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“You like it dirty, Willa?”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Yeah, my girl likes it dirty,” I growl in satisfaction.

I continue to lick her there, and use my fingers to rub her clit while my thumb fucks her pussy.

“Jesus Christ, oh god, I’m going to come again.  Oh, Roman.”  Her legs begin to shake.  I clamp my lips down over her throbbing bud and just as her orgasm overwhelms her, I insert one finger inside her ass, just up to the first knuckle.  She screams into her pillow and rocks against my hand.  I swear to god, I’m about to blow my load in my jeans.

As she comes down from her high, I gently remove my finger.  She rolls over onto her back and her arms flop out to the side, as a contented grin pulls her lips up.

I stand and discard my jeans before resuming my position between her thighs.

I stroke my dick, moistening the head with the pre cum that has already leaked out, while my eyes stay trained on the prize.

“Fuck me, Roman.”

I line my cock up.

“With pleasure,” I rasp.

I thrust forward and my eyes roll back in my head as her heat grips me and molds around me like she was made for me.  Leaning down, I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck, while my hips move against her with precision

Willa’s legs wind around my waist, locking me against her.  I catch sight of my cock sliding in and out of her and I can’t look away.  I grit my teeth, desperate to fight back my impending orgasm.

I move one hand to grip her hip while my free hand moves between her legs. My thumb finds her clit and I flick it quickly.  Her pussy ripples around my cock and I know she’s close.  I thrust deeper and harder and faster, while still flicking her clit.

Willa’s nails dig into my back and her muscles contract on my dick, squeezing, clamping down.  My balls tighten up and my spine tingles.

“That’s right, baby.  Come for me,” I growl right before I feel a gush of warmth coat my cock, and I can’t hold back any longer.  I ram inside her and still while my cock throbs, spurting my load inside her.

I collapse to the side and pull her into my arms.  I catch my breath for a minute and then clean her up using a warm washcloth.

“I’m so tired.” She yawns.

“Go to sleep, babe.  I gotta make a few calls first.”  I kiss her with all I have and then watch as she falls asleep, unknowing that I won’t sleep a wink tonight.

When I’m positive she is out, I check my emails to see if I have any word from the Chief, Mason, or Dunlop.

I see two emails, one from Mason, the other from the Chief.  I click on Chief Watson’s message first.

Drake,

We’ve acquired reinforcements to assist with the extra company expected.  Everything will go ahead as discussed in our phone call.   Mason has sensitive information he would like to share, so please call him at your earliest convenience.  Dunlop has been informed. 

Keep your eyes peeled and your head on straight.

After I’ve read his message, I delete it and move on to Mason’s. 

Special Agent Drake,

Please give me a call when you have a moment in private.

I delete his email and bring up his number.  When I graduated the academy, I immediately bonded with the two other rookies who had started the same day as me at the FBI Field Office in Colorado.  Jury Mason and Cooper Dunlop were my buddies from the beginning, and we have been lucky enough to work most cases as a trio ever since.  Dunlop and I are always paired on assignments together, because we’re partners.  Mason generally works with each team where required, but he tends to spend the majority of his time working with us.  I am sure the Chief plans it that way because we all work so well together, but I’m also sure he would never admit to it.

“Special Agent Drake,” Mason greets.

“Mason.  I hear you’ve got some intel for me.”

“Affirmative.  I had to search deep, but I eventually found a link between the Zephyrs and the Sea Dragons.  It spans back around thirty-five years.  Both clubs started at about the same time – the Zephyrs on land, the Sea Dragons on the ocean.  The originals were at war from the beginning, with both Presidents macho fucks who couldn’t see past their giant fucking egos to find a way to work together. Instead, they put their energy into besting each other.  When they both passed on, their VPs took up rank and had enough brains to come to a truce.  That truce ended when a Sea Dragon wound up dead and all roads led back to Zephyrs involvement.  Since then, the Dragons have been plotting a war, Drake.  The Zephyrs haven’t suspected a thing, because they’re not using their usual MO,” Mason informs me.

“They’re going in hard,” I state.

