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Kid
He saw her the minute she walked out onto the deck.
She stood out like a shining beacon amongst the other women. Not only because she was fucking tall and beautiful, there was something about her that drew your eyes. It had to be the aura of power that surrounded her.
Tonight she looked nothing like the woman he had met in Cape Town. Apparently that woman had been the badass, this one was the siren. A siren who was tempting him to do bad things to her.
Her jeans were tight and hung low on her hips, showing off her toned lower stomach and tattooed hips. He wanted to pull her pants down and inspect those tattoos but it was the glittering piercing in her belly button that had him salivating. He wondered if she had more piercings. Maybe in her nipples or even her pussy. Fuck, if she had a piercing in her pussy he wanted to curl his tongue around it and play. If she didn’t then they would get it taken care of.
The thought had him suck in a breath and try to calm down. She wasn’t his and he had to remember it. He didn’t need complications once the job was done and he walked away. He didn’t have the time or patience to expend on a woman.
He listened with half-an-ear to the brothers around him and ignored the women completely. They were party girls and none of them were going to get a piece of him. There was only one woman he wanted on his cock and she was a damned job. He was fucked, so totally fucked.
Unless.
What if they had a little fun while working the job? What if she was on board with a little fucking while they took care of their syndicate problem? They had two weeks before she had to be back in Cape Town, just enough time to fuck her out of his system. It would be perfect.
He gave her time to settle in with her girls but he never lost sight of her. Kept his eyes on her all the time.
When she went inside he watched from a dark corner and followed when she walked out again. As arranged Jinx was at their table and Kid made his way over as soon as they started chatting.
From there on it was easy to stake his claim in front of his brothers and the brothers from other clubs. He had seen several who had watched her with hungry eyes. Not going to happen. She was his.
For now. Only for now.
Walking her out and kissing her hadn’t been part of the plan but he couldn’t resist that mouth. And when she moaned when he bit her? His cock became a steel pole in his pants. It was as natural as breathing to rub against her. Her whispered tease almost had him coming like a school boy who was rubbing his cock against his first pussy.
She was fucking pierced and his very own wet dream.
It sealed her fate. He was going to fuck her until both of them couldn’t breathe and then he was going to do it over and over again. And once he was done he would walk away, satiated and with the siren fucked out of his system.
He had to turn around and walk away after the kiss otherwise he would have dragged her out of the car, thrown her down on the bonnet and fucked her hard and raw. Put on a show for anyone who wanted to watch as he owned her pussy.
As he walked away the kiss played over and over in his head. She liked a bite of pain and she was pierced. Would she be into the kind of play he liked? Not only liked but needed.
He fucking hoped so because then she would be the perfect woman for him.
Strong enough to take him on and hopefully into a bit of pain with her sex.
Shaking his thoughts off he went looking for Rock to tell him he was leaving. His brother was hanging out with Spider and wanted to stay, so after taking his leave he grabbed his shit from the lockers at the entrance to the pub and left.
Tomorrow would be an important day for him...and for her.
Noelle. Never Face, she was Noe to him. His Noe.
Fuck. This was not going to end well. He just knew it.
But he also knew he didn’t care. He hadn’t been this turned on and intrigued by a woman ever. Not even the submissive he had been playing with exclusively for the last few months held his attention the way Noelle did.
And he knew when whatever this was between them ended he would not return to the submissive. He wouldn’t be able to.
And the fact that he knew it at this early stage was chilling.
He was fucked whichever way he looked at it.
He slept badly and felt like shit when he got up. A shower and jerking his cock to fantasies of Noelle didn’t help either.
Nor was he happy to see Hawk at the kitchen table waiting for him.
“Get some breakfast, brother, then bring your coffee to my office.” His president ordered as he picked up his mug and left the kitchen.
Shit.
And as ordered he quickly ate his breakfast then took his coffee to his prez’s office.
The door stood open but he closed it behind him and sat down across the desk from his best friend.
“How did it go?”
“I’m picking her up at ten and taking a ride out to Zeffers.” Kid answered and took a sip of his coffee.
“Who’s riding with you? You know the rule, no one rides alone.”
“I know Boss, I thought I’d take Rock, Dizzy and Buzz with me.”
He nodded. “Good choice. How are things working out between you and your brother?”
“We’re good. He’s a good man and loyal as fuck to his club. There might be tension between him and his prez right now but at the end of the day he’s a Sinner to his core.”
“Will their shit have any impact on what we’re trying to accomplish?”
Kid immediately shook his head. “No, not at all, Prez. It’s family business that he won’t allow to cross over into club business. Rock is solid to the core.”
“Good to know. And the woman you’re seeing later? What’s your take on her?”
Shit, how to answer his prez? Honesty, always honesty.
“Noelle is a certified badass, Prez. You’ll see when I bring her around, anyone fuck with her or her girls she’ll take them down, no hesitation.” Kid thought about it for a minute then laid it out for his prez. “On the other hand I think she’s a bit lost. Finding out her family isn’t who she thought they were had to be fucking hard. I know how I felt so I can imagine what she’s going through. And then there’s what she has to do to get clear of the damned Syndicate. It’s not going to be easy or without pain. We all know it, we’re expecting it. And most of it is going to fall on her shoulders.”
