8. Priest
MONDAY (1 ⒈／⒉ WEEKS AFTER ABDUCTION)
“How long are we talking about?” Lyon, one of my men, asked.
“Roughly a week,” I replied before I popped a grape Jolly Rancher into my mouth.
“Do you think that we might give him too much time to plan a counterattack?” Moon asked.
“Nah. I know how Morgan thinks. So much time has passed by, he’ll think that I’m getting comfortable and have relaxed my guard. That’s what I want, so the element of surprise will be on our side. Knuckles, have you and Road Rage been on his tail?”
“He’s never uncovered for a second, Prez. He eats; we know about it. He fucks; we know about it. He takes a shit; we know about it. I’ve got three prospects on him now.”
I glanced away from Knuckles to Geek, a skinny little kid who was barely twenty-two, but he had a brain the size of Texas. He was a skilled hacker and had graduated from college with a degree in computer science. He’d passed up several job offers as an information security analyst to come and work for the MC. They weren’t willing to pay him what we were, and he had an issue with corporate America, thanks to his mom being fired from her job, losing their home and car, and having to spend a few years in and out of homeless shelters. That was where I’d found him and her when he was sixteen. He is protective as hell over his mom, but that night, some men tried to assault them both.
My crew happened to be passing by and brought that shit to a halt. I believed in a lot of shit, but assaulting women and kids wasn’t on that list. I had hooked them up that night with Shenelle “Black Rose” Mitchum, the MC’s attorney. She’d hired the boy’s mother, Stephanie, to work for her, and we had put him to work in the MC. We’d paid for his college education, and he’d repaid our loyalty by coming to work for the MC when he graduated.
“All right. We’ll announce the date and time later but be prepared. We might roll out at any minute,” I explained to my men.
I switched the Jolly Rancher to the other side of my mouth, placed my fists side by side, and then snatched them apart like I was breaking a chain to signal that “Church” had ended. Our weekly church meetings were held to keep the men updated on what was going on in the MC, get an update on the MC’s businesses, and discuss any upcoming “projects” we had.
We owned two strip clubs, a bar, a restaurant, a car wash, a chop shop, a gun range, a tattoo shop, and a couple of motorcycle dealerships. Those were the legal businesses. The illegal ones included illegal arms dealing, drug dealing, and underground casinos. Our projects had everything to do with keeping shit in order for those three businesses, including terminating anyone who got in our way. We used the money from those businesses to help those less fortunate, mostly the homeless and runaways.
Then there was my pet project, the one where I un-alived bastards who threatened the safety of young homeless teens and runaways. I didn’t play that shit.
“Priest.”
I turned to see Sunny head in my direction as everyone else broke out.
Irritation flowed through me because I wanted to get back to Ember. After the way she’d sucked my dick last night, I couldn’t think of anything else. I hadn’t wanted to leave her today and go to the clubhouse to hold “church,” but I’d slacked off enough lately.
“Wassup?”
“This deal with the Morgan kid. Are you sure that your obsession with taking Morgan out doesn’t have anything to do with?—”
The way I mugged that nigga so hard instantly shut him up. Sunny lifted his hands in the air and apologized. “My bad, man. I meant no harm. Just want to make sure that this ain’t so personal that it’s compromising your judgment.”
I took three steps to Sunny and turned my mug up harder.
“You questioning my fucking judgment, Sunny?” I asked after I’d spit my candy out into the wrapper.
“Nah, that ain’t what I’m doing. Just wanna make sure you good.”
“I fucking took this biker crew from the ragtag crew that Soul built twenty years ago when we were just scrawny teens eating out of trash cans and playing stickup kid to make it through the day, and I built a fucking empire. Don’t you ever question my judgment. I haven’t done and won’t ever do anything to jeopardize my men or these businesses. Y’all my family, Sunny. All I muthafuckin got. You feel me?”
“Yeah, Priest. Fuck. You ain’t been like this since?—”
Another mug from me shut his ass up again.
“All right, Priest. I’ma be out now.”
“Yeah, you do that,” I replied in a threatening tone.
Sunny was my boy, and he had been, since we’d met fifteen years ago on the streets at fifteen years old. But I wouldn’t tolerate him or anyone else questioning my judgment.
I headed into the den, the main area of the club house.
“Hey, Priest,” Cheekz called.
I turned and experienced a sinking sensation inside of me. That shit was new. I was usually indifferent where the sweet butts were concerned, but I’d always been partial where Cheekz was concerned.
“Wassup,” I answered. I stopped and turned toward her.
She walked up to me and looped her arms around my neck, and I rested my hands at her waist.
“You haven’t been here in a minute.”
“I’ve been home. Been busy.”
