“Yes Angel,” Braxxon coos. She’s got him by his balls.
When the door shuts behind Winter, the look on Braxxon face goes from lovey dovey shit to the scary motherfucker that most fear.
“Angel has plans to take our family to the next level. Nothing’s detouring her; her side of the business is all legit. We do the illegal shit, but keep my baby outta it. I want her name to stay clear. So if she needs help or does something illegal, make it so that she gets no blowback. Understand?”
The room nods, as do I.
“She’s tearing down Burgers and Fries,” Hammer grumbles causing the room to erupt into an uproar of laughter.
The room settles after a few minutes and shit gets serious again.
“Travis has his eyes set on our Tatiana. Shadow caught her out to lunch with him just an hour ago. He wasn’t wearing his cut. She didn’t even know he was president of an MC. The little bastard is up to something and he’s got one of ours in his sights. Pyro sober the fuck up, get a hold of Juan, and see what you can find out. It’s time you step back into your VP shoes bro. Enough is enough. Winter was her best friend, her sister and she’s moving on protecting the ones we still have. I expect you to do the same fucking thing.”
Pyro nods and scoots the bottle of whiskey away. It’s about fucking time.
“We already own most of Jamaica, Nevada. It’s time we take the rest of it too,” Braxxon says before slamming down the gavel dismissing us.
Chapter Three
Cross POV
ZZ
The only time I wish I were the VP of Breakneck is right now. The shit Pyro is taking care of involves my daughter, and I’m stuck waiting on what he finds out from Juan. I’m in no fucking mood to play around, so when I walk into Club Sated to get my eye fuck fix, I see red when I see Mira arguing with Storm. I hate that bitch! What mother wants nothing to do with her daughter? The bitch was good for only one thing, giving me my daughter.
As I reach the heated women, I place my hand on Storm’s shoulder, and she shakes me off. Jesus!
“What’s happenin’ here?” I smirk, crossing my arms.
“Your bitch of a baby momma wants a job, and I said fuck no. I’ll discriminate all I want against a piece of shit mother,” Storm seethes.
Storm has momma issues as well, but what she says is true. Mira is a piece of shit mother. Her womb was the only good thing that came to our relationship.
“Mira… you have literally five fucking seconds before I have the bodyguards escort you out.” I stand up straight and nod. Two of the guards come strolling up. “Take this bitch and don’t let her back in.”
“Mason Allen Dillan, you can’t fucking do this! I’m the mother of your daughter,” Mira screams and I groan with her using my given name.
I strut over to where the bodyguards are doing their best at holding her back; I grab her cheeks tight enough to warn her. I’m not gonna hit the bitch, but damn if she doesn’t make me wanna go against my beliefs. Where’s Braxxon when you need him? “My given name does not come outta that nasty mouth nor does my road name,” I growl. “Get her the fuck outta here!”
“Mason. Allen. Dillan,” Storm tests my given name out slowly. “I like it.”
My pants grow tighter with her sweet voice whispering my name. I slowly turn around and walk back to her, gently grasping her cheeks and forcing her eyes to look into mine.
“Tell me yours baby,” I say seductively, my lips just a whisper away from hers.
“No,” she taunts back.
I roll my eyes. She’s always withstanding me, and I fucking hate that she’s the only female that doesn’t swoon over my tactics. I’ve never had to deal with this shit before and hell if I like it.
I let my breath roll down the side of her neck causing her to shiver. Fuck, finally some headway. I take my free hand and run it up her smooth delicate arm.
“Name sweetness?”
“Ya’ll laugh,” she says truthfully with a look in her eyes that tells me it’s just as bad as she’s making it out to be.
“I swear on my dick I won’t laugh.”
She squeaks out a small laugh before nodding. “Mom was an alcoholic and a slut; it was only fitting that she named me after her favorite beverage as well.” Storm takes a deep breath. “Apple Drye Martini,” she says quietly.
Wait. What?
“Seriously,” I say, pulling back a little.
“Yeah, funny huh?”
“Apple is a beautiful name; it’s different. But your last name is really Martini?”
