Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36070 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
I nodded once. “Crystal clear, Prez. How many guns?”
“Johnston is requesting fifteen crates—six with guns, the rest with ammunition.” Christ, that was a lot.
I drummed my fingers on the old, oak table, doing the math in my head. “If we leave here at dusk, load up, and hit the road as soon as it turns dark, we can make it there about six in the morning,” I said. Halo nodded in agreement. I looked at Scorpion. “We got your approval to load up early?”
He nodded. “Be careful about it, you hear me? Stay under the radar.”
I nodded once. “Should we be worried if the mother charter is facing trouble?” Reese asked. “Should Mark and I be looking into finances?” Reese was our secretary, and Mark was our treasurer. They made sure we had funds for shit like this and any other thing we did as a club.
Scorpion nodded. “Be fucking worried. If Johnston gets into a mess, it hits all of us. Watch your backs. Get club funds ready. It’s going to be needed.”
Shit.
Wars were a goddamn hard thing to deal with. I’d seen the strain it put on other clubs, and now, we were about to feel its wrath.
Scorpion slammed his gavel on the table, adjourning church and sealing our fates.
2
Chase
The ride to the mother charter was long and exhausting, and by the end of it, I was cursing Johnston and Scorpion for this bullshit. By the time we dropped the guns off at Johnston’s warehouse, the sun was just beginning to break over the horizon, and we still had a forty-five-minute ride back to the mother charter clubhouse so I could crash.
Well, get pussy, a beer in my system, and then crash into a bed. In that order, too. I needed a fucking stress reliever. Constantly being overly aware of our surroundings was exhausting.
“Clubhouse?” I asked, looking at Blayke, Johnston’s VP.
Blayke nodded. “Yeah, clubhouse. I know you guys need sleep, and we’ve got pussy lined up for you.”
Fuck yes. I could always rely on my brothers to make sure I had what I needed.
I straddled my bike and strapped my helmet to my head before bringing the engine to life, loving the way the beast rumbled beneath me. One of these days, Sophia would give in, and maybe one day, I’d get to fuck her ass while she straddled my bike, her bare clit rubbing against the leather seat as the engine rumbled beneath her.
Shit. Yeah. That was a beautiful fantasy.
I fucking needed that in my future.
But until she gave in, no other woman would be on my bike. No other woman would touch this bike. But that didn’t mean I would go fucking abstinent while waiting on something that might never happen. I wasn’t a fucking saint. I also wasn’t stupid. There might not ever be a day Sophia decided to give me a chance. I’d thought she was going to cave once, but nope. She did it as a build-up to an April Fool’s joke.
I hadn’t even been mad. It had been a damn good one.
When I got to the clubhouse, every member of the mother charter was up and ready to face the day. Lawson clapped me on my back, and Geek drew me into a quick, brotherly hug. Trigger slung an arm around my neck. “Got a surprise for you since I know how much you like to watch before you join the fun.”
I arched a brow at him, nodding once in thanks at Drew when he handed me a beer. “Oh, yeah? Do tell.”
Trigger cracked a grin. “Come on up to my apartment. They’re waiting on the bed. Just need to grab Dom first.”
I gripped his shoulder and shook it a little in thanks before heading up the stairs to his apartment. When I pushed open his door, I smirked at the two thick, curvy women laying naked in his bed, one a redhead, the other a brunette. They were already grinding against each other, moaning softly. Fuck yeah, this was my kind of scene. Trigger knew me so damn well.
They paid me no mind as I kicked off my boots and then took a seat in the chair in the corner, splaying my legs wide, my beer dangling from my fingertips. The redhead quickly moved down the bed between the brunette’s thighs, licking at her sweet cunt like it was her last meal.
“Beautiful, aren’t they?” Trigger asked as he stepped into the room, Dom on his heels. Dom was holding the hand of a busty blonde, and she was already naked and smiling at me, her heavy tits swaying with each step she took.
“She’s yours,” Dom told me. He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Go on, darlin’. Chase will take good care of you, I promise.”
I hummed and set my beer on the table next to me before patting my lap with an inviting smile thrown in her direction. She quickly made her way to me, her generous tits jiggling with every step she took. “Turn around,” I gently ordered when she moved to straddle me. Once her backside faced me, I gripped her hips and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to each perfect, juicy globe. Fuck, I loved worshipping a beautiful ass. “Good girl. Now sit,” I murmured, gently tugging on her hips.