Chapter 23
“Jeez, it’s busy here tonight.” I look around the parking lot once I’ve parked my bike.
“It is a Friday,” Wrath points out, looking distracted as he types something out on his phone. I’ve spent the whole day with him today going over the run and what’s required from us from Berlusconi, and I still haven’t told him about the fact I’m sure now that it was Jimmer who helped Eden fake her death. He seems to have simmered down a little over the past few days, he’s starting to think straight and I don’t want to do anything to jeopardize that.
“So, what ya got planned for tonight?” he asks, knowing damn well today’s my birthday.
“I’m thinking a few beers in front of the new TV with Peyton and that fuckin bird.” I shake my head and he laughs.
“She still not let that thing go?”
“Nope, he’s like a pet fuckin’ dog. You know I woke up the other mornin’ to the thing crowin’ like a rooster.”
“Whatever keeps ‘em happy.” He pats me on the back before he opens the door to the club.
“SURPRISE!!!” I almost jump out my skin when I hear the loud cry that comes from inside and when I see the barroom packed full of people and the big Happy Birthday Raze banner I know exactly who’s responsible for all of it.
“How d’ya know?” I ask a very excited but slightly nervous-looking Peyton when she steps out in front of me.
“You left your driver's license on the table last week and I thought your birthday would be a good excuse for a party.” She shrugs, and as much as I hate things like this I grab her by the hip and pull her against me, kissing her in front of everyone here so they can all get a reminder of who she belongs to.
The whole place cheers and seeing the way Peyton blushes when she pulls away has me wanting to take her in my office and give her something to really be embarrassed about.
“How did your day with Wrath go?” she whispers once the music cranks up and everyone gets back to business. She knows things have been tense between us, she just doesn’t know why, and I’m starting to think it’s time I told her about Eden.
“It was good, we got the run planned out which was the main thing.”
“You know, I’m gonna hate it when you go away, can’t you send them all without you.” She does that real cute thing I love when she slides both her hands into the back pocket of my jeans.
“Now, that ain’t exactly leadin’ by example is it?” I raise an eyebrow at her. It's thoughtful that she went to all this effort for me and I’m grateful for it, but what I really wanna do is have her all to myself.
“Yo, Boss, ya see this?” Ruckus calls out as Saul’s sister steps towards me carrying a massive cake and when the whole club start to sing happy birthday, some more enthusiastically than others, I see the huge beam on Peyton’s face and it makes it impossible for me not to smile with her.
“Happy birthday, Boss.” Griller slaps my shoulder as he passes me on the way to see one of the girls. He’s got himself a new eyepatch now instead of the bandage and the boys keep threatening to start calling him Popeye.
“You know, this ain’t the usual thing that goes down around here,” I tell Peyton as I look around the room at the bright streamers and balloons it’s been decorated with.
“Well, you said you wanted to change the place. Get the brothers closer, like the other charters. This is what families do, and I didn’t have to twist anyone's arm to be here,” she tells me with a clever smirk. “Trust him to lower the tone of it.” She looks over my shoulder to where Griller’s got his cock out and is guiding Trinity's head up and down his shaft.
“Baby steps, darlin’ this is still a Dirty Soul club house.” I laugh as I take her hand and drag her toward the bar so we can mingle.
“Axel, good to see ya, when did ya get out?” I’m surprised to see one of the members from our Vegas charters here.
“Three months ago, I’m doing a little traveling before I head back to the strip,” he informs me. “Ruckus called and said you were having a party and I thought it would be a good excuse to show my face.” I was locked up with Axel in South Boise and we had each other’s back. Of course, he was in for a lot longer than I was due to that short fuse of his. He ended up doing eight years extra time for crimes committed while incarcerated.
“You stayin’ outta trouble these days?” I check, thinking it’d be a damn shame if he were to head back inside. Despite his flaws, Axel is a loyal brother and an asset to this club.
“I ain’t going back there now, not now I’ve been reminded what freedom tastes like,” he assures me looking over at the girl who’s dancing on the table. “The place got dull without ya anyway.” He winks and when I see the shock on Peyton’s face I realize there's a whole lot more about me she has to learn other than the fact I have a sister.
