I was fuckin’ livid.
Don’t know where the fuck H.R. got off on bein’ a bitch to a woman she didn’t even know. What did it matter that Lou was her age in number if not in fuckin’ maturity?
The woman made me happier than Harleys, Canadian whiskey and any kinda high.
But my kid didn’t want to hear it.
The second we’d got home, I’d called her out on her shit. Fights in the Garro house were usually loud bursts of shoutin’ and screamin’ followed by hours of brooding silence. We all had tempers but H.R.’s was worst of all.
She called me disgustin’, cryin’ as she did it as if I’d broken her little girl heart by fallin’ in love with a woman. She’d never had a hope of her mum and me gettin’ back together and when that childhood pain had drained away, she’d grown up likin’ her dad’s full attention.
She wasn’t gonna get as much of it now and my spoiled brat didn’t like it.
“You’ll be nice to her on pain of bein’ turned out on the street,” I’d growled at her when she’d called Lou a slut for the last fuckin’ time.
I’d sent Cress on ahead before gettin’ involved with the confrontation at the school and when I’d come home, she’d been ready. She had her jacket on, purse across her shoulder and keys in hand. She knew it’d come to H.R. stormin’ out, so when she did, tears streamin’ at my dishonest threat, Cress followed her with a gentle smile my way.
She’d do what she could with my girl.
The cat was outta the bag now and it was fuckin’ scratchin’ and wailin’ like a wild thing but I had hope H.R. was mature enough to see that Lou made her old man happy.
I wrenched a kitchen chair out from the table and dropped myself in it with a loud fuckin’ sigh.
King did the same.
“Why do I feel like my son is ’bout to give his old man a lecture?” I griped, running my hands through my hair to relieve some of the stress runnin’ through my body.
He shrugged. “Spend a fuckuva lota time with Cress, it’s not a bad guess.”
I sighed, slid the pack of cigarettes from my back pocket and laughed despite my fuckin’ fury when I saw that Lou’d drawn a disgusted or dyin’ face on each cancer stick. I looked up grinn’ as I put the pack back in my pocket. “Have at it, then.”
“’S not really a lecture, Dad. Just me tellin’ ya that I get it. I get what it’s like to see the face of an angel and covet it so hard, you’ll do anythin’ to posses it. And I know what it’s like at the end’a that road when you got her beside you and you wake up to that face of beauty every fuckin’ day like you’re livin’ a dream.”
King paused for a sec, searchin’ my face before he continued. “Yeah, I get that you’re on that road now and I get you know it’s a fuckin’ rough ride, but you gotta do what you gotta do to secure that kinda happiness for yourself. Don’t regret a minute of the pain that was securin’ my woman to my side and know you won’t either. H.R.’s a little girl still but she’ll come ’round.”
I stared off over his shoulder, rubbin’ my fingers through my beard as I thought over my son’s wisdom and blessin’. He’d always been a smart kid and I liked to think I’d given him that. He’d stopped bein’ a son to raise a long fuckin’ time ago and now he was more like one of my brothers, one of The Fallen.
“When you comin’ home to prospect?” I asked, because as far as I was concerned, the other conversation was wrapped up tight.
King laughed and slapped his messy hair into a knot at the back of his head. “Why’d I know that was comin’?”
“As I said, smart boy.”
“You serious though, Dad? ’Cause Cress and I are havin’ a fuckin’ blast down in Vancouver but you need us, we’ll be back faster than you can say ‘The Fallen.’ Hope you get that.”
“Got it. But nah, it was just the wishful thinkin’ of an old man. Shits goin’ down with the Nightstalkers and I’m not sure who to trust, to tell you the fuckin’ truth of it.”
King frowned. “You think you got a rat?”
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I held up a finger for King and answered, “Yeah.”
“Prez, there’s another fire,” Nova said over the sound of revving engines in the background.
“Fuck, where this time?”
“The grow-op near Squamish. We got Officer Hutchinson over there now, he’ll deal with keepin’ the illegal nature of the warehouse on the down low, but there’s more.”
