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  With church coming to an end, the brothers and I pile out into the bar area while Spider runs the photos he got of Shadow through everything he can think of. I’ve barely thrown back half a beer, and, in no time, he’s calling us to his room to see what all he’s found.

  Blaze, Viking, Ares, Cain, and I all pile in and take a look while he explains everything he was able to uncover. He found it in mere minutes with the right information to search for. Fucking crazy how you can be hunted down through random cameras positioned throughout the world.

  “So, the facial recognition was able to pick up Shadow all over the place. One in particular was his mugshot which came paired with his legal name. It also found him at several gas stations that have been under surveillance after being robbed. Lucky for us, he had several buddies with him during these times. I was able to feed those camera shots into the system and figure out where a cluster of them have been gathering.”

  “A cluster?” Blaze’s eyes row wide, glancing at Viking.

  “Yep, not a small one, either. It looks like they’ve been holed up in a little town four hours north of here. My guess is they did it on purpose, waiting to make their move. It’s way too damn convenient they’re that close and they weren’t planning something.”

  Ares grumbles, “I don’t get it. How could everyone miss them? We have allies everywhere. It doesn’t add up, none of it.”

  “Actually, it does. The spot where they’re hiding out is technically Oklahoma, which puts them out of our main territory. And it’s also right off a busy highway so they can be on and off in no time, with hardly anyone seeing them. In this case, random gas stations were the only thing that pulled them up. If Shadow hadn’t got caught by Nightmare, there’s a chance we never would’ve caught on. They’re smart, and I hate admitting that about enemies.”

  “Makes sense.” Cain shrugs. “Random Casinos run by the Indians, pussy, drugs, all right there, and not closely monitored ‘cause it’s Indian Territory.”

  Viking huffs, cursing. “Where are the fucking Indian bikers in all this? We couldn’t go through Oklahoma on a run without them being up our asses for a payout to pass through.”

  Blaze tsks. “I’m sure they’re getting a payout somehow. You know the Iron Fists roll around in heroin and meth. Bet they’re cooking some shit up for the Indians to keep quiet. The entire thing smells bad to me.”

  “Goddamn, motherfucker,” Ares mumbles, rubbing his temples. “The fuck we gonna do then? We can’t go guns blazin’ on the goddamn Indian reservation; Uncle Sam would be breathing down our throats in a heartbeat. We’ve gotten around with mild heat for many years, not trying to get in trouble with them now.”

  “Actually,” Spider interrupts. Smart little fucker has an answer for everything. “Where they are, it’s not technically the reservation. It’s closer to the Texas line, so if I give you a location you should be fine. You have to light it up and get the fuck outta there though. No sticking around to see the outcome. It would be hit it and quit it.”

  “Good work, Spidey.” Viking claps his shoulder. “Get us a location, and we’ll plan a visit.”

  “We need to discuss this ASAP,” I mutter as we pile into the hallway.

  “We’ll have a drink and wait for Spider to finish. When he’s done, we’ll go back into church. I think everyone’s still here.” Viking glances at us and Ares nods.

  “Sounds good, brother. It’s been a while since I’ve had some fun. I’m ready to take care of business.”

  “Brothers, we have news,” Viking begins as we’re all crammed back into church, Spider with printouts spread on the table in front of him. “We have a location and an estimate in numbers.”

  “’Bout time, let’s finish this,” Twist grits, and I couldn’t agree with him more.

  “Ares and I discussed a plan we’d like to run over with everyone. We’re wanting to pay them another visit like before. Think Cali all over again. We torch the place and get the fuck out of there. Come home and batten down for potential blowback. We can knock a bunch of them out with one big hit. Let them scamper away like roaches, same as they did the last time.”

  “We all going?” Torch questions, ready to get down and dirty. He used to be a Widow Maker in South Carolina before they were patched over, along with Blaze and Bronx. He’s a pretty mean fucker; I have respect for him always keeping his word.

