Chapter 29
CAN YOU HANDLE THAT?
J.D. Stevens
As Caesar guided Rebel and Rumi into the clubhouse, I let out a long-awaited sigh of relief. All I wanted to do was be alone with Rebel and pull her into my arms. But of course, I couldn’t. So much shit was happening, we didn’t have time for it. I needed to find out what happened at the FBI Field Office and find out where we go from here.
Earl Daniels received payment from a prospect whose name we now have. We think we know the club that prospect belonged to which was the club my Uncle Angus founded, and my cousin, Grimm was now the President of. But I can’t just confront Grimm without concrete proof. All I had was a video of a prospect exchanging money with a corrupt cop.
Did I believe my cousin had anything to do with Dani’s death? Hell fucking no. But there was no way I could deny the possibility Sin City MC was involved even if it was just one of the club’s prospects paying for a hit on a woman and a child.
I’d known Grimm my entire life. There was no fucking way he would have signed off on that. But he also deserved to know somebody in his club was doing shit behind his back and fucking with his family. She was my wife. Luca was my son. Whoever did this that was connected to Sin City had killed his family too. And he was just like me. Like my brother-in-law. Nobody fucked with our families. That was a death sentence.
Now, I was completely in the dark about what was happening with Rebel. While I hadn’t known her long, I wasn’t worried about what she told the FBI, I just wanted to know if she was good. And by the look on her face, she was over everything. And I didn’t blame her. Guilt assaulted me. If it wasn’t for me, she wouldn’t be involved in any of this. I would need to make this up to her after all this shit was over.
I rubbed my temples as Caesar and Rumi continued to argue over whether she should even be here and why was he trying to ruin her relationship with her fiancé? I wished they would just fuck and get it over with. Get all that pent up sexual tension between them out of the way so they could get back together or go their separate ways. I didn’t know how in the hell Rebel had put up with all the bickering all these years.
Rumi didn’t want to be here, and I really couldn’t blame her. We were still bikers, and this was a clubhouse. Bitches walked around naked, the brothers were rowdy, it wasn’t everybody’s cup of tea. But Caesar was right. Being here was the best thing for her at this time because we really didn’t know where all this was leading and who was involved. And for fuck’s sake, she was Rebel’s twin which put a target on her back just because she looked like her fucking sister.
I leaned back in my chair listening to Caesar and Rumi go back and forth while Rebel rubbed her temples. She looked like she wanted to run out of here.
I slammed my palm on top of my desk. “Enough!”
Caesar stopped immediately, pinching the bridge of his nose while Rumi glared at me.
“Who the hell do you think, you’re yelling at? You can’t tell me what the hell to do.”
I smiled and leaned forward. “As a matter of fact, I can, Rumi. This is my fucking clubhouse. As long as I’m the president of Demons United’s North Carolina chapter, what the fuck I say in here goes. Get used to it.”
Her eyes widen, and she stared at her sister, then back at Caesar like they were supposed to say something to me in her defense. But Caesar knew better. He was my best friend, but I was also his president. And just like I told her, what the fuck I say goes. Those were the fucking rules.
“And you’re just going to sit there and let him talk to me like that?” she asked Caesar.
The look on his face was almost laughable.
“What the fuck do you think I’m supposed to say, Rumi?” He tossed his hands in the air. “You’re not my fucking old lady. And even if you where you’d know what the hell, he said was the truth. He’s my fucking president and I listen to him.”
“Now whatever the fuck is going on between the two of you,” I said, “it’s not important right now. You’re here Rumi because you look just like your fucking sister which has almost gotten you killed once. Here you’ll be protected. Trust me, I don’t want you here either, but it is what it is.”
She huffed. “How long do I have to stay here? I have a life. I have a fiancé who I need to get back too.”
Caesar snorted, and she glared at him before looking back at me.
“Until we make sure there isn’t a threat, Rumi.” I sighed, running my hand through my hair. “I know it’s an inconvenience, but I’d rather you be inconvenienced than you be dead. And that’s an actual possibility. Which do you prefer?”
“Sis, just listen to them,” Rebel said. “This is the best thing for both of us. Just call Oscar and tell him we’re going on a sisters retreat to the spa before the wedding, and you’ll call him every day.”
Sounded like a decent plan to me.
