Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Journey
“Fuck.” I groan as my cock slips free of June’s tight heat. My heart is fucking racing. I don’t know what the hell came over me.
“I lose my fucking head around you.” I run my hands up and down her thighs, loving how she shivers under my touch.
“What do you mean?” she asks, her blue eyes searching mine.
“That’s the second time I’ve fucked you without a rubber.” I’m a bastard for taking her raw, but goddamn if the idea of her belly ripe with my baby inside it hasn’t been flashing in my mind like a neon sign.
June’s eyes widen, those plump, ruby red lips forming an O. “I’m not on birth control,” she whispers.
My cock twitches against her thigh.
That shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. The part of me that claimed her virginity last night roars with satisfaction that I could have already knocked her up. It’s fucked and I know it.
Not even twenty-four hours ago, I was dead set that she didn’t mean shit to me. But, now… There’s no denying the pull between us.
“I wouldn’t mind having a few rug rats running around,” I admit, smoothing my hands over the sexy nightie.
“What?” Her brows go up.
“You heard me.” Smirking, I latch onto the lace covered nipple in front of my face that’s been taunting me. I swirl my tongue around the hard peak.
June arches her back, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth.
“You’re crazy!” she gasps, fisting my hair in her small hands. “We can’t have a baby. We’re not even dating.”
I release the hard bud with a pop and narrow my eyes. “You want me to take you on a fucking date? Fine. But, baby, I already told you. You’re mine. End of fucking story.”
She wrinkles her nose adorably, but the look on her face says she’s thinking about it.
Doesn’t matter. There’s nothing to think about. I’ll chain her to the fucking bed if I have to. She ain’t goin’ nowhere.
Tightening my arms around her back, I stare into her beautiful eyes. God, I wish I had time to fuck her again to remind her who she belongs to.
“Fuck.” Sighing, I let my arms fall away. That’ll have to wait until later. I have shit to do after the clusterfuck on the way back from Deziree’s.
“Hop up, baby.” I pat her bottom.
June slides off my lap, standing on shaky legs between my knees.
“Damn, baby.” I tug at the red lacy fabric still wedged against her thigh and get a front row seat at my cum dripping from her pussy.
“That’s hot.” I catch the milky droplet on my thumb and push it back inside her.
“Journey,” she gasps.
I force my gaze away from the honey hole. “Sorry, baby. I have to go to church.”
Her face changes immediately. Gone is the bliss of having my hands on her body, and in its place is the fear I saw in her eyes when I pulled her out of that SUV.
“Hey. No.” I climb to my feet and wrap my arms around her. “I meant what I said. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
She shifts her head up and down against my chest. “I believe you.”
“I won’t be long.” Dropping a kiss on top of June’s head, I leave her with the women and stroll down the hallway to church.
Tacoma bangs the gavel, calling the meeting to order once everyone has filtered in and taken their seats. “Well,” he sighs. “We’ve finally had some luck.”
My brows go up. We could use some fucking luck on our side.
“Cyber hacked into Odin’s CCTV and tracked the SUVs to a cabin just outside of town.”
“Russians?” Banks asks, flipping the top of the Zippo back and forth.
Cyber adjusting his ball cap. “Well… sorta. They’re funding shit, but this seems to fall on the Sinners.”
A low murmur rolls around the table. The Sinners MC has been a thorn in our side for years. In the last year, they’ve gotten into bed with the Valenciaga Cartel.
“How many?” Gator asks.
“At least six,” Cyber answers, swiping at his iPad. “Could be more inside.”
“We hit them tonight,” Tacoma growls. “Take every one of them motherfuckers out.”
Looking at him, I can see the rage he’s barely holding on to. Foxy is pregnant with their first child, and she was in the SUV with June and the other ol’ ladies when the Sinners went after them.
“Tonight?” Bane’s brow furrows. “Why the fuck aren’t we leaving now?”
“Because that’s what they’ll be expecting,” Tacoma replies. “After that chase, they’ll be on high alert. We wait till dark, and catch them with their pants down.”
I nod. That makes sense.
“We’ll take three trucks.” Tacoma turns his attention to Eagle. “Pop, you’ll drive the first with me, Bane, Gator, and Journey.” He shifts his attention to Story. “You’ll drive the second with Bash, Lobo, Bishop, and Banks. And Red will be in the third with Moby, Gamble, Tracer, and Sandman.”
