Chapter 10
Ten
Killer
After the run, I enter the clubhouse and walk straight to the bar. I need a beer to release the fucking stress. The Prospect hands me a beer, and I take a long pull.
“Get me a bottle of tequila,” I growl, pulling out my cigarettes from the inside pocket of my Cut. I grab on, light up, take a long drag, throwing back my head. I roll my shoulders and twist my neck.
I called Karla, but the call went to voicemail. I texted her, but she hasn’t even seen it.
I take another pull of the beer, looking at my cell phone.
I have several missed calls from an unknown number.
I have to get Fiend to ask Autumn if she’s heard from Karla. The ache in my gut is persistent, and I don’t like it. Especially since I’ve seen the fucking shit that Castro deals in.
“Hey,” Fiend says, leaning against the bar countertop. “Get some sleep, we’ve been up all night.”
“Nah, I can’t. Karla has not answered my calls or texts. I don’t like it, and Castro is her Dad,” I growl, taking a pull of tequila from the bottle.
“Fuck! That’s not good,” Fiend says, grabbing the beer from the bar countertop.
“I need to talk to her,” I say, taking a drag of my cigarette.
“Maybe she’s sleeping in,” Fiend says, scrubbing his face. “Get some sleep. We have the run strip club tomorrow.”
“Fuck! Okay,” I huff, putting out my cigarette.
I take another long pull of the tequila and finish the beer.
Fiend is right, I need to sleep. When I get up, I’ll call Karla, do the run, and hopefully pick her up because she has to be by my side, not living at Castro’s mansion. I need to protect her.
I pull on my boots and grab my cell off the bed. I slide my fingers over the screen, hoping that I have a missed call from Karla or a text.
But nothing.
I grind my molars and walk out of my room, leaving the apartment. I go down the stairs and into the clubhouse. I approach the bar counter and slide onto the stool.
“Beer,” I say, looking around the clubhouse.
Thank fuck the club whores are busy cleaning the damn place. It’s about fucking time. I can smell food.
I grab the beer from the bar and take a pull. I push off the stool and walk to the kitchen. I stop at the entrance to look at my Mom, Mama Bear.
“Killer, are you hungry,” Mama Bear asks, wrapping the breakfast burrito.
“Yeah, Mom,” I say, nodding.
“Here, I have this one ready,” Mama Bear says, smiling.
“Thanks, Mom. I’m starving,” I say, taking the burrito.
I take a big bite and close my eyes. Love this for breakfast.
“Killer, the club whores are bitching about you having an Old Lady,” Mama Bear asks, leaning against the kitchen countertop.
“Yeah, Mom. I have an Old Lady, and I’m going to marry her. She doesn’t know much about the MC lifestyle. But those fucking bitches, club whores, need to shut their traps. I hate that they want to claim the Brothers,” I growl, shaking my head.
“I understand, but be careful because they will try to cause issues with your Old Lady. Don’t forget that I would love to meet her,” Mama Bear says, smiling.
“I’m going to talk to Prez; this shit has to stop. Mom, I don’t want these bitches messing with my Old Lady or sisters,” I say, taking another bite.
“Killer,” Fiend says, walking into the kitchen. “Hi, Mama Bear.”
“I have a burrito for you,” Mama Bear says, handing it to him.
“Thanks,” Fiend says, smiling. “We need to get.”
Fiend takes a bite and looks at me.
“I’m ready, I say,” Nodding.
We pull into the Fiery Strip club parking lot and turn off our bikes. I take off my gear and place it on the seat. I pull my cell out of my Cut pocket, slide my fingers, and damn messages.
This fucking number called several times, and I need to find out who’s fucking calling me.
I scrub my face, close my eyes, and run my fingers through my hair. I roll my shoulders. I’m so damn tense, and fucking worried about Karla.
“Let’s get this done. I need to return and take Autumn shopping,” Fiend says, smiling.
“Yeah, can you call Autumn and ask her if she’s talked to Karla?” I say.
“Yeah, will do,” Fiend says, opening the back door.
We walk down the long hall and look for Fierce.
I stop to look at the club, at the Brothers getting ready.
Fuck!
What is Karla doing here?
“Karla,” I say, taking long strides, pressing my boots into the tile floor.
Karla turns to look at me, smiles, and runs to me. I open my arms and hug her close.
