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  I don’t even care about his warning. I dang well know he’s right but my mind is still processing what I just saw and I shove him hard against his pecs. “Get out there, Ransom! I just saw Casey take down a biker and I need to know he’s safe.”

  Ransom doesn’t even wait or question me but rushes around me to head out. I have to swallow a few times at the lump in my throat. I hope Casey is all right. I don’t want him hurt. The things I just saw in the room...all the blood...the people who did this...were they waiting outside? The shots I heard. Dammit, I can’t lose him.

  Chapter Eleven

  ***Casey***

  My body is pumping with adrenaline, even if I just got the wind knocked out of me when I collided with the fucker I pushed off his damn bike. I can’t believe this fucker was standing watch. He must have seen us through the window. Fuck, he could have easily killed Curls or hell, maybe even all of us.

  I pull my arm back and hit him in the face. I go blind with rage and keep hitting him until I feel someone grabbing hold of me and start to drag me off the guy. It only makes me more enraged until I hear my brother’s voice.

  “You got him, Casey, come on, leave some damn life in the fucker so we can drain some info out of him,” Ransom grunts while I let him drag me to my feet.

  “Fuck, bro, that could have turned bad in a nanosecond. How the fuck did the both of us handle this shit with our damn heads up our asses?” Calix growls.

  “Sweep the area, I doubt there are more hiding out. This one was already on his bike, he was just watching. Doesn’t make it any less fucked up,” I say, and step away from Ransom in an effort to get my bearings.

  “Leo.” Thorn sneers the name of the biker who’s lying bloody on the ground. “You’re gonna die tonight, fucking rat.”

  My hands go to my head as my fingers dig through my hair. Fucking hell. I close my eyes and tip my head back in an effort to get my bearings. When I open them, my gaze is locked on the roof and I have to blink a few times to process the shit I’m seeing.

  Pointing up, I tell the guys, “I found Ryke.”

  All eyes follow the direction I’m pointing in and turn to shock when the scene registers. Ryke’s body is on the roof, slightly tipping over with his head and arm as if he’s thrown up there like a ragdoll.

  “Looks like they climbed onto the dumpster to throw him on there, but for fuck’s sake, why?” Ransom questions. “Why not throw him in the dumpster, leave him in the damn room or throw him in the bushes? This is fucked up.”

  “Not going to discuss it right now, but it’s going be the first damn question this fucker here is going to answer,” Calix growls and grabs Leo off the ground to drag him with him into the clubhouse.

  We all follow them into the office. Calix points at me. “Tell C.Rash it’s gonna be a while and make a list to make sure we know who was here when this shit went down. Then make sure to empty the clubhouse and get the stray pussy out of the damn club. And make damn sure no one goes around back. Then return here.”

  I give him a nod and leave the room. Curls’ eyes land on mine and she narrows them. “I know you’re doing your job—club business and all—but I don’t appreciate you risking your life by throwing yourself at moving motorcycles.”

  The corner of my mouth twitches. “Understood.” I tell her and the only reaction in return I get is to see her shoulders relax as she turns her attention back to Tenley.

  Fuck. I know for damn sure the reason she’s as relaxed in this fucked up situation is because she was born into the MC life. Even if I’ve been on the outside of one—my brother in one—I know the ins and outs and how Old Ladies handle themselves. Yet Curls? She’s stronger than any women I’ve ever met.

  I realize it even more as I escort the stray pussy out of the clubhouse. Every single one is wide-eyed while scurrying out as if the club’s on fire. They know very well to keep their mouths shut. Seeing Calix drag a guy inside whose face is beaten up is enough for them to internally freak out.

  Pride courses through me as I glance back to see the strength Curls radiates. But then a thought hits me...how the hell would she have known I launched myself at a moving motorcycle? She would have to have left the clubhouse to see me do it since no one told her. Fuck.

