Chapter 21
German
“What do you think that was about?” Reaper asked, as we watched the women dancing in the safety of the tented pavilion.
Standing on the outskirts of it, my eyes followed Maddy’s graceful movements as she swayed alongside the other women. “I think Maze is hoping to cozy up to our allies in hopes of securing a few of their own.”
Bishop’s face, usually so light and fun loving, hardened with rage. “That fucker, Maze, just waltzed in here like he didn’t try to lay hands on my girl! I hope he knows his days on this earth are numbered.”
Reaper clapped the man on the back. “You’ll get your day of reckoning, Bishop. I promised you that. I never go back on my word. Hang in there for a little while longer until we can work out the logistics of it.”
I understood my Brother’s frustration. I wanted to do the same thing to the men who dared lay hands on Maddy. Their day was coming, too. But it was hard to be patient when someone you loved was wronged. Especially in the way that Evie and Maddy had been. Men who put their hands on women and used them like chess pieces in a man’s war deserve no mercy. And the Devil’s Riders wouldn’t show these cowards any when the moment came to terminate their sorry asses.
Hawk took a sip of his beer and nodded. “I’ll be right there with you when you snuff out the bastard’s pointless life, Brother. He might not have put hands on Amelia, but his Club certainly did. There’s a spot beside Ace that has Maze’s name on it. We’ll end these fuckers one at a time, don’t you worry.”
Bishop relaxed a hair, but his eyes never wavered from Evie. “I look forward to it.”
“We all do,” Reaper said.
Trainor walked over to our group then. “That was quite unexpected. Did you find Maze’s generosity as unsettling as I did?”
Reaper chuckled. “Watch your ass, Trainor. Any man courting you that hard wants a piece of it, bad!”
Trainor blew out a breath. “You ain’t kidding. I don’t trust anyone, let alone Maze, to just give me a fifty-thousand-dollar bike. I’ll run the VIN number and make sure it’s clean before I decide what to do with it. I wouldn’t put it past the bastard to steal the fucking thing, pawn it off on me, then sit back and laugh his ass off when I catch a charge for grand larceny!”
Reaper grunted. “He’s not called Maze for nothing. The man’s brain and motivations are as twisted and confusing as his name suggests.”
“You can say that again,” Trainor agreed.
Pipe walked up to our group and jerked his head in the opposite direction for me to follow. Discreetly breaking away from the crowd, we moved into the shadows and he handed me his phone. “I got something you’re going to want to see.”
On the screen was a picture of two men I didn’t recognize. “Who are they?” I demanded, knowing this must be important or my Brother never would have brought it to my attention at a party.
“The assholes who attacked Maddy at the coffee shop. It was surprisingly hard to find who they were, as they didn’t have records. It turns out they both went to the same college as your girl, but dropped out when they became addicted to heroin and pissed away their athletic scholarships.”
Taking back the phone, he pulled up a separate document and handed it over once again. Scanning the info, I saw the boys were high school buddies who’d gotten into the heroin scene. Hard. They were in debt for thousands to their dealer. Their Russian dealer. Presumably the same one Mitchem had been connected to and who’d had the marker put out on Maddy. But if Mitchem was dead, why were they still coming after her? It just didn’t make any sense.
“You think the boys tried to kidnap Maddy as payment for the drugs they’d been fronted and couldn’t afford to pay back?” I speculated. I didn’t know where my Brother got his information. But it was always top-notch and impeccably accurate.
“I do. But I’m still trying to figure out why they care after they killed Mitchem. There’s something missing here. I just can’t see what it is.”
“Yeah. And I’m afraid what we can’t see is what’s going to bite us in the ass in the long run,” I divulged, stroking my beard as I thought the puzzle over. “Where are the boys now?”
Pipe smiled. “Safe and sound in their shitty apartment in Redding.”
Rage lit a fire in my eyes that only pain could extinguish. “That needs to change.”
“Just say the word. I’ve got some buddies in the area who love this kind of shit. They can have both snatched and bagged within the hour if you’d like.”
I smirked with relish. “Will your boys deliver?”
Pipe smirked right back. “For the right price, they’re more reliable than the US postal service.”
“See it done,” I told him. “As soon as they get into town, I’m going to pay those peckerwoods a little visit. Ask some important questions that need answering.”
Where Reaper was a sharpshooter in the Marines, my specialty had been in the field of interrogation. And the thought of getting those two douchebags in a locked room with no means of escape practically got my dick hard. Nobody hurt the people I loved and walked away unscathed. Nobody.
Pipe sighed and I asked, “I hope that sigh wasn’t telling me you think I should go easy on those two pieces of shit.”