  “We’ll have Exterminator and Ruger; I know they’ll want to be in. From our charter: Chaos, Torch, Nightmare, and I will go.” His irises flick to mine. “If you’re up for it?” Everyone else’s gaze falls on me as well. He’s never asked before, but I know he wants to make sure I can handle the ride with my leg. I’m touched and irritated all in the same breath.

  “Of course,” I mutter, glowering so I don’t come off as a weak spot in front of anyone.

  “Scot, Bronx, Blaze, and Spidey will stay here to hold down the club.”

  “I’m going, too,” Twist interrupts and Ares growls.

  “Yeah, Twist, Cain, Snake, and I will ride up. The rest of my charter will stay at the club.”

  “Everyone good with it?”

  “Aye,” we each respond pegging our gaze on Viking and Ares.

  Enough fucking around. I’m ready to leave right the fuck now and handle this shit. I’m sure the others are antsy as well.

  “Everyone watch your backs until then. We’ll see what Tate’s men bring up and then plan to hit the road the following day. Expect to ride out Friday. Those assclowns will get fucked up Friday, and we’ll be able to surprise their asses when they least expect it.” Ares and Viking rise, done with business for the time being.

  The only thing on my mind is finding Bethany and kissing her again. Her lips were perfect earlier.

  His love roared louder

  than her demons.

  - |writtenbyhim.

  I’m half asleep by the time Nightmare crawls into bed behind me. Maverick’s passed out right next to me on a cot Princess found in the storage room. It’s a tight fit in here, but we’ll make-do for a few days. It’s not so bad either, since I’ve gotten used to sleeping next to Night most of the time, and we have to share a bed here.

  “Mmm, you smell so fuckin’ good,” he whispers in my ear, and I can make out whiskey laced with mint on his breath. He must’ve been drinking with his brothers a bit before and then swished with mouthwash before coming to bed.

  “And you smell like whiskey and mouthwash.” I grin and he chuckles.

  “Sounds like a damn good combination to me.” He wraps his strong arm around my waist, pulling me into his warmth. It’s like being covered with a fluffy blanket, and I love the feeling.

  “It is.”

  “You finally gonna let me in your pants, baby?”

  “And there’s the whiskey talking.”

  “Dollface…” It’s nearly a whine which makes me laugh.

  “Oh no, you don’t crawl in bed half-lit and expect me to spread ‘em for you, the first time in years, at that. Maybe eventually, but not tonight, handsome.”

  “You think I’m handsome?” he asks in an unsure mumble.

  “Of course, you’re handsome. You’re freaking hot. I’m not afraid to admit that much. Besides, you know it anyhow, all those chicks going crazy over you when you play the drums.”

  “That’s just the rocker vibe. But you think that, even with the scar and fucked up colored eye?”

  Can he really be unsure about it? I would never peg him being insecure about anything, or caring for that matter. He’s nuts if he doesn’t realize women love mismatched eyes and scars like that. He’s not only gorgeous, but he’s got the bad-boy-kind-of-scary-but-damn-I-could-fuck-you kind of look going—always.

  “I think your eyes are beautiful, and the scar is sexy.”

  “Hmm...You’re beautiful.”

  “And you’re horny.”

  “I am,” he admits and I grind my ass against him just to tease him a bit.

  “You’re bad, Bethany, and bad on
e’s get spanked. You better watch it or I’ll pull those panties down, then you’ll be begging to be fucked.”

  “Jesus Christ, why do you have to say shit like that? Our son is right next to us. I can’t go at it; you know I could never be quiet when you were in full-on pound town mode.”

  He chuckles, and it sends tingles all over me. He sounds absolutely delicious. “Fine, but I’m having some fun,” he declares as the palm resting on my stomach flattens and skims under the elastic of my panties.

  “Ummm…whoa, buddy,” I sputter as his palm rests over my clit and he applies some pressure.

  “Enough being patient,” he grumbles, his soft lips coming to my neck where he nips and sucks the tender area.

  Holding my breath so I don’t squirm and intensify the erotic tingles, I go with it, closing my eyes in the moment. It takes everything in me not to be loud with him. I don’t know what it is, why he gets me so flustered like he does, but it’s like his hands are magic.

