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Wolf
Head leaning against the tiles Wolf let the warm water cascade over his head as he stroked his hard as fucking steel dick. He needed to fucking ease the ache in his balls before he could face her again. And what do you know, just thinking about her made his dick throb in his hand. Gripping himself he started stroking hard and fast, biting down on his bottom lip as he imagined her hands around him. Holding him, jerking him off rough and hard.
He didn’t last long. His come burst from the end of his dick and splattered against the tiles as he gritted his teeth and swallowed the shout that raced up his throat. When he had milked the last of his come from his dick he sagged against the tiles with another groan.
What the fuck had he done? She was going to want to use the shower and all he could smell was his come. Fuck. Quickly rinsing the evidence from the tiles he grabbed his shower gel, dumped a generous amount in his hand and washed the tiles. Sighing with relief when the woodsy scent over took all other smells.
Washing quickly and ignoring his stupid fucking dick he got done and got out. That’s when it hit him that all he had to wear was the boxer briefs he had worn to bed. Fucking hell.
Drying off and wrapping the big bath towel around his waist like a fucking skirt he finished his business in the bathroom. His dick was still tenting the damn towel, he hoped like hell it would relax enough that it wouldn’t be so prominent once he had to go back into the room.
As he dried his hair, brushed his teeth and neatened his goatee he ignored a certain part of his anatomy and fucking finally it was relaxed enough for him to attempt leaving the room.
And of course the first fucking thing he saw as he opened the door was her, bent over as she pulled her boots out of the closet. Could he not get a fucking break?
She threw him a look over her shoulder and her eyes widened when she saw all he wore was the fucking towel. Thank fuck she quickly looked back down, grabbed her boots and the pile of clothes on the bed and scooted around him and into the bathroom. The door didn’t close softly but it wasn’t a slam either.
Sighing with relief Wolf pulled his underwear and jeans on under the towel, letting it drop to the floor once he had his ass covered. He carefully situated his dick as the fucker wasn’t getting with the program at all. He had a semi that would not go down. He had just zipped up and pulled his black tee over his head when the connecting door opened and Dive strolled in. His eyes immediately went to the bed and then to him. And what do you know, his semi disappeared. Thank fuck.
“Mornin’, she in the shower?” He growled in a still sleep rough voice.
“Ja, she didn’t have a good night. Lots of bad dreams.” Wolf replied in a voice low enough he felt sure she wouldn’t be able to hear them over the shower.
“Fuck, was afraid of that. She used to have fucked up dreams as a kid, especially when somethin’ was botherin’ her. Reid used to be the only one who could get her to talk about it. It seemed to help her sleep better. Don’t know what the fuck we’re gonna do now he’s gone.”
Wolf frowned. “He’s been gone for years, Dive. Surely she outgrew it or found someone else to talk to.”
“Nope.” Dive shook his head. “She used to call him. It was rough while he was on deployment and when he got hurt it was fuckin’ awful, worse when he disappeared. Evie used to sleep over at her place a lot back then. Fuck, I should have brought her with us but her and Magic have some shit goin’ on between them, so...” He shrugged.
Wolf was about to ask about her dreams when the bathroom door opened and she walked out on a billow of steam. Her eyes were red rimmed and she had dark circles under her tired eyes. When she saw her brother a smile broke through and lightened the darkness in her eyes. Those stunning violet-blue eyes were dark today and filled with the demons of her nightmares.
And how the fuck did he know that? Because he’d been watching her, that’s why.
This shit had to stop. She was a fucking job and the princess of a one percenter club. An untouchable as far as he and his club was concerned. They did not want to get pulled into the fucked up shit these outlaw bastards were involved with.
And if he had to repeat that to himself over and fucking over again he would.
If only his dick would fucking listen.
“Mornin’ darlin’, glad to see you’re ready and not draggin’ your ass.” Dive teased.
“Mornin’ and I’m not dragging my ass. I need breakfast. How’s your back?”
“I’m good, little sis, thanks to you.” Tilting his head towards the open door he listened then nodded. “Magic’s out of the shower. Give me five an’ we can go down for breakfast, okay?”
He didn’t give her a chance to answer. Walking out he left the connecting door open, for some reason it pissed Wolf off. And he took it out on the woman unwinding her braids and extracting the long red leather thongs loaded up with beads and silver charms from her hair.
“You need to hurry that shit up, don’t want you holding us up today.”
He watched her back go ramrod straight as she narrowed her eyes at him in the mirror.
“Fuck off. I know exactly how much time I have while Dive has his shower. Why don’t you focus on your own shit and leave me to mine.”
