Sawyer
Jonathan Thomas Brandt is more than just a pretty face with a lithe, chiseled tattooed body. He just might be the gossip king and I’m finding that highly interesting. He is different from the boy I knew, and I’m not entirely sure if I’m satisfied with that or not.
One thing I know is if I give him the slightest amount of power over me, I will temporarily give up being Seraphim in an instant to become the Sawyer who will bend to this man. I will let him happily ruin my body. That may not be a bad thing to do in the bedroom, but with him comes three other men who differ vastly from my Capone.
Capone. Nicknamed after Al Capone, an American mobster from the early 1900s. JT was fascinated by this man and mobster/gangster movies, especially the one based on Al Capone’s story. Since he was around twelve, he would be dressed as a 1900s mobster/gangster in a pinstriped suit with a fedora on his slicked-back blonde hair. He
RazorI made myself at home in a secluded trailer park surrounded by my crew. And unfortunately, my Momma. Being one-handed isn’t easy and thankfully I have a caring woman to help me. Also, by her being with me, the Death Kings can’t try to use her against me again.The Kings used my momma to trade for their niece years ago when I took her just after my hired assassins killed three members of their family. I don't know what's wrong with women who are involved with the Kings. They are little sluts with multiple lovers. It just isn't natural. I like a proper monogamous relationship between one man and one woman.Now, I must admit I didn’t think Gator’s little niece would be skilled enough to get the drop on me to sever my hand when I kidnapped her. It was so easy to do because she was the one who didn't have a team of men surrounding her like the others.But, oh, that fucking little Vip
Sawyer“I’m sorry to have called you in and ruined whatever you had going with these two,” Dillan says with a wink of their sparkling neon pink eye.“D, sweetie, I love you, but I will not go to jail for fucking children. These two are minors. They are fourteen. To top it off, they’re family.”“Well, they look legal,” Dillan says with a wave of their well-manicured hand, sporting a set of neon marble coffin nails.“Thank you for the compliment, gorgeous,” AC purrs at them.Dillian makes a show of themselves as if they are hot bothered by this teenage flirt. “Oooo, baby. I wanna keep you.” They croon, giving the kid a wink.Kassius watches the exchange with a smirk, and I roll my eyes at them. “The boys are here to work D, not have fun. They got into major trouble with their father and mother, so they are now going to be attending Venin Federation A
UnknownI don't understand why I was sent on the bullshit assignment for Prez Viper. Why couldn't he just call his granddaughter to pick up her old man from the pen? I have nothing against Nate. I like the man. He is a good man who raised his daughter on his own. Couldn't have been easy being the treasure for his old man's MC and taking care of a little girl. Not that I understood it much.I was eighteen when I joined the club and Nate's little girl was ten; I think? I've had to work my way up the rankings and now I'm the Sargent-At-Arms. I scoff at that thought. I'm more like a glorified executioner. Not that I'm complaining. I'm good at my job and enjoy the bloodshed. I'm off my rocker, but what can say? I was made this way. Being locked in a closet because you have the devil in you is bound to screw you up. Screw me up, as the case may be. Guess my mother was right. I must have the devil in me to enjoy my life.However, I do not enjoy waiting
Sawyer“Capone. Heard you saved my bouncer tonight. Whatcha doin' here?” I ask sitting in the booth across from JT.He looks delectable in his gray three-piece pinstripe suit with his blonde gelled back on top of his head. His fedora and blazer lay beside him on the seat, and the white sleeves of his button-down were rolled up to his elbows. His silver and dark gray striped tie is loose enough that the top button is undone. There is a slight pink to his cheek and ears that tells me he is drunk or close to it. “Needed a few drinks where I wouldn’t be bothered about work stuff. Also, I knew I would see, eventually,” he says with the grin of a cat who got his cream.“You were right about seeing me at my club. So, did you just come here to drink, or is there something else you need?” I ask with a purr as I stroke his
Unknown Sawyer is all woman. She knows what she wants when she wants it. I respect that. I will give this vixen my dick on a plate if she wants. I’m that enthralled by her. I thought I was twisted, but this woman… I just met my match. I like her father, I still think my future president and I will get along well as friends. After seeing this man slice up that crooked pedophile of an ex-cop, I have high respect for Nate. I’m not sure whether he’ll shoot me dipping my stick in his daughter. There is only one way to find out. “I’ll fuck you now and still do my job so well that you’ll reward me with your pussy again before we say goodnight,” I reply. Her blue lips curl into a grin. “I need the help tonight, so I dare you to prove it.” Ah, shit. I really am in trouble with this one. I know one taste of the venomous rainbow beauty will never be enough. That’s okay. I’ll let her sink her fangs into me so often that’ll become
