by E. C. Land
“It’s too damn early for this shit, Prez. What the fuck?” Burner grumbles as he comes in with his own cup in hand. He can be as bad as Kenny when it comes to coffee but his problem, he doesn’t sleep, choosing to fuck a bitch all night.
“Drink your coffee and wake the fuck up. We got some serious shit to talk about,” I say just as Horse and Thorn walk in at the same time. Like I thought, they’re the last two in the room.
“Fuck me, that kid is never asleep when he needs to be. His name needs to be CB for cock blocker,” Horse mumbles as he takes his seat to my left. I give him a glare then a smirk in return. Hearing about my sister’s sex life is something I don’t do.
“Shut up, fucker. You’re the one that knocked my sister up.”
“You think you got it bad, I was about to blow my load when both the Bud and the princess started screaming at the top of their lungs. Those two ain’t got a problem with letting us know when they need something,” Thorn says running his hand through his hair.
“Alright, brothers, enough pussy shit for now. You can compare your sex life or lack thereof after our meeting,” I say banging my fist on the table, calling church to session. “As you guys can see, some of our brothers are missing from the table. I sent them to the docks to check out a problem. I received a call from our Russian contact, Grigory, about another club being spotted when he was at the docks. He asked that we check more into it. Considering we have another shipment of guns coming in, I sent Rage, Hades, and Babyface to look into it. Rage called me late last night to inform me that he saw two guys from the Dragons Fire MC hanging around the dock.”
Outburst from several of the guys at the table stops me from continuing.
“What the fuck are they doing this way? It ain’t their territory and they sure as fuck don’t have no business being at one of the docks we use,” Horse growls. I knew he would be. If he had the chance, he would kill all them fuckers for what Flame did to Kenny.
“Calm the fuck down. Gadget can you hack their shit?” I ask seeing that he’s already got his laptop out.
“Already working on getting into their systems.” The man is a genius when it comes to anything electronic.
“Think this has anything to do with the rat in Stoney’s club?” Horse asks.
After the shit with Kenny, we decided to bring it to the table, informing our brothers here that the national charter has a rat and to keep an eye out for anything that seemed out of ordinary with any of the brothers that visited. Gadget does a routine check for bugs daily. We’ve found one since the last time members from the original charter visited. The rat has to be someone with a lot of balls to think they can get a bug past Gadget.
“Could be, but neither Stoney or any of us know who the rat is. I have a feeling that its someone close to Stoney, though. I’m sure of it. I doubt it’s Tracker, Blaze, or Bear, but its someone close enough to get details of shipments,” I inform the brothers as they nod their heads in agreement.
“Got something. Whoever the rat is they’re starting to get sloppy. They sent our shipment info in an encrypted email to someone. I’m guessing a member of the Dragons Fire MC. The email is specific on our guns and how if they took them, we’d lose our contract with the Russians and they could take over. They mention how they could also take a few women from our club here and sell them. Talks about one particular woman, Prez. And they even have a picture of her on here. You ain’t gonna like it,” he finishes giving me one of his knowing looks.
“Fuck, it’s Izzy isn’t it?” At his nod, I slam my fist on the table before running my hands through my hair and down my face trying to keep my cool. Mother-fuckin' hell— they ain't getting her. No one is. The Dragons Fire MC deal in skin, and we have stopped them on more than one occasion when they’ve gone through our territory.
If they’re looking for a war, I’ll give them one. Izzy is mine, damnit. My woman.
“Why would they go after Izzy? I mean, she’s hot as fuck but why go for a woman that isn’t an ol’ lady?” Burner asks lifting a brow my way.
“Because she’s mine. That’s right, fuckers. I’m claiming Izzy as my woman. As of right fuckin’ now, she is my ol’ lady. They ain’t getting her either. I want Rage and the others to catch the two dickwads and bring them back here. I want to hear it from them,” I growl barely containing the fury racing in my veins. I end church before anyone can give me any shit about Izzy and me. I don’t want to hear the banter right now.
