Betrayed (Soldiers of Darkness MC Book 2) (16 page)

Chapter Eleven

Zeb

‘So, you’re President now, huh? You finally got what you ultimately wanted.’

‘What I
want
is for you to leave me the fuck alone, forget whatever fucked-up plan you want me to carry out, and disappear. I’m done, OK? I ain’t getting involved in your messed-up shit.’

‘And you think Sam’s just gonna forget about me? You don’t think he’s just gonna keep badgering you to find me and finish the job?’

‘I ain’t got time for this. I got enough to sort out here without this crap. Stop calling me, stop asking me to carry out your own personal vendettas and let me get on with running this club.’

‘I ain’t sure I can do that, Zeb.’

I let out a heavy sigh and sit back in my chair in the empty chapel. ‘What the fuck do I have to do to get rid of you, huh?’

‘I need a favor, son.’

‘Another one? Is you asking me to kill Sam not enough for you, huh?’

‘My club – The Black Dogs…’

‘It ain’t your club no more.’

‘Like I told you, Zeb, I’m still a part of it. Those brothers, they still look up to me.’

‘Must be a real ego boost for you.’

‘There’s something going down in a town about forty miles from where you are. Northmont. You heard of it?’

‘I got connections there, yeah. What the fuck is this, Kes?’

‘There’s an MC there. Joker’s Creed.’

‘I know it. We ain’t done business yet, but I know their Road Captain.’

‘They’re expecting a shipment of cocaine from across the border.’

Shit!
I gotta bad feeling about this. But no matter what threats my jerk of a father throws at me, I ain’t doing nothing for him, I ain’t getting involved in his crap. ‘What’s that got to do with me or my club?’

‘Their ex-President, him and me got history. His
club
and mine got history, and we need some kinda payback. You’re gonna help us get that.’

 
‘You want me to put my men in danger because you want to get involved in a pissing contest with an old enemy?’

‘His club caused the death of three of our men, Zeb.’

‘And that ain’t my fucking problem, Jesus! Sort your own shit out and leave me to run my own club. I’m done, Kes. OK? I’m calling your fucking bluff ‘cause I’m tired of your crap. Whatever beef you got with neighboring clubs, with Sam, it ain’t my problem.’

‘But it is, Zeb. Now.’

I lean forward, and there’s a feeling in the pit of my stomach I ain’t happy about.

‘You’re gonna help me intercept that shipment of cocaine, and then you’re gonna kill my brother ‘cause, if you don’t, if you continue to play the stubborn card I’m gonna give you every reason to throw your loyalty in my direction.’

‘You wanna tell me what the fuck you’re talking about?’

‘Izzi.’

I stand up and kick my chair back, slamming my fist into the wall behind me ‘cause I’m beyond fucking angry now. ‘You son-of-a-fucking-bitch… I told you, she ain’t got nothing to do with this…’

‘And she’ll stay safe, as long as you do what I need you to. You don’t even have to get involved, Zeb, you can send any number of your henchman. And I promise you, they’ll be paid well for their help. You don’t have to get your hands dirty at all. So, shall we start with Joker’s Creed? The shipment’s arriving at the border in a week’s time. I’ll be in touch soon to arrange a meet-up between your men and mine.’

He hangs up, and I throw the phone down onto the table, lean into the wall and rest my head against the cool plaster. And I breathe in deep, breath after breath, but my chest’s so fucking tight now…

‘Zeb?’

I hear her voice but I don’t move, I’m not even sure I can yet, and I close my eyes as she walks over to me, the touch of her hand on my arm calming me, slowly.

‘Baby? What’s wrong?’

I shake my head and turn around, fixing a smile on my face that she needs to believe is real. ‘Nothing, princess. I just gotta touch of indigestion. Sometimes the breakfasts you girls throw together ‘round here – they really do a job, y’know?’

She looks at me, and I ain’t sure she’s convinced but it’s all I got. ‘You want me to get you anything?’

‘Shut the door.’

She cocks her head slightly, but then she does as she’s told and she closes the door.

‘Now come back over here.’

She pulls herself up onto the table and I reach up under her dress and slide my fingers under her panties, the touch of her warm, wet pussy sending another wave of calm flooding through me. And she says nothing, she lets me do what I need to do, and when I start to slide her panties off she raises her hips and wriggles out of them, spreading her legs wide and I look down. She opens herself up with her fingers, and I need to be in there so bad, my heart – it’s racing, man. It’s pumping the blood so fast around my body I’m fucking light-headed.

I sink to my haunches and plunge my tongue deep inside her, my hands on her inner thighs keeping her legs spread as wide as they can go, and when she leans back I pull out of her for a second and trace my tongue down over her slit, rimming her asshole, and she moans quietly, Jesus! I fucking needed this! My head’s so fucked-up right now, but she’s calming me, she’s being the perfect old lady. She’s doing her job, and now I gotta do mine. I gotta keep her safe, protect her, make sure my jackass of a father don’t get near her.

