Quieting the Biker's Rage

by Piper Davenport

  I sighed. “Probably locked in Doc’s room.”

  “Maybe.”

  “What about Quin?” I asked.

  “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her all day,” she said. “I’m sorry, honey. If I thought we had a chance of getting out of here without being seen, I’d totally make a break for it. Gator’s watching me extra close.”

  “It’s okay,” I said. “I’ll figure something out.”

  “Good luck.”

  “Thanks.”

  I hung up and called Quin.

  “Hey, Lyric.”

  “Are you here?” I asked. “At the compound?”

  “Yes, why?”

  “Because Doom locked me in our room.”

  “Shut up, really?”

  I paced the room. “Yes, and I need someone to come and let me out or I’m going to murder him in his sleep.”

  “Well, if I had the key, I’d totally come up there and free you, but I don’t.”

  “Shit,” I hissed.

  “I can storm into the meeting and demand he give it to me, though,” she offered.

  “No, that’s okay. But will you help me hide his body in the morning?”

  “Absolutely. Just let me know where and when.”

  “Thanks.”

  I hung up and dropped my phone on the nightstand. I was emotionally drained and exhausted, so I decided to lie down for a minute.

  What I didn’t expect was to wake up in the dark with my man sitting in the chair by the window staring at me like some weird ass crazy person.

  “Fifty-two minutes,” he said, and I sat up.

  “What?”

  Booger awoke beside me, stretching before moving to his cat tower and falling back to sleep. So much for a united front.

  “I didn’t know where you were for fifty-two minutes,” Doom continued. “Technically, you weren’t where you were supposed to be for a fuck of a lot longer than that, but I ‘lost’ you for fifty-two minutes.”

  “I was fine.”

  He cocked his head. “Were you fine, Lyric?”

  “Yes.”

  “Or were you alone in a building with the old ladies of two of the most dangerous bikers in Savannah?” he bellowed.

  “Who told you?”

  “No one fuckin’ told me. Alamo pulled the surveillance tapes. And this brings up the second problem. No one fuckin’ told me,” he bellowed.

  I relaxed a little. My girls kept the code. This was good.

  “Lyric. Why the fuck were you in the salon with Tammy and Lulu?”

  “We were making a peace treaty.”

  He dragged his hands down his face. “Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

  “I’d never kid about a peace treaty.”

  “Jesus Fucking Christ woman, I’m holding on by a thread here, do not make light of any of this.”

  “You locked me in our room as though I’m your chattel, so how about you start by apologizing, Lincoln? Then, maybe we can have an adult conversation about what happened today, instead of you just sitting there pounding your chest like some Neanderthal, demanding answers and giving me orders!”

  “I locked you in so I’d know where you were because you have a tendency to fuckin’ disappear.” He yelled, “disappear,” and I scowled.

  “Okay, well, if you’re not going to apologize, I’d like you to leave.”

  “I’m not leavin’, Lyric.” He rose to his feet and started to undress, heading to the bathroom. He managed to get his T-shirt off.

  “Better grab a blanket, then. You’re not sleeping here.”

  Doom stalked back to the bed, reaching for me, gently grabbing my legs, and tugging me down the mattress. I let out a quiet squeal as he leaned over me and cupped my chin. “Let’s get something straight right now. It doesn’t matter how pissed we are at one another, we sleep together. I don’t believe in the old adage don’t go to bed mad, because sometimes you just need to sleep in order to get a clear head, but you and I’ll never sleep apart. Understand?”

  I wrinkled my nose, because I didn’t really want to sleep with him. I mean, I did. But not until he apologized and groveled a little.

  Although, I could accidentally push him out of bed—

  “Lyric?”

  “It’s your funeral,” I grumbled.

  “Did you eat?”

  “Hello? Locked in our room?” I snapped.

  “Baby, I left you a sandwich in the fridge.”

  “Baby, I’m growing our baby in my belly, so I’ve been asleep. I didn’t know you left me a sandwich in the fridge.”