“Yep,” she says, pushing away from me. “Now that you know my stupid name, I gotta get ready for a date.”
“The fuck,” I roar. She won’t fuck me, but she can go on dates? That’s messed up.
“You won’t give me the time of day, but you can go on dates? Seriously Storm,” I growl out with a little too much anger.
She starts walking away towards her office, and I follow. I’m so fucking raging mad, I can’t see straight. She has that power over me, and I can’t fuckin’ stand it.
She enters the code to the office, and it clicks open. “I told you ZZ. I’m tired of being just a piece of pussy. You should get that.”
Hell if I do. Sex is fuckin’ fantastic. Why does there have to be strings attached to it? Women are so damn complicated. Shit burns me up.
“I get that you don’t wanna be passed around darlin’. I’m just asking for some pussy. We’ll both get off; it’ll be fantastic. We both get something outta it. What’s wrong with that?”
“Everything babe,” she says kicking off her boots. What the fuck is she doing? “Randy’s nice. He’s a lawyer, and he won’t expect me to put out just because he buys me a meal.”
“A fuckin’ lawyer? You gotta be shittin’ me!”
“No, ZZ… I’m not shittin’ you. He’ll treat me good. Don’t you want that for me?” She asks staring straight into my eyes as she changes into a short black dress. If she didn’t have me captivated by her killer gaze, my eyes would be roaming every curve of her body right now.
“Wait? Did you say Randy? As in Randy Meyers, the club’s fuckin’ lawyer?”
Oh hell to the fuckin’ breakneck no!
“That’ll be that Randy,” she smirks, slipping into some fuck me red heels. I admit they make me groan almost too loudly.
Just when I’m about to tell her that shit ain’t happenin’, my prepay rings. Of all the mother of goddamn times for my phone to ring, it rings now.
“Dillan,” I growl out.
“Your daughter slipped past Rap while we were in church. I haven’t been able to locate her,” Shadow growls.
“Fuck! I’m on my way,” I say before snappin’ my phone shut. “This discussion isn’t over yet baby. I gotta locate Tatiana.”
“She just wants your attention, ZZ.”
“No. What she wants is to kill me with a motherfuckin’ heart attack. Don’t go on that date Apple or I swear I’ll rain hell fire down on you.” I point as I open the door to leave.
“I don’t do well with threats or promises M. A. S. O. N,” she spits each letter of my name out. “I’ll go, and I’ll be damned if you stop me. You think just because you’re big bad ZZ from Breakneck and that because I’m a part of Winter’s family that you can just have me do as I’m told? Well here’s a lesson for you.” She stands straight. “You don’t fuckin’ own me. You don’t possess me, and you don’t fucking treat me like one of your little muffler bunnies!”
This pretty bitch is wearing down my patience.
“Lesson for you, Miss Martini. I want your pussy so I shall have your pussy, and anything or anyone standing in my way will be taken out. Winter’s also a part of my family; therefore, you’re a part of my family. And one day very soon my face will be buried in between those beautiful thighs, tasting all those wonderful juices that you’ll be squirting out as my tongue laps you up from front to back. So don’t tell me what the fuck I’m gonna do. I already know what the fuck I’m gonna do, yeah?” And with that, I leave her standing there looking all sexy and shit, in her black dress, and fuck me heels with her mouth gaping open.
***
Storm
Jesus Christ! It’s safe to say that between my legs is dripping wet. How am I supposed to go out with Randy smelling like sex? Shit!
Randy is an amazing guy and was hesitant to ask me out because I am a part of the club’s family, but I assured him there was nothing to worry about and I fear I lied to him.
ZZ can’t expect me to wait just because he has commitment issues and just wants a piece of me before he’ll let me go. I mean that’s just ridiculous. I don’t think it’s right. He knows what I went through; he knows I was just a piece of meat to tons of guys when I was trafficked. The fact I’m moving on with my life and I refuse to be haunted by that makes me so fucking strong, but when it comes to ZZ, and all of his chocolate colored fuck me hair and his chocolate colored eyes and his beefy body, I’m weak, so fucking weak. I want him, all of him, and yet he only wants my pussy. So Randy is my safe bet. I’m young, I don’t wanna settle down. I just want to belong to one man, even if it’s not forever.