With that she looked away from him and went back to brushing and braiding her hair. No small braids today but all the cords were now being woven in to the thick braid that he knew would almost reach her waist once it was done.
Turning his back on her Wolf ground his back teeth together as he pulled on his socks and boots and shrugged into his kutte. Thank fuck they would be getting out of the room before he made an even bigger dick of himself. He was about to apologise when Dive and Magic walked in. Dive wasn’t wearing his kutte, strange. Magic closed the connecting door and locked it behind him while Dive walked over to Leo and slapped her on the ass, hard. The sound of the slap seemed to reverberate in the silent room.
“Ow! You fucker!” Leo jerked away and her small fist smacked into her brother’s bicep.
He grinned as he rubbed at the spot.
“Let’s go little sis, no kutte, just your jacket. Hurry up darlin’, I could seriously eat my weight in bacon right now.”
Wolf watched as she forced a smile and allowed him to lead her out of the room and into the passage where the other men were already waiting.
“She’s not lookin’ good.” Magic murmured as they made their way to the door.
“Bad night, bad dreams.”
“Fuck.” Magic swore quietly.
Following him out Wolf closed and made sure the door was locked before he walked down to the lift where the others were waiting. Leo glanced over her shoulder as he joined them. He wanted to grin when her eyes narrowed when he took her hand and drew her back and slung an arm around her, drawing her little body into the side of his.
Fuck she was short. He usually avoided women like her, tiny, short and way too fragile for him. Although he had to admit she might be short but she didn’t seem fragile. Not at all. Maybe she could take him. Shutting that thought down immediately he concentrated on the day ahead. Things would be set in motion today that would force some of their enemies out into the open. He hoped it would force them out of hiding but nothing in this life was certain.
After breakfast they headed over to the American Embassy in Sandton Drive. Wolf and the brothers had to wait outside as only Dive and Leo were allowed inside. Parking outside the Embassy was not allowed. After a short discussion the rest of them decided to find a coffee shop. Dive parked his bike in a parking garage across the street and he and Leo walked over to the entrance of the embassy while the rest of them watched over them. They would call once they were done and on their way out.
They rode around until they found a coffee bar nearby with outside seating. Sitting out on the deck drinking coffee and people watching was a weird feeling. Wolf didn’t know when last he’d had time to just sit and watch the world go by. And sitting around at the clubhouse watching his brothers and the club whores definitely didn’t count.
Reaper cleared his throat and Wolf glanced over, finding his eyes on him. “So, what exactly is your position in your club? Your patch says lieutenant but no further designation. Why?”
Wolf didn’t think it would be revealing club secrets if he answered.
“I’m one of two lieutenants that report to Beast, our enforcer.”
Narrowing his eyes in thought Reaper nodded slowly. “So when he needs somethin’ done and can’t get to it himself or needs backup he sends you. Is that right?”
Wolf nodded. “Ja, that’s about it.”
Breaker, who was sitting opposite him, leant closer to the table, keeping his voice from carrying to the other tables. “What if the job requires more than just the three of you?”
“If it does he has brothers on call who can do the job. It’s not a problem at all.” Wolf wondered where the hell this was going.
“Was Reid one of the brothers he had on call?” Lure’s eyes stayed locked on him as he wondered if he should answer.
“Why do you want to know?”
“Curious about his position in your club, that’s all.”
Wolf nodded. “Ja, he was on the list.”
They nodded as if it made sense to them. Lure glanced at Magic and Breaker, they both nodded as if in agreement. What was going on here? Lure didn’t leave him wondering for very long. And what he revealed suddenly made sense of Army’s storage unit and the man he had apparently hidden from the club.
“Reid was a trained killer behind that mask he showed the world. Fuckin’ trainin’ he had turned him into that man. Leo doesn’t know, she’s under the impression he was just a regular soldier, he wasn’t, he was a sniper. On his last deployment he was captured when their transport caught an IED, he was tortured before a SEAL team rescued him and three others. His spotter, who was a very good friend, didn’t make it. Reid blamed himself for not killin’ those fuckers. We were told they had been pinned down under heavy enemy fire and Reid took out a fuckload of their attackers before he ran out of ammo. He fought the fuckers off with his empty gun and a knife, he had a head wound, a broken leg, several burns and gashes all over his body and still he fought. He came home a changed man. Not even Leo could get through to him. The bomb and what was done to him durin’ captivity left him with big gaps in his memories. His girl, Sherri, stood by him and took all of his crap, not once complainin’. And then one day he was just gone. We tried to find him but it was as if Reid Jordan had ceased to exist.” Lure shook his head angrily.
