Chapter 33

~Ax~

 

“Yeah? Well, fuck you too! When you’ve calmed down and you’re ready to talk, you come find me! ‘Til then, enjoy your little temper tantrum!” I thunder at Rox, before slamming the door to my room and storming out into the hall.

I thrust my fist into the wall. “Shit!”

Someone clears their throat behind me. Great.

I turn to see a bunch of the boys standing there staring at me. Smiter, Runner, Grit and Trig.

Smiter’s shaking his head. Grit and Runner look like they’ve just witnessed something fucking hilarious. Trig’s just rolling his eyes.

“What?” I snap.

“Woman trouble?” Runner asks, fighting to keep a straight face.

He snorts and that’s it. The four of ‘em burst out laughing, unable to help themselves.

When they calm down, Grit clears his throat and tells me, “Your temper ain’t gonna work here.”

Is he really giving me advice? I thought he hated Rox. As the only married guy outta the four of ‘em, he’s got the experience under his belt on how to keep his woman happy. Runner’s a whore. Smiter ain’t as bad, but he don’t do relationships. And Trig’s been divorced three times.

“What you expect me to do when she won’t listen?”

“You listen, dickhead.”

Smiter nods.

“Nah, he needs to tame the bitch,” Runner comments.

I start towards him. “What’d you call her?”

Smiter throws out his arm, holding me back.

“Runner, take a hike,” Grit says.

Runner grumbles, but takes off anyway. He knows better than to take on Grit. The guy could pound him into the ground in a second. Got close to a hundred pounds on him.

“Let’s you and me get a drink,” Grit says.

I blow out a breath. “Fine.”

As we start walking away, I notice Smiter lingering in the hallway. “What you doing?”

“Gonna see her.”

What? “She ain’t dressed. No way you going in there.”

He holds up his hands. “All right. Chill.”

I know he was staying with Rox while he was in Brockford, but how close did they get exactly? I can’t help it; jealously surges through me. Ain’t liking this one bit.

“Ax, we need to talk first,” Trig says, cutting through my thoughts.

“All right. There’ll be a whiskey waiting for you,” Grit says taking off with Smiter following. He glares at me as he walks by and I glare right back at him. I ain’t forgotten ‘bout him taking his fist to me. Shit, yeah, the way he was defending her then too. Just more fuel to add to the fire.

“Ax!” Trig hisses at me.

I blink back my thoughts and pull my shit together. “Yeah, I’m with you,” I say, folding my arms across my chest and leaning against the wall opposite him.

“I ain’t heard nothing from you on Skinner. What’s going on?”

“A whole load of nothing,” I lie. “I’m reaching out to my guys, tryin’ to get a lead.”

Trig nods slowly. “I see.”

“No reports from Rox or our guys in Brockford on any sightings either,” I add.

“I want that asshole in the ground, Ax.”

“No more than me, Trig. I feel you.”

He slaps my shoulder. “Keep me posted.”

“You got it.”

He turns to go, but stops and smiles back at me, “Ax?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad we’re on the same page now after our disagreement a few weeks back. Need you in my corner, brother.”

I smile back. “Yeah, Prez.”

He walks off and I scowl at his back. Brother? What a load of bull.

My fists are clenched so fucking tightly that I’m almost drawing blood from my palms. I’ve gotten pretty damn good at acting with him ever since Dealer told me what he’s really tryin’ to do here. But it still makes my blood boil. Tryin’ to screw me over is the ultimate betrayal.

This club’s supposed to be a brotherhood, but with him as Prez—the way he is these days—it’s fucking all that up. The crazy bastard’s tryin’ to take me out. In a real smart way too, making me think he’s doing me a favor by giving me club backing to go after Skinner when really he’s tryin’ to send me to my death.

I hate this shit. Hate keeping something as huge as this from the boys. Dealer being alive—the former Prez of the club—ain’t no small thing. But I got no choice. The more people who know, the more likely someone’ll slip up and make Trig suspicious.

No, for now, I gotta play this safe.

