Chapter Twenty-One
TRAVIS
M y fist collides with the newly decorated plaster.
A kid?
Fucking hell. I slam my fist into the wall again, ruining what took us months to perfect in mere seconds.
She isn’t meant to be anywhere near club business. She is my future.
Mine to protect.
Mine to love.
Mine to worship.
But, a kid?
I can’t deny she isn’t right on every single, fucking thing that becomes problematic in our lives. Issues with the house? She sorted it. My aunt unexpectedly going to hospital. Mollie was there by her side when Mick couldn’t be. She covered the farm when needed. Then she was there for me when I needed her. She’s like an angel sent down to our family.
And what have I given her?
I don’t answer my own question.
“You still there?” Dean’s voice sounds down the line.
“Yeah.”
“So we’re going back now?”
Matthew, the fucking slimeball, was an absolute cunt when we met him earlier today. He made shit difficult for the sake of it. The prick. Fortunately for him, Rocco called all of us to action after Saviours were seen dealing within our borders. They’d gone by the time we could get there, but that won’t go unanswered. We have to make getting every one of Nathan’s buyers on our side a priority .
The date to take him over is looming. And that shit’s now on Dean and me. If not, Saviours will pose an even bigger threat to us, and Elvis doesn’t become the King.
I look down at my bleeding knuckles, my chest rising and falling fast. “We’re going back now,” I confirm, slamming my eyes shut and resting my head against the wall.
Visions of Mollie being forced to take a line and Matthew trying to have his way with her, plague my head. I can’t let that slide. It’s irrelevant that I didn’t know her back then. What matters is I fucking know her now. I don’t like that she’s right about Matthew, nor do I fucking like the idea of doing business with the cunt. But what choice do we have? One word from him to Nathan, and this whole operation folds.
I am positive about one thing. An eternity could pass and I’d go back and right every wrong for her. I’d erase every bad thing that’s ever happened to her because she deserves to be happy.
Hate comes easily. Love comes with pain. It also gives you clarity. It’s what pushes the blood around my veins. What makes me wake up each day, knowing what I want.
But a kid?
“You got a clear head?”
Dean’s voice makes jolt. “Hard to tell, brother.”
He takes a breath. “We need this guy.”
Knowing best when it comes to his uncle’s business, Elvis assures us this Matthew is persistent enough to have on board. Him and his elite friends aren’t the biggest buyers, but they’re certainly the most prolific. You ask me, we can always find more reliable sources.
You ask me, I’d put a bullet between his eyes.
End of.
I’m a sensible man when needed. Can think clearly when the time arises. Just not when it comes to Mollie. He’s lucky that for now, I can’t kill him.
For now.
“We need him placing orders before he loses interest,” Dean adds. “Rich boys like the good stuff.”
Coming in from Europe, Nathan sure has some pretty established pipelines. I’ll give him that. “I want him dead.”
“Why? ”
I shake my head. I know she’ll be able to hear what I’m saying. I don’t want to tell Dean that a guy we need for business tried his luck with her, so I say, “He hurt Mollie.”
He’s quiet before he speaks. “Oh.” Without any details, he can tell by the tone of my voice I’m not fucking happy. “Do we need to change our plan?”
My eyes shut, my free hand rubbing my temple. I don’t know why I’m surprised. Dean would do anything for the club. More so, for his family. We may not be bonded by blood, but his simple question tells me he’d risk securing this buyer for me and my selfish need for retribution. “No,” I tell him, my fist balling again.
“Okay,” he says calmly. “Look, I’m not his biggest fan either. But he threatened us with going to Nathan. We have to take that seriously.” A low growl escapes me. “Everyone else up until now has taken our generous price and it’s been done. But he wants more, clearly.”
My eyes spring open. “What are you suggesting we do?”
“I’m suggesting we give him no option. Mop’s meeting Len, but he’ll catch up.”
Hard lines pull across my face. I don’t know which way to jump on this. Dean’s dived deeper into his darkness since being back. Going to Matthew isn’t going to help. But, “I’m leaving now,” I tell him.
This cunt needs to know we’re not fucking about.