  He switched the nightstand lamp on, stalked to the mini fridge, and pulled out the sandwich he’d obviously put there while I was asleep. He also handed me a Sprite.

  I sat up against the headboard and took a bite of the sandwich and swallowed. “Are you going to apologize now?”

  “Why the fuck would you take it upon yourself to start a war with the Spiders’ old ladies?”

  “Apparently not.”

  “Lyric.”

  I huffed. “We weren’t trying to start a war. We were trying to end a war that you men just seem to keep escalating.”

  “What makes you think these women are any less dangerous than their old men? They’re seasoned criminals as much as the bikers they ride with.”

  I shrugged. “Well, someone had to do something.”

  “Did you ever stop to think that while you were busy assembling your little mock UN, you could have just as easily started a cat fight in the middle of our dog fight?”

  “But we didn’t.” I glanced around the room. “As you can see, I’m here, perfectly safe, as are the rest of the women.”

  “That’s not the point. I didn’t know where you were and could only assume the worst. And what makes the whole thing unbearable is that you were actually in a dangerous place. It makes my blood boil that you would even put yourself and the baby in harm’s way like that.”

  I sighed. “I’m sorry that I worried you, but Tammy and I came up with a deal, so all you have to do is worry about the club. Families are off-limits.”

  Doom cocked his head. “Do I want to know?”

  “She has to come through first, so maybe let’s wait and see if that happens.”

  “Woman, what have you done?”

  “I told her that if she convinced her man to get the heat off of us, meaning women and kids, and my fucking house, I’d represent her brother, who’s currently sitting in county awaiting trial.”

  “Jesus fucking Christ!” he bellowed, stalking out the door, and slamming it behind him.

  “That went well,” I told Booger, who was peeking out from his cat tower.

  “Meow.”

  “Thanks for having my back, Booger. I appreciate it.”

  “Meow.”

  I finished my food and cleaned up, then made my way downstairs to look for Doom. Lucky for him, our door was now unlocked. I found him in Doc’s office, and I was granted access, greeted by two very angry looking bikers.

  “I’m gonna come back,” I said, pointing to the exit.

  “You’re gonna sit your ass down,” Doom growled.

  “Uh, no, I’m not,” I countered. “I won’t be spoken to that way, and you well know it.”

  “Lyric, wait,” Doc said. “Will you please explain this deal you made with Tammy?”

  “Why, yes, Doc, I’d be happy to,” I said, and stepped further inside, scowling up at Doom. “That’s how polite people get information, Lincoln, in case you want to take notes.”

  He dragged his hands down his face and paced the room.

  “It’s pretty straight forward, Doc. I told Tammy I didn’t want anyone touching my house again, and I felt kids and wives should be off-limits and she should figure out a way to make that happen. If she did, I told her I’d represent her brother. Honestly, he’s gotten a raw deal. He’s young and I think he’s being railroaded. It’ll be an open and shut case, but the public defender he pulled is kind of an idiot, so he’ll lose and T
ammy knows it.”

  Doc crossed his arms. “It’s an interesting tack to take, Lyric, but I’d rather you not have done that without clearing it with Doom first. You don’t know what you’re dealing with here, especially with Tammy. She’s bad news and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t have any further contact with her.”

  “Well, I can’t do that, considering I might be representing her brother.”

  I heard Doom growl deep in his throat but he didn’t form words or sentences.

  “As much as I wish we could,” Doc said with a sigh, “we can’t put the genie back in the bottle, but you cannot meet with her alone, Lyric. If Tammy manages to make some kind of deal with her old man, and they guarantee no more hits on families, then, yes, you represent her brother, and we’ll have your back. But I need to know you won’t meet with her alone. Ever.”

  I glanced at Doom who looked like his head might explode.

  “I can do that,” I promised.

  “Thanks, babe,” Doc said. “I’m gonna let you two… ah… talk. We can deal with anything that comes up tomorrow. Try and get some rest.”