  I have to be quiet, but it doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his touch, the feeling of him holding me so closely to him. I’ve wanted Nightmare since the first day I set my eyes on him. He’s absolutely crazy if he doesn’t realize how gorgeous he is or how women gawk when they see him. Fucking sinful is more accurate.

  His middle finger dips between my folds making me gasp. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him. Everything is right on the edge, wanting to explode and waiting for his next move.

  He leans over a bit and I turn my face to him, letting him take my mouth with his. As his tongue strokes mine, his finger sinks into my depth. He catches the moan that attempts to escape from my lips, keeping all of me for himself.

  Pulling my bottom lip between his, he bites it, just rough enough to make my eyes pop back open. He’s wearing a wicked smile. The fucker knows he turns me to putty with his touch.

  “Feel good, dollface?”

  “Yes, fantastic.”

  “Oh yeah, that good, huh? How about when I do this?” He dips another finger in, moving them in long strokes. His thumb circles my clit at the same time, and it’s a miracle I can breathe or think through the sensations.

  “Fucking shit,” leaves me on a breathy gasp. So unladylike but I could care less. He knows exactly what it means.

  “Yeah?” he growls, his teeth biting at my bottom lip again. My eyes roll back, submitting to his blissful torture. Smelling him, feeling him, hearing him—all have my body waving the white flag to whatever he wants to do with it.

  His fingers plunging in deep has my mouth popping open. He uses the opportunity to kiss me again. It’s the feelings that the best types of dreams are made of. The twists and flutters spiraling all around as you’re enraptured in the sweetest bit of euphoria between a man and a woman.

  “I want you seeing motherfuckin’ stars when you look at me, baby,” he admits. If he only knew. He’s been making me see stars for far too long already.

  “I do, oh God, I do.”

  “Fireworks, Bethany.”

  His growl has me wanting to climb over him and ride him like a fucking cowgirl. I’m not one, never have been, but pretty sure I could give him one hell of a ride to convince him differently.

  “I do.”

  “Swear to me.”

  “I swear.” I’ll tell him anything he wants to hear. The only thing clouding my mind is the building orgasm and the fact that it’s Nightmare giving it to me.

  “It’s what I saw when you had my cock in your mouth—stars. Fucking bright-ass stars and your beautiful face. Had me shooting my load off like no other.” His finger presses against my nub harder, and the breath catches in my throat.

  “Now, dollface, give me more fucking stars,” he orders, pressing his fingers in me, stroking quicker, and I explode.

  My pussy quivers with delight, attempting to pull him in deeper as my body rides the wave of pleasure. The wave that only Nightmare makes me feel whenever I’m with him—no one else. No other man can play my body so easily and make it do whatever he wants it to; they never even come close.

  “Night.” Groaning, my hand clutches his forearm to me, not letting him move away immediately. The aftershocks flutter through, and he waits patiently while dropping kisses all along my neck. I could lie here and let him pepper kisses all night long and be a happy woman.

  “I saw stars.”

  “Promise?” he whispers against my throat.

  I nod and the only dreams that come that night are ones filled with a broody man, there to protect and love me. They’re the best types of dreams to have.

  “You have to leave?” Bethany peers up at me, worried.

  “I do.”

  “Please be careful.”

  “I will.”

  I stuff the saddlebags with my belongings. She stands at the back of my bike, holding Maverick’s hand as they watch me. Everyone’s loading up, a few of us having to say good-bye to our other halves. We haven’t made anything official or said it out loud, but that’s what she is to me. Maverick is just icing on the cake when it comes to our family. I’d do anything for that kid.

  “I feel like we’ve barely had time to reconnect,” she admits, biting her bottom lip.

  Nodding, I stand and pull her into my arms, Maverick’s hand wrapping around my thigh. “It’ll be all right. Once I get back, we’ll have more time,” I mumble in her hair.

  “Princess told me what happened with this group before; just watch your back. You have a kid waiting for you.”

  “Just a kid?” I pull her in my arms, holding her tighter.

  “You have me, too.”

