Chapter 9 #2
Anvil sits up taller and explains, “I have three guys who were with me on my last deployment that can’t go back to war.
There were many nights while on watch or moving across the desert that I would tell them about home and the brotherhood we share.
They’re lost and looking for a place to settle now that Uncle Sam no longer wants the animals they created.
It would mean a lot to me and them to bring them on as prospects.
I want to give them the brotherhood they’re missing and something to keep them busy. ”
“Are you willing to sponsor them?” Token asks him.
“I am,” he nods.
“Let’s bring it to a vote,” Raider calls. “Everyone in agreement to bring the three men on as prospects for the club say aye.”
There’s a round of ayes. He looks around at us and asks, “Any nays or concerns?” No one says anything.
“Anvil, reach out to them and have them come to the clubhouse first thing tomorrow. We’ll welcome them and go over what they need to know and our expectations.”
Anvil acknowledges his words with a nod before leaning back in his chair.
“Perfect, now that we have three new prospects, I think it’s time we promote our man Twitch to full brother.
He’s been here and done everything that has been asked without a question or complaint.
Do we have a unanimous vote to bring him in as a brother?
” Raider looks around the room, making eye contact with us, getting nods and ayes from everyone.
“Well then, we’ll let him know when we let our new bitches know they made the cut,” Raider smirks.
There is a round of cheers from everyone. This is exactly what we all need right now to see the club grow and prosper. Leaning back in my chair, I watch as everyone settles down.
“Now for the shit that no one wants to talk about or deal with. Hermes has some shocking information thanks to Blitz’s woman.
We were finally able to crack Relic's cloud account. We also need to come up with a plan to deal with the Knights once and for all,” Raider growls, the frustration of what's been going on finally taking hold.
“I’ll start by placing some photos on the TV,” Hermes finally speaks up.
The massive TV behind Raider’s head lights up with several pictures on it.
The first is of a Georgia senator and his right-hand man standing beside each other.
Next to it is pictures of three dead women with the same tie wrapped around their throats that the Senator is wearing.
He flips to the next set, which shows Relic, NOS, and the senator's right-hand man together.
As the pictures go on, there are CEOs, CFOs, senators, judges, cops, and unknowns, all in compromising situations.
The last thing he puts up are spreadsheets with name after name, what they paid, their preferences, and other information.
“Holy shit,” I whisper, placing my elbows on the table and covering my mouth.
“That is an understatement, brother,” Rhino replies.
“What’s the plan for all this information? Are we just going to let them get away with all the horrific shit they’ve been doing?” Pope asks the questions we can’t yet voice.
“Senator is mine,” Remedy snaps. His fist is balled so tight you can see the white of his knuckles.
“Once we get the Knights delt with, we will start taking care of these men one at a time.
There are several that we will hand over to the Italians as a show of friendliness.
Those men are people with whom they work closely.
The Italians won't like their penchant for being sick bastards,” Terro tells us.
I cannot believe what Relic, Shea, and the Knights were up to. It’s worse than any of us could’ve ever imagined. Rocking back in my chair, my head is spinning because that means whatever Charlie and Nova have been through, we haven’t even begun to know or understand.
“Blitz, do you have thoughts on how you would like to handle them?” Raider calls.
“The only thing I have is a reminder to everyone about what Charlie told us. They’re like roaches, so taking them in one swoop isn’t going to be easy. What if we invite them to a meeting and hit their clubhouse at the same time?” I say thoughtfully.
“Do you really believe that they would fall for that?” Anvil rubs his chin thoughtfully.
“Unless a few of them have gotten sober, then yes, I do. If we make the meeting happen on neutral territory, I think it’ll work.” I state flatly.
“They won't answer any communication from us. How do you expect us to set up a meeting?” Terro’s question is valid.
“Anyone have any ideas?” Hermes questioned.
“Charlie,” Token throws out.
I surge to my feet, ready for war. “Absolutely fucking not. My Sparrow will not be put in that kind of situation. Not when she’s fought so goddamn hard to get better and break free of those jackasses.”
“Okay, then what is another choice?” Raider’s arms are crossed over his chest.
“Give me a couple of days. I’ll figure something out,” I tell them.
“Forty-eight hours. If you haven’t come up with another idea by then, we'll work on a way to use Charlie,” Raider concedes.
“Deal,” I agree.
After that, Raider dismisses everyone, and I go directly to find Charlie.
I need space and time to think. We can’t go for a bike ride, but I know something that we both love to do that will clear our heads.
The bar is empty, so I check the kitchen, her room, and even mine before going out back to the patio.
I stop mid-step when I see her lying on a lounger in a very small bikini.
I march over to her quickly, causing my shadow to fall over her.
My cheeky little Sparrow doesn’t move or acknowledge that she knows I’m standing there except for the very tiny upturn of her lips.
I squat down beside her, wanting to see how long she’s willing to play the game.
Reaching out, I run the tips of my fingers across her belly, just above her bikini bottoms. Her stomach constricts under my fingers, but other than that, she doesn’t move.