Right now, I need to feel my woman. The woman I’m breaking all my rules for.
Izzy.
7
Izzy
As I woke up this morning, I knew I was I in bed alone. Turning over, I look at the clock on Twister’s nightstand to see that it’s nine-thirty.
Damn. I could use some more sleep like that. For the first time in forever, I actually slept peacefully without my nightmares haunting me. Stretching, I get up and go freshen up in the bathroom and find another one of Twister’s shirts to put on. Pulling it over my head, I’m overwhelmed with the smell of him.
Sitting back down on his bed, I think about everything that happened after I left the bar. What made him follow me? Did he know I was planning something like killing myself? For that matter, how the hell did he know about my brother and the accident? Then it hits me.
“Fuckin’ hell, Gadget looked into my damn past,” I mumble to myself. If Gadget and Twister know, I wonder who else knows about everything.
Is Twister gonna tell his brothers what I attempted to do last night? He promised to keep it to himself, and that he was gonna help me overcome my grief. Good luck with that. My grief runs way too deep for that. I’m a workaholic so I can focus on something else. I fuck different men that can be rough with me so I can escape the pain. I don’t know what he thinks he can do, but what the hell, it’s not like I can’t continue with the way I am. I can pretend long enough to make him happy then finally do what I need to do to end the pain. Twister will grow tired of playing babysitter to me.
If you think about it, I’m not enough for him. I would never be. He needs a woman that is strong— mentally and physically. I’m neither, and he doesn’t need that.
The sound of my phone ringing brings me out of my head. I reach for it to see it’s my dad. Damn, why do they do this to themselves and me? They make the pain I feel everyday worse. But like a glutton for punishment, I answer before it can go to voicemail.
“Hello, Dad.”
“So, you’re alive and well. Took you long enough to answer the phone. What, were you partying yet again last night?” I close my eyes to keep them from wincing at the venom that fills his voice every time he calls me.
“No, Dad, I wasn’t out partying last night,” I answer him even if I know he won’t believe me.
“You never learn, girl. You keep it up and you will end up dead just like you caused to happen to your brother. Lord help your mother. She prays every night that she gets that call to reap justice for our boy.” The first of my tears start to fall as I hang up on him, I can’t take it anymore.
Growing up, I knew that Chase was their favorite child and that I was the accident that came along. Chase never treated me like that and granted, my parents showed affection, but they never showed me as much as they did my brother. He was the Golden Child. But he was also my best friend.
By the time Twister comes back into the room, I’m curled into a ball trying to make myself as small as I can. I just need to escape. I need something more than just to be choked. I need pain. I need punishment.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Twister moves the hair out of my face so he can see my eyes. I look up to him, unable to put the wall up so no one can see the truth. I don’t even respond before he moves.
Twister roughly pushes me to my back before ripping the shirt from my body, leaving me completely exposed. “Baby, I’m gonna give you everything you need. You trust me?” Do I trust him? I honestly don’t care right now what he does to me as long as he gives me some form of p
ain. He could punch me in the face, and it wouldn’t be enough.
“Baby, I need to know if you trust me,” Twister speaks up as he traces his fingers up to my nipples before twisting them enough to send sharp tingles down my spine. I quickly nod. I’m not able to form words right now. “Good girl. Tap the headboard at any time you need to, and I’ll stop. Keep your eyes open at all times and on me. Got it?” I nod again.
Doing as he told me to, my gaze follows him as he moves to stand next to the bed. Twister removes the belt from around his waist before stripping his shirt off. He undoes the button to his jeans but leaves them on as he steps out of his boots.
“Now, baby, remember, tap the headboard any time it’s too much. You’re not gonna say anything and neither am I from this moment forward until we’re done. You understand?” I nod once more understanding and ready to take what he gives me.
