Fanatic (Hellfire MC: The Prospects #1)

Chapter Twenty.

Willow

T rust Fanatic to go to collect something and waltz into a dangerous situation with an unhinged maniac. I couldn’t leave work to check on him, as my case was taking off. I did call in, and he assured me he was fine and to carry on.

Another box had been delivered to the Bureau containing a rat with a kid’s police badge stabbed in it. It was definitely a message, and we were pretty damn sure Juan Ramos was behind it. I had one team out chasing an armed robbery gang who had held up two banks so far. A second team was looking into a sighting of a couple of random Venomous Fangs.

Despite the amount of them who’d died, many had fled, and they were public enemy number one in South Dakota and Florida. Part of my department’s task was to hunt them down and arrest them. I was sending two agents out to track a tip that might lead to the apprehension of some gang members. Gangs weren’t too big in our neighbourhood, but they existed, and we liked to cull their actions before they got their feet under the table.

“Hey, can you take a look at this?” Jimenez inquired, entering my office.

I looked up as he handed a phone to me.

“What is it?” I asked, taking it.

“Worrell and Quirk were about to talk to our tipster, but they waited for a few moments. They watched this suspect enter the house. Is that Juan Ramos?”

I studied the image carefully. He was older, more heavily set, and his hair was greying. But the next picture showed his face, and I hissed in a breath.

I’d never forget how this bastard stood over my brother and put a bullet in his head. Grey had caused a distraction, which allowed me to escape and warn Rage the cartel was coming. But this man had killed Keith. Yeah, Keith had betrayed me and my role, but he’d still been my brother.

“That’s Juan Ramos,” I confirmed.

“Good job that Quirk and Worrell followed him back to his hotel. We have his address,” Jimenez said.

“Put surveillance on him. We don’t move until we know who Juan’s meeting with and what allies he has here,” I replied.

“Willow, we might lose him.”

“No. He’s here for me and revenge. We need to find the reason why. Why now? It’s been years since Demonio fell. Something triggered Juan into making his move.”

“That’s a good point. Who do you want on this?”

I gave Jimenez my orders and sat back.

Juan had raised his head. He wasn’t stupid enough to have slipped up and been seen in public. Which meant his appearance had been planned. No doubt Juan had guessed that we were onto him and had given us a teaser.

A week later

Surveillance had picked up a multitude of clues. Juan wasn’t being careful by a long shot. He’d been seen visiting the gang members a couple of times and in a few restaurants. It’s almost as if Juan was daring me to come after him. And one time, he sent those watching him coffee, cocky fucker.

I was working in a spare office at Hellfire on my day off when the call came in. Juan had taken the I-90 and was heading towards Spearfish. My gut clenched, if Juan was going to my house… Danny was next door with Gladys. And my boy was a perfect hostage.

Fanatic wasn’t about. He’d gone to visit the young girl he and Jinx had rescued. The poor thing wasn’t dealing with what happened. That wasn’t a surprise. Every time somebody male got close, May screamed. Who could blame her? Vampire had killed April in front of her and made May watch him fuck the corpse. I was surprised May was even functioning right now. Sixteen years old, and May was as strong as hell.

They’d tried getting female officers to talk to her, but May wouldn’t respond to anyone unless Jinx or Fanatic were present. They were spending time there with May’s parents, who were looking for options for May. It was a shame, but with everything going on, Jett and Fanatic’s huge ass revelation had been lost.

I felt awful for them. They’d worked so hard, and I knew Rage and Chance had planned a party, but it had been cancelled because of May. Although I’d seen magazine covers with their faces on and their new design. Jett had hired lawyers to discuss Harley buying their design. Theirs had been the only design at the expo that roared like a normal Harley. And it even beat Harley’s own design.

Yet, the week we should have been celebrating all this, it was overshadowed by Vampire and his sick-ass fuck fest. I’d spoken to Chance, and we were planning another party in a week. Hopefully, events would calm down by then.

Unwilling to call Fanatic away from May, but knowing he’d go nuts if I went alone, I headed out into the rec room. Diesel, Rooster, and Bone were all present.

“Juan Ramos looks to be heading for my rental. Danny is next door,” I said. Before I finished speaking, three men were walking to the door.

As their butts hit their bikes and I climbed into my brand-new SUV, Smokey arrived, and Diesel made a circular motion for Smokey to follow. We pulled out, and I activated the sirens. Hellfire roared behind me as traffic got out of my way, and I headed home.

Once we got near, I killed the sirens and drove down my street, checking the drive was empty, and Juan hadn’t beaten me here.

Not seeing anything suspicious, I pulled onto my drive and waited for Hellfire to arrive.

“Smokey, Rooster, protect Danny and the woman,” Diesel ordered. “Bone, you’re with me and Willow.”

“No probs,” Bone replied as we entered the house. I showed Bone and Diesel the best place to hide and then sat in an armchair.