StormDrunk, sitting on a bar stool at Gator’s Den, was not how I was expecting this night to end. But I am grieving for the perceived woman I thought Sawyer would be. I wanted to come home to have her stake her claim on us, as Carley did to C.H.A.O.S. I wanted to be needed by her just as much as she needed us, again like Carley and C.H.A.O.S. I don’t know why I expected Sawyer to be Carley.I guess I’m envious of her relationship with C.H.A.O.S.?I’ll admit had romantic notions when, at first, JT, Jensen, and I were dating her. Then my mother and her mother hooked up. Carley and I had sex, and it felt wrong. She has become my friend and not a friend with benefits like Carley, JT, and Jensen. Just friends, almost as if she was an older sister instead. Someone I could idolize.It’s difficult not to love Carley. She is easy to love with her caring heart, smiling blue eyes, and soft nature. She is the
SawyerI'msitting inmy office after closing, waiting for the man who managed to surprise me tonight. Iwasn'texpecting my father to come inwiththe handsome biker, who seemedto knowexactly whatIneeded. He worked hard andI'mnot ashamed to say he more than earned his right to bend me over this desk. I even cleanedit offwhile twiddling my thumbs.Ineed thatman tohurry and walkthroughthat doorI'mstaring at while holding an envelope of cash for him.I'mpaying him under the table tonight for the help andI'mgoing to hire himtomorrow. I told Cruz to send him to me as soon as they were done cleaning.Come on tall, dark, and…fiddlesticks! I twirled the envelope right off the front of my desk. With a sigh of disgust at myself for being so distracted by a
JensenMy mouth is dry, and my head is pounding. I vaguely remember falling asleep in the car while JT chewed our asses out for drinking and fighting. The bikers started it. Storm and I finished it, is all. Were we supposed to let them beat us bloody?I like to fight, but I’m not a masochist. I don’t enjoy pain, but it helps to clear the brain. When I fight I can focus on it with blank uncluttered mine. I can’t meditate on shit, so the only way I can achieve mindfulness is while fighting. Or maybe I’m just hyper-focusing? I was diagnosed with ADHA while I was a kid. There is a knock on my bedroom door. “Hey, Jen. I brought you some painkillers, water, and hair of the dog.” “Thank you, wifey,” I
Sawyer“What the hell Carmen?” I question my second as the door to my office slams open against the wall. She is out of breath, her clothing is disheveled, and it doesn’t look like she brushed her hair. She isn’t her normal put-together self, wearing Jeremy’s hideous clow lounge pants that are peeking out from underneath one of Cruise’s giant tank tops. At least she remembered shoes, even if she didn’t bother with a bra. One breast in attempting to escape out of the armhole.“You need to answer your phone,” she hisses at me angrily. I looked at my phone, noticing it was dead. What if something had happened to the kids? Luckily, everyone knows they can find me in one of two places, home or here at the club.“What’s wrong?” I’m immediately on alert at the sight of her and the fury in her voice.“One of our police officer friends called me. He found my brother in the forensics lab. He had been shot in the back multiple times. He is in critical care at the hospital.” I jump to my feet, my
Razor"You tried so hard to warn him, Carley. Capone blew up just like Jasey boy and his hellie hound." Tears track down my woman's face. Her body differs from the teenage girl I knew. It's rounder, more womanly, and full. "Now, now, my love. No tears." Her face hardens at my words. "I'm not your love. I'll never love you, Derek. You killed my husbands and kidnapped me!" I grin at her, gripping her chin tightly. "I'm going to kill your friends, too. I will be the center of your world. You and the viper bitch will be me to fuck you. You are both going to please me any way I see fit. I will not let my men touch you. You are mine alone. The Viper, though, will be a good little toy from my men. She and Carter both. I'll get that boy back and he'll be my little pet again. The way I broke him, I'm going to break her and your stripper.""Where do you have, Arson? Where's my husband?" She demands, with her pastel hair flying around her. That color has got to go. I release her, moving to gra
JTThere is a knock on my office door. I pause my paperwork, commanding the person to enter. "Mr. Brandt, a guy is looking for you. I left him at the bar because I didn't know if you would welcome being bothered," Dustin says. Dustin is one of my dancers, however, he also works as a server on nights he isn't dancing. The nineteen-year-old has shown he has a great work ethic. He is naïve, quiet, and at first unconfident, but he has gotten better at being bold since he start
