2. Chapter 2
Myth
My office was my only solitude in this clubhouse. Even my bedroom became a thoroughfare of club girls wanting a piece of their prez. I let them, of course, I was only human after all, but once they had my cum deep down their little throats, I kicked them out so I could get a good night’s rest.
My bed was only for my ol’ lady.
I wished I’d been so stalwart back in the days when I could call her mine. A stupid, foolish decision and she was gone from my life for good.
Or so she thought.
She had no idea I’d been keeping tabs on her all these years with thanks to my tech guys. I’d told myself it was to make sure she was okay, safe. But when she left to go to London, it should have stopped.
But I couldn’t seem to stop it. I didn’t want to stop looking at her through the cameras in her apartment, or watching her as she drank wine on her terrace, or the way she would light up when she could binge watch her favourite TV show without the nuisance boyfriend of hers in her ear about something stupid.
I hated him.
I’d always hated him, but in a way that would be scary if he were here, and I could get my hands on him. He’d find himself at the bottom of a gorge in the Blue Mountains in no time flat.
My phone rang, and I looked down to see the international number light up with a familiar name.
“Jameson,” I answered. “Thanks for getting back to me.”
“Always, brother,” he replied. “What’s going on in Sydney?”
“Trouble with the local chapter of the Bloody Scorpions. We’ve been waiting for some kind of fight, but it looks like a disrupted supply was their way of greeting us.”
“Fuckers. What’s the plan?” he asked.
“We’re taking the fight to them, an eye for an eye.”
“You think they were responsible for Camo?” he asked.
“There’s no doubt. He was sniffing around and he got shot for it. After his funeral, we’ll draw arms, lock up.”
“And you want permission?” Jameson asked, a level of humour in his tone.
“You know it.”
“Your dad was good to me, Myth. He spoke very highly of you, but he also told me you were wild, reckless.”
“No disrespect, Jameson, but I’m not that twenty-three year old kid anymore. I’ve managed this chapter for fifteen years since he was killed and I’ve never lost anyone.”
Jameson sighed. “You remind me of him, you know. Eager, strong-minded, but a leader, nonetheless. Your men clearly respect you. So if you say you need to cut the head off a few scorpions, I say do it. Call me if you need help. I know there’s a couple of chapters who wouldn’t mind getting their hands dirty. ”
I bet they wouldn’t. The Bloody Scorpions were a blight on most Royal Bastards chapters. The fuckers kept multiplying like roaches.
“I hear Creed is coming over from Jacksonville for the funeral.”
“Yeah, his ol’ lady, Devil, was friends with Camo’s ol’ lady, back when she was living here. He called ahead to let me know he’s on his way.”
“Creed’s good. He’ll know how to sort out your problem if you need the extra hand while he’s there.”
“Not a bad idea, Jameson.”
“Keep in touch, let me know if things go south.”
I agreed and ended the phone call with him.
Jameson and my father went way back, and it was due to my father saving his life that he was given a chapter here in Sydney.
Dad had fallen in love with an Aussie girl and chased her here.
Too bad he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants long enough to keep her happy.
Some things were genetic, I guess.
I clicked into my laptop and pulled up the secret folder that held the link to Rox’s apartment feed.
The last time I’d done this in a bad mood, I’d become stonier than ever when I saw them making out in the living room of their apartment.
I’d had a club girl sucking my cock all night just to tame the beast raging inside of me, the fresh vision of my woman being pleasured by someone who wasn’t me had set something feral inside.
It had taken me days to calm down.
I clicked the link, as the vision of her came to life on the feed, I saw she was reading on her kindle, her legs stretched out in front of her, fluffy socks on her feet and a wine in her hand.
Perfection.
She’d gotten a few more tattoos on her legs from what I’d seen in the feed, but I couldn’t make out what they were.
My cock was hard as stone as I watched her smile at her kindle, and I had every indication that she was reading one of those smutty scenes the women in the clubhouse went wild for.
The thought of her getting wet and ready had my cock rising to the occasion.
It didn’t take much to get me hard for my Rox.
Fuck.
A knock on my office door had me minimising the screen and muting the laptop, to look up at one of the club girls smiling over at me.
