Chapter 6
Six
Killer
Fiend and Autumn walk away to get some fresh beer. I can’t fucking believe that I’m meeting Karla Castro. I never expected to meet the Cartel Princess, the one who has taken over my dreams and always has been on my mind.
She’s even more beautiful up close, and her eyes are huge, sparkling hazel eyes.
“Killer, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Karla says, looking up at me with a mischievous smirk.
Fuck me!
She looks like she’s up to no good, nothing but naughty.
“Karla, let’s have a seat and have some food,” I say.
“Oh yes, that food looks good,” Karla says, nodding.
I pull out the chair, and she sits down, tossing her hair.
Oh fuck!
I love her scent; it’s sexy, warm, floral, and clean. I sit in the chair next to her, inhaling deeply. My damn cock gets harder, and I shift in my chair to release the pressure.
“Here’s a plate, get some food,” I say, taking the plate from the stack.
“The food smells so good, I can’t wait to taste it,” Karla says, grabbing a slice of pizza and two hot wings.
“Good choices,” I say, smiling.
I grab some food and take a bite from the pizza.
“Yes, these hot wings are good,” Karla says, nodding.
“Glad that you like them. So, tell me about you. What do you like to do,” I ask, grabbing the glass of water.
The beer that we had is gone, and the bottles that are left are warm. Fiend and Autumn return with fresh beer and a bottle of tequila.
“Oh yes, I want a shot,” Karla says.
“I got you,” I say, nodding.
I grab the shot glasses, fill them, and hand one to Karla.
Fiend hands Autumn a shot glass.
“To new beginnings,” I say, looking at Karla.
“To these two beautiful women,” Fiend says.
“To us,” Autumn says, smiling.
“To destiny,” Karla says, laughing.
She throws her head back after drinking the tequila shot. She grabs the lime and salt and sucks it.
Fucking hell.
Those lips would look amazing around my cock.
“Ah, yeah, that was good,” Karla says. “I love tequila, it really takes off the edge.”
“It does,” I agree, nodding.
I take a cold beer and hand it to her. She takes a pull and smiles. I love her smile; it lights up her face. I take a pull of my beer, looking at her.
“Oh my god! I love these,” Autumn says, taking another hot wing.
“Yes, those are good,” Karla says, nodding.
She waves her arms along with the beat of the music. Of fuckincourse, I stare at her tits, and my mouth waters.
“Would you like to dance,” I ask, leaning closer to her ear.
Karla looks at me with those huge eyes, and I fall deep into the sparkling depths, into her soul.
“Yes, that would be nice,” Karla whispers.
I push off the chair and take her hand. She stands, and I take her to the corner of the dance floor. It’s a slow old song, and it pulls her close, wrapping my arms around her small waist.
Karla looks up at me and moves her arms up my neck, smiling.
“It feels good being in your arms,” Karla says, pulling me closer.
“Is that right? You can stay in my arms all you want,” I say, moving a hand up her silk back.
“Is that a promise,” Karla says in a low, breathless voice.
That makes something inside me shift, making this feeling more than just fun. I knew that she was special, beautiful, but fuck, she’s everything that I want.
“Angel, promise that you can stay forever in my arms,” I say, moving my hand up to her neck.
“I would love that,” Karla whispers.
Fuckintastic.
This beautiful woman is mine. I’m going to make damn sure of it.
I lean down and kiss her slowly, softly, to see her reaction. She opens her sweet lips, and I swoop in, sliding my tongue all over, exploring, learning every texture and nook. We tangle our tongues, and the kiss deepens.
She moves her hand to the back of my neck, running her fingers through my hair.
That fucking drives me crazy.
Fuck!
I don’t usually allow the bitches to touch me, but Karla, I want it all.
I pull away and gaze into her eyes. I can see that she enjoyed my kiss as much as I did.
“Killer, please tell me your real name,” Karla asks, leaning in closer.
“My name is Ace, Ace Miller,” I say, cupping her face.
“I like your name,” Karla says, nodding.
“What’s your name,” I ask, raising a brow.
“Karla Castro,” She says in a low voice.
I run my finger over her lower lip and take another kiss, holding her tight. I get desperate to have her, and I pull away, breathing deeply.
“Hey, we’re going to the clubhouse,” Fiend says, standing next to us with Autumn.
“Right, let’s go,” I say, nodding.
“Karla, we’re going in the car,” Autumn says, laughing, and leans into Fiend.
“Okay, let’s go,” Karla says, looking at me.
I get off my bike, pulling off my helmet and gloves, and placing them on my seat.
I watch Autumn pull into the parking lot, and I walk over to open Karla’s door.
“I’m glad that you didn’t change your mind,” I say, extending my hand.
Karla takes my hand and slides out of the car, smiling.
