Chapter 11
Tico
We just finished carrying up the last of Ember’s and Pyper’s new purchases to the apartment when my phone buzzes in my pocket. Normally, I’d have a fucking Prospect carrying this shit, but I wanted to do this for them. For Ember.
Digging out my phone, I frown when I see Wire’s name on the screen. I signal to Taco that I’m heading downstairs to take the call and he gives me a chin lift.
“Talk to me,” I say once I’m down in the shop.
“Two more women were reported missing this morning. Both are in their early twenties. One from here and another from Plymouth.”
Fury ignites in my veins. “Chingar (Fuck),” I mutter as I run a hand through my hair. “Any anomalies to the previous cases? Fuckers have to mess up at some point.”
Keys click in the background as I wait for his response. “Not really. Both women were out at the bar the nights they disappeared. I’m running their pictures through my systems to see if I can get a hit on anything our cameras in the bar or around town captured.”
I freeze as a cold feeling runs through me. “Wait. The club bar? The Hideout?”
“Yeah. Fuckers are doing this right under our fucking noses.”
Fury ignites in my veins, but I push it down for now. “Anything else?”
“Yeah, a couple of things. I looked into Ember’s family like you asked.”
I hesitate but don’t interrupt him. I need to know all the demons coming our way and I have a feeling it will take a bit for Ember to open up about them. And I’m not letting those assholes get their fucking hands on her again.
“Jerry and Renee Foxx. Jerry’s road name is Drone.
Renee died when Ember was nine. It was ruled an accidental death but based on the shit Daemon told us, I bet it was far from accidental.
Jerry’s been married twice since then. The second wife, Erica, lasted only a couple of years before she died, also ruled accidental, and his current wife, Rochelle, has hardly no footprint at all.
My guess is that she was raised in that sort of environment and Jerry bought her.
His brother, Ryan, is also in the Chrome Vipers and his road name is Bug, but he’s got a much shorter rap sheet.
Either that or he’s just slicker and doesn’t get caught as much as Jerry.
To switch topics, we have a different sort of problem. ”
“?Qué? (What?)”
“Ice had to cancel for tonight and she’ll be out for at least a year. She just found out she’s pregnant.”
“Mierda (Shit),” I mutter then freeze when I sense someone behind me.
Spinning on my heel, I find Ember leaning against the wall, her arms are crossed over her chest and her leg is propped up so her foot is on the wall.
She quirks an eyebrow at me and it unnerves me that I didn’t hear or sense her approaching.
Chingar (Fuck). How long was she standing there? How much did she hear?
“Gotta go,” I tell him and from the amused hum, I’m wondering if he knew she was here or if he just pulled up the camera and saw her.
“How long were you standing there?” I ask as I pocket my phone.
“Long enough. I’ll do it.”
I blink at her, my mind slightly confused for a second. “?Qué? (What?)”
She pushes off the wall and walks forward. My gaze catches on the sway of her hips and when I raise my gaze, she smirks at me.
“I’ll do it. I’ll fill in for Ice.”
I frown. “You just had a fight yourself a few nights ago.”
She shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah, and I’m mostly fine. Think of it as a way to say thank you for what all you guys are doing for Pyper and me. And frankly, after hearing more about what my dad, Uncle Ryan, and Scooter did to Pyper, I could really use the outlet.”
I hesitate, not wanting to put her in harm’s way, and she crosses her arms across her chest as she cocks her eyebrow at me again.
“Who else are you going to be able to get on such short notice?”
I mentally run through the list, but to be honest, our queue of women fighters is extremely short. We only have Ice, Vixen, Regal, Scarlett, and Empress right now.
Ice is obviously out for the forceable future.
Vixen’s still recovering from bruised ribs from a fight two weeks ago.
Regal just had a fight last night so it’s too soon to put her in the ring again.
Scarlett is currently out of town for a different fight, though she should be on her way back by now.
And Empress… Well, I really don’t want to call her up unless I absolutely fucking have to.
Her sudden rise up the ranks has gone to her head and she thinks she’s running the show when in fact it’s me running the show.
She also has a wild hair up her ass that I’m going to choose her as my Ol’ Lady and that for fucking sure is never going to happen.