“It almost broke Sherri but the girl is strong and with Leo and Evie takin’ her back she got through it. She came up pregnant and some of the brothers, their women and the club whores were callin’ her a slut. Leo beat them up. All of them. Male or female she didn’t give a shit, she did it. Ren found out about that shit and let’s just say blood flowed for several days as he took those fuckers apart. Maniac eventually stepped in and called it enough. Sherri was family and he made sure everyone knew it. Banned some of the club whores and warned the old ladies they would be out the door next. Ren stepped up, not because he had to, but because he wanted to. He’s been the man in Sherri’s life, and as far as the club’s concerned, he’s Lori’s dad.”
Wolf waited silently when Lure picked up his cup and sipped his coffee, he knew there was more, there had to be more.
“Then out of the blue Reid reached out to Leo. He started callin’ regularly, and at first he wouldn’t give her a number. She tried to have his calls tracked without any luck. But our girl is nothin’ if not determined. She badgered him until he gave in and gave her his number. Leo brought it straight to the club, she wanted to know where he was so she could go find him and bring him back. I don’t know what Grave and Maniac said to her but they got her to back off.”
Lure looked right at him and something in his eyes had Wolf steeling his spine.
“Leo gave Reid’s number to their Mama and she started talkin’ to her boy. And then the calls just stopped. For two fuckin’ months we all held our breaths and watched her, because we knew, we fuckin’ knew. If somethin’ had happened to Reid then Leo was goin’ to lose her fuckin’ mind. That’s why we were sent here with her. Not because our Prez wanted us away from the shit at the club. We are here to watch over her, to make sure she comes home in one piece. She’s very good at hidin’ what’s goin’ on in that head of hers. You need to keep an eye out. Somethin’ is cookin’ inside there and it’s not goin’ to be good when it explodes. Leo isn’t the spoilt little princess y’all seem to believe she is. She’s fuckin’ dangerous when she’s riled. Fair warnin’, keep that in mind when you’re dealin’ with her.”
Lure sat back as if he had said his piece and was now done. Jesus, all the information he had just given him was fucking overwhelming. He had to get to his prez as soon as he could and let him know. He had reservations about some of the stuff though. Should he tell him about what he had learned about Leo or should he keep it to himself for now?
He didn’t know and he wasn’t going to make a decision until he was certain about the best thing to do.
“I have a question that’s been fuckin’ with my head since yesterday.” Hunter, one of the Devil’s Spawn said with a frown. “What the fuck was that old bitch’s problem with Leo? She doesn’t know the girl, had never met her but she gets into her face full of pissed off attitude. What’s up with that?”
Shit. He had hoped no one would ask him about Beryl’s attitude yesterday.
“I have no idea, man. I’m as much in the dark as you are.” Wolf shrugged because he didn’t have an answer for them.
“You gonna let it slide?” Reaper watched him intently as he waited for Wolf to answer.
“No, can’t do that, but I’ll have to be fucking careful how I approach her because she’s club royalty and I’m just a lieutenant. I’ll talk to my prez, find out what’s going on and try to stop that shit. But I don’t think it’ll change anything. Beryl pretty much rules at the clubhouse, Hawk lets her do and say as she pleases because she’s his father’s sister and she raised him after his mother passed away. I think it’s hard for him to deny her anything.”
Breaker snorted. “If you don’t sort it you need to know Leo will do it for you. She’ll take only so much shit before she decides she’s had enough.”
Before Wolf could answer Lure’s phone rang and everyone looked at him.
“Yeah, okay. No problem, we’re leavin’ now. Meet you there.”
He stood and slid his phone into his pocket.
“They’re done and on their way out. Let’s go.”
Dive didn’t look happy when they met up with them at the parking garage. Neither did Leo. Wolf wasn’t the only one who thought that.
“What did they say? How soon can we take our brother home?” Breaker asked as he handed Dive his kutte.
“It’s not gonna be as easy as that. We need paperwork, paperwork that we don’t fuckin’ have. I have no fuckin’ idea who did Reid’s paperwork, all I do know is it’s fuckin’ useless because they used the wrong fuckin’ name. We need to get back to the clubhouse so we can sort this shit before the meetin’. Let’s ride.”
He threw a look at his sister Wolf didn’t get. “Get on your ol’ man’s bike, Leo. We’re not gonna talk about this now.”
His pretend old lady huffed as she snatched her helmet from his hands, shoved it on her head and got on behind him. She sat as far away from him as she possibly could and Wolf grinned behind his bandanna. Not about to allow that shit. Grabbing her by her thighs he dragged her forward, right up against him, settling her warm little body against his back. The little shit tried to move away the minute he let her go but a quick swat to her thigh had her hissing angrily but staying right where he had put her.