Hitting the end call button, I make my way to our bedroom, stopping outside the door. I know Mollie will be waiting for me to go in. My hand raises to open it. But I stop myself. I go in, she’ll either convince me to let her come along, or we’ll end up fighting. Either way, I don’t have the time for it. Her safety is my priority, that’s all that matters.
Turning, I walk away, refusing to look back.
We ride out to Matthew’s estate. The prick, unsurprisingly, isn’t pleased to see us. His sour face does bring mine out in a smile, though. He traipses down the expansive gravel pathway, meeting us by our bikes. When I see him looking panicky, I immediately feel better about being here.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” His voice is all whispery and posh-like. The cunt.
I don’t bother removing my helmet. I don’t even bother to stand. Neither does Mop .
Dean, however, climbs off his bike and greets him. “Need to push you on your first order.”
Matthew huffs, running a hand through his shiny, overgrown hair. “This isn’t how business is done. You’re lucky my father isn’t here.”
Or what?
Mop sniggers under his breath. He’s amused, too.
“Listen.” Dean takes a step closer to him, removing his glasses. “Things are moving fast. We need you buying from us now.”
Matthew laughs at Dean, and I just know, can feel Dean’s about to do something stupid.
I cough, trying to keep him on track.
He looks at me before continuing. “It’s now or never, Matt.”
“It’s Matthew.” He sniffs, spinning on his heels looking back at the house.
I exchange a look with Dean. He frowns. It’s murderous.
“Matthew,” I say harshly.
He turns to look at Dean then his eyes land on mine.
“When can we expect your first order?”
He looks at the house again. “Like I told you earlier. I’ll be staying with my dealer.”
Dean laughs now, wiping his bottom lip. “ Your dealer won’t be dealing for much longer. Why do you think everyone’s jumping ship?”
He looks between us both. “Maybe it’s because you’re going around intimidating people to work with you.”
Dean smirks pulling out his smokes casually. “There’s no need to be intimidated by me, Matt.”
Matthew’s eyes begin another nervous look around. “I’m not. You’re just thugs. Only real men intimidate me.”
Mop and I are too late to react when Dean grabs Matthew by the scruff of the neck and begins walking him to the large house.
I’m off my bike as quick as I can get myself up, taking off my helmet and dropping it on my saddle before following them. Dean’s still smoking, like it’s no big deal he has this prick in his other hand.
“What are you doing?” Matthew shouts, his feet scrambling to keep up with Dean’s pace.
“I’m going to show you what real thugs can do.”
“Wait! ”
“No can do, Matt,” I say following behind, enjoying seeing him like this.
Matthew’s dragged into the house, the main door flinging open when we make him unlock it. No one comes to the door, but given how he was so scatty earlier, my guess is someone is here somewhere or he’s expecting someone.
“No asking nicely this time.”
Mollie was right. He pushed the wrong buttons earlier, failing to see who he’s dealing with. Money or not, a bullet to the head is a bullet to the head. No coming back from that. Judging by the look on Dean’s face, Matthew’s close to that outcome.
Dean looks around the vast space before us. Seeing a door to our left, he drags Matthew inside, throwing him to the table which is in the middle of the room. Matthew hits it with a thud, and from out of his pocket, a small white packet lands on the floor.
Jackpot.
“Guard the door,” I instruct Mop, bending down to pick it up. I pop it open, dabbing my little finger inside before tasting it. The bitterness on my tongue indicates this isn’t from Elvis’ suppliers at all. This is new. I pour it out into a mound by his face which Dean conveniently has pressed to the wood. I click my teeth. “Looks like we have a problem on two fronts,” I begin.
Matthew fidgets nervously whilst Dean looks on.
“This isn’t from your buyer, is it, Matt?”
He grimaces, Dean’s hold on him tightening. “Of course it is.”
“No. Don’t lie to us, Matt. We came here to make you a generous offer, and all you’re doing is shitting all over it.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shakes his arms now being held behind him.
