Chapter 7
Storm
“I don’t know, brother. This doesn’t sound like such a good idea to me,” I tell Patch as we sit around the table and talk.
“Why not?”
“Too much bullshit,” I remind him as I bring my beer to my lips and take a long pull.
“How so?”
“You got the gangs and shit to think about too, yeah? You think that runnin’ through town is smart with all that goin’ on?” I ask him.
“Yeah, you might be right. I didn’t really think about that.
” I nod my head because I knew he wasn’t thinking when he wanted to run drugs through town.
We’re not the only ones around that run drugs and money, and stepping into their space just isn’t an option.
That would cause a war and stress that we don’t need.
“Then what are you thinkin’?” he asks, looking at me.
“I’m not. I think we’re good with what we have goin’ on. No need to get into more,” I tell him. He nods his head and runs his hand through his hair as he looks around the table.
“Anyone else?” he asks.
“Sorry, Patch. I think with the garage and shit, we’re doin’ okay. I don’t want to start a war right now,” Tide adds.
“Makes sense. We’ll leave it at that then,” he tells us. We all sit around and just talk shit when I see Kenzee walk in. My eyes follow her through the room until she gets to the bar and grabs herself a drink. She looks tired, and it makes me wonder what she’s been doing besides work.
“You talk to her?” Bane asks, pulling my attention to him.
“What do you mean?”
“Jenson said he was gonna have you talk to her about the MC bein’ back in town.”
“Why me?” I ask, confused. He shrugs and takes down the rest of his beer before speaking once more.
“I don’t know. He didn’t say. Just said he was gonna ask you.”
“He ain’t said shit to me.” Bane shrugs once more when I see someone else walk into the club. She’s cute. She’s tall and has long legs that she doesn’t hide with that short skirt, but she’s also a little uptight. I can tell just by looking at her.
She looks around the room until her eyes land on our prez, Patch. She smiles and walks toward him when he pulls her into a hug. I glance over Tide, but he just shrugs. We go back to watching the scene unfold when Patch looks over and motions to me.
I shove out of my chair and walk over when he introduces us.
“Storm, this is Kristy. She worked your case and got you freed,” he says. I didn’t know shit about her, and I’m not sure why he’s telling me this to begin with.
“Appreciate that,” I say as I eye her up and down.
“It was a pleasure. I’ve known Patch a while now, and he asked for a favor.”
“Is that right?” I ask, glancing at Patch before dragging my eyes back to her.
“Yes, that’s right. And I’m here to discuss my favor in return.”
“What do you mean?”
“I need a favor now. I helped you out on the grounds that I would need a favor later on. Somehow that came faster than I thought it would.” I nod my head, understanding what she’s saying.
“And I’m the one returnin’ that favor?” I ask. Patch chuckles and slaps a hand on my shoulder.
“Damn right you are.”
“You wanna go into the office and talk about it?” I ask her.
She chews on her lip and nods her head, and it makes me wonder what exactly this favor is.
I nod once and motion for her to follow me when I see Kenzee watching.
I smirk at her as I lead Kristy into the office and close the door behind us.
As soon as it latches, Kristy is on me. She’s kissing my neck, pulling at my jeans.
“This is the repayment?” I ask as she continues her attack on me.
“Part of it,” she says as she unhooks my jeans.
“I wasn’t informed about this.”
“Are you telling me no?” She asks, shoving my jeans down my legs.
“Fuck no, I’m not.” With that, she drops to her knees in front of me and pulls my cock free before wrapping her lips around it.
She sucks me into her mouth, and I groan, grabbing the back of her hair and holding on.
Kristy knows how to suck a cock, that much I can tell as she pulls me deep into her throat. She keeps sucking as I groan.
“That's all you want?” I ask her as she peers up at me under her lashes. She shakes her head, and I nod, motioning for her to stand up. She pulls her lips from my cock with a pop and stands in front of me.
“I’ve always wanted to be fucked over a desk,” she says, eyeing the desk next to me.
“No one has fucked the little lawyer over a desk?” I ask, not believing her.
“No. I never let it happen.”
“By all means,” I tell her, motioning to the desk. I grab a condom out of my jeans and tear it open, rolling it down my length.
“No condoms,” she says over her shoulder as she leans down, resting her hands on the desk.
“Like fuck I’m not. I don’t know you.”
“I mean it,” she says a little harshly this time.
“Then you might as well get Patch in here to fuck you, sweetheart. I’m not raw doggin’ you.” She huffs and rolls her eyes before nodding.
