Chapter 6
Storm
I was walking out of my office when I entered the main room of the clubhouse and realized two things.
One, everyone was silent.
And two, Lena’s face was pale.
My eyes tracked to where she was looking, and when I saw her eyes were locked on a man who was standing just inside the door, I let my eyes take him in.
It had been a dimly lit room when I had beaten his face into a bloody pulp.
But I would recognize that piece of shit anywhere.
Clip was growling.
Ripper was popping his knuckles.
Cason was on the phone, “Red, you want to get a piece of Lena’s stepfather, suggest you get here now.” That was when I felt Cason’s eyes on me, taking in my expression, “You don’t, Storm is going to beat you to it.”
He was fucking right.
I didn’t hesitate as I walked to the piece of shit who had the balls to throw his hands up and say, “I just came to collect Lena. I’m taking her home, as is my right.”
“You don’t have any goddamned rights to that girl,” I growled when I got in his face. Right in his face.
He didn’t say a word but moved his head to look around me.
I growled, “Eyes back to me, motherfucker.”
He didn’t do that.
Fuck. This.
I grabbed his jaw so hard I heard a bone pop, he winced, but I got his eyes off Lena and back on me.
“You have two choices. One, you turn around and walk the fuck out of here and never come back. You forget all about Lena. Or two, you won’t be walking out here still breathing.”
He didn’t speak, he narrowed his eyes at me and said, “She was mine first.”
This motherfucker.
But I still knew something, because one night, the girls were in the movie room watching a movie and Lena let it slip that she was still a virgin. That she was waiting for the right one, just like Raine had done.
Therefore, I lowered my tone, not wanting anyone else to hear what I had to say, “Guess what? She was never your first. But I’m going to be hers. And I’m going to be her last.”
He narrowed his eyes at me, “No. She’s mine.”
I nodded, “Well, looks like you made your choice.”
Then without hesitation, I threw a punch just right. My fist slammed into his temple, and I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head and he dropped like a sack of potatoes.
I bent down, picked him up and tossed him over my shoulder, Cason, Gravel, Tank, and Ripper followed me.
I tossed him on the dirt in front of the shed and left him there with my brothers making sure he didn’t go anywhere.
Once I pulled on a pair of black gloves, I unlocked a box, moved shit around until I opened the false bottom.
From there I tagged the untraceable gun we had, the one that was cleaned before and after every use with absolute care. Then I twisted the silencer on it.
I exited the shed to see the piece of shit still lying there where I dropped him and Red standing there, glaring at him.
He looked at me, saw what I held, then nodded and crossed his arms over his chest.
I wanted him to know what was about to happen to him.
Therefore, I pulled my leg back and then kicked him in his stomach.
He woke up with a grunt of pain.
Before he could move, I was down in the dirt, my knee planted on his chest, and one of my gloved hands was opening his jaw.
I pressed the gun with the silencer in his open mouth and said, “This is for Lena.”
His eyes flashed and his body jerked, but that was all he managed to do before I squeezed the trigger.
His body was hauled to no man’s land.
With my brothers at my back, we walked back into the clubhouse, the moment I entered, my eyes swept the main room, searching for her.
She was standing at the bar with my daughter.
Walking over to her I jerked my chin at Raine.
She nodded, then walked over to Tank.
Stepping into Lena’s space, her head tilted back to look up into my eyes.
I asked, “What did he say?”
She shook her head, “It’s not important, Storm.”
I wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, “Lena. You know me. What. Did. He. Fucking. Say?”
She sighed, “He said that I’d had my fun just like my mother and it was time to come home and pay him back for raising me like his own.”
I locked my eyes with hers and said, “If I could bring the bastard back from the dead and kill him again, I’d do it.”
“You didn’t have to do that for me. But I’m glad you did. I won’t have to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life. Thank you, Storm.”
An hour later my girl was her smiling carefree self.
Standing there with a beer in my hand I watched her. She had her head thrown back and was laughing at something Raine had said.
