Chapter 9
Not all storms come to disrupt your life, some come to clear your path. - positivekarma
P lague
I lean closer, inhaling deeply. Her cunt smells so goddamn good, I can feel my tip seeping precum for the chance to finally be inside her. Everything inside me wants to flip her over again and slam deep, but I’m determined to stretch this out and bring her multiple orgasms before taking my own pleasure in her.
I can’t remember ever wanting another woman as badly as I do her. I meant what I said outside, this is more for me too, not just about fucking her. I won’t lie and say it’s not a big part of it, because it is, but Lacey means a helluva lot more to me than just burying my cock in a new piece of snatch.
She’s shaking, her warm, curvy body over mine as she attempts to hold the brunt of her weight off of me. She doesn’t get it; I want to feel her everywhere. I think she’s absolutely stunning and her thick thighs only make me crave to have my head between them as much as possible. Rather than reprimand her, I nip at her right thigh, then suck, leaving more marks behind. Damn near half of her neck is covered in a dark hickey, marking her as mine. I don’t need to mark her, though. Every brother in this place can easily see she’s not open for sharing or touching. That she’s mine. Property vote and all. One day maybe I’ll tell her how she already belongs to me.
“Fucking delicious, baby doll. Christ, you make me so goddamn hungry. Your pussy all pink and pretty, glistening wet, needing my mouth to clean up the messes you make.”
She moans, the sound going straight to my dick. I think the fucker may break off soon if she doesn’t shove me in her mouth and start to suck like a good little girl.
My ringtone blasts into the room, the sound more prominent thanks to overcharged senses. The only other noises are heavy breathing and the sweet sounds Lacey makes at my touch. The alert has my body growing stiff for an entirely different reason. Of all the times for the fucking thing to ring, it has to be right when I’m about to dive into my woman’s pussy. Is the world against me sinking my cock inside her or something? Every time I get close, something happens.
“Fuck!” I swear and carefully roll her so she’s lying beside me as I hop up.
“No, don’t you dare answer that phone!” I keep walking and she huffs, “I mean it, Asher, I need you. Leave it.”
“Any other time and I’d toss it against the wall, but I can’t today,” I grumble, more frustrated than she can imagine. I’ve wanted her sprawled and naked on me for longer than she has any clue about.
“Yeah?” I bark into the phone, impatient and growing angry at the world’s cruel joke of unending interruptions.
“Mr. Plague?”
I immediately straighten and tune into the unfamiliar voice, the formal tone, already alerting me to the fact this call is what I’ve been impatiently waiting for. “This is Plague, who’s speaking?”
I watch as Lacey heads into the bathroom. The shower turns on and then the shower curtain being pulled to the side as she gets in tells me this conversation is about to be somewhat private and I’m glad because I have no idea what this fucker is about to say. I want a minute to process if Seth’s already met the reaper before I have to tell his sister she’ll never see him again.
“Carlos Montoya, associate to Draco Sanchez. You wanted to reach us?”
“Didn’t have a choice. I think you have a friend of mine, and I need him back.”
His amused chuckle carries over the line, igniting my temper, but I manage to keep it in check somehow to get through this call. “Which friend is this? We know a lot of people.”
He’s toying with me, and it makes me want to rip my knife through his gut in response. Stupid cartel motherfucker. “Seth Murphy. He does… trading.” I clear my throat, implying it’s not the only thing he’s into, not that I need to explain anything. I have no doubt in my mind Carlos Montoya knows everything Seth is into and has been the one to get him into this mess in the first place.
“I’ll have to ask around, like I said, we deal in a lot of people.”
I’m sure they do. Women and children, if I had to bet. I grab the first clean pair of jeans I find, tugging them on. “I’d appreciate a status update on him and a location. Pretty sure he needs me to pick him up.”
“Yeah, biker? You got a car somewhere that I missed? I’ve only seen that shiny motorcycle you and your chick like to ride around on. Lacey Murphy’s her name, correct?”
This. Mother. Fucker.
“Glad you know who you’re dealing with,” I respond instead of feeding into his lowly veiled threat. Let him send some men; I will slaughter them and return them home in bloody bags to show him he’s not going to intimidate me where Lacey’s concerned.
Grabbing my cut, I tug it on and slip my feet into a pair of flip-flops. I’m not riding, just heading out to speak to my brothers about the call. I want to see if Angel has noticed anyone poking around the club and Ripper damn sure needs to know this new development. The shower shuts off as I slip out the door, the noises from the bar carrying into the hallway, but it’s not too loud to block this asshole’s next words out.
