Salazar’s laugh was far too gleeful. “Ah, amigo, you will have some assistance. I’m sending one of my own.”
Grim frowned. “Who?”
“Angel.”
His own fucking nephew – Angel Mackenzie. Salazar wasn’t playing any more games.
Angel’s mother was Salazar’s only sister. She married a man who wasn’t Hispanic but his ties to the Cartel were strong. Didn’t stop Angel or his brother Gabriel from becoming the favorite of their uncle.
The last person we needed at the club was one of Salazar’s men. Angel was an arrogant cocksucker who demanded everything at his beck and call. I gave Grim a look and he shook his head.
“I’ll tolerate his presence for now, Salazar. Keep him in line. If he comes into the Crossroads, he needs to understand this is my club and my rules.”
“I understand you, Grim. Remember he is mi familia.” A gentle but clear warning.
“Good.”
The call ended and everyone at the table sat back, eyeing Grim and waiting for his next words.
“It’s war with Chamuco. We find him and we end him. Get everyone you want protected into the Crossroads by sunset. Tonight we hunt with our Reapers.”
“XENON HAS EYES ON ALL of the BSMC compounds and warehouses. If there’s movement, we’ll catch it. They’re spread wide on purpose which means we need to be smart,” Grim advised, speaking to me, Rael, and Mammoth alone. “Don’t forget when we took out Hector, or El Maestro with Acid’s men we only added to the list of shit stacked against us. Who knows who else is feelin’ like they need some retribution?”
I didn’t like it but he was right. Would more of relatives seek out the club once we took Chamuco out? Or any of the other Scorpions MC members?
“How does this affect the southern pipeline?” Rael looked grumpy as fuck. “Salazar expects things to run smoothly. He doesn’t want our personal vendetta to interrupt his suppliers or connections. If shit gets fucked-up he won’t be as civil as he was on the phone.”
The southern pipeline ran down to our national chapter in New Orleans. We moved a lot of product that way. Complications cost money. We didn’t need that kind of problem. Not until we could figure out how to break free from the contract we had with Salazar.
“I’m well aware,” Grim replied, lighting up a smoke. “For now, we’re good. Even with recent events, we’ve held up our end of the bargain. No shipments have been interrupted or confiscated. The Denali Brothers and their trucking company is making deliveries on time.”
“And if our transportation is compromised?” Rael wasn’t letting it go.
Grim leveled Rael with a determined, cold smile. “Then we deal with it.”
That didn’t sound good.
“A bridge we cross if and when it’s necessary,” Mammoth agreed.
Rael blew out a breath. “Alright.”
“I’m gonna keep Sasha close. It’s too risky to let her go anywhere without me.”
Grim nodded. “Agreed.”
“We’ve got Shadow watching both properties. You want him to stick around?”
“Until this over, switch out the prospects and keep someone there at all times. I don’t want shit to happen when we could have prevented it. Nothing is happening to that family on our watch.”
“Gina works two jobs. Those kids are vulnerable. Sasha is gonna want to bring them in.”
Grim sat back, taking finishing off his smoke. “Yeah. Let them stay here. It’ll keep Sasha here too.”
“Will do.” I stood, stretching, and cracking my neck and shoulders. “I’ll be in touch.”
SASHA GLANCED MY WAY as I left the chapel. Her eyes twinkled with emerald fire, roaming over my body from head to toe in obvious appreciation. Loved the way she openly checked me out. It was fuckin’ hot and warmed my blood with the thought she was all mine.
Her hips swished from side to side as she walked my way, proving she was still thinking of our morning and how I had fucked her up against the wall outside. When she was close enough, I tugged her roughly into my chest, my lips brushing hers.
“Gonna let me fuck you again, baby?”
She shivered. “I can still feel your cum between my thighs and I haven’t had nearly enough yet.”
Fuck me. A devious grin twitched my lips.