“Yep. Tomorrow.  From the information I’ve received, the Dragons didn’t want to risk a tip off, so rather than set a plan in motion to take down the Zephyrs one by one, they created a setup.”

“They can take the entire club down in one hit.”

“Exactly.  All they had to do was a plant a seed of doubt, make the Zephyrs think they were trying to undercut them, not knowing the Dragons already knew the Zephyrs had broken the truce long before now.”

“Fuck me,” I mutter.  Willa stirs in her sleep, bringing my focus back to her.  She’s curled into a fetal position, with her hands tucked under her head, acting as pillow, despite the two actual pillows there already.  Even from where I stand five or six feet away, I can make out her long, black eyelashes fanning her cheeks as she rests peacefully, her face relaxed and at ease, sated from our earlier lovemaking.

“I’ve informed the Chief and Dunlop already.  Dunlop is expecting your call to fill you in on specifics.”

“Thanks, man.”

I end the call and immediately dial Dunlop.

When he answers, he doesn’t bother with pleasantries.  “Mason fill you in?”

“Yep.”

“Good.  Tomorrow, the team will be in position at oh-four-hundred-hours, awaiting arrivals of the Zephyrs and the Sea Dragons.  We need them all, Drake.”

“Dead or alive,” I agree.  These fuckers are going down.  All of them. 

“You got it.”

“I want a man on Willa.  With me and Rad at the meet, she’ll be unprotected, and I don’t want to leave any bases uncovered.”

“Done. I’ll get one of the boys on it.”

“See you in the morning, man.  Stay safe.”

“You too.”

I sit on the lone chair in the room, my feet resting on the end of the bed.  That’s where I stay, unmoving, unsleeping, just watching her, knowing tomorrow the façade I’ve been keeping is going to come crashing down.  I only hope she will want to search the rubble to find the real me.

Oak

“Oak, where you going?” she mumbles, her voice croaky with sleep.

“Go back to sleep, baby.  I just gotta go out for a bit with Rad.  You stay put, Willa.  Promise me you won’t leave this room.”

“I won’t.”

I lean in and kiss her.  “Promise.”

“I promise.”

I kiss her again and see her eyes are closed. 
She’s fallen back to sleep
.

“I love you.”  I whisper the words softly, knowing I might never get an opportunity to say them to her again.

She sighs in her sleep and I kiss her once more before leaving.

“Ready, brother?” Rad asks.

“Let’s go.”

When we arrive at the docks, it’s still dark.  I discreetly look around for my colleagues, knowing I probably won’t pick them out anyway. They are the ultimate professionals, the best of the best.

The Zephyrs boys are already there, waiting.  The club’s black van sits with the doors open and the men are busy gathering their weapons. 

Prez is throwing out orders and the boys are heeding his command, taking their stations, set for the battle.

“Oak, Rad, get over here.  Been waiting on you two.”

When we reach him, I give a nod, foregoing any pleasantries.

“Get yourselves a piece of candy, boys.  Heads are gonna roll today.”  He chuckles evilly and tosses us an AK-47 each, complete with a magazine full of bullets.

“I want you two over there, behind that old crate.” He points to a stack of wooden crates about twenty feet away.

“You got any more magazines?” Rad asks.

Prez tosses Rad two more, and we make our way over to our hideout.  The crisp morning air reminds me of how early it is, while the sun peeking up over the hills in the distance serves to reinforce how fast the morning is going.  The Sea Dragons will be here soon.

All hell is going to break loose.  I can feel it.  I fire off a quick message to Rogers, double-checking everything is good back at the motel.  Rogers is the guy Dunlop organized to have eyes on Willa.

His reply is almost instant, and he reassures me everything is fine there, there is no movement at all.  No surprise there, Willa would still be asleep.

“You ready, man?” Rad asks, snapping a magazine inside his rifle and checking the chamber to make sure it’s loaded properly.

I nod sharply.  Hell yeah, I’m fucking ready.

I load my rifle and crouch down to await the arrival of the Sea Dragons.  I glance around sporadically, trying to catch a glimpse of the FBI, but I don’t see them. Not even once.

