Chapter Twenty
Raider
Her eyes are wild with lust and need. She is a beautiful woman at any given moment of the day, but with her like this, she is a goddess among mortals.
“The first time you cum in my arms will be with my cock buried in your pussy,” I snap, diving my hand into her hair.
“That sounds like the best plan you’ve ever had. Please, it feels like my blood is on fire,” she begs me.
I use my free hand at the base of my cock. “Take it, sweet Tasia. Take what you need from me.”
Her eyes lock on mine as she slowly lowers herself onto my waiting dick.
Her pussy swollen, begging for release, makes it so I almost don’t fit.
Using my hand on her hip and in her hair, I don’t let her lift off me instead urging her to take more.
Her breathing picks up, and her eyes are wild.
Leaning forward, I take a nipple into my mouth, and she slides further down. Fuck, she’s going to strangle my cock.
I let her nipple pop free. “Tasia, that’s it, baby, let me in.”
She throws her head back, shifting her hips slightly and taking even more of me into her pussy.
“Raider, god, the stretch hurts so fucking good,” she moans, rocking again.
“You remember the word?” I question her pulling her head up to look into her lust field eyes.
“I do,” she whispers, planting her mouth on mine.
I snap. Using my hold on her hip, I slam her down on my cock at the same time I lift my hips.
She slides all the way onto my cock with a cry of pure pleasure.
I set a punishing pace of rocking her hips as I slam in and out of her from under her.
In three strokes, she screams her first release.
I don’t slow or let up as her pussy tries to milk my cock. I pull her face to look at me.
“I need more. Keep rocking those hips, baby, because you’re going to give me more,” I snarl.
She starts to protest at the same time I let go of her hip and place my thumb on her clit, rubbing tight circles. Anastasia moans, no longer fighting or denying me but instead setting the perfect rhythm she needs to find her release.
“That’s it, my sweet Tasia, take what you need from me,” I whisper, watching her do just that.
As her pussy walls quiver with her impending orgasm, I pick up my pace determined to follow her over the edge.
“Raider!” she screams as her orgasm slams into her, pulling mine from me.
Once her release has subsided, she drops forward onto my chest trying to catch her breath. I sit there doing my best not to pass out as my head spins from the power of my release. Anastasia shifts slightly in my lap, my cock still buried in her pussy, causing me to hiss.
“Keep that up, and we will be going again,” I chuckle, kissing the side of her head.
She turns her head, so her face is in the crook of my neck. “I’m not seeing a problem with that threat.”
“As much as I would love to forget the rest of the world and pretend we’re the only ones in it.
We do have to get back for a meeting with Ainsley and a few others.
We also need to talk about what to do with Auntie Lynn’s place.
” I sigh, knowing that none of this is stuff she wants to do or think about.
“I know, but a woman can have hopes and dreams,” she huffs, still not moving from her place on my lap, against my chest and with her face resting against my neck.
I pat her on the ass. “Come on, sweet Anastasia, let's get moving.”
She slowly sits up with a playful look on her face before she strikes, sinking her teeth into the side of my neck, just half above and half under my shirt collar.
I hiss, grabbing her by the hair on her head, not knowing if I should pull her away or hold her there as the pain is mixing with pleasure.
She lets go, kissing the spot, then stands before I can fully grasp what just happened.
I look up at her as she stands over me with a satisfied smirk on her face. “I don’t share.”
Her words warm my chest, but I can’t stop my mouth from moving. “You really think a bite mark is going to stop someone if they really want to?”
Anastasia stops and smiles sweetly. “It may not stop them. What it will do is remind you both I’m slightly crazy.”
I just blink because what the hell? This woman in front of me isn’t the sweet innocent girl I once knew, and if I’m honest, she scares me just a touch.
It’s then that it hits me. All the times at the club she’s let me lead, been soft and vulnerable or seemed timid, it was because she knew she was safe.
The woman I’m looking at now is the slightly unhinged woman that would sacrifice herself for her family.
I stand coming up behind her as she is buttoning her pants, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her back to lean on my chest. She sags into me, locking her fingers with mine.
“What am I going to do without her?” Anastasia whispers.