I grasped the back of her head, holding her firmly in place as I pressed my forehead to hers. “Gonna make you scream again and squirt all over me,” I whispered huskily, right before I swooped down and captured her mouth in a scorching kiss. She tasted like cinnamon bubblegum, and I swept her mouth with my tongue, longing for more, and needing to taste her in every way.
My craving for Sasha would never be completely appeased.
A moan escaped from between her lips as I pulled back slightly, noticing the way the plump flesh was swollen with the force of my kiss. My empty hands lowered to grab the rounded swell of her ass. Loved her curves. She could take me hard and everything I gave and that wouldn’t be possible with a super skinny chick. I preferred a woman with a little meat on her bones and some jiggle to her tits and ass. Sasha delivered in every way. A lethal combination for my heart with that sweet, tight pussy.
“Bodie.” Her voice was full of lust, desire, and need.
Instantly hard, I strained against the fly of my jeans as my hips rotated, pushing my erection into her thigh. “You need me, baby?”
My cock was pulsing with need and I knew I wouldn’t be satisfied until my dick was buried all the way to the base, fucking her hard and fast. This morning was nothing more than a little quickie. I needed more and wanted to feel her clench around my cock like she had earlier.
“Oh, Bodie.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I replied with a growl, picking her up and hoisting her over my shoulder as I gave her ass a loud smack. A few laughs could be heard from my brothers as I carried her to our room and ignored the lewd comments tossed our way.
My door was slammed shut behind us and then I was backing her up to the bed, flat on her back as I reached for her jeans and popped the button, ripping them down her silky thighs and tossing them across the room. I didn’t hesitate to tear her lace thong apart, sinking down on my stomach as I rested against the mattress. All I could see was that sexy fuckin’ pussy bared for my eyes only. She lifted her hips for a moment and then slid a hand down her slightly rounded belly to touch and tease her clit.
“Fuck yourself,” I demanded, excited at the idea of watching her play.
My fingers spread her silky lips apart as I gazed at her with open hunger, my gaze focused on her pretty nails as they dipped into her center and disappeared. I could see how my cum still coated her and how her own cream had made her so wet her fingers were making little sucking sounds as they pumped in and out. Her sensual little tongue flicked out and licked her lips as she watched me, turned on by how intently I stared.
My hand wrapped around her fingers and then pulled them free as I rose to my knees. I licked them clean, my mouth sucking on each digit before I tugged her to a sitting position.
“Suck my cock, baby.”
Sasha wrapped her hand around me eagerly and lowered her head. I expected her to tease me and suck at the tip, slowly taking me in all the way to the base.
She didn’t.
Sasha bent down and swallowed my cock until I was hitting the back of her throat, slightly gagging but determined as she began to bob her head and her saliva coated my entire length.
“Fuck me!” I shouted, nearly seeing stars.
She worshipped my cock like a fuckin’ porn star, sliding her hand up and down my shaft as she licked, sucked, and blew my goddamn mind. Nearly falling over, I groaned with the need to be inside her before I shot my load.
“Get on all fours, my sweet little wife-to-be.”
Sasha blinked and lifted her head, a flash of emotion crossing her face.
“You got that right. I might fuck you like a whore and I may talk dirty to you when I’m horny but I fuckin’ love you,
Sasha. I will always be your man. Don’t ever forget that.”
“Make me cum, Bodie. I need you right now.”
My cock bobbed in eager anticipation. Her ass was up in the air and her pretty pink pussy glistened in the light, practically dripping with her arousal. Without hesitation, I rammed my dick inside her and buried so deep I felt my balls slap against her clit.
A man possessed, I rode her hard and fast, fucking Sasha with all of the love, desire, and affection that had grown since we met. My hips surged forward repeatedly as I continued to pump into her, smacking against her pussy as she cried out, her body falling forward as she reached a hand down and played with her clit.
“Come, baby. You soak me and this bed. I want to see the sheets wet.”
