Rod (15 page)

A text message breaks my
concentration.
 
I take a deep breath when
I see the name Rodney Vinton on my phone.
 

The message reads: “Boris deals drugs out of
the club; don’t say anything yet.”

“Ok,” I text back.
 
I don’t want to let him on to the fact that I
know his little secret.
 
Now is not the
time to make waves.
 
He could have some
inside information on whether or not the
Deathdealers
have any involvement in Sasha’s disappearance.

I close the door on that thought for now
and Google the name “Lester Samson.”
 
A
few articles pop up about the older guy.
 
One search prompts me to look deeper, so I type “Lester Samson child
endangerment” into Google.

Several links pop up, one talking about
the “trumped up charges” against Lester and how he was a victim of
circumstance.
 
I put his name into the
inmate search for the county and find that he did six months in prison over the
charge.

“What is the connection?” I say to
myself.
 
With Rodney’s father being the
leader of the rival gang and Ken nearing bankruptcy and bragging about coming
into money.
 
I feel overwhelmed as if I’m
missing something that is staring me blatantly in the face.
 

I grab my phone and text Rodney, “I need
to see you.”

He quickly shoots back, “When and where?”

“Your place and ASAP,” I text him.

“C U there,”
he
texts back

I close my laptop and sit my notebook on
top of it.
 
I walk down the stairs
hopeful to not let my face betray my findings.
 
I don’t want to tell my father anything about Rodney in case there is
something I misunderstand about his relationship with his father.

I hop on my pink Harley and rev it
up.
 
I wind down the dirt roads and to
the pavement for ten minutes before I park the bike next to two bikes already
outside of Justin’s place.

I knock on the door and Justin greets me.

“Hey Trish, what’s up?” he asks smoothly.

“Nothing.
 
I’m here to see Rodney,” I tell him.

He opens the door to let me inside and
tells me, “He’s upstairs; just a sec.”

He walks to the bottom of the stairs and
yells, “Hey, Rod, you got a visitor!”

The door opens and Rodney emerges, walking
down the stairs.

“Hey there beautiful,” he says with a
smooth smile on his face.

“Hey, listen, we’ve got to talk,” I tell
him.

“Club stuff?” He asks.

“No, this is more personal in nature,” I
say.

“
Wanna
come
upstairs?” he says with a sly grin.

“That’ll work, just so we’re not
bothered.”

He leads the way
up
stairs
and to the room where he’s staying.
 
I hear the door slam outside and I look to
Rodney for an explanation.

“He probably thinks we need some privacy,”
Rodney says.
 
“He’s cool like that.
 
So what’s on your mind, doll?”

He sits down on the bed and I join
him.
 

“Something came up and I thought we needed
to talk about it,” I say.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” he asks somewhat
seductively.
 
He’s cute, but I don’t let
that interfere.

“Remember when I asked you about your
father?” I say slowly and quietly, in case we’re not alone.

“Yeah, I told you, my father is a snake in
the grass – a criminal.”

“Yeah, that’s the thing.
 
I looked up your father on Google and it says
that he’s the leader of the
Deathdealers
.
 
I like you, Rodney, so I wanted to hear your
side before I take any of my findings to my father.”

“I know I should’ve told you sooner.
 
I was afraid that you would run to your
father and he’d break my legs.
 
Here’s
the whole truth, just as long as you promise you won’t hate me for it.”

His eyes appear sincere.
 
I take his hand in mine and say, “You can
tell me anything.”

“Alright.
 
My father being the low-life asshole that he is, tells me to infiltrate
the Dragons for a possible takeover.
 
He
wants the territory and blah
blah
blah
.
 
He tells me to find out whatever I can about
the club and see if it’s worth it.”

“So you get inside and then what?” I press
for more information.

 
“I
get in and find out information on the club; at least that’s what he wanted me
to
do.”“You
didn’t tell your father anything about
us?” I ask.

“Only a couple of first names; I had to
get him off of my back.
 
All in all,
though, I can’t betray your trust,” he says.

“You would go against your father’s wishes
to help us?”

“You have no idea what membership is like
in the
Deathdealers
.
 
Let me paint a picture for you.
 
The whole club is made up of criminals and their ilk, with the exception
of myself and the prospects.
 
These guys
are a bunch of thugs who will do anything for a dollar or some coke.
 
And when I say
anything,
that
is not an exaggeration of any kind.”

“If my father catches wind of the
Deathdealers
looking for a takeover, he will go
apeshit
.”

“I can’t say that I’d blame him there,” he
says in response.

I clench his hand in mind and relish how
good it feels.
 
His warmth reverberates
through me and I feel the need to be closer to him.

“If your father finds me out, then I’m
dead meat,” he declares.

“He doesn’t have to find out, Rodney.
 
I just need to know for sure that you are one
hundred percent with us.”

“Oh, I am.
 
Trust me, please,” he begs.
 
“I
never wanted the life that my father put upon me.”

“And I always wanted inside,” I
divulge.
 