“Killer, I’m so happy to see you,” Karla says, with a teary eye.
“Baby, what are you thinking,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Killer, I’m working,” Karla says, rolling her eyes.
My gut twists, and anger swirls in me because my Karla thinks that she needs to work when she has me.
“Hell no. I don’t want you working here,” I say, shaking his head.
“Oh my God, Ace. I need money,” Karla says, resting her hands on her waist.
I cup her face and gaze into her eyes.
“Angel, you don’t need to work for money. I’m going to take care of you,” I say, kissing softly. “Remember, we’re going to get married.”
Fuck!
I’ve missed her.
I’m fucking glad that she did escape.
“I’ve been calling you,” I say, holding her tight.
Karla moves her hands up my shoulders and pulls me down.
“I had to run away last night. I broke the cell phone SIM card so that Dad won’t track me. I called you with the burner cell phone and texted you,” Karla whispers.
“Hell, I didn’t recognize the number. Sorry, Angel, for not answering. But now I have you in my arms, please trust me. I’m going to take care of you,” I say, holding her close.
“I was so scared,” Karla whispers, blinking the tears.
“Angel, don’t be scared. Your Dad can’t touch you, you’re mine,” I say, gazing into her eyes.
“Promise,” Karla says, wide-eyed.
“Promise.”
Later.
“Church is in session,” Demon says, slamming the gavel on the board.
“This is going to be short and sweet! We have runs to do,” Diablo says.
“Brothers, Vegas Chapter, Prez Moose in needs some help with the new casino,” Demon says, looking around the table.
“The run will take a few weeks; it might be two or more,” Diablo says, rubbing his beard.
“Brothers, I want Viper, Killer, and Lethal to make this run,” Demon says.
“I want to take my Old Lady with me,” I say, looking at Prez.
“Yeah, I do too,” Viper says.
“Yeah, that’s okay,” Demon says, nodding.
“Well, hell, I’m taking my Old Lady,” Lethal says, smirking.
“Fuckers! You'd better take care of business! Church is over. Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon yells, slamming the gavel.
“Riding till we die,” the Brothers shout, pumping their fists.
“Angel, are you hungry,” I ask, entering our room.
I look around the room and walk over to the bathroom. I lean against the doorframe, watching her pull off the towel. She grabs the hairbrush and slides it over her long, dark locks.
“Ace, yes, I’m starving,” Karla says, brushing her hair.
Fuck me!
She’s so fucking sexy.
I run my gaze over her; she’s wearing my t-shirt, and she looks so damn sexy.
“Would you like to go out, or order some pizza?” I say, running my gaze all over her.
She sets the brush on the sink countertop and walks over, wrapping her arms around my waist. She looks up, smiling.
“How about you order pizza, relax, and watch my favorite old movie, Dirty Dancing, and make love,” Karla says, going up on her tiptoes.
“Sounds good,” I say, kissing her.
I slide my hands under her, and I cup her breast, running my finger over her tight nipple.
Karla runs her fingers through my hair, sending a fiery wave down my back. I nip her lip and move my mouth down her neck.
“Angel, tell me what you want.”
“I want you.”
That makes my control explode, forget food. I pull her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I walk over to the bed, place her on it, and pull off her t-shirt. I step back, take off my clothes, watching the flush in her face.
“Angel, you’re so sexy,” I growl, moving onto the bed.
I grab her legs, stare at her wet little pussy. I run my fingers over her swollen flesh.
“Ace, stop playing,” She moans, shifting her hips.
“Tell me what you want.”
I insert one finger into her tight little pussy, and watch her pant.
“I want you to eat my pussy.”
“Is that right? Don’t you want to fuck your little greedy pussy?”
“Yes, yes.”
“Fuckintastic.”
“First, I need to taste your little pussy, and then I’m going to fuck you.”
“Stop promising.”
“Greedy girl.”
“Yes.”
I lick her honey from her swollen flesh and suck the bundle of nerves. I scrape my teeth over it and bite it, feeling her tense and exploding.
“Ace,” Karla moans, pulling my head closer.
“That’s good, Angel, come all over my face.”
I lick up all of her honey and suck her bundle of nerves.
“Yes, I like that,” She moans, pulling me closer.
I sink my tongue inside her, and feel her inner walls grab my tongue, driving me insane. I pull away, grab my cock, and stroke it, looking at her pussy.
