CHAPTER 22
*~* Breaker *~*
Sneaky, sneaky, Molly. As soon as she’s gone to work I’m going to sort out that room so she can’t lock me out. That’ll get her sass showing I’m sure. I love to see her riled up. It has her cheeks pinking, eyes sparkling, and she does not realize she sticks her chest out when she’s pissed off.
Walking into the clubhouse, I head straight for Whack's office. A message sent to all officers early this morning has every one of us meeting with Whack. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I’m guessing it has to do with the trip the women took into town yesterday.
I never spoke to Molly last night after she got back and barricaded herself inside her bedroom. Maybe something has happened that will bring us nearer to catching the bitch.
Taking a seat on one side of Whack’s office, I wait for him to start the meeting. The door is closed, and prospect Mateo is on guard. He’s a good prospect and will make a brilliant brother when the time comes.
“Okay, I’ve called the meeting as the women saw Carrie-Anne last night.
Didn’t grab the sneaky bitch, but there is a fresh development to the mess.
” Pausing to create an effect I’m sure, we all hold our breath waiting for the shit he’s going to throw.
“Seems that Bear’s niece Angel has got herself a friend.
Yeah, you guessed it. She’s teamed up with Carrie-Anne. ”
Griller snarls, and I mean fiercely. “Fuckin’ hell, can’t Bear sort out that bitch.
She’s stolen half his fuckin’ money, and now she’s involved with this piece of shit.
Rage has also told me that Jamie is sure Angel was stealing from the practice.
Ordering more stock than needed, but no stock to be seen.
Not sure who she was selling the stuff to, but the stuff is gone. ”
“We have two to catch, and you know the world will be a better place with these two not in it,” Whack rubs his chin as he speaks. “Or, how about we let the Cobras have them both?”
Bull speaks out. “I’ve got the money back for Bear. It was easy enough to get it from her bank. She was so clever she put it into a savings account.” Now, that has us all laughing because honestly, the woman has no brain.
“Bri has said that she and Marcia are not giving up on finding either of them. They are going to keep walking through town, not just on Main Street. They’ll do it while Molly is working and report to Molly what they find,” Saddle informs us.
“They are pissed they didn’t catch her yesterday, but Molly is right.
Carrie-Anne is a sneaky bitch. I just don’t understand why she’s hanging around? ”
“What about the tracker on Angel? Won’t that now lead us to both of them, grab them together and decide what to do with them?” Pens asks, and he’s right. We could get them both together.
Bull shakes his head. “The tracker on Angel is not working. I put one on her phone, which I reckon she’s found and removed. I also put one in her purse, inside the lining. At the time I had Bri stitch it inside, but that’s not working as all I’m getting is static.”
“Well, let’s discount that and keep your eye open, Bull.
If the static passes and you get a fix we’ll swoop in and grab them.
Even if we only get her, then it’s worth doing.
” Whack rubs his neck, then continues. “Cannon has spoken to Para, and he’s going to meet us at the safe house.
It’s going to be a trap I’m sure, so we'll make sure we are in place early and see what they do. I want you to speak to the brothers, Cannon, and give them assigned positions on the property. Breaker, Cannon and Griller will be with me at the farmhouse. Griller, if you go over early and lay weapons around the place, take Saddle with you. Saddle, I don’t want you or Bank taking your old ladies over there.
I do not want the risk of them getting hurt. ”
Bank and Saddle give him a nod of understanding, and we all know this could go bad, so it’s a good thing the women won’t be around for any of us to worry about.
Pens speaks out. “I’m going to lay a line across the incoming road. It’s a good cutoff point I have in mind, and if needed I can blow the road so they have no retreat.”
Bull chuckles, “You know we should have called him Fuse, Blast, Shrapnel or something instead of Pens.”
“Well, he does the business accounts, keeps all records and stuff. But I hear what you’re sayin’, he is a bomb expert and I reckon Fuse would have suited him,” I throw into the mix.
“I’m quite happy with Pens, and I’m keeping it.” Pens leans back in his seat, rocking on the back two legs. I see Griller looking and I’m not sure if he’s going to do it or not…but he must decide not as he pays attention to Whack again.
