Forsaken Control (Oathkeepers MC) (10 page)

The brothers start chuckling and cat calling. Strange since they were nervous about getting to church to hear about what just went down.

“Crazy bitch!” Avery smiles, shaking her head and points behind me.

Turning I’m met with London laying on the bar top, stretched out just like the first time she came to the club house, as Cain pours tequila in her belly button and sprinkles salt on her cleavage. Brently is behind the bar with shot glasses lined up to fill them all with tequila.

After Cain is done getting her ready, he turns to the club, “Brothers! Grab a shot and celebrate the best news all day. My baby is knocked up!” He finishes by sucking the tequila from her belly button, causing London to grin a Cheshire smile. The brothers send out a room full of congratulations and excited whistles as they pass around the shots.

Once we get ours, we each tap glasses and swallow down the strong gold liquor. At least he picked something with a little kick; today in church, I think we’re damn sure going to need it.

Prez strolls in moments later, congratulating London and Cain, and then gets straight into business, calling church.

We all file in to the chapel and take our respective seats. This is the first time I’m sitting right next to the Prez, as the official Vice President of my club. I thought I would be nervous, but surprisingly, I feel confident. I’ve helped the club as the Enforcer for years, and I know I will be able to help them as VP as well.

Cain sits directly next to me now, in my old seat. It’s a little surreal, but I’m glad it’s his body filling that chair. 2 Piece moves up to sit in Cain’s old spot, across the table next to Smiles, our Road Captain. 2 Piece isn’t the club Brawler like Cain used to be, that’s not why he filled that seat. He moved spots because it’s all about the pecking order. The closer you are to the Prez’s spot, the higher the patch you wear. 2 Piece now handles all of the weapons aspects for the club’s personal and business uses.

I have to say, it’s refreshing to see the people I’m closest to move up in ranks with me. It will make my job easier in the long run. Fuck knows we don’t want to have to worry about another traitor at the table, like the old brother, Capone.

“Brothers, one thing that needs to be announced is that we had previously voted on 2 Piece getting patched as the club’s new Sergeant at Arms. Well, he agreed to it, and it’s now official.” The room explodes in cheers, ribbing, and congratulating 2 Piece on the new spot he holds.

Once all the commotion dies down, Prez moves on to what happened at the store. It’s not less important than the patch announcement, it was just older business, and Prez always attempts to handle club shit in the order it happens.

The girls sit against the wall in the extra folding chairs and when we’re ready for them, they recite the events from the grocery store so all the brothers can hear what happened. I notice Twist getting a little crazy eyed when he hears the girls talking about the guy showing them his knife and how they defended themselves in order to get away.

We’re all very lucky the bastard didn’t have time to get his knife out and really hurt the girls. Nonetheless, they’re shaken up, and I know it’s eating all of the brothers up inside to not have this piece of filth here to torture.

The Prez takes a large drink of water, looking peeved, his wrinkles more pronounced with stress. “Do you have any idea on who the fuck it could be? Did they have any patches on that look like the Twisted Snakes? Or any patches at all that could help us?”

Avery shakes her head, still a little pale from being sick and then having to rehash it all. “No, Prez. I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about that. I was just so scared when he started talking about the new VP. I just couldn’t help but tell him to leave the VP and the club alone. I know I shouldn’t have said anything at all.”

“Aww shug’, ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for. You girls did the right thing and I know it’s not only me who’s proud, but all the brothers here are proud of how you two handled the situation.” He nods, pointing at Avery and London. “Our main concern is keepin’ y’all safe and getting you out of that situation. Y’all showed us that if needed, you can work together and really fuck someone up. Not only did you do it to protect yourselves, but you did it to stand up for this club.”

The brothers all nod pleased, looking at London and Avery with a higher level of respect. I swear my chest swells with pride when I hear how she stood up for me and how they took care of the ass face who was bothering them. Not only are our brothers not to be fucked with, but obviously our women are baddasses, too.

2 Piece leans forward, anger simmering in his blue gaze, “’Bout that…the fuck we doin’ to catch this sicko?” he hisses, ready to get his revenge.

Twist grins wickedly, “I’ll ride through town.”