“Be the woman she would want you to be,” I tell her honestly. “Do you know if she had a will or anything that said what to do with the property if something were to happen to her?”
“I don’t have a clue. I wish I did. Hell, I don’t even know if we have more family out there or if she was all there was.” She sounds so lost.
“We have plenty of people who can help us figure out. I promise you when this is all over and we’ve taken care of this stuff with your sister, we will do something special for her.” I kiss the top of her head as I check my watch.
“I know, and I also know it wasn’t an accident.” Her words are laced with fire.
“We need to head back if we’re going to make the meeting with everyone. After that, if you and Rusher are up for it, I would like us to go out for a bit.” I tell her.
She turns in my arms, smiling up at me. “That sounds like the best idea.”
We finish righting our clothes and climb back onto the bike, making our way back to the clubhouse.
On the way back, she is much more relaxed, and I think truly enjoys the ride.
We take half the time to get back to the clubhouse since I go straight there to make the scheduled meeting on time.
We pull into the parking lot of the club at the same time as Blender and Rhino.
I give a nod as we dismount and head inside.
I take Anastasia's hand to guide her through the clubhouse when I notice she’s limping more than she has been.
I turn and swing her up into my arms bridal style, carrying her into the clubhouse.
Ivy and a few other club bunnies are in the great room when they see me carrying her in, all giving various looks from curiosity to disdain.
I ignore them all, going straight for the conference room, not at all surprised to find that we’re the last ones in there.
I place Anastasia down on her feet so she can decide where she wants to sit.
Not at all surprised when she sits next to Pope, who gives her a side hug.
Across from her is Ainsley, with Mercy on her right.
Terro is at one end of the table with Hermes at the other. Blitz and Anvil are also there.
Ainsley, never being one to hold her tongue, speaks first. “Why did you want to have a meeting with both of us? Outside of my role with Jenny and the attack on the bar, I don’t know anything.”
“That’s just it, we’ve gotten some information recently that might connect some dots and help complete the picture.” Terro tells her.
She eyes him for a long moment before nodding. “But what does that have to do with Anastasia? Other than her being kidnapped, and you thinking her sister is involved, why do you need us both?”
The large TV behind Terro's head comes on, and a picture of Shea about seven or so years comes up.
Beside it is a picture of Jenny, Ainsley, and Shea and then a picture of Jenny and Shea the night she disappeared.
Ainsley gasps, covering her mouth, her eyes getting glassy.
Anastasia looks between the TV and Ainsley, betrayal written on her face.
“Before either of you jump to conclusions, we have some questions,” I say slowly.
Both women nod but continue to watch each other.
“Ainsley, how do you know the woman in the picture with you and Jenny?” I ask her.
“That’s Sheena. We met her on campus. She was super sweet, bubbly, and loved to have fun. We both took a quick liking to her. Sheena would always show up and hang out with us, but I can’t say I ever heard or saw her do anything with classes.” A tear falls as she talks about her time at college.
Anastasia’s face becomes more and more confused the longer Ainsley talks. I look down at her. “How do you know her?”
She points at the screen. “That’s my fucking sister, Shea.”
Ainsley gasps while Mercy’s head snaps in Anastasia's direction, a look of pure murder on his face.
I motion to Hermes to roll the footage showing Shea walking into a club with Jenny and then, not fifteen minutes later, walking out and climbing onto a motorcycle.
The same fucking club Jenny went missing from.
The patch on the back of the man's cut is none other than the Lucifer’s Knights.
I watch as all the pieces fall into place in Ainsley's head.
“The bikers who blew up the bar that night were the Lucifer’s Knights, and they really were only there to fuck with the cartel.” Ainsley's words are hollow.
“I’m sorry, Ainsley,” Anastasia whispers, tears streaming down her face.
Ainsley jumps up from her seat, rushing around the table and pulling Anastasia into a hug. “You will never apologize for that crazy cunt’s actions. What we will do is turn it over to the men of the club and let them do what needs to be done to rid the world of the trash.”
Anastasia hugs her back. “She’s my sister. Can I just let her be dealt with like that?”
Ainsley pulls away, sitting in the seat next to her, holding her hand tight. “I know she is your sister, and it’s in your blood to protect her. But are you protecting her if she is able to continue ruining lives all around her?”