I lean in closer, perhaps a little menacingly, putting my hand on the back of his head. I’ll entertain his pathetic excuse for only a moment because the thrill of what I’m about to do is overriding. “Fine.” I push his nose into the power, giving him no choice but to breathe it in. The satisfaction of hearing him choking for air is beautiful. “You got no choice here. You buy from The King now.”
“Fuck you,” he splutters in between gagging.
I press him down harder as Dean lands a blow to his ribs. We look deranged, both acting like mean bastards as we grabble with the idiot. We’ve got three more buyers to secure like Matthew here, and something tells me they’ll be just as fucking bad as him.
Hearing footsteps from outside, I freeze.
Dean grabs a cloth from the table and forces it down Matthew’s throat, muffling his gags.
We both look at Mop, and I dive my hand inside my cut, grabbing my knife.
Mop glances at Dean, and he gives him a nod.
I stand straight, watching as Mop readies himself to jump whoever comes in. Business is business now. Matthew’s got whoever’s coming in a whole world of trouble.
He presses his ear to the door, watching as the handle slowly begins to turn.
My hold on my knife tightens. We’re about to have a showdown.
With a creek, the door opens a fraction. He makes his move to grab the person but his eyes pop out from his head. “The fuck?” He looks at me, and I glance at Dean before going to see who’s at the fucking door.
Mop steps back, exchanging places with me.
My eyes must be fucking deceiving me. Unexplainable anger rises in my chest as I watch her eyes widen before they narrow.
She glances past me, but I move my body, blocking her vision. “The fuck are you doing here?” I don’t shout, but my voice is thunderous.
“Somone’s coming,” she says nervously. “A car, it just pulled up.” She shakes, and I grab her arm, caught between dragging her inside the room we’re in or charging out and throwing my weight around.
It’s an easy choice. I make my move, but her hand gently places on my arm. I look down, watching it, unable to make her remove it so that I can carry the fuck on with what I’m here to do.
“I’ll get rid of them.” She’s so confident. Her eyelashes never battering as she gives me a way out.
A key presses into the lock, and my head bangs. I don’t want to let her do this. “Go,” she says, giving me a little nudge backwards. Jesus fucking Christ. She’s dead after this. I am so fucking mad.
Feeling my chest swell and hands shake, I motion for Dean to keep Matt quiet.
Mop gives him a whack for good measure, shrugging his shoulders at me when I scowl at him. My focus is on listening to what’s happening on the other side of the door. I can’t hear shit over Matt’s sobs.
Muffled voices sound and a man sounds surprised to see her. They exchange words and fake pleasantries. Then it goes quiet. Too quiet. For far too long the air is thick as we wait.
I look at Dean. Then at Matt.
Fuck it. I open the door, but at the exact same time as Mollie steps into the room. I don’t back up too far, forcing her to step into me. Words fail me as my heavy breaths rain down on her. I’m relieved she’s here and at the same time, I want to punish her so bad.
“Dean,” she says, daring to bypass me. She knows I can’t function when she drives me this crazy.
“What?” he says, just as mad.
Mollie quickly takes a sidestep, getting him in her view. I watch her take in the scene before her. Unlike the last time we were like this, she maintains her composure. “Remove his gag.”
There’s a collection of ‘what the fuck’ looks shared between us all. Even Matt.
Is she fucking serious?
“Dean, we don’t have long.” She looks at me then back at him. “Please.”
I don’t give Dean my eyes because they’re firmly locked on Mollie, but I hear Matthew suck in air, clearly having had the cloth in his mouth removed.
“You?” he says, licking his lips.
“Yes. Me.” She looks up at Dean. “You can’t do this to him.”
He looks confused. “Yeah. I can,” Dean replies.
I growl on a sigh, giving Dean a light shake of my head that no one else sees. I know Mollie is worried about what Matthew could do; his lie to tell people she had something to do with the death of a kid. But I see the feigned innocence in his eyes. See the way he stays mute with fear. He’s just as scared that she could do the same to him.
“Do as they say,” Mollie tells him.
His eyes don’t leave her face. “Or what, Mollie?” he says, wriggling to a stand.
Dean’s hands remain on him, and I take a step closer.
“You know what.” I hear the waver of her voice .
