Chapter Eighteen
CREW
Ibarely make it outside and to the side of Monroe’s house before shoving my jeans down my thighs and stroking my hard cock with her lace panties.
I brace myself with my hand on the wall, rubbing from root to tip in a firm grip, my thumb passing over my pierced crown.
Precum spills from my slit like a greedy fucker, and it only takes a few strokes before I’m erupting with her name spilling from my lips.
Rope after rope coats the delicate little flowers below me, my knees nearly buckling into the mulch.
Monroe is more than I ever could have bargained for.
I didn’t intend for tonight to go the way it did.
I just wanted to slip into her room and watch her sleep again and finally place the cameras I had ordered.
But when I found her journal and opened it to the page I did . . . my cock woke up, and so did Monroe.
Fuck, she’s so hot. So responsive and needy. She struggles to get herself off on her own, and it makes me wonder how experienced she is. It took everything I had not to bury my face between her legs and get her there myself, but I wanted to watch. Needed to watch.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I yank up my jeans, not bothering to button them, and pull out my phone.
Chaos: Tracker is off again. Mal really?
Me: You’re a needy fucker
Me: You really do like this group chat, huh? I knew you would! You just wanted to play hard to get
Chaos: You had better not be stalking her
Me: I don’t stalk people
Wrath: Are you watching her and following her?
Me: Yes
Sin: Does she know about it?
Me: She does now
Sin: What?
Me: She woke up while I was watching her sleep
Chaos: Are you shitting me right now?
Me: Sir! We don’t talk about bathroom habits in the group chat!
Sin: That’s not what that means buddy
Wrath: Tell us you didn’t break into her house
Me: I didn’t break into her house
Chaos: Turn your fucking tracker on and get back to the clubhouse. I can’t lose any more brothers
Wrath: We heard from Sienna’s brother. There’s info and movement.
Me: Who’s Sienna?
Wrath: The fucking waitress in Autumn Bay
Me: Fuck I knew that. Post nut clarity isn’t coming
Chaos: Jesus christ what did you do?
Me: Not her if that’s what you’re worried about
Sin: Get your ass back here
Me: On my way
Tension is radiating off every surface the moment I walk into the clubhouse. Wrath takes one look at me and rolls his eyes.
“Put yourself together, fucker. At least button and zip up the damn pants after you’ve fucked,” Wrath snaps.
“I didn’t fuck. At least, I didn’t fuck her. Like I said. I fucked my hand. Have you ever come on flowers? I wonder if it’ll help them grow or if it’ll kill them.” Wrath blinks slowly at me, and I wonder if it was something I said. “What?”
“Do I even want to ask?”
“Ask what?”
He takes a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling before staring at me straight on. “I know I’m gonna regret this. Why are you blowing your load on flowers, Mal?”
“Where else was I going to let it go? I was jerking off on the side of her house.”
“Mal, what the fuck, dude? Did she know?”
“I’m not going to kiss and tell, good sir. I am a gentleman!”
“For fuck’s sake. You’re a twisted fuck.”
“That’s rich coming from you. Everyone here has seen that beast you’re packing. Have you thought about decorating it?” I tease, loving giving these guys shit.
“What?”
“Piercings.” I start to pull open my pants. “Like these.”
“Put your cock away, Malice!” Chaos yells as he storms into the room. “Church!” Wrath slaps me in the stomach, and I button and zip my pants back up, following them into our sanctuary.
The six of us take our places around the table, my eyes settling on Rolo’s empty seat before looking away.
It’s hard to believe he’s actually gone.
I’ve been avoiding Morgan, and guilt starts to creep in.
I would rather it had been me that day instead of him.
I’m out here craving death and destruction, and Rolo was working hard to save anyone who needed saving.
“The waitress got the burner phone number to her brother. He contacted us tonight. So, she turned out to be trustworthy, at least so far. He’s willing to meet halfway tonight.
He doesn’t want to do phones,” Chaos reports.
I look down at my phone that’s in my lap to check the time.
It’s fucking two in the morning. I guess I don’t sleep, anyway.
“I’ll go. Wrath, you up for a ride?”
“Yeah. When is he free?”
“Right fucking now, so get on the road. Trackers on, Malice, I don’t want to tell you again.
Bring your guns, and be ready for anything.
I don’t like this. But if we want to get our hands on Garrett, this is the way in.
See what he wants, stay on guard, and don’t make any decisions without bringing it here first.”