  I take a detour to stride to my woman, catching her by surprise when I place my hand at the back of her neck to grip those flaming curls and pull her head back gently to crash my mouth against hers.

  Though the kiss is quick and rough, leaving her lips swollen and well used, I tell her, “You just earned yourself a spanking by stating what you just did...’cause it lets me know you ignored a direct order to stay put or you wouldn’t have known what I fucking did.”

  Her eyes go wide before they dilate. “Okay,” she fucking breathes.

  “You two, break it off. My Old Man just dragged a bloody Thorns ‘n’ Bones MC member into his office, get your ass back to work, Casey,” Tenley snaps.

  The corner of my mouth twitches and I see the mischief in Curls’ eyes and when they slide to Tenley and back to me, I can clearly see the understanding going through her mind of what I’ve told her. How Tenley might have given her cut and VP status back to the club and yet there’s no doubt of the authority she still holds.

  I brush my lips against hers one last time before I pull back and give Tenley a tight nod. I rush over to church to find C.Rash to get things moving. It was already a night filled with tension but the way it spiraled out of control is something completely different.

  Hours tick by while my brothers handle two dead bodies and we interrogate Leo. When we’re sure he hasn’t got any other info to share it’s the end of the line for him and his body is disposed of too.

  It’s early morning before we decide to get some shut eye. We have a meeting later today to discuss everything we discovered and we need the rest and a fresh brain to process this twisted shit.

  I follow Ransom to his room where Tenley, Curls, and Hedwig decided to stay together. It’s a room without a window, and with Dixey and Ryke both dead with perps going in and out of a window, I’m damn glad these three decided this was the best place for them. Even more when we are met with a gun pointed at us by Tenley. She lowers it as soon as she sees us.

  “Your Old Man is waiting for you,” I tell her and she turns to the other girls to say goodbye before rushing out of the room.

  “Come on, let’s get some shut-eye,” I tell Curls and hold my hand out for her to take.

  She takes it without questioning and follows me to our room. Even if I’m drained, I still need to feel her underneath me. With just a few weeks having her as my Old Lady I know the life ahead of us will be spent together. A connection as strong as ours simply can’t be ignored.

  Lust turning to love and entwined with my soul where we’re set on a path to explore everything as we go. Hell, even if it was only for a fragment of time this woman was the mother of my unborn child. This is something no one can change, it’s a straight up fact.

  For me it also made the thought settle to have her belly swell with our child someday soon. I was just inside her bare two days ago, my cum yet again sliding out of her pussy. She might already be pregnant this very second.

  With Ransom and Hedwig becoming parents any damn time now it would hold even more value to have our kids growing up together. Exactly how me and Ransom found support in one another.

  Hedwig and Curls being tight friends...me and Ransom with the paths of our backgrounds crossing, it makes all our connections more solid. I’m now more focused than ever to find and kill Gael to prevent anything from hurting the family we’ve built together.

  “Get naked,” I growl, unable to keep my emotions in check.

  Her eyes find mine and she slowly obeys, making me watch every single fucking move until she’s standing naked in front of me. Perfect tits with nipples all pink and begging for my mouth.

  They’re inching closer and all rational thoughts leave my head when she drops to her knees in front of me. Her
hands going for my belt, rushing to open the zipper to free my hard as fuck cock that’s bursting out of its confinement to bob in front of her face.

  I shrug out of my cut and let it slide to the floor, my shirt follows as I shove my jeans down. I want her mouth on me right this fucking second but I don’t want the feel of fabric on my skin. It’s the complete bare feeling of her warmth radiating on every inch of my fucking body I crave.

  Once I’m standing in front of her with every inch of me bare, I feel like I have my sins and soul in hand. I’m more than worthy of her love because in return I damn well love her more than all the love a universe can hold.