“Say it,” I growled.
“They hit the tattoo parlor and the truckin’ company too. There’s graffiti everywhere and they took all the money from the till at Street Ink Tat Parlor, but there wasn’t anythin’ to take from Edge Trucking. This was to make a fuckin’ point.”
“Motherfuckers,” I spat. “How the fuck they’d know about Edge Trucks, huh? Buck’s owned that company since before he was even a fuckin’ member and it’s under his old fuckin’ name. Explain that to me, would ya?”
“Can’t,” Nova said grimly. “Got that kid Curtains on it. I’m headin’ to Street Ink, Bat’s over in Squamish and Buck’s at the trucking company.”
“I’ll meet Bat,” I said.
“Uh, I’d meet me, Prez, the staff sergeant’s at Street Ink and he’s claimin’ the business was ‘unsafe’ and in violation of about a dozen fuckin’ codes.”
“Fuck,” I roared. “Who the fuck told them about this shit? I swear to motherfuckin’ God that heads will fuckin’ roll for this shit.”
I hung up, jammed the phone in my pocket and stormed over to the door.
“Later,” I called over my shoulder to King,
He was up and movin’ though. “I’m comin’.”
“You’re not a member of this club, kid.”
His eyes flashed grey as a lightning strike just like mine. “Fuck that. We both know I was born a member and I’ll die a member. Just ’cause I ain’t prospectin’ doesn’t mean this isn’t my goddamn family that’s been fucked with.”
I clapped him on the back and brought ’im close to press our foreheads together and squeeze the back of his neck. “How’d an old fuck like me end up with such a kickass kid?”
He grinned and clapped me on the back. “Pure luck.”
It was late, or fuckin’ early dependin’ on how you looked at it. It’d been a long fuckin’ night of puttin’ out fires, literally and metaphorically. Our friendly neighborhood cop, Hutchinson, had dealt with the fire at the grow-op but we’d lost the entire fuckin’ thing. It was a huge loss even for the scale of an operation like ours and to say I was pissed woulda been the understatement of the fuckin’ year.
There were three more of those glossy eight-by-ten photographs, one at each scene and each mutilated violently. King’s stuck in the empty till at Street Ink, Cress’s plastered on the gates to the Edge Trucking lot and Lou’s on the mailbox at the grow-op.
More warnings.
Only they weren’t warnings anymore. They were threats and I wasn’t havin’ fuckin’ anymore of that shit.
The problem was, I didn’t know where the fuck these fuckin’ Nightstalkers were. They weren’t actin’ like bikers. I didn’t see ’em drivin’ down the streets of Entrance in their colours or hear tell of them in any biker bars on the Sea to Sky. They were just these invisible enemies playin’ a game I didn’t want any fuckin’ part of.
They were bein’ smarter than last time, which meant that they had someone else helpin’ ’em. Someone smarter, and I intended to find out who that fuckin’ well was.
None of the brothers would be sleepin’ for a long fuckin’ time, includin’ me, but I was tired as shit, mad as hellfire and I wanted—fuckin’ needed—my girl.
Which was why I’d parked my bike down the road from her house and was calmly breakin’ into the backdoor of the Lafayette mansion. They had a weakass-alarm that I disarmed easily with a little help from The Fallen’s resident computer hacker, Curtains, and then crossed softly in my boots through the house and up the epic fuckin’ staircase.
Wasn’t a man who liked opulence, gold plated this or eighteenth century that, but even I could recognize that the place was worth a fuckin’ mint. It was fucked to me that my Lou grew up in a place like it, like a fuckin’ museum. There were no pictures of the kids on the walls, only old guys with huntin’ rifles, and there was no life in the house. No clothes on the stairs or keys and shit on tables. Just rich furniture and a smell like clean money.
I knew which bedroom was Lou’s from the letters. She’d always talked about the huge willow tree outside her bay window, about the fact that her nanny had let her paint her door pale pink in defiance of her parents and then promptly been fuckin’ fired for it.