“I can imagine, the Dragons are nothing
like the
Deathdealers
– nothing.
 
In the Dragons, it feels like a family
atmosphere.
 
In the
Deathdealers
,
it feels like a
freakin
’ war zone.”

“When was the last time you were there?” I
ask.

“I was there today, in
Hayleyville
,”
he reveals.
 
“My father nearly choked me
to death.”

“He what?!” I exclaim.

“He wrapped his hand around my throat and
held me up against a wall.”

“What in the hell?”

“That’s the way he is,” Rodney says.

“That is fucking crazy,” I say, feeling
sympathetically for Rodney.
 
“What did he
want?”

“Information on the Dragons.
 
He said I’ve gone soft and I had to play
along or risk my neck.”

“Why did you go there in the first place?”
I inquire.

“To see if they have any information on
your sister,” he tells me.

“And did they?” I ask.

“No, my father says he has no idea about
Sasha’s disappearance, but he says I should help find her and then write down
the names of club members who would switch over to their side.”

“I won’t say anything, but we shouldn’t
close that avenue off to our investigation just yet.
 
That part of it will stay between us.
 
Just as long as you promise that you had
nothing to do with Sasha’s disappearance.”

“I didn’t, I promise,” he says
assuredly.
 

“You’re a changed man since coming to the
Dragons?” I push.

“I’ve never been a thug like my
father.
 
He didn’t even know if he was
sending me into harm’s way and I’m his only son.”

“Wow, that’s pretty rough.”

“Yeah, there are boundaries even in clubs
like my fathers and one is that you don’t mess with family.
 
Family members are off limits, always.”

“Would he break the rules?” I ask.

“I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“I’m so glad you’re nothing like your
father,” I tell him, my hand firmly grasping his.
 

“I could never hurt you or anyone you care
about.”

His eyes feel like they’re burning a hole
into my soul.
 
I feel his warmth draw
closer to me and I tremble.
 
He reaches
his hand to my cheek and gently rubs it.

“Since meeting you, my life has never been
the same,” he tells me as he brushes his hand in a downward motion.
 
I look downward as if to ignore the
compliment, but he says,
“ Truly
, my life has changed
for the better.”

My cheeks redden and he moves his lips to
mine.
 
I don’t budge.
 
I realize that I need this attention.
 
I’m hurting because my sister is gone and he
is the only one who is there for me.
 

I lean into his face and press my lips on
his and feel a tingle deep down.
 
I part
my lips and I feel his fingers running through my hair.
 
He kisses me passionately and deeply and it
sends shivers through to my very core.
 

I feel warm and sedate as I await the
movements of his hands on my body.
 
I
want this and now, there is no turning back.

I sit there on his bed with the
anticipation building inside of me slowly.
 

He locks eyes with mine and says, “Are you
sure you want to do this?”

I nod to indicate that I consent and he
presses those plump lips into mine before invading my mouth with his
tongue.
 
I take a deep breath while he
moves his lips from my mouth to my neck.
 
His warm breath tickles my neck and I jump, so he moves to my ear and
nibbles on it gently.

A smile graces my face and he takes that
as a sign that he’s doing something right.

He moves in front of me and lifts my arms
up.
 
He slips my shirt off of my body and
casts it aside.
 
I sit there in my lacy
black bra looking at him, welcoming him to me.
 

He trails his fingers down the outline of
my cleavage and massages both of my breasts with his warm, rough hands.
 
He draws closer and his tongue slips inside
my mouth.
 
His hands move from my breasts
to the area around the small of my back.
 
He reaches up and unclasps my bra, leaving it to fall free.

He takes the bra and throws it over to
where my clothes are making a new pile in his floor.
 
I sit there completely topless and he looks
me up and down.
 
He tweaks my nipples
between his fingers and his thumbs and I feel a moisture building up in between
my legs.
 

Rodney brings his lips down to one of my
nipples and suckles it gently in his mouth.
 
That sends a warm sensation directly to my clit and I feel hot for him
instantly.

He flicks my nipple with his tongue while
his other hand occupies itself massaging my other nipple.
 
I look at him in the eyes and bring my face
to his so I can taste his lips on mine.

With a swift motion, he gently lays me on
the bed so he can bring my legs up in the air.
 
He takes my shoes off and sets them to the side.
 
He repeats the action with my socks and then
tugs at both of my pant legs to whip them off of my body.
 
With a firm tug, he yanks them and throws
them to the pile of clothes.
 

He hovers over me with his warm body and I
can feel the bulge in his pants desperate to make its escape.
 
I feel a pool of warm wetness in my middle
and I bring his body closer to mine.

His hands wander toward my sex and massage
it gently through my black lace panties.
 
Up and down, his fingers move as his lips once again find mine.
 
He slides his fingers into my panties as I
lay there squirming underneath him.

His fingers find my clit and he rubs it
gently in a circular motion.
 
The hood of
my clit rises under the friction of my wetness combined with his smooth
touch.
 
His tongue invades my mouth and
the motion of his fingers nearly sends me into overdrive.