The Outlaw's Obsession (15 page)

Sonya looked away right when she saw DeDe fly backward and slam against the wall from the gunshot. Sonya stumbled back, and when the back of her legs hit the cot she sat down. She was down here, away from all of the violence, but there was no stopping Trick until he got what he wanted. And anyone that stood in his way would end up dead. Trick started making his way down the first hallway, checking the rooms, and then he finally stopped in front of the room where she was below. Stinger was on the other side of the door, his gun in his hand, and a cigarette hanging from between his lip. He lit the end as if there wasn’t some psycho path waiting to burst through the door. Stinger seemed so calm and collected.

The two screens were side-by-side, and she could see Trick on one and Stinger on the other. Trick started saying something, and then lifted his gun and started shooting through the door, but Stinger was already away from the gunfire and pressed against one of the walls. When Trick kicked the door open, Stinger shot, and a bullet went through Trick’s leg. He buckled forward but righted himself and pointed the gun at Stinger. She didn’t know how far away Jagger and the other guys were, but there had been enough bloodshed to last ten lifespans. While she was safe down below, everyone up above was being killed because of her.

“Please hurry, Jagger.” Tears fell down her cheeks, and she didn’t bother wiping them away.

****

Jagger pulled his Harley into the Grizzly MC lot and parked right in front of the clubhouse. He was off his bike, had his gun in his hand, and was moving stealthily toward the front door before his men were even all behind him. The roar of the bikes would have alerted anyone inside to their presence, so they needed to take extra precautions. He stopped and looked over his shoulder at Drevin. “Go to the garage and make sure everyone is okay in there.”

Drevin nodded and made his way around the back of the clubhouse.

Jagger’s heart was beating fast, and his blood pumping through his veins, making his muscles thicker, bigger, and getting him ready for the fight of his fucking life. There were a few prospects in the garage looking after the women and children, but he wanted a patched in member to check them out, and make sure they were all in one piece.

The front door was busted open, and the main window was nothing but a gaping hole in the side of the building with shards of glass sticking out. He made his way inside, stepping over broken glass and scanning the area. Dallas, Court, Diesel, and Brick were all behind him and moving just as stealthily. He instantly smelled blood and saw DeDe slumped against the wall with a gaping bullet hole in her belly. The prospect was dead as well, but it was either from the gunshot wound in his chest, or the massive hole on the side of his head from a piece of debris.

Bill-O was on the couch, and Jagger quickly moved toward him. He let out a breath of relief when he checked his pulse and found it. The old bastard was just unconscious. Dallas and Court moved up behind him, and Jagger didn’t need to tell them to get the old man out of the clubhouse. He motioned for Brick and Diesel to follow him. The three of them moved down that hallway silently. Inhaling deeply, he followed the scent of Trick and the smell of Stinger’s spilled blood. It took him to the office where the panic room was. The door was open and hanging on its hinges. Trick was sitting in a chair behind the desk. The automatic rifle sat on his lap, and a sick grin covered his face. The sound of Brick and Diesel cocking their guns right behind him didn’t have Jagger’s concentration fading from Trick. He could see out of the corner of his eye that Stinger was against the corner of the room and on the floor. But Jagger wasn’t about to turn his focus away from the bastard in front of him. But he did smell Stinger’s blood, and knew he had been shot. He was still alive, but barely.

“I wondered how long it would take you to get here. Call the fucking guard dogs off, and you and I can talk about this President-to-President.” Jagger didn’t move, but when Trick grabbed his gun and pointed it at Stinger, Jagger lifted his hand for Brick and Diesel to put their weapons down. Trick grinned when Jagger told his men that he had this. He was not going to let anyone else die at the hands of this maniac.

“Let my guys take Stinger out of here, and you and I can deal with this as males.”

Trick chuckled and shook his head. “Fuck no. Tell those assholes to leave us alone.”

Jagger didn’t want Stinger in here when he needed medical help, but he also knew that although they outnumbered Trick, this guy was one fucked-up sociopath. Jagger waved his men back, and neither spoke until he sensed his men were down the hallway. But they were still on alert, and he knew if he needed them they would be there in an instant.

“All right, it’s just you and I.”

Trick was still grinning, but didn’t respond.

“There is only one way this is going to end, and that is you dead at my feet.” Jagger growled out the words.

“You know, you kill my men, take what’s mine, and have the balls to keep her here like she’s yours.” Trick pointed the gun at the ground and let off several shots.

“Stay the fuck back,” Jagger yelled out when he sensed his guys moving toward them form the hallway.

 
“That stupid club whore of yours betrayed you, man, but hey, her pussy was tight enough so it wasn’t all a loss.” Jagger didn’t move, but he knew Sonya was safe right below him in the panic room. “But Sonya is
my
property, and no one will have her but
me
,” Trick growled out and was out of the chair in a matter of seconds. He charged forward, but Jagger was ready for him.

They clashed together, and Jagger raised his gun in the shuffle and aimed it between their bodies. He got a shot off, heard Trick grunt, and smelled his blood. He roared out and heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming forward. Jagger yelled out for his men to stand down. This was between him and Trick, and Jagger was the one that was going to end his life for everything he had done to his club, his men, and his female.

 
Trick slammed the butt of his gun against the side of Jagger’s face, but he let his bear rise up and threw his arm out, slamming it into Trick’s gut. Trick stumbled
back,
not seeming affected by the hit, and raised the gun at Jagger. But Jagger was prepared and fell to the ground as Trick started firing. The sound of his men doing the same at least brought a little bit of peace to his mind. Jagger rose up slightly and aimed his gun right at Trick’s head. He had wanted to do this slow and cause a lot of pain, but it just needed to be over with.