A growl emitted from my throat when she turned and Raine smacked her ass, that was fucking mine, she just didn’t know it yet.
Red was standing there beside me, watching.
The moment he put his hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eyes, I wasn’t sure what was about to come out of his mouth, but I didn’t feel that it was going to be good for me. This kind of thing usually resulted in an ass-kicking.
“I don’t approve of anyone being with my daughter, no one except for me is ever gonna be close; but you, you’re a close second. You break her heart, I’ll stomp your ass and bury you six feet under, President or not. That’s a motherfucking promise.”
Looking at him, I nodded. “Never break her heart, brother. I do, I’ll hand you my own gun to do the job.”
Since he seemed pleased with that, he removed his hand, then took another pull from his own beer.
Just like that, nothing more was said.
And I was glad for it, because not even five seconds later Hippie came barreling into the common room, and yelled, “Pres. We got company. Pigs at the gate.”
I moved then over to Raine and Lena and said, “No matter what, don’t react. Do what they say and hold your tongue. Okay?”
Raine nodded.
Lena looked at me and said, “You do the same. For me. Please.”
Staring down at her I said, “Long as they don’t fuck with you, I will.”
And with that, leaving the shocked look on her face I moved to the middle of the main room and waited.
It didn’t take long.
Cops poured in; their weapons drawn.
A piece of paper was shoved in my face saying they were there executing a search warrant for illegal weapons and drugs.
Shouts for all of us to get on the ground. Hands behind our backs as cuffs were wrapped around our wrists.
We all listened.
But my eyes didn’t move from Lena who was told to drop to her belly.
Thankfully, she listened.
All around us, cops moved, searching.
I knew they wouldn’t find the guns; we had offloaded them yesterday. Or else we would have been fucked.
Even though after forty-five minutes they didn’t find anything, I, along with Red, Ripper, Gravel, Tank, Hippie, Clip, Porter, and Cason were hauled up and read our Miranda rights for conspiring with a group of men and offering illegal weapons. Supposedly.
I locked eyes with Lena and mouthed, “Stay here.”
She nodded.
After we were all taken to the police station and separated, we were all questioned, and I knew my brothers, they all asked for their lawyer.
Tommy came in then and said, “You will ask no further questions until I have had time to speak with my clients.”
After spending hours in the interrogation room, he spoke with the assistant district attorney. And they also talked to a judge.
Apparently, they held a video of us discussing a deal and picking a location.
And they had obtained that video without a search warrant and the witness to the crime, they couldn’t find. Our lawyer had a field day with them, and all charges were dropped.
The next day I was shaking hands with the club’s lawyer, I walked out of jail with my head held high.
After we piled into one of the vans that the club owned, we headed to the clubhouse. Trick, one of the prospects, met me at the door and said, “Everything is back to rights, the girls made sure of it.”
I nodded then clapped him on the back.
As soon as I walked in, Raine made a beeline for me and wrapped me up in a hug, I pressed a kiss atop her head then released her as she went to Tank.
I looked around the clubhouse and the moment my eyes landed on Lena I stalked over to her.
She was curled up on the couch, as a soft snore slipped out while her black hair flared around her head.
As I was looking down at her, Trick walked over, then lowered his voice so he wouldn’t wake her up, “She hasn’t slept. Not a wink. Not until about an hour ago. She took charge, wanted everything to be done for when y’all got back.”
I nodded, bent at the waist, and scooped her into my arms. Carefully. I didn’t want to wake her.
Then I pressed a kiss atop her head and headed for the stairs.
Red met me before I could step up, and said low, “You taking her to your room?”
I nodded.
He lifted his chin and then headed to the bar to get a drink.
I walked up the steps with my Precious bundle in my arms.
The moment I made it to my room, I opened the door and strode to the bed.
Carefully I laid her down, then ran my fingers through her hair, she let out a low moan that went straight to my dick.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. The power this woman had over me.
Shaking my head, I covered her up and then walked out of the room.
