Relinquish (18 page)

“Capone, they haven’t been seeing each other for four years.”

“Oh I know. I’ve been stealing guns and club money the whole time I’ve been with the Oath Keepers. There are a lot of us who get into other clubs to acquire what we can, and then we go back to our own club. Imagine my surprise when I saw Sera with none other than my fake-ass Prez’s son. I let my real brother in on what I saw and he took it from there. I got to stay put to get information and he took care of shit on the outside. Perfect plan, actually.”

“Shit, that is a perfect plan.” I hear rustling and look toward where Joker disappeared. In his place I see Twist creeping slowly and quietly toward us. Fuck, I hope Capone doesn’t see him too. “Say Capone, what happened to Seraphina?”

“Oh, that bitch took off. Joker said we should make her be a club slut after the shit she pulled. I reckon she found out. She comes home though, and we will have our fun with her.” Twist stares at my face and I shake my head as much as I can, I make a shooing motion with my hand. I hope he sees my movements. Twist glares at me and shakes his head. Fuck, why is he being tenacious? If Joker walks up behind him, then he’s fucked. I watch him as far as I can without turning my head as he scales the outer perimeter of the barn.

“Do you think Seraphina could be with Brently?”

I wonder if he’s hiding her to keep her safe. I’ve never seen or met her, but Brently has to be pretty hung up on her to keep dealing with this shit. I’m so glad Avery doesn’t have two psycho brothers out to get me.

“Ugh!”

I no longer feel the gun at my back so I quickly turn around. Twist stands in front of me holding his large hunting knife that drips with blood. He looks relaxed, as if the kill was rejuvenating for him. On the floor, Capone lies holding his neck, gasping for air as blood gurgles from the large gash across his throat. His eyes bug and dark liquid coats his hands, pooling under him as the life drains out of his eyes.

“There’s another,” I whisper and Twist shakes his head.

“No, he’s knocked out and tied up back behind all the farming equipment.”

“How did you know?”

“When we got here I walked behind the barn to take a piss and saw the missing boards. I decided to climb through and check it out. The brothers said you came in, so I figured if anything I’d try to make you jump.” I look at him humbly. I don’t know how to repay him for saving my life and quite possibly all of the brothers’ lives.

“Thank you, brother,” I say genuinely and reach my hand out. He shakes it and slaps my back with his free hand.

“Anytime, brother.”

We walk to the barn door and I use a cinder block to prop it open. At this point I can’t wait to kill all these assholes after hearing what kind of people they really are.

Avery

Chapter 11

It’s morning and they still aren’t back. I reached over to feel 2’s muscular body this morning and was met with cold sheets. I really don’t know what to think. Did they go out and he met someone new? I hate feeling as if I’m not adequate for him. I think it’s my subconscious from my mother always pushing me to do better. Naturally, because of that, I believe I need to be better for him, in order for him to care for me as much as I care for him. I think I learned that in Psych 101, my second year of college. I wonder what a shrink would say about my mother’s insane need to always be in control of everything.

I brush my teeth and start the shower. I might as well get dressed. I know I’ll just lie in bed and let my mind run rampant with thoughts if I don’t do something. This is a prime example of why I don’t get serious with anyone. I can’t turn off my thoughts and I waste my time thinking about a million scenarios.

I step into the shower and the hot water beats down on my shoulders and back. That feels so refreshing. I can’t help but reminisce about the last time I was in here and 2 joined me. I loved it when he bent me over and bit into my back. I wonder how it would have been with Ares in here with us. Would he have been in control, like he was the other night? It’s like they complimented each other so well. They knew how to move to not be in the other’s way, but each made me feel wonderful. I really hope we get to do that again and more. I wish they would have woken me up to finish what they had started. I’ll never forget rousing, to seeing Ares standing there with his large, exposed cock, hungry for a taste of me. I had never really fantasized about being with two men before, and now I can’t seem to stop fantasizing about it.