  I reach out and cup her face while I wrap the fingers of my other hand around my cock, giving it a tight squeeze. “At the end of a fucked-up day, you in front of me ready to give me anything I will ever be able to handle means more than the breaths I take. I love you so damn much already, baby, and it will only grow stronger.” Her eyes fill with tears and spill over her cheeks, but I’m not done telling her the shit pouring from my soul. “See through your tears, Curls. See the man who’s standing in front of you for I’m the father of our child that never was, and I damn well will be the father of our future children.”

  A sob rips from her throat and if it’s because of the raw intensity or the overflowing love we have for one another, I can hardly shove my cock inside her mouth now. Though, I seriously want to feel her mouth on me.

  The way things spiral into fulfillment for the both of us, might be too much of a speeding train ready to crash at any second, for some people. It doesn’t matter, because they don’t understand our connection and it will only be proven every day that follows.

  We will hold strong and stay together. A love so fierce, so damn hot, so fucking strong...others will only understand when they will either see the result or experience it for themselves. I don’t fucking care, though. In my heart, in my mind, in my fucking soul, there’s only room for one thing...and that’s her; my Old Lady.

  My hand falls away from my cock and I cup her face with both hands to guide her up to her feet so I can kiss her. Our mouths connect and the way things shifted between us can be tasted in the way our kiss deepens and raw emotions turn to delicate lingering.

  The love we both pour into it is equal and it fires up the craving between us. I want to bury myself inside her so damn bad but she rears back and with our gaze connected she yet again drops to her knees.

  Between realizing what’s coming and her taking me in her tiny hand and sliding her tongue over the tip of my cock, all common sense evaporates. My hands dig into her hair and even if I let her set the pace of sliding her mouth on and off my cock, I can’t help but hold her head.

  Euphoria. Utter pleasure is running through me with the vision before me and it has me close to blowing my load. But I can’t; I want to be inside her when that happens. And it will happen very fucking fast if she keeps sucking like that. Hell, her other hand starts to fondle my balls and I know I’m seconds away from blowing my load down her throat.

  I step back and with it my cock falls from her mouth. My thumb traces her bottom lip. “So. Fucking. Good. But my cum needs to hit another place inside you. One where I know it belongs so we can work on our future; plan a family,” I croak, my voice loaded with the emotion of this moment between us.

  “Sooner rather than later, that’s your motto?” She fucking chuckles as she gets to her feet.

  “When it comes to you? Damn sure it is,” I tell her.

  “Since you already came inside me once, I could be pregnant right now,” she muses.

  I groan. “Don’t fucking tease, but let’s fucking hope so. Not only is having you in my life worth everything I ever worked for...but to plan a future together, having the same mindset? All of it makes it complete, darlin’. Emotions burn and grow deeper and I can’t wait to see months pass to know we will stand even more solid and connected to our dreams than we already are.”

  “You can stop talking now, I’m convinced, get inside me already,” she moans.

  Who am I to delay pleasure for the both of us? I swoop her off her feet and let her bounce on the bed, immediately grabbing her ankles to open her legs. I can smell her arousal and I need her taste on my tongue when she orgasms again around my cock.

  I settle between her legs and I take a deep breath to consume her sweet scent. Turning my head to make a trail of kisses, I turn again to do the same on the other leg until I kiss her mound. I let my tongue slide down to her clit, flicking it a time or two before I cover it completely with my mouth and start to suck.

  She gasps my name as she digs her nails into my hair to pull me close. I leave her clit and start to lap her pussy, penetrating it with lazy strokes to drive her crazy. I relish in the way curses fall from her mouth and even more the way her hips move to grind her pussy against my face to seek the release she needs.

  Ultimately, I give in and take the bundle of nerves between my teeth and nibble and suck and...screams of pleasure rip through the air while her taste hits my tongue. Pleasure. Hers and mine, the whole damn room is crackling with it.

  It’s exactly how it always is between us. Everything heightens when we’re near each other and even if it’s the third time I’m burying myself deep inside her, it feels like the first time all over. Tight. Unbelievable. Hot. The way she grips me like a vise is taking my damn breath away.