Storm"Hello," Riggs rumbles. "Storm? Whatcha need?" "Can you leave?" "I'll have to ask Viper for permission. I can think of several ways I can beg her," he says lasciviously. "I need help. I need you to come and get me. Now," I order him, as though he is one of my men. But he isn't, is he? He is Sawyer's man, and he follows her orders, not mine. "You don't sound alright." "I'm not. Please, hurry." My voice cracks at my plea. The only person I have ever begged is Sawyer, and now him. "Do you know where the reservation is?" "Of course. I've lived here all my life, which is longer than you have," he teases. I can not believe this idiot is aging himself. He is as old as the Death Kings, which is thirty-eight. He is twelve years older than Sawyer and nine years older than me. I believe he and Slater Zen are the same age. "I'll be there. Just give me thirty minutes. Are you safe? Can you do that?" I scoff at his questions with disdain. "I might be blind, but I'm not helpless." "W
StormChaos. Utter chaos and that includes the team C.H.A.O.S. I'm dancing around the fire wearing nothing but my pants in the round tent on a hallucinogenic trip thanks to the dried sacred peyote cactus. There are elders with me today, as we pray for the healing of an ailing child. My prayers, however, are the same as they have been for years…the healing of Kage Raiden, who has been refusing for years to seek medical help. I'm the only person who knows.
Jensen "If know those you must be the Jericho Ryder knows. What is the clever fox up to this time?" I question. "Something he shouldn't be messing in. He is creating super soldiers using the diluted blood of royal infernals and the corpses of the fallen." "What?!" I choke out having inhaled my beer instead of swallowing. Ugh, that burns. "This explains some questions he had on DNA a while back. I didn't think anything of it," I drawl.
Jensen "Sorry to call you on short notice again Mr. Meyer, but I could use the help. I'm not from here and have never seen anything like this until these past three cases. " "At this point detective, I think it's safe to say we have a serial killer who is targeting voodoo practitioners." "That's what all this is?" He questions gesturing to the altar with precious stones laid out on a grid, melted candles, and figures surrounding it. On the shelf beside are homemade dolls and bottles sealed with wax. On the other side is an aquarium set up for a snake. I move to get a closer look. I love snakes and wouldn't mind having one now that I can care for one. There is no snake that I can see. I flip over the log and look through the foliage in the cage. Still no snake. "Um detective have you seen…" I see a yellow snake about three feet long coil around Detective Porter's pants leg. He must not be able to feel it through his boots. "The snake is missing, but I just found him." The man's
SawyerJensen wasn't kidding about his foot messaging skills. I'm moaning so loud and unabashedly that I should be ashamed of myself. I'm not. He made good on his promise of binging my favorite anime with me. He even broke out the ice cream and cream liquor. He must have spent a lot of time with Carley to know about our obsession that Ali got us hooked on when we trained under her with Carmen, Slater, and Camden. The latter two were trained in secret alongside us. None of the other teams knew who the members of the Angel Team were until about five years ago when we were called in to help C.H.A.O.S. and Tempest. Even then they only knew that Carley was on that team. "If I get to have these foot rubs for the rest of my life, I'll marry you right now," I joke with him. He snorts. "I don't care which of us you marry, as long we can all have you," he comments seriously. "Oh Romeo, Romeo. Why for art thou a dumbass, Romeo?" "Hey now, Juliet! I resemble that remark!" He says, offendedl
JensenLast night, the three teenagers, Dillian, and I watched as Riggs and Storm pummeled each other's bodies in the ring. There was no clear winner, and that's what scared me the most. They are equals as fighters and Riggs's movements aren't near as smooth as Storms. It was like watching a lion and a bear trying to rip each other to shreds. Storm is the lion and Riggs is the bear. They killed each other. Not really, they called a drawl because they were both equally exhausted as they both fell to the mats."Yeah. We decided we're equals, Bonnie," Storm explains."We talked last night. We are similar yet different, so it'll work. We are friends now, Viper," Riggs expounds with a wink in her direction. "You are ours tonight."That hurts as she agrees. Does she not want me anymore? I feel like an odd man out and I'm not liking it. At least now I can empathize with Carter. With him working with Razor Grothman, he became the black sheep of t