Chapter 28 Warren
Warren
Long silky legs wrap around me as I pick Amber up from the bed and push her against the wall.
I pound into her with angry thrusts, desperately needing to vent the frustration of feeling like a failure.
I’ve been riding all over the city for the last couple of days and haven’t seen a single Hog fuck.
Moving from the wall to the dresser, her crap falls to the floor.
I hold onto her ass as she digs her heels into the back of my thighs.
“Harder, Warn,” she demands.
“If I fuck you any harder, I’m gonna break you,” I huff.
I would have thought by now that she would have known that I fuck her for my pleasure. If I’m honest, I couldn’t give a shit about hers.
“Break me then,” she goads.
Spinning us around, I land on the bed and wait the few seconds it takes her to adjust herself on top of me.
“You want it harder, take it,” I instruct.
I have no idea where she gets her energy from, but she slams down on me so hard I have to hold onto her hips to make sure she doesn’t do any damage. I guide her hips, rocking back and forth. Her cries could wake the fucking dead.
Closing my eyes, I imagine Amber is Phoebe. I was so close to getting her in my bed and then Ford returned, and it all went to shit. Phoebe is the hottest chick I’ve ever seen and the thought of her has me filling the condom. Amber circles her clit continuing riding me and trembles as she climaxes.
“I thought you were gonna break me at one point.”
Her laughter fills the room, and she crashes beside me, collecting her breath. I rest one arm under my head and grab my smokes from the nightstand. I light up, inhaling deeply. I hold it in my lungs until it starts to burn. Exhaling up toward the ceiling, it fills the room.
“How about I stop by your club this week?”
Frowning, I ask, “Why the fuck would you do that?”
“So I can see where you live,” she says as if I’m stupid.
“That’s not happening.” Rolling onto my side, I drop the cigarette into one of the beer bottles. I get up and get dressed once I’ve cleaned up in the bathroom.
She sits up, holding the sheets up over breasts. “Don’t go yet.”
“Got to. Got shit to do.”
“When will I see you again?”
“Depends when I’m next around. I’ll text ya.”
I get my ass out of there and unintentionally slam the door on my way out. I hold my breath in the stairwell until my boots hit the sidewalk. The stench of piss and poverty is overwhelming.
I continue my search for the Hades hogs. I cruise around the city, needing a little luck. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I dig it out and see Max calling. I pull over and kill the engine.
“How’s the run going?”
“Fine. Why is Amber burning up my phone, crying about you fucking and ducking?”
“Because I fucked her and got out of there, she started talking about coming around the club. Why she called you, I have no idea.”
“Maybe cause she’s in love with you, brother. If you’re not gonna make her your old lady, maybe you should stop seeing her.”
I snort. “As if I’m gonna listen to you when it comes women. You’re as bad as me.”
He laughs, then says, “Touché. The next time you’re fucking her, delete my number from her phone.”
“Sure.”
“What are you up to?” he asks.
“What do you think? I’m out looking for Hogs.”
“No luck?”
“Not a fuckin’ peep. I’ll give it another hour then I’ll head back to the club. The streets are quiet tonight.”
“I’ll check in tomorrow.”
“Sure, speak then.”
Putting my phone away, I do as I told him and carry on the search. I coast through the south side, riding up and down streets where I know bars and dives to be. Still nothing.
I ride back to the club and park up out front.
I don’t have the energy to open and close the gates.
I notice a car parked farther up the street, but no one is inside.
Something in my gut tells me something is wrong when I find the clubhouse door unlocked.
Either the prospect is distracted by this new girl and kid King told me about or we have an intruder.
Taking out my gun, I release the safety and use it to push open the door.
Blood and shit loads of the stuff is puddled and smeared across the bar floor.
The Mayor’s daughter is extremely dead, her lifeless body lying on the floor.
Lifting my eyes, King is pacing with his hands clinging to his hair.
What startles me is Victoria sat on the floor, her knees tucked up to her chin.
A fresh bruise under her eye and blood smeared over her face.
“What the fuck went on here?”
I was only gone for a few hours.