Twist is so fucked up, I know he has to be jonesin’ for some blood by now; it’s been a while since he’s gotten to play with anyone. I think having 2 Pieces sister, Sadie, around here is good for him. She’s kept Twist occupied. He acts like an old lady fretting over her pregnant self and shit. I still don’t know what happened with her or why she came to the club. 2 Piece and Twist went to Cali to find her baby daddy and didn’t come back with shit.

Prez shakes his head, “Naw Twist, you sit tight, brother. We need to figure out who this is before we pop off hurtin’ random people.”

2 Piece demands, glaring, “This is fuckin’ bullshit. We should be out lookin’ for this scum!”

Prez glances at me, irritated with 2 Piece’s outburst. Taking a deep breath, I peer over at 2, “Brother, we’ll figure this shit out and find him, I promise.”

2 Piece rolls his eyes at me, huffing in disbelief. In that moment all I can think about is slamming him against a wall, face first and taking him hard. I’d wipe that little look off his face and make him give into me; make him believe every word I say. He’d listen once he figured out who was really in control.

I understand he’s pissed, but we have to be smart about this shit. We don’t need any cops or feds breathing down our fuckin’ throats if we start getting sloppy. If that happens, we’ll get nowhere in finding this person.

Prez stretches, rubbing the back of his neck as he thinks up a plan. “I understand everyone’s fuckin’ pissed. Smiles, hit up the other Captains around; see if anyone’s tryin’ to move in.” He looks down to the end of the table at the NOMADS, “Nightmare, Exterminator, since you boys are still here, keep your ears open in those little bars y’all like to chill at.” They both chin lift, and Exterminator grunts.

Prez nods, “Cain, you and Twist go to the grocery store the girls were at. See if anyone’s hangin’ around, and see if you can get some surveillance tapes.”

“On it.” Cain answers immediately, excited to be one step closer to getting London’s tormentor.

“What about me and 2 Piece?”

“Ares, they seem real keen on our fuckin’ VP.” Prez looks a little shaken up about the whole VP thing and I have no idea why. You’d think he’d be more upset about the girls being confronted on club shit. “I want you to stay close,” he mutters.

Prez turns to 2 Piece, “You’re gonna get in touch with our weapons contacts. I want you to make sure our orders are full and we’re in good standing with them all. I don’t give a fuck if you have to ride out to visit them all, just get it done.”

2 Piece nods, quietly fuming inside. I’m sure he’s pissed he’s not tasked with riding street by street looking for someone to hurt. I wish he wasn’t dealing with this so he could appreciate getting a spot at the table with a title. This should be a time of celebrating; who knows if he even really wants it. You’d think with Avery causing him to settle down some, he’d want to move up in the ranks. Instead, we’re faced with more fucking club drama.

Twist is now in the next spot to move up and fuck knows if he could deal with it. I’m surprised he’s still alive with all the risks he likes to take. Motherfucker is pretty
twisted
up inside.

“Umm, excuse me,” Avery interrupts politely, and we all quiet, turning to her, surprised, “So are we still having the BBQ today?”

“Well shug’, do you feel up to it?”

“Yes, we got a ton of food, and I’d like to cook it. Ares, Cain, and 2 Piece deserve to celebrate their new patches, don’t y’all agree?”

Prez nods, a little taken back at her speaking up for the brothers getting patches. She just keeps fitting more and more into the club. Maybe it’s good she’s around London a lot. She’ll teach Avery what all is expected and she’ll fit perfectly amongst us. “Yep, they sure the fuck do, sugar. You got it; we can party tonight after everyone gets their shit straight.”

She smiles brightly, her face gaining some color back, and you’d never guess her life was practically threatened earlier. Avery is quickly evolving into a ride-or-die chick, and that shit makes me want her even more. God, she’s fucking beautiful. I wish I could have her; hell, I wish I could have her and 2 Piece both.

Church gets dismissed shortly after and I’m left questioning more than before. Why the fuck did Prez get antsy about hearing that the guy was talking about our club’s new VP? I know we’re close, but normally he would just roll with it; instead, he wants me to stay cooped up at the club? Something just doesn’t feel right, and I’m going to have to dig a little deeper.

Pretty much everyone is on their phones when we hit the bar. 2 Piece storms off toward his room, and both girls head to the kitchen. I’m guessing they plan to start prepping the food for tonight. I really don’t know what the fuck to do. This is a first. I’m usually busy taking care of something and making sure the guys are all checking in.

