1. Grim
GRIM
“Take off your clothes.”
She was scared. I could see it in her eyes.
I couldn’t exactly blame her. I was twice her age, big and muscular with scars and tattoos that would intimidate the fiercest of men.
But she was used to that. She’d been a Fury hang-around for a while, but she didn’t know anything about me—just that I was an enforcer from another chapter.
Seeing that she needed a little encouragement, I gave her a little smile and pushed, “Come on, darlin’. You don’t have to be scared of me. I’m gonna make us both feel real good. You’ll see.”
She nodded, then dropped her hands to the hem of her fitted sweater and eased it over her head. Seconds later, her skirt was gone, and she was standing in front of me bare and waiting.
She was too young, too skinny, too submissive for my liking, but Washington was a hell of a drive from Little Rock, and I was in dire need of a cold beer, a good lay, and a soft bed. I’d already had my beer, and that bed was calling my name.
“That’s a good girl.” I started unbuckling my jeans as I commanded, “Now, come here.”
As she approached, I gave her a half-smile and said, “Let’s see what you got.”
Her eyes locked on mine as she lowered herself to her knees, and a hiss slipped across my teeth when she took me in her hand.
Her fingers barely wrapping my girth as she began teasing me with soft, easy strokes.
My cock grew harder with every flick of her wrist, and while it felt alright, I needed something more.
I was about to tell her to get to it when I felt the tip of her tongue rake against me.
I reached down, taking her hair in my hands, guiding her as she finally took me in her mouth.
Her mouth was soft, warm and wet, and I won’t deny that it felt pretty damn good.
Unable to fight the urge, I pulled back on her hair and forced her to take me deeper.
She struggled for a moment but quickly recovered and carried on. “That’s it. Take all of it.”
Her strokes became firmer and quicker with a slight twist of her wrist, and she sucked harder as she took me deeper. She was getting into it, really into it, and fuck. The girl had a mouth on her, and it damn near had me going over the edge.
I took a step back and pulled myself free from her grasp, and she looked at me with surprise as I reached down and picked her up. “Enough of that.”
I carried her over to the desk and settled between her legs. I grabbed a condom from my wallet and then ditched my jeans. I wasn’t sure if she was ready for me. I didn’t really care. I gathered some spit on the tip of my fingers and raked them across her center.
Her breath caught when I drove deep inside her with one hard thrust. She wasn’t new to this. She’d had her fair share, but she still felt pretty fucking good as I worked myself in deeper. Relishing the sensation, I let out a low growl as I slowly withdrew.
A slight hiss slipped through her teeth as I drove into her again and again—each time a bit faster and more unforgiving. Her heels dug into my back, and she gasped, “Oh, my God, you feel so good!”
Still buried deep inside her, I slipped my hands under her ass and lifted her from the desk. I carried her over to the bed and dropped her onto the mattress as I commanded, “On your knees.”
She quickly complied, and as soon as she was on all fours, she glanced over her shoulder and eagerly watched as I stepped behind her.
I reached over and fisted her hair in my hand, giving it a hard tug, and she cried out when I plunged inside her once again.
Unable to control myself, I drew back and plowed into her again and again, giving her everything I had.
“Fuckkk!” I shouted out as my throbbing cock demanded its release too fucking soon.
I continued to drive into her in a demanding rhythm until, at last, she twisted the sheets with her hands and let out another tortured groan.
Her body clamped down around me like a vice as my hips collided with hers, and I was done.
I drove into her once more, then finally came deep inside of her. I took a moment to collect myself, then withdrew and told her, “You can go now.”
“But wait... Are you gonna be around later?”
And there it is. She wanted more. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the time nor desire to give it to her. “Heading out first thing tomorrow. Maybe next time.”
Without saying anything more, I turned and went to take a shower. By the time I got out, she was gone, and I was pleased to see that there was no trace of her left in the room. The girl knew her place. I liked that.
I laid down on the bed, and it wasn’t long before my mind drifted to Beckett.
He was the reason why I’d traveled thirty-some-odd hours from Little Rock to Washington.
He was Preacher’s kid. He was only nineteen and the youngest of three.
That came with its advantages, especially when your father is the president of the MC.