“Never, I’m serious about being in your arms,” Karla whispers, going on tiptoes.
I wrap one arm around her waist and kiss her, and nibble her lip. I pull away and look at a beautiful, flushed face.
“I’m starting to believe that you mean it. Angel, don’t play with me,” I say softly.
“No games. Ace, I like you, and I want to be in your arms all night long, every day, forever,” Karla says, running her hand up my chest.
“If you're not careful, I’m going to take you to my room and love you all night,” I whisper in her ear.
I feel her tremble and melt in my arms. I kiss her neck, inhaling her delicious scent.
“Is that a promise,” Karla whispers, kissing my neck.
Fuck me!
This beautiful woman has me with a fucking constant hard-on.
I know that I want her forever. Fuck, she’s already been on my mind since the first time that I saw her.
I can’t fucking believe that she wants me.
Our worlds are different, but at the same time, the same.
I want to keep her, protect her, and love her.
“Hey, get a room,” Fiend says, laughing.
“Yeah, let’s go inside,” Karla says.
I release her but hold her hand. We walk up to the clubhouse, and the front door is open. The music is loud, and the Brothers are having a blast.
I’m happy that Prez decided not to allow too many hangarounds. They’re a pain to have around, asking questions that we can’t answer, and trying to get into what’s not their fucking business.
We can’t risk any damn Joe walking into the MC and getting intel, no matter how small or insignificant it seems.
“Wow, this place is busy,” Karla says, walking with me into the clubhouse.
“Yeah, it is. Do you want a beer or tequila,” I ask, looking at her.
“Both,” Karla says, smiling up at me.
I can’t help it, I pull her into my arms, and kiss.
“Fuck! Look at these bitches,” Dixie yells, pointing at Karla and Autumn.
“I can’t stand all of these bitches coming in to take what’s ours,” Bubbles yells, pointing at me.
Fuck no!
I pull away, hugging Karla next to me. I glare at the club whores, grinding my molars.
“What the fuck! Shut your trap,” I growl, shaking my head.
“Of fuckincourse! It never fails. Fucking club whores wanting what it’s never going to be theirs,” Autumn says, laughing.
“Who the hell do you think you are,” Dixie yells, walking over to her.
“I’m your worst nightmare,” Autumn hisses.
Fiend pulls Autumn back, hugging her close.
“All of you bitches need to learn your place,” Fiend hisses. “Get gone.”
“Get back to your damn corner,” I yell.
I look down at Karla to make sure she’s okay, but hell, she’s fucking tough. She smiles at me and goes onto her tiptoes.
I lean down, and she kisses me, wrapping her arm around my neck. I devour her mouth and pull her up into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I pull back, smiling.
“Let’s not give them our time,” Karla says, smiling. “Take me to your room.”
“Hell yes.”
I look up and see Fiend already at the steel door to enter the secured area.
I walk across the clubhouse, ignoring the shouts from the Brothers and the club whores.
Fiend waits for me, and we enter the secured section.
There’s another steel door. Fiend enters the code, enters, and walks up the stairs.
We get another steel door and enter the code.
We enter the small clearing and head to the apartment doors.
“Later,” Fiend says, entering his code.
“Have fun,” Autumn says, looking at us.
“You too,” Karla says.
I enter the code, and we enter the apartment.
“Angel, this is an apartment for me and my blood brother Diablo. But he now has an Old Lady, and they don’t stay here often. He bought her a house, so I’m usually alone here,” I say, walking to my room.
“Oh, this is a cute apartment,” Karla says, looking at me, and smiles. “Ace, so you’re an MC brat, as you were born and raised in the lifestyle?”
“Yeah, that’s right. What about you? Tell me about your family,” I ask, looking at her.
I wonder if she will come clean, but I won’t be disappointed if she doesn’t. She just met me, and I’ve known her for a while.
“I was born into the ruthless, cold, dark Cartel family. I hate it. I’m scared, and I’m going to run as soon as I can,” Karla says, holding onto my shoulders.
Fuck!
Karla is telling me that she’s a Cartel Princess. It pleases me that she’s not hiding a damn thing.
“Where do you want to run to,” I ask, walking into my room.
I set her down on the carpet and watch her eyes tear up; she shrugs and closes her eyes. Then she smiles and gazes into my eyes.
“I want to run into strong arms that will protect me, love me with all of their heart, and never leave me,” Karla says, blinking her eyes.
My gut twists into knots, my chest constricts with a heartache. Her words resonate deep in my soul.
“I want to be that man,” I say, hugging her closer, cupping her face.
I stare at her, rubbing my thumb over her smooth, soft cheek.
“Ace Miller, this is serious stuff. You can’t make those types of promises when you just met me,” Karla whispers, blinking her eyes.