Epilogue
Killer
Weeks later.
The clubhouse is loud, music blaring, and the Brothers are having fun with the club whores. I have Karla on my lap, and I am drinking a beer at the bar.
My Old Lady, my wife, is gorgeous. I swear that she is glowing. I kiss her neck and inhale her delicious scent.
“I enjoyed being at the Vegas clubhouse; it’s different from this clubhouse,” Karla says, looking at the chaos. “I miss Kassandra, she’s so much fun.”
“Yeah, a little more mellow since Moose’s Old Lady is after the club whores,” I say, smirking.
I take a pull of my beer and look at the chaos here. Demon, Diablo, and Lethal are usually at their home, but today they’re here since we’re having our wedding reception.
Yeah, right? Karla wanted to have our reception here because Autumn, Mama Bear, and my sisters are here, and she doesn’t have anyone to invite. We invited the Wicked Warriors MC, so the clubhouse is packed. Some of the Brothers and Wicked Warriors are outside in the pavilion.
I’m good with that.
Fiend is getting a house for Autumn since she wants to live away from the MC. Karla wants to stay here for a while. I think that she’s scared that her Dad will find her.
“Angel, do you want to get some food,” I ask, cupping her face.
She looks at me and smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Yes, I’m hungry,” She says.
I kiss her, holding her close, losing myself in my woman.
Then hell broke loose. What the hell is going on? The gunshots outside are intense, the yells loud. I slide off the stool and put Karla behind me. I take out my Glock and wait for the fuckers to enter the clubhouse.
Then the clubhouse door is kicked down, and several men dressed in all black enter the clubhouse, waving AR-15 rifles.
Son of bitch!
It’s fucking Castro, his sons, and Soldiers.
“What the fuck,” I yell.
“Karla, get over here! You’re going home, and I’m going to lock you up. How dare you escape and have me hunt you down! You’ve made me the laughingstock of the Cartel,” Castro yells, pointing his rifle at me.
“No! I’m staying here with my husband,” Karla yells, moving from behind me.
“Crazy puta! You’re saying that this dirty biker is your husband? That’s fucking bullshit! This cabrón is not your husband, and if he is, he won’t be any more,” Castro yells.
The Brothers who were outside in the pavilion walk into the clubhouse, surrounding Castro and his minions.
“Castro, calm the fuck down,” Demon yells, walking in from the back door with the Brothers and the Wicked Warriors MC.
“Fuck you! This is a family matter. Karla is my daughter, and she’s not going to stay with you motherfuckers,” Castro hisses.
His face fucking red, his eyes look around wildly, and he is bloodshot. He’s pissed off. Mario and Ruben stand at his side, flanking him. But they don’t look thrilled; they look at Karla.
“Dad, just leave me alone. I’m not returning to your house,” Karla yells, waving her hands.
“Not an option, and you will do as I say, before I start killing every filthy biker in this fucking clubhouse,” Castro yells.
“Dad, you’re the one that’s nothing but evil, filth. I hate you, and I will never go back to live in your house,” Karla yells, shaking her head.
Castro, Mario, and Ruben's cell phones beep. They look at each other with a surprised, pissed look.
“Castro, be a good boy and look at your cell phone. I promise that you will change your mind,” Demon says, in a low voice.
“What crazy game are you playing! I promise that you can’t do a damn thing to stop me from taking my daughter and fuck you up,” Castro yells, pulling out his cell.
Oh yeah, this is going to be fucking good.
I watch him closely as the color drains from his face, and he stares at the video. He replays it and replays it with shaking hands. He’s sweating and looks at Demon with wild, furious eyes. His face contorts in rage, and he yells.
“You fucking motherfucker bastardo, cabron,” Castro shouts.
“Ah, I love you too,” Demon says, smiling.
Fuck!
Demon is fucking badass.
“Let me tell you a little secret,” Demon says, taking a few steps closer to Castro. “I have so many copies of this sweet video that it's never going away.
Demon smiles and tilts his head, shaking his head. Then he laughs, waving his Glock at Castro.
“You will leave my fucking clubhouse. You will never contact or even say Karla’s name, ever!