A smile crossed my face as I thought how ‘Godfather’ this seemed. My weapon was in my hand, resting on my lap as I waited.

Twenty minutes later, I heard them arrive, and seconds later, my door burst open, and two thugs broke in. One saw me and raised a gun, and mine spat. He collapsed, and shockingly, Ramos entered and stepped over his fallen man.

“Willow Ware,” Juan announced upon seeing me. His other guard moved behind him but kept his weapon down.

“So, what is this, Juan? And why now?” “My brother died seven months ago. Stabbed while living like a caged animal,” Juan hissed.

“Do not do the crime if you can’t handle the time,” I replied.

“Did you do your time, Willow?”

“Yeah, four years undercover, swimming with filth. I did mine. And watched my brother shot in front of me. Don’t forget that, Juan,” I said.

“That is true.” Juan walked across and sat in my other armchair opposite me. Somehow, I knew I’d not be seeing this suite again. Such a shame because in two days, removers were coming to pack the house up and put everything into storage. This settee wouldn’t be joining the rest of the furniture. Not covered in blood, anyway.

“You were very good,” Juan mused.

“Yeah. Everyone believed I was too young to be an agent.”

“Weren’t you? You were barely a woman. I admire that. I nearly had your son, Willow,” he admitted.

“Yes, I guessed that was you. Would you have killed Danny?”

“No. I’d have shipped Danny to Mexico to become what you hate. A cartel member.”

“Good job my mom is a fighter,” I replied. “You’ve not answered me. Why now?”

“Because I’m dying. I could not die without dealing with the bitch who destroyed my family,” Juan replied.

His man moved, and before he could do anything, Diesel knocked him out.

“I’m tired of death, Juan. Come quietly,” I offered.

Juan smiled and pulled out a gun. Mine spat twice, and I watched the guy who’d been threatening me smirk. “Cancer is such a painful way to die, Willow Ware. Thank you.”

Juan’s eyes glazed over, and his mouth went slack.

“Fuck! Suicide by cop!” I hissed.

I stood up and, walked over and closed his eyelids and removed his gun. Placing it in an evidence bag, I stepped past Diesel, who was covering Bone as he hogtied both men. The guards were alive, even the one I’d shot.

I waited outside and sucked in a breath of fresh air. Maybe now Fanatic and I could move forward.

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“I love you.”

“Love you back, babe,” Fanatic said as I shoved him onto his bed in our room at the clubhouse.

“No, I need you to understand. I’m completely in love with you. I’ll always have a piece of me that loves Grey. And you and I will honour Grey on his birthday and the day he died. Danny will know his father, but you’ll be Danny’s Daddy. We’ll have pictures up so Grey shares our life, but you need to understand, I love you as much as I possibly could,” I said, standing over him.

Fanatic reached up and yanked me towards him, so I straddled his lap.

“You talk too much,” Fanatic complained, ripping my blouse open.

I arched my back as Fanatic’s hot mouth sucked my nipple through my bra, and Fanatic’s teeth grazed it. A shudder ran through me as Fanatic’s hands got busy divesting me of my clothes. His fingers started making lazy circles on my back as they worked their way up to my bra, and he unclipped it.

Fanatic broke off and tossed it before squeezing my breasts together and working both my nipples with his mouth. Wet began pooling between my thighs as Fanatic ramped up his nipple play and bit each one with just the right amount of pressure.

In response, I arched my back and pushed against him. Fanatic made an approving noise and pinched my nipple hard enough to make me cry out.

“How wet are you, babe?” he murmured, slipping a hand down my legs. His finger slipped into my folds, and a growl left him. He pulled his finger out and held it to his mouth before sucking my juices off.

“You taste good, Willow. You need to taste yourself,” Fanatic demanded. His finger delved deep again and flicked my clit as he did. I shook in response. My body was a mass of anticipation and heat. Fanatic slid his finger between my lips.

“Suck,” he ordered, and I obeyed. Tasting myself made me more aroused. My pussy spasmed as I lowered myself onto Fanatic’s lap. I pulled his tee off and rubbed my tight nipples against his chest. The friction made me even wetter, and I mewed when I felt his cock under his jeans.

“Only good girls get to fuck,” Fanatic stated. He yanked us both backwards and dragged me forward until I was straddling his face. In a swift move, Fanatic dragged me down, and his tongue hit my clit.

A scream left me as his fingers entered me at the same time. “Shit!” I cried as I began moving with him.

Fanatic sucked my clit hard, making my release build, and then pulled his fingers out. As I moved against his face, he suddenly shoved a finger into my ass, and the pain, accompanied by his mouth, made me orgasm.

My orgasm hit with the force of a freight train, and I came harder than I believed possible. I rode Fanatic as he licked me clean, and then he pushed me off him and shunted between my legs. He shoved them wide and lifted them over his shoulders.