So I knew when I pushed open that pink door that Lou would be asleep in her bed but I wasn’t prepared for what the sighta her curled up in a fuckin’ frilly white-and-pink bed would do to my cock.
I felt like the fuckin’ monster under the bed come to play with the little girl bedded down in it.
My cock hardened with each step as I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed to take off my boots.
She didn’t stir.
It was the first night she hadn’t spent in my bed in a week and there was no way after a night like the one I’d just had that I was okay goin’ to bed without her warmth beside me.
When I’d shucked the boots, I shrugged off my leather jacket, unbuckled my jeans and tugged off my shirt before leanin’ down into the bed to get a closer look at the girl who’d stolen this monster’s cold heart.
Her eyelids were pale purple and there were faint bruises at the tops of her cheeks. I frowned as I brushed a thumb over the silky bruises and wondered if I wasn’t lettin’ her get enough sleep. Those lids pulled slowly open when I slid my workingman’s hand ’cross her cheek and down her neck.
She stared at me without fear, her pure blue eyes filled with wonder instead.
“Zeus,” she breathed like I was a fuckin’ dream come true. “You’re here.”
I kissed her warm, sleep-soft mouth. Without hesitation, she kissed me back, sliding her small wet tongue against mine in an innocent way that had me groanin’.
When I pulled back to look into her face, she was frownin’.
“Bad day for my guardian monster,” she whispered, her hand comin’ up to stroke my cheek and into my hair.
Fuck but her sweetness did me in.
“Roughest in a while, all good now I got my girl with me,” I told her honestly.
“What happened?”
“Not tellin’ you much, Lou. Not ever and that’s for your own good, yeah? But there’s stuff goin’ down with another gang, Nightstalkers, and shit’s gonna get violent and real before it gets gone. Need you to know and need you to be fuckin’ careful, yeah? Don’t leave Mute’s fuckin’ side when you’re not with me.”
“You’re more than angry. I think you might even be scared,” she noticed like the sharp shooter she was.
I rubbed a weary hand over my tired eyes. “They went after King’s woman last year. Seems they’re gearin’ up to go after family again.”
“But why?” she asked, and I forgot that she was so fuckin’ innocent in all of this.
“Got a business that keeps me cash rich and morally poor, Lou. Lotsa people want a piece of that, good ones and bad. This club wants what The Fallen has and they’ve decided the best way to take it is by cripplin’ us with death and debt.”
“Fuck.”
“Burned down coupla our operations but it’s the threats, I’m not down with. Can’t have my kids getting’ hurt,” I leaned down to suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Can’t have my girl getting’ hurt, either.”
She bit the lip I’d sucked, not realizin’ how it made my dick twitch. “I think my dad’s involved in it somehow. I heard him talking to Lionel after my cat-fight with H.R. earlier and it seemed like he was in trouble.”
I went solid. “Tell me exactly what happened.”
She did, her eyes faraway as she told me the names involved in the scheme.
“Don’t know who the fuck Mitch, Jack and Javier are, but Ace fuckin’ Munford is the motherfuckin’ rat who’s the reason things went down the way they did at First Light Church the day of the shootin’,” I told her. “He’s Blackjack’s deadbeat dad.”
I didn’t realize I was vibrating ’til Lou’s warm hands slid up my arms and squeezed. “Text someone else to take over for the rest of the night and get in here with me. The bad guys and conspiracy theories will still be there in the morning. I want to feel my man beside me.”
My heart burned ’cause the old thing wasn’t used to feelin’ so much. Her easy acceptance of my violent life and me was a gift I’d never get tired of receivin’.
“Lose the pants,” she added when I got up to get in.
I chuckled softly but did as my girl wanted and lost ’em. Her eyes tracked over my chest and abs, down my legs and back up to the hard-on pressin’ hard against my boxers.
“I’m in your little girl’s room, you think that’s not a fuckin’ turn on?” I asked her as I slid into the bed and hauled her against my body.
