Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Ripley (Ripper)
"Stop. You're creeping me out."
"I'm creeping you out?" Koa replies with exasperation. "Rip, you're the fucking stalker."
"Takes one to know one," I fire back, sipping my whiskey and avoiding his stubborn stare. That's all he's been doing for the past hour, and I don't like it.
Maddox steps up to the bar and slams his hands down. "You're both acting like fucking children. We have a problem, and I need you to focus."
Chugging the rest of my drink, I grunt and give him my full attention. Koa has other plans. He jumps off his stool and shoulders his way between Maddox and me. "Yes, boss. First, I have a question for our kitty licker."
A long-suffering sigh falls from our fearless leader as he flags down a drink. I, on the other hand, lick my lips and lean my elbows back against the bar with ease. Just as I knew he would, Koa steps between my spread legs, unfazed by the danger that lurks just beneath the surface.
Without hesitation, I strike fast, grab him by the throat, and drag him close so he might catch a whiff of Cassie's delectable pussy on my face.
"You're just jealous. But make no mistake, my love, I don't like being teased so openly in front of our men.
Or do you not recall the last time you pushed me too far? "
"Am I supposed to say 'yes, sir'?" he murmurs, staring at my mouth like he's starving for a drop of Cassie.
Gripping his throat just enough to put strain on his windpipe, I lick his bottom lip and take a nip. "Only if you're about to get on your knees and beg me to steal your breath a different way."
"Okay, enough!" Maddox whisper-hisses, moving into our little bubble. "You guys are like two sides of the same goddamn, infuriating coin. Koa, ask your question right now because I need your help."
Puffing out a shaky, horny breath, Koa leans back and looks me in the eye instead of salivating over my lips. "How did you know?"
I don't have a chance to ask for clarification because Maddox demands it for me. "More, Koa. You have three minutes to hash this out before I drag you both down to the dungeon by your ears."
Shit, is there a traitor I didn't know about? Or is he just in a kinky mood and wants to tie us up? "To teach us a lesson at listening or because you have a toy for me to fuck with?"
"Hangaround turned spy," Maddox offers. "Hurry up, Koa."
Koa's calculating gaze snaps back to me. "How did you know she was okay with the way Parker was talking to her on the stairs this morning? The shit he was saying—"
"Koa, we all have our kinks. I realized she liked his brand of degradation the moment he opened his mouth and her cunt spasmed on my fingers.
Not to mention, she totally got off on being watched that first day in the clubhouse, which tells me she's willing to explore.
Hell, she was putty for this asshole," I gesture to Maddox who has the decency to look guilty, "when he used her for a quick blowjob and sent her away. "
Koa shakes his head with a confused frown. "That was a different scene and circumstance. Parker—"
"Knew exactly what he was doing," I cut in. "Just because he's fighting his connection to her doesn't mean he's any less in tune with her than we are in our own ways. He knew she enjoyed it. Koa, she begged him for more. She liked being called his slut."
"But how would we know if our fingers and tongues aren't feeling the evidence of it?" Koa sounds desperate and lost, making me feel bad. I didn't realize he really thought Parker could be that much of an asshole.
Licking my lips, I cup his jaw and pull him closer.
"Because Parker would never hurt Cassie.
Cassie would ream his neck if he went too far.
And because she didn't come here crying after being fucked over the side of a bike in the middle of nowhere with no kindness.
That woman stormed up to our gates pissed and ready to throw down. Stop underestimating her."
With that, I nudge Koa back and stand only for Maddox to grab my bicep and pull me back. "You mean that?"
I nod. "With everything I have. Our woman is just fine."
"Plus," Jake interrupts, leaning against the bar. "She has the finest, most possessive men on the fucking planet to make sure of it."
"Fuck off, Jake," the three of us snap and stomp off like the possessive men he labeled us as.
"STOP! PLEASE JUST S-STOP!"
"Okay, but what about the name-calling?" Koa mutters, handing me a pair of pliers.
Eyeing the tool, I decide the spy's muddy fingernails should go next. Absentmindedly, I wonder how much the motherfucker will feel since I broke all his fingers.
"Get a list of some kinky romance books. But the dark kind and you'll understand better. Honestly, Koa," I huff and yank the fucker’s nail off, "why are you struggling with this so much? We're rough with each other all the time."
"Because he was an ass to her to begin with. I'm worried he's taking some anger out on her when she doesn't know better," Koa says once the howling of our captive subsides into pathetic whimpers.
He offers me a hammer next, which I happily trade the pliers for. I love the meticulous part of fucking people up, but blunt force really helps me work through my rage.
Gripping the handle, I eye the spy's kneecap. "I think you need to talk to him. If you're really concerned after that, then talk to her next."
Koa hums and steps up beside me with the hose. Ice water blasts the spy right in the face, drowning him in pinpricks of pain. The gargled sounds of the motherfucker who thought he could terrorize one of the old ladies fills our thoughtful silence.
The moment Koa turns the lever to stop the spray, I swing the hammer down without allowing the bleeding man to take a breath. Relief isn't something he'll feel now that we’ve figured out what he's been up to.
Hangarounds are normal for MC clubs, and they're watched carefully. We have to be cautious of their reasoning. This motherfucker thought he could force information out of one of our women.
Too bad for him, the woman he targeted has a mean swing and a voice that can reach across the damn compound.
"I already t-told you everything!"
Tossing the hammer onto the metal table behind me, I take a deep breath. The stench of blood and piss makes me cringe, yet I smile when he flinches at the loud bang.
"I didn't like your answer. Working for Victor is unacceptable to begin with, but to harass an old lady...
" I tsk and grab the metal chains that keep his arms above his head.
The contraption that connects the chains to the ceiling and allows me to yank on the excess is my favorite part of the dungeon.
It's so easy to just...
"AHHHH!"
Yank his shoulders out of their sockets.
Koa shuffles away and winds the hose up on the wall, drawing my attention away from the suffering waste of space. "Done already?" I ask, upset by the idea.
"Yep, and so are you. Boss said so." Koa waves his phone at me. "I could tell him to fuck off since we're also the boss, but a certain redhead is causing a ruckus upstairs."
The sounds of crying and pleading for mercy immediately fades out. "Let's go."