Twenty minutes later, I catch a hand signal from one of the Zephyrs boys, alerting us the Sea Dragons are on their way.

Here goes.

Willa

I’m bored.  Bored out of my everloving mind.  So bored, I’ve made friends with the spider in the corner of the room.  I named him George.  George has travelled far and wide, entering room after room, scoping out each nook and crevice of this entire motel, before he settled on the fine piece of real estate that is the corner of this room.

I’m not sure what species he is, or if he is poisonous or not, so I’ve simply admired him from afar.  We’re not that close that I want to pet him or anything.
Shudder
.

Oak said not to go outside, so along with making friends with George, I have also spent time gazing longingly at the pool that I can see from this window.  The pool belongs to the house next door. 
I wonder if they would think it was strange if I took a sly dip?

When Oak roused me to say he was going out with Rad, I had fallen back to sleep, since it was still dark out.  By the time I woke, I had no idea how long he had been gone, but the sun was up, so I ordered some breakfast from room service and ate it.  Then, I showered, tidied our room (and Rad’s) and made friends with George. 

It’s nearing lunchtime and with nothing else to do, I flick on the television and watch the midday movie that is showing.  It is boring as bat shit, but it will have to do.

Lunchtime rolls around and I contemplate ducking out for a quick bite to eat.  I’m sure I saw a deli a couple doors down when we came in yesterday. I could be back in my room within fifteen minutes, tops.

You stay put, Willa.  Promise me you won’t leave this room.

Promise.

Promise.

Dammit!  I can’t go back on a promise. 

With an angry huff, I dial reception and ask for a club sandwich to be brought up.

I’m halfway through my sandwich when Oak walks in.  He looks slightly disheveled with his face and clothes a little dirty.  Worry lines crease over his forehead and his mouth is set in a tight line.

“Hey, you’re back.” I smile.  I climb up from my seated position on the bed, and wrap my arms around him.  “Is everything okay?”  He’s stiff as a board.

“Yeah.”  His tone is gruff, but he buries his head in the crook of my neck and holds me close.

“Where’s Rad?” I ask, noticing for the first time that he didn’t trail Oak into the room.

“We need to talk.” 

Immediately, my spine straightens, jolted into position by the serious tone of his voice.

I instantly take a step back and look into his eyes.  “What’s going on?”

“Maybe you should sit down,” he says cautiously.

“Maybe you should spit it out,” I suggest abruptly.

“Willa, please.”

I take a full step back, distancing my body from him, and praying my heart will follow.  “Tell me, Oak.”

He swallows and I watch his Adam’s apple bob with nervousness.

“Oak?” My throat constricts around the single word. 
What the fuck is going on?

Oh god, what if Rad is dead?

No.  No.  He wouldn’t leave me.  He wouldn’t.  Not my brother.  He’s all I have.

My thoughts swim through my mind quickly, not allowing me a second to process each one before it is replaced by another.  It feels like my eyes are spinning.

“Goddammit, Oak, just spit it out,” I shriek.

Looking forlorn, he sits down on the edge of the bed and looks up at me.  He reaches out to grasp my hand, but I wrap my arms around my waist, unconsciously shielding myself from the pain his words are sure to inflict.

“I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

My heart stops.

“I’m not really a member of the Zephyrs Motorcycle Club, or any motorcycle club for that matter.”

The blood drains from my face.

“I work for the FBI.”

There is a ringing in my ears that just won’t go away.

“I’m a Special Agent.”

My mouth falls open.

“This morning we ended an operation by apprehending all the members of the Zephyrs, plus fifteen members of a rival gang.”

My head goes light.

My knees go to jelly.

Oh, my god, I’m going to faint.

“Willa, say something,” he pleads.  I realize I’ve been standing there, staring blankly at him for who knows how long.

“I…I…You lied to me,” I stutter, bewildered.  “You lied about everything.” I’m talking more to myself than to him, but still, I speak out loud.

“Willa, baby, you have to listen to me.  Listen to me explain, please?” he beseeches, standing and taking two steps toward me.  I immediately take two steps back.  The look that crosses his face almost breaks me in two.

Pain.

Disbelief.

Helplessness.

