Firetrap: The Soul Scorchers MC (The Scorched Souls Serial-series Book 1) (9 page)

So much for my theory of something darker and deeper; we were going to war. The vote tomorrow would be just a formality.

Still, even with the glaring evidence, something didn’t sit right with me.

The Hells Guardians weren’t idiots, or amateurs. They were savvy and experienced criminals who had years of experience flying under law enforcement’s radar. Like us, they weren’t prone to risky acts of violence that brought unwanted attention to their dealings. An incident like this would trigger a full scale investigation, something neither organization needed.

I shook my head and focused on the chaos around me, saving my questions for later.

Conner caught my gaze and approached. “Fire just seems to follow you around, Richards, doesn’t it?”

I took a step closer, daring him to make an outright accusation. Bones appeared at my side

“I’m not sure I like what you’re implying about my son. You have something you wanna say, be direct. Passive aggressive bullshit is for men who don’t have the balls to say what needs to be said,” Bones challenged. He rested a hand on my shoulder, signaling me to stay calm.
Now wasn’t the time.

“You want direct; I’ll give you direct. Our normally quiet area has had a string of fires. Three fires were in Seal’s Cove, and all three resulted in fatalities. One involved Boone's former wife, the other, the mayor’s wife, and as you’re well aware, the most recent incident destroyed my fiancé’s new home, killing her employees. Olympia and her father are still missing, and we have no leads.

Now, one of your dancers is killed in another arson-event, by your sworn enemies, at a Soul Scorchers’ owned and operated place of business. Is that direct enough for you?”

My lip cured up in what was sure to be an ugly sneer. I’d never wanted to take someone out as much as I did Conner Mills.

Bones laughed. “So this is all on Boone? Ever think it might be some type of revenge against our trusted mayor’s family, or our town? You’ve got nothing. Like you said, no leads.”

“Maybe not yet, but I’m getting closer. Olympia complained about Boone just hours before the fire.” Conner shot me a look that said he’d like to hurt me too. “You’d been coming on to her when you should have been working. When she told you she wasn’t interested, you left her bathroom trashed. Sounds like motive to me.”

I lunged, grabbing the neck of Conner’s shirt and pulling his nose to mine. “You sick motherfucker. Your future wife is missing and you’re jealous.
That
sounds like motive to me.”

Leg , Wolf and my dad, pulled me away from Conner. For the first time, he had sense enough to look scared.

Chief Wells walked up with two of his deputies. “Everything okay here? You want to press charges?” he asked Conner.

“No. He’ll be behind bars soon enough. When he is, it will be for good.” The prick straightened his shirt.

Growling, I made another attempt to strangle him. Wolf and Leg struggled to hold me back.

“Not here!” my dad ordered. “Stand down! Go home. We’ll deal with this.” He was talking to me as my president, not my father.

I shrugged off Wolf and Leg, and gave Conner a scathing look. I snarled, baring my teeth like an animal. Given the opportunity, I would tear the ATF agent apart with my bare hands. I’d been the uncontested champion in our underground fighting matches for two years running; only recently “retiring” from the whole fight scene.

The way I felt right now, I needed to get back in the ring and work off my rage, before I did something that actually landed me in prison.

“Go,” Bones pressed, understanding that the thin line that kept me from doing serious damage, was at the breaking point. “Now.”

I realized then I was still glued to the same spot, my breathing ragged and my fists clenched. With great effort, I mustered every last bit of self-control I possessed and forced my feet to move away from the scene.

When I finally climbed on my bike, the only thing on my mind was whose pussy I’d punish. Some whore was getting cuffed, whipped, and pounded in the ass, pussy, and mouth. I needed to be in control. I needed a release.

Olympia Olsen was damn lucky I considered her off the menu, because I wanted to turn that crazy bitch over my lap and spank her bare ass until it burned. She’d stirred up this shit with Conner Mills, telling him I was pursuing her that day. The same day she’d referred to me as a thug, loser, and ‘the help’
.
The day she’d flashed her ass and flirted with me.

What the fuck?

According to Conner's retelling of that day, I was just some schmuck who had begged to get in her panties, only to be rejected and later retaliate by leaving a mess, and ultimately torching her house.

Okay, so maybe I’d skipped doing clean up in her bathroom, over her less than positive comments, but she’d been the one inviting me to swim and eat lunch with her, not the other way around.

The bottom line was; no matter what feelings she’d generated in me this past week, I’d be wise to remember she was the enemy.

Sally wasn’t real.

Olympia Olsen was, and her chore list had just doubled. I’d make sure her first lockdown experience was one she’d never forget.

Now, if I could just forget the way her soft, full lips had felt pressed against mine, everything would be that much easier.

In my case, nothing ever seemed to come easy.

Olympia

Not sure what to do with myself after Boone's departure; I grabbed a rag off the bar and cleaned the tables. I helped make drinks alongside Tinker and Tweaker, when they looked overwhelmed, and stayed busy with other minor tasks to keep my fear at bay. I wasn’t just afraid for myself. My panic extended to Boone and my kids too. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t remember them, I already cared, more than I'd expected to, without memories.