Hawk pushed his coffee mug away with a frown. “Do you think she’s strong enough to take on Murchison and his goons? I don’t feel comfortable sending a woman out into certain danger.”
“Wait until you meet her, Prez. You’ll see what I mean when you do. Sometimes she gets this look in her eyes that reminds me of Crow.”
“Fucking hell, that’s not good news, brother.”
“I think it is. It means there’s more to her than Murchison knows and it might just protect her from the worst he’ll throw at her. He already fucked up her face, but he had to drug her to do it. She won’t fall for that shit again and this time she’ll be the one doing the cutting.” Kid tried to explain his gut feel about the woman he could not get out of his head.
Hawk tipped his head back and stared at him, his yellow eyes glinting from between his narrowed eyelids. “Why do I get the feeling that this bitch means more to you than just a job, Kid?”
Kid shook his head and shrugged. “I can’t give you an answer, Hawk. There’s just something about her that gets to me.”
And then his president shocked the shit out of him.
“You think she’ll be into the type of games you like to play with the submissives at your club?”
“What?”
Shaking his head Hawk continued as if Kid hadn’t frozen in his chair.
“You think I don’t know about the BDSM shit? I’ve always known, brother, and I don’t fucking care. You do you, and as long as it doesn’t impact the club I don’t give a fuck. I know you felt you had to keep it from us but you’ll be surprised by how many of the men like their sex a bit on the rough side.” He shrugged one shoulder. “And I include myself in that number.”
Kid drew in a deep breath to try and explain. “Hawk, I don’t just like rough sex, that’s not it at all. I like pain. I like giving it and receiving it.”
“So? What’s so bad about that? If your woman is into it as well where’s the harm?” He grinned. “It’s not like you’re running around kidnapping women and keeping them in your dungeon, now is it?”
He had to grin. “I wouldn’t say no to having my very own dungeon where I can tie my woman up and play.”
Suddenly Hawk became dead serious. “If you need something like that brother we can make a plan for you. No sweat. You know this, right?”
Throwing his hands up with a laugh he shook his head. “No, Prez, I don’t’ need a dungeon or shit like that. I have the club if I need to blow off some steam.”
“Right. Fuck. Never thought I’d talk to my best friend about his fucking sex life.” Hawk waved a hand as if to wipe it all away. “Let’s get back to business.”
Kid waited to see what his boss wanted to talk about.
“What is your take on Dominick getting involved? Do you think he’s going to go through with the plan or not? His family business is at stake here.”
At least this Kid could answer with ease.
“He’s definitely going through with this, Boss. Like I told you when I got home, he wants to take the Syndicate down and reclaim his throne, so to speak. And he needs Noelle to help him do it. I’m not sure, but I feel like those two have been playing a long game with the Syndicate.”
Tapping on his chin he frowned as he went over everything he had seen and heard while in Cape Town.
“Yes, I do believe there’s something going on behind the scenes that we’re not aware of.”
“Then I need you to find out what that is and if there’s any danger to the club.” Hawk was pissed again. “Maybe the engagement is somehow part of that play.”
“No I don’t think so, I think it’s Dom’s way to protect her and keep her out of Murchison’s clutches. Everyone knows he’s going to try and force her back into Syndicate business and when she refuses he’s going to lash out. Having Dom’s name tied to hers might just protect her from the worst he would want to do to her.”
It fucking sucked to know the confident and beautiful woman he saw last night was going to get hurt and there was nothing they could do to stop it. They had to let it play out.
“We both know Dom is fucking ruthless and if it serves his purposes he would let her swing in the breeze.”
Kid had his arms crossed over his chest as he thought about it and then shook his head.
“Not this time, Prez. Somehow he’s connected to this woman and protective of her. He’s the one who informed her she’s not Murchison daughter but he kept something back. He did say he would give her more once the shit calms down. I have a theory though.”
Hawk raised an eyebrow in question and Kid explained his theory.
“She looks nothing like her sister or her mother. And I know sometimes a child only shows the traits of one parent but there’s not a single thing that links her to her mother or her mother’s family. I asked Ziggy to dig into her background and we both think she isn’t related. What if she was kidnapped to be sold and for some reason Murchison held on to her?”
Hawk was silent for a beat, pulling on the ends of his goatee as he mulled it over.
“Fuck. If I look at it from my own perspective I’d be fucking pissed off. If it was me and I found out what he had done he would die, slow and very fucking bloody.”
“She would do the same, and go after him with everything she has. Dom knows her and knows what she would do. I think that’s why he didn’t give her more information but you can bet your ass that hacker of hers is looking into it. No matter how deep Murchison tried to bury it, she will find it and then shit’s going to hit the fan.”
Hawk stretched and groaned. “Well, let’s hope she’s too busy right now to focus all her attention on the puzzle of Noelle’s parentage.”
“You and me both, Prez, you and me both. Anything else you need to discuss? I need to get ready and get out of here soon.”