She settled warm and womanly against me and laughed. “You think I wasn’t wet the second I saw you in here like some dark demon come to use me?”
I snarled quietly and rolled her to her back, pressing my cock into the hot apex of her sweet thighs.
“You got any of those lollipops around?” I asked as I ran my hands over her silky skin under her sleep shirt and pulled it up over her head.
The second her gorgeous tits were exposed, I took one of the peaks in my mouth and bit down hard.
Her thighs squeezed my body as she thrashed. “Fuck, yes. Why?”
“Get one out,” I ordered, plumpin’ her other tit in my hand.
Loved the contrast of my dark, calloused hands against all her creamy flesh, her deep curves so fuckin’ ripe I wanted to bite into each and every one of them, feel her cherry tang on my tongue. I could barely fit one of her perfect tits in my big hand but I could fit the other from little finger to thumb across the entire span of her little waist.
In the dark, sneaking into her house like I had, I felt like a filthy fuckin’ intruder ’bout to take the virgin girl in her bed.
I felt the strain in her body as she reached for somethin’ on the bedside table. Reverently because she was better than any fantasy I’d ever had, I traced the long lines of strong muscle dancin’ had given her, rubbin’ my thumbs through the divots on either side of her belly and down to her shapely thighs and sweet plump calves. She was beautifully constructed and the mechanic in me got off on seein’ how her body worked, how it moved. Loved bendin’ her just to see how flexible she could be, touchin’ her just to see how high her engine would rev.
The crinkle of a wrapper had my eyes jerkin’ away from her body and up to her face. Her lids were low as she placed the head of a round red lollipop in her mouth and swirled it over her tongue.
Fuck, she was gonna put me in an early grave.
I reared up took her mouth, the cherry flavored candy still between her lips. We sucked it together, our tongues racin’ over the sweet sugar then over each other. She rolled her hips against my groin and moaned.
My girl liked the games we played in bed.
As if she wasn’t fuckin’ perfect enough already.
I pulled back and took the sucker with me, tucked into one side of my mouth as I braced on one arm over her and looked down the long hourglass shape of her below me.
“Hold still,” I ordered. “And be quiet. Don’t want Mum and Dad hearin’ their little girl cryin’ out now, do we?”
Her skin erupted in goosebumps.
I grinned around the candy then pulled it from my mouth and drew a lazy circle with the wet red tip over her wet red nipple. Her breath was shaky, her eyes glued to my hand as I moved over one tit and then the other.
When I was done, I studied her pretty strainin’ tips, the way they heaved and jiggled with her heavy breaths. Then I dipped down to take one of those candy-coated treats in my mouth and hummed.
“Fuck,” she rasped, her hands flyin’ to my hair to hold on tight.
I sucked hard at her flesh then raked it with my teeth, pulling it away from her body and lettin’ it go with a wet pop.
“Fuckin’ delicious,” I told her as I flicked the damp nipple with my fingers.
Her hips were wriggling against my thigh, her wet sex slidin’ up and down, searchin’ for more friction than my leg could give her. I grinned wickedly at the sight of her wanton and depraved, golden like a fuckin’ angel but fallen to this bed so I could have my fuckin’ way with her.
I attacked the other nipple with my tongue and teeth, listenin’ to her mewl and feelin’ her scratch my shoulders like a fuckin’ cat.
I brought the cherry lollipop to my mouth, got it wet again then trailed it between her breasts and swirled it over her belly button. She stiffened then writhed when she figured out where I was goin’ with it.
I let her tit go with a harsh bite that had her shakin’ then lowered my shoulders between her thighs, tossin’ her legs over my shoulders so I had complete access to her bare golden cunt.
She watched me roll the candy in my mouth, pantin’ hard, her eyes all black with arousal.
“Always wondered if you tasted like cherries down here,” I told her in a voice so low and rough I barely recognized it. Dippin’ the tip of the sucker in her honey, I said, “Now, I know for sure you do.”