“Join me at our Dallas club. Maybe he’ll still be breathing…maybe he won’t.”
“I need an address and time,” I grit, ready to put my fist through this guy’s face.
“You’ll get a text,” he mutters and hangs up.
Fucking prick.
I stuff my phone in my pocket and hastily stride to my brothers. “He finally called.”
“When?” Blow questions.
“Just hung up with him.” I take my phone out and pull up the number he called from, handing it to Angel. “Need to know if anyone’s been sniffing around the club or any feed picked up vehicles following us outside the property.” Turning to Prez, I share, “Fucker knew what my bike looks like and that Lacey’s been on the back of it with me.”
“Goddamn it,” he hisses, taking a hefty swig from his longneck. “Church first thing, again. We need to be vigilant, the cartel does not fuck around.”
“I warned Viking, he said Exterminator was at the border and would keep an eye out so they know the cartel is lurking in our territory too.”
He nods, “Good. If they believe the cartel could be moving in with possible heroin distribution, Viking will have his brothers on them in a heartbeat, pulling some of the heat off of us.”
I didn’t want to get my club involved in this mess. I was planning on handling it myself, but this turn of events has included my brothers whether I wanted it to or not. If these people have been watching me and Lacey, then they no doubt have my bothers and probably the compound in their sights too.
“And your friend?” Whiskey questions.
With a shrug, I admit, “He hinted at him being alive but wants me to go to their club in Dallas. Mentioned Seth may be breathing or not.”
A loud gasp rings out behind me, and I spin around, finding a freshly showered Lacey close enough to have heard me. Her eyes instantly fill with tears, and I quietly swear to myself. I flash a glower at the brothers for not telling me she was coming up behind me, then turn back to her. I gesture for her to come to me, “It’s okay, Jailbait. I’m going to get him back.”
Her lip trembles as emotion fills her. “B-but you just said the person who called told you my brother may be dead.”
It takes everything in me not to shrug my shoulders. He was my best friend for many years, but I’ve learned in life to shut my heart down in a lot of aspects. “These are dangerous men, Lacey.”
“You’re dangerous! It’s why I came to you! I knew you’d be angry and help me no matter if my brother was going to be hurt or not. I-I want you to get Seth back, Asher. I need you to save my brother.”
My jaw clenches as I grind my teeth together. “Plague, Lacey. I’m not Asher anymore.”
She huffs, tossing her hands up. “I respect you being Plague at your club, but to me you’ll always be Asher…because Asher was always meant to be mine. You’re mine,” she says with so much fervor, tears running over her cheeks that I can’t help but tug her to my chest and wrap my arms around her trembling body as she begins to sob. “It’s too much, all of this is too much for me to handle.”
“I know, baby,” I whisper into her hair and kiss the top of her head. I hold her tightly, letting her find comfort in my strength. She’s young and scared, my sweet, pampered princess doing everything she can to be strong for her family and hold her shit together. I should’ve known she’d break at some point, that it’d be too much for her tender heart to go through and come out unscathed in the process.
Someone shoves a shot at me and rather than take it for myself, I lift it to her lips. She attempts to push my hand away, but I don’t budge, forcing the glass to tip up so she has to drink or else spill the deep ember liquor. It’s whiskey, too harsh for my soft woman, but a few will do her some good, make her nerves calm a bit. Setting the glass on the bar, I nod to Manic, silently ordering him to give me another. I make him hand me refills twice over, getting Lacey to down three of them before I shoot the fourth myself. The burn carries a tingle through my chest as it hits my stomach, the liquor calling to the side of me that prefers to bury any emotions I may be having.
Not tonight. I can’t get too smashed when I have this much riding on me. She continues to sob quietly to the point I feel her tears on my shirt. “Go to the room. You need to lie down, there’s too much noise for you.” Her irises meet mine and I swear me ordering her away breaks her heart all over again, but I need a minute to catch my breath. She drops her arms, releasing me and stepping back. Her movements are wooden, driving the knife deeper in my chest as she spins around and heads for my room without sparing me a backward glance.
“I want to burn the whole fucking world down for her. Ride to Dallas, hunt the motherfucker down, and make him give me her brother back until she thinks I’m her fucking hero again,” I admit to the men on the barstools around me and standing beside me. We’re in our own circle, and after witnessing Lacey crumble, my brothers stayed next to me to offer her their silent support should she want it.
