I've had more than I should to drink but even so, I'm not into raping women. Her hot Latina eyes are impossible to miss when she checks me out. She hates me but wants to fuck me too. We're in the same boat, though I'll admit I don't exactly hate her.I want her clothes because I'm not sleeping in here or with her at all tonight. Her ass would be too much to resist if we were in the same bed. Her bag and purse are already in my room. I'm hoping the lack of clothes will stop her from running. The burs around the clubhouse will help, so her shoes are coming off too. The side benefit is seeing her naked. And I fucking want to see her naked.There's a lot riding on her willingness to stay here without causing trouble. I'll discuss the options with her in the morning. Her captivity can go easy or hard. She needs to convince the brothers she's not a threat, and if she can do that, I'll get her away from the mess she caused.Her eyes are hard pinpoints as she stares back at me in defiance and
I couldn't believe when he left me alone in the room last night. He walked out and locked the door before I knew what was happening. My pussy throbbed for relief and I couldn't help giving it some. I finger-fucked my pussy while thinking about Dagger doing the dirty. And I mean very dirty. My imagination is always better than actual sex. And fuck, I had two orgasms and was still unsatisfied when I finally passed out.When Dagger entered the hot, airless room this morning, I was dead to the world. It was too sweltering in the room to care that I was naked. Not that Dagger hasn't seen the goods. I'm not exactly modest at the best of times. If Dagger thinks he can humiliate me by keeping me naked, he has the wrong woman. I can handle whatever he throws my way.Today is hotter than yesterday, which proves hell actually exists. I was excited to take a shower until Dagger joined me. Fuck, how do I resist him now? Watching him jack himself before I turned around will stay imprinted on my brai
The fear in her eyes surprised me before we took off on the bike. It's the first time I've noticed anything besides anger, disgust, or desire shining in those dark orbs. She's a tough cookie, and I'm learning her eyes hold the answers. I don't think she's accustomed to hiding her feelings and the last twenty-four hours haven't been easy on her. I'm aware from Red's story that her fists do a lot of her talking. She fascinates me while keeping my fucking dick hard. It's not a combination I'm accustomed to.We're heading to Payson early on a Sunday morning and the road is mostly empty. Sofia's arms locked tightly around my waist make the ride sweeter. It's been a long time since I've ridden with a babe on the back. It wasn't something Savannah cared for. I gain speed and enjoy the wind against my face and the roar of the engine. I allow my thoughts to settle on the club. There's nothing like working out problems while flying free.The brothers need to take a ride next weekend. Sometimes t
"He was a mean son of a bitch and you look nothing like him. Wouldn't have mattered anyway. He'd have killed you. Slit your throat most likely. No chance he would have passed you around to the men because they wouldn't stick their dick in your Latina pussy." She doesn't look angry, just curious, so I continue. "Not that they wouldn't want to. It's a nice pussy," I say trying to lighten the mood. She doesn't look away and her tight expression stays in place. It was a poor joke but I'll admit she flusters me. "The brothers followed Fox because he brought them together and offered protection as long as they lived by his rules. He was no good for them... us. I'm trying to change that. It won't happen overnight. I can't erase years of segregation and hatred in a day or even a week." I clench my teeth and get to the heart of the problem. "You and your vengeance, or whatever you want to call it, almost ruined everything."Before she can respond, a teenage waitress on roller skates delivers ou
I'm fuming. What the hell did he expect me to think? I'd rather have it spelled out than worry about whose bed I'm sleeping in each night or, better yet, who I'm blowing at the bar. I've spent my life facing threats and not hiding. Asshole.I'm on the bike again and I'm holding on for dear life. He's pissed off and flying like the wind back to the clubhouse. I keep my eyes closed as he takes the sharp curves through the hills without slowing. The hot, dry air hits my face and there's nothing pleasant about the ride.There's always a price. The words rumble through my head. What is my price?The pathetic fact is that I want Dagger. Down and fucking dirty. Want. Him. Would I whore for the club? Not a chance in hell unless they rape me. I was stupid not to think of that possibility when I set out on this mad journey for vengeance. My life has been a fucked up ride from the get-go. Just once I want to be happy. Live a quiet life without anger impeding on everything I do.Red is paying the
Ignoring the effect he has on me is nearly impossible. My nipples are super charged whenever he's around. I grab my bag and enter the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Stupid really. He's seen it all and maybe I should keep reminding him what he's missing. Hell, I never thought sexual rejection could bother me, so I stay put. I remove my jeans and tee and stare into the mirror. I'm not a small girl, but I'm toned muscle from head to toe. I've always been proud of my body and worked hard to get it. I decide to put on my one and only sexy bra. It's lavender with more lace than material to hold my breasts in. I don't have matching panties, so I keep the black ones on. I pull up the red shorts and add a skimpy white tank that shows off the bra. I have the goods and plan on working them to see if I can get macho man out there to crack.He's waiting for me when I walk out. I swear a low growl comes from his throat before he turns and storms out of the room. I follow like a good little La