  I nod again, taking in the flowery scent from her shampoo. “Go inside. I probably won’t call you or text ‘cause I’ll be riding most the time.”

  “If you aren’t coming back right away for some reason, you need to at least text.”

  “I will, I promise.” Pulling back, I press my lips to hers gently. I want to own her mouth, kiss her roughly to take as much as possible, but I don’t. I’m gentle, giving her my sweet side, relishing in her taste so I can easily remember it later.

  “Later alligator.” Putting my fist out, Mav bumps it with his, giving me a happy grin.

  “Bye, Daddy.”

  In no time we’re loaded up, our engines shaking the ground as the nine of us take off on a mission of revenge. It’s time to head to Oklahoma and fuck some shit up.

  There is my heart, and then

  there is you, and I’m not sure

  there is a difference.

  -A.R. Asher

  “What is it?” Viking growls as we pull off at a gas station out of turn. We’d already filled up and were set for another two hours at least before breaking.

  “Fuck, I don’t know, but my phone has been going off nonstop, continuous for the past hour.”

  “Just Bluetooth that shit, we’re wasting too much time.”

  “I would, but I can’t hear good with that thing in my ear. Besides, who the fuck you know would be callin’ me like that? Someone who’s lost their motherfuckin’ mind,” I grit in return, and pull my device out to see what the hell is going on.

  It says Bethany: 240 missed calls.

  “What the ever loving fuck?” Holding it up to Vike, his gaze widens, and he gestures for me to call. I was going too anyhow.

  “The fuck’s goin’ on, Bethany, Christ?” I damn near yell when she answers.

  She’s sobbing, and I can’t understand a damn thing she’s saying. “Baby, calm your tits, the fuck happen?”

  She’s crying something fierce, mumbling words that make no sense whatsoever. She’s hysterical to the point I would be thinking of sedating her if I were there, and it’s crushing me inside. “I cannot understand you at all. Is Princess there? Put her on so she can talk.”

  “Nightmare?” Princess comes on the line; no doubt she’s been crying, too. I hear Viking swear in the background, once he powers his cell on and discovers his missed calls too. Her voice has me on edge; this is the Ice Queen I’m t
alking to. She doesn’t show weakness like this, especially to me or to anyone besides her ol’ man.

  “Yeah, the fuck’s goin’ on over there?”

  “Y-you guys need to come back, right now.”

  “Why? Talk to me, damn it!” I shout, and all the guys stare at me, with ‘what the fuck’ expressions.

  “They have him. They took Maverick. You guys left and so many showed up. They killed Bronx; ripped a knife up his stomach and pulled his guts out in the middle of the parking lot. Scot…he’s gone. Th-they cut his fucking throat! Blaze is barely breathing; I have the doc coming right now.” She lets out a shuddering breath, her voice choking up as she fights to get words out. “But Mav, h-h-h-he-he’s gone, Nightmare. We fought them; I swear to God, we fought. But there were just too many. They threw us to the side like flies. Puppet, their leader said they were leaving me and Bethany alive to warn you. They s-said the Fists always collect their debts owed.”

  I growl into the line, my mind beginning to spiral out of control with the many ways I’ll kill them all, and she continues.

  “We took a son from them, so they’re taking a son from us. Oh God, Night, I don’t know what to do. Bethany is losing it; she’s going to kill herself at this rate. You guys have to get here now. There’s blood everywhere, and her son’s gone. I-I don’t know what to do.”

  “Keep her safe. Call 2 Piece and tell him to get over there now.”

  “I’ve been calling everyone; I think the Fists are hitting them too. It didn’t seem like they were finished when they left.”

  “Call your father. Tie B up if you have to; I don’t give a fuck. Just watch her. We will be there as quickly as possible,” I order calmly, even though I feel nothing of the sort. Every nerve in my skin is jumping, and I’m so angry I could peel someone’s skin off their body with my bare hands and feed it into a fire piece by bloody piece at this moment.

  I hang up, stuffing the phone in my pocket. Everyone stares at me in anticipation. I’m so fucked up inside, yet I have to tell them what has happened. I have to find the strength.