Chapter 11 #4
I was forbidden to enter Lu’s parents’ house.
Which was fine by me, but it also meant that Lu wasn’t allowed over there either.
I wasn’t sure what sort of contact Lu had had with her parents during our separation, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to allow any negativity in Lu’s life anymore.
I understood that Lu might want to have her mom involved in the pregnancy, but the woman had one—one—chance.
If she said a single thing to upset Lu, even passive aggressively, I would take Lu away from her and she’d never see her daughter again and would never meet her grandson.
And if either one made Lu cry… I didn’t give a damn if they were her parents. The sharks would be getting another meal.
“Māmā’s just…expressing her unhappiness that we’re back together.”
I snorted. Her mom could be pissed all she wanted. It wasn’t changing anything. My baby was in Lu’s belly and my ring was permanently staying on her finger.
“Wonder what your precious māmā would say if she knew how I have you spread open for all to see as I finger you for hours?”
Lu’s body shivered, despite the heat from the bonfire. As far as either of us knew, Lu’s parents knew nothing about our porn business or Lu starring in the productions. “My dad would murder you and my mom would pour holy water on your corpse.”
I chuckled darkly. “Your makuakāne could try to kill me.”
She crinkled her nose. “I know I was the one to make the joke, but please don’t say things like that, Aloiki. I really need you to get along with them, especially now. They’re going to want to be in their grandbaby’s life.”
“If they behave.” I was not budging on this. Lu’s and my son’s well-being was worth more to me than her parents’ desires or opinions.
Lu made a face but didn’t argue. “Right now, it’s wedding stuff. Māmā still wants us to get married in her church.”
“Didn’t we cover this the first time around?”
Lu’s mom was born in Hawai‘i, but her family was Baptist. Her father was Polynesian and converted to marry Lu’s mom.
Which was something her father never let her mother forget.
Lu had been baptized as a preteen, but she was not Baptist. Like me, she was Kānaka Maoli and followed the spirits of our homeland.
Her mother could certainly book our wedding in her church, but neither of us would show up for it. When Lu was sixteen, she refused to attend church anymore, her own beliefs differing from that of her mother’s church.
Lu’s mother had tried everything from guilt to pleading for her soul, but Lu had never stepped back inside. Per Lu, her mom claimed she’d broken her heart.
Now, if Lu wanted to get married in a church, any church, I’d be there. But like hell were either of us suffering through a religious service that meant nothing to us just to appease her mother. Fuck that shit.
“I still say that we can have Lucifer marry us in private. No one has to know.” I bit her ear lobe, pulling it between my teeth.
Her walls tightened around my fingers, so I stopped moving them.
I didn’t want her coming yet, and when she did so, it would be on my cock.
Today was the first day that Lu hadn’t taken her Pill since getting them, but I had no intention of wearing a condom.
Even if the test was a false positive, now that the idea of a baby with Lu was planted in my head, I was going to make it a reality.
Though there was not a doubt in my mind that she was pregnant.
With her head tipped slightly, I could see her biting her lower lip. “It’s tempting, Aloiki. So fucking tempting. But we have time, at least another couple of months before I start showing. I need to wait. I just… I need to know something, anything, before I do this without her.”
I lowered my head to kiss her shoulder. “I’m working on it. I have other Chapters working on it. We’ll find her, baby. I hope for her sake it’s sooner than later, but I swear, we will find her.”
Neither of us mentioned Nishi’s more than likely condition when we did.
Drugs were used to keep trafficking victims under control.
Beyond being raped, victims were often starved, beaten, and kept in less than ideal locations.
The ones we found in Amsterdam were being kept in a room above a crack house.
The place was sweltering with no ventilation or filtration, and all thirty women had a shared bucket in the corner of the room that served as their bathroom.
More than one was pregnant.
In cases when a trafficked woman wasn’t killed for falling pregnant, they are often forced to carry the baby to term—only to have their infant ripped from their arms and entered into an adoption scheme.
There was also a high probability that Nishi was already dead.
She’d been taken three weeks before I knew about it to even start an investigation into her disappearance.
The police had been less than helpful when Lu had gone to them to report Nishi missing.
While I could understand her desire to help her best friend, it still pissed me off that Lu had not come to me, regardless of our relationship status, and had put her own life in danger instead.
Speaking of the police, two black and whites pulled into the lot.
Four officers got out, three in uniform and one in a slick suit.
Kayl had always been fashionable, even as a teenager.
Me? I preferred less clothing, and if I ever paid more than ten dollars for a pair of shorts, Tangaloa had my permission to have me committed.
The officers in uniform started to mingle around.
They were well known around these parts.
Yooko, and now my club, paid them to keep their mouths shut and their eyes averted.
Kayl, however, headed towards me. He tossed Tangaloa a shaka from across the bonfire.
Tangaloa looked like shit, but he was here.
At the moment, he was sitting outside one of the trucks with his pants undone and a Club Cunt sucking him off.
Maybe my advice about fucking his heartbreak out of his system wasn’t so bad after all.
Though, he looked bored as fuck. But that could be the piece of ass wasn’t very skilled. There was plenty of willing around. If she was the problem, then he needed to find someone better to get him out of his head.
Kayl approached the hood of the truck where Lu and I were seated.
He laid his forearms on the edge and gave Lu an appreciative smile.
Years ago, Kayl had approached me about joining Lu and I in bed, but I declined him.
I knew my friend, and Kayl would not be satisfied with just once.
