CHAPTER 10
FRENZY
Sitting around the table in Church, I take a moment to stare at the DSMC emblem burned into the middle of the table. Ever since I found my place with the club, the emblem, which is sewn into the patches on our cuts and is tattooed on our souls, has been a tether for me.
It’s been a symbol of loyalty, of love, of brotherhood. It gave me something I desperately needed, something I never had until I came here and found my home on the back of a motorcycle. Everything about being on a bike called to me.
When I’m on the road, my bike rumbling under me, it’s the closest I’ll ever get to flying. It’s freedom, pure and without remorse.
I would have put Scarlett on the back of my bike this morning, but she needed her coffee, and I wasn’t going to get in the way of her starting her day off right. If I had known what fresh hell was going to greet us at Crescent Sugar, I would have made her coffee in a mug, watched her savor every sip, and then shown her the freedom that comes with the wind rushing past your body and reveled in the feel of her curves pressed against me and her warms wrapped around me.
But it’s too late to redo this morning. It is what it is.
Now it’s time for answers.
The room fills up slowly and then quickly. Once all the ranked members and most of the patched members are sitting around the table, Lucifer nods at me. There are a few looks of confusion on the faces of my brothers. I’m not surprised. I’ve prided myself on being a part of the club, of working where needed and being valuable, but I’ve never taken the lead on something when it’s discussed around this table.
With a deep breath, I know what the first order of business is. “I’m claiming Scarlett. She’s the owner of Crescent Sugar.” A few brothers look even more confused, and I sigh, “That’s where the Old Ladies got those sandwich cookies and other treats for some of the parties. They’re called macrons,” I inform them even though they probably don’t care.
Understanding dawns on some faces and I swear I see a few lick their lips. Yeah, I’m not surprised.
“Is Scarlett the woman out in the common room with all the Old Ladies? The one with curves for days and a mess of curly hair?” The question comes from Gallows and the only reason I don’t launch myself across the table and beat the shit out of him is because he’s old enough to be Scarlett’s father and is very happy with his Old Lady, Sherry.
He’s also the guy who will be marrying us. As soon as I can get a ring on Scarlett’s finger and convince her that she’s all I want for the rest of my life.
I understand why she’s a little hesitant. But I have more than enough time to convince her that the only future worth having is the one we build together.
“Yes,” I growl, “and she’s mine.”
Driller’s words are filled with confusion, “Emergency Church was called for a claiming?”
Since Emery, his Old Lady, wasn’t part of the female posse that rolled up asking about protecting Scarlett in the first place—probably because she was working at Sacred Tattoos at the time—he probably doesn’t know what has gone down. If she was there, she would have filled him in.
“This is about more than Frenzy claiming his Old Lady, but let’s get this out of the way first,” Lucifer’s voice is filled with authority.
The vote is unanimous, which I knew it would be. No one wants to step between a Devil’s Saint and their Old Lady and meeting her is not always required. It’s preferred, sure, but her being new to the scene is better than her being a known problem. In all the years I’ve been with the club, I’ve never seen an Old Lady voted down.
Lucifer leans back in his chair and gives me a nod. Once her property cut comes in, we’ll make it truly official, but as of right now my woman is recognized as family. And that earns her even more protection than if she only had the loyalty of the Old Ladies. But really, that would have been more than enough.
“Not long ago, some of the Old Ladies came into the clubhouse fit to be tied,” Lucifer starts to explain. “Seems a baker friend of theirs found the back wall of her shop vandalized, and it wasn’t the first time. They came to me and wanted something done about it. I sent Frenzy to check it out and get the lay of the land.”
Scope barks out a laugh and grins at me. “Let me guess, it only took one look, and he was a fucking goner?”
“Damn straight. Did you see her curves? My Sugar is all mine. Just need her to catch up all the way.”
