Slider walks in with the last load of my things and deposits them on Hero’s bed. “Sweetheart, I can see how much he’s pissed you off with the new digs. I understand why he did it, but all I can say is that you need to make him pay for this order. I love to watch him squirm so hit him where it hurts.” Slider laughs as he walks out of the door, closing it behind him.
Hero may think he knows the type of girl that I am, but he has no idea about the real me. I know I am in the worst possible place to keep my secrets, especially with his assumption of my suspicion and guilt, but I need to stay strong and keep my composure. I hope he enjoys sleeping on the couch because he’s just lost the privilege of the bed. I like to spread out, and I’ll make for damn sure that I’m taking up as much room as I can when he gets back. Flipping on the TV and hiding the remote in the hamper so he can’t change it back, I turn to a chick flick movie and plop down on the bed. From the looks of the pile of laundry overflowing onto the floor, I doubt he even knows how to do his own laundry. With the girls busy, it will take days before he finds the remote. I hope he likes lifetime movies because that’s all he’ll be able to watch while I’m in here. I might as well enjoy myself because Hero and the club will bury me alive when and if the truth ever comes out, just like the men they’ll be killing tomorrow.
I don’t know what came over me to order her to move into my room. Maybe it was the fact I watched her nearly castrate one of my unruly brothers in the middle of the clubhouse bar or the kiss. Who the fuck am I kidding? It was both. I can’t believe I kissed her. The feel of her lips against mine made me nearly cream in my jeans. I’ve dreamt so many nights about how soft her skin would be under my fingers and the taste of her lips, but now I know. She’s sweetly addicting, but Dani is also an enigma to me. She pisses me off and turns me on all at once. On the outside, she looks sweetly innocent, but when provoked she turns into a maniacal hellcat. Her fighting moves make me wonder if she had professional training growing up. Rhonda Rousey would be proud to have her as a protégé. I also make a mental note to myself to guard my loins if I ever piss her off. Thinking back to her fight, my dick aches even more for her. She’s even sexier when she’s mad, which brings me back to my foolhardy decision. She’s in my room and in my fucking bed while I’m out here on the main floor mopping up Trax’s blood and holding back from murdering him myself. I’ll deal with him after we settle our business with Twisted Tribe, but my self-inflicted problem remains.
Ratchet’s session with our amigo in the shed was actually productive. Fernando squealed like a stuck pig. Well, in his case, he mumbled, but same fucking difference. Thinking about how he came to be in possession sends my memory back to finding Dani covered in blood. I’m proud of Dani for fighting back against him, but he’d have given us more information if she hadn’t broken his jaw. Fernando gave us enough intel to formulate a plan against them as long as the information is valid. I wouldn’t put it past the slimy bastard to lie to us, but it’s all we have to go on. We’ll have to watch our backs, but within twelve hours our problems should be solved. The best information he delivered to us was that he knew who Dani was and that Enrico picked her up as collateral for the roommate just as she said. I am hoping tomorrow will clear the mystery about her up so I can get a taste of her pussy finally. I decided after nearly losing her to him yesterday that as soon as we know either way about her traitor status, I’m going to fuck her. It might be the last fuck before we kill her, but I’m going to take it either way. My body craves her touch and I won’t end her life before I get my taste. Maybe that makes me a fucked up bastard, but so be it. I can live with that brand.
Returning the mop and bucket to the kitchen, I slide back into my normal seat by Raze, kicking my feet up on the beer bottle covered coffee table.
“I hear you have a new roommate,” he questions.
“Yeah, figured it would be easier to keep an eye on her if she was locked in my room. Well, that and I kicked her door in to have a little chat with her about our brother’s obliterated balls. I caught the bitch trying to squeeze out the bathroom window.”
Raze shakes his head. “Must have been desperate to leave if she was going to risk a two story fall into a pile of cacti,” he quips in return. “You know Trax will want her after she crushed his balls in front of the club.”
“Yeah, that’s not surprising, but he crossed the line. We both know he’ll try to save face by spouting some bullshit about her not having a property patch, but I’ll take care of him. How badly did she hurt him? Will he need reconstructive surgery on his balls?” The thought of that rat bastard losing his family jewels brings a smile to my face. He may be my brother, but he’s the lowest kind of human being on the planet. I bet if given the opportunity, he’d fuck a club whore on his mother’s grave. “I guess she did him a favor if he does, he’ll finally be able to get a bigger pair.” A thought crosses my mind that will likely piss Raze off, but I can’t help myself. “You could always let Maj take care of it. She is technically in charge of the girl.”
“Doc’s checking him out now. He’s holed up in one of the rooms downstairs. He passed out from the pain as his guys were dragging his ass down the stairs. And you know full well that Maj would only cause more problems if we give her the power to punish Trax. I already had to send her back to our civilian house because she wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone. I need to relax with what’s coming tomorrow, but all she wants to do is bitch and moan about how we’re being reckless and try to tell me how we should attack the bastards. She can’t leave shit be until after we settle business. It’s like she climaxes on pissing me off now.”
The truth behind his words really surprises me. Maj used to be this calm, cool, and collected old lady when she first married Raze, but lately she’s been far too interested in club business. She was the most respected woman in our club, but over the years her appeal has dwindled. I hope that Raze flips the kill switch on Maj’s curiosity soon before she lands herself in even more trouble. We can’t have the club president’s old lady stirring shit up and poking her nose too far into our business. If he doesn’t rein her in, someone else will, and he won’t like it.
“And that is why I just deal with the club girls. They know their place in the scheme of things and don’t expect hearts and flowers. I don’t want to live surrounded by dramatic bullshit. I’ll take a wet and willing pussy to sink my dick in when needed over some clingy, high strung, bitch old lady.” Raze just stares at me with a smirk on his face. “What, old man? Just because you fell for Maj’s love me forever bullshit doesn’t mean I will.” He lets out a hearty laugh and shakes his head at me.
“You’re already there, brother. That woman has caught you hook, line and sinker. Don’t think I haven’t caught on that you watch her every time she walks into the room. Your tough love spy bullshit may fool everyone else in the club, but not me. I’ve seen it a hundred times before. You act like a fucking asshole toward her to cover up how bad you fucking want her. Moving her into your room on a whim just sealed your fate, even if you are forcing yourself to think otherwise. If we don’t have to kill her after tomorrow, you’ll be property patching her before you ever get your dick wet. Just you watch and see.”
“You’re fucking crazy, you know that, right? I may fuck her, but that doesn’t mean I’m putting my patch on her back. By your logic, if getting my dick wet meant patching every woman, I’d have a fucking harem of claimed pussy in this place. Hell, I’d have pussy stashed around all of the other clubhouses. Not happening, Raze.”