  “Is Olivia okay?” I asked.

  “She’s fine.”

  “Where is she?” I asked.

  “Upstairs.”

  “In your room?”

  “Yes.”

  “Locked in your room?” I pressed.

  He smirked. “No.”

  I glared at Doom. “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning.”

  I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom. I debated locking the door before Doom could follow me inside, but I figured he’d just break it down, so I decided against it. I stripped down to my T-shirt and panties and brushed my teeth, pulling my hair into a ponytail and then took my anti-nausea pill.

  When I came out, Doom was back in the chair, his head in his hands, looking like the weight of the world was on his shoulders again.

  “Do you not trust me?” he asked.

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s a pretty straightforward question, Lyric.” He met my eyes. “Do you not trust me?”

  “None of this has anything to do with trust.”

  “Baby, I’m trying to keep you safe and you’re fightin’ me at every turn.”

  I sighed, making my way to him and sitting in his lap, straddling his hips. “I get it now.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.” I stroked his beard. “We’re running into a battle of the alphas.”

  “Is that what we’re doing?”

  “I’ve been on my own for a long time, honey,” I said. “I have never had anyone ‘do’ for me. I’m the head of my family, so to speak. I essentially raised my sisters, and still raise Melody to a certain extent, so when I see an issue, I take care of it. I have resources, so I used those resources to get information on Tammy and I just went with it. Maybe it wasn’t the wisest thing to do, and perhaps I could have given you the information instead and had you deal with it, but can we please acknowledge that it was a good plan and it all worked out?”

  “But it could have gone to shit.”

  “Yes, you’re right, it could have. And that’s bad on my part. I promise, I’ll be more careful in the future. But it was a fucking good plan,” I prompted. “Right?”

  He sighed. “Yeah, baby, it was. I wouldn’t have handled it the same way, but it was a good plan.”

  “And…?”

  “And I’m sorry I locked you in…” He paused and shook his head. “No, actually, I’m not. If you pull something like that again, Lyric, I’m gonna fuckin’ handcuff you to the bed.”

  “You have handcuffs?”

  “I do.”

  I pressed my pussy against his already rock hard cock. “Maybe we can play.”

  He shook his head pulling my T-shirt over my head. “No. There will never be a time I want you restrained in bed. I like your hands on me.”

  Cupping my breasts, he drew one nipple, then the other into his mouth. I dropped my head back as he lavished attention on my breasts, sucking, biting and rolling my nipples into tight beads.

  Pulling my head down, he kissed me, then stood, lifting me off of him and setting me on my feet. Divesting us both of the rest of our clothing, he guided me to the bed and gripped my chin. “On your knees.”

  I nodded and climbed onto the mattress, scrambling onto all fours, my pussy contracting with need, and I knew I was already soaked. The bed dipped as he knelt behind me and I bit my lip in anticipation, but when the slap to my ass came, I wasn’t prepared for the near orgasm it produced.

  “One day, Angel, you’re gonna learn to obey me.” Slap. “Until then, I’m gonna need to teach you a few lessons.” Another slap.

  I certainly planned to never obey, because these kinds of lessons were delicious.

  He slid into me and I pressed back against him to take him deeper. He pulled out of me and I whimpered as he slid his finger inside of me, wanting his dick, but then he pushed back inside of me, pushing his slick digit into my very tight hole and I gasped at the intrusion.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Hell, yeah,” I said. “Harder, Doom.”

  He obliged.

  He slammed into me, harder and harder, his finger fucking my ass in rhythm with his dick and I came so hard and fast, I fell to the mattress, screaming his name, my body shaking as my pussy contracted around his cock.

  His hand connected with my ass before my orgasm was finished, and he growled, “On your knees, Lyric.”

  I got on my knees, where he promptly came on my ass, sliding his fingers through the wetness, then pressing inside of me again.

  “Do not move,” he ordered.