Her insolence blasts me. If looks could kill, as they say. She has no idea what I've risked to keep her alive or that the time has come for her to pay up. Nothing in this fucked up world is free, and I'm tired of watching her sassy breasts and the sway of her tight ass without taking her up on the offer. I can't allow her to leave, it's too dangerous, and in order for her to stay with the club, she needs to be part of it.Her skimpy shirt clings to her and does nothing to hide the bit of lace she's wearing to push out her breasts. There's sweat on her brow and her dark hair is wild with wisps sticking up all over the place. She must read something in my eyes because she steps back."Not a good idea, princess," I say as I reach above her head and close the bedroom door behind her. I pull her closer and she pushes against my chest, which does absolutely nothing. I'm bigger and stronger and so are my brothers. That's another lesson she needs to learn. My right hand slides up her back unti
Men are so fucking easy and Dagger is no different. I rise slowly and bring the waist of his boxers and jeans up over his ass. I don't remove my eyes from his as I buckle him up. He reaches down to my face and rubs his finger from my chin up to my bottom lip. His finger goes to his lips.Fuck, that's hot."Are we going back out there?" I ask sweetly. I'm so turned on it hurts. Won't work for my plan, though, so I try not to convey that my pussy needs action."Yeah," he says with sleepy eyes and a satisfied look on his face. "There will be pizza left over and you can have some after the brothers finish."That's a direct shot to my pussy and not in a good way. I seethe and do my best to keep the fire out of my eyes. I follow Dagger back into the main room and try to look contrite as the guys watch me head back to the bar. I grab two more beers and carry them to Skull and the woman who finished off the last two I carried over. I wonder if they'll pass her old ass around tonight seeing as
I stayed with Mr. Loche for two hours. When I came back to the cabin, Father Andrews and Madison were cooking dinner together in the kitchen. She was laughing and he was telling her that anyone can learn to cook, it just takes practice. I don't add my two cents that the meal Mrs. Loche prepared would have been safer. I word it a little more carefully, "Please don't encourage her. Gabriella will throw a fit if Madison moves in on her territory." They stop what they're doing and I receive my first genuine smile from Madison that I've seen in weeks."It's a simple lasagna. Mak can make it when you're here at the cabin. Even I wouldn't do anything to piss off Gabriella." He cringes with great exaggeration and Madison laughs.She looks at him with a huge smile. "You didn't tell me you know Gabriella.""I know her daughter. I've heard all the stories from her and I'm terrified of her mother."I walk to my wife and wrap my arms around her from behind. She leans into me and places her hands on
It's three more days before our guest arrives. I'm actually tongue-tide when Moon introduces me to Father Andrews. He's American but lives in Mexico and drove all this way to return a favor he owed my husband. He's younger than a priest has a right to be and he's too damn good looking for his job. I place him in his early thirties. It's strange because he looks oddly familiar even though I'm sure I've never met him.The three of us walk into the living room where Mrs. Loche put out cucumber sandwiches and chocolate chip cookies. Father Andrews's eyes light up. "I haven't eaten since breakfast and these look delicious," he says while filling a plate.Moon doesn't sit with us. "Mr. Loche and I are working on a new garden and clearing some land. I'll be next door if you need me." He leans down and places his lips on mine for a short kiss. It actually embarrasses me because Father Andrews is watching. Moon taps me under the chin in understanding because of the heat traveling up my neck and
With revenge motivating me, dealing with what happened was easier. The need for blood became a driving force that allowed me to put my thoughts and feelings on hold. Now my feelings, doubt, and shame overshadow everything. My mind is a dark hole with a smoky mist that Moon stands in to beckon me out. His hand is there. I can almost touch it, but my fingers slide away, a millimeter short, and the darkness covers me once more.Sleep is the worst. Nightmares make me toss and turn throughout the night. Most center around blood on my hands. They drip the red, congealed mess onto everything I touch and when I open my eyes it's still there. Or so the dream goes.I find it strange that I don't dream about what Fernandez did to me. It's his laughter, though, that wakes me night after night. Moon is always there to comfort me during those horrible hours. He pulls me close to his body when I give the slightest gasp. I breathe in his scent and fill my lungs with his strength. Until I fall asleep a