I lean my head back against the shower wall and close my eyes. I imagine 2 biting into my neck and Ares wrapping my hair in his fist and giving it a light tug. I skim my hands over my hard nipples, reminiscing about 2 smothering my breasts with his mouth and drawing my buds in through the raspy material of his shirt I was wearing. I had felt as if I was going to orgasm just from them playing with my breasts alone. I rub lower until I reach my core. I push my finger deep into my wet center imagining it’s one of Ares’ long fingers pumping in and out of me. The water trickles down and it’s almost as if a tongue is licking gently all over my hyper sensitive skin. Thinking of Ares behind me, holding me tight against his chest as he reaches around thrusting his fingers in and out roughly, with 2 Piece in front of me biting and nibbling all over my body. Then 2 eventually making his way downward to suck on my swollen clit as Ares continually pumps into me deeply. My pussy spasms and grips tightly around my finger as a rush of mind-numbing sensations wash over my body and I moan, coming, wishing I wasn’t alone.

I finish washing up, and getting dressed. I’m hungry and need something for breakfast. Well, technically it’s lunch time I guess. Eleven a.m. doesn’t count as breakfast to most. To me it does, I’ve never been a morning person.

I poke my head in the dining room. I’ve always thought it was pretty magical how food just pops up in the dining room. I asked 2 if they have a cook that hides away so I never see them. According to him though, they have a few club whores that like to cook. They cook whenever they feel like it and put the food on the big dining table for everyone. I’m not fond of the whole club whore aspect, but I am fond of having food cooked and waiting for me whenever I get hungry. The room’s empty except for a solitary figure eating with his back to me and staring out the window. 

“Come sit and eat, sweetheart,” he grunts and I jump. I guess I’m not as quiet as I think I am. His long, blond hair reaches his shoulders and his arms are fully covered in colorful tattoos. He’s not a big man, but decent size and very striking for being a bit older.

“I thought that was you. You don’t mind my company?” He is always kind to me, but I don’t want to presume he’s not dealing with his own crap. Being President of an MC has to be extremely stressful especially with his son showing up mutilated.

“No, get yourself some food and come pop a squat.” That makes me chuckle. These broody bikers do have a sense of humor. It’s amazing that you can get a bunch of grown men together and they act like kids sometimes.

“Sounds like a plan.” I fix my plate with some pancakes and tons of butter and syrup then sit next to him. I can see the appeal of eating in front of the window. You can take in the grassy land and trees. Little bit of peace in a world of chaos. “How are you today?” I turn toward him and take in his handsome features up close. Geez, how is he not married, with like fifteen kids running around, being that gorgeous? It makes me think of all the weird stepbrother/daddy books I’ve seen lately. I get it now, because if Prez was my stepdaddy, I’d be panting for him. I’d damn sure call him daddy and offer to be his good girl. God, I’m messed up, but damn, some fantasy.

“Ahh, I’m alright, how ‘bout yaself?” He looks at me with soft greyish-blue irises. I take in his short beard and weathered lines around his eyes. You wouldn’t notice them unless you were close enough to him. He always looks so serious, as if he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“I’m okay.” I start picking at my food and chewing on the inside of my lip.

“Relax, sweetheart, 2 is just fine,” he says and I perk up, hopeful.

“You heard from him?”

“No. I did hear from Ares though. They’re handlin’ club business. Just keep your chin up, girl. You’ll be straight and fit in with the club. He’ll be back when he’s done and he’ll be lookin’ for ya.” I nod and take a bite.

“Sweet Jesus, y’all have some good cooks around here.”

“That we do, girl, that we do,” he chuckles and we finish our meal in comfortable silence. I can see the appeal Prez had to 2 Piece. It’s like he knows more than he should for his age, but doesn’t advertise it. I bet this man would be very interesting if you could get him to open up. I smile and squeeze his forearm gently as I stand up to throw my stuff in the trash. I turn to leave when he clears his throat and I look over at him.

“It’s nice havin’ some new females round here and some kids. I hope you stick around.”

“If he asks, I may just do that.”

