Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SMOKE
I wake slowly, blinking at the sun that is blazing through the curtains that I know I closed.
Why the fuck are my blinds open?
What the hell?
Waking on my stomach, and not wrapped in Taya, confuses me. I was sure that I fell to sleep with her wrapped in my arms.
Taya. Shit, my woman can fuck. She took my dick so well. There is no way I will ever get enough of her.
Turning my head to look at her in her sleeping form, my plans for morning sex are fucking ruined when I find the bed next to me empty. Reaching across, I feel the cold sheets under my palm.
What the hell?
Where is she?
I strain my ears, listening for the shower but hear nothing. Where did she go?
Climbing out of bed, I see that her clothes, shoes, and little purse are gone. I check my bathroom but find it empty.
Splashing some cold water on my face, I look at myself in the mirror and grin seeing the scratch marks on my chest, from Taya clawing at me last night. There is also a hickey on my left collarbone.
My girl likes to mark me as much as I like to mark her. There is a hickey on the inside of her thigh from when I ate her pussy, and one just above her left tit.
I look at my reflection, and I see a man who got what he wanted, even if some of it was under false pretenses.
“Fucking hell.” My gut tightens.
A niggling feeling settles in my head.
Why did Taya leave? Did she leave my room, and someone say something to her?
Shit.
Rushing out of my bathroom, I reach for my cell, look for her contact, and hit the call button. The call gets sent to voicemail. What the fuck?
I try again, but this time it goes straight to voicemail, like she has turned her phone off. Confusion rolls through me as I get dressed with plans to find her and find out what the fuck happened.
I keep replaying in my mind whether there was something I said or did that would make her run.
Picking up my cell, keys, and wallet, I leave my room, slinging my cut over my shoulders as I go. Reaching the main room, I scan the area looking for her, even though it is evident that she fucking left the clubhouse.
“Prospect, who was on the gate last night?” I ask him.
He looks up from his spot cleaning the bar. “Roni. He replaced me around two.”
I nod to him. “Find out if he saw Taya leave last night. Report back to me.”
He nods to me, then I leave.
Fuck me, I need fucking coffee.
Stepping into the kitchen, I find Locke with his tongue down his woman’s throat.
“A bit early for that, don’t you think.” I grumble. “Don’t you two have a room where you can do that shit?”
Stepping over to the coffee machine, I sigh seeing that it is still full, which means Lottie brewed a fresh pot.
“I love you, woman,” I call over my shoulder, hearing her giggle.
“Hey, fuckface, get your own woman,” Locke gripes, making me chuckle.
“Where is Taya?” Lottie asks.
Turning around to face them, I lean my butt against the kitchen counter, before taking a sip of my hot black coffee. They both eye me with curiosity, waiting for me to explain.
I shrug. “Don’t know. She was gone when I woke up.” I play it off like I do not care, but fuck me, my mind is spinning wondering what the fuck happened.
When we fell asleep, I thought things were good between us. I made her come, multiple times, she got me off in the best way, so her vanishing baffles the hell out of me.
Locke bursts out laughing, burying his face in Lottie’s shoulder, trying to muffle it.
“Prick.”
“Behave,” Lottie scolds him.
“Smoke.” The prospect whose name I keep fucking forgetting steps into the room.
“Did he see her?” He nods.
“She left around four. He caught her walking down the dirt road, called her name but she didn’t turn around,” he explains. My blood boils.
“How the fuck did she get past the gate?” I growl at him, making him step back.
“He said he went and took a piss, and when he came back, the gate was open, and he saw her.” His hands go up in a surrender action.
Shaking my head, my hands are on my hips as I control my breathing, before I go out there and shoot that fucking useless prospect. My gaze lands on Lottie, but before she can say anything else, Pres’s voice rings out through the clubhouse. And for that I am fucking grateful.
We meet him in the main room.
The tension rolling off him is not good.
“The club’s businesses have been hit. Trashed and staff assaulted,” he explains.
“Who the fuck would mess with what belongs to us?” Brute calls out.
“That is what we are going to find out. We split up. Crow, take Locke, Smoke, and Sniper with you to King’s. I will take Intel and Brute to the garage, and Fritz, take Wheel and Fuel to the pawn shop. Check in when you find out what the hell happened. If the staff need medical treatment, you know who to call.”
We all nod and head to our bikes. Any worries over Taya vanish when club business needs taking care of.
Firing up my bike, I sit and wait for the signal to follow Crow, our VP. He nods to me and my brothers, and we follow him out of the compound. We pass Roni and Taya flashes in my head again, but I push it down.
We fly down the road on our bikes, the sound of our pipes makes people take notice of us as we pass. The wind whips around us, my thoughts clear as we get closer to the bar the club owns.
When we arrive, we park our bikes and dismount, noticing immediately that the front window is smashed in and the door has large dents in it. Entering the place, the atmosphere is chilled, setting my teeth on edge.
Stepping in, we see the three bartenders all sitting around a table waiting for us. The two girls are shaking, one holding a bag of ice to the other’s face. Darryl, the bar manager, steps to us when he sees us enter.
I check the room and see all the fucking damage that was left. Tables and chairs are overturned. Glasses are smashed everywhere; liquid from the liquor bottles covers the floor.
“Who did this?” Crow asks.
Darryl shakes his head. “No clue, Crow, man. They came charging in when Suzie arrived for her shift; they used her to gain access through the door.”
The VP looks to the young girl holding ice to her face.
“You alright, darlin’?” She nods.
“Yeah. Just pissed that I didn’t see them skulking around outside.” She sounds pissed, making me smirk and think of my girl.
Fucking hell, she is invading my fucking thoughts.
“I got them to the office before they could be hurt more. They didn’t say shit, Crow. Just barged in and trashed the place then left. I called you right away.”
Crow nods to him, slapping him on the back, before looking to Locke.
“Call a clean-up crew. Get this place back to open ready.” He looks to the girls. “You two get yourselves home. Rest up and come back tomorrow ready for opening.”
They nod to him and leave.
“Do you need me to stay, Crow?” Darryl asks.
“Nah, man, you head home too. Say hi to Amy and the kids for me.”
The bar manager nods and leaves.
“Who the fuck would do this? Shit has been quiet lately,” I throw out there.
The men around me agree.
We walk around the room, picking up tables and chairs, while waiting for the clean-up crew that the club hires. They do their jobs, get paid, and ask no questions. I banged a chick once, and it turned out that she owned a cleaning company that specializes in crime scenes, but also industrial size clean-ups.
We got a big job one day and let’s just say it got messy and she came to mind, so we hired her, and the rest is history.
I pick up a bottle of vodka off the floor and it reminds me of Taya, who drinks this shit neat. Smiling to myself, images of how we fucked last night roll through my head like my very own private porno.
But then, I remember that she bolted from my room while I was sleeping. Once this shit is done, I need to go and find her and find out what the fuck happened and why she left me.