With my other hand I reach over, running a finger over the seam of her top, dipping just under the edge and grazing her nipple.
To my complete shock, the only movement is the quivering of her stomach as I continue to run my fingers back and forth.
Leaning forward, I place a kiss first on her thigh, then I kiss a trail along the path my fingers had taken.
Like always, she surprises me by running her hand into my hair at the base of my skull and fisting it. I stop my trail of kisses and tilt my head to look up at her face.
“If you want my attention, you're supposed to use your words,” she whispers.
Moving so I’m hovering over her with both hands placed on either side of her chair, I say, “When I came searching for you, I was going to offer to go on a run with you. Now, seeing you wearing nothing but strings, fucking you seems like a much better idea.”
Charlie smiles wide at me before wrapping her arms around my neck. “I really do like both of those ideas. You have me wondering if you’d be able to keep up if we went running.”
“Oh, sweet, sweet Sparrow, not only will I keep up with you, but when we’re done, I’ll fuck you until you're too tired to move.” I hum as she runs her hand up my inner thigh, then cups my cock through my jeans.
“How about we fuck and then run?” She mewls, squeezing my cock at the same time she nips my bottom lip.
I scoop her up, carrying her through the clubhouse, ignoring all the whooping and hollering of the brothers still in the great room.
We make it down the hallway and to my door, and I type the lock code into the keypad.
As soon as the door opens, I step through, slamming it behind me.
I let her go, allowing her to slide down my body.
Running my hand down her back, I cup her ass, using my hold to pick her up and turn us, pinning her to the door.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me tight to her hot heat.
“Fuck, you're so goddamn beautiful,” I mumble repeatedly as I kiss up and down her neck.
“I need you, Blitz.” She moans, laying her head back on the door.
“I know, baby,” I answer her, reaching between us and unzipping my jeans and pulling my cock free.
Hooking my fingers into her bottoms, I just push them to the side, swiping a finger through her folds.
“Fucking hell, Sparrow, you're so goddamn wet,” I nip her neck before kissing away the sting.
Her hips jerk forward. “Only for you, Blitz. I’m only ever this wet for you.”
“Damn straight. It’s all mine and for me,” I echo back at her, lining my cock up with her pussy.
She uses her legs to pull me into her. I slid into her to the hilt with one swift movement, trying to give her time to stretch to accommodate my size. She rotates her hips, trying to ease the building orgasm. Shifting my hips to pin hers to the door, I hold her still.
“Blitz, I need you to move,” Charlie whimpers.
“Well, sense you used your words,” I whisper before sealing our mouths together.
Cupping her ass, I spin us around, laying her out on the bed.
At this angle, her hips are tilted up, but her shoulders are flat on the bed.
Gripping her hips, I slam into her hot pussy with a punishing rhythm, watching as her titts bounce in her bikini top.
She fists the sheets under her as her orgasm gets closer and closer.
“Pull your top up. I want to see those perfect nipples bounce every time I slide into my hot little pussy,” I demand.
Her eyes widen before lighting with lust. She does as I instructed, reaching up and pulling the little squares of her top up, freeing her breasts.
To my complete surprise, she reaches up and cups her titts before squeezing her nipples.
Every time she pinches and tugs her nipples, her pussy ripples around my cock, pulling me in.
“That’s it, Sparrow, milk my cock,” I say between thrusts. When I feel the tingle at the base of my spine, I reach between us to rub tight circles over her clit.
“Just like that! Please don’t fucking stop, Blitz. I’m so fucking close,” Charlie chants.
“Now, baby, come now,” I demand while I slam into her and squeeze her clit simultaneously, and both of us shatter.
I drop down, lying over her, and brush away the damp pieces of hair stuck to the side of her face.
She gives me the sweetest smile before blinking her eyes open.
Unable to stop myself, I kiss her long and deep, exploring every inch of her mouth.
Just as we get lost in each other once more, three hard knocks burst our bubble.
Dropping my forehead to hers, I kiss her one more time before slowly pulling free from her perfect heat.
Standing, I wait for her to disappear into the bathroom before I pull the door open and snap, “What?”
“Prez needs to talk to Charlie,” Twitch deadpans.
“About what?” I cross my arms over my chest, leaning on the doorframe.
“Couldn’t tell you. He told me to find her and let her know he needed to see her, so that’s what I’m doing,” Twitch grumbles.
The door behind me opens, and my Sparrow steps out with one of my T-shirts over her bathing suit and her hair piled high on her head. She shoots a smile towards Twitch before tucking her body into my side.
“Do I have time to change?” she questions him.
“I don’t know. Like I told your man here, he said he wanted to see you,” he answers her before spinning on his heels and walking away.
“Well, it looks like our run is going to have to wait a bit.” She tilts her head back, looking up at me.
Running my hand down her back, I cup her ass and pull her tight against my body. “Fine, but we will go for that run.”
“Yes, we will. I’ve got to prove I can outrun your ass,” she says cheekily.
“Get dressed. I don’t want to pluck everyone's eyes out for seeing you like this,” I growl, pointing her toward the closet where her clothes have slowly migrated.