Tension rolls through me, deep and thick. I crack my neck to the side, standing and straightening my cut. I want that fucker to beg for death, and I’ll do just about anything to get him.
A car flashes its lights at us from the side of the road as we reach the coordinates.
Wrath and I pull off to the side a few yards in front of him, and as we’re getting out of the truck, I check my gun and knife one last time.
The man waiting for us steps into the light, holding both of his arms out wide, showing us he’s unarmed. At least in his hands.
I nod at Wrath, and together, we walk toward him, stopping short of just a few feet distance between us.
I size up the man in front of us. Pretty fucking wild he came alone, but I know firsthand that desperate men do desperate things.
He’s wearing a pair of dark denim jeans, Converse sneakers, a plain T-shirt, and street clothes.
His head is shaved damn near to the skin, but his full beard and eyebrow ring kind of round it out.
“Saint,” he says.
“Malice. This is Wrath.”
“I come with a gift, but first, I want to plead my case.”
My eyes narrow at him, unsure where the hell this could be going.
“We didn’t drive an hour to negotiate. We need the information. Garrett or whatever fucking name he’s currently going by killed one of our own. Infiltrated our clubhouse with two other men. We’re lucky he didn’t do more damage. They could have slaughtered us all.” Well, they could have tried.
“Yeah, I got that from what my sister told me. Figure it’s safe to assume the other two men were dealt with, so in a show of good faith, I brought him to you.
He’s in the trunk of my car. However this next part goes, you can still take him with you.
He deserves whatever slow and painful death he has coming, and I won’t stand in your way. ”
Adrenaline pumps through my veins at an alarming rate, and I crack my neck from side to side. He’s just going to give him up to us?
“He’s here?” Wrath asks.
“Have a look for yourself if you don’t believe me. But then we’re talking. You owe me that much,” Saint demands, and my respect for him grows a little more.
I’m not going to argue with him if fucknuts is actually in the trunk.
We follow Saint around his car, and I put my hand on my knife, staying alert and focused, even if my vision is closing in at the sides, my mouth salivating like a fucking hound on the hunt.
Saint pops the trunk and sure as shit, the ugly fucker himself is gagged and hog-tied, looking awfully uncomfortable squished in the small trunk. How unfortunate for him.
I nod my head, turning to face Saint, tapping my middle finger against the outside of my thigh. “Alright, we’re listening. What do you want?”
“My club back.”
I snort, but Wrath’s eyes narrow at him.
“And how are we supposed to help you with that?”
“Just like that. Your club helps me take it back.”
“How many do you have backing you?” Wrath asks, and my head snaps in his direction. We agreed to listen, not negotiate. What the hell is he doing?
“Not enough to make a difference, but enough to count. Don’t forget this affects you, too.
The new president of my club was your guy’s brother.
He put out that hit. We’ll help you get vengeance; you help me get the club back.
I brought this dipshit to you as an olive branch.
We can work together, and all get what we want. ”
I look him over, trying to size him up. Wrath already seems to have made up his mind as he nods. Too bad we need to take it to Chaos and Sin for a vote. Looking for Garrett is one thing, attacking another club—whether we have the right to retaliation or not—needs a vote and preparation.
“We’ll take him back with us and relay your message to our president and club. We’ll contact you through the burner.”
“His name is Cain. And he’s a ruthless sonofabitch.
He needs to be dealt with. I—look, I’ve got personal reasons I need this done, other than the obvious.
He’s got his eyes on my sister. I can’t get close enough to kill him myself, and even if I did, he’s got his dogs that are just waiting to bite.
I’m man enough to know when to be humble and ask for help.
I don’t think you fully understand the severity of the trouble we’re in here, so here I am.
Tell your president that he can have whatever he wants; we’ll owe him, and he can cash in whenever he needs.
You all can have Cain. We just need this dismantled, and we need your help to do it. ”
Damn. From my short amount of time on Earth, I know it takes a lot for a man to practically beg. But if someone he loves is in jeopardy, I get it. I’d burn the world down for my little pixie, and I know my brothers would do the same for their old ladies.
“I get it. I’ll make it a priority. Keep the phone close.”
“My sister has it. I can’t take the chance. But she knows how to get word to me, so relay everything through her. She’s grown up in this life. She’ll be discreet.”
“Alright, then. We’ll be in touch.” I take a step closer to dear Garrett and slap his face twice. He’s still unconscious, so whatever Saint gave him is doing the trick. I can’t wait to see his face when he wakes up and finds out his life is going to end.
He’s about to learn what happens when you deceive a Heathen.