Liquid flows over my cock as she cums around me. “That’s my girl!” I continue to tease her clit, keeping her body reacting the way I want it to. She ebbs and flows, gouging her nails further into my skin. Fuck, I hope she leaves marks. Her breathing increases, sounding like she’s run five miles in just a couple of minutes. She pulls herself off of me, moves to the end of the futon and positions her mouth over my cock, twirling her tongue around the side.
“No,” I say to her, rising up from the couch.
I can’t see her face, but I’m betting she’s lookin’ pretty pissed that I told her no. She just has to wait. I have something planned. “Lay on your back, head falling off the end of the futon.” She does as I tell her, flipping her body around so that her legs are in the air and her head hangs off the bottom of the futon.
I line my cock up with her mouth, and tap her cheek, telling her to open. “Hum, cause I’m not gonna be easy on you, girl.”
The feel of her tongue greets the head of my cock and I want to control myself just a little bit. Especially since this is the first time, but my god…she is too tempting. I can’t hold back. I can’t even try to hold back. Slamming my cock inside her mouth, my cock reaches the back of her throat and I feel her gag reflex kicking in. “Hum!” I order her, feeling the vibrations of her voice around me.
In and out I move quickly, my cock growing harder with every thrust. My head swells, forming into a hard mushroom as I feel the heat rising. I want to fuck her mouth longer, but fuck! I can’t. “Fuck, Angel!” I hiss out at her, grabbing her by the neck as my seed spills down her throat. “Fuck, take it all.”
I pull myself out of her mouth slowly, rubbing the head of my cock over her face before I dip down and kiss her, tasting both of us on her lips.
There is nothing that compares to this – not one damn thing.
I wake up from the best night of my fuckin’ life. All Angel and I did was fuck the living hell out of one another, all night long. We stopped a few times for tiny little naps, but holy shit. I wanna say I could do that shit every night, but she exhausts the living hell out of me.
Sliding on a pair of jeans, I quietly head out of our room to sneak a cigarette break. Heading towards the front door, Reed calls me over. “You have a minute?”
I stop in my tracks and shrug, “Sure. What’s up?”
“We need to talk privately.” He says, rising from the couch. I follow him back into the room that we’ve dubbed his office, when the reality of it is that the only thing he’s doing in here is fuckin’ Elena blind. We’ve all heard it. As I shut the door, he begins to speak. “It’s not a surprise that Max needs to be dealt with, and since River is here… she is my concern. Keeping her and her mother safe is my only concern. You know as well as I that isn’t possible if he’s still walking this earth.”
I’ve never done this, but I don’t care about disrespecting him right now. “Let me.”
Reed crosses his arms, lips in a stern line, telling me that he’s not happy. “If you’d let me finish, then you’d know I’m asking you to do that. Max has been spotted back in New York City, and since we now know that Rage is alive… we know where he’s going. He’s heading to the Iron Vex MC. Rumor has it that the old Demons of Hell members who didn’t get slaughtered, ran straight to Boss. They knew she’d patch them in since her ol’man is Rage. Of all the places in this world, the only place Max is safe is with a man as insane as him. There’s only one person who is, and he’s with his daughter, comin’ back from the dead and shit. I need you to grab three of the brothers and head to New York as soon as possible. You can’t take Slash with you, though.”
“Jesus. You really think I don’t know jack shit.”
Reed’s eyes widen. “What the fuck?”
“I know Slash isn’t welcome around those parts. Prison confined me, it didn’t keep me from hearin’ all the gossip and club shit. I might’ve missed a little bit, but I didn’t miss everything. Give me more credit than that, Reed. Shit.”
“Just get going. We don’t have any time to waste.” I could stand here and fuck around with him for a few more minutes, but at the end of the day I know he’s right. Max needs to be dealt with, and it needs to be sooner rather than later.
Chapter Twenty-One
“Direction is so much more important than speed. Some are going nowhere, fast.”
- Anonymous
Trick
“I don’t understand. What do you mean you have to go out of town for a few days?” Angel questions. This is the first time I’ve had to leave her, and I’m not gonna lie… it’s making me so fucking nervous that it’s not even funny. I’m worried about everything. I’m worried someone won’t be around and she’ll get down in one of her moods and decide to go get high. It’s why I was calculating when deciding who the fuck I’m bringing with me on this trip.
The only thing Chaos ever does is upset his sister, so it’s a given that I’m bringing him with me. Dmitri hates Max more than anyone, even more than Kyle if that’s possible. Lastly, I’m bringing Seamus… cause’ he’s built like a tank and we’re likely to have people think twice about fucking with our group if he and I are standin’ side by side.
“Why you… though. That’s what I don’t understand. Why can’t it be someone else?”
I place my hands on her shoulders and stare directly into her soft eyes. “Baby, Reed asked me to go which means I have to. We’ve known each other for a long time and he trusts me. Plus, this is personal for me.”
