Seize Me (22 page)

“I thought you wanted it slow,” he croaks.

“I’ve changed my mind.” I pant as I start bouncing harder. “I just need you.”

Braxxon’s hands come straight to my ass as he rolls us to our sides. His forehead pressing against mine as he rhythmically pounds into me. I reach behind me and in between my legs where his balls are quickly slapping against my flesh and I grip them lightly.

“Oh fuck… baby, you can’t do that,” he growls, his forehead is still against mine.

I give another squeeze, and he speeds up his pace even more. I start rotating them in the palm of my hand.

One of his hands leaves my ass and I almost protest, but stop as his fingers find and work my clit into a frenzy.

“Oh god,” I cry out as my body starts to quiver.

“That’s it baby. Soak my cock in your pussy juices.”

Oh, shit. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” I moan out as my body heats all over and my eyes threaten to roll to the back of my head. I grip his balls tighter as his fingers pinch my clit and we’re both shouting out our release.

My god that was amazing. We’re both panting and with each one of Braxxon’s pants, his flaccid cock tickles the inside of my core. My CD stops and I giggle.

“I totally couldn’t hear the music playing.”

Braxxon’s gray eyes smile at me as he brings his lips to mine. It’s a slow kiss, nothing with tongue, but with his lips just resting against mine. I bring out my tongue and flick the chain on his piercings with it causing him to chuckle.

“I need sleep. Your pussy wears me out,” he says against my lips and tongue. “Time to cuddle, Angel.”

I say nothing as he reaches for the sheet covering us up. Once again, he wants to sleep buried deep inside me. When he’s satisfied with the sheet placement, he wraps his arms around me and intertwines our feet together.

“Night baby,” he quietly says into my ear.

“Night Brax.”

“Wake the fuck up, Prez!” Someone is shouting.

Braxxon and I sit up fast. ZZ is going through Braxxon’s drawers, snagging out clothes and tossing them onto the bed.

“Snake shot up my fucking parents’ house. My pop was shot!”

“Tatiana,” I cry out.

“No, she’s with Lana. She wanted to help her unpack and take care of Pyro. Thank fucking shit!”

“Fuck man… just go; I’ll get the brothers.” Braxxon jumps up totally naked.

ZZ says nothing as he bounds outta the room and down the steps. I can’t believe someone was stupid enough to shoot Phil.

“Every time we have sex something bad happens,” I whisper. “I need to go. Berry will need someone.”

“Hurry and get dressed then, Angel. I gotta wake up the brothers,” he says toeing his boots. “And grab your fucking gun. I don’t need to tell you what this means.”

No he doesn’t. It’s not going to be quiet anymore. Shit is going to be ten times worse. Snake went after the club’s family members. What we did was payback for the shit that happened to me, and now this is just the blowback from it. I dig around for some of my sweats and a tee shirt. Once I get them on, I grab my shoulder gun holster and slip it on. I get my gun out and slide it in the holster, checking the safety first. I find my shoes and hop towards the bedroom door trying to get them on. I’m barely down the steps and outta the clubhouse before bikes start taking off. I run towards Braxxon, and he hands me a helmet.

“Seriously? You wanna waste time with a fucking helmet?”

“Put the fucker on, Angel.”

Okay then. I throw the helmet on top of my head before climbing on the back of his bike. It takes him no time to throttle her into gear and take off outta the compound. I’ve never ridden a bike going this fast before but I can understand the hurry. I don’t think any of us are prepared for what we see when we pull up to Berry’s and Phil’s house. Berry is hysterically crying in ZZ’s arms as a stretcher with a body on it rolls away and we all know that it’s Phil. I jump off the bike and run towards Berry. I reach her and gently coax her away from ZZ, who is standing there in shock.

“ZZ,” I whisper. “Go talk with Brax.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“He killed him.” Berry sobs in my arms. This feeling of hers is something I’ve experienced before. Seeing someone you love killed, murdered right before your eyes. Sniper walks up and hands me a set of keys.

“Take her back to the clubhouse. These are her keys to her Lincoln.” With that, he’s gone. I start moving her towards the silver Lincoln Navigator. I hit the unlock button on the alarm pad hanging from the keys, open the passenger door and help her in the SUV. As soon as she’s in the seat, I help buckle her belt before closing the door.

“Angel,” Braxxon says walking up towards me. “Shadow is going to follow you. Don’t stop for no one, do you hear me? Keep that gun on you. Do not take it off.”

“I understand Brax. I’ll be okay,” I assure him.

“I know,” he sighs running a hand through his hair. “Get her back to the club and just be careful. I gotta get back to this shit. Fuck,” he roars walking away.

“C’mon Winter. It’s not safe outside right now,” Shadow says behind me and I whirl around. Jesus and I wonder where he got his fucking name!

