10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Wolf
I’m still trying to figure out how I ended up back at the clubhouse without having completed my mission and with a pint-sized, sassy woman in tow.
If my dick wasn’t pressing painfully against my pants, I would have stayed to interrogate her. What the hell was she thinking and why didn’t I take her the fuck home?
I blame my dick for this one because I was already on the road to hell when I caught sight of the slingshot covering her chest. It’s the fucking boots that did me in though.
Pretty little Lilli stood before me with kissable lush lips and a wide-eyed stare while I fought every instinct screaming at me to fuck her on my bike.
Only the partiers fleeing all around us brought me back to my senses.
Except now she’s here and in my fucking room. Miriam isn’t here and I’ll have to call Duke to bring her around tomorrow.
What the hell am I supposed to do until then?
Joker approaches as soon as I hit the bottom of the stairs and even though I glare at him in warning, he still glances up the stairs and asks, “Who’s that?”
“Don’t fucking ask,” I bark, heading for the bar.
Toni flashes me a pretty smile and I consider her offer before tossing it aside. Anything but the sweet slide between those silky thighs that awaits me upstairs if I have a mind is gonna cut it tonight.
Good thing I have more sense than to fuck the reverend’s daughter.
When Joker sits on the stool beside me, I scowl and accept the glass of whiskey Toni slides my way.
Nodding my thanks, I slam it back as Joker says, “I’m guessing you didn’t find anything.”
Oh, I found something alright but I’m sure he’s not talking about Lilli. Instead, I say, “Barely got there and all hell broke loose. It was impossible to find shit with all those assholes running around.”
Only partially true because I never got around to looking but I shove the burn of guilt aside. I couldn’t leave Lilli there. If someone found my fucking sister, Rose in a dangerous situation like that, I’d expect them to do the same.
At the thought, visions of Rose’s disapproving eyes pass over my vision. Rose is my half-sister. Ten years my junior, Rose came into this world at a time when I was still coming to grips with my world. My grandfather had just died and my dad as VP was more my boss than a father. While I admired MC through and through, I still struggled to define who I was amongst the men who risked their hides every day for the brotherhood they swore into.
I’ve never questioned my duty either and to this day, when I consider the brothers who stand by my side, I think of my grandfather Bub, who was a loyal motherfucker, all the way to his end.
Torn from my thoughts when my phone rings, I show Joker the caller before answering. “Got anything, brother?”
“Just a pathetic little rat,” Hand grunts and I grin.
Fuck yeah. It’s on.
By the time I return to my room, dawn is painting the sky. Although I’m exhausted, it was worth it.
With Maddox and Joker in tow, we spent the evening with our new friend. Hand wasn’t lying. The little shit started babbling as soon as Jersey rolled his table of torture implements into the room.
Jersey is one mean motherfucker. I’ve never seen the bastard crack a smile and one look from his ice-cold eyes would send any sane man running.
This is why he’s the perfect man to act as our enforcer or Sergeant at Arms. If the job requires pain, he’s the master.
I’ve never quite figured out where Jersey learned all the many ways, I’ve seen him torture a man, but Joker once told me that he served overseas, and I assume whatever he saw there helped with his education.
Unfortunately, the little rat that Hand trapped sang like a fucking canary before Jersey could do much.
The information proved less than useful though. We already knew we had a traitor in our midst and whoever it is has been careful not to show his face.
We did learn about a few drops where we plan to crash the party and I'd be lying if I said I stuck around after to make sure we didn’t miss out on any more information.
Nope, I stayed because the savage part of me wanted to see this man hurt for what his brothers did to mine.
Only after Jersey broke all his fingers and toes, cut off his annoying ass tongue, shoved it in his mouth, and proceeded to perform an autopsy while the fucker breathed did I finally leave.
Now I’m standing in front of the bed, staring at Lilli while she sleeps. Her pretty lips form the perfect pout while her long strawberry blonde tresses cover her eyes. I want to touch that silky hair, hold it in my fist while I fuck her.
I trace the expanse of her porcelain skin with my eyes, my cock throbbing. The stupid shirt clings to her tits, one of which peeks from my pillow which she’s clutching to her chest. Visions of the dusky pink nipples dance over my vision and I stifle a groan.
Is she holding that pillow on purpose?
Refusing to analyze the question any further, I back away from the bed. I feel dirty next to her perfect skin and raising my hand, I stare at the digits before shaking my head.
It don’t matter whether my dirty hands deserve to touch her body because I’m never going to be that fucking stupid anyway.
“Fuck,” I mumble and lock myself in the bathroom.