“What about us?” City asks from where he’s standing by the door.
“Prospects are staying here to protect the women,” Tacoma orders.
City nods.
“However…Bax,” Tacoma turns to the prospect. “You’re coming with us. Consider this your final test.”
Bax straightens, his face serious. “I won’t let you down, Prez.”
“Let’s hope not.” Tacoma glances around the table. “Weapons check at midnight.”
We spend the next hour hashing out the logistics before Tacoma finally bangs the gavel. “That’s it, brothers. Rest up. It’s gonna be a long fuckin’ night.”
As we file out of the chapel, my mind is conjuring up a million ways things could go sideways tonight. I have a lot to lose now. Not only does my sister depend on me, but now I’ve got June to think about. What if something happens to me? Who will look out for them?
No. Fuck that. That’s not an option. I’m coming back, and then I’m going to claim June at the table and knock her ass up.
Glancing around the common room, my eyes find June immediately, sitting between Foxy and Stella at their table in the corner.
June head goes back, her slender throat on display as she laughs at something Foxy says.
Goddamn, if she ain’t the hottest little bitch I’ve ever seen.
Feeling me starting as I approach, she looks up and the smile falls from her face.
Damn.
“What’s wrong, honey?” she asks, reaching for my hand as I stop beside her chair.
Honey.
My lips turn up. She’s so fuckin’ sweet.
I give her delicate hand a squeeze. “Nothin’ for you to worry about,” I say, bending down to drop a kiss on her mouth.
Dragging her into this life, it’s the first of many half-truths she’ll hear from me.
Club business will never be her business.
Simple as that. Too many ol’ ladies have walked away because they couldn’t handle the truth.
Others have left because they can’t hack the secrets. Either way, there’s no winning.
“You sure?”
I glance down into June’s worried blue eyes, and suddenly it hits me.
I love her. Somehow in the last fourty-eight hours, June Calloway has burrowed herself deep into my bones.
“You’re gonna stay here with the women,” I tell her, shoving this new development to the back of my mind.
Her lips turn down. “What? Why? Where are you going?”
“Out.”
She wrinkles her nose, making me want to kiss it. “Out? What does that even mean?”
Damn. How do I explain to her that she will never know what I’m doing when it comes to the club.
“I—”
Roxy shoots me a wink before reaching across the table and squeezing June’s hand. “You have to trust your man, sweetie.”
June holds Roxy’s stare, a reel of emotions playing out across her face. Confusion, frustration, worry.
“I do trust him,” she says softly.
Christ. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear those words until they left her lips. I kiss her again, harder this time, claiming her mouth in front of everyone.
“Be good,” I murmur against her lips.
Her eyes flick between mine, searching for answers she won’t find. “I will.”
Pecking her lips once more, I turn and make toward the door.
“Johnny.” Stella catches my arm, her gray eyes so like our mom’s, full of worry. “Be careful.”
I give my little sister a quick hug. “Always am, squirt.”
“I fucking hate being in a cage,” I grumble, shifting uncomfortably.
“Don’t we fucking all,” Eagle agrees from behind the wheel, his eyes laser focused on the road ahead.
“Bikes would be too loud,” Tacoma says, looking over his shoulder.
This I knew, but I still fucking hated it. Rain or shine, I preferred to have my knees in the breeze.
Bane cracks a window, letting in the cool night air. “Stop bitching. At least you don’t have Gator’s fat ass on your lap.”
“Fuck you,” Gator grunts, doing his best to make himself smaller.
“Both of you shut the fuck up,” Bash sighs.
My lips twitch. Our SAA has been in a perpetual bad mood since he fucked up and ended things with Hattie Lynn. One day he’ll get his head out of his ass and get his woman back. Until then, we’re stuck with the grump.
“Pull off here, Pop.”
I glance out the window. Here, where? It’s pitch black out here in the middle of fucking nowhere. This is BFE territory. (Bum Fuck Egypt) There ain’t a streetlight for as far as the eye can see.
Eagle pulls onto the shoulder about a hundred yards from the dirt road that leads up to the cabin and kills the headlights.
“We’re walking from here, boys,” Tacoma says, checking his piece.
Climbing out, we gather around the hood of the SUV, where Tacoma spreads out a map. He points just behind the cabin’s location. “Story, you and your boys circle around to the back of the property. Red, y’all take the east side.” Tacoma lifts his head. “My team will hit the front.”
