Chapter 21 Jack
JACK
I’ve gone through the basics of the situation with regards to Camile with the club members who are all gathered for Church, minus some of the prospects, who don’t have clearance yet.
Also missing are Becker, a senior member who is overseeing the progress of an incoming weapons shipment, and Ace, who is babysitting Camile.
Rook is in the room because, although he doesn’t know it yet, he’s soon to be fully patched in.
Saul is also missing, as his phone started ringing repeatedly, so I told him to go answer it.
No one calls when Church is in session, so it must have been important.
Normie, so called because he still has a normal job outside of the club, is reading the minutes as I sit and listen.
Normie, real name Noah, is a very handy person to have in the club, as he’s a lawyer outside, but one who can be easily corrupted with money and women.
As he’s good with paperwork, he’s the club Secretary.
It means he’s responsible for recordkeeping, notetaking, and the like.
He lives off the compound, but he spends a fuck ton of time here.
I also trust him because he’s proven himself repeatedly.
“Point number five,” he says as he reads down the list. “Leyla has been banned from the club.”
A few members groan in disappointment or mutter and mumble to themselves.
Leyla is a popular sweetbutt. She has tits that can make a grown man weep, an ass that is perfection, long legs, tiny waist, and—unfortunately—a mouth that likes to boast about being at the one percenter club as much as it likes being wrapped around a dick.
“Loose lips sink ships,” Normie states. “She’s gone. Anyone bringing her onto club land is out.”
“Out?” one of the men says in shock.
Usually, doing something like smuggling a woman into the club grounds would result in a revoking of some privileges, not being completely disbarred.
Ghost folds his arms across his chest and jerks his chin at the man who’s just spoken. “The week she was sucking your cock, she was also sucking Officer Perez’s cock, too. That kind of bedroom talk could be deadly for the club, so yeah, she’s out-out.”
The man’s cheeks color a little and he nods once.
Behind me, the door to the room bangs shut, and I turn to see Smokie Saul walking in, his face pale. He comes to me and whispers behind his hand into my ear. My entire body tightens as I listen. Fucking hell, this is the last thing we need right now.
“You can address the room,” I tell him.
He begins to talk.
The room is quiet as the men take in the sheer import of Saul’s words. The recent fucking shipment is missing. The two men who had been escorting it are also gone.
It wasn’t a big shipment, just a small delivery we were due to pass on to some other one percenters up near the Canadian border, but the fact that two men are gone, and maybe killed, has my blood turning to ice.
Fuck my life. I’d called this meeting to talk about Camile and the threat to her, and potentially my daughter, from the cartel war that has erupted to the south of us, but now this clusterfuck of news has taken over the meeting.
“How long?” Ghost demands.
“They’ve been out of contact for over thirty minutes now, according to Becker.” Saul tucks the unlit cigarette he always has about his person behind his ear. “But they were close to us, only a couple of hours away, they said at their last call-in, so they were damn close to home when it happened.”
“Do we think it’s the Iron Revenants MC?” one of the junior members asks, mentioning a rival club’s name.
“It’s clearly them,” Ghost replies. “And why am I only just hearing about this?”
Saul frowns. “I’ve been on it and came to you as soon as I knew.”
“The main thing we need to focus on now is getting our shipment back and finding our men, preferably alive.” I shut down any argument. If they’re not alive, then that’s an all-out war brewing between us and the Iron Revenants.
These fuckers have been the bane of our existence, but this is sending things up a notch.
The Iron Revenants MC are not as big or as powerful as us, yet they’ve managed to hit us badly.
It shows they’re on their way up, and that will also mean us being on our way down, which I’m not going to accept.
With what’s going on with Camile, it makes me extra antsy. Could it be related? I’m sure it won’t be, but right now nothing can be ruled out.
I’ll get Ghost to put cameras up on the roads out of here so I can see who comes and goes in the next few days and weeks, in case their men are scouting us out.
We won’t tell anyone else, and I’ll get him to keep a log.
