Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
First, I needed to make sure he didn’t compromise our location.
I would hate to be interrupted.
“Who did you call?” I finally asked.
“My partner.”
“Which King was it?” I pushed.
“Ash King?”
It wasn’t the first time I had heard the name Ash King. His older twin brothers Reed and Rowan were in the same class as my other brother Brandt. Rowan and his girlfriend used to party with Brandt. Part of the reason they probably chummed around together was because they were trying to pretend they weren’t their father’s sons. They were the most unlikely pair; the son of the Police Chief and the son of the President of a biker gang.
Brandt was pretty shaken up when Rowan overdosed on Fentanyl. His death was one reason he pushed for the Reapers to get out of the drug trade. We mostly sold cocaine and marijuana, but to him nothing was worth the pain the loss of someone inflicted on families. It didn’t take long for the Reapers to stop distribution.
We all knew it wasn’t completely because of Brandt, but we didn’t care.
At about the same time, the Sandstone chapter of the Chaos Crows had started up, and they eagerly wanted a piece of the action. With the way Richard King had brought down the hammer on the drug trade in our city, the risk far outweighed the reward, so we quietly bowed out. It solved avoiding a turf war, while creating an ally in the city. We doubled down in our weapons trafficking and the other pots we had our hands in. We weren’t hurting for cash the way our old Prez had us set up for success.
“You trust him?”
“With my life,” he responded.
I nodded. “Fair enough.”
I knelt between his legs.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice hoarse.
“I thought I was being obvious. After experiencing an adrenaline rush like the one we had tonight, I either want to fight or fuck,” I told him. “It's your choice.”
“What's my choice?”
“Do you want to help me scratch this itch, or do I need to take my chances at that bar?”
During our mad dash away from the scene, I noticed a pub around the corner. It would serve me well for any of my three vices: booze, sex, or brawling.
Not necessarily in that order.
On special occasions, at the same time.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Either your worst nightmare or your wildest dream, your choice,” I told him.
“Is that so?” He smirked.
I nodded. “I figured us fucking would be a hell of a lot more fun than fighting. Plus, it would help us pass the time without uncomfortable silence.”
Braxton roughly grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me forward into a punishing kiss. I bit his bottom lip, eliciting a growl from him that shot straight to my core. I couldn't wait to hear how he sounded as he was pumping into me. In that moment, all I wanted was to feel him between my legs like I longed for my next cross border tour on my Harley.
His jeans were tight, the almost painful looking bulge in the front left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
“Condom?”
“Jacket pocket.”
I hopped up and went over to the desk chair, where he had thrown his jacket earlier, then blindly searched his pockets.
Placing the foil wrapper gently in between my teeth so I could free my hands to undo his pants. With one arm, he held me up as he shimmied his jeans and boxers off.
After I rolled the condom down to the base of his rock hard cock, I positioned him at my entrance and slowly slid down. Once he had filled me to the brink, we both exhaled in unison. He was bigger than I remembered, so it took me a moment to adjust.
With the noises coming from me, I was glad we were in a hotel and far away from my room at the clubhouse and away from my brothers.
He roamed his hands up my back as I rode him. My peaked nipples painfully hard. A shiver rushed up my shine as he lowered his head forward and flicked his tongue over the tip, then nibbled almost to the point of pain.
The bullet wound on his side didn't seem to bother him now, but it likely would in the morning. His hands moved down and held my hips as he kept up the punishing pace. The whole point of this position was I liked to be in control, but I wasn't about to complain.
“Harder,” I told him breathlessly.
If he wasn't worried about his injury, I was going to ask him to give me all he's got. We probably only had tonight. Cause after this job, I was going to cut off all contact with him.
“You want harder?” he asked before he flipped us around.
I tried not to think of my back on the old, ratty couch as he positioned my legs over his shoulders. He then placed his knees on either side of me and his hands on the back of the couch. He swiftly entered me again before I could recover. Testing my flexibility, his hard thrusts folded me in half.
I slid my hand down to where our bodies met. Working my clit to the rhythm of his thrusts, my laboured breaths helped to chase my orgasm.
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come,” I warned him as I kept working my clit.
His next thrust sent me spiralling over the edge.
“Oh fuck yeah,” he growled. “Your pussy is so fucking tight.”
