Seize Me (23 page)

“You okay?” Winter asks.

“I’m okay baby.” I motion for her to come to me. Winter takes a seat on my lap, and I twirl her hair around in my fingers. “I’m taking Sniper, Shadow, and ZZ out for a bit. I have some business to take care of. Do you need anything?”

“Just for you to come back,” she says truthfully and that does something to me. She worries about me and I hate that. My Angel has been through enough shit.

“Mmm… I’ll be back,” I say nuzzling her neck. I’m such a bastard. I fucking love this girl but I won’t tell her.

“Okay babe…go get your business done so you get back to me quicker.” She giggles as I lick her neck.

“Yes ma’am,” I murmur knowing she hates that shit.

“Braxxon,” she warns hopping up from my lap. Instantly, I regret calling her ma’am because she’s left my body. “Seriously, go get your shit done. The Doc is stopping by to check on me and to check out Berry. He’ll probably prescribe her some anxiety meds and shit.”

Why does the Doc need to see Angel? Winter must see that question written all across my face because she smiles.

“He’s just checking out the scar tissue on my chest and shit. Geez, such a fucking worry wart,” she mumbles walking outta the chapel.

“Just say the words next time you pussy ass bitch,” I scold myself aloud.

The only good thing about today is that some of the business I have to take care of is scoping out a location for the girls club. Shit may be on lockdown but that doesn’t mean I gotta stop planning our fucking lives. If my Angel wants a club, then she’s getting a club.

Before I head to the space that I want to look at for Angel, we head to a location that we believe is one of Snake’s locations based on a tip we received. All four of us hop off our bikes and make our way inside the warehouse. As we enter another door, a doorman tries to stop us, but he accepts a payoff instead. This makes me wonder where all this is going. We make our way inside the main part of the warehouse and peepshow rooms surround the area. Almost all the girls look cracked out. I tell Sniper to case the place. We can easily take this one of Snake’s businesses and aren’t leaving here until it’s ours.

Sniper comes back with a gun held to some dude’s head. “This is Snake’s manager,” he smirks.

“Ah… well. Snake’s little peep show manager, this place is closed; out you go,” I say as Sniper pistol-whips him and just like that, he’s out cold.

“Three security guards, two bartenders and thirteen working girls,” Shadow says from right behind me. Fuck if Angel isn’t right about that being the perfect name for him.

“Get rid of them,” I say as I start walking up to the peep show boxes and telling the perverts to get the fuck out.

I take turns knocking on each glass box with my gun, motioning for the girls to come out. Shadow, Sniper, and ZZ come back and let me know the club’s empty and the employees don’t actually seem all that concerned about what Snake might think. ZZ says that one of the guards says he hasn’t seen Snake in months, and shit’s falling apart anyway.

“Shadow, call Winter, Lana, Tatiana, Bom Bom, Creamy and even Berry. And have Winter call the fucking Doc. We’re gonna need all the help with these girls we can get. Have the prospects, Rob, and Hammer escort them here.”

Even though I’m shutting down another one of his money grabbers, I can’t be fucking happy because Snake’s girls look fucking horrific. I don’t know how in the hell this place was even bringing anything in.

“What’s your name sugar?” I ask a blond who looks the most alive.

She looks at me with glossed eyes. “Cunt, Whore, Bitch, Slut, Pussy, take your pick.”

Jesus!

“Your real name hunny,” I say.

“Storm,” she says with irritation.

“That’s not your real name.”

“It might as well be. My momma always used to say giving birth to me caused her all kinds of a shit storm. So there you have it.”

“Braxxon!” I hear Winter call out.

I turn to see them all piling into the room.

“What the fuck is this shit?” she cries out running to the girls. “Who the fuck did this to them?”

I don’t answer; her caring about these girls mesmerizes me. She doesn’t know jack shit about them. All she knows is how bruised and fucked up they are; that’s all she cares about.

“Snake,” I finally say.

“I can’t wait to kill that motherfucker,” she growls as the Doc and his son come into the giant room.

“Never a dull moment with you, Braxxon,” Doc says as they get to work and I agree with him. Nothing is ever dull or quiet anymore, and it makes me feel fifty instead of fucking thirty.

I send a text to Max to bring fifty grand to our location to pay the Doc and his son, and to get these girls to safety.

