Fuck,” I snarl, closing my eyes in frustration. Then it hits me. She’d set it up. That fuckin’ bitch sent Noémie here.

  Turning on my heel I head toward the clubhouse, “Church now. Shock and Crank get this out of here. We don’t need the police coming thinking we had anything to do with this shit. Put her somewhere her body will be found though. When you’re done with that go pick-up Noémie.”

  “You got it, Prez,” Shock says.

  “Why do they need to get that bitch?” Brake asks.

  “Because that fuckin’ bitch was part of Deanna’s plan,” I growl, throwing the door open. It bangs against the wall and out of the corner of my eye I see Tiny jump.

  “Bitsy, need you to stay inside no matter what needs to be done. You need something outside, you get a prospect,” I say, not stopping on the way to the room we all meet for church.

  The moment we’re all in the room I take my seat and grab a cigarette out of the pack I keep in here for when I really need one.

  “What did the letter say?” Tyres asks doing the same as me. Neither of us smoke often but when bad shit’s surrounding us, we do. Actually, several of us do. Some prefer weed to cigarettes so the room becomes a mixture of smoke.

  “That girl was a pawn to show us that Deanna knows we have eyes on them. She also states that Tiny is next,” I sneer, slamming a fist on the large oak table my grandfather built himself. “Crazy, stupid bitch seems to have completely gone insane.”

  “What do you want to do?” Ryder growls.

  “I say it’s time we send her and the rest of them through the inferno of hell,” I declare.

  Each of my brothers nod their heads in agreement.

  “Burn the motherfuckers to the ground,” Breaker sneers.

  Nodding my head, I light another cigarette as we start to go over the last bit of details for what we’d been planning to do.

  Tonight, the sky will glow bright with the fires coming for those who fucked with us.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Tiny

  Something bad is going on and I’m starting to worry. When all the club members went into the room they hold church in, I knew whatever had been in that box Shock had mentioned, it wasn’t good.

  Trying to take my mind off what’s going on, I busy myself with cleaning the bar. I move all of the liquor bottles and glasses in order to wipe the shelves down. Unable to get the top shelves I climb up onto the counter behind the bar to reach the top.

  In the middle of wiping the top shelf the front door opens, bringing with it the light from the afternoon sun. My jaw nearly drops to the floor at seeing the group of people who just stepped into the clubhouse.

  Distracted by the intrusion, I lose my footing and fall from the counter landing on my butt. Worst of it was the fact I ended up bringing the bar down with me. Glasses crash around me and liquor bottles break.

  “Shit,” I groan, laying against the cold floor in somewhat of a daze at the same time my name is yelled by several people.

  “What the fuck is going on in here?” Chain
s demands, though I can’t see him from behind the bar. I can imagine his gaze narrowing at the fact church was interrupted. “What the . . . shit. Bitsy.”

  “Don’t move,” Raven orders. I didn’t even realize she was next to me.

  “Someone want to tell me why you all are here?” Chains mutters as he makes it to my side. His question directed at not only Raven but his sister and several members from the Devil’s Riot MC that are with them.

  “Figured it was time for a visit with my big brother,” Vi says, causing me to giggle which turns into a groan due to the pain in my rear.

  “Bitsy, what the hell happened?” Chains asks, softly.

  Focusing my gaze on him, I try to smile through the pain. “I slipped.”

  “You slipped? Baby, seriously you slip, and I come in here to find you laid out on the floor with glass all around you.”

  “Sorry it’s our fault, we startled her without meaning to when we came in.” I hear Stoney say.

  With gentle movements, Chains lifts me into his arms and stands to his full height. He sits me on the top of the bar as Pipe comes around the bar to make sure I’m okay along with Ranger.

  “I’m okay,” I mutter, holding my hands up to stop everyone hovering anymore.

  “Good, now tell me how the hell you slipped,” Chains grumbles.

  “I was cleaning the top shelves when the door opened, distracting me and I lost my footing. I’m sorry I broke all the glasses,” I say, lowering my head.

  I’m sure he’s probably pissed as hell at me for breaking everything.

  “Look at me, Sloane.” Cupping the side of my face, Chains guides my movements until I’m meeting his gaze. “I’m not worried about the fuckin’ glasses or liquor that shit’s replaceable. You’re not, baby. Next time you want to clean the top shelves, a prospect will handle it for you. No more climbing shit. Got me?”