 

 

***

 

Well, I didn’t have just one drink with Grit. He was on a role, hitting me with his relationship words of wisdom and I ended up drinking through the afternoon right into the night. Shit, it’s been a while since I’ve been this fucked up.

At least I’m finally relaxed. Subdued, is a better word. Can’t really be relaxed with all the shit going on even if I wanted to be.

I ain’t spoken to Rox since our blow up this morning after she freaked out when she woke up and found me sleeping next to her. Apparently, I had no right, cuz I took off on her.

If she only knew the truth. If I could tell her, she’d see how much doing that killed me and how much I fucking want her. I gotta find another way to show her, cuz it’s clear where her anger’s coming from now. I can’t believe it took Grit to make me realize it, but then again I’m dense when it comes to all this relationship stuff. I dunno the goddamn rules.

She’s hurt. That’s why she’s so damn angry and flares up at every single thing I say right now.

She’s been holed up in my room all day. I packed her cell phone before I drove her up here, so she’s probably been doing her business and shit on it. At least she’s occupied. Good, cuz the last thing I want is her coming down here tonight. The clubhouse had been on lockdown for weeks, but with no move from the Mavs in all that time and the fact that morale needed a boost from the stresses and isolation of lockdown, Trig decided it was a good idea to throw a pussy party tonight. Shit. Of all the fucking nights. I’ve already recognized ‘bout half a dozen bitches I’ve fucked in the past. Some of ‘em are recent too, just before I met Rox. Thankfully, Grit’s been fielding ‘em away.

We’re taking a break from the craziness right now, having a smoke outside.

“Appreciate your help, brother.”

He shrugs. “I got some knowledge. Just happy I finally got someone to share it with other than Mullet.”

Yeah, Mullet ain’t exactly the poster boy for a great husband. Sure, he’s been married for ‘round twenty years, but he fucks ‘round on his wife all the time and don’t apologize for it. Fine if that’s how he wants to do things, but that ain’t me.

“Thought you hated Rox. Why you helping me out with her?”

Normally, I’d just leave it, but I guess the alcohol’s doing the talking for me now.

“I’ve had a chance to calm down. Seeing her again without no warning was a shock. But she ain’t that bad. Also, Smiter’s been talking her up to all the boys.”

Smiter and his thing with Rox again. What the fuck? I take a harsh drag of my smoke and manage to ask calmly, “Yeah, what’s he been saying?”

“Just that she’s a diamond in the ruff. Golden. Explaining to me that she don’t respond well to male aggression and it flips her switch. Makes sense what went down between me and her now. Also, tried to win us over with her bike. A fucking Triumph, man? I was too pissed to notice that day. Damn.”

“Yeah. Sweet bike.”

“She ride well?”

“Yeah. Real well. Kinda reckless.”

He laughs. “Kindred spirits, you two then.”

“Hey, I don’t do that shit no more. I ride safe now.”

He slaps my shoulder. “Sure.” He stubs out his smoke. “I’m gonna head back in. You coming, or you gonna fire up another, chain smoker?”

“Another.”

He gives me a chin lift and then hauls open the door. The noise inside leaks through ‘til he closes it.

I take my time enjoying my second smoke and then I make my way back inside too.

As I walk back over to the bar, I stop in my tracks at what I see.

Rox is making her way through the crowded clubhouse, her eyes darting ‘round, taking everything in. She has a sly smirk on her face. That devilish, dangerous look of hers. The one she always flashes me when she wants to fuck.

The issue is she ain’t flashing it at me right now. She’s flashing it at everybody. All the boys that look her way. And they’re all looking her way, cuz she’s made sure of it with what she’s wearing.

Fucking hell.

She’s wearing the tiniest pair of black shorts I’ve ever seen, a pair of thigh-high leather boots and one of my club t-shirts tied at the sides and raised up just below her tits, exposing her entire fucking stomach. Hell, no. This ain’t flying with me. Just the sight of her is making my cock hard, but I’m sure that goes for every goddamn guy seeing her right now. And that don’t sit well with me at all.