He got anything he wanted, and when he got into trouble, we were there to bail him out.
Over the years, he grew to feel entitled.
He thought he had a say in what we did or didn’t do, but he couldn’t have been more wrong. He learned just how wrong a few months ago when his girl was killed by a local gang.
They hadn’t just killed her.
They’d done a real number on her, and that was putting it mildly. Beckett was all fucked up about it. He was angry and hungry for revenge, and he expected Preacher to feel the same. He wanted the gang taken care of—even if it meant declaring war.
Preacher refused.
Not because he was cold-hearted.
He knew it was a horrible thing that they did to Amy, but at the end of the day, they’d only been dating for a couple of months.
She wasn’t an ol’ lady, and the club had no real ties to her.
Preacher tried explaining that to his distraught son, but the kid’s emotions had gotten the best of him, and he couldn’t see the forest for the trees.
Fearing he might do something he’d regret, Preacher sent him to hang with the Washington chapter for a couple of months.
Maverick and the boys took him under their wing, and every time we checked in with them, they seemed to think Beckett was doing better.
Preacher wanted him home for the holidays, so I agreed to go get him.
When I arrived, it was late, and Beckett had already crashed for the night.
I had a little fun with the cute hang around and crashed as well.
I woke up the following day much later than I had planned.
The long drive and my night with the pretty young lady had taken their toll, and I slept until almost noon. I got up, took a quick shower, and as soon as I was dressed, I went to track Beckett down. I’d barely started down the hall when I spotted Stitch.
He’d been the chapter’s enforcer for as long as I’d known him, and while he had a hell of a replacement, it was strange to find that he had stepped down and was now just another brother. He was about to step out the back door, so I called out, “Yo, Stitch. You seen Beckett?”
“The boys aren’t working today, so they partied a bit last night. If I had to guess, I’d say he’s probably still in his room.” He motioned his head down the hall. “Third door on your right.”
“Appreciate it.”
He nodded, then continued out the door. Once he was gone, I made my way down to Beckett’s room and knocked on the door. Seconds later, I heard, “I’ll be out in a minute.”
I wasn’t in the mood to be kept waiting, so I opened the door and stepped inside.
The room was a fucking mess. There were bags at the door, empty bottles strewn around the room, and dirty towels tossed in the corner.
I glanced over to the bed and immediately spotted Beckett’s hair peeking out from the tangled mess of blankets.
I tossed them back as I yelled, “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”
“Hmmm,” he groaned with a slight stretch.
“Beck!” My tone was gruff and carried a hint of impatience as I pushed, “Get your ass up! It’s fucking noon.”
“Grim?” He cracked one eye open. “I thought you were coming tomorrow.”
“I made it hear early. Now, get up.”
His voice was laced with irritation as Beckett whined, "Ah, man... What’s the fucking rush?”
“I’ve got something you’re gonna wanna see.
” I crossed my arms and leaned against the doorframe as I watched him start to stir.
I liked Beckett. He could be a lot at times, but he was a good kid.
I was looking forward to showing him what I’d brought, so I pushed, “Now, stop fucking around and get up!”
With a sigh, Beckett finally swung his legs over the edge of the bed, facing me with a scowl. “Okay, what is it?”
“You’ll see.”
Without any further argument, he got up and put on his clothes. Once he was ready, I led him out of his room and down the hall. When we started outside, he asked, “Where the hell are we going?”
I didn’t answer. I just kept moving forward, and he followed.
It wasn’t long before we’d made our way out to Wrath’s workroom.
Beckett followed me over to the two-way glass, and his eyes grew wide when he spotted the man in the center of the room.
His hands were bound above his head, and it was difficult to see his face.
Confused, Beckett asked, “Who the hell is that?”
“Deshawn Michaels.” Before he could ask, I explained, “He’s one of ‘em.”
“Seriously?” His eyes grew wide. “He’s one of the guys who raped and killed Amy?”
“I wish I could’ve brought them all, but he’ll have to do.”
“What are we supposed to do with him?”
“That’s up to you.” I motioned my head to the door. “He’s all yours.”
“Seriously?”
“I’ll be back in a couple of hours.” I gave him a pat on the shoulder, then said, “Go get the closure you need and let’s put this shit behind us once and for all.”