I also want to know if there’s a way he can monitor members’ calls on their cells.
Not necessarily listen in but just log them and see who they are calling.
I’ll ask him after the meeting. Not that I don’t trust my men, but I didn’t get to be President by being too trusting. It’s just a precautionary measure.
The thing about a club like ours is that we might fuck around, and we might do all kinds of stupid shit to one another, but we’re tight.
You must prospect for an age before you get patched in, and you have to do some seriously dangerous shit.
The worst jobs? They go to the prospects.
The most dangerous jobs? The prospects. Not only that, but they’re hazed to within an inch of their life.
My gaze is drawn to Rook, and I think back to the hazing he was recently put through.
I wasn’t there to witness the actual events, but I know they must have been bad because some of the men wouldn’t look each other in the eye for a few weeks afterward.
It also looked to me like Rook wasn’t exactly walking properly for a while.
Rumor has it that Ace was the ringleader, and we all know Ace has zero boundaries.
You really must want to be in the club to go through that shit, and once you’re in, there’s no out.
If you leave, you’re mostly out bad, which means you’re in our bad books forever and you’d better pray you don’t run into us, or you leave in a box.
Very rarely, someone is allowed to leave due to health issues or other reasons, but even then, they still have close ties to us, and we’ll support them as best we can.
Rook shifts in his seat and his head snaps up, as if aware of my scrutiny. He holds my gaze and gives me a nod of respect, and I nod back.
Wanting to get this shit sorted fast, I turn to Ghost. “Once we’re done here, pick a couple of club members and head out, see if you can find any signs of the missing men or the shipment. Increase security, too.”
“Yes, Prez.”
I lean in close. “Wait for me after Church so I can have a quick word. I’ll wrap this up fast.”
He nods once and sits back down.
“Okay, we’re going to shut this shit down.
” I look around everyone, seeing they’re all glued to my words.
“There’s clearly a threat from a rival club, and on top of that, one of my daughter’s friends is in trouble.
To reiterate what I said at the start of this meeting before the shit hit the fan, Camile is here as my guest. She’s under my protection.
She’s not a sweetbutt. She doesn’t want to be passed around between you guys.
Anyone touching her must answer to me.” My gaze lands on the three Numbnuts, and they all look away with varying degrees of discomfort. “Under-fucking-stood?”
There are nods and murmurs of Yes, Prez muttered all around.
“Anyone hear a damn thing about our men or that shipment, you come speak with me, Ghost, or Saul. Okay, dismissed.”
The members start to filter out, and I turn to Saul and Ghost, who are still standing by. “We need to find those men, and fast.”
“Agreed,” says Saul.
“Come to the house with me. I have the route there,” I tell Ghost.
Some of the most top-secret shit I don’t keep in the office. It’s in the safe at my place instead.
Ghost follows me across the compound. The door to my house is already open, so Ace and Camile must be inside. Sure enough, when I step through the door, I hear voices coming from the kitchen.
“This is delicious.” That’s Camile. “I was so hungry.”
She sounds as if her mouth is full.
“Well, we did work up an appetite,” is Ace’s reply.
My jaw works as I stalk into the room and take them both in. Her cheeks are flushed, and her dress is rumpled. Ace is grinning like the cat that got the cream, and his damned hair has straw in it again.
What. The. Fuck.
“Oh, crap.” Ghost says the words so quietly I almost don’t hear.
“Want to tell me why you both look like you’ve been rolling around in hay?”
My voice is calm, and Ace should know that means trouble. By the way he straightens and the smirk drips from his face, he does.
Camile, however, doesn’t know me as well, and she giggles. “Spiders.”
“Spiders?” Ghost repeats raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, spiders in the barn. We had to, you know, get undressed.” She laughs again.
Ignoring her, I turn to Ace. “Are you actively trying to get kicked out?”
“Fuck no, Prez. It wasn’t anything. We were just fooling around.”
My gaze slides to Camile, and the hurt that flashes across her face at his denial tells me all I need to know.
