Chapter Sixteen. #2
“As of an hour ago, arrests were made, including the former President, Vice-President, director of the FBI, Homeland Security, and other officials.
Their charges are numerous and include treason, obstruction of justice, tampering with evidence, conspiracy to murder, aiding and abetting, and others. More arrests are happening as we speak.
“I stand before you, your servant. I gave you an oath six months ago that I wouldn’t tolerate injustice and cover-ups.
Those who lived through this American War have our heartfelt sympathies.
My words and deeds can’t change what happened or bring the dead back.
All I can do is ensure it never happens again while I live.
This is a promise I give to you, and should I fail, you may strip my rank and titles, lock me up and throw away the key. Good day to you all.”
Winslow stepped off the podium and exited. Stunned silence filled the room before people began shouting questions and rushing out to report this.
Drake stared at the TV for a long time, turned on his heel and left the clubhouse. Phoe raced out, and Ace stiffly faced us.
“We’ll visit another day,” he muttered and walked out.
“That’s going to hit Rage MC hard,” Inglorious said as Artemis hurried out after her husband.
“Yeah. But they’re not responsible,” I replied.
“Some of the blame lies with them. They lost track of Fury; he was able to hide from Rage for years, all the while plotting and planning. The war came because Fury wanted Rage MC back. He thought he was entitled to it, and we bled for that.”
Inglorious’s eyes took on a faraway look, and Nanci slid under his arm. “Come on, lover, you ought to talk to someone.”
Inglorious nodded and let Nanci lead him away. Razor sank into his chair. There was no sign of Chill yet.
“What do you need?” I asked Razor.
“Nothing,” he said blankly.
“Brother—”
“Nah, I’m managing. Just give me time, Vortex,” Razor replied.
Being helpless wasn’t something I was used to, and then Amy slid under my arm. Her eyes gazed up at me, true belief in me shining in them, and she smiled.
“They know you’re there. Let them come to you,” she murmured, and I nodded.
“Okay.” I wrapped my arms around her and held on tight. The bombshell today would have repercussions not just across our state. Many would be affected. Damn Fury’s black heart to hell.
Amy – Two days later.
“What are you doing?” I asked as Chill stared at a piece of paper. He snatched it back before I could read it, and it piqued my curiosity.
“Nothing.”
“Liar. Show me.”
“No, go away,” Chill snapped and made shooing motions at me.
“I’ll call Vortex,” I threatened, and Chill glared.
“I’m working.”
“Double lie!” I exclaimed and yanked out my phone.
Chill snarled and slid it over to me. I read it, puzzled. “You write poetry?”
“Yes, now give it back.”
“Is this a secret?”
“Seriously? Amy, can you imagine what that lot would say if they knew?” Um, Chill did have a point.
“Chill, this is good,” I replied, tapping the paper. He snatched and shoved it in his pocket.
“You don’t tell a soul.”
“I promise,” I swore.
“Tell anyone what?” Bow asked from behind.
Chill floundered, and I stepped in to cover it up. “Chill was helping me.”
Bow’s brows drew together. “Doing what?”
“None of your business, it’s a surprise for Vortex.”
“Yeah, detail, Amy,” Bow demanded. He looked really suspicious.
“I wanted to write him a poem, but I’m crap and Chill’s even worse.”
“Hey! I wasn’t that bad!” Chill took offence. His eyes gleamed as he realised what I was doing. Oh, he owed me after this.
“What did you come up with?” Bow asked, and I prepared myself.
Chill was gearing up. “Roses are red, violets are blue, just suck on my toes, while I slide on in.”
Bow’s mouth opened and then closed. He repeated his actions, his face filled with pure disbelief.
“What?” Chill demanded. “That’s a classic.”
“Classic what?” Bow exploded.
“What’s going on?” Inglorious asked, approaching.
“Poetry,” Chill declared.
“Insanity,” Bow said at the same time.
“Chill’s helping me,” I spoke, and Inglorious looked between the three of us. He studied us carefully before spearing Chill with a glance.
“Out with it.”
“Don’t ask him to recite that again!” Bow growled out.
“Say what?” Nanci asked, popping up.
“Chill’s offence against poetry,” Bow retorted.
“Oh, I love a good poem. Go on, Chill.”
“Roses are red, violets are blue, just suck on my toes, while I slide on in,” Chill replied.
Inglorious’s mouth copied what Bow’s did as I swallowed a laugh. Bow looked pained, while Nanci wore a confused look.
“Is that possible?”
“Nanci!” Inglorious said, sounding strangled.
Nanci’s attention was on Chill, but she had mine. She cocked her head to the side, and I saw her trying to figure out the logistics of that. Now she had me going too, and I was attempting to figure it out.
“If you lay down to suck toes while doing reverse cowgirl, you’ll break their dick,” I murmured.
Nanci nodded. “Even as bendy as I am, that would take some figuring out,” she replied.
“We couldn’t bend the leg because the knee doesn’t go that way.”
“Nope. That’s a hell of an arched back not to snap their cock.”
“How about…” I began, and then shook my head. “No, that wouldn’t work.”
“What wouldn’t?” Vortex asked, approaching with Joe.
“I’m trying to figure out how I can suck your toes while you slide it in.”
Vortex’s eyes bugged out. “What?”
“The back entrance?” Nanci mused.
Now Inglorious looked interested, and I giggled.
“No, that would still break their cock,” I decided.
Joe and Vortex covered their cocks.
“What the fuck is wrong with you people?” Joe wailed.
“Why are you trying to figure this shit out?” Vortex demanded.
“Chill said the rhyme, and Nanci and I want to know if it’s possible,” I replied.
“This is worse than the porn fest!” Joe bellowed.
“Who’s making porn?” King asked, looking confused as he approached.
“There are no porn films!” Inglorious roared, and I began giggling.
“If you ban porn from the clubhouse, we’ve got issues!” Hercules stated.
“How would it work with the size of your cock?” I asked Vortex.
Nanci turned to me and then eyes Vortex’s groin. He covered it again and moved out of Inglorious’s reach as he became murderous.
“You don’t stare at my VP’s cock!” he growled at Nanci.
“Dude, that thing needs a fuckin’ warning sign hanging on it,” Nanci retorted.
Vortex backed away as his brothers spun toward him.
“How big are you?” Hercules demanded.
“I’m not answering that!” Vortex spat.
“Brother, I’ve got nine inches. No way are you beating that,” Hercules boasted.
“Ten at least, maybe eleven,” Nanci replied.
“Shut the fuck up!” Joe howled, and I grinned.
Oh, this was such fun.
“I have to have a bath after sex so I can walk again,” I said, and Vortex eyed me balefully.
“I’m cutting you off,” he threatened.
“No fuckin’ way is he larger than me!” Hercules denied.
“Way bigger,” Nanci disagreed.
“How the hell would you know what Hercules’s cock looks like?” Inglorious snarled, eyeing Hercules and his hand going to his gun.
“I haven’t fucked her! Nanci’s not my type!” Hercules proclaimed.
“Why not? I’m beautiful, fit, bendy, I’m great in bed, ain’t I, babe?” Nanci snapped.
“Yup,” Inglorious agreed.
“Then why wouldn’t you want to screw me?” Nanci demanded.
Inglorious drew his weapon, and Hercules swallowed hard. “Fuck the lot of you, I’ve the biggest dick,” he snarled and strode off.
“Did you enjoy messing with him?” Inglorious asked, putting the gun away.
“Yup, he’ll break his back to keep on my good side for a week or two,” she said.
“You’re all fuckin’ insane,” Joe stated and walked off. “I need a damn beer!”
Chill winked at me. Mission accomplished.