13. Blackout
13
BLACKOUT
“Where the fuck is Dragon?” I whisper to Skyhigh. “He was the one that pulled this information out of the guys we captured.”
Hellfire’s leaning against the altar, thumb hooked in his belt with the grip of his piece visible. “We’ve taken everything they’ve thrown at us so far and Chafik is still happy. Someone’s clearly pissed at one or both of us and trying to fuck up our partnership. It wouldn’t surprise me if the assholes from last night were connected. Good job so far, boys, but we can’t relax until we know who the fuck has a problem and make sure they’re no longer an issue.”
Skyhigh shrugs. “He brought Willow home last night and I haven’t heard from him since.”
The church is packed, every seat taken and brothers lining the walls. Only members allowed during Church, and not a woman in sight. Even Bonnie knows to keep out, though I honestly don't think anyone would fucking dare to tell her no if she wanted to be here. The back door creaks open, and a moment later Dragon slips in next to us where we’re standing. Hellfire gives Dragon a glare, but doesn’t stop to make an example out of him.
I'm itching for Church to be over so we can find out what the fuck was so important.
“I’ve got a meeting with Chafik soon and will find out if he knows anything. In the meantime, be on your fucking guard but get out there and stay visible. This is our fucking city. Don’t let anyone forget it. Stick together and keep an eye on your women, your family, and more than anything, on the brothers you've sworn to protect with your goddamn lives. We’ve already had some blood spilled and I don’t want to add more names to the wall. You fuckers got that? It goes for all of you. Even Dragon, who thinks he's too fucking important to be here.”
The crowd laughs, but Dragon just rolls his eyes.
Hellfire stands. “I'm sure he's got a good fucking reason. Pussy or something. Alright. We're doubling patrols. Ghost, Savage and Skyhigh know the assignments. Stay safe out there.”
After the meeting, me and Skyhigh corner Dragon. “What the fuck, man. Did you get lost between here and Willow’s place? Or between her bed and the door?” I grin wide at him. Dragon can take himself way too fucking seriously, so I always enjoy needling him when I get the chance. He's not the kinda guy you can put on the defensive often.
“Fuck off. She was freaked out after last night. I slept on the fucking couch because she didn’t want to be in the house on her own. I made her breakfast and we were eating when the Church rolled in.”
“Seriously? Whole night there and you didn't do a fucking thing?” Skyhigh sounds disappointed.
“Didn’t feel right.” He shakes his head, then lets out a soft chuckle. “Should've fucking seen her this morning, though. She forgot I was in the house and ran downstairs in nothing but a shirt when she heard me moving around. Solid fucking body, and so damn sweet it makes me wonder if she tastes like syrup.”
I grin and flick my tongue, mimicking oral. “I’d be more than happy to find out.”
Skyhigh laughs. “Get in line. We gotta play this smart, though. She’s not just some random chick at a party looking to get her freak on. She lives right on our doorstep and I don’t want Hellfire pissed because we’re causing drama. I’m having a good time playing teacher, but no way a girl like her is out for anything long term with fuckers like us.”
“True, but I’ve got no problem with helping her expand her horizons,” I agree. “So long as you guys aren’t putting down a claim. You’ve both spent more time with her than I have.” And for all I fucking know she’s not even interested. I’m not a fucking troll, but I’ve taken a few too many hits to the face to be anyone’s idea of pretty.
Skyhigh shakes his head. “If she wants a little inspiration for her fuck books, I’ve got no problem showing her the ropes together.”
“That’s my job.” It’s no secret that I fucking love playing control games. Tying someone up and making them feel shit they’ve never even known they could get off to? Perfection. The picture of her bound and helpless on the bed between us already has me getting hard.
Dragon looks back and forth between us. “Only us. She’s so fucking trusting of everyone but herself it scares me.”
“Deal,” I agree, not even having to think about it.
“Of course.” Skyhigh nods. “But I want to keep her away from the club for now. There’s shit in the air and I don’t want her to get caught in the crossfire again.”
“Yeah,” Dragon agrees. “Good call. She?—”
“Get your ass over here, lizard!” Ghost yells from the other end of the church. “You’re with me today and we got places to do and people to fuck up!”
“Stuff it, Casper. I’m on my way!” Dragon shouts back. “Asshole,” he adds in a grumble without much heat behind it.
Skyhigh shakes his head with a grin as Dragon jogs over to the VP. “He’s getting attached and he doesn’t even know it.”
“To Ghost?”
“No, to Willow, jackass. He made her breakfast. ” He checks the time on his phone. “I’ve got to go make sure the groups are set for patrol today. See you on gate duty tonight?”
“Yeah.” I go back to my quarters and stare at the folder on the table.
Everything I know about myself is sitting in a neat little pile and there’s not much to see. I’m an empty fucking shell with nothing to offer but my fists and my loyalty. Who was I supposed to be? Does it even fucking matter if I’m too chickenshit to even try?
Fuck!
Up until about a year ago, I'd been fine with leaving my past dead and buried, but when the club was hired to take out an arms dealer, we ended up rescuing a young woman named Jessica who’d been held hostage for most of her life. She was convinced her parents were dead and nobody even remembered she existed. That turned out to be a lie, and now she’s rebuilding her life with the help of her mother and three of my brothers here in the club.
Is there someone out there who wonders what happened to me?
Who knows who the fuck I am?