Chapter 6 Vex
VEX
Dawn filters in through the curtains, waking me from sleep.
I sit up in bed with a semi. Clearly, my cock doesn’t want to forget about the events of last night.
It’s like I’m fourteen all over again, going to bed having wet dreams.
I knew Carter was going to be trouble the moment I met him at initiation. He was a socially accepted millionaire when he joined us, and we prefer to avoid that sort of demographic here at the club.
But he gave us his sob story and had money to hand over, so Grizzly gave him a chance to be a prospect.
A year later, here we are, minutes away from being in the shitter.
The bastard outbidded Conrad fucking O’Neill, and now I have a beautiful woman sleeping soundly in the bed next to me.
I force myself out of bed and throw on some clothes. It’s still early in the morning, so the main room is quiet. I bask in the peace and pour myself a cup of filtered coffee.
After working in law enforcement for way too many fucking years, you come to realize that people are one of two things: angry or greedy.
These emotions are why people normally break the law.
But there’s also a third reason why people break the law—they’re horny.
Of course, I’m not referring to the actual law here. I’m talking about the one that binds the MC together. Codes of conduct keep things running.
And we just broke one of the biggest rules by bringing danger back to the clubhouse.
Carmen knows how to open her mouth, and that makes her lethal.
That’s not even the worst part about all of this—attending the shady O’Neill auction was my idea. It’s kinda my fault she’s here.
I was hoping to bid for a nice, innocent woman who was in need of a good time and some extra cash. Instead, we brought home Carmen—a woman I knew was going to be trouble the second she started prancing around the stage trying to get out of something she’d already signed up for.
Rebellious.
Skipper enters the main room.
We need a debrief after last night. But I honestly don’t know where to begin.
“What’s she still doing here?” I ask.
Skipper shrugs. “I don’t know. It was late and we were all exhausted. We also need to drive her back.”
“I don’t care. She can find her own way home. We need her out.”
“What’s the rush?”
“The rush?” I abandon my coffee at the bar.
“Is that she’s more than what we bargained for.
Finances aside, she’s going to get us in deep shit.
The women at Conrad’s auction are supposed to be sweet and quiet.
If Carmen has the balls to act out on stage with Conrad present, she also has the balls to open her mouth to the cops about us. ”
“Are you forgetting the part where you pretty much dragged Carter and me by the cocks to attend last night?”
That’s true, but once again, the plan wasn’t to spend millions of dollars on the wrong woman.
Lately, things have been dry for me in the bedroom department. As a member of an MC, if you’re lucky, you can find good company out on the strip—the legal parts—but it’s safer to turn to people like Conrad O’Neill.
As shady as the man is, his women know how to keep a secret. Everyone knows who you are, which means everyone is in the same boat. It’s safe. You sleep with a woman, hand over the money, and have peace of mind that they’re not gonna speak about it again.
I’m taking a sip of my coffee when Carter strides in.
It’s tempting to spit it out in his face.
“Top of the morning to you,” I say grouchily.
“You can be pissed at me for bringing Carmen home, but you still had the night of your life.”
There’s no point denying it. He knows I did. The woman’s fiery, but she certainly knows what she’s doing under the sheets. The way her walls were clinging around my cock last night almost knocked me dead…in the best way possible.
Don’t even get me started on the shape of her ass cheeks, how they reddened when I gave each one a spank.
Skipper asks, “Is she just like you remembered?”
Carter takes a seat. “Even better.”
“Even better?” repeats a female voice.
I look up to see her eavesdropping on our conversation. She walks around the corner, flashing us a sleepy smile. Her clothes from last night are back on.
Clothes might be an overstatement. I wouldn’t call a sparkly G-string clothes.
My eyes dart to her chest.
And then all of a sudden I’m remembering her naked body from last night. Her breasts, in particular. All I want to do is feel the round shape of them again. Her nipple hardened the second I went to lick it. To feel that sensation all over again, I’d ironically pay millions of dollars.
But I don’t think I’d make it out alive if we went there again with her.
“Vex.”
I’m jostled from my thoughts by Skipper clapping in my face.
That’s when I realize I’ve been staring at Carmen’s beautiful breasts all this time.
Carter breaks away from us and produces something.
Is that a check?
I narrow my eyes to get a look at the number written on the dotted line. It’s definitely the same amount he wrote on the blackboard last night.
“For you,” he says, handing the slip over to Carmen like the number doesn’t have six zeroes written at the end.
I swoop over there in a heartbeat, snatching the slip of paper.
Carmen shoots me a look. “We had a deal.”
“Yes, and now we have another.”
She looks me up and down. “I can tell you were an only child.”
I move on from that wild and also correct assumption, and make my point. “We give you this money if you promise to never speak about this again.”
She studies me, brows slowly migrating up her face.
Why is she finding this funny?
“Oh my god,” she chuckles. “You guys really think you’re the shit. But don’t worry, I don’t kiss and tell.”
Skipper intervenes, his tone more level than mine. “If you do kiss and tell, things could get bad for us.”
Carmen scoffs. “Don’t worry. Your Sons of Anarchy secret is safe with me.” The smile fades. “But if it wasn’t, what could happen?”
Since the other two are too pussy to say it, I speak up. “Murder.”
Carmen takes half a step back.
“He’s joking,” Carter says. “We would never kill you.”
“No, of course,” Carmen says. “But others?”
Yes, I think to myself. That’s what normally happens when people open their mouths.
Everything falls silent for a beat until Carter steps forward and steals the check back. “Here.” He places it in Carmen’s hand. “Make sure you cash the check at your earliest convenience. If there are any questions, you can say Carter Trescott wrote it for you.”
“But Carter Trescott did write it for me.”
“I know.” Carter steps aside to grab his helmet and then starts to usher Carmen out. “Here, I’ll give you a ride home.”
“No, thank you. I can get home just fine.”
“How exactly?” Carter asks. “Ubers don’t come out this far. Your only way out of here is on foot and that’s gonna take hours. Days, even, if you encounter desert wildlife.”
Carmen stares out the window like she’s actually considering it.
Eventually, she sighs and agrees.
I know Carmen’s kind better than I know the back of my hand. If you let her, she’ll take control of your heart and shape it however she sees fit.
I prefer women who don’t make me feel things.
Because even when you do feel things, the person turns out to be fake anyway.