Suddenly, I’m able to focus.  My mind clears for a split second, and I’m able to ask an important question.

“Where’s Rad?”

“He’s down at the police station.”

Oh, my god.  My boyfriend put my brother in jail.

“Get out!” I demand.  My tone is strong and firm, while inside it feels like I’m slowly disintegrating.  Wilting away from the pain.

“No.  You’re going to listen to me.”

Fuck him.  Fuck him.  Fuck him!

My eyes find my handbag and I march to it, swinging it over my shoulder.

“If you won’t leave, I will.  Get out of my way, Oak.”

He steps to the side and I grind my teeth together as I pass him, determined not to lose it in front of him.  Just as I make it by him, he grabs my elbow and pulls me into him.

His mouth slams down on mine and he kisses me hard.  My body reacts, but my mind is stronger.  She fights back, unwilling to cave.  I struggle against him, tearing myself from his grasp.  My palm meets his cheek with a resounding smack.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me again!” I hiss.

“Willa!  Willa, goddammit.  Fucking listen to me, woman.  Willa!” Oak roars after me.

I don’t turn back.  Once I clear the door, I run down the road until I find a cab.  Climbing inside, I direct him to the police station.

Thankfully, the cabbie waited for me.  When I arrived at the station, Rad was nowhere in sight.  I asked the Deputy if knew where he was, but he was no help.  All he knew was Rad wasn’t locked up with the rest of the criminals in the holding cells.

What the hell is going on?

Maybe Oak pulled some strings and got Rad a deal or something?  Or, however it works.

As I slide into the backseat of the cab and give directions to my apartment, I find myself wishing I knew more about the workings of the law.

To my surprise, Rad is waiting for me outside my apartment.  I throw some money at the driver and rush to him, flinging my arms around him.

“Oh, Rad,” I sob.  “I thought you had gone to prison.  I was so scared.  Thank god you’re okay.”

I lean back, checking him for any injuries he may have sustained.

“You didn’t escape, did you?” I ask, my eyes widening as soon as the thought presents itself in my mind.  I quickly look around, wondering if I should be hiding him in the closet, awaiting the arrival of a bunch of police officers wielding search warrants.

He chuckles, but it’s humorless.  “No.  I didn’t escape.”  He pauses, his deep blue eyes searching my face.

“Willa, we need to talk.  Let’s go inside.”

Realization hits me like a sucker punch to the gut.

“You knew,” I state. 

My mouth begins to tingle like it always does before I vomit.

“Let’s go inside and talk, Willa.”

“You knew?” This time it comes out sounding like a desperate question.

He sighs, deep and heavy before nodding his head.  Just once, but it’s enough.

“You fucking knew!  You
knew
, and you didn’t think to tell me?  How could you, Rad? How could you do that? 
Why
would you do that?  You let me be strung along, weaved into a web of lies, and you didn’t think to pull me aside and
fucking tell me?
” I’m screeching by the end of my rant.  Hot tears stream down my face and I don’t realize until a gentle breeze blows over my face and the wetness on my cheeks turns cool.

“For fuck’s sake, Willa.  Can we go inside? I don’t want every fucker within a three mile radius hearing us having it out!”

“No one is going to hear anything, Rad, because there’s nothing left to say.  Get the fuck away from me.”  I sweep past him and into my apartment, locking the door firmly behind me.

Fuck Rad.

Fuck Oak.

Fuck everyone.

He pounds on my door, shaking the wood beneath the force of his fist.

I’ll never be able to escape him if I stay here.  There’s nothing left for me here anyway.

With that, I pull out my old backpack and start packing.  An hour later, everything I own is crammed inside two small suitcases and a backpack.

I take one final look around, ignoring the good memories that try to invade my mind as my eyes move from one room to the next.

The bed Oak fucked me so sweetly on.

The wall he fucked me hard against.

The shower we washed in together.

The counter where he left me a note.

The sofa where I snuggled in his lap.

Shaking my head softly, I pick up my belongings and walk out the door, leaving behind my life, my love, my family, and the two pairs of shoes Oak bought me that I left sitting on the edge of the bed.