“Peyton.” She gets called away by Saul’s sister. “Can I tear you from your man’s side for a few minutes? I wanna introduce you to some people.” I nod my approval when she looks up for it, and she smiles as she gets dragged away with that shocked expression still on her face.
“Sorry, brother, I didn’t mean to–”
“Don’t worry, ain’t nothing she wouldn’t have found out soon enough.” I shake my head and light myself a smoke.
“I heard you had an old lady, didn’t expect her to be so young.” I don’t like the way his eyes follow her and he must take that hint from the look he sees on my face because he quickly focuses back on me.
“Yeah, well neither did I. In fact, I didn’t plan on having anyone at all.”
“Anyone got any news on Cliff? I hear his boy came home.”
“Aaron ain’t a boy anymore, he’s a man now, and he’s got one helluva vendetta toward his father.” I look over to where Wrath and Ruckus are talking. The two of them were best friends back when they were younger and it looks to me as if they’ve kept that brotherhood bond despite their distance.
“Yeah, I heard about that, apparently soon as Cliff gave him his cut, he went nomad? You know why?”
“Yeah, I know why.” I keep my eyes on him and try to simmer down my rage.
“So, no news, on Cliff?” He reminds me of his original question.
“Nah, he’s being sensible and keeping low, Wrath ain’t the only one who wants him dead and he knows it.”
“I’m not surprised after what he did to you. And what went down with Davey, well that was just…” He shakes his head.
“We got Davey’s boy here too.” I tip the neck of my bottle toward Rocco, “I’m seeing a good future for him, he’s keen,” I tell him.
“Shame his brother didn’t get put away in Boise, brothers look out for each other in there, he’d never have gone out the way he did.”
“Two lives lost over one man's lies, and that's just the start of it. The longer I'm here the more I’m learning about how deep Cliff’s corruption went. I still don’t think Burlusconi is convinced he can trust us.” I try real hard not to sound downbeat, but this job is way harder than I imagined it to be.
“Raze, you're one of the most trustworthy men I know, if anyone can convince him, it’s you. Now I came here for a party and I wanna know which of these pretty ladies wearing bikinis has got the biggest mouth on her.” He grips himself through the front of his jeans and shakes it.
“Sorry, can’t help ya on that.” I laugh at him.
“Guess, I’ll just have to try ‘em all.” He pushes his way through the crowd toward the booth where a few of ‘em are sitting and I ask Polly for another beer while my mind goes back to the time I spent inside.
“I can’t believe you got caught.” Stacey looks hurt and all kindsa angry as she sits on the other side of the table.
“Stacey, it’s 18 months. Paul says I could be out in a year if I keep my head down.”
“A year? Raze do you really expect me to hang around for a year and wait for you?” I rest my elbows on the table and slide my hands through my hair.
“Look, the whole reason I took that job from Cliff was so I could get you that deposit for the condo, I promised you this was the last job, and I meant it.”
“Yeah, and look where it ended you up.” She shakes her head and laughs sarcastically.
“Listen to me, I know I let you down, but I spoke to Cliff and you can stay at the motel until I get out. The brothers will take care of you.”
“You want me to stay in that crummy motel with a bunch of whores sleeping below me? Raze, you know I’m worth more than that,” she points out.
“I don’t know what to say to ya, Stace. I’m sorry. I was doin’ what I thought was right for us. I wanted to get you that place. I wanted to give ya that future you wanted.”
“Well, now you're a man behind bars, you should never have trusted Cliff, you told me yourself you think he’s shady.”
“Yeah well, desperate men do desperate things and I was tryin’ to give you what you wanted.” The buzzer goes, meaning it’s time for her to leave and when she stands up and I go to kiss her she offers me her cheek.
“Come on, don’t be like that. You can visit again in two weeks and a year will fly by I promise.”
“I guess.” She shrugs, still looking sad.
“I love you.”
“I love ya too, Raze.” She kisses me, this time on my mouth and after I watch her leave I head back to my cell.
“You never said anything about being in jail.” Peyton’s voice snaps me out of my memories.
“It was a long time ago,” I tell her, wondering if it changes the way she thinks of me now. Despite all the things I’ve done and what's on my conscience, Peyton seems to view me like some kind of hero.
