5. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Silver
I thought I had seen everything. Turns out, she knows how to surprise me. -Silver
I shut the door behind me and sigh. I lean against it, feeling the beginnings of a headache and a knot in my stomach.
Today, we met with King. There’s obviously a traitor among his members and we have no idea who it is.
Two guys have already been hurt because their bikes were tampered with.
We helped King go through the camera footage of his compound, but nothing seemed amiss.
King inherited his guys from his father, Bull, who started the club over twenty years ago.
A lot of the members haven’t taken well to him taking over the President position, even though he was voted in.
Some of the older guys thought they could do a better job.
Hell, some of the old guys still thought it was appropriate to beat women and use the club to traffic drugs.
King was having a time trying to get the club cleaned up.
Bull wasn’t a bad guy, but he let a lot go on under his rule and he definitely didn’t care what his guys did as long as it made him money.
The delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen is what finally pulls me from my spot at the front entrance.
“Charity!” I call out. “What did you make, honey? It smells delicious.” The endearment slips naturally from my mouth and I almost groan. I have to remember to be distant, especially after what happened the other day. We’ve been quietly avoiding each other ever since.
I follow my nose to the kitchen and stand speechless in the doorway. My woman is standing bent over, obviously reaching for something in the oven. Her skirt…fuck, is that a skirt? It’s so short that her red silk panties are directly in my line of vision. My cock immediately stands at attention.
I imagine my hands running up her smooth legs to tear those pretty panties off her.
I picture leaning her over the counter while I ram my cock into her sweet pussy, while her cum drips down her legs for me.
I imagine the sounds she would make as I fuck her from behind, that luscious ass bared for me to see.
I finally break out of my haze of lust when she turns, a wide grin on her face. I narrow my eyes. She’s wearing a bright red lipstick and her plump breasts are spilling out of her low-cut top. She’s holding a dish with a perfectly cooked chicken in it.
“Roasted chicken, Sil. I made your favorite,” she says brightly.
I take a step forward and then correct myself. What the hell is going on? Is she trying to drive me crazy?
“What the hell are you wearing, Charity?” My voice comes out as a low growl.
I watch as her smile fades and then her eyes blink once, twice, and then…oh shit, tears.
She places the dish carefully on the counter and mutters. “Fuck you, Silver.”
Oh hell, what have I done?