We all nod, pulling out our weapons and checking them one last time.
“We end this tonight,” Bane says, his face serious.
I rack the slide on my Glock. “Can’t have this shit touching my woman again.”
Tacoma grunts. “Tonight we’ll send a fucking message far and wide. Nobody fucks with the Kings.”
“Nobody fucks with the Kings,” we all chorus.
Breaking off into our assigned groups, we move silently through the woods. “There,” Tacoma whispers, pointing a few yards ahead. I follow the line of his arm and sure as shit, there it is. A run-down, two-story A-frame with green peeling paint and a wrap-around porch.
“Look,” I grunt, motioning to the Escalades that tried to run our women off the road earlier.
“Fucking Sinners too.” Bane points to a row of bikes parked on the side of the cabin.
Fucking cockroaches.
Tacoma holds up his fist, signaling us to stop while the other teams get into position. In no time a red dot from a laser’s sight flashes briefly from the trees to the east. That’s Red’s signal that everyone is in place.
Tacoma flicks two fingers and we move forward, staying low.
Stepping carefully, I follow Gator up the porch steps. He positions himself in front of the door, then looks back at Tacoma, who gives a curt nod.
Gator holds up three fingers then drops them one by one.
Three.
Two.
One.
He draws back his leg and kicks the door in with a thunderous crash.
Chaos erupts as we surge inside.
A Sinner lunges from the left, and I put two in his chest without breaking stride.
The cabin is a shithole with beer cans and trash everywhere. Six men are scrambling for weapons, but we’ve got the advantage of surprise.
Tacoma and Bash take the living room. Bane heads upstairs. I duck into the kitchen, coming face to face with a huge motherfucker with a scarred face.
“Fuck you,” he snarls, raising his gun.
I fire first and shoot him right between the eyes. His mouth opens, and then he drops like a sack of potatoes.
“Fuck you too,” I mutter.
Movement outside the window catches my attention. “We got a runner!” I shout, bolting out the back door.
Outside, I spot him immediately—a fat fuck in a Sinners cut waddling toward the tree line like his ass is on fire. I take off after him, my long legs eating up the distance between us.
He fires wildly over his shoulder. I duck, never breaking stride. When I get within range, I aim for his legs and fire.
The shot hits him in the calf and he goes down with a scream, rolling onto his back, gun still clutched in his hand.
I kick it away before he can raise it, standing over him with my Glock aimed at his face. My eyes drop to the patch on his cut.
“Slim.”
I snort. “Slim my ass.”
Blood is pooling beneath his leg, but I don’t give a fuck.
“Fuck you!” he spits, his round face beet red with pain and rage. “You got in the fucking way. That bitch was promised to me, and you fucked it all up.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “You’re the one who’s been fucking with my woman?”
“She’s MINE!” he roars, spittle flying from his lips. “Valenciaga gave her to me.”
White-hot rage floods my system, drowning out everything else. “Yours?” I snarl, tightening my grip on the gun. “She belongs to me.”
His eyes widen with sudden fear, but it’s too late. I pull the trigger, ending his miserable existence with a bullet to the brain.
Breathing hard, I stare down at the body. Motherfucker had the nerve to think my girl was his. Fuck that. June Calloway belongs to me.
I hear rustling behind me and spin around, gun raised.
“Fuck.” I lower my weapon as Tacoma, Bane, Bash, and Gator approach from the cabin.
“You good?” Tacoma asks, his eyes going to the body.
“Fuck no.” Narrowing my eyes, I kick the fat fuck’s leg. “He’s the motherfucker who was fucking with my woman. Said Valenciaga ‘gave her to him.’”
Tacoma’s brows shoot up. “The fuck?”
Adrenaline and rage flood my veins. Fuck these motherfuckers. Spinning around, I kick the fat bastard in his gut.
Bane claps a hand on my shoulder. “Easy, brother. She’s safe now.”
I look back at the cabin, where smoke is starting to rise from the windows.
“Is she?” We don’t fucking know that. These motherfuckers are like cockroaches. You kill one, and ten more crawl out of the fucking woodwork.
Bane’s face sobers. “We’ll figure it out.”
I nod, holstering my weapon. Yeah. There’s no other option. I can’t lose her now.
“Come on,” Tacoma says, already turning away. “Let’s go home.”
“Yeah.” I look up at the stars, thinking of the woman back at the clubhouse waiting for me. “Let’s go home.”