Matthew smiles like an arrogant arsehole. “Is this what you do now? Mollie the golden child turned biker whore.”
My fist is flying through the air before he knows what’s coming. He slumps like a sack of shit, and again, it’s the small hand on my arm, begging me to stop that halts me from breaking his fucking face.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Mollie fires at him, “the local biker whore. But I don’t want this.” She pulls me back but I don’t look at her. I hate that she conceded to his term for her. She’s no whore. “Please, do as they say and it’s done.” Their eyes lock, an understanding running between them. I fucking hate it.
“It’ll never be done.”
I hit him again. “She said it’ll be done. Which is more than you fucking deserve.”
He laughs, grimacing. “What did she tell you?”
I go to speak, but she cuts me off. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I won’t be saying a word to anyone else, Matthew. And I mean anyone . You agree to their terms, you’ll never hear from me again. My father will never know what you did and the world can go on pretending that the sun shines from your fucking arse.”
We all wait. “Fine.”
Mollie’s immediately leaving the room. I’m following closely behind, checking the hall as Dean catches up with Mop.
“Get her outside.” I turn around once I see the coast is clear.
“Where the fuck are you going?”
I don’t answer. Opening the door forcefully, a dishevelled Matt looks me up and down, realising it’s just me and him now. I take purposeful steps, watching as his eyes widen the closer I get. Grabbing his shoulders, my forehead smashes into his nose, shattering the stuck-up thing to smithereens, blood instantly exploding as he falls to the table on his back.
Seizing his collar, I drag his heavy body up, my fists balled tight. I watch his eyes roll a few times before I start speaking. “You ever threaten anyone I care about again…” I pull out my knife and drag it down the side of his face, making him scream a curdled cry. “I’m going to gut you, then feed you to the fucking pigs.”
Streaks of crimson draw down his face. His teeth are bared, his eyes scrunched closed.
“Do you understand? ”
Matthew nods. Exhausted.
“Good. I’ll be in touch.” I shove him away and hotfoot it out the door. I see Mollie running to her car, Dean trudging behind her.
He signals to her and I know he’s telling her to go.
She does, pulling away fast as she can, the headlights illuminating the drive.
I make it to my bike and grab my helmet, then I follow in Mop and Dean’s wake, our trio tearing up the gravel behind Mollie’s car. Once we’re safely on the main roads, Dean goes up ahead, slowing next to the driver’s window. He gives her a nod, and I see her look back at me in the mirror.
In convoy, we’ve almost made it back to the clubhouse. Mollie hasn’t managed to tear her eyes from me, not even when she’s taken turns. At first, I assumed she was probably shaken from the events that just unfolded. But the longer I watch her behind the wheel, the more I can sense her fucking attitude. Call it intuition or whatever the fuck you want, but the longer we stare at each other, the more unimpressed she looks, and I’m feeling.
Taking the next turn, my suspicions are confirmed when she pulls the car to the right, blocking my path. I hit the brake, shaking my head, a devious smile breaking on my face. I shouldn’t be smiling, but if this is how she wants to play this. Then so be it. I shake my head, racing past her car.
She has to swerve so that she doesn’t hit me.
I pull up alongside Dean, motioning him closer.
He safely rides up alongside me, and I signal for him to carry on to the clubhouse. “Mop can take the coke to Elvis. I’ll catch up.” He gives me a thumbs up and that’s when I throw my bike into action. Leaving her behind, that little box she likes to drive doesn’t stand a chance of keeping up with my Forty-Eight.
I’m gone, leaving her to decide. I know she’ll follow. I know her rage with me is boiling. I’m glad because I’m right there with her. She should never have showed up at Matthew’s house.
Pulling over onto a side road, I keep the bike running while I wait.
True to Mollie, she finds me a few minutes later, her car screeching to a stop next to me.
I rub my eyes, feigning disinterest with her, but inside, I’m just waiting for her to step closer to me.
She rises from her car, slamming the door behind her. The whole thing wobbles it’s that old. It’s only now I notice she’s wearing my shirt, the front tucked into her jeans. I may be pissed, but she looks so fucking beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed, her face angry. My anger hasn’t died down. Neither has my dick, now pressing tight behind my jeans.
