Chapter 12
Corvus King
The afternoon light cast an eerie glow over the abandoned warehouse, its crumbling walls a testament to the decay that had seeped into this part of town. The wind whispered through the cracks, carrying the stench of rot and despair. I revved my bike, the growl of the engine drowning out everything else as I rolled up to the meeting spot.
”About time you showed up,” Hammer said, leaning against the hood of his car, a smirk plastered on his face. Trey and Nate lounged nearby, their eyes scanning the dark corners for any signs of trouble.
”Can”t keep our Russian friends waiting, can we?” I said, killing the engine and swinging off the bike. My boots crunched on the gravel, announcing my arrival.
”Corvus!” Trey called, slapping my hand as I approached. ”What the hell did you do to piss Lisa off?”
A laugh escaped my lips. ”I gave the morning shift to Tempest. Lisa wanted it, but I said no.”
Trey scratched the back of his neck, relief washing over his face. ”Thank fuck,” he said, exhaling heavily. ”I don”t need her around the clubhouse any more than she is. Honestly, the amount of dick she”s sucked this past week is just insane. If she thinks sucking everyone else”s dick but mine will get her in my good books, she”s fucking insane.”
”Guess she got desperate,” I mused.
”Desperate or not, it ain”t happening,” Trey continued, shaking his head. ”I love my kid, man. Wouldn”t trade that little fucker for the world. But, man, I wish she wasn”t the fucking mother. I could”ve been tempted to be a one-girl-band if it was anyone but her.”
I laughed at him, ”Well, make sure you keep your dick wrapped tighter in the future.”
”Fuck you, Corvus,” Trey replied, grinning despite himself.
The wind whipped around us, the harsh scent of gasoline and smoke filling my nostrils. I glanced at Hammer.
”So, you locked that jailbait down yet?” he asked with a smirk.
”Fuck off, I”m not locking her down,” I replied, feeling irritated by his question.
Hammer raised an eyebrow. ”Why not, VP? I mean, you”re 34 now - why not have a family and shit?”
”Because she”s too fucking young, Hammer,” I snapped back. ”Sixteen years difference is a bit much, don”t you think? I”m old enough to be her dad.”
Nate chimed in, his voice steady and calm. ”So, who cares? If you want it, then have it.”
”See, that”s the issue right there,” I countered, shaking my head. ”If I took it, it would be permanent. I just don”t know if I want permanent.”
The three of them laughed at me, and I couldn”t help but scowl. Their laughter grated on my nerves, each chuckle a reminder of the position I was in.
”Man, she”s been here like what? A week?” Nate continued. ”And you haven”t been to the clubhouse once. You”re already fucking married, and you”re not getting your dick wet for it either.”
”Fuck off, all of you,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. I clenched my fists, feeling the familiar urge to punch something.
The roar of the sleek black car”s engine cut through the tense silence. Its arrival was like a harbinger of death; doom on four wheels. My heart slammed in my chest, threatening to break through my ribcage, as I watched the three men step out, clad in tailored suits that screamed power.
”Showtime,” I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening on the leather cut I wore like armour.
The man leading the trio was inked from head to toe. His eyes were cold and calculating, his gaze slicing through me as if he could read every dark thought that crossed my mind. It was clear: this man was the boss.
”Mr. Pavlov?” I strode toward him, hand outstretched, trying to sound confident despite the pounding in my ears. ”Corvus King, VP of the Devil”s Cut.”
”Da,” he replied, his voice thick with a Russian accent as he shook my hand. A fleeting smile ghosted across his lips, and I could tell he was sizing me up, weighing whether I was worth his time. ”I hear you”re looking to find out who screwed me over.”
”Something like that,” I responded, keeping my tone even.
”Good,” Mr. Pavlov said, his smile broadening into something predatory.
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The rain soaked me to the bone as I rode back to the bar, my Harley roaring beneath me. The sky had turned dark and angry while I was gone, pouring down like it wanted to wash away all the sins of the world. As I pulled up to the front of the bar, water dripped from my hair and pooled in my boots. I stomped my wet ass inside, shaking off the cold.
”Damn, Corvus,” Killer laughed when he saw me, his eyes gleaming with amusement. ”Went for a swim, VP?”
