4. Priest
I knew her li’l slick ass would try some sneaky shit. She was just like her daddy, couldn’t be trusted to save her fucking life. No sooner than Miss Daisy returned downstairs and told me the shit she said, I stepped out onto the patio.
I knew that she would have a fit, but when Miss Daisy said she’d locked her in the room like I told her to and she started beating on the door, I knew it wouldn’t be too long before she spotted the window.
“Let me go!” she shouted.
I threw her over my back and carried her to the side of the clubhouse where my bike, Crucifix, waited. I slid her off my back and onto her feet when we arrived at Crucifix.
“What part of Daddy Warbucks fucked up don’t you get?”
“Again, I have nothing to do with my father’s crimes. What did he do to you that was so bad, anyway? Stole a couple of guns?”
“Baby girl, if you knew half the shit your daddy was into, you wouldn’t want to go back.”
I could tell by the look in her eyes she knew that I told the truth.
“Get on,” I demanded and shoved a helmet at her.
She gripped it and stared back at me wide-eyed.
“You’re rude as hell,” she replied.
I leaned closer to her and warned, “Watch that pretty little mouth. If you keep letting nasty shit come from it, I’m gonna have to shoot some sweet shit in it.”
I smirked when her eyes dropped down to rest on my dick.
“Exactly,” I replied. “Now get on the damn bike.”
September glared at me and then looked at the bike.
“What if I don’t want to go with you?”
“Either you can climb on the bike, or I can throw your ass up there sideways.”
“Okay. Stay here or go with Priest… Stay here or go with him.” September mumbled as she placed the helmet on her head.
“You ain’t got no gahdamn choice, Mary.”
She paused and mugged me. Those big brown eyes peered innocently at me from underneath the helmet, and her puckered lips were perfectly positioned to suck my dick. I wanted to fuck her throat raw and purge her of every ounce of innocence.
“Mary? My name is September.”
“Mary.”
“Don’t call me that again.”
“For someone who’s been kidnapped, you got some big ass balls.”
“I just don’t want you calling me someone else’s name. Who was she? An ex? If she was smart, she probably ran like hell to get away from you,” she replied sarcastically.
I stepped closer and adjusted her chin straps before I ran my finger over her bottom lip.
“I call you that because you act so innocent, just like the virgin Mary.”
September rolled her eyes, turned away from me, and climbed onto my bike, but not before I smacked her ass. “You don’t get to do that,” she disputed with a mug firmly in place on that gorgeous face.
“Oh, sweetheart, I get to do whatever the fuck I want to that sexy ass body of yours for the next thirty days. I bought it from your daddy for half a million dollars.”
She was pissed at me, and I didn’t give a damn. Women like her didn’t have any good intentions in them, and I had none for her. I smiled and winked at her before I climbed onto the bike.
I started my engine and flicked on my system. When I found something that I thought she might like, I turned to wink at September as Cardi B, Bad Bunny, and J Balvin’s “I Like It” flowed from the speakers.
She rolled her eyes, and I revved the engine before I pulled out. My straight pipes drowned the music that poured from the clubhouse. I didn’t know if it was from fear or because she liked the closeness of our bodies, but her uptight, bougie ass wrapped her arms around me tightly. I wanted to tell her to ease up, but my dick loved the way her body felt pressed into mine.
Thick, firm thighs pressed against mine and brought a welcomed heat. I couldn’t help but reach down and grip one of her soft, silky thighs and squeeze. September stiffened against me, but that was all right with me. Shit, it only made her titties press harder against my back.
“Where are we going?” she shouted when I stopped at a traffic light.
“For a ride,” I called back over the system.
I wasn’t the type of nigga you had to tell too many times that your ass couldn’t be trusted. The benefit of the doubt and all that shit had burned me one too many times. Trust wasn’t in my vocabulary. The only muthafuckas I trusted were my MC brothers. And I damn sure didn’t trust the sweet butts—Delite was a prime example. Them skanks could only be trusted to give good head, ride a nigga’s dick, and give me pussy when I needed it.
I didn’t even trust some of the brothers’ old ladies because their asses would sell a nigga down the river if something better came along. I’d seen too many of ’em sneaking out of a room with one of their old men’s brothers. That shit always got my men in deep shit with me because the last thing I needed was for them to be fighting over pussy. There was too much out there, and if you wanted to be a simp and try to believe you could turn a whore into a housewife, then that was on you, but don’t fuck up my organization when the bitch fucked you over.
My brothers knew I didn’t play that shit either. Our bond was too tight to ever let pussy get in the way of the work we had to do.
“But where?” she called back.
I ignored her, revved my engine again, and turned up the volume on the system. I didn’t want to hear her whining or asking too many questions. The only people who knew where we were headed were my VP, Sunny, and Jagged.