Chuckling, Pipe took a sip of his beer. “Fuck no! I’m just trying to figure out what the hell I’m going to tell Framingham about his daughter.”
“What does that mean?”
Pipe gave me a knowing look. “I know you, German. Maybe not as well as Reaper, but close enough. You’re going to wife that girl. I can see it from a mile away. And I’m going to be the one who has to break it to her rich daddy that she’s screwing a biker. Friend or not, that conversation isn’t going to be an easy one to have.”
I wasn’t even going to deny it. Maddy was mine. I knew it from the moment we’d met. “Sucks to be you,” I teased with a grin.
“Is there anything else I should know?” Pipe asked then.
“About?”
“I don’t know, maybe something I can tell Framingham to ease his mind about his baby girl shacking up with the help?”
I thought it over. “Tell him it could be worse. She could be marrying one of those rich assholes who have zero respect for women and will toss her pretty ass aside the minute he turns forty and wants a younger model.”
Pipe’s brow rose. “I’m sensing there’s a story behind this statement.”
“Yeah. And it ends with me carving up the bastard with my knife in the woods after a near-sexual assault,” I said dramatically.
Pipe whistled. “Are you telling me you cut up one of Maddy’s rich boyfriends when he was stupid enough to try something fucked up when you were watching over her?”
I smiled. “Yup. Little fucker liked to parade around the gym with no shirt on. He won’t be able to do that anymore. I left him a little message to remind him not to mess with girls that don’t want to be messed with.”
Pipe’s beer bottle paused midway to his mouth. “What the fuck did you do to him?”
I shrugged. “Stripped him naked and left him stranded in the woods with the word “rapist” carved into his chest.”
“And he let you do that?” Pipe asked in amazement. “Just sat there while you carved him up like a Thanksgiving turkey? How do you know the rich asshole won’t talk?”
“He didn’t have many options,” I explained reasonably. “If he came forward about what I did, he’d have to explain what he’d done to incur my wrath. We might both end up in prison. But I assured him, if we did, I had friends on the inside. He didn’t. Plus, the spoiled fucker was soft. He passed out before I finished the first letter!”
My Brother burst out laughing. “You crazy son of a bitch! Does Reaper know about this?”
“Nope. Didn’t think it was important.” I’m sure I would eventually tell my Prez, but Richie Rich was a story for another day.
“Goddamn, you’ve got it bad for that girl. I actually kind of envy you though,” Pipe unexpectedly said.
I could still see Maddy from where I was standing. Her beautiful red hair was loose and flowing. She was holding Evie’s hand and dancing to the music. Just the sight of her being so relaxed and carefree, made my heart grow three sizes. I’d do anything to keep my girl safe. Even if it required something ugly. So be it. Let the sin be on my soul. I’d gladly incur the devil’s wrath to protect her from harm.
Pipe placed the call to his buddies then tucked his cell back in his pocket. “It’s done. You’re about to have two new friends to play with in the Club’s shack in the woods. You want some company for the interrogation?”
“Sure,” I said, tipping back my bottle and killing the last few sips of my beer. My Brother wasn’t just good with electronics. He was good with reading people. And making them talk, when necessary.
After about twenty minutes had passed, Pipe checked his phone and frowned. “Fuck. You’re not going to like this, German.”
That was not the most promising way to start a conversation. “What’s wrong?”
“My connection just broke into the house and someone beat us to the junkies,” he explained.
Anger boiled up inside of me at the missed opportunity. “They’re missing?”
“No. They’re at the apartment. Problem is, they have bullet holes where their brains used to be. And it’s fresh. Probably only a few hours old.”
Fuck! “Robbery gone wrong or something more professional?”
Pipe whistled as he glanced at the photos his buddy had sent over. “Looks like a professional job. Probably the mob keeping them quiet after their failed kidnapping attempt.”
If we’d only been a day or two sooner, I’d have been able to question those assholes about Maddy’s attempted abduction. Now that was never going to happen. Everyone involved had probably gone to ground or was dead.
Pipe patted me on the back. “Don’t worry, German. I’ll find more leads. Just give me a day or two and I’ll figure something out.”
Shouting started near the pavilion, and my eyes immediately swung over in Maddy’s direction. A couple of hang-arounds of the Knights were arguing and shoving one another back and forth.
One of the douchebags in a wife-beater and baggy pants that sagged so far down his thighs they threatened to hobble him, pulled out a gun, and began wildly waving it around.
Turning it sideways like a real amateur, he stepped closer to the man he’d been arguing with. To my horror, the loser being threatened stood only a few paces from the Club’s women. From Maddy. I immediately saw red.
Closing in on the man with blind rage, I cut through the crowd and was on him before he even realized I was there. Acting swiftly, I disarmed the cocksucker and purged the gun of its ammo.