Twister grabs his belt, folds it in half before using his hand to signal for me to roll over. I do without hesitation. He pulls me toward the edge of the bed, so my feet are dangling off the side. He runs his fingers over my ass before I hear the belt snap in his hands.
On the first impact, I jump forward from the sting of the belt against my bare cheeks. Twister brings me back into place before repeating against the opposite cheek. He does this several more times before running his fingers through my wetness. The groan he gives me lets me know that he approves.
Looking over my shoulder, my breath catches in my throat at the sight of him staring down between my legs. He must feel my eyes on him when he looks up, the darkness in his own drawls me in even more.
I watch his eyes as he runs his hands along the welt’s that mark my skin. He leans forward, kissing each one. As much as it feels good, I need more pain.
I need to feel it all.
I try to contain my moan as he slides a finger into my pussy before sliding it to my back entrance. Out of all my experience, I’ve never had anyone there. I never wanted anyone there. Right now, though, I want him to fuck me there.
He slides a finger in my ass, slowly fucking me with it as he uses his thumb to rub my clit. I moan out loudly. The moment he fits another finger in my ass and starts stretching me, I almost come right then.
Twister must sense that I’m on the verge because he pulls his fingers back out and flips me over, moving me to where I’m laying with my head close to the headboard. He strips his jeans off, his dick pointing in my direction. Stepping towards the bed, he lifts his belt into his hands. He snaps it loudly before bringing it against my stomach lightly. The belt glides up to my nipples where he taps them quickly.
Oh fuck, I bite the inside of my cheek to contain the scream that wants to come out.
Holding my breath as Twister moves the belt up my chest before looping it around my neck, tightening it enough to make it difficult to breathe but not enough to cut off my airway completely. The look in Twister’s eyes as he thrust into my pussy is a look I will never forget. He fucks me like a raging beast as he continues to tighten the belt around my throat with one hand. The other takes ahold of my nipple and twists, sending me over. I squeeze him hard as I come around him.
I’m barely recovering from the intensity of the orgasm he just gave me before he lifts my legs higher on his shoulders and lines his dick with my ass and starts to press in. Twister closes his eyes for a moment, groaning as he thrusts into my ass slowly until he’s deeply seated within. He doesn’t give me a chance to become accustomed to the feeling before he begins the same forceful thrust he gave my pussy. This is what I need. The pressure of the belt and him in my ass punishing me is the escape I need. My eyes begin to water as I get closer to the edge again with each thrust he gives me.
I know the moment Twister begins to come. He plunges two fingers into my pussy and sends me over the edge completely. It’s almost like an out of body experience with the way I feel so light. Within seconds, Twister removes the belt from my throat and gently places kisses along my neck.
“Fuck, baby, you were supposed to tap the headboard not start to black out,” he says gently as he holds me to him. I don’t care, it was fucking amazing.
“Shut up and let me be. I need a shower once I can feel my legs again,” I grumble turning to my side. I don’t want him to see all the ways he just affected me emotionally. His gaze had been so intense throughout the whole thing as if he were trying to absorb my pain into him.
Trying to think of something else it dawns on me like a sledgehammer to a wall that he didn’t use a condom when he fucked me.
Either time we fucked!
“You didn’t use a condom, Twist, why?” I whisper looking back at him.
“Didn’t mean to last night and honestly, I don’t give a shit. I want you bareback and that’s the way I’m taking you. You feel too fuckin’ good to have any barriers,” he grumbles as he gets out of the bed. I watch as he moves towards the bathroom. He leaves the door open as he turns the sink on.
“How do I know you’re clean? For that matter, you don’t even know if I’m on birth control,” I yell over the sound of the water.
“Babygirl, I get checked yearly and don’t give a shit if you’re on the pill or not. If I knocked your ass up maybe you would have a reason to want to live.”
“I’m not getting pregnant. I don’t want kids. There cool and all but not for me. Don’t even try it. Thankfully, I’m on the pill and don’t need to worry about kids.”