I was lost completely in this woman and the need to dominate her savagely while also taking care of her needs was so strong that I roared aloud, not even hitting my climax yet. Sasha personality brought out the protective, possessive beast within. No matter how much I fucked her, I couldn’t get enough.
There was a deeply driven desire to tame this wild woman in every way that I could. I was obsessed with her and her pussy. I needed all of her, every bit. I was taking and not asking but she didn’t seem to care.
Her fingers rubbed her clit in consistent circles, applying just enough pressure. Sasha’s tight channel grew slicker as I thrusted in and out. Her pussy was gripping my dick, making it hard to concentrate on her pleasure alone.
I needed her to come before I lost myself in her warmth and that sweet, tight haven between her thick and sexy thighs. Her pussy was so addictive I knew I’d never be able to go a day without her again.
“Bodie,” she screamed.
My dick was flooded with her juices and I lost it.
A heartbeat later my dick was coated with her sweet, sticky essence as I increased my speed, pumping harder and faster. My hips slammed into hers and then I let loose, filling her up as I growled her name, and came so hard I nearly lost coherent thought. My head lowered and I pressed a kiss to her back and then I rolled over, pulling her into my embrace.
Sasha’s arms slid around my neck and she kissed me, smacking her lips to mine over and over until we both laughed. “That was incredible, Bodie.”
She’d said that to me once before and I fucked it up. Today, I said what was in my heart.
“You bet your ass it was. You rock my world, baby.”
“This is fuckin’ useless.”
We had been on what felt like a wild goose chase all night long with nothing to show for it.
There was no sign of Chamuco and I was stressed out, short with everyone, and in a foul mood. My disposition didn’t improve when I nearly ran into Angel Mackenzie.
He held up his hands and laughed as I rushed around him, stomping away without acknowledging his presence. Must have annoyed him, the selfish little punk.
“What? No greeting?”
“No,” I growled, continuing down the hall toward my room. My only interest was finding Sasha and getting rid of some of this tension, preferably while buried inside her and without interruption.
I didn’t make it far.
“Who’s the fucking suit?” Papa hadn’t actually met Angel before. He knew of him just not personally.
“Angel,” I replied, nearly spitting out his name.
“Fuck, Bodie.” His hand landed on my shoulder. “Tell me what’s got you so twisted.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Besides Chamuco, Angel, the Scorpions, and the danger to Sasha.” His lips twitched. “I guess that’s a fuck ton of bullshit, eh?”
Only Papa could have made me smile at that moment. “Fucking hell. I’m gonna lose it.”
“Nah, you won’t. Just feels like it. Find your ol’ lady and fuck it out of your system for a couple of hours. Best way to deal with it.”
“That’s what I planned on doing.”
Papa lifted his hand, ticking his head toward the kitchen. “I think she’s cooking.”
Cooking? I could count on one hand how many times Sasha had cooked anything since we met.
Following Papa, I walked to the kitchen and then leaned against the door, snickering when I saw my girl wearing leggings and a tiny little top underneath a red apron. She had chocolate, flour, and something else smeared on her face, arms, and all over the red material.
It was fuckin’ adorable.
She gasped when she saw me. “You’re not supposed to know about this!”
Papa chuckled, shaking his head as he turned around and headed toward the bar.
Angel chose that moment to walk into the kitchen and his gaze roamed all over my woman, drinking in her beauty like his favorite shot of liquor. He didn’t hesitate to walk up and slap her on the ass, cupping her cheek like it was his fuckin’ property.
Arrogant fucking prick.
I rushed forward and grabbed him by his expensive suit color and lifted him up off the floor with one hand, so pissed that my Reaper had surged to the surface and taken over. My chest rumbled with a growl so fierce most men would have pissed their pants. Not bothering to correct him, I slammed his body up against the wall and sneered in his face.
“MINE.”
Angel lifted his hands in surrender. “Fuck. I guess the rumors about you all are true.”
Another growl was my response.
“Sorry. My mistake.”
I didn’t release him.