I feel virtually useless without having any tasks to complete or leading a search, and it angers me. My blood starts to boil, thinking about that asshat who threatened Avery and then threatened the club. I want to hurt anyone who dares to try any of it. Those thoughts soon evolve over to 2 Piece and him rolling his fucking eyes at me. And in the middle of fucking church of all places. It keeps replaying in my mind like a song I can’t shake, feeding into my craving to teach him a lesson.

I crack my knuckles and then my neck; I’ve had enough of his fucking attitude lately. Heading down the hallway towards his and Avery’s room, I open the door straight away, ‘cause fuck knocking at this point; I have shit to say, and he’s gonna listen.

We’ve been in this fucked up type of relationship or whatever you want to call it since last month. I’ve wanted them both from the very start, and it’s been a fuckin’ year since Avery started popping in for visits with 2 Piece.

Lily’s ears perk up when she sees me enter; she jumps up off her fluffy, tan dog bed to great me with puppy kisses. “Easy girl,” I mumble. I scratch her soft belly for a few moments as she rolls on her back on the carpet.

I hear the shower going, so I know he must be in there. His clothes are scattered everywhere, even though the rest of his room is immaculate. 2 Piece is a huge neat freak, almost to the point of OCD with some shit.

My stomach twirls inside, picturing him in the shower, completely naked. I’m fucking sick and tired of not having him. It’s time I show him I run this fuckin’ show. Peeling my clothes off and throwing them in the chair, I vibrate with need, excited to see his sexy tattooed body again.

Once I’m ready, I take a deep breath and make my way to the small bathroom. Opening the cheap contractor grade door, a burst of steam escapes around me, instantly warming my flesh. I can make out his muscular outline through the foggy shower enclosure.

After a moment, his body stiffens, probably noticing the rush of cool air. I take the first step, waiting for him to say something. When he remains silent, I move a few more steps, opening the shower door. It creaks loudly and he turns, facing me, eyes widening in alarm. His body is soapy, covered in white suds from the plain bar he holds in one of his hands. The clean smell surrounds me, and I can’t help but to get even further turned on.

“Ares? ‘Sup, brother?”

I witness his sapphire eyes scan over my naked flesh from head to toe, finally meeting my dark gaze, his expression brimming with many questions.

Good, I’m glad I caught him off guard. “I can’t control it any longer.” Licking my lips, I clench my hands into fists. “I’ve tried to stomp it down, I’ve attempted to put it off. No more. You’re fuckin’ mine 2 and I’m all outta’ waitin’ for your ass.” Gritting sternly, I step into the shower stall with him.

He shifts over a step, as my large body eats up most of the room. “What are you doing?” Mumbling, he rubs his hand over the muscles on his stomach, drawing attention to his semi-hard cock.

“You know what I’m doing,” I retort softly. “You know inside what it is that I want. You crave it, too. I can see it written all over your face each time I’m around you.” I graze his scruffy jaw, and he turns away from my touch.

“No, Ares, its fuckin’ wrong.” Shaking his head, he attempts to make excuses. “I don’t know what it is I want when we’re around each other; my thoughts are scattered. I either feel like I hate you or I want you or it just confuses the fuck outta me.” Glancing at me, he skirts over my body again, and then turns to stare out of the shower glass. “I can’t even believe you’re in here. What if Avery comes in here? Then what?”

“Don’t worry about Avery; I’ll take care of it.”

“No, I’m not fucking up the one good thing in my life.”

“2?”

“Huh?” He turns back to me, meeting my gaze.

“I ain’t fuckin’ askin’ you shit.”

He huffs and I do exactly what I came here to do. I take control. I bear it all on me, because he needs to be able to let go and blame his feelings and actions on me. I tower over him, taking notice of his stiff cock. He wants me just as fuckin’ much as I want him.

Quickly, I twist him so his back is facing me. I brace my arm across his chest like a clamp, making him unable to move his arms. If he really wanted out he could kick me or flail, but he just jerks a few times until I take his dick in my other hand. Pumping it from tip to base a few times, he stiffens up.

“What?” He stutters out surprised. “No Ares, we can’t do this.”