I locked a forearm over her canting hips to still her while I traced the folds of her glistenin’ pussy with the red candy, turnin’ her cunt into a red flower I wanted to bury my face in.
So I did.
I replaced the sucker with my tongue and went to town lickin’ up every single scrap of sugar laid down in those juicy folds. I was noisy and messy as I ate her, her wetness in my beard and nose, my tongue up her grasping cunt and my fingers glidin’ in a tease on either side of her clit.
“Zeus, please,” she cried out. “Finish me off, please.”
“Such a pretty cunt,” I praised her. “Even pretty smeared with my cum.”
“Jesus,” she cursed, her legs shakin’ violently on my shoulders.
“Zeus,” I corrected her before bitin’ into the tender junction of her groin and thigh. “There’s no God but this devil in your bed.”
“Ohmigawd,” she cried out as I twisted three fingers deep inside her.
It was too much too soon but just that side of pain and it triggered an orgasm so massive, her entire body thrummed with it, like a live wire in my hands and against my mouth. I kept my lips sealed to her floodin’ sex as she thrashed through it and licked up every single delicious drop of cum before I was done with her.
Her eyes were closed as she recovered but she opened her mouth obediently when I pressed the cum slicked head of the lollipop at her lips. She hummed as she sucked it, her eyes openin’ so she could see how much she turned me the fuck on.
My cock bobbed in the air, so heavy it felt like a fuckin’ steel pipe attached to my groin.
“I want another one,” she panted.
It took me a second to figure out what my foxy girl wanted. I wrapped my hand around the base of my dick and worked it tight toward the head. “You want a taste of this?”
She licked her lips and nodded. “Please.”
I moved up, straddlin’ her chest so that my ruddy dick was pressed between the still slick valley of her breasts. Her eyes were round as I told her, “Press ’em together for me and I’ll give you something else to suck.”
We both moaned when she wrapped an arm around her breasts and tightened the pressure around my cock. I spit down on the flesh to lube it and got another moan for my efforts from my dirty girl.
“Gonna fuck these pretty cherry-tipped tits and cum on your cherry-red lips,” I growled.
“Such a fucking poet,” she sassed because only she would sass me while I titty fucked ’er.
“You complainin’?” I asked, thrusting deep so the crown of my cock hit her chin.
She ducked her chin in so on the next thrust I hit her open mouth. “Not at all,” she purred, then swallowed the head of me.
I tipped my head back and groaned.
“Magnificent like a fucking god,” she breathed as she looked up at me, a strand of drool connecting her mouth and the cock wedged between her breasts.
“A goddess,” I told her back then leaned forward to press a hand to the wall and warned her, “Gonna fuck you hard and cum all over these tits.”
She hummed her approval and opened her mouth wide, showin’ me how ready she was to receive each thrust.
Fuck yeah, but I had a dirty girl.
I went to town, fuckin’ her soft, slick globes until my balls tingled and the base of my spine went hot. Loved fuckin’ her like this in her pretty princess bed in her pretty fuckin’ mansion owned by a man who hated my fuckin’ guts.
The thought tipped me over the edge and I started comin’ with a low snarl. I fisted my dick in my hand and directed my hot seed all over my girl’s tits and open mouth, her pink tongue stickin’ out to catch as much as she could.
I squeezed out the last dribble of cum onto her skin then looked down at my handy work, breathin’ hard. She was covered in me and smilin’ like I’d bought her a real damn pearl necklace. Then as I watched, her tongue between her teeth, she smeared my cum into her skin until her tits glowed white from me and red from the lollipop in the bright moonlight comin’ in through the curtains.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned as my spent dick twitched at the sight. “Musta been a saint in another life to deserve this.”
She giggled as I ducked down to kiss her forehead then swung outta bed. “You were a saint, I don’t think you’d fuck a teenage girl under her father’s roof.”
“And you wouldn’t like me half as much then either, would ya?” I teased her as I went into the little bathroom off her room and wet a cloth to wipe her down with.