She may look sweet but she’s as fucking vile as they come.
I could always cancel the fight, but then I’d have to fork over some money and my bookies will have a fucking field day because of all the bets.
“Who’s she fighting against?” she asks.
Mierda (Shit)…Am I really going to do this? I hesitate but still answer her. “She was scheduled to fight Banshee.”
Ember lifts a shoulder in a shrug. “Won’t be a problem. I’ve fought her before.”
Sighing in defeat, I nod reluctantly. “Fine. What all do you need? Were you able to grab your gear before leaving?”
She nods in response and stands straighter.
“I didn’t take my bag out of the trunk after the fight, so yeah, I have everything I need.
I just need to grab it and head to the gym to warm up.
Then I need to see the videos you have to see if they’re the same ones we have and later grab something to eat. What time is the slot?”
“Her slot was the main event, so eleven.”
She nods again and turns to head upstairs, but I loop an arm around her waist, pulling her back toward me. Her hands land on my chest and her lips part in surprise as she looks up at me, her emerald eyes mirroring the same desire I’m feeling.
My lips crash down on hers and she moans as her body sinks further into mine.
Grabbing her hips, I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. Taking a few steps, her back hits the wall and she hisses when I raise her so that her core is against my dick.
Ember gasps when she feels me hard against her and I kiss down her jaw and neck.
“Fuck, Tico,” she whimpers as she rocks her hips against me.
“Let me feel you, Vicious. I want to see what you look like when you cum,” I say before latching onto the spot where her neck meets her shoulders and bite.
She shivers and her fingers hesitantly trace the tattoos on my neck. Something in her touch has me pulling back and it’s only then that I notice the hesitancy on her face.
“Has anyone ever touched you like this, Vicious?”
She looks up into my eyes, pulls her lower lip between her teeth and subtly shakes her head no. “No one. Those that tried before were met with my fists.”
Approval and pride runs through me at how she handled those assholes mixes with a fierce possessiveness. Something primal in me relishes in the fact that I’ll be the only man to touch her like this.
Because Ember Foxx is mine.
Gripping her ass, I pivot and set her down on the counter. Pulling her closer to the edge, I step in between her parted legs. My hands ghost along the hem of her shorts. She spreads her legs wider, and I hum in approval.
“Do you want me to make you feel good, Vicious?”
She whimpers and nods.
“I need the words, Ember.”
‘Yes, please, Tico,” she whispers as she closes her eyes and pulls me closer to her.
“Diego.”
She opens her eyes and blinks up at me in confusion.
“My name is Diego, and I want my name on your lips when you cum.”
Her eyes widen in surprise, knowing what it means for me to give her my real name. Then her eyes turn hooded with desire again. She shifts her hips a bit and I pop the button on her shorts before lowering the zipper. I run my finger along her cloth covered pussy and moan.
“You’re fucking drenched for me, Vicious.”
Pushing the material to the side, I slip a finger inside her and moan again as her wet heat encases me. Carajo (Fuck). I wish I could take her right now, but this isn’t the time or place for her first time.
“Diego,” she cries out and my lips land on hers again as she moans into me.
My thumb plays with her clit as I finger fuck her. My other hand slides up her side and she moans again when I tease her nipple through her shirt and bra.
Sliding another finger inside her, I feel her walls fluttering against me.
My other hand lowers and then caresses her skin along the hem of her shirt.
I hesitate, but when she moans again and pushes her chest forward, I slip my hand under her shirt, sliding it up her side.
I pull the cup of her bra down, freeing her breast before palming it, loving the heavy feel of it in my hands.
Her hips grind against my hand and I know she’s close.
Rolling her nipple between my fingers, I break our kiss momentarily.
“Cum for me, Vicious. Cum all over my fingers.”
I pinch down slightly on her nipple as I press harder on her clit and thrust my fingers into her faster.
“Diego!”
I swallow her cries with a kiss, not wanting anyone upstairs to hear the sweet sounds she makes.
Especially her sister.
Ember’s body shakes as she comes down from her orgasm and she looks up at me, her emerald eyes still heavy with desire.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy and stick them in my mouth, licking her juices off them.
Ember moans and her hips jerk against me again.