“You love her,” Ripper states and I don’t deny it. I think a part of me has always loved her, it’s just evolved over the years into a different kind of love.
“Angel will find them if they’ve been around the club,” Whiskey claims, reminding me that I’m not alone in this. That they all have my back.
Blow takes a sip of his beer, saying, “If your buddy’s dead, we have two options.” The brothers all train their attention on him, as they already know I want violence. “We can get tangled up in hunting them down to exact our own vigilante justice, or I can let my ol’ lady know it was the cartel who had him and have her office start causing problems for them. I think I speak for all of us when I say the choice is yours.”
Shaking my head, I stare them all down, from one brother to the next as I say, “They threatened my ol’ lady, told her they’d be back for her. He knew her name when we spoke…I plan to kill him and as many of his fucking soldiers I can get to.”
Powerhouse nods, putting his fist out, and I bump mine into it. “Count me in, been too long since I bashed some skulls in.”
“You have a plan, or you want one?” Ripper asks rather than tells me what to do next. This is his club; he could toss down the orders, but he’s being my true brother and letting me tell them what I want and how I want it all to go down.
“He’s going to text me a time and the club’s address. I plan to go in loaded down and light them the fuck up.”
Angel returns as I say it, grinning at my short, violent plan. “I’ll do some recon on their clubs, see what I can find out about entrances, exits, bouncers—how many are armed.”
Ripper nods his approval. “And the feed around the clubhouse?”
“Lunatic and Wrench are reviewing it now. They were already in there fixing some wiring to the new cameras we installed to replace the old ones damaged in the last storm.”
“Fucking Texas and the hurricanes, toss in tornadoes, and hail, now add in the cartel,” Whiskey scoffs, downing the remainder of his beer.
Powerhouse scratches the side of his face as he thinks, then finally says, “We should go in masked up. If Angel can get recon inside and your woman’s brother isn’t there, we should go in hard, shoot them up like it’s a rival gang so the feds don’t think it’s an MC but someone pissed over their drugs.”
“And speaking of drugs,” Ripper cuts in. “If you find anything worthwhile, you take their shit. We can repackage it as ours and resell it down here. Let’s fuck them where it hurts, not only by killing their soldiers but by taking their source of income. Show the cartel they need to stay the fuck out of Texas.”
“I want to kill the fuckers who beat on Lacey’s door and were following us.”
“Get the feeds from her apartment. You know that place has to have security cameras,” Blow suggests.
I’m an idiot and should’ve thought of that sooner. I was too blinded by the thought of getting inside her pussy, I wasn’t seeing things clearly. I should’ve involved my brothers from the start with my plan instead of attempting to handle it all on my own.
“I’m talking masks on, storming the place, with guns blazing. You all are down for that? It will be dangerous; we could get shot. I can’t ask this from you guys.” We should be hashing this out in Church like Ripper said, but I’m too pissed to think about that right now.
“Shut the fuck up,” Ripper rumbles. “Of course we’re with you, this is what we do for the club and for each other. If anyone isn’t on board, they wouldn’t be wearing our patch.” He’s a good president.
The brothers echo his statement, solidifying the plan to cause a little havoc in these cartel assholes’ lives. House nods towards the back where our rooms are, saying, “Go to her, brother. She’ll need you right now. She’s scared.”
“I don’t know what to say to make it better for her.”
“Tell her that if he’s alive, you’ll bring him home. That if he’s dead, you’ll avenge him. But mostly, just tell her you love her.”
My frame stiffens all over again at his words, my chest growing tight. I glance around at each face to see the brothers lacking their teasing, shit-talking expressions. They’re serious, and obviously okay with what he’s just said aloud. They did vote her in on being my ol’ lady, but did they do it because they know I want to protect her, or because they believe I’m in love with her? How could they tell before I started to come to terms with it myself?
“Hold your woman,” Whiskey orders, and my throat feels a bit more dryer than normal.
They all know I love her, and they aren’t trying to talk me out of it or give me any shit over it. But what should I have expected? They’re my brothers and any true friend should want you to be happy, to find love, to discover your forever and the reason for you to keep breathing in this shithole place called life.
Slamming down the next shot I’m offered, I set the empty glass on the bar top and take my leave. Tomorrow will be a busy day of plotting and planning, so I know I need to attempt to get some rest. I doubt sleep will come easy with everything on my mind, but the liquor should help on that front.