When I came back she was still smilin’, her eyes half-closed and a hand playin’ idly with her left nipple.
I raised a brow at her when I sat down and started to clean her. “Not enough for ya?”
“Don’t worry, I get that you’re old and I have more stamina than you,” she tried to taunt me but she was laughin’ like a loon before she could even finish gettin’ the words out.
I bit her nipple sharply and leaned down menacingly into her face. “Watch what you say, little girl or I’ll keep you up all night provin’ just how much gas I got left in the tank.”
“Easy, stud,” she said through her laughter. “You’ve got bad guys to catch and maim and I’ve got Sammy, studying and The Lotus tomorrow. We need our rest. Honestly, not that I’m complaining, but you should have gone home to bed, Z. You look beat.”
I scowled at her as she pulled back the covers for me to get into bed. The second I did she was plastered to my side, her left arm and leg thrown over me and her head on my chest. Her fingers played in my short chest hair and up over the ridge of my bullet scar.
“Could probably sleep without you,” I admitted. “Just don’t want to.”
She sighed happily into my shoulder. “You gonna sneak out before my parents wake up in the morning?”
“Nah, thought I’d join the Lafayettes for fuckin’ porridge at breakfast.”
She laughed. “Porridge? Ew.”
I shrugged. “Figured that’s what borin’ folks ate for breakfast.”
“Dad does like porridge in the winter…” She laughed softly as she traced the dips and valleys over my torso. “What does a big badass biker man eat for breakfast?”
“Virgins,” I deadpanned.
Her startled laugh was like fuckin’ church bells.
It didn’t make sense but that’s what my time with Lou always reminded me of, a religious experience. I felt cowed and unworthy of her goodness, moved to the point of reverence and devoted to the point of worship. I wanted her to be my religion, the reason the sun rose and fell each day. The reason for my entire fuckin’ existence.
“No seriously, I made you breakfast yesterday at the cabin but all you had was cereal. If I get the chance to cook for you again, I want to know what you like.”
My girl, so fuckin’ sweet. “Meat and potatoes kinda guy, Lou. No surprise there, I hope.”
“Nope. Any vices? Like me and my cherry lollipops?”
I groaned. “Damn don’t remind me of those fuckin’ things ever again ’less you want me to fuck you soon as you do.”
“Perv,” she said, pinchin’ my nipple.
“You bet your ass,” I agreed easily which got me another one of those fuckin’ beautiful giggles. “My vices are longer than my virtues. Like Canadian whiskey, Lucky Strikes cigarettes and pussy.”
“Zeus, I can’t make you any of those things!”
“Sure ya can. Pour me a whiskey, pass me a smoke and spread those sweet thighs for me whenever I get a hankerin’ for somethin’ sweet.”
“Oh my God, you are useless. I’m going to sleep, shut up.”
I grinned into the dark, playin’ with the ends of her blond hair. It was so bright the locks shone even in the night shadows. When her breathin’ was levelin’ out into sleep, I pressed my lips into that hair and told her, “You wake up in my bed after a night of takin’ my cock, it’s me who’ll make breakfast. You want lunch or dinner, I’m good with that ’cause breakfast is the only thing I got in me to make. It was a long eighteen years of microwave dinners for my kids and makin’ fuckin’ salads and shit so they got the right nutrients. Done with that now so I eat what I want and what I want is usually meat with a small side of veg. You wanna take over cookin’ when I get you in my house permanent, like I said, I will not complain. But never breakfast. Want my girl warm, relaxed and ready for another round of cock in the mornings. You get me?”
I felt her smile against my chest before she pressed a kiss to it.
“Got you.”
I lay in the dark for hours after my girl fell asleep curled up into me, strokin’ her hair like rosary beads between my fingers. It settled me, bein’ there with her, touchin’ her. There was shit stormin’ on the horizon and it was comin’ straight for us but for the first time in a long fuckin’ time, I felt at peace.