Fuck, the taste of her is fucking addictive and I know I won’t be able to wait long to have another taste.
It takes a lot of fucking effort to let her right her clothes and hair, but I don’t step back out of her space.
Ember looks up at me hesitantly after she’s done making sure she’s presentable again and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth again.
Running my thumb along her lip, I gently tug it out before she can abuse it even more than it’s already been bruised.
“What are we doing, Diego?” she whispers hesitantly.
“I want to see where this goes, Vicious.”
“So, what am I then? Your property? Because if so, then I’m walking now.”
“Fuck no, you’re not my property,” I hiss pissed that she’d think I’d place her even lower than the bunnies. “You’re my woman.” I tell her and she looks up at me in surprise. “You’re my woman, and hopefully someday soon, my Ol’ Lady.”
Ember’s lips part in shock. “But we just met. We hardly know anything about each other.”
I smirk down at her as I trail my fingers along her jaw. She shivers and leans into my touch.
“Something in you called to me as I watched you fight the other night. Then watching you disarm Taco, and everything today… Something is telling me you’re what’s been missing in my life.”
She relaxes even further against me but then pulls back slightly. “I can’t explain it but something is pulling me towards you, too. I want to see where this goes, but I have rules, Diego.”
I cock an eyebrow in question. “What rules?”
She holds up a finger. “One, no sleeping with anyone else, and that includes oral, people in town, and cut sluts or bunnies or whatever you call them in your club. If you’re with me, then you’re only with me.”
“We call them bunnies, but I’m not a man that cheats, Ember. When I say you’re mine, you’re mine. That means I’m yours as well.”
She leans up, giving me a kiss. “Good. Second, I’m assuming this won’t be an issue in your club because of what you just said, but since I’ve seen it with the Chrome Vipers, I’m just going to put this out there.
Being your woman means being only your woman.
I refuse to be passed around to the other men in the club. ”
Anger rolls through me at what she’s been forced to witness and she hasn’t even told me everything that’s happened yet.
“You’re right. There’s no way in hell a Royal Bastard would allow his woman to be passed around. However, I will clarify though in case something comes up in the future, but if all parties consent, then that’s their decision.”
She nods and holds up another finger. “Third, I won’t be steamrolled into making a decision either. I will never allow myself to be treated like the Chrome Vipers and Oasis treats their women.”
This one, I hesitate on. “I will try to abide by that one, but there will be times that I need you to listen and do as I say. I’m the President.
My word is law in the club. That means, I can’t have you disrespecting me in front of mis hermanos (my brothers).
If you disagree, fine, we’ll talk about it in private.
But know that I’m serious about this, Vicious.
If you disrespect me in front of the club, then I’ll have to deal with you in front of the club.
If I can’t even have my woman respecting my decisions, then I’ll quickly lose the respect of the club. ”
Her shoulders slump a little, but she nods, thank fuck. “I get it. I don’t like it, but I get that. I’ll try to curb my tongue.”
“Gracias (Thank you). Any others?”
“Yeah, one last one. I’m a package deal.
You get me and you also get Pyper. I want her to have as much of a normal life as possible.
” She pauses as she grumbles and runs a hand over her braid.
“I mean, I’ll have to figure out some way to get guardianship of her so that the cops don’t send her back to our dad or that she won’t go into the system.
But there’s no way I’m going to allow him to sell her. Or me.”
Fury runs through my veins again at that last part. There’s no fucking way I’m going to allow that to happen, but I tuck that information away for now. I’ll have Wire look into it later. Instead, I focus back on Ember.
“Being a package deal doesn’t bother me in the least, Vicious.”
Her forehead furrows. “Why do you call me that? ‘Vicious’?” she asks and I smirk.
“Watching you fight that chick the other night, all I could think about is how vicious you were. How quick you were. How good your form and footwork were. Mierda (Shit), Ember, with the way you move, you make fighting almost look like a dance. And let’s not forget your handiwork in disarming my VP.
It’s been years since I’ve seen someone surprise him in a fight. ”
She grins and I kiss her.
“So how about it, Vicious. You wanna be my woman?”
“Hell, yes,” she replies before pulling me down for another kiss.