Forsaken Control (Oathkeepers MC) (13 page)

Biting my lip, I nod and scan over his face. I don’t want things to get awkward just because I’m not ready to talk.

Ares gets his dark jeans and socks on, tucking his handful of rings into his front pocket. He holds his black leather biker boots and his T-shirt in one hand. His body casts the perfect shadows in the dawn light, accenting and highlighting his Spartan like muscles adorning his body. He could be one of the sculptures you see in a museum somewhere, all smooth ridges and hard definition. His body may be magnificent, but I know that his heart is even greater.

“Ares,” I call, carefully climbing from bed.

“Yeah, angel?” Pausing, his eyes glaze over with heat, as he watches my bare body come closer to him.

“Ares, are we good?” I repeat his own question, placing one hand on his tattooed chest and the other on his cheek. I have to know if this is going to be an issue. If so then we need to fix it before it gets worse. I can’t handle not having him in my life like normal.

“Yeah, Avery, we’re good, angel.” He retorts sincerely and gives me a quick, chaste kiss on the lips.

I drop my hand as he pulls away. He gives me a soft, sated smile, which I answer with my own before he disappears out into the dark hallway, off to his own room, alone.

Closing the door quietly, locking it, I head to the bathroom. As much as I love Ares, I don’t want his cum dripping down my legs when I go back to sleep next to Silas. I have to talk to him and tell him that I want them both. I just pray he understands that I’m still utterly in love with him and that it won’t change, just because I need Ares, too.

THREE HOURS LATER…

I’m woken up to sloppy puppy kisses all over my face and Lily getting a mouthful of my hair, tugging until I shriek in pain. Freaking dog, she must need to go out. Peeling my tired eyes open, I glance around for 2 Piece, only he’s nowhere in the room. It’s silent, minus the dog, and smells strongly of his body spray. The guys must have had something happen for 2 Piece to not wake me up before he left the room.

Yawning, I sit up and pat Lily, while I attempt to pull on my grey yoga capris and a white tank top lying at the side of the bed. Fuck it, I’m in a biker club, no need for a bra this early. I doubt everyone will be up or here anyway. Most of the guys sleep until noon if they don’t have to work. Only a few are early risers.

“Come on, girl.” I stand, slipping my feet into my cheap plastic orange flip flops. Lily’s either starving or has to pee. I’d rather attempt the outside trip first. I’d hate to be wrong and she pees on the floor in here. 2 Piece would probably flip out and rent a shampooer, cleaning the entire room and floor for just one little spot.

I help her into her black harness that’s decorated with pink skulls and hook up the leash. We’re training her to walk with it, so we started her out at a young age.

We make our way down the long hall and trek through the bar. Halfway through the room, I overhear a conversation I never thought I’d hear in a million years. Ares and 2 Piece are whisper shouting in a heated discussion and don’t even notice us.

“Did you tell her yet?”

“No. I tried to early this mornin’, but she wasn’t ready to talk, brother.”

“I told you, Ares, I have to be honest with her. I love her ass way too fuckin’ much, man. She has to know ‘bout us, or I can’t keep doin’ it.”

“2 Piece, I told her I wanted ya’ both. Give her a little time to think it over, for fuck’s sake. Just calm your shit.”

I hurry Lily along, not wanting to hear any more of a conversation that they think is private. Clearly, it sounds like 2 Piece won’t have an issue when we
do
finally talk about it. It sounds as if we each want the same things together, but we’re afraid of what the other will say. We have to fix this and soon.

We make our way out of the enormous metal back door, where Lily usually goes to the bathroom.

I can’t believe what I just overheard. That’s freaking crazy. Ares and 2 Piece? What does that even mean? Have they been seeing each other without me? Is that what was going on in the bathroom? It hurts to know they haven’t told me about it, but I have to admit it really turned me on yesterday imagining them together like that. It would mean that I could have them both.
Fuck!

We make it out into the grassy area. Lily runs ahead, excited as usual. I’m lost in my own thoughts of how everything is going to play out or what could possibly happen. I’m caught off guard as Lily starts growling a low rumble of warning; she’s been slowly learning to growl from when she plays with the guys. Ares has been working on some sort of training methods with her when he has her, and she’s been learning all kinds of new stuff.

Her short black hair fluffs up along her spine as she starts to bark. She’s never alerted me to anything before, and I get spooked and quickly glance up. 

I’m met with the creepy green eyes from the same scary-looking man I saw at the grocery store standing about twenty feet away from me. This time, however, he’s not alone, but accompanied by another stringy-haired guy. Wearing sinister grins, they both appear extremely pleased that they’ve caught me outside alone. The only thing I can think of is to scream bloody fucking murder and hope someone hears me. My body crawls with the thoughts of what they may do to me if they catch me.

“2222222222222222222!” I bellow frantically and hastily follow up with, “Areeeeeeeeeees! Hellllp!” I wring my hands together, clenching them into tight fists as my voice hits a pitch I didn’t know it was capable of. My nails digging into my palms reminds me that my ass needs to run and get the hell away
now
.

Lily’s leash drops to the ground as my heart starts to beat wildly, full of a fresh dose of adrenaline. My sandals slide a little as I take off running, pumping my legs toward the back door as fast as I possibly can. If they want me, then they’re going to have to catch me first, and then I’ll fight them with every last breath I have in my body. Ares’ proud expression from the church meeting the other day flashes through my mind, and I promise myself that I’ll have him gaze at me like that again. I won’t give in to these rat bastards.