Anastasia thinks it over for a very short moment before turning to me. “I need to have one last conversation before she’s dealt with. You also must promise me we’ll never speak of it again once it happens.”
I nod at her. “You have my word, and Tasia, I know exactly what it feels like to make this choice. Just remember you’re not making it alone.”
She smiles sadly. “I’m not, and that’s exactly why I’m able to make it.”
We go through the rest of the information, getting as much from the girls as possible about Shea.
When they’ve told us everything they could, they leave us to go hang out with Charlie and wait for Rusher to get home from practice.
After they leave, I turn to Pope and wait for him to give me his opinion.
“I see it now. The piece that broke it open was Anastasia and Dragon. Shea is expecting her to be dead and unable to provide the information she had. Let’s not forget she doesn’t know anything about Ainsley being here and who she is.
At this point, all we need to do is take the trash out so we can finally move on.
” Pope stands, slapping me on the back as he leaves the room.
Everyone files out but Terro and me. He looks me up and down. “It’s nice to finally see you settling into your place.”
“I don’t know about settling. What I do know is we’re so close to finishing cleaning up after Relic, and when that’s done, we can get back to what it is we do best.”
“Speaking of the Italians, they are having some issues with shipments being seized. Thankfully, none under our watch, but with the shit that went down at Auntie Lynn’s, to say they’re a little nervous is an understatement.” Terro feels me on what’s been going on.
“Are they still planning a visit?” I wonder.
He nods, “Yeah, they are. Said they’re going to let us clean up the shit going on right now first.”
Scoffing, I stand. “That’s nice of them. All that tells me is they have something up their sleeve I’m not going to like.”
“It’s the Italians. Would you expect anything less?” he stands, following me out into the hallway.
“I’m taking Anastasia and Rusher out to dinner tonight and maybe a little shopping since she needs some shit.” I toss at him just as my phone starts ringing.
When I see who is calling, I know that whatever plans I had for tonight are not going to happen.
“This better be fucking good.” I answer, reaching out to grab Terro’s shoulder.
He stops, turning to me with an eyebrow raised. I tilt my head towards his office, and he leads the way. We step inside, closing the door behind us when we do. As soon as the door is closed, I put my phone on speaker.
“I’m here with my father. He would like to have a word,” Jose Alfaro snarls.
“Then why am I talking to you and not him?” I say bored.
“Raider, my amigo, how are you?” Mr. Alfaro calls out.
“As well as I can be when I find your son likes taking things that don’t belong to him as well as playing in sandboxes that aren’t his to play in.” I’m in no mood for whatever this is supposed to be.
“Ah, yes. It would appear my boy was led astray by a pretty woman,” Mr. Alfaro starts. “We all know how that can be, no?”
“No, I can’t say I personally know anything about that. Though I’ve watched my fair share of good men get taken down because of it.” I watch Terro, who is scowling at the phone.
“True true. I just wanted to extend my apologies once again and see if I can offer you … What would you say? An umm, peace offering.” He gets excited when he remembers the word, “I want to offer you a peace offering.”
“To be quite honest, Mr. Alfaro, there isn’t anything that you can offer me at this time.” This man has lost his fucking mind if he thinks he does.
“I can tell you where to find the woman you seek.” He has lost all pretense of being a friend.
“You have my attention.” I’m sure to keep my tone neutral.
“It would seem she is back right where she started. With those dirty bikers to the south of you,” he tells me.
“Now, as much as you would like me to believe you come in the name of peace, we both know there is more to the story than that. Why?” I demand.
“Let’s just say when you get a call from the Italians, especially the ones that control what comes in and out, you do as they ask.” His words are dripping with disdain and frustration.
Terro groans, rubbing his temple. Yep, now it's all making sense. “I appreciate the call and will take your peace offering into consideration.”
I hang up the call and lean my head back on the chair. “Fucking hell. Send the message—church in exactly an hour. I’ve got to go tell my woman that dinner is canceled.”
“Your woman, Raider? Would this be you laying claim to Ms. Austin?” he singsongs.
“She was always meant to be mine. It just took us longer than it should have. I’ll be making it official tonight at church.”