  I need to focus and when our gaze connects, I know it’s useless to delay the inevitable. Hovering over her, I start to piston inside her. I crash my mouth over hers and I don’t even have the focus to kiss her correctly because every cell in my body is chasing the orgasm we both crave.

  And then it hits. It’s as if it’s shooting from my damn soul and straight into hers when she comes at the exact same time. Completely drained I let myself fall on top of her. Barely managing to turn, the both of us crash and slowly drift off to sleep. And even in my dreams the thoughts of my cum still in her pussy fills a void inside me enough to know what the future might bring for us.

  Nothing in life is a sure thing...yet the thought of her being comfortable enough to fall asleep with me still dripping out of her makes me even more aware of the fact we belong together. Fucked up, I know. But it’s a primal instinct that needs to settle. Maybe because we were robbed from what might have been and it’s making me eager to obtain what we lost.

  Chapter Twelve

  ***Wendy***

  “But it doesn’t make any fucking sense,” Thorn sighs.

  He knocked on our door early this morning and has been talking to Casey while I’m sitting on the bed looking at the both of them as they try to understand why Ryke was found dead too.

  I don’t mind Thorn waking us up early and discussing things with Casey in front of me. Absolutely not. In fact, I’m being quiet and haven’t said one single thing since my brother entered the room. Mainly because I want all the details too. I know, it’s twisted and it only makes me worry even more but it also settles a part of me that needs to know.

  “The only thing I can think of is that Gael didn’t trust him in the end either. And to be honest? We might never get to know whose side he was on because he’s dead and dead men don’t talk. See? Another reason why Gael could have had him killed or the fucker came here to do it himself since he had a few guys to spare. Well, not anymore...it’s only him and one other guy we got to link back to him, right? We’re getting close to finishing this fucker for good. Calix mentioned he wanted to see if we can get some more intel from Gael’s sister. We’ll see,” Casey says and my brain perks up enough to break my silence.

  “What if Ryke was seeing Kate? What if Gael was staking out the clubhouse and saw Ryke cheating on his sister?” With me stating this I now have two pair of eyes glaring at me as if I’ve lost my dang mind. I roll my eyes. “Oh, come on. It makes some twisted sense, right? Ryke’s twisted loyalties, him hanging out at the whore house before it was shut down...and if I remember correctly Ryke was one of the three who were against
closing down the whore house when it was first suggested but since there was no choice and the majority ruled, it went through and the whore house was shut down. When you go over to squeeze Kate for information, casually mention Ryke’s dead and be sure to have a close eye on her reactions. I’m sure if there was something between those two, she won’t be able to hide her emotions.”

  I’m biting the inside of my cheek. The two idiots are still staring at one another as if I’ve managed to pull a frog out of my ass.

  Thorn clears his throat and completely ignores me. “Right, church in half an hour, see you there,” he tells Casey and stalks out of the room.

  I’m still pissed they didn’t even consider my suggestion. It’s as if Casey feels my tension and he strolls over to cup my face but I manage to dodge him and rush to the other side of the bed.

  Jumping off, I point at him. “Don’t try and sweet talk, I know you think my suggestion was way out there to even consider. But with Claudia and Kate not getting along, Kate killing Claudia while she was supposed to be leverage? What if Claudia threatened to get between Ryke and her? Or even mentioned she would go to Thorn and rat them all out if she was in on it. You have to consider all the angles even more when everyone ends up dead. Stabbings are personal. The rage I saw of those knife wounds? The details you told me about Claudia’s body? For some reason, I think everything in this messed up situation is personal. Even more because Gael came after me because he was put into place due to his comment...the whore house closing, it all falls together and they’ve waited for months while planning all of this. Throw in personal issues and you have mad men filled with blind rage who do stupid stuff and spiral. But maybe it’s because I’m suggesting these reasons it doesn’t come across as an option but it’s ignored instead. Yeah, when an opinion comes from a woman it’s hard to,”