“Shadow.” I scowl.

“Ma’am.” He just grins.

“I’m not a ma’am. I’m only a year older than you!”

“Okay Winter… how about this… you get your pretty ass into the Navigator so that my Prez doesn’t have my balls, yeah?”

“Thank you,” I say opening the passenger door and climb in.

Once in, I put the keys in the ignition and start the vehicle up. I look over at Berry who is silently sobbing against the window. She looks so much older right now. No words will make this woman feel better. I know that. It’s best to ride back to the clubhouse in silence. I keep an eye on Shadow following behind us on his bike as we make our way back. Last thing we need is to be stopped by one of Snake’s fucktards or to be followed with only Shadow to help us.

I pull the Navigator straight up to the clubhouse doors, and Shadow is at Berry’s door in an instant helping her down.

“Take her to Phil’s room and give her this,” Shadow says passing Berry’s body to me and handing me a small pill. “It’ll knock her out.”

The prospects see us coming, and help me with her. They lead her straight into Phil’s apartment; I grab a bottle of water and trail behind them. The prospects excuse themselves, leaving me alone with a weeping Berry. I twist the cap off the bottle of water and sit down next to her. I open the palm of my other hand revealing a small pill. She takes the pill along with the bottle of water from my other hand.

She lays down after handing the drink back to me. I sit and wait for her to sob herself to sleep or for the pill to knock her out. I’m shocked at how quickly it works. When she’s lightly snoring, I slip outta her room and to the bar where Shadow and the prospects are sitting.

“What the hell was that?” I ask.

“Something very strong,” Shadow says.

“I figured that part,” I smart back as I grab a bottle of whiskey, twist the top of and down a gulp. Shadow reaches for it and does the same. The prospects sit quietly, no doubt waiting for orders of some sort.

The clubhouse door flies open hitting the wall signaling that someone has entered and Shadow doesn’t move so I assume he knows who it is.

Tatiana, Lana, and Pyro come straight in.

“Where is she?” Tatiana cries. I nod my head towards the hall, and she runs in that direction.

“This shit is fucking insane! I can’t believe this is our life now,” Lana cries as Pyro leads her away and down the hall.

“Fuck,” I whisper and yank the bottle away from Shadow when I see Rockette walk in the door. I point in the direction of where Berry and Tatiana are and she nods silent thanks as she wipes tears from her eyes. I look over at Shadow and the prospects and ask. “You guys don’t have any family to notify to get to safety do you?”

The prospects nod no and Shadow just stares me down.

“This is my family,” he says simply before standing up to look at something on the monitor behind me. I turn and peer up at it to see the guys pulling back in.

“Here we go,” I murmur.

I’m sitting on the back of Braxxon’s bike as we all ride to the cemetery. Charters from all over are here, and the funeral was beautiful. Berry hasn’t said one word to anyone since three nights ago when I brought her back to the clubhouse. Braxxon and ZZ planned everything and the prospects made hundreds of calls out, letting the other charters know about the murder of an original member. To say we all loved this man would be an understatement. There are literally hundreds of us escorting him to his final resting place. Braxxon and I are riding right behind ZZ on his bike, who is riding behind the limo with Tatiana and Berry inside. All I know is the club is back on lockdown, and there is no way anyone is getting in or out of there without someone noticing. Braxxon and the brothers have already started retaliation. They are slowly breaking down all of Snake’s connections and it worries me being out in the public like this where something can go wrong and ruin Phil’s funeral.

As we park in a line, throttle down, and make our way to his plot, I realize Snake would have to be an idiot to start something with hundreds of Breakneck charter members around today. Braxxon sits me down in a chair and stands beside me. The rest of the guys do the same with the ol’ ladies and daughters. After the preacher says his prayers and before we lower Phil’s casket into the ground, the bikers put a Breakneck flag across the top of it. The broken-necked skeleton flag is secure, they start lowering the casket down. Once it stops, we ladies pick up our roses and toss them down. ZZ, Tatiana, and Berry stay behind, and we give them their privacy. Braxxon gives orders for two of the other charters to hold back and escort the family home, but to give them enough privacy while keeping them safe. This day is sad enough with it being Tatiana’s eighteenth birthday.

“I said I don’t give a fuck how much the shit costs! Take that fucking pipeline too,” I roar into the prepay. It’s been two fucking weeks since Phil’s murder and what a long two weeks. I’ve taken over fifteen of Snake’s connections and have sold them to Petra. I’m breaking that bastard down to try to draw him outta hiding. The little pussy bitch can rape girls and kill sleeping men, but he doesn’t have the balls to fucking show himself. I throw my prepay onto the chapel table as Winter peeks into the room.