Making her way to the front of my bike, I know she’s keeping a barrier between us. As if that will help. Cute. Folding her arms, she stares, her deep, dark browns glowering at me.
Managing to take my eyes off her, I look down and cut the engine, knowing that by not giving her my full attention, she won’t be able to resist taking it. I mentally count down in my head. Three. Two. One. Got her.
She stomps to my side and in one swift move, I’m off my bike and have her in my hold. My hand on her nape squeezes, and she does everything to try and fight me. “I’m so fucking mad with you,” I whisper near her ear. My low voice reverberates through her body. I feel her shiver, see the goosebumps grace her lower arms where her sleeves are rolled back.
She scoffs so loud. But when I push my front into her back, it isn’t an angry jolt or a pull away. No. Mollie rolls her body into mine, her delicious arse pressing against my cock. I want to rip her jeans down and press her against my bike, fuck some sense into her. But that’s what she’s begging me for. The longer I can pretend I don’t want that, the longer I can keep pretending I hold the fucking power in this relationship.
Spinning her, I grip her chin. “You really messed up tonight.”
I get another scoff. “The way I see it, I got you out of a situation. Again!” She shouts the last word, pushing into my hold.
My lip pulls in the corner. “Maybe,” my fingers flex on her chin, “but that will be the last time, Mollie.”
“You mean you’re giving up on the club?”
“Don’t be smart, Baby Doll.”
“Thought I wasn’t allowed to be.”
My teeth grind together. I know she can see my temples twitching because the look she gives me is one of complete satisfaction. What she did tonight was fucking stupid. But if she hadn’t turned up when she did, we’d have been in the shit. We’d have got out of it, our way, but if I didn’t know it before, I know it now. I’d be lost without this woman. I look down wanting to wring her neck and at the same time, all I want to do is kiss her. Those plush lips are now begging me to take them .
Mollie pushes out her chest, seeing my eyes drop. Like a fucking tease, she then bites that lip. And if there was any fucking doubt that she has the power to cripple me, it’s gone.
“You make me feel fucking weak,” I tell her, desperate. Ravenous. My heart thumping.
Expecting her to challenge me, she does something that makes me fall even fucking harder. She pushes into me, her head tilting back, her mouth below mine. “Then make yourself feel strong.”
Fire dances in my veins. The blood sailing around my body makes my head feel light. “Don’t push me, baby,” I warn, knowing that a hard fuck is exactly what she’s asking for.
“I need you.”
My mind scatters. Hearing those words surges life to my already throbbing cock. She needs me. The woman who turned my world upside down, needs me. Whatever she wants she’ll get. Because any man could love her, but only I will have her heart, the exact fucking way that she has mine.
We collide, arms grappling with each other’s clothes, mouths twisting and screaming for more. Her hands work my belt whilst I undo her jeans and slide them down her legs with force, breaking our kiss only for a second. Then my mouth is back on her neck. I nip and suck, possessively leaving my mark as I grip her thighs, lifting her under her bum. Moving her French knickers to one side, it takes no time at all for me to be inside her.
Mollie throws her head back as I lower her onto me, making sure my base is flush with her. “Shit,” she cries out, before I withdraw and slam myself back inside her again. “Travis!”
She screams so loud, I cover her mouth, slipping two fingers down her throat as my hips begin their assault.
Forwards and backwards I drive, banging my cock hard and deep, my fingers around her body, gripping her with force. Her hold on me begins to ease the more I take from her, so I take a step forward, widening my legs and resting her arse on the saddle. We both look down, watching as I pull back, seeing my cock soaked in her arousal before I slowly push back inside. She feels so warm. So unbelievably made just for me. “Fuck, Mollie.” My cock twitches. I want to love her, but need to make this hard. I picture seeing her at the house and the way Matthew called her a whore.
That does it. I ram myself home, driving her head back to her shoulder blades again. She screams on a cry, and I do it again. “Watch,” I demand, needing her to watch as I take her.
She tries her hardest to drag her head forward, but each time my hips drive, I send her deeper into her pleasure.