“With that bitch you took?” she asked. “Ain’t that the same ho that was at the tattoo shop that day?”
“Jealousy ain’t a good look on you, Cheekz. I’m no one’s property.”
“Yeah, but I gotta be yours.”
“You got a problem with that?”
“You want me to sit around waiting for you, and you haven’t stayed overnight at the club in over a week. Ever since that?—”
Cheekz stopped speaking when my hands gripped her waist tightly, and my eyes darkened.
“Watch what the fuck comes out of your mouth.”
“You’re defending her to me?” she asked in disbelief.
“You don’t even know that girl. Besides, I don’t let nobody talk shit about you either, Cheekz.”
“I’m your ride or die.”
“You’re my ho. You were good with being that. If that’s a problem for you now, let me know.”
“No, Priest. But why are you so serious and sensitive all of a sudden?”
“Listen, I got shit I gotta attend to. I need to go,” I announced as I released her and pulled her arms from around my neck.
She squinted her eyes. “Are you coming back?”
Shrugging, I answered, “Probably not.”
Even as I walked out of the building, I forgot about Cheekz’s concern. I hopped on my bike, and Sunny’s words rang in my ears. Had I allowed the situation to compromise my judgment? Fuck no.
It was personal, and it had become more so since I had Morgan’s daughter in my house. Ember was all in my personal space, and it was hard not to think about her at all times of the day or night. It was hard to get her scent and the taste of her out of my mind. My dick ached as I took the curves of the road on my bike and became one with them.
I wanted to get inside of that sweet, hot pussy and see how she felt. I wondered if those tight sugar walls would clench around my dick the way they’d gripped my fingers.
The challenge of treating her like the hos I fucked at the club was hard. She wasn’t one of them, and no matter how much I tried to convince myself that she was no different than them, something inside called “bullshit.” No matter how much I said differently, there was an innocence about her that I wanted for myself.
It would be so easy to fuck her whenever and however I wanted to. I was surrounded by pussy at the club, and when I brought her to the cabin, I figured I’d do the same with her—fuck her whenever I wanted to bust one. But she was different. She was a challenge. And I liked that shit.
That feisty, fiery instinct that she had to fight back, her efforts to run away, and her seductive plan to break down my walls intrigued me. I knew there was so much more there to explore, and I wanted to find out everything there was to know about her.
The crazy part was it wasn’t the shit that I could find out on the internet or from Excavator that I wanted to know. It was the intimate shit that I wanted to know about her. The shit that couldn’t nobody but her ass could tell me about her. Like where was her favorite spot to be kissed, what made her beg for the dick, how did she feel on my dick at three in the morning, what was her favorite position to fuck, and the last one had me fucked up… what made her smile and laugh.
Why the hell I wanted to know that shit, I didn’t know. All the sex shit I didn’t usually give a damn about. My only concern was chasing and busting that nut. I damn sho didn’t give a fuck whether a bitch smiled or laughed. She just needed to hum on my dick.
I couldn’t put my bike away fast enough or feed the dogs quickly enough when I returned to the cabin. All I could think about was going to her room and releasing her from that damn chain. Whenever I was home, I gave her freedom to roam, except for the kitchen. She wasn’t about to get her hands on any knives and fuck me up in my shit.
I knew that she was biding her time until she was free, but I wasn’t looking forward to that shit. I wasn’t looking forward to the silence of my cabin again.
When I walked into the cabin, I decided to shower and change clothes first before going to check on her.
As much as I wanted to fuck September, I needed to exert control around her. I knew if I didn’t, her little ass would have me wildin’, and I didn’t have time for that shit. The water beat all around me as I stepped under the main showerhead out of the five in my shower. I closed my eyes and grabbed my dick.
Flashes of September on her knees with her mouth wrapped around me filled my mind. I tugged on my erection as I recalled how warm her mouth had been and how she’d looked up at me with those doe-shaped eyes filled with seduction.
I recalled how her plump lips puckered around me and her jaws caved in. She had sucked me so damn good once she became acclimated to my size. There was no way in fuck that she was innocent and pure. But I was willing to bet that Morgan had claimed she was just as pure as the first snowfall of the season when he’d agreed to let Daniel Usher marry her. No way a woman could be that innocent and suck a dick the way she had. Shit, her mouth and tongue-action was more powerful than Delite’s was, and she was like that video vixen chick, Superhead.
My hand slid up and down my length, contracting and relaxing. I tugged a few more times; I was almost there. My hips bucked forward as my hand squeezed around my erection as though it was sliding through some hot pussy. I wished like fuck I had been deep in some. I should’ve fucked Cheekz before I left.