I feel her tense up as I suck on her clit, my tongue flicking back and forth over it, and she thrusts herself towards me, inviting me back inside and I don’t hesitate. My tongue’s back in that beautiful pussy before she can take another breath, and she is so freakin’ wet…

I take her so far, and then I pull back out and I stand up, wiping my mouth with my forearm, and she looks at me and I throw her a grin, stepping back between her legs and I kiss her. She rests her palm against my cheek and kisses me back, and I know she can taste herself on my lips, and I get such a kick outta that. Her mouth moves against mine, tongues touching, entwining, and I reach down and slide my fingers inside her, and she shifts position slightly, leaning back a little and I know what she wants. And I ain’t gonna say no. I pull my fingers out and gently slide my hand back in, my fist slipping into her so easily, and she cries out as she throws back her head and I slip the straps of her dress down and expose her tits, her nipples hard and erect and, man, she’s got the most incredible tits! And as I lean over to suck on those nipples I can hear her heart thumping, it’s so loud I’m surprised it ain’t hurting her.

For a few minutes I forget all the shit that’s going on. For a few minutes I enjoy playing with my girl, sucking on her tits and fist-fucking her until she comes so heavy and so fast, man, I ain’t seen nothing like it. She’s freakin’ soaking! Her body jerks and jolts as I thrust my fist up into her as far as it’ll go, and she’s burning hot and soaking wet and she pulls my head up and kisses me hard, biting my lip and howling like some beautiful, wild animal as she comes in waves all over my hand. I feel every convulsion, every spasm; feel her spill out over me, and when I look down I see how wet she really is.

I slowly pull out of her and reach around to my back pocket, pulling out a bandana and I wipe it slowly over her slit, and she takes my hand and helps me dry her, our eyes locked, and I know – I know that if anyone touches this girl; if anyone hurts her or even alludes to it I’ll kill the bastard dead in a fucking heartbeat. ‘Cause it’ll be the last one they’ll ever feel…

Mack

It’s still kinda strange, sitting at that table and not having that control. I still feel like Cooper’s looking down on me, and the disappointment he’s feeling, that’s a killer. But Laney, she’d understand. She was one hard, not-to-be-messed-with bitch when she wanted to be, but she also had a soft side she didn’t always show everyone else. But I seen it, when I was growing up. She told me it was OK to show emotion, to fall in love; she told me that was OK. But I shunned all that crap and shut myself down to anything that could distract me, but now – now I’m remembering everything my biker momma told me when Cooper wasn’t around. She told me emotion don’t make a man weak. Wanting to love; wanting to
be
loved don’t make a man weak. She told me to follow my heart, wherever that happened to take me. She told me to not be afraid to take a chance, no matter how dangerous or risky that chance might be. I might have let Cooper down, but I sure as hell ain’t gonna let Laney down, too.

‘You want a drink?’

I turn my head to see Zeb standing beside me. ‘We’re doing small talk now?’

He laughs quietly and signals to one of the prospects behind the bar to fetch us a couple of bourbons. ‘I ain’t here for that, Mack.’

‘Then what’s with the one-on-one, huh? I thought we were strictly business now.’

He downs his drink in one and looks at me. ‘We are. The last thing I want is to hang out with you, unless I absolutely have to.’

‘So, what’re we doing here, then? You come to warn me off, again?’

He fixes me with a look. ‘Do I have a reason to?’

‘No. You don’t.’

‘Good. Because I ain’t here to talk about Izzi, either.’ He reaches for the bottle of bourbon on the countertop and pours himself another measure, a large one.

‘What’s going on, Zeb?’

He looks down into his glass and swirls the dark liquid round and around, and he says nothing for a second. He just stares into his drink. ‘Come out back. I don’t wanna do this in here.’

I narrow my eyes as I stare at him, ‘cause I got no clue what’s going on here. ‘OK. I’ll be out in a minute.’

He downs his second drink and fixes me with another look, one that dares me to take longer than that minute, and then he heads out to the back yard and I wait, my hand dropping to the gun I got tucked down the back of my jeans. I ain’t taking no chances.

I move away from the bar and head out down the corridor that leads to the back yard, my head down, so I don’t see her coming my way. Not until my shoulder connects with hers and then my head shoots up, and her eyes meet mine, and she makes to leave straightaway because that’s what she’s been told to do. I reach out to grab her wrist but my hand slips and it catches hers and I feel her instantly tense up. She tries to pull her hand away but I ain’t letting that happen, not yet, so I keep my grip tight and pull her gently towards me.

‘You don’t have to stay here, Izzi. Not anymore. He doesn’t own you…’

‘He does. You told me he did. But the thing is, Mack… I like that he does. That he owns me. I like it.’

‘Izzi…’

She manages to yank her hand away from mine and I lean back against the wall and watch her walk away.

She told me I wasn’t her future.

I’m gonna prove her wrong.

Izzi

‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost.’

I like that Cora hangs out at the clubhouse when she isn’t at
Six
. But it kind of creeps me out sometimes that she always happens to be around just when I need her the most. Or maybe it’s just because I’ve never really had a close girlfriend, someone who cares enough to make sure I’m OK; someone who senses when I actually might not be. ‘I don’t know if I can do this, Cora.’