I’m completely in love with someone who doesn’t love me back and that shit sucks. When Braxxon and the rest of them found me, it was ZZ who coddled me, who made me feel alive again by just mere conversation. Actions and words are sometimes alike that way. He did nothing but he said everything. Everything that made me come alive again. Every time I think back on his words to me that day after the doc looked at me, I fall even more in love with him.
“Darlin’ you’re way too beautiful to let them take your beauty from you. What you went through was just a terribly bad fucked up dream, baby. A dream you’re gonna sweat out and forget about,” he says, while swiping my bangs away from my eyes.
“I’m not stupid you know? You guys treat women like they’re nothing too.”
“Baby… there are two different types of women. Women like the ones that hang around us just want that kinda shit we give them. They wanna be fucked and bossed around. Then there are women like you. Women who want to be owned, loved, and cherished,” he states.
“What kind of woman do you want?” I ask.
“Ah darlin, I want the kind of woman that wants the shit I give them. Women like you are way too good for the likes of me. You deserve to be protected, owned, loved, cherished, worshipped, and any other good shit you can think of. I don’t do the fallin’ in love thing, baby. I love two women. My daughter Tatiana and my ma, but being in love and letting a woman own my ass is not something I’ll allow to happen,” he says honestly.
“That’s a shame, ZZ.”
“It may be darlin’, it just may be.”
I smile as that memory fades away. He was always honest with me, and when a man tells you that you deserve all the love in the world, and it’s a man like ZZ, you tend to believe him. And I do. I believe I deserve it all. My problem is that I want that man to be ZZ. I want all the love in the world to come from him. I want to be a part of his heart.
I sigh as I pick up my handbag to head out for my date with Randy. I’m hoping that I can grow to like him more than just a friend because my love for ZZ is gonna get me nowhere.
***
Chapter Four
ZZ
Damn that daughter of mine. Where the fuck is she? Why the shit does she keep taking off? I don’t know what the hell has gotten into her. My sweet innocent Tatiana is no longer sweet; she’s a pain in my damn ass. Not to mention my shit with Storm. Hell
will
freeze over before I let any motherfucker touch her before I get to. I want her, and I always get what I want. My damn head is spinning in all kinds of fucking directions as I race down the winding road on my bike, my hands gripping the handlebars tightly.
FUCK!
I seriously need to stick my dick in a nice warm cunt.
I don’t even bother backing up my bike as I speed into the clubhouse parking lot. Ten to one, I’m getting back on my lady in a few minutes anyways. Shadow starts walking towards me as I stand up and toss my helmet onto the seat of my wife.
“Alright Shadow, start talkin’. You’ve been followin’ my baby girl around for a bit now. What’s the little shit up to now?”
I watch as he adjusts the leather black bracelet around his wrist, before lighting up his joint. He sucks in his first hit, cutting his black eyes straight at me.
“She’s in some shit, ZZ.”
I run both hands through my hair and lean against my bike, crossing my legs. “Just fuckin pull the scab off brother.”
“She’s… fuck… brother she’s pokin around in my neck of the woods.”
My entire body shoots forward as Shadow starts to back away slowly.
“No man, not me.” He says sucking in another puff.
“HOW… THE… FUCK?”
“You had me babysittin her ass. I followed her; she didn’t go in. She did however meet up with a guy in the parking lot though.” He shrugs as if this isn’t a big deal. He’s fuckin’ head over heels for my daughter, and yet here he is acting as if this isn’t a big deal. The only reason I don’t want Shadow with my daughter is because of his side lifestyle. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t give a shit. He’s a good dude, a great brother.
“How in the hell did she even discover this shit? I mean, seriously? She’s eighteen years old!”
Like I ain’t got enough shit on my plate, now I gotta worry about my daughter being someplace she shouldn’t even know about?