But not before I tagged my phone which still had a charge to it and snapped a picture of her.
It was the first time she was in my bed, and I wanted to remember this moment until all the air in my body left my lungs.
As soon as I made it back down the steps, I called out, “Church is in ten.”
With that, I headed to the room we used for church and stared at the table that had the club’s insignia carved into the wood.
As soon as the last member filed in and closed the door, I called out, “Church is in session.”
One by one they all focused on me, “Right, we got some shit to discuss, but we need to take care of a few things before we focus all of our attention on the problem at hand.”
With that said, I looked at Hippie and lifted my chin at him to begin.
“We have three men that want to prospect, Flint, Wes, and Phillip,” Hippie said.
He tossed their folders in the center of the table. One by one we all passed them around as we took in the information that Hippie had gathered.
Something on Flint’s file had stalled me, he was from Tennessee, Knoxville to be exact. That was where Lena was from.
But since it was a big ass town, I didn’t pay attention to it.
“All in favor of letting them prospect say aye.”
Around the table they went one by one, since it was unanimous, I nodded at Hippie.
That was when I brought up the events that led to us being arrested.
Turns out we had a mole.
Wasn’t the first time, that person was six feet under in a shallow grave.
Hippie was able to find the video they had after he hacked into their system.
We all gathered around the laptop and watched it. And sure, enough it was real as fuck.
Then Hippie did something on his keyboard and pulled up the camera that spanned the area.
We all watched as someone in a corner brought their phone up and started to record us.
We all knew who it was.
Fucking Mitzie.
Plans were made.
Mitzie wouldn’t be breathing before the sun went down today.
Just as Ripper nodded that he would take care of the bitch, that was when my phone vibrated. We didn’t normally bring our phones into church.
But since so much shit was swirling around us, I allowed it.
When I checked the display, I tried to hide a rare smile that seemed she was the only one to bring out in me.
After today I was going to make her mine, I just hope she feels the same.
Precious – I know your back. And you haven’t eaten. Food will be ready in the kitchen.
Trying as hard as I could, I tried to keep the smile that wanted to burst forth from my lips.
But I failed. Spectacularly.
With that, I banged on the gavel.
The men started to stand but they all slowed as Clip spoke, “Only one person I know that can make you smile like that. Go see your woman, Pres.”
Clip jerked his chin to the door.
I didn’t hesitate in getting out of there and made a beeline for the kitchen.
Because I was indeed hungry, but I wanted to see my woman.
She had her back to the room, bent at the waist, digging something out of the fridge.
Oh, how I wished Lena would give me a sign. Just fucking one that she was just as into me as I was into her.
Because then I could walk up behind her and rub my aching dick in her backside.
Fuck me.
And then, I cursed, because she had just titled her ass.
At my curse, she twisted her head, tawny-flecked eyes locked onto mine, and then she smirked before she straightened
As she straightened, she pulled the barbeque sauce from the fridge that she knew I preferred.
I watched as she closed the door, then headed to the island where a plate that looked like it held a pulled pork sandwich.
Planting my ass on the stool, I took the sauce from her and jerked my chin.
I had just taken a massive bite when she lowered her voice and asked, “Are you okay?”
I chewed, swallowed, then asked, “Are you okay?”
She looked at me, and said, “Storm, I wasn’t the one who had cuffs placed on my wrist. Then led out to a police cruiser. Hauled into jail. And had to sit through hours among hours of interrogation or whatever they did.” While she said that, I finished my sandwich in four bites.
Once I swallowed the last bite, I drank some of the water, and then I asked, “Are you okay?”
She nodded, sighed, then said, “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Then so am I,” I told her as I winked at her.
Not giving her time to process what I just did, I stood, tagged my empty plate, and tossed it in the trash. Then I grabbed my glass of water, guzzled it down, and placed it in the sink.
Just as I stepped from the sink, she asked, “So how did I go to sleep on the couch, and wake up in your bed?”
“That’s a discussion for another day, Precious. Wish I had time now, but I don’t.” I told her.