I had been to Christopher Morgan’s home on a few other occasions. His beautiful daughter hadn’t been there, but I had seen photos of her, and I had seen her in passing when I visited him.
I had wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped up in her luscious thighs and digging into her pussy. The first time Morgan had caught me staring at her photo, he explained that she was already set up in an arranged marriage with his business partner, Daniel Usher.
Morgan inherited a logistics company that specialized in ground transport from his father and began running drugs through the company. He had made an agreement with Daniel Usher, the owner of Usher Logistics, a company that specialized in air transportation.
Both men hoped that by working together, they could expand their reach and branch off into maritime transport also.
September was Morgan’s bargaining tool because word on the streets was that Daniel Usher’s old ass had fallen in love with her the minute he saw her at the tender age of sixteen. I knew that men like him could only harm a woman like September.
But I didn’t give a shit. I was only using September for one purpose. I wanted to fuck Morgan over the same way he had fucked my MC over and the same way he had once fucked someone else up who meant a lot to me. I had been plotting this shit for some time, and now that I had my opening, I wouldn’t look back. Christopher Morgan would pay dearly with his life, but he would suffer first.
When we pulled up to the secured gates twenty minutes later, I entered the passcode and waited for the gates to open and then pulled up the steep mountain. Large pine and poplar trees surrounded us on both sides of the long road that led further up the mountain. By the time we came out of the woods, the creamy sweetness and citrus scent of the magnolia trees welcomed us.
“What’s this?” she asked after I stopped the engine.
She slowly climbed off and removed the helmet. I watched her as she stared up at my two-story log cabin.
“A retreat,” I stated.
“What sort of retreat?”
She rubbed her arms and looked all around when my dogs barked in the distance.
“Where are the dogs?”
“Right now, they’re in the back, but they will be patrolling the grounds in a minute, and they won’t be put away. Not for thirty days,” I explained with a wink.
Her eyes widened. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Welcome to Eden. This is your home for the next thirty days, September.”
“As in the garden of Eden?”
I nodded.
“Who do you think you are?” She shrieked. “You come in, snatch me from my home, carry me away to a motorcycle club, and lock me away. Then, when I decide that I don’t want that for myself, you whisk me off on your bike and take me to a place in the middle of nowhere! And you call this Eden? There’s nothing godlike about any of this except for your god complex. You’re a narcissist, Priest. Fuck you!”
Shrugging, I replied, “I’ve been called worse. You want to run away, daddy’s girl? Try running away in these woods.”
September glared at me.
“Let me see you do it,” I dared and crossed my arms over my midsection.
“Why? So you can set your dogs on me?” she asked angrily.
“No, sweetheart. If you really want to go, then go. If you make it out, then I won’t chase you.”
She looked at me and then back at the way that we came. I knew that she believed she could remember the way out and back to town, so I turned and headed toward the cabin.
“I think leaving here is better than the alternative of going in there and becoming your whore for a month.”
“Promise you’ll love every minute of riding this dick.”
“I’ll pass. You can keep all the diseases you and your skanks share to yourself.”
My jaw clenched in anger.
“I ain’t never been in no bitch’s pussy raw. And I’m not ’bout to start now.”
“As reassuring as that sounds, I think I’ll take my chances out there.”
I laughed. “Go ahead, princess.”
“You think I’m some spoiled princess who can’t survive being in the woods?” she asked.
I ignored her and continued to the cabin. One glance over my shoulder after I made it to the door confirmed that she had made a run for it. I chuckled and threw off my gear before I grabbed a beer from my refrigerator, settled onto the living room couch, and flicked the monitors on so they displayed on my large TV screen.
She was gutsy, I had to give her that, and she was determined to defy me. Something about that spoke to my base nature. Her defiance made me want to fuck her into submission.
I watched her until I grew bored when, two hours later, she sat on a large rock and screamed to the heavens. The more she acted out, the more I was turned on, and that shit didn’t make sense. Maybe it had to do with the sweet butts. Those bitches would spread their legs at the drop of a dime. I could bend them over my bike or pool table in front of the whole MC, and they wouldn’t complain. Hell, they would drop down and suck my dick while I was shooting a game of pool. And it didn’t stop with me. They were like that with all the brothers.
September was something different. She was a fucking challenge, and I didn’t run into those in my world. I didn’t have time to fuck with her because there was too much other business to handle. I pushed up off the couch and headed outside for my bike.
September wasn’t even worth the time I was wasting on her. Her presence would throw me off my game and make me weak. She was a link to my revenge, though. And truthfully, I believed in an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Why not a daughter for a daughter?
Yeah, she wouldn’t last thirty days. Her days on the earth were numbered, as were Christopher Morgan’s.