Chapter 22 Maverick
Thank fuck the rain finally stopped. If you told me a month ago that I would be not only fucking a girl in the rain but also telling her I loved her, I would have laughed my ass off.
But, here I was at one of the most sentimental places I had with the woman who had been driving me crazy since the first moment I laid eyes on her.
I watched her try and put her soaked jeans on and grimace at the awful feeling. She caught me staring at her and I laughed.
I heard my phone ring in my pocket and I pulled it out. Thankfully, I had a waterproof case.
“What?” I said into the phone.
“Uh,” Crash said back to me. “The prospects just pulled up in the van and they had a fucking guy with his face beat in knocked out in the back. He matches the description of Preacher.”
“What do you mean they just fucking pulled up?” I said with the anger prevalent in my voice. “Did they not think to call us first?”
Crash laughed into the phone. “Said he spotted them and tried to run. You know Blake, always down for a fucking fight.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. “I’ll be there in an hour. You know what to do.”
I clicked to end the call, and saw Thea staring up at me, trying to decipher my conversation. I just wrapped my arm around her shoulders and started to lead her back to my bike.
Despite the prospects being fucking idiots, I was actually happy that we finally got a lead on the dealer. Let’s hope this prick was actually Preacher and not some fiend at the wrong place at the wrong time. Either way, once he woke up strapped down in our basement, I was going to get some answers.
***
“What do we know?” I asked my brothers, Crash, Hollywood and Ares as we stood in our basement.
Under the clubhouse, we had some small dingy rooms that some would say resembled a prison, but the jury was out on that one.
In front of us sat a bloodied man strapped to a steel chair.
He was passed out again and sitting in only his boxers.
“You’re not going to like this, Prez,” Crash said. I looked up at him eager for his response. “He’s got a Sons of Sorrow marker on his back.”
It felt like a gut punch, but things were finally starting to make sense. We knew not all of the Sons were dead. Those pussies ran to the hills when they couldn’t get to us, but to have them back, stepping into my territory, words couldn’t describe the fury that ran through my body.
“Wake him up,” I said to Ares, and he walked over to the hose and turned it on, spraying cold water all over the piece of shit until he finally started gasping for air.
“Have a good nap, you piece of shit?” I asked him and he turned his head so his swollen eyes could try and make me out. We kept the basement dark on purpose. The only light came from two tiny wall lamps by the door.
“About time you showed up, Bane. My feelings were starting to get hurt.”
“Who are you?” I said, ignoring the idiot’s taunting. There was no way he was getting out of here alive, so his words didn’t serve any purpose to me.
“Preacher,” he said. “We had a bet going how long it would take you idiots to figure out it was us fucking with you. No one thought it would take this long. I’m not telling you shit, so you might as well kill me.”
At that, I laughed. “I wonder if that ever actually worked for stupid fucks like you.” Grabbing a knife from the desk, I walked over to him and bent down towards his face. “We both know you’re going to die here, Preacher. It’s up to you to decide how long and how painful that death is going to be.”
Before he could say anything, I used the knife to saw off his left ear.
His gut-wrenching screams filled the room as he begged for mercy, but luckily it was soundproof.
“Listen,” I said, throwing his ear into his lap.
I heard the boys behind start laughing. Hollywood sounded like he was about to piss himself.
“I won’t show you mercy,” I said to him. “You can ask your god for that when you meet him. Until then, you’re stuck with me.”
“I don’t know anything,” Preacher bellowed in between sobs.
“You like bets don’t you? I bet you three fingers and four toes that you do,” I said, gesturing to the desk. Ares handed me some pliers and I watched as Preacher’s eyes got big. “Want to bet?”
Ares walked over and extended his leg out as I attached the pliers around his pinky toe. He screamed and tried to kick his foot from Ares’ grasp, but he was unsuccessful. I squeezed down on the pliers until I heard the crack and break of his toe as it flopped to the ground.
“That’s one,” I said. “Six more to go.”
Two hours had passed. We each took turns torturing the fuck out of this guy, and I was almost sure that he wouldn’t tell us anything, but, when Ares threatened to cut off his dick and shove it in the ear I cut off, he finally caved.
“Carson,” he screamed. “We have a small warehouse in Carson that we work out of. That’s all I know. Only officers stay at the clubhouse. We just meet up at the warehouse for church.”
“Why drugs?” I asked.
“Because,” he said, spitting on the ground. “We’re sending a message. Times are different now. This is the new world order and once we take over, shit ain’t gonna be nothing like how you fuckers run it.”