The main room’s atmosphere was one of barely contained chaos, as more people, mostly women and children, found their way to the club for the imposed lockdown. Everyone was tense, which increased my anxiety.

Grinch approached, his face a mask of anger. I was already learning that angry was his go-to expression, and not to take it personally.

“The boys are downstairs with the other kids. You might wanna go check on JV. He’s pretty shook up. He hates lockdowns. I’ve gotta help with security up here.” He pointed the way to the mysterious underground compound that Harmony had mentioned.

In a side office, the carpeting had been pulled back from the wall, revealing a square hole in the ground, with metal stairs leading down. Two bikers, guns in hand, guarded the entrance. One nodded, and I took that as an indication they wouldn’t shoot me.

“Careful, steps are steep,” the other said as I made my way down.

When I reached the bottom, I’d entered a whole new world. An open room, far larger than the main room upstairs, was filled with couches, chairs, tables, and there were several TV’s blaring, and music playing. Two hallways branched off, and there was a commercial kitchen at the far end of the room. The set up reminded me of a school cafeteria converted for comfort.

The woman who’d glared at me earlier headed over, her gait steady even with the five-inch heels she wore with her barely-there skirt.

This time she smiled. “Hey, sorry about earlier. I was in a bad mood. Thanks for asking about us. Just because we provide entertainment for the guys doesn’t mean we’re not human.” She stuck out her hand. “I’m Twila. I’m sure you’ve heard the labels; club whore, sweet butt pussy, hang-around, biker groupie.”

I didn’t know what to say.

Seeming to sense my discomfort, she changed subjects. “Pretty cool down here, huh? This place was an old bomb shelter that the club expanded to suit their needs. It’s one of their best kept secrets. Completely soundproof, fireproof, and a bunch of other proofs. We’ll be safe here.”

I was tempted to ask why she was under protection if she was “just a whore.” But the answer was obvious. Single men, locked up, would want, as she put it,
entertainment
. I shivered at the thought.
Would Boone want
entertainment
?

Thankfully, our conversation was cut short by JV. “Mom!” He wrapped his slender arms around my hips. “I missed you.”

Twila gave me a funny look and a half smile, half smirk, before turning away.

“I don’t like her,” JV said to her retreating form, surprising me. My youngest son didn’t seem like the type to not like someone.

I squatted down, so I was at eye level. “Why not, sweetie?”

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to tell you.” His gaze darted around the room.

“Honey, you can tell me anything.” I hated seeing him so conflicted. He was too young to be keeping secrets for adults, likely his father.

“You’ll get mad and leave if I tell you.”

What the…?
“I’m not going anywhere without you, baby. Please, tell me.”

His eyes widened and he moved away, rejoining the other kids.

I felt Boone’s looming presence behind me. Rising slowly, I turned to face him. At six-five and packed with muscles, my husband was beyond imposing. But it was the feral gleam in his eyes, and the way his gaze devoured me that sent off a string of inner warning bells. He looked like a beast ready to ambush its prey, the prey being me.

“I was just talking to JV.  He was worried,” I managed to stammer.

“He’s fine,” Boone ground out through clenched teeth. “I need you upstairs. Now.”

Twila chose that moment to sashay back over to me. “Oh, hi, Boone. Your
wife
is so sweet. We’re going to be great friends, aren’t we?” She shot me a conspiring look.

What was she talking about? I didn’t even know her let alone like her.

I glanced from Boone to Twila. His barely contained rage increased another notch in her presence. It was evident the two had history. Something I’d suspected, but didn’t want to think about. With JV’s earlier comment, the pieces fell into place.

She’d been screwing him and wanted more. He’d probably cut her lose when she’d gotten too clingy. We had an open relationship, so I was supposed to just put up with his affairs. Not anymore. The new me, who couldn’t remember anything, didn’t share her husband with anyone.

I turned to Twila. “You better back the fuck off my man. I might not recall what happened, but I’m not stupid. You need to remember your place,
whore
. I’m his old lady, you’re not. Get over him. He’s mine.”

It was then I realized a small crowd had gathered to watch our exchange. A few women I assumed were other old ladies, applauded. JV and Joey were both grinning at me from where they stood with a group of kids, who’d all stopped what they were doing to stare, mouths gaping.

One kid said loud enough for everyone to hear, “Wow. Your mom is a badass.”

I should have felt embarrassed, but I’d never felt prouder.

“Upstairs. Now,” Boone repeated, apparently not a big fan of my performance.

When I met his gaze, I was sure I glimpsed a flash of the same pride my boys had exhibited. But he narrowed his eyes before I could be certain.

Feet frozen, I stared up at his hulking form, suddenly scared under his scrutiny.

He shook his head and reached for me, tossing me like a rag doll over his shoulder. Laughter and hoots followed us, as he hauled me up the stairs like a sack of potatoes. I punched at his back the whole way, earning a growl that sounded more animal than human.

When I continued my attack, he reached up and smacked me on the ass, hard.

“Ouch!” I cried. “That hurt!”