He smirks and nods. I grin back at him and head out. I’m going to check out the bar and see if I can hunt down London’s sexy ass.

2 Piece

About eight hours later…

I’m exhausted and ready to get back to the clubhouse but we haven’t even gotten started yet. We unloaded all the nasty Twisted Snakes and have them tied up securely in the barn. It’s taken hours for the gas to wear off for some of them. Twist and I recounted to the brothers everything that happened with Capone and Joker. Ares said it was best to not discuss it here. He said we need to wait until we get in Church and to talk to Prez. We’ve basically been sittin’ here with our thumbs up our asses all night. The brothers seem at a loss, fighting with their thoughts and feelings about Capone. We were all completely blindsided and it made everyone feel like a giant fool. The brothers seem more agitated and ready to take some anger out on the Snakes. Nobody likes a traitor, but when you form a bond with that particular person, you’re bound to feel a sense of betrayal. At least the bullshit between Twist and I seems to be resolved. I hate fighting with my brothers. It’s been on replay in my mind all night; I still can’t get over that whole shit with Capone. The fact I never saw that shit comin’ makes me wonder what else I’ve been blind to.

“You comin’, bro?” Cain stands in front of me with a guy thrown over his shoulder.

“Yeah, what are you gonna do with that one?”

“This one’s for you,” he says jovially. I shake my head.

“I want to deal with Joker. I have a bone to pick with him,” I grit out.

“Alright, cool, man. I’ll toss this one to Spin. I think he’s the one that tatted up Brently anyhow. See if Spin can get creative with a fellow inker.”

I nod and stand. Guess it’s time to show these assholes what happens when you fuck with other people’s lives. I watch as Ares grips the President’s wrist then slams his boot down to snap the man’s bone. The President screams desperately and it reverberates throughout the barn.

“You hurt my prez’s kid. It’s my job to see you get the correct punishment. Life is full of choices and balance. You made the decision to allow your peons to brutalize another human being. Welcome to hell, motherfucker,” Ares snarls and snaps another bone.

I don’t know how he can handle feeling another’s bones break as he holds them. It gives me chills all over. I hold my breath; just the noise and frantic screams coming from the man shriveled at Ares’ feet is making me want to gag.

“You comin’?” Cain whistles and waves his hand in front of my face. I blink. I attempt to shake off the image fresh in my head of that last snap, and the composed features of Ares as he performed his task. I take a deep breath and look at Cain.

“Yeah, man, let’s do this.” I follow him as he throws the man off his shoulder in front of Spin. Spin rolls his eyes and the piece of shit on the floor begins his first round of pleading. I make my way behind Cain to where Joker’s tied up in the center of the barn. He glares spitefully as I get closer.

“You angry cause Twist killed brother dearest?” He stays silent so I shrug. No skin off my back if he decides to stay quiet. “You know I think those hogs out back could motivate you to talk.” I chortle and Cain chuckles beside me. I chin lift toward Joker’s legs. Cain grabs the right leg while I grab the left. We start walking toward the hogs, dragging Joker behind us. He’s a stubborn fuck not making even a little peep. I’d think he would at least squirm and try to make it hard for me. It’s almost like he’s having a sulk and attempting to ignore us. Stupid fucker.

We approach the hogs and a few squeal in excitement when they see us. They’ve gotten used to the brothers dropping off ‘food’. Who knew hogs were carnivores. I always thought they ate slop and veggies. “Yeah, yeah, fuckers, we got ya a snack!” I call out. Cain grins evilly and it makes me sick to my stomach, imagining what’s about to happen to this lowlife piece of shit. I know he deserves his fate, but I’m not into torturing fools either. We toss his legs down next to the wooden pig pen. “Anything you wanna say? Like maybe apologize for fucking with my girl and my club.” I scowl down at him lying in the dirt. He snarls and spits toward me. “Well, you done fucked up with that one.” I shake my head, chastising him. I look over at Cain’s amused expression and sigh loudly. “Alright, brother, let’s see if the hogs will get him talkin’ and confessin’ his screw ups.”