“Fine. Come on,” she says. I shake my head, not sure what the hell is with her, but nevertheless I move in behind her and line up my cock. I shove into her and find that my cock eases in. She’s wet as fuck, and I’m not sure why. Maybe just because she’s being fucked over the desk like she wanted.
I grip her hips, and I fuck her. Not like I fuck Kenzee. Not like I want to fuck Kenzee. No, I just fuck this bitch. Doesn’t matter to her, I assume, since she’s moaning and groaning. I look down and watch as my cock slides in and out of her.
“I need more,” she whines, so I give it to her. I slam into her over and over as she screams so half the club can hear her. I nearly roll my eyes because she isn’t even that tight. If I’m being honest, her pussy isn’t even that good, but a fuck is a fuck.
“I’m so close,” she pants as I keep thrusting into her. I never thought that I would be bored fucking someone, but this has to be the worst fuck I’ve ever had.
I keep going as she comes for me. Even after she’s done, I keep pumping into her until I finally release myself. I’ve never in my life taken that long to get off. Not even in the fucking pen.
I pull out of her and roll the condom off before tossing it in the trash. She adjusts her skirt as she stands and turns to face me.
“That was great,” she grins at me. I nod my head, giving her a smile. Glad someone enjoyed it.
“That it?” I ask.
“No. That’s not it. I’ll be back for more, Storm but that isn’t the main reason I’m here.”
“What is the reason?” I ask as I pull up my jeans and rebuckle them.
“I’m going to need my husband dead.” That catches my attention. I look up at her, and I can tell by the look on her face that she isn’t playing about this.
“Dead? Why?”
“He’s abusive.”
“Divorce him.”
“Don’t you think that if it were that easy, I would do it?”
“Why isn’t it that easy?”
“I won’t discuss that. I just want him dead,” she tells me.
“When? How?”
“That’s all up to you. I don’t care how, I just don’t need him to be found,” she adds as she stands in front of me with her hands on her hips.
“I’m gonna need more information than that. What’s he do? Where does he work? Where does he spend his time?” She huffs out a breath before crossing the room toward the door.
“You don’t need to know all that! Patch promised me that things would go smoothly, and you asking all these questions isn’t my idea of smoothly.” She reaches for the doorknob when I speak.
“So you want him dead but you don’t want to tell me shit about him?”
“That’s exactly right. In fact, you wait for my phone call. When I call, you go. That should be the easiest way,” she says before turning to face me.
“Fine. We’ll do this your way,” I tell her. She nods her head before walking back toward me, grabbing my cut and jerking me toward her. I lean down, and she presses her lips to mine, biting my lip for good measure before pulling away.
“I meant what I said. I’ll be back for more,” she coos. I nod my head but I don’t smile at her. I don’t know how much I’m going to like this arrangement that Patch seems to have made for me.
I watch Kristy walk out of the room before I follow behind her. When I step out, I see Kenzee eyeing the woman before jerking her eyes to meet mine. What the fuck do I say to her? There’s nothing.
So I ignore her and walk over to Patch.
“You didn’t think you should have run this shit by me first?” I ask him.
“Why? You don’t want free pussy?”
“It isn’t about the pussy. You know what she wants?” I ask him. He nods his head.
“Her husband dead.”
“I just got out of the fuckin’ pen, Patch!”
“Yeah, and she got your ass out of there! Or did you forget that part?” he asks, narrowing his eyes at me.
“So now I have to fuck her and kill the man? You know she won’t tell me shit about him. She wants to call me when she’s ready for it to be done.”
“And? What’s the problem?” I sigh and run my hand through my hair as I glance around, my eyes falling on Kenzee once more. She’s bent over, tying her shoe, and all I can think about is getting behind her and slipping back inside of her.
“This is fucked, Patch. I don’t like not knowin’.”
“She got you out, she isn’t gonna steer you wrong, Storm.” I nod my head and crack my neck from side to side.
“I sure as hell hope not.” I walk away from him, needing the space and to think. This is fucked up. I can’t believe that Patch would get me into this shit knowing that I just fucking got out.
I stomp into my room and slam the door, but before it shuts, someone pushes it open. I turn to look, and Knezee steps inside, closing the door behind her.
When she doesn’t speak, I do.
“What?”
“Let me get this straight. You’re going to train me and fuck me when you want, and also fuck that bitch?” I chuckle now as I drop onto the bed, glaring at her.
“You care who I fuck now?”
“I do when your cock is going inside of me!”
“You wanna calm down?”
“No. I don’t. I don’t want whatever diseases you’re getting from your little whores.”
“I keep it wrapped up, sweetheart,” I tell her.
“You didn’t with me,” she argues.
“That’s different. I keep it wrapped with anyone else,” I inform her.