Read Retribution: A Motorcycle Club Romance Online
Authors: Sienna Valentine
Retribution: A Motorcycle Club Romance
Copyright © 2015
Sienna Valentine
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of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to people or events, living or
dead, is purely coincidental.
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CONTENTS
Will sighed and took a quick glance under the
conference table at his watch. The voices of the other members of the MC faded
into the background of his thoughts. He just wanted this thing to be over. It
felt like the Black Dogs had been, well, chasing their tails over this same
issue for weeks now, and he was growing tired of it.
Ghost cleared his throat and began
speaking. The sound brought Will back to the present. “Look, here’s my thing.
It’s not like the cartel has a reputation for throwing fucking tea parties. If
we try to set up some UN summit instead of a ground offensive, we’re just gonna
get mowed down like a bunch of assholes.”
A few grumbles began around the huge
wooden conference table. At its head sat Henry Oliver, president of the Black
Dogs MC, who leaned back heavy in his big, comfortable leather chair with a
hand over his mouth, listening, thinking. A cigar burned, half-ignored, in a
crystal ash tray in front of him. To his right sat the vice president, Douglas
Dillon, longtime comrade and war buddy. The rest of the seats were taken by the
MC’s most trusted men—Jase Campbell, Ghost McBride, Martin Palmer, Trevor Bones,
and Will himself, the MC’s spymaster.
Usually, these types of meetings were
reserved for Mondays, after the boys’ weekend blazes left them tired and
hungover enough that sitting in an air-conditioned office chair for a few hours
seemed appealing. But Henry had called this semi-emergency meeting on a Friday
evening, and everyone stirred in their chairs, antsy. Everyone had places they
wanted to be instead. But things had begun to stir in LeBeau.
“He’s not wrong,” said Jase. “We’ve heard
some upsetting reports from the southern part of the state where the cartels
have a better handle on the territory, and it’s not a pretty picture.”
Murders, assaults, arson, robberies…
they had all heard the reports. The cartel had come in hard and fast in the big
cities in the south. The first calls from shopkeepers getting hassled in LeBeau
was what had prompted Henry to make the issue a priority—it seemed to be the
first rumblings of a bigger problem. Already, there had been some minor
violence against businesses that seemed to have been strategically chosen,
stretched along a few of the lesser-traveled highways that ran through the
towns of the mountain pass.
Henry raised a palm. “I know we’re
all troubled by what’s happening, and Douglas has already reached out to the
affected businesses to offer some support. But this is a delicate situation.
The cartel is expanding. Now, we can present ourselves as enemies, or we can be
allies.”
Douglas added, “We might be able to
keep them out of the corridor, if we banded together all our allies and called
in most of our favors. Truth is, they’re bigger than we are. We would have to
be ready for potentially heavy casualties.”
Will shook his head and dropped a
finger on the table. “I’m not okay with that, and you know I haven’t been okay
with it since this first became an issue.”
“None of us
want
casualties,
man,” said Ghost from down the table. “Fuck, none of us want the cartel here in
the first place. But they’re escalating, and we’re just sitting here with our
dicks in our hands.”
“I understand the issue,” said Will,
leaning back in his chair. “But I don’t see how adding more bullets to a
firefight is going to end it.”
“It ends if those bullets hit their
targets,” said Jase, pointing to Will from directly across the table.
Will gave him a sour look. “And what
if they don’t?” The table was silent so he pressed on with his point, the same
one he felt like he’d been arguing for weeks now. “If the cartel wanted to come
in hard and give us no choice but to fold, they could have done it. Instead,
it’s like they’re flirting with us. They’ve caused enough of a rumble to get
our attention without killing anyone or drawing down the Feds. This is them
giving us a chance to make a deal.”
“Or they’re just being smart about
their resources,” said Ghost sardonically. He always got this heavy-browed,
dark look when he disagreed with Will, and it was there in plain view now. At
least the man was easy to read.
Will shook his head. “I’m with Henry
on this, still. We have a chance to make a deal that will keep things steady
around here, maybe even benefit the MC in some way. We’d be idiots not to take
it.”
Around the table, a few men groaned,
including Jase and Ghost. Sometimes, Will couldn’t help but feel like the odd
man out in the MC, even though he knew damn well he belonged—no, thrived—within
its ranks. He found himself thinking of his grandfather, a commander during
World War II, wishing he had survived into the present to give Will his wisdom
at times like these. But Will was smart enough to know that even soldiers
differed from each other. Of course Jase and Ghost wanted to go in blazing;
what was the type of men they were. Will knew there were other paths to
consider. He was the quiet assassin to their front line cavalry. He held fast
against their disagreement.
Henry sat up in his chair and took
hold of his gavel. He leaned his thick arms on the table. “All those in favor
of arranging a diplomatic meeting with the cartel?”
Will raised his hand. So did Henry,
Douglas, Martin, and
Bones
. As they looked
around the table, the remaining men who disagreed shook their heads or sighed
in defeat. Diplomacy had the vote.
Henry banged his gavel once on the
shiny wooden table. “There it is. We’ll take the weekend and come back to this
Monday morning. In the meantime, keep me notified of any developments.”
The room filled with the sounds of
chairs rolling and men grumbling, leather cuts shifting against chain wallets
and weapon holsters. Will stood up and looked at Jase staring at him from
across the table, stern but not angry.
“When are your balls gonna drop,
man?” said Jase as he walked around in slow procession behind the others headed
for the door. “You never vote for a fight.”