“Babe, you would be a great mom but it’s a moot point right now anyway. As you said, you’re on the pill.” He smirks at me as he moves back to the bed with a wet cloth. I reach a hand out for the cloth, but he smacks my hand away before he reaches down, cleaning the mess from between my legs. “Fuck you’re perfect, baby. You fit me in every way. I’m never letting you go. We’re gonna get you through this and you’re gonna be mine completely.”
“I can’t really be yours. I’m too damaged, you’ll see,” I whisper to him before moving off the bed and heading toward the bathroom, needing to escape him at least for a little bit. Locking the door, I move for the shower as his words stay in the front of my head.
You’re gonna be mine completely.
He can’t like that I said I’m too damaged.
I’m not strong enough.
8
Twister
The moment I hear the shower turns on, I move to the side of the bed to grab Izzy’s phone. I need to know what triggered the need for pain. Opening her phone, I pull up her call history to see the last call she had was from her dad.
Motherfucker!
As I hold her phone in my hand, I’m lucky it doesn’t shatter. What could her dad have said to set her off? Granted, it was hot as fuck the way I took her. Thinking of fuckin’ her ass has my dick throbbing for more. I want nothing more than to storm into the bathroom and take her against the shower wall.
The sound of the shower cutting off lets me know she’s almost done in there. She and I are gonna have to talk about this shit. She has to be completely on board in order for me to be able to help her. Especially since I claimed her at the table. In my brothers’ eyes, she’s my ol’ lady now.
My ol’ lady! Never wanted one before. I was good getting my dick sucked and fucking random pussy before her. Told myself she would be mine and I’m making it happen. One step at a time. I may have let the clubwhores blow me while I watched them go to town on each other but since coming here, the only pussy I wanted to sink my dick in is hers. It's been a long wait but hell if it wasn’t worth it.
The door opens to the bathroom and Izzy walks out in nothing but a towel wrapped around her middle with her wet hair hanging over one shoulder. Right now, she reminds me of a siren. The way her body calls to me. My woman is absolutely magnificent.
Pure beauty.
My dick is ready to go another round with her, though I’m sure she’s sore from the way I pounded into her.
“Umm, can I borrow a pair of sweats and shirt, Twist?”
“Yeah, babe, look in
my dresser and grab what you need. We can head out soon as you’re ready so you can grab some clothes for a while,” I tell her as I keep an eye on her as she moves through my room.
“Why do I need clothes?”
“Baby, we’ve already been over this part. You’re staying with me for now. You don’t have any clothes here which means you gotta grab some from your place.”
“But I have a perfectly good house with a bed and all that shit. Wouldn’t it be easier to stay there?”
“Not happening. I want you here. If I’m not around, someone will be. They don’t have to know shit about what’s going on to be able to tell if something's off.”
“Speaking of that, you had Gadget look into my past, didn’t you?” Never underestimate a smart woman. That’s what my sister always says. They’re smarter than an FBI Team if they need to be.
“Yeah, I did have him look into yours as well as all the others my sister considers friends and family to her. After the shit Lynsdey and Cleo went through, I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t have to deal with any other shit like that,” I tell her calmly. I don’t need her to fuckin’ blow up at me for saying the wrong shit right now. Not until I can figure out all the things that can set her off.
I know at least one of those things is talking to her folks. I’ll have to put a stop to that to keep her safe.
“He’s not gonna tell the others is he, Twist? I don’t want everyone knowing my past. I don’t need their petty looks and definitely don’t want their questions,” she says pulling on a pair of my sweats with one of my club tees. Damn, she looks good in my shit. They’re huge on her but I don’t give a shit just means my scent covers what is now mine.
When she’s ready, I take her hand a lead her out to the main part of the club. Several of my brothers are hanging around shooting pool or watching TV. Catcalls and whistles fill the room as they spot Izzy in my clothes. Looking down at her, I see her cheeks flush bright red. She’s not one for attention directed at her like this.