  My arms were shaking with the effort, but I did not move, and he slid two fingers into my pussy, and his thumb into my ass, pumping until I thought for sure I’d lose my mind. Then his dick was inside of me again and his hand connected with my ass and I screamed his name.

  “Get there, baby,” I begged.

  He buried himself deep again, then squeezed my tender bottom and rasped, “Now, Angel.”

  I came, falling to the bed as my orgasm washed over me. Doom caught me and guided me to his chest, spooning with me and holding me close.

  “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me today,” he whispered. “Don’t ever fuckin’ do that again.”

  I smiled. “I can’t make that promise, honey.”

  I reached behind me to grab his thigh. “But I will do better about telling you my plans.”

  “Stay put,” he said, and pulled out of me, heading to the bathroom and returning with a wet washcloth to clean me up.

  I rolled to face him as he climbed back into bed with me. “So…”

  “Yeah?”

  “I like anal.”

  He dropped his head back and laughed. “Yeah, I picked up on that.”

  “I also like being spanked.”

  “Picked up on that as well.”

  “Which means, I may just disobey you on the regular,” I warned, running my finger over his Dogs tattoo.

  He frowned. “That wasn’t the outcome I intended.”

  “Liar.”

  Doom chuckled, kissing me gently. “Love you, Angel.”

  I stroked his cheek. “Love you too, honey.”

  Lyric

  TWO DAYS LATER, Doom called me into Doc’s office and I felt like I was being summoned to detention.

  As I walked in, Doom closed the door behind me, and Doc waved to the chair across from his desk. “Everything okay?” I asked.

  “Got a message from Sugar Bear,” Doc said.

  My heart raced. “Do I want to know?”

  “Families are off-limits,” he said, taking his seat.

  I gasped. “Really?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “But only here in Savannah. Sugar won’t guarantee outside chapters. He also won’t admit to anyone this is happenin’. It’s an unwritten law, but he’s made it clear to anyone within a hundred mile radius. Families are safe.”

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p; “That’s great.” I glanced at Doom, his face like stone. “It’s great, right?”

  “Don’t trust the fucker,” he admitted.

  “Well, we have to start somewhere,” I said. “I think this is encouraging. And now, Tammy’s brother has a chance to make a good life for himself.”

  “If you can get him out,” Doc said.

  “Oh, I can get him out. That kid’s about as innocent as my mom claims to have been on her wedding night.”

  “I’m still puttin’ sensors on your house to warn us about incoming drones and shit,” Doom said.

  “That’s fine,” I said. “Do whatever you need to do. Put sharpshooters up there. Just make it quick. I want to go home, honey.”

  Doom nodded and I stood, wrapping my arms around him with a grin. “Can we all just acknowledge what an incredible badass I am now?”

  Doc chuckled. “I don’t know that it’s a good idea for me to feed the beast, Lyric.”

  “Well, I’ll take that as your acknowledgement.” I grinned up at Doom. “And you. You’re going to take me shopping for house stuff to make up for doubting me.”

  “I never doubted you.”

  “You doubted me.”

  He rolled his eyes. “Let’s go shopping, brat.”

  After grabbing a list and my purse, he took me shopping.

  * * *

  Lyric

  Four months later…

  It was move in day. Finally. Sterling had worked overtime to get the house put back together, better than ever, and I’d even had the chance to redesign the kitchen, which I’d always wanted to do. It looked far more ‘period’ than it had before because I’d hidden all of the appliances behind antique cabinets and furniture. It was magnificent.

  After much discussion with Doom and his dad, we’d decided to turn the basement into a fully functional apartment for Sterling if there ever came a time when he shouldn’t live by himself. Being the alpha male he was, because the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, he’d done a lot of growling and arguing, but in the end, he’d compromised and said he’d do it only if he could put a urinal in the bathroom. I’d shuddered, but agreed to it, provided it was hidden in a small alcove.

  In the meantime, the apartment could be used by Melody or Harmony when they came to visit and would afford them a little more privacy. It was something I should have done sooner, but just didn’t think of it.