She’s my Brother’s wife and is family. And don’t forget to get your skinny ass off my turf, and don’t you ever take more girls from here.
Do you understand?” the Demon says in a low, menacing tone.
“Plus, I want to remind you that the FBI will have this video in their hands the instant that I know that you step out of line. I’m sure that this video will put you and your heirs away in the Pen for life. ”
“Motherfucker, I’m going to kill you,” Castro yells, taking a step back.
Mario and Ruben hold him back. Castro struggles to get loose, foaming at the mouth.
“Get gone,” Demon yells.
Castro is pulled back by his heirs and out of the clubhouse with his minions.
“Make sure that he’s gone,” Demon yells at the Brothers.
The Brothers, plus the Wicked Warriors, escort the fucker out.
Demon walks over and looks at Karla.
“Castro will never come close to you again,” Demon says, looking at her.
“Th . . . ank you,” Karla stutters.
“I’m taking her to our room. Thank the Brothers,” I say.
“Will do,” Demon says, nodding.
Karla is shaking next to me, and I pull her into my arms. She wraps her arms around my waist, burying her face.
“Angel, are you okay,” I whisper in her ear.
I take her chin and lift her face. I look at her trembling lip and teary eyes.
“I’m so scared,” She says in a low voice.
“Angel, do you want to go to our room,” I ask, pushing back her locks.
“Yes, please,” Karla says, nodding.
“Okay,” I say.
I pick her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist and holds on tight.
I walk to the secured area, to my room. I hold her; she falls asleep in my arms all night.
The next day.
“Ace, did I tell you that I love you,” Karla says, sliding onto my chest.
She slides over my hard cock, and rubs her swollen flesh over the crown, making my eyes roll back.
“Angel, you’re going to kill me,” I growl, shifting her hips.
The tip of my cock slides down her hot pussy, and stops at her entrance. I slide into her, gazing into her eyes. I watch her bite her lip, moaning as she rides my cock. She starts bouncing, and I stare at her beautiful tits bouncing.
Fuck yes!
This here is pure heaven.
I move up and take her tight little nipple into my mouth. I suck and lick it. I move over to the next one. I cup her tits, squeeze them, and stare at her beautiful, flushed face.
I move my hand to rub her swollen flesh, watching her moan, and move faster.
“Angel, I need more,” I say, turning her onto her back.
I pull out and flip her over. I thrust inside her tight pussy, and hold onto her hips. I piston in and out of her, gasping for air.
“I love fucking your little pussy,” I grunt, moving my hand to rub her pussy.
“Ace, faster,” Karla yells.
I grab her hair, twisting it in my hand. I pull back her head and kiss her deeply, with the wild hunger that I feel. I rub her swollen flesh, feeling her inner walls clasp my cock tight.
“That’s it, Angel, grab my cock, and milk it.”
I feel her body tense, and pussy clutches my cock, and she falls off the edge, yelling.
“Ace!”
I fall over the edge with her, spurting my seed deep inside her.
I hold her for a while until I regain some strength, and fall over onto my back. I pull her with me, hugging her close.
Karla rolls onto my chest and rests her face on her arms. She looks at me, flushed and happy. She moves her hand and traces my lips, smiling.
“Ace, I’m pregnant,” Karla says, looking at me.
I stare at her, my stomach tightens, and my heart stops. Then my heart starts pounding fast, and I feel like I’m going to have an attack. But that’s not true, it stops beating so fast, it's incredible, love spreads through my chest.
“Are you sure?”
“I thought I was coming down with the Flu out in Vegas,” Karla says, smiling. “I took a pregnancy test.”
Karla grabs something from under the pillow and opens her little hand. It’s a plastic stick with two pink lines. My gut tightens, and my chest constricts. The emotions threaten to choke me. I blink because I feel like crying. But I’m a Satan Warrior, I can’t cry.
“Yes, I’m pregnant,” She says, smiling.
“Fuck! That’s incredible! I can’t wait to meet the baby,” I say, pulling her close.
I grab her chin and move her face up.
“I love you, Karla, and you make me so happy.”
“I love you, Ace!”