“Okay, I’m thinking this weekend we’ll sort the Cobras out.
Cannon, get it organized and keep me informed.
Bank, Saddle, make sure that the Old Ladies and Molly will be somewhere safe, and don’t know what is happening.
Breaker, you keep your eye on Molly too, and for fuck’s sake get the patch on her back.
” Whack smacks his hand on his desk. “Dismissed.”
Everyone walks out of the office apart from Cannon who sees I’m hanging back. Once it’s only the three of us I speak out. “Pres, we need to do something about Floss. She’s stolen my hoodie from my room and been wearing it in her fuckin’ room. I’ve given it to Pattie to get rid of.”
“She took your hoodie from your room? Then kept it in her room?” Whack is amazed at the stupidity of the woman.
“Yeah, that’s it, Pres.”
“You know if it weren’t for the brothers wanting them here I’d ditch these club women; they are not worth the hassle.
Not one of us would marry them. Well, not that I know of, anyway.
Can you imagine me taking one as the first lady of the club?
Fuckin’ hell, we’d be the laughingstock of any MC that heard about it.
” Whack smirks at his own comment, and although it’s not a nice thing to say, it’s truthful.
“Okay, leave it with me, Breaker, I’ll sort this out. ”
Nodding at Whack, then Cannon, I leave the office and hear Bear laughing with Wraith. “Hey, Breaker, my house has sold already. I just accepted the offer, and as it was paid for and they are paying cash for it, it’s gonna be done with fast.”
Walking over, I slap his shoulder. “That’s great news. It was somewhere you’d always associate with Angel, and you know it’s not easy to live with bad memories.”
“Yeah, I can see why my brother left her here because honestly, she’s been a nightmare to live with. She just won’t make anything of herself, even when she’s had good opportunities. Every time anyone has tried to help her she’s messed it up. I wash my hands of her just like my brother did.”
Bear walks away, and I look at Wraith. “Is he okay?”
Wraith nods. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. Not sure how he’ll be if we have to bury the bitch mind you.”
Before either of us can say more, the door bursts open and Pattie runs inside shouting, “HE’S HERE…HE’S HERE…”
I’ve got my weapon out before I even think about it, and keep it trained on the door. That’s where Pattie is looking, and she’s scared as shit.
“Who is here?” Wraith asks as he pushes her behind him, and he also has his weapon trained on the door. Brothers are appearing since they heard her shouting, and all have weapons drawn not knowing what is happening.
“My stepfather is here. I took Breaker’s hoodie to the charity place, and as I was heading back here, I was singing to myself…you know with my earbuds in, and he just stepped in front of me. I dodged and ran, but he was right behind…”
The door flies open before she can finish, and a dirty-looking asshole storms inside with a pistol in his hand. “Where is she? Where is the bitch?”
Whack appears from my right, and calmly asks, “Who are you? What do you think you are doing, barreling into our clubhouse demanding anything?”
Vortex walks into the rec room from the kitchen, and I can see he has a knife at the ready. We all know he can throw a knife accurately, and if he wants, he can have it buried between this fucker’s eyes without breaking into a sweat.
“I’ve come for Pattie. She’s comin’ with me…”
“Nah, she’s not.” Cannon steps forward, letting it be seen he’s not joking around. He’s got his weapon trained on this asshole along with the rest of us. “Pattie, you want to go with this fucker?”
“No, Cannon, I don’t,” Pattie whimpers, and she’s clinging onto the back of Wraith’s cut. Now, normally that would never be allowed. Nobody touches a brother's cut without his say-so, but we can ignore it under these circumstances.
We start playing the distraction game. I move to the left, making sure I have the idiots' attention. Prophet steps to his right, again making sure he sees him. Now, we can all see he’s starting to realize he’s in a dangerous situation, and one he may not get out of.
“Pattie, come on, you are comin’ with me.” He tries again, but Pattie stays right where she is, plastered now to the back of Wraith.
The door flies open again, and James rushes into the rec room, beaten to shit by the look of him. “You motherfucking wanker…” James shouts right before lifting a baseball bat ready to smack this fucker.
As this asshole lifts his weapon to shoot James we all fire.
Now it’s loud, and when the fucker dances like a marionette with the strings being pulled we stop shooting at him.