Trick screamed out in rage, but Jagger was pulling the trigger again. Satisfaction filled him as he watched the bullet tear through Trick’s right eye. The gun slipped from Trick’s grasp, and he fell backward. The scent of his life fading filled the air in a nasty, sour stench. Jagger stood, and his men moved up behind him.

“Brick.”
Jagger called out to his Sergeant at Arms. When Brick was right beside him he unsheathed the knife strapped at his waist and handed it to the other male. He saw the sadistic smile on Brick’s face, and although Trick was already dead, this would still bring pleasure to Brick.

 
His right hand man knelt beside the wolverine’s dead body and lifted his hand. He slowly brought the knife down across Trick’s face, but that wasn’t nearly enough for Brick. He started really tearing into the bastard, carving him up like a fucking Halloween pumpkin. Jagger turned away and moved toward the panic room.

“Baby, open the door for me.” Jagger spoke to himself, because there was no way for her to hear him. She clearly wouldn’t know how to activate the sound from the inside. He was on his knees by the entrance of the safe room and waited for agonizing seconds for her to open for him. The code to get out was by the inner keypad, and she had to be the one to unlock it. But finally the door popped open, and Sonya stared up at him with tears streaming down her face. “Come here, baby.”

She all but launched herself into his arms and started crying. “He killed DeDe and the prospect, and—” She lifted her head and looked at Stinger, but Court was already looking him over.

“Stinger will be okay.” At least he hoped he would be. They’d have to get him to the doctor that helped out the MC behind closed doors. “DeDe was helping Trick, trying to get you out of here, baby. She got what was coming to her for betraying us.” Jagger didn’t want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t gotten to her in time, and she hadn’t been able to get in that safe room. All he wanted was to get Sonya out of this carnage. He picked her up and ignored her protest that she could walk. “You’re still trying to be strong, baby.” He smiled, and it was genuine. He kept moving until he was out of the clubhouse and had her seated on his bike. Jagger took a step back, kept hold of her hands in his, and stared at her. She lifted her hand and brushed her finger along his eyebrow. It stung, and he knew there would be a nasty fucking bruise from when Trick had knocked him in the face with his gun, but none of that mattered. “You’re okay?” He cupped both sides of her neck and leaned into her to rest his forehead against hers.

“I’m fine, Jagger.
Scared, but okay.
The women and children are okay?”

He nodded but stayed close to her. Drevin had texted him as he was leading her out and said things were good.

“You got here fast,” she said softly.

He breathed out and closed his eyes. “I broke a hell of a lot of speeding laws, nearly took out a guy walking across the street, but all I could think about was getting to you.” He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in even closer. “Fuck, Sonya, all I could think about was what would happen if I didn’t get here—”

“
Shh
, I’m fine, but this is
all my
fault.”

He was shaking his head before she finished.
“No, baby.
This altercation with Trick was a long time in coming, and anyways, there is nothing I wouldn’t do to make sure you or anyone else in this club is safe.” He tilted her head to the side and kissed her. “Everything will be okay, baby,” he murmured against her mouth. Jagger would make sure that it always stayed that way. “You’re my female, Sonya, my old lady.” It wasn’t a question.

She leaned back and looked at him.

 
“You own me, Sonya, own every fucking part of
me,
and that will never change.” He stared into her eyes, and they were so much brighter in the sunlight.

“I want to be all of that and more, Jagger.” The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, and soon the place would be swarming with authorities due to the gunshots. There were also two dead prospects by the entrance, but one of his guys had moved them to the grassy part of the lot and placed a blanket over them. This life was fierce and dangerous, and it made loving someone all the riskier.

He held her again, and at that moment he didn’t think about the death that surrounded them, but the life that he held.

****

One week later

Jagger ran his tongue along the space between Sonya’s
ass
and licked at her asshole. She tasted so damn sweet, with a hint of saltiness because of the sex-marathon they had done. He had already been about to come when she sucked his dick, but he was holding off until he was buried in the part of her body that he was licking and sucking at furiously. Jagger pulled back and grabbed the lube and condom that he had set beside him. Once his cock was covered in the latex, he applied a generous about of lube to his shaft and to the space between her ass cheeks.

Sonya looked over her shoulder at him, and the hazy, post-climatic glow that covered her had his dick jerking in response. “I’m a little nervous.”

Although this wasn’t the first time she had done anal, it was the first time she was consenting to it. She found that although she had experienced all of these things, doing them with Jagger, and actually wanting to, was like the first time. He smoothed a hand down her back and over the mounds of her bottom. “It’ll be okay, baby, but we don’t have to do this if you don’t want.”

She shook her head. “I said I was nervous, not that I didn’t want to do it.” She grinned, but it was a sexy soft kind of one, and his heart slammed against his chest in response.

Jagger looked down at her ass, took a cheek in each hand, and spread her wide. He had an unobstructed view of her pussy and her anus, and hell, was that a sexy as fuck sight. He let go of one cheek and grabbed the root of his dick to place it at her entrance. Slowly he started to push inside of her. More sweat lined his body at the tight, scorching hot feel of her ass clenching around his penetration. When he was past the tight ring of muscle, he slid in all the way easily. He grunted in pleasure at the feeling, and she moaned.