Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
HAMMER
For the past three days, we’ve been working on finding out who messed with Avery’s house as well as keeping an eye out for whoever the hell it is that wanted to fuck around with our club.
So far, we’ve gotten jack shit. Whoever they are, this gang, they’ve been careful since I’d gotten back to town a week ago.
We did, however, find all the bugs planted in the clubhouse the day I’d stayed in bed with Avery while she slept.
I felt guilty for not helping my brothers in locating all of them, but with Avery sleeping, I didn’t want to take the chance of her waking up and trying to go do more work.
The woman needs to learn to live a little, and not everything has to be about working at that fuckin’ coffee shop.
Each morning since I moved Avery into the clubhouse, yes, moved her in.
I had the prospects go to her house, pack her shit up, and put it in storage.
Until it’d been completely repainted, carpet replaced, and what not, she wasn’t going back there.
Bonus I get to hold her to me every night.
But come first thing in the morning when she’s gotta get up and get to the shop, I get up and take her.
I hang around with her while she does her thing.
I’ve come to realize why Avery’s always busy and burned out.
Besides not having enough help, she’s got customers coming in from sunup to sundown.
All because she makes some damn good coffee.
I wish I could save it all for myself, but this is what Avery does for a living, and I’m not about to take that from her.
Not after spending time around her the past few days as she worked.
I did, however, get one of the prospects to come in to help her and watch her when I needed to leave.
While she worked, I dealt with club business here at the clubhouse.
I held church with my brothers as we discussed not only the shit with the gang, but also the Supreme Masters, and Simone.
I knew Axe wanted to take care of her because of the shit she’s been through, but the club as a whole couldn’t deal with the shit she’s causing.
Between the screaming in the middle of the night to her medicine wearing off and her begging anyone and everyone to fuck her.
I might not have wanted to take her on, but I’ve seen my brother with her, and he’s not going to let it go.
So we’d voted to get her into a facility to help her.
It’s not her fault she’s going through the shit she is.
She didn’t ask to be kidnapped, drugged, and knocked up.
It’s no wonder she’s not right in the head anymore.
That kind of torment would fuck with anyone’s mind.
Axe at least agreed with us she needed more help than we could give her, and we had Cy look into the different places here and the surrounding areas.
Soon as church is finished, I head into my office to go over some shit I knew was waiting for me to go over.
Malice follows and sits quietly in the chair across from me.
I toss him a file I’d received and hadn’t mentioned in church because this wasn’t meant for anyone else but my brother.
He needed to see this so we can decide where to go from here with the information.
As he looks it over, I look at my phone as it beeps on my desk.
I find the first message from Tap, who’s at the coffee shop with Avery, and another one from Cy with the name and address of a good facility.
Studying the address, I decide to call Viking from the Toxic Warriors MC.
With him being the President of the national charter for the TWMC, I knew he was the one I needed to speak to about this and that he’d help do this favor if asked.
He owes us as we helped find Fawn, his ol’ lady for him when she’d been taken.
Shit, neither of them have yet to fix what happened between them.
Now that I have Avery, I get how he’s got to be frustrated at the fact his ol’ lady ain’t with him.
Glancing at the time, I pull my cell off my desk and find his number, and hit the send button. I put the phone on speaker and wait for him to answer.
“Hammer,” Viking says upon answering.
“Viking,” I mutter in return.
“What can I do for you?” he asks, getting straight to it.
“Callin’ cause we gotta girl we’re looking into putting into a facility that’s near your club and was wondering if you’d do us a solid and look out for her,” I say, lifting my gaze to meet Malice’s as he looks up from the folder in his hands.
“What facility and who’s this girl to the club?” Of course, he’d want to know more before giving an answer. I’m the same fuckin’ way. It’s why I didn’t help find his ol’ lady until he’d told me what the hell was goin’ on.
“Girl’s name is Simone. Don’t really know much about her other than she’d been kidnapped, spent months pumped full of a date rape drug that now pretty much lives in her system, and she needs to constantly be sedated.
Brother here wanted to help her, so we’d brought her down here, but it ain’t working out.
The woman needs more help than we’re able to give her.
The facility is called Resting Hands Mental Institute.
” Strange name, but if it’ll help, then we’ll send her there.
“Good place. One of the doctors who runs the place is one of my brother’s sister. This Simone chick would be in good hands there,” Viking grumbles as he confirms he’ll look out for her. “When are you thinking of getting her in there?”
“Gonna get her in soon as fuckin’ possible.
Woman keeps wakin’ up the whole fuckin’ club in the middle of the night.
