Chapter Eight
Eros
“I can come back later when you’re done.”
Being a biker, you should always expect the unexpected, especially at the clubhouse.
Since Knox rarely left his room unless it was urgent or one of the other chapters came into town, this was the place to find him.
So, it wasn’t unusual for me to walk in on him screwing Libby.
I’d lost count how many times I’d seen his pale ass or her tits.
Which was why I wasn’t shocked he had her taking his dick down her throat while he was on his computer.
Libby Devereaux was the only woman Knox fucked with.
She wasn’t a club whore, but some hacker chic.
How they met or where they knew each other from, I had no idea, but he vouched for her.
And I trusted his judgement that she knew how to keep her mouth shut about club business.
So, she’d show up, fuck Knox, then disappear. I’d gotten used to seeing her around.
“Nah you’re good, Prez,” he said, not even looking up from his computer. “I’m almost there.”
“I don’t know how in the hell you can concentrate on the computers and a blowjob at the same time.”
“Libby’s mouth help’s me concentrate on what I need to find,” Knox said with a little strain in his voice.
“Well, make it quick.” I propped myself up against the frame of the door. “We got things to discuss.”
He nodded silently, reclined in his chair, and forcefully guided Libby’s head down, causing her to choke on his cock as tears streamed down her face.
Her exquisite beauty was accentuated by her rich mahogany complexion and jet-black hair woven into two braids. She always wore dark lipstick and eye shadow. And no matter whether she was in jeans, skirts, or shirts, she always wore black.
Wet noises echoed loudly in the room, then Knox’s deep groan shortly followed. As soon as his breathing returned to normal, Libby rose from between his thighs, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Then she kissed Knox on the forehead.
“Whenever you want to join us, Eros, let me know,” she said, then winked at me before walking out of the room like nothing happened.
“She serious?” I asked not that I would ever fuck Libby.
She wasn’t my type.
Knox shrugged. “Has the girl given you an answer yet?” Knox asked, pushing his dick back inside his pants.
With a sigh, I plopped into the cushioned chair near his desk, the quiet hum of the computers drone filled the room. I took a long swig of pale ale, then sighed. “No.”
He chuckled. “She’s a stubborn one. You’d think she’d be grateful you saved her ass.” He continued to type on his computer. “She’s going to have to make up her mind real soon, Prez. There’s chatter about us being connected to her. I’m already seeing the effects.”
Alarm raced through my system. This can’t be good.
“What do you mean?”
“We’ve had some issues with someone in high up places diggin’ into club business.”
“Fucking hell,” I mumbled. “What’s the damage?”
“Someone’s looking into our business permits, property inquires, and there’s increased police activity around the club, shop, and clubhouse. No actual damage done yet, but just a matter of time.”
Savage Order owned two legitimate businesses so far.
Temptations, an exclusive strip club, and Savage Classics, a motorcycle shop where we build custom bikes.
Both pulled in decent money for the club, but Temptations by far was where most our legitimate funds came from because our girls were top tier, and we were one of the few clubs in the state that also had male dancers.
We could not afford to have any issues with any of our businesses, but especially Temptations.
“Reach out to our friend at city hall and the police department. I want to know what the hell is going on and why the hell I’m not getting any phone calls, letting me know what the fuck is up.
I don’t like having to come to them to find out about this fucking shit.
Tell them to fix it or there will be hell to pay. ”
“You got it. But is she worth the headache?”
“Only time will tell. But if her father is willing to kill her for the information she has, there’s no way it’s not worth it.”
“I hope you’re right, for all of our sakes.”
“Me too, brother. Any news on how they found us at the warehouse?”
“Donnie. They tracked her car. Apparently, the prospect told him too much info when he got rid of the car, like where the Order was keeping her.”
“Fucking hell.” I swiped my hand down my face. “You can’t find good help these days. I want them taken care of. We can’t have people in our orbit who don’t know how to keep their fucking mouths closed.”
“Well, the Viper took care of Donnie. Randy found him this morning. I’ll get Diesel to handle the prospect and his disposal.”
“Good. Have you been able to pinpoint which Viper yet? I know it’s a long shot, but if we knew who we were up against, we might have a better shot at handling the situation.”
“I have Libby digging into it. She can get that kind of information quicker than I can even though it’s going to be slow go on that front. We have to make sure we don’t trigger the wrong crowd with our search.”
“Okay. Just keep me in the loop.” I stood. “I’m going to get my answer from our guest, then go home. Lydia’s watching Ambrose.” I was sure by now Bear was having a fucking fit his old lady had him all day. “I’ll be back first thing in the morning. If you find anything before then, call me.”
“You taking her with you?” he asked when I reached the door.
“Hadn’t planned on it.”
“I think it would be best if you and Ambrose stay here for a while, too.” He faced me. “It’s safer at the clubhouse. The Vipers know we have her, they’ll come after you. I know you won’t forgive yourself if Ambrose got caught in the crossfire. At least here we all can protect him.”
Fuck! I hadn’t even thought about how all this shit could follow me home.
I hated having Ambrose at the clubhouse because the shit that goes on here, and he’d already been here longer than I liked while I’d been handling the shit with Crash and Janea.
But Knox was right. There was no safer place he could be.
“You’re right. Ambrose is probably raising hell because he’s tired, anyway. You know where to find me if you need me.”
Knox faced the computer screens, and I closed the door behind me.
I made my way to my room I used at the clubhouse.
I had the choice to stay here or move into Crash’s old room, which had been designated the prez’s room.
It was larger, but I liked the fact that this room was further away from the other brothers, giving me a little privacy, especially with Ambrose staying with me, when we had to crash here.
When I reached the door, my steps faltered at my son’s laughter filtering through the door.
I quietly opened it, then stopped in my tracks.
I didn’t expect my son, who didn’t really like anyone other than a few of the old ladies, to be in the bed with Janea, with his head on her shoulder as she read his favorite book.
As she made another silly voice, his laughter shifted something inside my chest. I didn’t know if it was because of him, if it was her, or if it was the image of them together.
“What’s going on here?” I asked even though I hated to interrupt the moment.
Janea stopped mid-sentence as her eyes went wide as saucers, and Ambrose’s smile got even wider. “Nea is reading me a story,” Ambrose said.
He sounded so happy. Not that my son wasn’t a happy kid, he was just very weary of people. But not with her, which said a lot. At his age, he had very good judgement when it came to people.
“Nea’s reading you a story, huh?” I asked, not able to keep the smile off my face at his mispronunciation of her name. “And you didn’t think your old man would have loved for you to come get him so he could also listen to Nea read you a story?” I asked as I walked closer to the bed.
Her guard was completely up, which I understood, but unless my kid’s life was in danger, she had nothing to worry about when he was around.
“You can listen now,” he said, as he slid over to make room for me.
I looked at Janea, and she still looked like she was about to have a heart attack, but I waited until she gave me the go ahead. I wouldn’t get this close to her in bed unless she was good with it.
She nodded although reluctantly, and I got in bed beside my son. “Where was I,” Janea said.
As she started reading, I couldn’t help but smile. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think we were one big happy family. I never thought about a moment like this before, but as I laid here, it wouldn’t be bad to have something like this for me and especially for my son.