Like me, he got off on power, and I sure as hell was not going to give him any in regard to Lu. He was pissed, but understood.
And just to make sure there were no hard feelings, I gifted him a weekend with three of my cam girls who were more than willing to do anything he asked. All was forgiven.
“You know,” Kayl said with a crooked smile, “if you’re going to have a massively illegal sex party outdoors with booze and drugs, you might not want to build a bonfire that can be seen from outer space.”
I cracked a smile. “Life’s no fun without some risk.” I leaned around Lu to shake his hand. Not the one I had currently inside her. “Besides, I don’t allow drugs at my parties.” Not the hard stuff, at least.
Kayl gave me a doubtful expression, then turned and looked pointedly at the bonfire where a very obvious drug deal was going on.
I immediately caught the attention of my closest member, which happened to be one of the twins, and pointed out the buy.
The twin moved in, and immediately handled the situation.
He broke the hand of the dealer, pocketed all the money he had on him, and tossed his stash in the flames.
Funny thing was, when he walked away, there were suddenly two of them.
My moral compass might be dangerously askew, but one of the things I would never tolerate was drugs. That was a whole different kind of poison. A man who was disarmed was still a man, still in control of himself. But a man who was crashing? There was no control there.
I did not think there was anything wrong in dealing in flesh—if done the right away.
What Nishi was going through, suffering through?
I did not condone that. What I did and what Yooko did?
People should be allowed to have sex if they chose to, regardless of religion, sexuality, or money exchanged.
If done safely, where was the harm? There was nothing shameful about sex.
It was natural. More so than wearing clothing or anything technological.
The difference was consent. Yooko’s workers wanted to be here.
Not a single one of them felt they had to be here, because Yooko didn’t want or condone that sort of worker.
Neither did I. My employees did not have sex on camera because they felt they had no other option to help pay rent or feed their kids.
We both offered employment positions that had nothing to do with sex.
I would never rape a woman—or stand by and allow someone else to.
Kayl turned back to me. His expression said he found the show the twins had put on amusing.
“I spoke with some of my contacts on Mauī.” This wasn’t the first time Kayl had joined us at one of our parties.
By now, he knew that he could speak freely in front of Lu—unless it pertained to Nishi’s disappearance.
If Nishi was dead, Lu would not learn about it from anyone but me.
“Your information is accurate. There are Bloody Scorpions setting up shop there.”
I nodded, not surprised by this news. “Spirit and Tommy will be heading over tomorrow to see what they can discover.”
“You took their heroin supply. My question is if they found another supplier.”
That was a good question, and one I was dying to find an answer to. “I’ll let you know as soon as we do.”
I continued to play lazily with Lu’s pussy. By the time I did enter her tonight, I wanted her writhing and whimpering, begging for my cock and an orgasm.
Kayl patted the hood twice with his open palm and gave me a nod. “I’ll do what I can, Paniolo. You know that, but I won’t condone a war between two MCs. You’ve worked your entire life to preserve our way. Don’t ruin that now that you’re wearing that cut.”
“Never,” I snapped, annoyed my loyalties were being brought to question. “I put this cut on to have support in protecting our home.”
Kayl didn’t look entirely convinced but he conceded. “I’ll stop by the farm later in the week for my next payment.”
My jaw ticked. “Do that.”
He went to leave, but then turned back. “I wasn’t questioning your love of our home, Aloiki. I just want to make sure that that cut doesn’t put a target on your back.”
“The only thing on my back is Lu’s scratch marks,” I told him sternly. “My cut is removable. It did not taint my blood.”
His eyes landed on my one nipple, which was just visible over Lu’s shoulder, and the tattoo of Lu’s bite mark that I had there. “Good to hear.” His eyes moved to Lu. “Good to see you, Lu.”
“Kayl,” she gasped out.
I immediately withdrew my fingers from inside her pussy, raised my hand and slapped it down hard on her clit. Lu cried out, her legs trying to close on instinct but couldn’t with them draped over my thighs.
“What the fuck was that for?” she demanded, turning slightly to look over her shoulder at me.
“Don’t you ever say another man’s name while my fingers are inside you,” I growled low.
Lu’s eyes narrowed. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be fingering me while another man greets me!”
“I’ll finger you whenever I damn well feel like it.”
“Only because I let you!”
The smile I gave her was pure arrogance. “Like you’d say ‘no’ to me.”
She turned fully, sitting back on her heels with her hands on my upper thighs. My shorts did nothing to hide the bulge at my groin. “I’m not the only one with the inability to say ‘no’, mister.” She nodded down at my dick. “Nor are you the only one with a love of edging.”
I opened my shorts in a swift motion, lowering them and my underwear enough to release my dick from its confines. I put my arms behind my head. “Be my guest, Hōkūpa?a. But I still will be coming inside that pretty pussy of yours tonight.”
Continuing to balance herself on my thighs, Lu dropped her mouth down around my dick.
I quickly bunched her hair into a fist and held it out of my line of sight.
I loved watching her take my cock into her mouth almost as much as I loved the feel of the back of her hot, wet throat constricting around me.
But even I had my limits. Like hell would I beg her to stop though.
It felt too fucking good. Lu’s mouth was perfection, and my pride warred with my balls as she brought me right up to the edge numerous times before backing down.
Thank Kaulu I was a stubborn bastard, and was able to keep my tongue.
I did not beg for the sweet torture to end.
And when Lu finally climbed up into my lap and sat on my cock, I thought I would die of a heart attack. But fuck, what a way to go.