The realtor calls me, pissed that I’m running late. Well he’s gonna regret talking to me like that when I fucking get there. I excuse myself and only take Shadow with me, leaving the rest behind to clean up this cluster fuck of a mess.

When we get to the space where the girls’ potential club will be, the realtor immediately recognizes us and apologizes profusely, which is enough for now because I’ll get this place for below market value. It’s gonna be the clubs gift to the girls for the mess we’ve made outta their lives. It’s also a way to keep them in our lives. The space is perfect and I make an offer which dickface obviously takes.

The Doc and his son patch up all the girls and his son leaves to go purchase bus tickets with some of the money Max has brought us. Three of the girls don’t have anywhere else to go and one of those three is a girl named Storm. I noticed she was the only one not as drugged as the rest of them. I feel bad and I can’t think of anything to do other than let them stay with us for a little while so they can get back on their feet.

“It wasn’t just a peep show club you know,” Storm mumbles. “If they paid enough, they got to take us in the back; nothing was off limits.”

I grip the holster on my shoulder and silently ask for the day that I get to ram my gun down the back of Snake’s throat to come quickly.

“I’m taking Piper, Haley, and Storm home with me,” Lana says seriously as she walks up to me. “If they clean up nicely and everything checks out with the Doc, I’m hiring them at the club. It’ll help get them back on their feet. I’ve already talked it over with Piper and Haley.”

That’s a generous idea. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it. I smile letting her know that I think it’s a brilliant idea.

“Would you like that Storm?” Lana asks her. “It’s just going to be an exotic dance club, just dancing. If you’re not comfortable with that, we can find something else for you to do. It might help get you back on your feet again.”

“Just dancing?” Storm asks.

“Just dancing,” Lana and I say together.

“Yeah, yeah that’ll be okay. Thank you.”

We say our goodbyes to all the girls who are escorted by club members to the greyhound station. Lana and Tatiana take the other three back to our house. I on the other hand, go back to the clubhouse. I live there. I’ve never even stayed or seen the house yet. With lockdown, Braxxon isn’t letting me out that much. The only reason Lana and Tatiana get to stay at the house is because Pyro and ZZ stay there. Pyro isn’t letting Lana outta his sight, and ZZ isn’t letting his daughter far from his either. I’m thankful he isn’t keeping her trapped in the clubhouse too much. She has already lost enough shit; she doesn’t need to lose all of her freedom too.

I ride back with Sniper who is kind of irritated with Braxxon taking Shadow with him on whatever it is he’s doing. I told Sniper it’s because Braxxon only trusts him taking care of me, which is the straight truth and he just grunted in response as he helped me off the bike when we park in the compound parking lot. I’m happy to see Brax and Shadow pulling in.

“Everything good?” he asks Sniper as he throttles down and backs his bike in.

“Yeah Prez, everything is good,” he grunts walking away.

“What the fuck?” Brax tilts his head asking.

“Don’t.” I hold up my hand.

I think it’s kinda cute, his brother being jealous of him being out with Shadow instead of him. It shows that these badass bikers do have a heart deep down.

“Fine… come, I need to fuck you,” he says pulling me quickly into the clubhouse. “Clear the fuck out,” he roars and everyone scatters. Even some of the brothers nod and head either outside or to their apartments.

“Brax—,” my words are cut off as he lifts me onto the bar. He drags my pants down to my ankles and then lifts my legs over his head so that they fall behind his back. Oh, he’s done this before. He undoes his jeans, his cock springing free.

He rams into me repeatedly, and I let my body fall back against the bar as I dig my heels into his ass.

“I,” thrust. “Love,” thrust. “You,” thrust.

Oh god. “I love you, too,” I moan as he speeds up.

“Thank fuck,” he roars as he lifts me off the bar and spins us around, smashing my back against a wall.

Braxxon takes my arms from around his neck and lifts them above my head bounding both of my wrists with just one of his hands while the other grips my ass tightly.

“How long, baby?” he groans as I clamp myself tightly around his cock.

“Since the moment you seized me,” I moan while looking into his gray eyes. “I just didn’t realize.”

No more words are spoken after that. Braxxon just continues to make love to me against the wall until we both reach our sated bliss.