“Good, because that’s only the beginning. Your ass will be raw by tomorrow. Count on it.”

His words sent my heart rate skyrocketing, and oddly, they fired a missile of fiery desire between my legs. My pussy clenched, anticipating what he had planned for me.

And I’d called Twila the whore?
It seemed I was the real slut.

Boone

Olympia calling me “her man” completely undid my resolve. I had to have her regardless of what the future held, despite the things she’d said and done in the past.

Call me fucking crazy. I didn’t care. Olympia Olsen was mine. I’d wanted her four years ago and every day since.

I wanted her now.

On the ride back, I’d tried to imagine who I’d fuck when I returned. I couldn’t picture anyone but Olympia, no matter how hard I tried, and I wasn’t kidding about paddling her. Her ass would hurt.

Unlocking the door to our room, I kicked it open. I put Olympia on her feet and reached back to lock us in. I wasn’t taking any chances. No one was interrupting our time together.

“You!” She backed away. “You can’t just carry me away like that in front of everyone.”

“I can and I did. And I’d do it again.” I stalked toward her.

She took another tentative step back. “Don’t come near me. I’m not ready for all this.”

“Babe, you’re so wet right now. I guarantee it. You've never been more ready.”

She shifted, and her expression said she knew I was right.

I reached around her neck and tangled my fingers in her hair, pulling her mouth towards mine, before she could protest. With my lips hovering over hers, I tried one last time to resist the hold she had over me.

Her warm breath smelled like mint, with a hint of beer. She flicked out her tongue to moisten her lips. That simple act sent what felt like an electrical current to my already hard cock. My resolve crumbled. I crashed my mouth over hers, parting her lips with my tongue. She pressed her palms against my chest, like she wanted to stop me, but her tongue danced with mine, teasing my tongue piercing as I deepened the kiss.
Holy sweet fuck.

I never kissed the women I fucked. It was too intimate. With Olympia, not claiming her mouth wasn’t even an option. I nipped at her bottom lip, sucking hard. “You’ve been a bad girl.”

“I’ve done everything you asked,” she whispered into my mouth.

Her words reminded me that she wasn't aware of the damage she’d done with Conner Mills. She was clueless. It was hard to justify punishing Sally for Olympia’s mistakes.

“You’re right. You have. But you love it when I spank your beautiful ass.”

She looked up, her hazel eyes dilated with desire. She wanted me too. Her next words confirmed how much. “Take me anyway you want, Boone. I need this.”

I growled, covering her mouth again, letting my hands run up and down her arms, and over her shoulders. She had no idea what she was agreeing to.

“Too many clothes,” I hissed.

Without warning, I grabbed her tank-top and yanked, ripping the thin material right down the front, exposing her purple, lacy bra. I cupped her breasts through the fabric, rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

She gasped, digging her nails into my shoulders. “More,” she whimpered.

I’d pegged Olympia right. She liked pain and would be a perfect submissive. Once the shit at the strip club was resolved, I’d have her tied up on the stage. Tonight, tying her to the bed would have to do.

I rocked my hips, grinding my erection into her. She slid her hand between us, grasping my width over my jeans. She hesitated and looked up again. “You’re really thick … and long.”

“And you love it,” I assured. “When I bury myself inside you, I promise you’ll scream my name.”

Her next move shocked me. Using two hands she grabbed the neck of my t-Shirt and tugged, tearing it the same way I’d torn hers. She tossed it on the floor, her hungry gaze sweeping over my chest.

She came alive at the sight of my nipple piercings and the tattoos that covered most of my chest and arms. Showing her appreciation, she kissed and bit her way down to my abs, before returning to my nipples and using her teeth to pull on the rings.

If I didn’t do something quick, she’d have me coming in my pants. That would be another first.

“I need you to undress nice and slow. Show me that gorgeous body,” I ordered, my voice thick with need.

I unbuttoned my own jeans, allowing my erection to spring free. Removing the pants, I kicked them aside and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning her closer. “Take em’ off, now.”

She gave me an inviting smile that promised more than I’d ever anticipated.

Leaning back on one elbow, I used my free hand to stroke my cock.

Her gaze followed my hand’s motions.

“You like what you see?’

She nodded before turning her back to me and unclasping her bra, treating me to the perfectly rounded globes of her ass, on full display due to the matching g-string panties she wore so well.

I stroked myself harder imagining myself balls deep in her tightest entrance.

As if sensing my thoughts, she wiggled her ass as she bent over.

I reached out and grabbed her by the slip of material between her ass cheeks, and pulled her toward me.

“I said I was going to spank you.”

She shivered, but didn’t complain.

“Stretch across my lap like a good girl, butt up.”

She did as I asked, positioning herself across my legs, ass in the air.

“Fuck, you should see how sweet you look, babe.”

She squirmed against me.

“None of that. Stay still, or it will hurt more.” I ran my finger down her panties thin fabric, and dipped it inside. “So wet for me. You’re soaking.”

She whimpered, but didn’t move. I found her clit and circled it a few times, until she gasped. “Don’t even think about coming until I give you permission.”