Fuck me!
I’m addicted to this tight little pussy.
I position my cock and thrust inside her, grabbing her hips. I pull out and thrust in deeper, bottoming out. I repeat it until I feel her tense, and she explodes.
“Ace!”
“That’s right, Angel, grab my cock tight with your greedy pussy.
Fuck!
Stars explode behind my eyes, and my cock pumps inside her. Tight little pussy clutches my cock, milking every drop.
I fall over onto my back, pulling her onto my chest. I hold her close, inhaling deeply until I regain control.
“Ace, please order the pizza,” Karla says.
“Okay, I will. I need to do a run to Vegas, and I want you to come with me,” I say, running my fingers through her hair.
Karla pushes off my chest and looks, raising her brows.
“Vegas? Oh my God! That’s so awesome. I have never been there,” Karla squeals.
“We’re going to be here a few weeks. Is that good?”
“Oh yes, that’s awesome,” Karla says, nodding.
“We’re leaving tomorrow. Pack what you need, and if you need more, we will get it in Vegas,” I say.
“Awesome! I’m so excited!”
“Yes, and I want to get married there,” I say, cupping her cheek.
“Are you serious?”
“Of fuckincourse. I need you to be with me always. I need to know that you’re mine and nobody will take you,” I say, gazing into her beautiful eyes.
“Oh my God! I love you,” Karla says, with teary eyes.
“I love you, Angel.”
We walk into the Satan’s Warriors MC Vegas Chapter.
“Fuck! I’m excited to see Moose,” Lethal says, smiling.
Lethal is like a real brother since we grew up together. My sister Cherry is his Old Lady. Moose is Lethal's blood brother, the Vegas Chapter Prez.
The front door to the clubhouse is pushed open, and Moose walks out with his Old Lady, Kassandra. The Brothers walk out behind him.
“Brothers! I’m so happy to see you,” Moose yells.
“Moose, you can’t get rid of us,” Lethal yells.
Moose hugs Lethal, Viper, and me. We introduce our Old Lady’s to Kassandra.
“Come on, let’s go get some beer. I have a BBQ going outside in the pavilion,” Moose says.
We have some beers, talk, and eat. I see Karla talking with Kassandra, Cherry, and Roseanna.
“The new casino is ready, but the Cartel is roaming around here, in my territory. I’m not sure if they want to try to get at my Old Lady. We’re spread thin, and I would appreciate it if you could help us do security runs for a few weeks,” Moose says, rubbing his beard.
“We can do that,” Lethal says, nodding.
“Fuckintastic,” Moose says, nodding.
“I want to have a day because Karla and I are getting married here,” I say, looking at Moose.
“Congratulations! How about you getting married in our new casino chapel? We can do the reception in the hall,” Moose says, smiling.
“Fuck! That’s fuckintastic. I think that works,” I say, nodding.
“Let’s get that done, so we get onto the runs,” Moose says, looking at me. “How about in two days. That gives you time to get your Old Lady what she needs for the wedding.”
“Perfect,” I say.
Two days later.
The minutes are passing, and I’m waiting for Karla. What takes women so long? I look at my Brothers; they’re smirking and enjoying my anxiety.
Motherfuckers!
Finally, the music starts, and Karla starts walking towards me. My heart skips a beat, and I stare at her. She looks like a queen, yeah, my queen.
Karla’s face has a faint blush, her eyes sparkle, and her smile is blinding. She looks so happy, and I’m going to always put that smile on her face until my last breath.
Finally, she’s standing in front of me, and I take her hands, gazing into her eyes.
“Karla, you look beautiful, my perfect queen.”
“Ace, you look like my king,” She whispers.
The Priest, yeah, Karla insisted, so I’m good. The Priest starts talking, and I respond, "I do”, and my chest tightens.
But when it’s Karla’s turn, when she says, “I do”, the emotions threaten to choke me. I inhale deeply and exhale to control the fucking emotions.
“You can now kiss the bride,” the Priest says.
I move my hand to her waist and my other hand to her neck. I pull her closer, gazing into her eyes.
“I love you, Karla Miller.”
“I love you, Ace Miller.”
I kiss her softly across her lips, and then I slide my tongue into her mouth. I feel her tremble, and I explore every little nook, and tangle our tongues in a deep, hungry kiss.