Part of my heart-stopping fury recedes when I pull Madison back into my arms. Her entire body is shaking and she's still clutching the knife I handed her. Alex takes it from her hand after I scoop her into my arms and cradle her against my chest. I breathe in the scent of her hair and try to gain more control.This woman is everything. She's the reason I wake up in the morning. Everything I hold dear is wrapped up in her. Cori meets my eyes and she tips her head in acknowledgement. When she turns away, Duke is standing behind her. He pulls her into his arms and walks her toward the front room. He stops when Goose is dragged closer by one of Dax's men and places himself between Cori and Duke. Duke casually pulls his gun and fires, striking him between the eyes. Goose blankly stares at the ceiling by the time the sound of the gunshot fades from the room. Cori spits on Goose's body before Duke leads her forward. Alex gives orders to clean up the bloody mess."Please take me home," Madison
She steps forward and Fernandez spins and tries throwing a punch at my head but misses. He moves quickly even with a bullet through the foot and gets between Cori and Sofia's rifle. Melina takes the opportunity to bring her gun down on the back of his head. He stumbles and I kick the tibial pressure point in his good leg. He drops and I kick Celina's gun away from him. She grabs it and aims it at him as he wiggles around like a flopping fish. I hand Melina my gun and slam down into his back with my cuffs primed. I practically pull his arms from their sockets in order to secure his hands behind his back while he's stunned."Help me get him up on the kitchen island and I'll cut off his fucking clothes." We drag him back to the kitchen minus Celina who stays at her post, which is the front door. He struggles but it's not enough for four women on a mission.The sick feeling in my stomach stays and I turn slightly and rub tears from my eyes. Not a minute has gone by that I haven't thought a
We park a half mile from the home. Melina and I run up the street, carrying the post driver between us because it's so damn heavy, and check out the property. Like the house he kept me and Cori in, this one is away from other homes and on a nice sized piece of property. The desert foliage on the north side of the area gives us a good vantage point to see the back door. I call Celina."Send Cori north to our location. The front door is on the south side of the house and you'll have about twenty-five yards from the truck to the door. Sofia will be your driver and leave as soon as you're inside. She'll park and meet us. We'll come through the back five minutes after you enter." We covered all of this in the car, but it helps me to go over the plan out loud again. "Give Cori ten minutes to get in place before Sofia drops you off.""Cori just took off. We're set," Celina says before ending the call.After Cori meets us, we stay low and wait for Sofia to text me that Celina is in the house.
Alex brings the car to the front. Austin jumps into the back and I take the passenger seat. I told the men to put Gabriella in our safe room until everything settles. She can cuss them out in Spanish, I don't have time. Sirens can be heard in the distance and we need to be completely clear of the house before they hit the street that leads to my private road.I've also notified additional men to meet us at the warehouse. As soon as we have Fernandez's location, we'll be moving out quickly. It suddenly occurs to me that Dax is totally out of the loop, so I dial his cell."You're fucking kidding me," he practically yells when I tell him his wife ran over a man and picked up the women. "I'm on my way." Another call comes in and I look at the display. It's Caleb."Start heading here with reinforcements," I tell Dax quickly. "I'll call as soon as we have a location. It won't be long."The man in the trunk is moaning loudly. There are metal plates over the taillights and nothing he can do to
Madison is up to something. The strange feeling persisted while she dressed and then at breakfast. Sending her off to the service without me was nearly impossible. The fact is, I need to get my head out of my ass and take care of Fernandez once and for all. The thought of him taking Madison again is eating me alive.While she's at EE, I can focus on what it takes to keep everyone safe. The Frontera Cartel is out of the picture and now we can focus on one man. I have everyone but our outside security in the conference room. Austin joins us too."How do we bring him out in the open without risking one of our women as bait?" I ask the men. It didn't matter how much Madison complained, there was no way I would give into her plan.I've never reached my current level of frustration as we debate the best scenarios. Alex hasn't said a word since entering the meeting, which surprises me. When I look at him, his eyes are on the door leading to the hallway."What has you worried?" I ask him when
The women with Celina give whoops and atta-girl shouts. I can't help smiling. "We'll be another thirty minutes. There's a building supply store not far from you and I need you to pick up two metal fence post drivers." I never worked Cave Creek as a cop, but one of the officers lived there and loved having barbeques, so I'm familiar with the area."We're on it. Meet us in the parking lot."I disconnect the call and decide to join Cori in the front. I wiggle between the seats and then lean back and exhale after I attach my seatbelt. "I'm worried Moon could beat us there."Cori puts her foot on the gas and shoots forward on the freeway. The 51 is one of the lighter trafficked freeways if you're not driving it during rush hour and we're pushing the witching hour. It's the most direct route from central Phoenix to the north valley and we're in luck because it's wide open. If that luck continues, highway patrol won't have units in the vicinity.We make it to the building supply store in twen