“You do know I have a job, Rebel.” She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. “What am I’m supposed to tell them?”
From the short time I’d known Rumi, it was clear she was entitled, and a spoiled brat. She was used to getting her way. I was pretty sure her parents were to blame for this, but Caesar too. I could see him trying to give this woman the world if she asked for it.
“Rumi, for fuck’s sake.” Rebel tossed her hands in the air in frustration. “You can work from anywhere and you fucking know it. Stop it with this bullshit.”
“Then it’s settled,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “You’ll stay here. Caesar take Rumi to her room and make sure you have one of the girls get her whatever she needs.”
“So, I don’t have any say in this?” she asked with her eyes wide.
“No, you don’t, unless you want to end up dead. Dead or stay here. Those are your choices.”
Enough with the bullshit. My place. My rules. She was staying here, and that was final. Once all this shit was over and I knew she was safe, she could do whatever the hell she wanted. Preferably away from me.
“Come on Mimi,” Caesar said, pulling her from the chair. I was shocked she didn’t fight him and went willingly. It almost seemed like she had to fight against everything. That had to be tiring. It sure as hell was for me.
“I’ll see you in a little bit, and we can talk then,” Rebel said.
Rumi sighed and nodded, then followed Caesar out of the office. When the door shut behind them, I let out a breath of relief. It was like it was easy to breathe again with her out of the room.
My gaze landed on the beautiful woman sitting in front of me. She was dressed in a long black skirt paired with a pink off-the-shoulder top. Her signature low-top Chuck Taylors, normally black, were now a matching shade of pink.
“I’m sorry about Rumi. She can be a little much at times, but her heart is in the right place. She’s worried about me, and she’s fighting her feelings for Caesar.”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” I shrugged. “I wasn’t expecting this either. So, she has a right to be upset, but she has to understand this is for her safety as well as yours.”
“So much is going on and she’s out of the loop. But I’ll have a talk with her later.”
“I never imagined everything went this deep,” I said. “I just knew something was off with Dani’s death.”
And that was the simple truth. What the authorities were saying didn’t match up with anything. Charlotte’s finest had a vendetta against me, I knew that. But I would have never imagined they would have been involved in the death of a mother and her child because everything had always been aimed at me and the club.
“How are you doing?” she asked.
“I’ll be doing better once you get your ass over here,” I said, motioning with my finger. “Come here, beautiful.”
With a smile on her face, she rose from her seat and leisurely strolled around my desk. I pulled her onto my lap, guiding her to straddle my hips. I gripped her ass through her skirt as she rested her head against mine. And in an instant, a sense of peace washed over me, despite the chaos surrounding our lives. Even though shit was about to hit the fan, her presence made everything alright. As long as she was by my side, I knew everything would be alright.
“Are you alright?” I asked, squeezing her ass.
“Define alright?” she asked, chuckling, and squirming under my touch. “I was almost killed by a crazy cop. I also had to deal with the FBI, and my annoying ass sister.”
“Mentally?” I twisted one of her braids around one of my fingers before letting it go. “Emotionally?”
She gazed at me, then leaned forward and kissed me before pulling back. “I’m drained to be honest.”
I nodded because I understood exactly what she meant. I was drained mentally and emotionally too. It was exhausting trying to find the answers people were determined to keep hidden.
“I wasn’t expecting to be hauled down to the FBI Field Office even though I probably should have since I knew they were watching,” she continued. “I just thought my godfather provided some type of protection. But that’s my fault. He still has a job to do. And I also wasn’t expecting to play referee between my sister and her ex-husband which you can see how that’s going. So, it’s been a lot.”
We had been digging for weeks trying to find out what the hell happened that day. And the more we dug, the crazier things became. As we answered more questions, we encountered even more challenges that required us to search for additional answers. It felt like a never-ending cycle, with no beginning or end in sight. A never-ending cycle of bullshit.
“I appreciate, you,” I said running my thumb along her bottom lip.
She didn’t have to go through any of this shit, but she was doing it for me, and I understood that. I understood the sacrifices she was making for me, and it filled me with gratitude and admiration.
“I appreciate everything you’ve been doing for me, sweetheart. More than you could ever know.”