She squints her nose together, trying to piece together the puzzle. She’s not going to, though. Angel doesn’t know about certain parts of my past. “I don’t…”
Before she even finishes, I cut her off. “Max killed my sister and nephews.” Her eyes grow wide within nanoseconds, but I continue. “He’s hurt a lot of us here. Some more than others. I want to take him down, Angel, and I have to do it. The fact that he’s still breathing while my sister and those kids are six feet under kills me. It fuckin’ kills me…”
“Those are the names you say at night…” She whispers, saying it so quietly that I barely hear her.
“Huh?”
“Usually a few times every night you thrash around and get sweaty in your sleep. You always say Cody and Josh.” Dammit. I had no idea I do this shit in my sleep.
I nod once at her, “Yeah. That would be them.”
She pushes her lips over to the right, obviously not likin’ that I’m leavin. “You have to do what you have to do. But… Trick?”
“Yeah?”
“Make sure he suffers. Whenever you get him, make sure that he’s paying for everything he’s done.”
It’s music to my ears hearin’ her say that. I move my hands from her shoulders to encase her face, givin’ her one of those kisses that the girls love to talk about in the chick flicks.
“Romeo, we’ve got some shit to discuss!” I hear Kyle’s voice booming at me, and he doesn’t sound the least bit pleased. “Romeo!” He repeats, sounding even more irritated than the first time.
I glare at him as I speak, “What?!”
“You’re going to New York after this motherfucker and you didn’t think of asking me to go with you?”
“Reed told me to bring three, not the entire club.”
“And you’re taking Chaos?” Kyle chastises.
I look over to Angel, “That is why I’m bringing Chaos. He’s always a dick to her anyway. No way in hell I’d leave him here to torment her.”
“Whoa. You’re babysitting my brother so he won’t be a dickbag to me?” Angel asks like it’s shocked her.
I bring my brows together, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”
She gives me a lighthearted smile. “Wow. You must really love me.”
I start to say something to Kyle when I catch what Angel just said. She didn’t say care. She said love. “I do, very much.” My reply comes out of me so naturally, and I’m glad it does cause’ I need her to know how I feel about her. She’s the most precious
thing in my entire life. My one chance at happiness and having the family I’ve always wanted for myself.
I see my reply finally registers with her. Maybe she didn’t even realize what she said at first, and knowing her, it just slipped out. She is one of the most heartfelt women I’ve ever known, but with that comes a guarded part of herself that she doesn’t allow anyone to get past. Somehow, some way… I’ve managed to break past her walls, and I couldn’t be happier. I only hope she is too.
“Point and case being I’m coming with you all and there’s nothing you can do to stop my stubborn ass.” Kyle grumbles out, getting the last word in. I shake my head, not even bothering to argue with him. “Alright, but you’re the one with a pregnant girlfriend.”
“Michelle will be fine. She’s a tough bitch.” He says to me as he walks away. Sometimes I wonder how a man like Kyle, er, let me rephrase that. I wonder how a dick like Kyle landed a girl like Michelle.
I kiss Angel quickly on the lips, “Babe. I have to get my shit together. I love you, and I’ll see you in a few days.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.”
- Aristotle
Angel
It feels so fucking weird to be here by myself. It’s not like I’m alone or anything, but it feels like I’m alone when Trick isn’t around. I hate to be that girl who says that part of her is missing when their boyfriend isn’t around, but I’m totally pulling that card.
I feel like there is a huge part of me missing, and because of that, I almost feel sick. I don’t feel happy, but I don’t feel said either. I just feel… void, here, like a waste of space. “What’s up with you looking all sad and shit?” Enzo asks from the beanbag chair in the corner of the studio.
I know what the actors did on that chair yesterday and I sure wouldn’t be sitting there…
Yuck!
I swivel around on the computer chair to face him, bringing my legs up to where I’m sitting pretzel style. “I’m fine. I just miss him. I’m worried… I think.”
“Has he been texting you?”
I nod.
“Has he called you?”
I nod.
“Then why the hell are you worried? He’s alive and well. If he wasn’t, you wouldn’t be hearing from his ass.”
I huff, “I don’t know. I’m not used to this yet, Enzo. Every bit of this is so new to me and I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle it.”
“Want me to tell you a secret?” Why do I feel like this isn’t much of a secret, and more of him being a smartass? “You just have to keep busy and deal with it. There’s nothing else you can do, and it sucks. But if you don’t just keep yourself busy, you’re gonna think about it all the time and that is gonna drive you crazy. Your head will muster up the worst things that could be happening and you’ll be over here freaking out while he’s eating a slice of deep dish pizza. We just need to distract your wandering mind.”
“Okay, wise one. Distract me.”
“Ask me something. Believe it or not, you don’t know that much about me.”
“What’s your full name?”
“Lorenzo Giuseppe Bianchi,” I thought he was gonna shoot out something short, but lord I didn’t expect that. His last name rings a bell, though. “I can tell by the face you’re making that you’ve heard of the Bianchi’s.”
I think hard and I know that I have, I just don’t know how. Wait a second. “Aren’t they some old fashioned gangsters?”
He nods. “Yep. Straight outta New York. My father’s family runs the streets up there.”
“Whoa. WHOA. So… you’re like… Italian royalty.”
Enzo chuckles, “No, not quite. I’m not a DiGiovanni. My dad is a low-life scumbag, and he was an even worse father.”
