Chapter 24 Sloan
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Sloan
Iwatch the laptop as the camera pointed at the Hell Hounds’ clubhouse shows Dean and Slade follow Victor inside. Since the camera is mounted on Dean's Chopper, Mac and I can't see what's happening for the next hour. So, we both let out an audible sigh when Victor leads them back outside.
“Sorry about the brawl,” Victor says to Dean. “Dane has been trying to find a way to stage a coo against me for ages. I'll take care of him. I don't want this…” He waves his hand around. “Mess to interrupt our arrangement.”
“Keep your dogs out of my clubs,” Dean says as he wipes blood from his swollen lip. “And we can stay straight. I've got a new shipment coming in next month. Grade A shit. I'll put you at the top of the buyers list if you want in.”
“That's my boy.” Victor balls up his fist and punches Dean in the shoulder playfully.
“Not your fucking boy,” Dean snarls as he pulls a gun from behind his back and presses the barrel to Victor's forehead. “The next time I see a Hound near anything I own, I'll kill the whole fucking lot of you.” He shoves his arm forward, pushing Victor's head back. “You fucking got me?”
Slade stands to the side and watches with one hand on his own gun as Victor lets out a loud laugh.
“Damn, son,” Victor says as he steps back. “I got you. I'd have tried harder to recruit you if I knew you had this side.”
“Never gonna happen,” Dean says as he tucks the gun back in its holster.
“Clearly,” Victor agrees. “I'll keep my men out of your clubs until this cools down.”
“Keep them out of Thorngrove, period,” Slade snarls, speaking for the first time.
Victor nods as his grin drops before turning to walk back inside.
“We can't ride all the way back home like this,” Slade says, looking down at his black clothes.
“I've got a place,” Dean tells him. “Follow me.”
When they start the engines of their motorcycles, Mac presses the button to silence the speakers before turning to face me with a furrowed brow. When he meets my wide smile, he tilts his head in confusion.
“It doesn't bother you that your man just held a gun to another man's face?” he asks, looking at me like I'm hysterical.
“It's not like he shot him.” I shrug. “And even if he did, Victor's a prick.”
Mac barks out a laugh. “You really are perfect for each other. Double fucking trouble.”
I keep my eyes on the screen until Dean and Slade park at what I’m guessing is Dean's club in Cherokee Falls and going inside a back door.
Thirty minutes later, they come out in different clothes, and both have wet hair like they just got out of a shower.
Dean laughs when Slade complains about his shirt being too tight and his pants too short before they get back on their bikes.
Mac and I watch, flipping between the two windows as the road rushes under them and their dots on the map bring them closer to home. When they pull off the highway, my phone chimes with a text.
Almost home. Stay on lockdown until I get there.
Sloan
I know where you are, Dick.
I hear him chuckle through the speakers on the laptop as the ellipses bounce on my screen.
I've got your dick…and I'm going to use it to punish that smart mouth when I get there.
I laugh as the view of the camera shows him moving again, and I keep my eyes on the screen as he weaves through the mountain roads until he's pulling his Chopper into the shed out back. I bounce on my feet as I wait for the notification that he's cancelled the lockdown.
As soon as he steps through the door, I run to him and jump into his waiting arms.
“Get the fuck out, Mac,” Dean says between ravishing kisses. “You don't want to see what's about to happen.”
“Got that,” Mac chuckles. “I told her the same thing about what you were doing tonight. But her hardheaded ass watched the whole time anyway.”
When the door closes after Mac steps out, Dean sets me on my feet and takes my face in his hands, holding my gaze.
“You watched me ride?” he asks.
“I watched it all,” I tell him. “I wanted to be with you even if I wasn't physically with you.”
“You saw…” He steps away from me and runs a hand through his hair. ‘Fuck!”
“Dean, stop freaking out,” I tell him. “You did what you had to do. I was pissed that you left me behind, not knowing if you were coming back. I'm still pissed that you ordered me on lockdown. But nothing you did tonight changes the way I feel about you.”
“Yeah?” He takes a step forward. “And how do you feel about me, Sloan?”
“I…” I step forward until my chest touches his. “I love you, Dean.”
“I love you too,” he rasps out before dropping his lips to mine. “I want you so fucking bad, but I'm so wound up on adrenaline from tonight, I'm scared of hurting you.”
“Then, fucking hurt me, because I need you to show me how much you love me.” I jump, forcing him to catch me as I attack his mouth with mine.