He ignored how good it felt, and concentrated on keeping his eyes on the road instead.
Riding into the compound with none of his brothers but with the Shadow Wraiths and the Devil’s Spawn at his back was a strange experience because he got no chin lifts in greeting, no quick waves or even a nod. Cold eyes watched them as they rode up to the clubhouse and parked.
What the fuck?
It was as he was walking through the common room towards the bar that he heard the whispers. Whispers from fucking pussy hangarounds and wanna be bikers. Who shouldn’t have been allowed through the gate in the first place.
“Fucking traitor.”
“Filthy little club whore.”
“Filthy whore.”
“Going to fuck that tight ass ‘till it bleeds.”
Every single bit of restraint flew out the non-existent windows in the room. Handing his woman off to Dive he dragged the bastard out of his little group of ass-lickers and proceeded to take him apart before moving on to his shocked little pussy friends. Blood flew, bones cracked and broke, he heard women screaming faintly in the background because all he could see, all he could hear were the bastards that had disrespected and threatened his old lady.
Hands grabbed him as he laid the fourth fucker out and started kicking the shit out of all of them. He fought against the hands but more hands came to drag him off the bastards on the floor. Only when he heard Beast’s voice did he calm a little bit.
“Calm, brother, you need to calm the fuck down before you kill them.”
Panting with rage he jerked himself out of the hands holding him and pointed at the four on the floor then at the rest of the shocked brothers and whores.
“I hear another fucking disrespecting word about my old lady and I will fucking end you. Don’t care who the fuck you are. You get me? You have anything to say you bring it to me, you don’t stand around and whisper like a pissy little bitch. And threatening to fucking violate a woman? Not in this fucking club, never in this fucking club! I have no fucking idea how you got hangaround status or got through the gate but be aware you are on fucking notice. I will fucking get rid of all of you sooner or later. Step out of line, go on, I fucking dare you. Test me, motherfuckers, I’m here, waiting.”
Deathly silence hung over the shocked men and women until Ice’s voice broke it.
“Wolf, brother, let’s get to the office.” Pointing at the men on the floor he issued further orders. “Beast, take Boots, Spook, Dizzy and Rider and lock these little bastards down. Prez wants them in front of the officers later today.” Looking around the common room he pointed at the women who had been with the assholes. “You bitches are done. Get your fucking asses out of my club and do not come back. Fuck off, now.”
Wolf breathed deep to try and calm the rage still roaring through him. A small hand slipping around his wrist succeeded where he didn’t. Taking a calming breath he looked down into glowing violet-blue eyes. Fuck, they really did look like they were glowing. She smirked up at him, patting his back with her free hand.
“Next time you start breaking heads, baby, please leave some for me.” She joked.
There were no second thoughts, he grabbed her, lifted her up and slammed his mouth down over hers. He felt her smile against his lips before she opened for him and his sank his tongue into her mouth and kissed the rage right out of his system.
The kiss served two purposes, number one it calmed him the fuck down, and number two it served as a notice to the watching men and sluts that she was his.
Dragging his head away from hers he smacked her ass hard then set her down, grabbed her hand and took her down to Hawk’s office. He ignored his racing heart and his hard as fuck dick.
It had been for show. All for show.
She wasn’t his. Would never be his.
There could never be more between them than what they had now. Pretence.
Blowing out a hard breath Wolf followed Ice into his president’s office. But he narrowed his eyes when he saw who was waiting for them. DC and Beryl sat in the chairs in front of his boss’s desk. Leading his woman to the couch against the wall Wolf sat down then pulled her into his lap.
“Morning, Prez, ladies.” That was as much as he could manage.
No answering greetings, at all.
“You caused a little bit of a ruckus out there, Wolf. Want to explain what the fuck happened?”
And immediately the rage he had banked down flamed back into existence.
“I thought we treated women like fucking human beings in this club. I thought we didn’t threaten to violate a woman and laugh about it as if it’s a joke in this club. I thought we didn’t disrespect a man’s old lady in this club.” Wolf pointed at the door. “That fucking shit out there just proved me wrong.”
It wasn’t his prez who reacted, but DC, her eyes wide and shocked.
“What? Are you sure?”
Wolf ignored her as he stared at his prez, waiting for his reaction. Hawk didn’t disappoint.
“You’re not going to answer my old lady, Wolf?”
Wolf didn’t look away from his president. He didn’t answer his question, instead he gave him the truth as he knew it.