Grabbing him by the neck, I used the butt of the gun and clocked him upside the head. He screamed and clutched at the cut that opened and began effusively pouring blood.
Striking him a second time, I raged, “Shut the fuck up, pussy!” Then dropped him to the ground where I began to pummel his face. “You don’t get to cry after pulling a gun and nearly shooting a group of innocent women with it!” I shouted, booting him in the ribs, hard.
Reaper, Bishop, Hawk, and Pipe were at my back, getting in a few licks of their own. The man was a bloody mess before some of the Knights intervened and dragged his unconscious, broken body away.
Maddy was in my arms before I could call out her name. Her presence, like a balm to my soul, soothed the fever burning through me at an alarming rate.
“Are you okay?” she asked, checking me over like it had been me, not her, in mortal danger just now.
I nodded and my gaze ate up her beautiful visage like I’d been starved of it for decades, instead of seconds. That was close. Too close. Those wannabe gangsters could have injured her. Or worse. My anger flared anew and murder shone in my eyes.
Maddy glanced down at my hands and she quietly gasped. “You’re bleeding. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Following the woman blindly, she pulled me around the side of the building where a hose was looped around a reel. Twisting on the water, Maddy gently cleansed my hands until the stream ran clear.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, for what felt like the millionth time since we’d met. “I can’t believe that just happened. And at a Club event, of all places, where you should be safe.”
Maddy smiled and the beauty of it went right to my heart. And my greedy dick. “But I am safe, German. You were here. You always take care of me. Always.”
No sweeter words were ever spoken. Dragging her close, I said what I’d been longing to say, but was too afraid to admit it out loud until this very moment. “I love you, Maddy. I can’t lose you. It would destroy me!”
Maddy’s eyes shone with moisture as she replied back, “I love you too, Christopher German. And you never have to worry about losing me because I’ll always be right here by your side.”
Our mouths met then. At first, the kiss was gentle. But soon, it bloomed from a small flame into a raging inferno. The adrenaline and the bloodletting had sent me through a cavalcade of emotions. Our proclamations of love, alongside my obsession for her, snowballed into a rush of lust.
The floodgates now open, we groped, groaned, and grunted our way through the rough foreplay until I needed her so bad I thought I was going to come in my jeans.
“I need my cock inside of you right now, Baby Girl!” I rasped, as my hands began unbuttoning those glorious leather pants that had me semi-hard all night.
“I need you, too!” Maddy replied with as much urgency in her tone as mine.
Spinning her toward the compound, I barked, “Brace yourself against the wall. I need inside your sweet pussy this second. I can’t wait.”
Complying, Maddy turned and jutted her rear end upward. Cranking open my belt, I reached into my boxer shorts as my girl dutifully shoved her pants down to her thighs.
Extracting my cock, which was so hard I could have pounded nails with the fucking thing, I gave it a few hardy jerks before canting her hips even higher and gliding the tip along her slick center.
“Fuck, Babe! You’re already so wet,” I noted in sheer wonderment, before lining the head up and battering my way inside the tight ring of flesh that separated me from heaven.
We both growled as I bottomed out in her tight sheath. Reaching around to her clit, I began strumming it as I pounded away inside of her like a goddamned heathen.
“Yes!” she cried, grinding into me with each powerful stroke. “More, German! I need it hard to come!”
I could arrange that. “You need it rough, Baby Girl?”
Her body began to shake with the oncoming orgasm that hung just out of reach. “Please!” she begged prettily.
Using the palm of my hand in the center of her back, I pressed her down further. This shift in position lifted her hips at the perfect angle for me to missile inside her sopping wet passage. Her squelching pussy nearly unmanned me. But I held out, needing Maddy to find her release first.
“Just like that!” she cried as I machine-gunned in and out of her well-lubed cunt. “I’m going to come!” she shouted, before splintering into oblivion right there on my dick.
The fluttering of her walls, followed by the spasms of her contracting pussy, were my undoing. Shouting, I fisted her hair and rode her like a demon ascending into heaven, seeking my salvation.
My cock bucked, pulsed, then erupted inside of her vice-like cunt. A stream of creamy, hot fluid jetted out of my dick and deep inside of her. It leaked down the sides of her thighs as she shook with the aftershocks of her own bliss-filled orgasm. Stroking one final time, her channel milked me of my last drop of come before I began to pant from my great exertions.
Maddy glanced over her shoulder and smiled like a woman who’d just awoken from a nap and the best dream she’d ever had. “That was unexpected!”
Laughing, I gave her a long kiss before slowly, and reluctantly, pulling out of her tight as fuck pussy. “Nothing about us ever is,” I quipped, before helping her clean up.