“Oh… sorry.”
“There’s nothing to apologize for. See what this is doing? You’re keeping your mind off of Trick. Ask me another question.”
Oh, this one will be easy. “How in the hell are you still single?”
Now for this question Enzo doesn’t respond as quickly, “I’m hung up on a girl that I don’t even think knows I exist. I’ve wanted her for ages, but on top of that, her brother loathes me and she loves her brother.”
“Aw. That’s sad.” I tell him, meaning every word of it. I can’t imagine wanting someone so badly, but feeling like it would never work out because of their family. So much so, that you don’t even give it a shot. “Don’t let the fear of what might happen hold you back from what can.” I don’t know where the words of wisdom just came from. But if I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that you have to chase after what you want, even if it terrifies you half to death.
Chapter Twenty-Three
“Don’t give up on something you really want.”
- Anonymous
Trick
Queens is one of the places where I’d rather not be. Honestly, I have no desire to ever be slammed in the midst of congestion central. Out of everything in this world, I hate traffic the most. Another prison sentence would be easier on me than this shit is. I raise my hand up, seeing that we’re just a block away from the Iron Vex clubhouse.
The last time I saw Boss she was a young girl, maybe nineteen or in her early twenties. It’s been a few years. I remember as a teenager, she never really cared for her father much. They have a typical deadbeat dad situation going on. Rage fucked her Mom all those years ago, she got pregnant and he showed up a few times every now and again. Which is why it makes this situation so interesting. Rage crawled back to his baby girl’s front doorstep for help, bringing his leftover men with him along the way.
After ten minutes we’re finally able to gain traction and get to where we need to be. The Iron Vex’s club looks nothing like the rest. Being that they’re in the middle of a major city, their clubhouse is a seven bay garage that goes up two stories. It’s been years since I’ve been here, but somehow I doubt that it’s changed much. I raise my hand and motion the brothers to follow me, parking our bikes on the side.
There’s no chance that we’ll be able to get in undetected, so I make sure that we’re all in view. Each of us park our bikes, dismount and meet up. “We’ll get into the bar and have a couple drinks. At some point Boss will come up and ask us what’s going on no doubt.” I say, not sticking around to hear their replies or disagreements with my plan. They shouldn’t even have any. I’ve been doing this for a fuck of a long time and if I didn’t know what I was doing, I wouldn’t still be alive.
It might be the end of winter, but brother’s still stand outside with the garage bay doors wide open, staring at us as we walk down to where the bar is. They’ve sectioned out an entire part of their club for this joint. No civilians can come in unless they’re sponsored by a patched member. The Iron Vex have some interesting… traditions that go on certain nights of the week. Shit, who knows. They might be swingin’ around every night these days.
I pull open the door to the bar and the brothers follow closely behind, each splitting away from me. We’ve been in this rodeo a few times, knowing it’s better to break apart than to all be together. “Hey handsome. You new?” A short black girl greets me, with dreads that fall down to her ass.
“I’m old, ancient even.” I reply, getting a good laugh out of her. “Say, is Boss around? I’m an old friend.”
“Hmm, old I’ll agree with. Friend… you don’t look like a friend Boss would have. You know what I’m sayin’” She mutters before disappearing behind the bar, into what I can imagine is either the way to the stock room or kitchen. This girl seems to know a lot about Boss, and her tastes.
I hear the click of her heels hitting the wood before she even comes into view. Turning, she sways down the stairs like she always does, looking just like a goddess. The brothers look to me and then to her, none of them meeting her before. “Have you come here for your games, Trick?”
“No, ma’am. Purely business.”
Boss c
rosses her arms, putting all of her weight on one foot, looking like the sassy bitch she is. “You have never been here for purely business. Whenever you come here… you like to stay long enough to come… in… here.” Before I got locked up, I would drive up to New York every few months to take part in some of the swinging parties the Iron Vex’s put on. Only thing is, I wasn’t doin’ much swingin’ since I was fuckin’ their Prez.
I shake my head, putting my hand up. “No, love. I have an ol’lady now and we’re good. I’m here for business. There’s been a guy named Max sniffin’ around here since your Pops came back?”
Her eyes go wide, telling me that no one has confronted her about her father being alive. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you do. Your uncle was mistakenly killed and your Pops crawled back to you to save his sorry ass from actually being murdered.” Her eyes don’t waver from mine and I know what she’s doing. Boss is trying to figure out what her next play is. The thing is… she doesn’t have any. “I don’t give a fuck about your Pops. I just want Max.”
“Why should I give you him?” She counters, trying to play hard to get. She forgets that I know her, and I know deep, dark secrets about her. Like the way she thinks, and the fucked up dream that she’s always wanted her daddy in her life. Why else would she be fuckin’ the older men like myself? Daddy issues much?
“Because you don’t have a choice. No one knows Rage is alive accept for me, and just because of our history, I’ll keep that secret. If you give me Max. He’s fucked us over, girl. Murdered innocents, raped one of the Skulls girls. That’s only the shit I know about.” I say. I don’t want to give her too much, but I will if I have to. If anything, this girl has a heart. She’ll give me what I want. “He killed Janine and the boys.”
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