I briefly wondered if I might have September and Cheekz together. Now, that would be a fantasy worth fulfilling. Cheekz had that pussy game on lock, and September now had the head game in a tight grip.
A snort dropped from my lips because there was no way in hell September would go for that. I bit my bottom lip as a groan slipped from between them. I thought about how sweet September’s pussy tasted and the way that she’d clenched around my fingers. Now, them walls seemed to be tight as hell, but there was only one way that I would know that for sure. I had to get inside them walls. The thought of her walls squeezing around my dick made me lose control.
“Fuck.” I grumbled as my nut burst forth, spilled over my fingers, and slid onto the shower floor and down the drain.
I showered and stepped out to get dressed. My mood had soured because I was unsatisfied. I wasn’t a nigga that needed to jack off. The fact that I’d done that shit because I wanted to experience September’s tight pussy, and I’d rejected Cheekz’s wet and willing one, pissed me off.
I grabbed a towel and ran it over my head as I headed to check on September. I unlocked her door and found her lying on her back reading Plato’s The Republic .
“You hungry?” I asked.
September looked at me with drowsy, pretty brown eyes.
“Yeah,” she answered softly.
“I didn’t think it would take me that long.”
She nodded and turned her gaze back to the book.
“You wanna come out here?” I asked, jerking my thumb over my shoulder.
She sat up on the bed and set the book aside.
“Sure.”
I walked to where she stood and unchained her.
“You don’t have to keep me chained anymore, Priest. I’m not running.”
“Why is it when women open their mouths, nothing but lies spill out?”
“I’m sorry that your experience with women has left you with a misanthropic attitude that causes you to cast aspersions on my character because of how they treated you, but I’m not them.”
I scoffed, took a step back from her, and continued drying my hair.
“You think you’re excluded from that number?”
“I’ve not done anything to you, Priest.”
“First day, you tried running twice.”
“What the hell? Did you forget you kidnapped me? What sane woman wouldn’t run? If I stayed and gave in to your every whim, you would have distrusted that, too, am I right?”
“You’re right. That’s why I’m wondering why the change now?”
“I have one person in the world to trust, and that’s my best friend. You haven’t killed my ass yet, so that’s a start. I might as well make my time in captivity easy on us both.”
September followed me out of the room.
“Yeah, I guess.” I mumbled as I pulled out my phone to order pizza. There were only a few places that I ordered from. They knew that I didn’t trust people on my property, so they were careful about which delivery drivers they sent.
“You want some pizza?” I asked, scrolling through the app.
“Sure.”
“Preference?”
“I like veggie with a thin crust.”
I nodded, scrolled through the app, and checked off boxes for my order with one hand, as I dried my hair with the other hand.
“Here, let me do that for you,” September offered and stretched her hand toward me.
“Do what? Order the food?”
She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes.
“No. Because I suspect that you wouldn’t be cool with that shit anyway.”
“Nah, shorty. You’re right. I’m not about to trust you with my phone.”
“Well, I promise not to suffocate you or smother you with the towel either,” she promised and rolled her eyes.
“How do I know your ass ain’t some rich nigga ninja?” I asked.
“What?” September stared at me as if I’d lost my mind.
“Just saying, I don’t know what you’re capable of.”
“Nigga, give me that towel. If I were a ninja, my ass would’ve bounced by now. Come to think of it, you never would have caught me in the first place,” she declared and wiggled her fingers at me.
“Mm-hmm.” I muttered and handed her the towel as I took a seat in a chair.
She rubbed my hair and slowly pulled the towel through the ends of my hair as I finished placing our order.
“You’ve got beautiful hair,” she murmured absentmindedly.
“Thank you.”
“Do you ever braid it?”
“Every now and then, but it’s been a while.”
“I’ll do it.”
I turned and mugged her.
“What? I can braid.”
“I never said that you couldn’t. I’m just wondering why the fuck you’re being so nice to me.”
She blew air through her jaws and then rolled her eyes. “If you would for just one moment live in the world everyone else lives in, you wouldn’t think that everyone had ulterior motives. But then again, in the world everyone else lives in, they don’t go around kidnapping people and having to watch their back every second of the day.”
“The world that I come from, everyone has a motive. Everyone. Especially ones who’ve been kidnapped.”
She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. “Oh, so, you make this a common occurrence?” I rolled my eyes. “I don’t know, Priest. I just thought after last night that….”
“That what?” My tone was harsh and defensive.
“Maybe you didn’t hate me. Maybe you weren’t going to kill me.”
“Listen, I’ma go get the comb and brush from my room. I’ll let you braid my hair.”
“You’ll let me,” she replied sarcastically and then laughed. “Please bring some oil for your scalp if you have it.”
I nodded and headed back to my bedroom to grab the items she needed.