”Fuck off,” I grumbled, frowning at him. ”How”s it been here?”
”Ah, it”s been quiet. The bitches in the back were givin” Tempest shit earlier, but Amanda squashed ”em real quick.” He smirked, popping a toothpick into his mouth.
I nodded, feeling a mixture of irritation and relief. I turned away from Killer and headed for the door marked ”private,” hoping to change into some dry clothes.
The clinking of glass and chatter from the patrons filled the air as I stalked past the front bar, my eyes locking onto Tempest”s captivating form. My voice was like a whip, cutting through the noise. ”Tempest! Come find me when your shift is done, okay?”
She looked up, her eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before a smile graced her lips. ”No worries,” she replied, her hands never stopping as she continued to pour drinks for the thirsty customers.
I hurried through the door marked ”private” and entered my office. I wasted no time in stripping out of my soaked jeans and t-shirt, hanging my cut on the back of my chair.
”Shit,” I muttered, realising I didn”t have any spare shirts left in here. It wasn”t uncommon to get soaked during a ride, so I had clothes stashed all over the place. But today, I”d run out of luck. With no other choice, I draped my wet shirt over a wooden chair in front of my desk, hoping it would dry before Tempest finished her shift, and pulled on the spare pair of ripped jeans I had.
”Fuckin” great,” I grumbled, glancing around the room as if expecting a dry shirt to materialise out of nowhere. No such luck.
With resolve hardened, I turned my attention to the mountain of paperwork sitting on my desk, my fingers twitching, craving the familiar weight of a gun or the rough grip of a knife, but instead settling for the cold metal of a pen.
”Time to get to work,” I whispered, diving into the maze of numbers and names before me.
The rain drummed against the windows, a steady beat that echoed the pounding in my head. I tried to focus on the papers before me, but frustration built within me like a caged beast.
”Fuck this paperwork,” I muttered, scowling at the endless tasks that never seemed to disappear. A small knock sounded at the door. I called out for them to enter, and Emily sauntered into the room. Her eyes were dark and predatory as she made her way around the desk, sinking to her knees before me.
”Looks like you”re stressed, VP,” she purred, reaching for my fly. ”Need some help with that?”
My jaw clenched, torn for indecision. Would giving in to Emily”s offer help me forget about Tempest? Or would it only make things worse?
”Fuck, Emily,” I grumbled, not pushing her away but not encouraging her either. She smirked, sensing my inner turmoil.
”Come on, Corvus. You know you want it,” she whispered, her fingers teasing the edge of my jeans.
Is this really worth it? I wondered, my heart racing. The memory of Tempest”s smile haunted me, but the ache between my legs demanded attention.
Maybe it”s just because I haven”t been laid in so long, I thought, trying to justify my actions. But deep down, I knew it wasn”t that simple.
Emily”s hands slid up my legs, her touch sending shivers down my spine. She undid my pants with practised precision and reached in to pull out my dick. I glanced down, surprised to find myself still soft in her grasp. This had never happened before.
Emily didn”t seem discouraged, though. She leaned in, her lips wrapping around my soft flesh, moaning like the goddamn whore she was. But something was off. I could tell she wasn”t enjoying it, and neither was I. My mind kept drifting back to Tempest.
Shit, is this really happening? I thought, my hand gripping the arms of the chair. Can”t even get it up for a willing piece of ass.
A sudden knock on the door had my head flicking up. The handle turned, and there stood Tempest, her eyes widening at the sight before her. Emily”s head bobbed between my legs, but it might as well have been a ghost for all the sensation I felt.
”Shit, sorry,” Tempest stammered, her cheeks flushed like a wild rose. She started to close the door, but I”d had enough.
”Get off me,” I growled, pushing Emily away with a force that sent her sprawling across the floor. She looked up at me, her eyes full of hurt, but I didn”t have time for her bullshit. ”Fuck off.”
”Corvus-” she began, but I cut her off.
”Out. Now.”
Emily scrambled to her feet and left, her pride in tatters. I tucked myself back into my jeans, wishing I could shove my feelings for Tempest back into some dark corner just as easily.
”Tempest,” I called out, my voice strained. ”Wait.”
I grabbed my cut from the back of the chair and slipped it on, and raced through the dimly lit hallway, my boots thudding against the worn wood.