“And you never vote for diplomacy,”
said Will with a laugh, landing a punch on Jase’s thick left arm when he
approached. “If you’re going to be the trigger-happy one around here, someone
else has to be the sane one.”
“I do
not
want that job!” said
Ghost loudly from behind them.
Will shook his head, laughing, and
walked next to Jase as they made their way down the stairs and into the
clubhouse den. Already, men posted up at the bar and cracked open beers, while
others bee-lined out the door and to their bikes outside. “You’d think after
all this time I would have taught you that there is more than one way to
destroy an enemy, Jase.”
“Oh, do enlighten me, Sun Tzu.”
“If they’re our allies, they can’t be
our enemies. That destroys them as effectively as bullets,” said Will.
“Ooh, that’s good—did you come up
with that?”
Will smirked and shook his head.
“Copyright Abraham Lincoln.”
“Fucking nerd.” Jase fell silent a
moment as they walked up to the bar. “Ah! Counterpoint: allies can betray you.”
“
Only
allies can betray you,”
said Ghost as he pushed in between them, leaned over the bar until one of his
feet was off the floor, and pulled back up with three bottles of beer. He
opened them roughly on the side of the bar with his hand and offered one to
Will and Jase each.
“Now
that’s
good,” said Jase
as he clinked his beer bottle against Ghost’s.
“Copyright Ghost McBride into
eternity,” said Ghost.
Will rolled his eyes and took a few
hearty swigs of beer. As Jase and Ghost changed the subject, he set his
half-finished beer on the bar and took a quick visit to the restroom. When he
came back out, he found an empty den with sounds of laughter coming from the
open door leading out to the rear yard of the clubhouse.
“Hey there, baby.” The feminine voice
came from behind him, heavy with insinuation. Will felt small hands caress
around his waist, one running under his cut to rub his muscular chest, the
other wandering south, diving into the waistband of his jeans without
hesitation. “Running off so soon? I waited for you.”
Will moaned as she pressed her ample
tits against his back. His cock began to harden at the approach of her soft
fingers. “Did you now?”
She made a soft moaning sound in
return. Will pulled her hand out of his jeans so he could turn around to face
her. One of the house mouses, Tracy, stood before him with a seductive grin.
With her blonde hair pulled up in a messy pile on top of her head, there was
nothing obstructing his view of her thin, tanned frame, or the enhanced
cleavage staring at him from her very low-cut black top. She leaned in and
kissed him, sucking his lip into her mouth gently. Her hand rubbed his cock
boldly outside his jeans, hardening him to steel in just a few seconds.
“C’mon, I need it,” she murmured into
his mouth. Will kissed her back with heated lips and pushed her against the
wall, grinding up against her as she threw her arms around his neck and wrapped
one leg around his waist. He rubbed his hands up and down her bare, toned
thighs, almost fully exposed by the insanely short shorts she wore.
“Tell me again,” he said, his voice
heavy with lust. He leaned down and kissed her forcefully, running a firm hand
to grope her breasts over her shirt. Tracy whimpered, leaning her head back
against the wall.
“I
need it
….” She begged,
digging her nails into his neck.
Will lifted the petite blonde off her
feet, holding her against him as he pushed them both into the closest bedroom.
He kicked the door shut behind him without moving his mouth from where it was
planted on Tracy’s neck, sucking and biting as she writhed against him. He
threw her across the bed.
“Get your pants off,” he growled as
he fumbled at his own belt buckle. Will soaked in the sight of her disrobing,
and moaned when she stuck her fingers down her black silk panties and ran them
over her clit, waiting for him.
Will stripped off his clothes and
leaned over her to take one of her taut nipples into his mouth. He twirled his
tongue over it until Tracy squealed beneath him, his hand firmly kneading the
other. He moaned as he sucked on her tit, grinding his hard cock against the
wet silk of her panties.
Tracy whimpered when Will released
her breast from his mouth and moved up the bed to kneel next to her face. “Suck
me,” he said, moving his cock to her lips and putting one of his hands in her
blonde hair.
The sexy club mouse didn’t hesitate
to pull his cock into her mouth and start sucking generously, moaning as she
rubbed her tongue in swirling motions around his sensitive head. Will kept one
hand in her hair as he bucked his hips toward her mouth, fucking her face. His
other trailed down her naked body and into her panties. When he felt how wet
she was, he moaned and gripped her hair tighter. Without warning, he pushed two
fingers deep inside her pussy. Tracy cried out around his cock while he
finger-fucked her with slow, deep strokes.
He didn’t let his cock leave her
mouth until he felt himself getting dangerously close to orgasm, but he wasn’t
done with her yet. After one last push deep into her throat, Will pulled all
the way out, leaving a trail of her saliva along her face and lips with the
head of his cock. Tracy gasped for breath and snaked her tongue out to keep
licking him as she squirmed under the pressure from his fingers.
Will pulled his soaked fingers out
from inside her and stood up to get a condom from the nightstand, then slid on
top of Tracy and kissed her hungrily.
He pushed her legs apart and settled
between them before he ran a firm palm over her hot pussy, rubbing
rhythmically. Tracy moaned into his mouth, gasping at his touch, her hips
lifting up to meet his hand. With a casual swipe, Will pushed her panties aside
with his fingers and smiled as the wet warmth of her excitement washed over his
hand again. Guiding his hard cock to her entrance, he slipped inside of her, and
in a single stroke, thrust its entirety deep into her. Tracy screamed in
pleasure, her fingernails biting into his neck and shoulders as he fucked her.