“Anyway,” the weight of Lucifer’s authority cuts through as he glares at Scope and then me, “Hacker installed some cameras inside and outside the bakery. He was waiting for some equipment to come in to get her security system updated and looped into his,” he pauses, technology clearly not his thing, “whatever he does.” Hacker snickers, but the sound dies when Lucifer cuts his eyes in his direction. “The parts didn’t come in fast enough. Early this morning, the bakery was broken into and everything that could be destroyed quickly, was. Nothing was taken, but the mess and damages are severe.”
My brothers sit up straighter, none of them liking the idea of a woman being targeted like this. Adding in that it’s my Old Lady? Rage is mirrored on the faces of all my brothers, and I’m fucking thankful.
“I thought the bakery was under surveillance?” Gallows’ question is valid, and I watch as Hacker’s jaw clenches.
“It was,” Hacker grits out through his teeth. “I was exhausted and had Billy watching the monitors tonight. I knew it needed to be watched because the cameras and security system weren’t synched yet, but we also weren’t expecting anyone to mess with the bakery based on the previous pattern. I woke up to the motion alarm on my phone. Billy was asleep.”
The brothers groan, their annoyance and anger clear. It’s going to take a lot for him to work this mistake off; he might not ever be able to.
Scythe picks up the thread there as Hacker seethes, “Hacker called Lucifer and me as he raced out of the clubhouse and toward the bakery. By the time we got there, the two assholes were gone, and the bakery was ripped apart.”
“I arrived with my girl not long after. She gets there before fucking dawn.” I run a hand over my face, hating how early she goes into work even though I understand why. “She was devastated.”
“By now it’ll be boarded up,” Lucifer informs the table.
“I can free up my schedule to get whatever needs fixing done,” Hammer offers.
When I look over at him, he gives me a nod. This. This is the brotherhood I would fucking die for.
“I told Scarlett we’d do our best to get her fixed up to open tomorrow, but if it’s not possible then I’ll distract her.” With my words, my brothers chuckle; they know just how I’ll distract my woman. “I know she’ll want to open as soon as possible, but I don’t know if it’ll be a good idea until everything can be wired up completely.”
Hacker nods, his jaw still set and his whole-body tense. He feels like he let me, Scarlett, and the club down.
“That would be ideal,” Hacker agrees. “Show your woman the clubhouse kitchen and let her know Billy is her own personal bitch boy for anything she needs. If baking is her passion, it might be enough.”
I nod, thinking about that. The clubhouse kitchen is huge and set-up for anything she might want to bake. I’ll worry about that later.
Right now, there’s one question burning in my chest. “Do you have the footage?”
Hacker nods before tapping on the laptop open in front of him. The screens on either side of the room light up and then the camera feeds from the bakery start to play. They didn’t even bother breaking in with stealth. They break the front windows, and it took some effort. The two assholes walk into the bakery with crowbars, once they finally breath through. Then they just start wailing on anything and everything they can reach.
My brothers wince with every item that’s broken and my heart fucking bleeds for my woman. The two assholes look like guys, but it’s hard to tell in the black hoodies which are covering their head and the masks they have over their faces. If they are guys, they aren’t very big, Hacker was right about that.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say they’re just kids,” Feral, one of the older patched in members, muses as he tilts his head and watches the video intently.
Just as quickly as the whole thing started, it stops. The two people on the feed drop their arms like they’re exhausted, share a long look, and then leave the same way they came in. It’s only about two minutes later that Lucifer, Scythe, and Hacker step into frame. Then it’s less than ten minutes before Scarlett is lead into the bakery and starts to look around.
“Fuck,” Scythe fumes, “we just missed them.”
“My gut is telling me this isn’t over,” I force out between my teeth.
Lucifer nods, the look in his eyes thoughtful as he studies the still of the people who broke in on the screen. “First things first, the bakery needs to be cleaned, and everything needs to be fixed up.”
“On it, Prez,” Hammer chimes in.