My legs shook as he fucked me straight through my orgasm. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he released my legs from his shoulders. After a couple of shallow thrusts, he stilled, groaning into my neck as he emptied his seed into me.
We stayed like that for a minute.
“You like that?” he winked as he pulled out of me.
“Meh. It was okay,” I shrugged.
“Okay?”
“Yep,” I repeated as I stood up.
“I think the people in the room three doors down would beg to differ. Hell, they probably want to watch.”
“You’re a pig,” I hit him playfully as I walked by him.
“Oink oink, baby,” he said as he swatted my ass.
He woke me several times that night for a repeat performance.
* * *
The incessant ring of my phone robbed me of the last few moments of sleep.
Reaching over beside the bed, I grabbed the phone off the bedside table. Seeing my brother’s name on it, I hopped out from under the covers and went into the bathroom.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Is that any way to greet your President?”
I groaned. “Sorry, didn’t know which helmet you were wearing today.”
“Either one,” he answered. “So, how’s the cop?”
“His name is Braxton, and he’s okay, all things considered.”
“First name basis, hmm? Hope there’s not more to it than that?”
“I know my place,” I huffed. “Don’t worry.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“I’ll be fine,” I lied.
“If you say so.”
“I say so,” I told him.
“So, the word on the street is they are still looking for him,” Erik told me. “I don’t know who he pissed off, but it must have been someone important.”
“The sheer magnitude of bullets flying in my direction last night was enough to give me pause.”
“Do you want out? I can send Gunner in.”
“No, I don’t want out. You know I always see the job to the end.”
“I just don’t want the end to be you lying in a pool of your own blood.”
“Don’t worry, big bro, I’ll play it safe. If push comes to shove, I’ll take him to another city and stash him with one of our contacts until this is resolved.”
“Don’t take any stupid chances.”
“I’m gonna stay right here for another night,” I told him.
“What about classes?”
“I’m so far ahead in my courses that I can afford to miss a couple.”
After I hit end on the call, my phone buzzed several times.
Dick: Hey beautiful, how are you?
Dick: Why aren’t you responding? I just have one question.
Dick: Where did you sleep last night?
Dick: Your lights weren’t on all night.
How did he know I lived in the clubhouse?
For that matter, how the fuck did he know which room was mine?
Dick: Did you stay overnight at your mom’s house?
Dirk wouldn’t know my mom was dead. We didn’t spend a lot of time together talking about our personal lives, so I wondered where he got the idea I would spend the night at my parent’s house. We weren’t in the sort of relationship where I would have taken him home to meet my pseudo parents.
Dick: Come on, babe, I’m just worried about you.
I tossed the phone onto the couch and groaned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Responsibilities,” I responded vaguely.
“Come back to bed.”
* * *
The next morning, I was told to get Braxton out of town.
While I was hidden away in the motel with him, my crew poked around. Unfortunately, Liam told Kujo that the contract on Braxton was still in play, which meant he needed to go away for a while.
Even if he didn’t want to.
That was an interesting conversation. I had just finished dropping him off at the bus station, where I bought two tickets for him. We couldn’t chance a flight because too many people would watch for him to go to another place. With two different destinations on either side of the country, it would take them a while to find him.
I even suggested he get off at any of the stops before the final destination to throw them even further off the scent.
On my way back to the clubhouse, I drove the long way so I could check out the scene. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Although, with all the bullets that were flying around last night, I shouldn’t have been surprised. The crime scene investigators had strung yellow and black police tape around the entire scene, from tree to tree and even around the dumpsters.
I spotted his squad car near where we hid. There would be no fixing it with the number of bullet holes I spotted.
Too many to count.
No one could have survived that.
My brother had said when they showed up there were too many bodies to count. The men were so riddled with holes there was no point in calling a cleanup crew. Of the hitmen that didn't get away, two had their brains blown out of the back of their skulls. There was just too much gore to get it cleaned up properly. I kept thinking back to everything that had happened, and how many times they had forced us to pull the trigger.
With our minimal injuries, we had gotten off lucky.
With the rain, there would have been a river of red down the sewer drains, but nothing would wash away the events of the evening.
Something told me this wouldn’t be the end of it though.
If this was the Chaos Crows, they needed to silence him before a trial.
It all seemed a little too easy.
With Braxton gone, everything would likely fall apart.