“I learnt from your mistake, Prez. I’m not going to leave my old lady vulnerable to attack from fuckers inside my club, not now, not ever. You gave me this assignment. You knew I would protect her with my life. This is me protecting her as you ordered.”
Hawk didn’t get a chance to answer because Beryl jumped right into the conversation.
“How can you disrespect your president like that? She’s not worthy of your protection. We all saw that filthy kutte on her back. She’s the property of a club, not of one of its brothers. We all know what she is. You need to get her out of here and keep her away from the decent women in this club. Because of her influence Genna isn’t talking to me. It’s all her fault.”
He felt Leo’s muscles going solid under his hands and he put his hand over her mouth as she opened her mouth to reply making sure to cup his hand so those snapping teeth of hers didn’t get anywhere near his fingers.
“No, Leo, don’t say a word. This is mine.” He said softly. Looking over at Dive and the other men he lifted a brow and they all nodded. Rage clear on their faces.
“Prez, why didn’t you inform your family about my old lady and who she really is?” Wolf shook his head. “I know this is some kind of play, I know it but I don’t understand it.” Looking at Beryl he threw her a cold snarl.
“My old lady is no club whore, Beryl. She’s a valuable part of her MC’s mother chapter in Savannah where her father is the VP. You think her family would have her working on her back in their club? You think Army would have allowed that shit? Your attitude is disappointing as fuck and has opened my eyes to who you really are. Judging people without getting the facts is short sighted and leaves you looking like a fucking asshole.”
Beryl gave him wide shocked eyes, her face almost as white as the shirt she was wearing.
“Wolf.” Hawk growled. “You will respect my aunt or we’ll have problems.”
Wolf shook his head. “We already have problems, Hawk.”
“Jesus.” Dive snarled. “Can we get this shit done with so we can get to our business and get out of here? The air in this clubhouse stinks of prejudice.”
Hawk threw his head back against the back of his chair and sighed.
“I’m sorry, Wolf, Leo. I’ve been trying to get her to tell me what her problem with Leo was and she wouldn’t tell me. This was my fucked up play to get to the truth.” Hawk apologised.
His president’s yellow eyes zeroed in on his aunt. “Aunt Beryl, you need to stop your shit and apologise to Leo. Like I told you, over and over, she’s Army’s sister and if you had stayed at the party you would have realised how close they were when we had the speeches. Don’t know what the hell is going on with you but it stops right here, right now.”
They all watched in amazement as the woman’s anger deflated like a balloon and her shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry, Hawk. I saw her kutte and bad things from the past raised its ugly head and clouded my judgement. I’m sorry, Leo. I hope you can forgive me. I hope all of you can forgive my short sighted reaction. Wolf, I disrespected you and your old lady, I’m so sorry, please find it in your heart to forgive me. I know you find it hard to forgive, have seen it more than once over the years, but please, I need you to do it this time.”
Tightening his arms around Leo’s waist he slowly let go. Raking his fingers through his hair Wolf drew in a deep breath.
“Fine, Beryl. I forgive you but I can’t forget that your attitude and opinions sparked the shit my woman and I had to go through out there. I had to protect my woman in my own fucking clubhouse. Won’t be able to forget that.”
She nodded sadly. “I’m so sorry, Wolf. I caused all that out there. I promise I’ll fix it.”
Hawk looked at her with narrowed eyes. “If you had been open with me none of this shit would have happened, Aunt Beryl. Please, I love you, but you pull this shit again and I won’t be able to protect you from the consequences.”
She visibly cringed before nodding.
“I know, son. It won’t ever happen again, I promise.” She stood. “I have to get to the kitchen to make sure we’re on track for dinner. I hope all of you will join us. Please.” She aimed her request at Leo.
Leo tipped her head to the side and watched Beryl out of narrowed eyes then gave a decisive nod. “Thank you. We accept the invitation.”
He wasn’t taken in by the change in her attitude, not at all. Leo had weighed up the pros and cons and made her decision accordingly. He wouldn’t be surprised if she was using this as a fact finding mission. His woman was the perfect old lady.
“Right.” Hawk’s voice pulled his attention back to his president. “Now that we’ve got that shit sorted let’s get to the meeting.” He looked at his old lady. “Little bird, will you look after Leo while we’re busy, please?”
DC nodded with a grin. “Sure, I have a lot of questions and I’m sure so does she.”
Not very much later Wolf left his woman sitting at the bar with DC. He glared around the common room and several eyes avoided his but a few of the brothers gave him nods or chin lifts, assuring him they had his back.
That was as it should be.
Walking down to the chapel with Dive he shrugged when the man slapped his back and nodded, saying a lot without saying a word.