“Uh, sorry. Didn’t know you were taken. Thought you were a club whore.”
I leaned forward and smashed my head against his nose. “No touch again.”
My Reaper couldn’t even speak English correctly in his rage.
There was a loud crack. Angel cried out, trying to press against the flow of blood that suddenly gushed from his nostrils. “Fuck!” he yelled. “You broke my nose!”
I dropped him to the ground, snatching Sasha and pulling her into my arms. “No women.”
No a single female here would have to endure his touch. I’d make sure of it.
“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Didn’t have to overreact, you dick.”
Snarling, I nearly lunged for him again when Grim cleared his throat from the doorway.
“I suggest you learn the rules around here quickly, Angel. No one here is going to coddle your pathetic ass.”
A giggle escaped Sasha’s mouth and she buried her head into my shoulder as Angel rose to his feet, lifted his chin, and headed toward a bathroom to clean up.
“Fuck him,” I announced to Grim.
“Try to keep your Reaper in check, Bodie.”
My Reaper retreated and I nodded, unwilling to promise anything.
Grim’s phone began ringing and he answered it, walking away.
I gave Sasha a kiss and swatted her ass, winking before I followed my pres to the chapel.
“You’re sure?”
Grim hit speaker and I heard Salazar’s voice. “We have him.”
They found Chamuco.
“How is this playing out?”
“I will talk to him first. What is left, you may have. I will send my gift tomorrow morning.”
“Angel is no longer needed.”
“He knows.”
Angel approached the door, cracked his neck, and then replied. “I am leaving, uncle.”
“Good.”
A bunch of Spanish was rattled off and Angel cringed.
“On my way.”
“We’re good?” I asked, feeling less relieved than I would have thought.
“For now.”
We exchanged a look.
Nothing was final until we saw Chamuco’s body.
“I FIGURED OUT WHAT you were doing,” I announced, entering the kitchen a few minutes later.
“Oh?”
“Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.”
Sasha gave me a cheeky smile. “Yep.”
“How about a ride?” Oh, I meant that in more ways than one.
“Sure thing,” she purred, tugging on the apron, and
untying it, tossing the material aside. “Is it safe?”
“Yeah, baby. We’re good.”
She didn’t question what I said or debate it, just grabbed my hand, and headed toward our room so she could put on her leather jacket. This woman was fuckin’ perfect.
Five minutes later we were gliding out of the compound and onto the highway, enjoying the unusually warm afternoon. Sunshine was setting low on the horizon and golden rays stretched into pink from one end of the sky to the other. The wind blew around us and Sasha squealed, excited to be back on my bike. She loved to ride almost as much as I did.
We finally turned around for home, cruising through the city streets a short time later. The sun had completely set and the first stars were appearing above our heads. One of the best things about Nevada was the skyline at night. Bright, clear stars shined with a twinkle that was hard to find anywhere else in the U.S.
Sasha was pointing to the sky and I nodded, knowing she was thinking the same thing.
I never noticed we weren’t alone on the road until something slammed into the rear tire of my Harley and I nearly lost control, fighting to keep us from a crash. Cursing, I felt her tighten her hold around my waist. I pulled back on the throttle and switched gears, increasing my speed in an attempt to avoid a collision.
A black van sped up and kept pace with us, sliding open one of the doors as I spotted a few members of the Scorpions MC.
Motherfucker. They were trying to take Sasha or kill us both in the process. My Reaper rose up to protect me so I could keep Sasha safe. It probably would have worked if not for the gun that was aimed in our direction. I had one chance to ensure the bullet him me instead of my fiancé.
I shifted down and the bike fishtailed, swerving to the right as I leaned into the turn and flipped the bike so that I was facing the van. Although my speed was decreased significantly, it didn’t change the fact that we were still moving far too fast. I never heard the gunshot that dislodged from the gun. The sudden impact hit my chest and I was thrown backward, knocking Sasha from the bike. She hit the pavement hard and rolled to her side, not moving.
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