“Need anything, Prez?” she asked. She was young, probably hadn’t been here long and still had the grandeur idea of thinking she could turn my head and I’d have her in my bed. Most of the girls had tried, time and time again, but they all got used to it eventually.
She’d be no different.
“Yeah,” I husked out. “Come here and take care of my cock.”
Her eyes lit up as she moved into the office, closing the door behind her, before she rounded my desk.
“Knees. Mouth open.”
She did as I requested, moving in between the desk and me, her mouth open and willing, as I undid my belt and pulled my rock hard cock out, just as I pushed myself into her eager mouth, and maximised the screen behind her head again.
I was right. Rox had drained her wine glass and now had her hand down her pants, pleasuring herself. Fuck, I wanted to be there, between her legs. It had been so long I’d forgotten what she tasted like.
But not what she sounded like.
My eyes were glued on her as I pushed on the club girl’s head, keeping my cock in her throat as I thrust further into her mouth. She gagged, her hands pushing up on my thighs so she could pull away, but I fucked her mouth with fervour, looking for the finish I so desperately needed.
Rox was close. Her body stiffening as she brought her climax forth.
My balls were drawing up, just as I heard the little slut’s squeak around my cock, surprised at my brutality.
I couldn’t remember if she’d sucked my cock before, but this was how it was with me.
You came here to do a job, I expected it done, and quickly.
Rox threw her head back on the couch, crying out into her empty apartment, before her body stilled, just as I saw her raise her fingers that had been down her pants to her mouth and suck her own arousal off herself.
Fuck me.
That was it. I blew so hard into the slut’s mouth that I could feel it coming up the sides of my cock to dribble down her chin. She choked for a minute, before I relaxed back into my chair.
She let my cock plop out of her mouth, covered in my own cum, once it fell out of her mouth. She tried to clean it up with her hands and swallow what she could, but it was dripping down into her cleavage.
Making her way to her feet, I tsked, pulling her wrist back so her knees slammed onto the floorboards. “You’re not done. Finish the job.”
She looked down at my softening cock, her eyes widening, before she realised what I meant and sucked me back into her mouth to clean me off.
When she was done, I tucked myself back into my jeans and dismissed her. She was a mess, my cum drizzling down her chin and into her shirt, but she didn’t protest. I did, however, see tears in her eyes and her sniffle was loud when she reached the door.
“What do you think your role is here?” I asked her, annoyed she had the audacity to be upset when she came here looking for something to do.
“Umm…”
“Your job is to entertain the brothers. When you come looking for someone to suck, do a good job and leave. You’re no ol’ lady, you don’t deserve a warm bed unless you’ve been told to stay.
Crying about it isn’t going to do you any favours, especially not with me or any of the other officers.
Grow a spine if you want to continue being a Royal Bastard bunny. ”
Her lip wobbled, but she nodded, and left the office as quickly as she could.
Fuck.
I was an asshole, but what I said wasn’t untrue. They had one purpose here, and if they couldn’t do that, then what was the point?
My eyes drifted down to the screen again, this time the camera had followed Rox to the kitchen where she stood over the counter, looking down at something on her screen.
A full glass of wine next to her hand, she was holding herself up with both palms down on the marble countertop, her head hung between her shoulders.
I zoomed in, to see a laptop underneath her, and an email open. I could see the photo of Camo in the email. It was the same email blast that went to everyone he knew, detailing his death and funeral details.
Oh fuck. I wanted to be there, to hold her in my arms and be her strength, like I had been once upon a time.
Then she raised her head and looked firmly at her wine glass, then back at her laptop, before she typed something in and a flight company was pulled up on her screen.
Shit. My cock was getting hard again.
Was she coming home?
Rox
My hands were trembling as I picked up the wine glass from the countertop.
The photo of Cameron sitting on my laptop, the words underneath, almost didn’t make sense.
I’d picked up the phone and called my friend, Grace, his wife.
She’d confirmed that her husband had been killed and his funeral was this week.
We’d spent five minutes crying on either end, unable to speak.
My heart broke for her, and for their kids who would grow up without a father, and then I got mad.
Who the fuck would do this?