I don’t need my ol’ lady bein’ woken up earlier than she already has to get up to go to her fuckin’ coffee shop,” I state and close my eyes.
I don’t need another morning like this one where Simone’s screams woke Avery up not even two and a half hours after she finally fell asleep.
“You got an ol’ lady?” Viking chuckles.
“Yeah, I’ve made her my ol’ lady. She just doesn’t know what that means just yet.
” I grin, thinking about how hard my cock’s been for her and how I’ve yet to get in her pants.
I’ve kissed her, made out with her like I’ve never done with anyone.
And I mean anyone. I didn’t do that shit when I’d first started fuckin’ bitches; I sure as hell haven’t done it since.
But when Avery’s mouth hits mine, it’s the best damn thing.
My cock throbs at the mere thought and demands to finally sink into her.
I will be, though, soon enough. She’s mine, and I’m not lettin’ her go.
Viking’s laughter filters through the line, and I shake my head.
“Now you feel my pain somewhat when it comes to my own ol’ lady.
Damn woman is gonna do my head in. Good luck with that shit, and let me know when you’re sending this chick down.
I’ll make sure my brother’s sister knows to handle with care on this one. ”
“Thanks again,” I mutter, not bothering with a response since I know Fawn and how she is with Viking. Shit, I’d never be able to put up with the headache that woman can cause.
“Anytime.” With that, we disconnect, and I toss the phone down on the desk. I wait for Malice to finally speak about the information I’d just handed him.
“You sure about this shit?” he asks, holding the file up in the air.
“Yep, I’m fuckin’ sure. These are the men Amaya found.
Instead of sending it through a fuckin’ email or some shit, the damn woman had her ol’ man expedite it to us overnight,” I inform him, anger starting to seep into my veins again at the thought of what those files showed.
Venom’s ol’ lady not only has been looking into trying to find Fuse’s woman, who is Simone’s sister, but also who all the players are with the Supreme Masters.
The file I’d given to Malice he needed to see before anyone else, considering it impacted him personally.
On the list of names in the folder Amaya found is not only Malice’s father, who’s a fuckin’ dick, but also his mother and uncle.
“Fuck. I knew they were weaselly assholes, every last one of them. Shit. This is fucked up. I left that life a long fuckin’ time ago.
Left it all behind after what they tried to pull.
Should have known, brother. Should have fuckin’ known to expect this,” he sneers, tossing the file on top of my desk. “What do you want me to do?”
“Nothing you can do right now. We go after them, and that opens our club up to be a major target than it already is. Stoney’s charter is already causing waves.
So are the Inferno’s Clutch now that they know what direction to look toward.
Right now, we’ve got enough shit on our plate to deal with.
Let’s have Cy get in on this and look further into them and see how deep they are.
This whole thing with the Supreme Masters, it’s bigger than we all thought it was, and they target one they’re coming after all,” I growl, not liking this shit show we’re gonna be heading into.
“Way this world is with corruption everywhere, it’s gonna take a hell of a lot of firepower to take these fuckers down even a notch,” Malice says gravelly.
“You’re right, but until that time, brother, let’s deal with what we can for now.
We’re sending Simone to this facility that gets her out of our hair.
Now it’s a matter of finding this fuckin’ punk-ass gang who want to fuck with us and throw them out of our fuckin’ territory,” I say, curling my lip in anger and disgust as I mention the gang we need to find.
“We’ll find them, and we’ll get the asshole who trashed Avery’s house too,” Malice mutters.
Not many people get in on my VP’s good side; however, Avery, she’s got every one of my brothers’ attention because of who she is.
This is not about her being mine but because she’s sweet and has tried to take care of all of us while she’s here at the clubhouse.
Dead on her feet, she comes in with a smile on her face and offers to fix dinner when Leanna hasn’t come in.
Leanna met her and also fell under Avery’s spell. Sweet and innocent isn’t something we see around here, and I don’t want that shit to ever be taken away from who my woman really is.
“Oh, you can count on that, brother. I’ll find who did this, and I’ll make them pay,” I mutter, knowing I will do whatever it takes to find them. I haven’t found out anything about Avery’s past yet, and I know I need to soon, but I’ve been trying to gain her trust fully.
That shit with Cheeks and Bunny, I think, still fucks with her head, and I need to set things straight once and for all.
She has nothing to worry about. Those two bitches are nothing compared to the beauty that’s Avery.
Small and dainty with hips I can hold onto while slamming my cock into her.
Her tits might be smaller than I normally go for, but I don’t give a fuck about that, not when they’re the perfect size to fit her body.
Tonight, I’ll have to show her she can trust me, and when she can admit it, then I’m takin’ what I’ve claimed as mine.