These men are not here to be my friend, but to hurt me…especially after London clipped the one dark-haired guy with Cain’s car. I hear Lily start snarling and barking like she’s a grown watchdog, and I’ve never been prouder. “Lily! Come!” I shout behind me as I sprint the distance back towards the club door, pumping my arms wildly. Fuck, we’re never going that far away into the yard again.

The club’s back door crashes open, making a loud clapping sound as it hits the wall behind it. Ares comes thundering through it at full speed, his powerful thighs on a mission as they pound over the ground toward me. 2 Piece and Brently hurriedly come running right behind him. Ares looks absolutely murderous when he sees the guys trying to get to me.

2 Piece has one of his Glocks out already. He quickly rushes to me, tucking me behind him. “The fuck you doin’ out here?”

“Just walking the dog,” I squeak, but he doesn’t respond. He keeps his gun trained toward Ares and Brently as they charge the two creeps. If Ares or Brently get hurt, then 2 Piece will start shooting. I’m honestly surprised he hasn’t just shot and killed both of them already.

Lily runs toward me, spooked. She freaked out when the two guys ran past her. She was still in her spot holding strong, barking her little head off; I guess until she knew we were safe.. I squat down to pick her up and wrap her in my arms as soon as she gets close enough to me.  Just a puppy and yet already standing up to protect me. What a good freaking dog. “It’s okay, Lily, you’re such a good girl.”

I watch as everything unfolds; it all happens as if in slow motion.

As soon as I heard the screech coming from out back, I knew something was off. The first thing that came to mind was that Avery was alone and unprotected.  Thank fuck it’s morning; if the music or TV had been playing, we’d have never heard her.

When I open the back door and see them, I start to run for her. The way the pup was growling and barking, I knew right away that those men intended to harm Avery.  Not the bitch I love…I don’t fucking think so.

I push my legs as hard as possible, driving them to charge at the fuck sticks, full speed. Throwing my fist out, I catch one of them in the shoulder with enough of an impact he stumbles back a few steps before regaining his balance.

The other steps towards me and I punch him directly in the throat. He keels over right as Brently catches up. The guy’s bent over, gasping for air, and Brently starts wailing all over the dude’s head and back. Fuck it, whatever works I guess.

This little slimy fuck matches the description of the white bike Twist gave me yesterday after he was able to catch the tail end on him. The guy steps toward me, and I raise my foot, sending a swift kick to the guy’s stomach.

“Who the fuck are you,” I bellow.

“Fuck you,” he spits out and comes at me again. He punches me in my stomach, but it doesn’t faze me. I’ve been doing this shit for way too long to have one hit be able to fuck me up.

“My turn motherfucker,” I growl.

Latching onto each of his ears with my hands, I bring his head to mine, head-butting him in the nose. He goes down quickly, blood oozing out of his nose, going everywhere. The moment he hits the dirt I give him a few swift, hard kicks in the ribs. It’s enough that I know a few are cracked if not broken. It’ll at least slow him down enough so that I can get him to the shed and tied up.

I’mma saw this motherfucker into tiny pieces, then feed him to the pigs at the farm. Thinkin’ he can come around here, fucking with my family, with my fucking club. No way, not fucking happening.

His gun peeks out of the back of his pants, so I swiftly snatch it up and tuck it into my own pants. Glancing over to Brently, I find that he’s kicking the other guy all to hell. The guy’s face is completely covered in blood. Hell, at this point, I don’t know if he’s even alive anymore. Brother has a lot of anger trapped inside of him after all that Twisted Snake MC bullshit went down. I still can’t get over how they carved Brently’s stomach up, threatening the club president’s son with gutting him. Fucking people never learn.

“Yo, Brently, stop brotha’ we need ‘em alive so I can fuck with ‘em for information. Gripping his arm tightly, I wrench him away from the guy on the ground. He’s unmoving, so he’s not going anywhere.  Brently turns, ready to strike at me, but I catch his arm before he can. “Pull yourself together!”

He nods, swallowing. He takes a step back and pulls on his bloody shirt in an attempt to straighten it. Yeah, like that will fix that shit. I learned many years ago to always wear black. Those white shirts are good for nothing, they just get greasy or bloody in this way of life.

Twist comes walking around the corner, eyes widening in alarm and then to excitement when he sees what’s going on.

“Twist, go get me some rope.”

“All right.” He takes off to the shed.

The guy at my feet lets loose a painful groan.

“Trust me, it may feel like it hurts now, but you ain’t got no fuckin’ idea what I plan to do to you. Just wait. You’ll learn a whole new meanin’ of pain by the time I’m done with ya.”

A COUPLE OF HOURS LATER…

Brushing a few wayward strands of hair out of my eyes, I take stock of the two pieces of shits we have tied up in the shed. They didn’t fight much. Hell, they didn’t even move much.

I rang the Prez straight away but he said Mona’s having too bad a day for him to leave her. I was surprised, since he’s been itching to hear about what these guys know and want. I’m curious myself on what they’ll have to say. I understand him putting her first though; he never used to and it’s ‘bout time he did.

“Errmmm,” The dickface guy who threatened Avery moans out.

“Shut the fuck up,” Twist snarls, popping the guy on the side of the head. He approaches the other guy that Brently was laying into, kicking at his legs. “You alive, pussy?”

The man doesn’t respond and Twist shrugs. He steps away from him and pulls out his grey case filled with his special set of knives he had tucked in his back pocket. Unrolling the convenient pouch, he selects a medium-sized, serrated blade. Inspecting the shiny blade, he nods, carefully placing the pouch on the bench nearby. The teeth on that blade would hurt like hell, doing some serious damage to its intended target.