I took a minute to process the information he told me. I grabbed onto Ares’ shoulder and said, “Get the meeting details and then kill him.”
He nodded, and proceeded to walk over to him.
Screams followed me out as I walked up the stairs.
I needed a hot shower and my girl. With the Sons being back on our asses, things were about to change.
We had a war on our hands and I couldn’t fight back this nagging feeling that we weren’t the ones in charge.
***
I sat in my office after getting off a conference call with the other local chapter presidents. I needed them on high alert if we were going to war and needed back up. I heard a knock at my door and I shouted for whoever it was to come in.
To my surprise, it was Thea. She looked stunning, like she always did. She was wearing one of my Martyr T-shirts for our towing business and black leggings. She was swimming in the shirt, and I felt a sense of pride as I looked at the gorgeous girl that was wearing my clothes.
“I guess I finally have the chance to see your books now,” she joked, referring to when we first met. She walked over to my desk and sat on top of it, facing me.
“You have no idea how many times I thought about fucking you on my desk,” I said as I leaned in to kiss her. She kissed me back through her beautiful chuckle.
“I came in here to check on you, not to be slutted out,” Thea responded and poked a finger into my chest to softly push me away.
“Check on me?”
“Yeah. You got the strange call and then Anna forced me to watch movies with her all day.”
I had asked Anna to cover for me while I handled the idiot down in the basement and then showered.
We hadn’t talked much about club business or how ugly it could get, but I was concerned she’d run if she knew the whole truth.
I saw the way she looked at me when I roughed Marcus up, and it was almost as if she was scared of me.
I didn’t want to take any chances, so I had Anna distract her.
I knew eventually we’d have to talk about club business and how bad it could get, especially with a war brewing, but I wanted to be selfish and hold on to this version of her a little longer.
“I’m good,” I said, pecking her lips. “Thanks for asking.”
I grabbed her hips and slid her down so she’d be sitting directly in front of me.
I loved the little squeal she made as I gripped the sides of her leggings and took them off, one leg at a time.
I moved her closer once again. She was propped up on her elbows and her legs were spread open, giving me the perfect access to her already glistening pussy.
“Now I’m even better,” I said as I dipped my head to kiss the inside of each of her thighs.
“Maverick,” she moaned out and I felt my dick get even harder. Fuck, I loved the way she said my name, I love it even more when she moaned it as she was coming.
“Yes, sweetheart?” I asked as I dipped my tongue to give her a quick lap at her pussy. Her body tensed and I repeated it once more. She knew what I wanted. I wanted to hear my sexy-ass girl beg me to make her cum on my tongue.
“Please,” she heaved deep breaths. “Please lick my pussy.”
“That’s my girl,” I groaned. “Keep your eyes on me or I stop. Okay?”
She shook her head yes, and I smirked at her before burying my face deep into her sex, licking her clit, ravenously.
Thea’s moans increased as she fought harder and harder to not close her eyes.
We continued to make eye contact, and I removed my mouth so I could slide two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy.
Fuck, I don’t think I could ever get over how fucking perfect her pussy feels.
My dick was definitely jealous of my fingers as it pressed hard against my jeans.
“Good girl,” I said, thrashing my fingers in and out of her. “Let me see those beautiful eyes as you come on my face.”
As my tongue lapped at her pussy, keeping up with my fingers, I watched her come undone on my tongue and cry out my name.
I’m sure the whole club could hear her, but fuck if I cared.
I swear, I’ve never watched anything more beautiful than watching Thea Blake climax.
I let her ride out her orgasm as I placed gentle kisses on her now sensitive clit.
“Remind me to check on you in here more often,” she huffed and I smiled.
“Turn around so I can stick my cock in you, baby.”
Standing off of the desk, she began to bend over as I went to unzip my jeans. A knock at the door stopped me from taking my dick out.
“What?” I yelled at whatever asshole was interrupting me.
“It’s Circuit,” the voice answered. “Got some info for you, Prez.”
I groaned and Thea laughed.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Go handle business, Prez.”
She started pulling her leggings back up and as she turned around, I slapped her ass.
“Won’t be getting any business done if you call me that again.”
She rolled her eyes and I opened the door, revealing a very embarrassed Circuit. I fought back my smile as he looked between me and her, knowing he just interrupted me. Thea gave him an exaggerated salute and walked out of the room.
Fuck, I love that girl.