He’s full of lead, as the old cowboy movies used to state.
Pattie is crying, and Wraith turns, tucking her into him, and holding her as she shakes badly.
Whack calmly states. “Get rid of the trash.” Before turning and heading back to his office as though this were a daily occurrence. I can’t help but chuckle because James is standing with the bat still in the air and looking pissed off that he never had the chance to use it.
“He came up behind me and beat me with this fucker,” James snarls. Throwing the bat onto the asshole before hobbling out of the rec room and back to gate duty. I’m sure he’s going to be pissed that the gate was breached on his watch. He may get some ribbing from the other prospects about it too.
Smirking to myself, I have fixed the doorknob on the bedroom, and it’s going to stop Miss Clever from shutting me out.
This is happening, and she needs to get with the program.
I’ve kept out of her way all evening by staying at the clubhouse until late.
Chips and Leo have been on house watch, so I didn’t have to worry about Molly at all.
Chips said all had been quiet, so it seems Carrie-Anne so far hasn’t found out where Molly is living.
The screeching and cursing, which I know Molly has been trying not to do has me chuckling to myself. Oh, she’s annoyed, and it’s going to be hot getting her under control.
“You asshole, you total and utter asshole…” Molly is screaming at me, but I stand outside the now open door smirking at her, because the doorknob is on the floor where it fell when she pushed the chair under it. Just as I predicted it would when I removed the doorknob's inner workings.
Stepping into the bedroom I wrap my arms around her and give her a hard hug, right before capturing her lips passionately. It takes only a few moments before her body melts against mine, and I can tell that we are both enjoying this moment.
I step into Molly and she has to step back, bumping into the bed.
I lean into her, so she has to flop back onto the bed, giving a puff of frustration towards me.
I allow my hands to roam Molly’s curves, and my fingers trace the contours of her waist and hips.
She shivers as I touch her, and her breathing is hitching somewhat.
I place a knee between her thighs and pull myself up and over her.
Kissing her again before peppering her neck with small bites and easing them after with kisses.
I can feel her desire building, and I’m more than surprised we’ve gotten here, but am excited about it too. I had felt a connection between us from the start, and this tells me I wasn’t wrong when I felt we’d be good together.
Molly’s hands grip my tee hem, and tugging brings it over my head.
She studies my chiseled front, and I see her lick her lips.
Which, of course, has me smirking at her.
She reaches for me again and scrapes her nails over my pecs as she explores my body.
I don’t stop her because this is about us learning each other’s bodies and what we do and don’t like.
It's not long before we have removed each other’s clothing, and I take a good look at the creamy expanse of Molly’s breasts.
I cup them in the palms of my hands, and thumb her nipples until they are hardened, right before capturing one in my mouth.
Molly gasps, her back bowing, and I make sure she gasps plenty more.
Our hands roam, and our bodies writhe. It’s a beautiful song we are creating between us. My mouth trails down to Molly’s stomach, and my tongue dips into her navel. Molly tangles her fingers in the top of my hair, tugging slightly.
My length is throbbing, desperate to get where it needs to be, and I position myself over a trembling Molly. I look her in the eye for her acceptance before I push the head of my cock into her slick entrance.
“Are you ready, babe?” I murmur, my voice rough with desire.
Molly nods and lifts her legs so they are around my waist. I slowly but deliberately thrust home, sinking into her warmth, stopping when I’m all the way inside her. Molly cries out with pleasure, and I feel her clenching around my length.
I move with a steady but firm rhythm, before building to a fast and driving motion, claiming Molly for the first time. Our skin is slapping and our breathing is ragged, filling the room with the sound of our passion.
Feeling myself getting ready to climax I reach down and rub Molly’s swollen clit, making sure I push her over the edge, and as she screams with her release, I capture it in my mouth as I allow my own release to happen.
It’s like a tidal wave rushing through me, and I can’t say I’ve ever felt anything like this before.
We collapse together, and my weight presses Molly into the bed, but I cradle her close as I roll slightly, keeping us locked together. This is how it’s supposed to be. This is how it’s supposed to feel. I kiss the top of Molly’s head, which is cradled under my chin.
I sigh with contentment. “Mine!”