“Then we’ll deal with getting everything wired properly. We need to try and control the perimeter as well. If need be, we’ll start taking shifts to make sure we have eyes on the bakery at all times. The incidents have only happened at night,” Lucifer looks at me for confirmation, “right?”
“Correct, Prez,” I affirm.
“Let’s make it happen.” Prez bangs the gavel and even though my brothers pat me on the shoulder and congratulate me on claiming my Old Lady, I don’t really stop and soak it in.
I can’t. Not now. Not when I need to have eyes on my woman.
What if she had gone in a little earlier? Would she have stumbled upon whoever broke in? Could she have been hurt?
The moment I see my woman, I’m grateful that she looks relaxed and at home surrounded by Old Ladies. I’m grateful as fuck that so many of them came to the clubhouse for her, even though it’s way too fucking early. I don’t stop until I’m standing in front of Scarlett.
She looks up at me with a small smile on her face. I look at the women surrounding her and nod, “Ladies. Good morning.”
I think they chorus the same greeting to me, but I hardly hear it. Without asking or thinking twice, I reach down and lift Scarlett into my arms. I carry her toward my bedroom. Sure, I could take her to the house I have on the compound, but it’s too far away for me right now.
I had the house built about a year ago. At the time it was more a pipe dream than anything else. I don’t spend a lot of time there, only when the clubhouse is too much, and I need some quiet. Normally, I prefer to spend time around the clubhouse because the house can feel too lonely and other times it’s too much.
One day, soon, I’ll take my woman to the house. Then I’ll get her to move in and we can make it our home.
Scarlett wraps her arms around my neck and rests her head against my chest, “Where are we going?”
“My room. I’m going to make you forget everything other than my name and the amount of pleasure I can give you.”
She shivers in my arms as I open the door and then kick it closed behind me. I toss her onto the bed, loving the way she laughs as she bounces. Her eyes are wide as she looks at me and I know she’s thinking something negative about her body. With a shake of my head, she snaps her mouth closed.
“Strip, Sugar,” I demand.
After making sure the door is locked, I start to strip. She doesn’t do the same at first, but when I shoot her a look, full of demands and dominance, she starts to pull her clothes off with shaking hands. I know there will come a day when she’s fully confident in her skin.
I can’t fucking wait.
The moment she’s naked, I push her thighs apart and slide my finger along her slit. She’s already soaked for me.
“So wet for me,” I praise her.
“I’ve been turned on since I woke up in your arms this morning,” she admits breathlessly.
I smirk as I crawl up my woman’s body. The way her hips cradle my body is so fucking good. Her body is perfect, and I love the way her softness cradles me.
“I plan to make you scream my name over and over, Scarlett,” I groan. My cock is dripping pre-cum as I slide my length between the slippery lips of her pussy. “The next time I’m inside you I’ll take my time. But I’m on edge and it’s been far too long since I’ve had you.”
Her body arches into mine as her hand wraps around the back of my neck. “Please, Dean,” she pleads, “I need you.”
With a feral growl, I notch the head of my cock at her entrance and punch my hips forward. I fill her with one, brutal thrust and the pleasure filled scream that comes from my woman is everything.
I’m going to make her forget the sadness she felt at seeing her bakery destroyed this morning. I’m going to fuck her until this morning becomes a distant nightmare.
Every time I bottom out in my woman, she gasps and whimpers. The sounds coming from her only make me want to fuck her harder and faster. I give into my baser needs, our bodies slapping together and creating the most erotic fucking soundtrack.
When we come, it’s together with our eyes locked and our hearts pounding.
Yeah, this woman is mine.
I lean forward and kiss her deeply. I whisper against her lips, “Hope you’re not tired, Sugar. I’m not done with you yet.”
The sparkle in her eyes has me falling even deeper in love with the woman underneath me and my cock starts to harden again. Flipping us over, I grip her hips and smirk.
I’ll never be done with this woman. This is forever.