“Fucking watch, Mollie!”
She heeds the tone of my voice as I ever so slightly ease off from drilling into her like some jacked up teen.
“Good girl,” I praise her, moving my hands to her raised legs and widening them, giving me the perfect view of her cunt. “Watch as I fuck what’s mine.”
Her head rolls to her chin and she pushes up on her hands that are only just holding her up behind her. She’s trembling, her hands gripping the leather saddle so tight, I see them turning white.
“Do you want to come, baby?”
“Yes,” she moans, watching as I begin working up my pace. Both of us watch as I fuck her, my hips meticulous with their movements.
My next roll grinds into her, hard. “Will you scream for me?” I ask, my voice hoarse. I’m working myself into state, watching as she takes all of me like it’s nothing.
“Yes, Travis. Please!”
Her please is my undoing. My hips start bucking, each thrust, every drive making my balls tighten. And I come. Burying my cock as deep as I can, I come so fucking hard, I’m momentarily blinded. My vison blurs, my legs feel suddenly weak.
It’s only when Mollie begins rolling her hips do I drag my eyes open and look down. She’s breathless, teetering on the edge of breaking. Her orgasm mere seconds away from completely tearing through her.
“I’ve got you, baby,” I tell her completely out of breath, my lungs dragging in any oxygen I can find. I bite down on my teeth, determined to make sure she gets off. “Take what you need from me.”
Fuck, the sensation in my cock surpasses anything I’ve ever felt before. My legs quiver, my dick begins to feel numb.
Mollie’s hips begin to quicken, making me tense, but I’ll be damned if she goes unsatisfied. Never going to happen. Ripping open my shirt she’s wearing, I lift up her t-shirt and drag down her bra, freeing her nipple. Then I suck it into my mouth, rolling it between my teeth. I lick and I suck, forcing her pussy to begin tightening around my cock. It’s sensitive, but watching her float into a blissful state is so fucking out of this world. I’ll never get sick of seeing it. Will never tire from giving her everything I’ve got. “Come for me, baby.”
And she does. With another bite of her nipple, she shatters, her body unable to stay upright. I hold her, pushing myself deeper as her hips continue to roll on my cock. “I,” she starts, her voice so dry. “I love you, biker boy.”
The smile on my face when she drags her head to look at me makes her smile, too. “You make me so mad.”
A grin breaks out on her face. “You love me.” Her cheeks then puff out as she catches her breath. One strand of her hair is stuck to her cheek as she smiles at me.
“More than I did yesterday. And the day before that.” It’s never ending. The feeling infinite.
I brush the hair off her face, feeling my phone starting to vibrate in my cut. Still inside her, I pull it out, seeing it’s Rocco. I hit the green button. “Prez.”
Mollie looks at me, her eyes sleepy and relaxed. Sated. She looks hot.
“Clubhouse. Now.”
I stare straight into Mollie’s eyes. She knows. Can tell by my expression Rocco’s already found out about her being there. “On our way.”
His heavy breath hits my ear hard. “Oh good. She’s with you.”
Fuck. Hanging up, I pull Mollie into my arms, slipping out of her and standing straight. “We’re in trouble, baby,” I tell her, jiggling my jeans as I put my cock away. “Shit.” Looking down, the inside of Mollie’s legs are stained with red. “Did I hurt you?” My hands are back on her.
“No.” She begins pulling up her jeans. She’s covered in blood, my cum also coating her inner thighs. “My period,” she says meekly.
“Oh, baby. What can I do?”
“Take me home.” She stands to her feet, adjusting her jeans.
With I sigh, I say, “No can do. Rocco wants us both at the clubhouse.”
Mollie turns to look at me.
“Seems like your little stunt didn’t go down too well.”
I take the eye roll she gives me because she spins on her heels, giving me a perfect view of her arse as she walks away. “Try not to run me off the road this time, baby.”
Looking back at me, she keeps walking backwards as she blows me a kiss. It knocks me for six. Mollie is everything to me. Every desire, every hope, every dream I have.
Her blood. The stains. It makes my smile drop and my brain swoop, remembering her dream.
Could I have a kid?