“Go, brother.” Hawk waved a hand towards the door. “Go see your woman and report back later. Enjoy the ride.”
His woman? Ja, maybe for now she could be that. But only for now. Only for now.
“See you later, Prez.”
Leaving the door open behind him Kid left the office and ran up to his room. He was looking forward to the ride and having her on the back of his bike.
That stopped him in his tracks.
He didn’t put women on the back of his bike. But he was going to do so today.
Another change in his life he never saw coming.
So many fucking changes lately. Where was it going to stop?
Forcing himself to move he unlocked his bedroom door and concentrated on getting ready to ride. He would think about the rest sometime in the future, just not today.
Today he wanted to feel the sun on his body, the wind in his face and his woman against his back.
Everything else could wait.
And calling her his woman had to stop because she wasn’t that at all. She was a job he was undertaking for his club. He needed to remember that, however much she called to him, it could never be more.
She was a convicted criminal with a spotty record since she was released. He didn’t believe she was as clean as Bruno Nichols made her out to be.
And that’s why Ziggy was still digging into all the women in her crew.
They were trying to find out if she was clear of the Syndicate or whether she’s been working for them all along and this was all a con. A con to ensnare Dom and the club in the sticky tentacles of the fucking Syndicate.
Personally he didn’t believe it. He had seen her and Dom together and they were as close as siblings or even lovers. No way would the woman who sat beside Dom in War’s office in Cape Town betray Dominick Maingarde.
They were chasing their own tails and the sooner Ziggy got off that wild goose chase and focussed on the important shit the better.
And talk about the devil. Ziggy was standing with a lifted hand in front of his door when he opened it to leave.
“Hey, brother, what can I do for you?”
Ziggy was frowning but not his pissed off frown it was more a confused one.
“I’ve spent the night searching for anything that might link her and her crew to the Syndicate and there’s nothing. Not a single speck of dirt to be found.” He gave a tiny little smile. “Not that they’re squeaky, they’re not. They do less than legal shit for Dom, I’m sure of it.” He shrugged. “I just can’t prove it. As soon as I find a trail it disappears. Someone is out there cleaning up their backdoor and everything is disappearing, wiped as if it never existed. Whoever is doing it is damned good and I would love to meet him.”
“It’s a her, brother, not a him. Noelle has someone called Star on her crew and apparently she’s freaky good with computer shit. She was in prison with her, so if you dig from that end you should be able to find out who she is. I don’t know her real name, they just called her Star.”
It was as if Ziggy got a shot of adrenalin straight into his bloodstream.
“If she is who I think she is then she was a child prodigy who disappeared rather abruptly. She was in prison? Do you know how long?”
“Sorry, Zig, no clue and I can’t ask about shit like that, it will be too suspicious. Maybe at a later date.”
Ziggy waved his hands in the air as he started backing away. “No need. I’ve got this now that I know where to start looking.”
He was muttering to himself as he disappeared down the stairs.
Pulling his door closed and locking it Kid followed him downstairs. The common room was empty and he was grateful for it. He didn’t want to answer any fucking questions.
He was already wearing his kutte over his tee but he shoved the clean hoody he had brought with him into his saddlebag. It was summer and though the day looked like it was going to be hot there might be thunderstorms later. He was prepared in case either of them felt the chill after the rain.
Shaking his head he sat on his bike and waited for his men to join him. He had given them all a wake up text earlier.
Pulling his phone out he checked the time. They had thirty minutes to get to the house the women were renting. Enough time if the assholes were up and ready to ride.
With his legs stretched out he sat on his bike he waited.
Dizzy was the first one out and it was obvious he had not tied one on last night. He was fresh and ready for the day.
The other two not so much.
They came walking out shortly after and both groaned as the sunlight hit their eyes and dark glasses immediately appeared. They were both hung over as hell.
“Hey, little brother, you ready to ride this morning or should I call someone to take your place?” Kid teased.
“Fuck you.” Rock growled. “I might be feeling like shit but I’m still perfect to ride and cover your ass.”
“What he said.” Buzz growled.
Looking the two over as they got on their bikes he hid his grin as he tied his bandanna around his neck and pulled on his helmet then flipped up the visor to slide his sunglasses on. Opening and closing his hands to settle his fingerless gloves he threw a leg over his bike.
Rocking it off the stand he started it and listened to the roar that signified freedom to him. It had always been that to him. Freedom. A freedom that came with brothers at his back. Who could ask for anything more?
Not him, not ever.
Until now. Until this woman that he could not stop thinking about, could not stop jerking off to.
It had to stop because she interfered with the way he lived his life and he couldn’t have that.
Maybe once he’s fucked her he would be able to shake this feeling. Maybe then he’d be more centered and able to take back control of his life.
Nodding to himself he pulled out with Dizzy next to him and Rock and Buzz guarding his back. And didn’t that just show him what his life was all about.
His brothers. His club.
He didn’t have space in his life for anything else.
No woman. No rug rats.
Just him and his club.
Feeling the wind in his face and sun on his back he settled in for the ride to pick up the woman who was fucking up his plans for his life.
She made him want more than he deserved.
And he couldn’t allow that.