“I’ll bet you looked all kinds of hot in an orange jumpsuit.” She surprises me when she takes the lapels of my cut and lifts up on her toes so she can kiss me.
I don’t tell her it was actually a gray sweatsuit. If an orange jumpsuit is the fantasy she wants, I’m happy to let her keep it.
“Have you been drinkin’?” I ask when I notice she’s a little rocky on her feet.
“Maybe, just a little.” She pinches together her thumb and finger.
“And before you start lecturing me on being too young, I wanna remind you of where your cock was this morning.” This girl is gonna kill me, slowly and very fuckin’ painfully.
“Maybe you're the one who needs a reminder of where my cock was this mornin’?” Taking her hand, I quickly drag her into my office and shut the door.
“Raze, you can’t walk out on your own party.” She giggles.
“Sure I fuckin’ can, somethin’ more important came up.”
“It did huh?” She shocks me when she drops to her knees in front of me and starts loosening my belt, she looks up at me through her lashes as she takes me outta my jeans and wraps her hand around me.
She’s kind and tentative as she rolls her tongue around the thick head of my cock and her hand starts to move steadily up and down my shaft.
“You're good at that,” I tell her, taking a fist full of her hair in one hand and sliding the thumb from my other under her bottom lip.
I groan when she slides me deeper into her mouth, her warm wet tongue sliding over the underside of my cock as she sucks on me so hard I don’t think I’ll last.
“Peyton,” I breathe out her name, as her free hand cups my balls and squeezes them with just the right pressure. Her tongue is circling my tip now, flicking me and lapping with no particular rhythm, just perfect fuckin’ pleasure that keeps on getting better.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” I snatch under her arms and lift her onto her feet before she makes me come, then spinning her around I force her toward my desk and bend her over it so her pert tits squash against the wood.
“You’re having this fast, and hard,” I warn her, lifting up the dress she's wearing and smacking my palm against her ass cheek so it turns the perfect shade of pink. “Then, when your little party’s over I’m takin’ you home and I’m gonna spend some real time with you.” I slide my finger into the back of her thong and hook it to the side so I can gain access to her tight, little snatch.
“Grip the desk,” I growl in her ear as I slide my cock all the way inside her, and that relieved little sigh she makes has me holding myself still and letting her feel every solid inch of me.
It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this, each time feels like the first. The way her pussy pulses around me, and clings so tight makes my fingers grip desperately at her skin. I start to thrust, in and out of her, hearing her breaths get faster as her walls clamp me tighter.
I slide my hand up the front of her body and grip her throat, using it to raise her up so her back is flat against my chest. I slip two of my fingers into her mouth and fuck that too. I wanna consume every part of her the same way she does me, and as her pussy soaks my cock and saliva coats my fingers, I try to think of a time in my life when I’ve ever felt so complete.
“You’re so fuckin’ perfect Peyton, my perfect, fuckin’ girl.” She bites down on my fingers making my cock jolt inside her and when her hips start to push back against me I know she’s starting to lose it.
“You’re so fuckin’ close. You're gonna come so loud for me ain’t ya.” She nods as I pull my fingers from her mouth letting them slip over her chin and neck before I grab one of her tits through the flimsy fabric covering them. I roll her nipple between my thumb and finger and she flops forward to press her hands on my desk, pushing back on me and rolling her hips deep into mine so she meets my thrusts.
I rest the palm of my other hand on her back, looking between us and watching how we fit together as she screams out my name and comes all over my cock.
“That’s right, fuckin’ perfect.” I slap her ass again, making her gasp, and when her tight walls clamp me inside them I offload myself, squeezing both her shoulders in my hand to ground myself as I fill her hungry pussy.
The sound of our breathing seems louder than the music on the other side of the door, and when she looks back over her shoulder and smiles at me, I huff a laugh and shake my head.
“Come here, you.” I arch my hand under her chin and pull her back up, twisting her body so I can kiss her.
“Promise me something, Raze.” She looks serious when I’m done.
“Anythin’.” I frown wondering if there's anything in this world I wouldn’t give her.
“Promise you’ll never go to jail again. I…I –”
“I promise.” I kiss her again, knowing that not a thing could drag me away from this girl now, not even death.