“I think I have some sort of idea.” A weary smile graced her lips. “I’m just glad I can use my talents to get justice for your family. They deserve it and so do you.”
I leaned in and kissed her passionately, my hands firmly grasping her ass. As she moaned, I eagerly deepened the kiss, savoring the taste of her desire. Her lips tasted like a sweet blend of honey and strawberries. Before pulling back, I gently nibbled on her bottom lip, savoring the taste.
“If we don’t stop, I’m going to fuck you in my office.”
She gazed into my eyes. “I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Rebel,” I said her name, my voice filled with caution.
“I’m tired of us both not getting what we want.” She ran her hands through my hair, her nails scratching my scalp. “I want to feel you inside me. I want to be with you.”
I groaned. “I want that too, but you need to know, I just don’t fuck, Rebel. The women I’ve been with since Dani’s death have been strictly blow jobs. If we fuck that means something to me. Do you get what I’m saying?”
“Are you serious? You haven’t been with another woman since Dani?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I hadn’t even eaten anyone’s pussy since her death. Not until you. I haven’t shown any interest anyone until you. So, you need to make sure this is something that you want. I have a daughter. I’m the president of a motorcycle club. These are things that will always be a part of me. Can you handle that?”
“Are you saying you want to be with me?”
It was a valid question. And it was an answer she had every right to know. If I wanted her to commit to me, I needed to commit to her too. I couldn’t live in the past anymore. Having Rebel in my life opened my eyes. Revenge aside, I was afraid to move on. I was afraid I would forget the love me and Dani shared. But Dani would always be a part of me. She lived on in our daughter. She still lived on in my heart, which was big enough to share with Rebel. Dani was my past. Rebel was my future.
“Yes, I want to be with you. I want to see where this can go between us. The question is after you think about me being a single father and the president of a motorcycle club, do you want to be with me?”
“Yes, I want to be with you,” she said without hesitation.
That was all I needed to hear. When our mouths met, it felt like a powerful collision of desire and longing. A spiral of ecstasy enveloped me as her soft lips pressed against mine, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Raising my mouth from hers, I gazed into her eyes.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
I needed to make sure because there was no turning back after this.
She raised up on her knees, then lifted her skirt above her hips. “Yes, I’m sure.”
I unbuckled my jeans, then slid them down along with my boxers under my ass. My erection popped free, hitting me in the stomach. She pulled her shirt over her head then tossed it on the floor, followed by her bra.
I grasped my cock, and she placed her hands on my shoulders, then she slowly sunk down. And I was in fucking heaven. We both groaned as her tightness engulfed me, intensifying the pleasure.
“Fuck you feel good.” I gripped her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh. “So tight, so warm.”
“J.D.,” she moaned while she rocked her hips up and down my shaft.
The moment our bodies collided, it was like a powerful explosion, igniting every inch of my being and everything aligned. This was the woman for me. And I desperately needed more of her. She felt so good, and I didn’t want to drag this out because I wanted to do it all over again.
“You’re mine, Rebel.” I took control of her movements and bounced her up and down on my hardened length fast and hard, her tits bouncing in my face.
She gasped in a mixture of pleasure and pain as I eagerly sucked her taut peak, craving more. The silence was unbearable; I needed her scream to break it. Pure and explosive pleasure surged through my entire being. The expression of pure bliss on her face was as exhilarating as a surge of adrenaline. Something I needed to experience over and over again.
The scent of sex hung heavy in the air as sounds of us fucking filled the room. I sucked and licked her nipples then rubbed her clit while she continued to move up and down on my cock, her arousal dripping down my nuts.
“I’m coming!” she screamed loud enough were the entire clubhouse probably heard. But I didn’t care. She was mine, and I wanted everyone of them to fucking know it.
Her eyes tightly shut, she arched her head back as she descended over the edge, her body quivering with pleasure and her muscles clenching around me.
With a firm hold on her hips, I relentlessly drove into her from below, leaving no room for mercy. Tingling and warmth encompassed my entire body.
“Fuck,” I groaned as I released inside her warm cunt, my seed coating her walls.
Once her breathing calmed, she opened her eyes and looked at me, her face lighting up with a broad grin. “That was amazing.”
“It was.” I could feel myself hardening inside her and her eyes widen. “Now, let’s do it again. I’m going to fuck you all night long.”