“Camile, Ace is a fucking slut.” I don’t mince my words. “You’d be wise to remember that in future.”
Then I stalk up to Ace, who is lifting a sandwich to his mouth. I slap it out of his hand, and it falls open on the floor.
“Hey, I was eating that,” he protests.
“Listen, you fucking prick, touch her one more time, and I’ll break your hands. Or throw you out. Road Captain or not. She’s out of bounds. From now on.”
Swiveling back around to face Camile, I let my face pull into a sneer. “You want to be a sweetbutt, darling? I mean, you can. But no one respects them. You’ll just be a toy to be used until they’ve all had enough of you. Is that what you want?”
Her jaw drops open. “Oh, my God, Jack, you’re a sexist pig. A dinosaur. So, it’s okay for the men to screw around, but not the women? Talk about old-timer ideals.”
Camile stares at me, and I swear there’s real hate in her eyes as she glares daggers.
“Plus,” she adds, “you don’t get to tell me who I can or can’t be with. I’m a grown woman, and I make my own choices. So what if Ace is a slut—”
“Hey…” Ace protests again.
She continues. “At least it means he knows what he’s doing. If a man can make me come like that using only his tongue, then I don’t really give a shit who or how many he’s slept with.”
Rage boils up inside me. Ace made her come with his tongue?
Fuck me. I simultaneously want to tear that tongue right out of his motherfucking head, while my cock also lets me know that it would have quite enjoyed witnessing that.
A previous thought comes back to me about how I’d wondered if I could get my fill of Camile by watching Ace or one of the other guys fuck her, and my dick gets even harder. This is not good.
Trying my best not to look at Ace, I focus on her. “I’ve just told the club members that they’re not to lay a finger on you, got it? Ace wasn’t at the meeting, so I’m gonna have to let this one slide, but I don’t expect there to be a repeat performance.”
“What?” she exclaims.
“You heard me,” I growl.
“You don’t get to tell people they’re not allowed to touch me. I’m the only one who gets to decide that. What happened to fucking bodily autonomy? I’m not yours, Jack, remember? You made that perfectly clear when you sent me on my way that night at the college.”
There’s a warning to my tone. “We don’t talk about that.”
“Well, maybe we should. Because there’s something seriously fucked up about this dynamic. You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else to have me either. Why are all you men the holders of purity unless you’re the ones who are getting nasty?”
I sense both Ghost and Ace watching this exchange with amused expressions.
I want to tell them to get out, but I’m genuinely concerned about what I would do to her if they weren’t here.
My cock is hard, and all I want to do right now is put her over my knee, hike up her dress, pull down her panties, and spank her hard.
I’d make her count them, too. I picture her squirming and wriggling in my lap, crying out with each strike and making me harder and harder.
Then I’d pull her onto my pierced cock and fuck the brat right out of her.
“I’m just trying to protect you,” is all I can manage.
Folding her arms over her chest, she juts her chin up. “I don’t want to stay here.”
Her words are infuriating. “We’ve already been over this. It’s not safe for you back at the college.”
“No, I mean, I don’t want to stay in your house. I’ll go back to that shitty dorm over spending another night under your roof.”
“No,” I say at the same time as Ace.
“It’s not a nice atmosphere.” Ace clarifies his response. “It’s noisy, and people use those rooms for… well… things. Fine for one night, but not for any longer.”
“I have a solution.” Ghost’s calm voice quiets everyone down.
“That house we had renovated, the one we were going to give Normie to live in, but he’s decided to stay off base, well, it’s empty.
It’s two minutes from here and literally across the yard from me.
So she’d be close but have her own space. ”
“She thinks that is a perfect idea. Thank you, Ghost. She also has a name and is in the damned room with you.” Camile throws her hands up in despair. “God, you’re all fucking fossils. I can’t wait until I can leave.”
Tossing her half-eaten sandwich down on a plate on the table, she turns and storms out of the room. “I’ll go grab my things.”