“You on birth control?” he demanded.

“Yes,”

“Good.” Fanatic’s cock slammed into me, and I wailed as he flicked my clit at the same time. He held my legs as he hammered into me. Fanatic controlled me at this point, and I was his to fuck.

My pussy was clenching tightly as he kept up a furious pace. I clawed Fanatic’s back as I wanted to wrap my legs around him. This position was too open, too sensitive, and was driving me mad.

Fanatic bit my neck, making me growl and released my legs.

I immediately wrapped around him and began fucking Fanatic hard. I felt his balls draw up tightly, and then he was coming. His cum soaked me inside, spurting deep as he thrust and growled. Desperate to find a second release, I kept moving. With a cry, I came as his hand pinched my clit and sent me over the edge.

Still in me, Fanatic rolled to one side and took me with him.

“I’m gonna do that to you for the rest of your life,” Fanatic murmured happily.

“You have my permission to,” I replied, smiling.

Grey and I had an active and enjoyable sex life. That was something I’d missed. Grey had been my only lover until now, and thankfully, Fanatic was fully up to the task of keeping me happy. I was one lucky bitch!

A week later

Hellfire, Hellions, Rage, Old Ladies, and Holy Terrors all came together at the Hellfire compound to celebrate the multi-million-dollar deal Jett and Fanatic had signed.

To our surprise, at the last minute, the biggest bike chain in the world placed a counteroffer. That had caused massive amounts of consternation.Jett and Fanatic had been sitting with the Harley Davidson representatives. The new offer was an extra half of the Harley Davidson offer.

Their lawyers had instantly contacted their head office while Fanatic and Jett discussed what was best to do. The opposition’s lawyer was also standing by and looked rather smug. Clearly, he’d been told to wait for a reply.

Harley Davidson came back and matched the bid, and mere minutes later, the opposition once again outbid them. Fanatic, seeing where this was heading, held a hand up and explained he and Jett would only sign with Harley as that’s what they rode. They appreciated the offer, but at the end of the day, they were Harley Davidson riders.

In response to their loyalty, Harley also threw in a free bike once every three years for them both. Which made Fanatic and Jett over the moon as they loved their bikes. I planned to tell Apache to design a double storey garage for Fanatic and me because Fanatic wouldn’t get rid of a single one, that was for sure.

Now, the clubs were finally celebrating their ingenious design and their luck. They’d been featured in several magazine articles and had done a couple of car show TV interviews. Both of them were amused at their sudden celebrity status but didn’t pay too much attention to it.

A whistle broke through the crowd, and everybody looked to Chance. He stood on a table to get everyone’s eyes.

“Where’s my damn prospect?” Chance howled.

“Where you left me!” Fanatic quipped from the beer keg. Everyone laughed, and Fanatic began making his way over.

“Well, my mouthy fuckin’ prospect has something he wanted to say,” Chance said with a scowl, and made everyone laugh again.

Fanatic stepped up onto the table and eyed Chance. “Get down. You ain’t a part of this,” Fanatic demanded, and Chance frowned.

“I should be!”

“Get down!” Fanatic howled.

Chance began laughing as he climbed down. Rooster handed Chance a box.

“Willow?” Fanatic called, and I stepped forward. I’d an inkling what this concerned. A happy feeling swept through me, but I thought of my old cut, and the pain hit deep.

“Here.”

“Love you, ain’t no two ways about it. And I’m claiming you as my old lady if you’ll accept. And babe, marry me?” Fanatic said.

Wow, that wasn’t the most romantic proposal ever. But I saw Fanatic’s nerves and grinned.

“Is that a yes?” Fanatic asked.

“Ummm….”

“Willow!”

“What? Oh, okay, yes!” I squealed, and everyone laughed.

“This is a cut with a difference. There’s a brother missing who should be here today. In claiming Willow, I’m not going to forget my friend. Grey was everything we should aim to be. Loyal, respectful, steadfast, strong, and many other things. I couldn’t claim his widow without a nod to Grey. Chance gave me permission for this.”

Chance handed Fanatic the box as I wiped tears from my face. Fanatic held up my old lady cut, and I gaped. Gasps rose around us, and several eyes cut to Chance, who looked placid although smug. The Hellfire patch was prominent on the back, like everyone else’s cuts.

Fanatic’s old lady was across the bottom, as it should be. But on my left-hand shoulder was a small Rage MC patch with the name Grey scrolling through it and a cross with his date of death.

“And while you’re quiet, your ring embraces both Grey and me. It’s a different style, as you can see, but it has a sapphire to honour him.”

Silence fell as Fanatic gazed into my eyes. Emotions swept over me, but the first was unconditional love. A smile crossed my face as I held this most amazing man’s eyes.

“I’m pregnant!” I said, and Fanatic’s jaw dropped open.