She nodded, “I got you. Go do whatever you need to do, I have time, and I’m patient. Whenever you’re ready for that discussion, just let me know. Okay?”
I nodded then pressed a kiss on her forehead then made my way to the shed.
Red was the last to join us as we crowded around the space.
Ripper was already at work, and when he asked her why she betrayed the club, she refused to answer.
So, he took his knife and shredded her clothes, followed by her bra, and I watched as he grabbed her tit, and put the knife near her areola.
“I’ll ask one more time, why did you betray the club?”
Again, she refused to answer, until he made one cut with his knife, then she cried out and told us everything.
“Because I got tired of all y’all only wanting to use my body and not respecting me. But there was someone else who respected me. And he wanted y’all out of the way so he could take over your operation.”
I stepped forward then, “Have I ever put my dick inside you?”
She glared, then muttered, “No.”
I nodded, “And I know for a fact that neither Ripper nor Red has either. So, your reasons for this shit are invalid. Wanna try that shit again.”
“She wanted to be an ol’ lady. That’s all it fucking boils down to,” Clip growled out.
“Then she went about it the wrong fucking way. No man wants to slide his cock into a snatch that his brothers have also been in.” Gravel stated.
That was the undiluted fucking truth.
Ripper continued to work her over, but he threatened to cut off other parts of her body any time she refused to talk.
We didn’t bother to tell her that if she told us everything, we would let her go.
Mitzie had been a club girl for three years now, she knew that if you came into that shed and you didn’t bare a Wrath MC kutte then you wouldn’t come out of it alive.
Seeing that Ripper was slowing down I knew that it was time to end it.
I whistled for everyone to file out of the shed and let Ripper finish up.
I reached inside my kutte and pulled out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter.
After a few pulls on my cigarette, Ripper walked out of the shed with a red rag, “Done?”
He nodded, then headed into the clubhouse to take care of any evidence that would be on his body.
Three prospects along with Tank got the body out of the shed and moved it to the wagon we had attached to the back of a four-wheeler.
Mitzie’s body would be tossed in an area we called no man’s land.
And it seemed only fitting for the bitch to be eaten by animals.
And I couldn’t name a single soul that the bitch had met her timely demise.
***
It had been one thing after another, and fucking hell, all I wanted to do was to get Lena, have that talk with her, and go somewhere.
Quiet. Isolated. Something where no one could find us. No technology.
Speaking of no technology, my phone went off a-fucking-gain.
But not before I read a message from Ripper.
Ripper - Mitzie’s body was gone, a few scraps of clothes and a few pieces of bone remained, but the rest had been mutilated by wild animals.
Good. Fucking. Riddance
Seeing the name that popped up on my phone I felt my brows raise, it’s been a long fucking time.
No longer agitated at my phone blowing up, I took the call.
“What’s going on fucker?”
Trident chuckled, well, what sounded like a chuckle.
I met Trident years ago when we worked an op together in the Kandahar Province. And let me tell you something, I’ve never met an official badass, but I can definitely say that he is one.
I watched him take a fucking bullet to the throat, have the medic pack that shit with as much shit as he could. Then I watched as Trident carried out the mission.
Only when the target was neutralized did he seek treatment.
His exact words were, “My voice is a small fucking price to pay to keep my loved ones safe.”
When I heard his voice, I listened intently, “Need your tech man’s help. We got some shit going on over here. Need him to work his magic if you can spare him.”
“I’ll ask him. Sure he won’t mind.” And Hippie wouldn’t mind.
Because Trident and his club were the ones who broke up a trafficking ring.
The very trafficking ring where Hippie’s ol’ lady who had sadly passed seven years ago, Ashley, was scheduled to be sold.
And I was right.
After Trident and I got caught up on our lives and whatnot, I spoke to Hippie.
He ran to pack up his stuff, and not wanting Hippie to go alone I sent the three new prospects.
This would be their first test to see how they handled themselves as they were now representing Wrath MC.