As I start to make my way over to her, my fists clench as I see Smiter take her arm, whisper something in her ear and lead her over to one of the couches in the corner. She sits down next to him as he sips at the beer bottle in his hand. Opposite, two club whores are talking, their eyes darting ‘round looking for their next taste of cock. They don’t bother with Smiter who’s right fucking in front of ‘em cuz he’s with my girl and they’re clearly thinking the two of ‘em are together. Argh!

I storm over there, pushing through the crowds too damn slowly, cuz of how drunk I am. Shit. When I finally make it over there, Rox is holding Smiter’s beer and drinking from it. So many things wrong with this picture. First, she’s pregnant so she shouldn’t be drinking that shit. Second, my woman shouldn’t be drinking a beer that ain’t hers or her man’s. It’s a fucking insult to me.

As I approach, Smiter catches my eye and I see the worry there. Yeah, he knows what I ain’t happy ‘bout and quickly snatches the bottle back.

“Ax, baby,” one of the girls cries, running her hand up my arm.

I snatch it away and snap, “Fuck off, Shelly.”

“First name basis, huh?” Rox comments.

“Come on, Ax. You can have both of us again,” Shelly continues.

Jesus. This shit’s making me look real bad in front of Rox. Like I need her more pissed at me. “Shut it! Get the fuck away from here!” I thunder. They shrink back, but still stand there. “Now!”

That gets ‘em moving. They scramble away quickly. It’s then that I realize everybody’s looking my way. Guess I was louder than I thought. Screw it. I don’t care.

“Not very smooth for a slut like you, Ax,” Rox comments.

“Don’t start with me.”

She reaches for Smiter’s beer. That’s it! I snatch it outta her hand and throw it against the wall. It smashes loudly over in the corner. If eyes weren’t on me before, they are now.

“Ax, take it down, brother,” Smiter cautions me, getting to his feet.

“What you getting to your feet for? Gonna challenge me? Love to see that. I put you down once before, couple of years back. Happy to do it again. Step on up. Show my girl who the big man really is.”

He raises his eyebrows. “You’re trashed.”

“My fucking prerogative.”

I shift my glare from him to Rox. “Get back upstairs,” I order her.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Do it. Now.”

She folds her arms and stays where she’s at.

I lean into her and growl in her ear, “You look like a fucking club whore. Every guy in here is eye-fucking you and I don’t like it. You feel me?”

“I don’t care,” she says, shoving me back. “You left me, so you have no claim.”

“Like fuck, I don’t. You’re having my kid.”

“You don’t want me!”

“Yeah? That what you think, even after I explained?”

No answer.

“Is it, Rox?”

“Yes.”

“You wanna see how much I want you?” I thunder.

It’s then that I realize the entire place is silent. All eyes on us. First time I’ve ever made this kinda scene in my life. Whatever. Got more important shit to worry ‘bout. I grab the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head.

Rox gasps when she sees the tattoo on my chest and her name right there for the world to see.

“Oh my God, Neil.”

“Yeah.”

Her hand grips mine and I feel myself start to calm a bit right away. I blow out a heavy sigh.

“Believe me now?” I ask, tiredly.

She nods.

I pull on her hand, helping her to her feet.

I wrap my arm ‘round her and she lets me. I look over my shoulder at Smiter and shoot him a look, letting him know that he and I are gonna have a talk.

I lead her through the crowds. On our way, Runner steps up to me and says, “Hell of a show, Ax.”

I thrust my hand into his chest and he falls back laughing. Dickhead.

As soon as me and Rox turn down the corridor leading to the rooms upstairs, I toss my shirt on the ground, slam her against the wall and crush my lips to hers. I run my hands over her tits, her naked stomach and down her legs. I grip her thighs hard and she moans into my mouth.

When I pull my mouth from hers, she’s panting, her eyes on fire for me.

I tug her shorts down to her thighs. Fuck me, she ain’t wearing panties. Yeah, she’s dressed like a club whore all right.

I cup her pussy and growl at her, “I shoulda taken you in front of all of ‘em for the shit you pulled, Rox.”

“Neil,” she pants as I slide my index finger along her pussy. Already wet and ready for me.

I shove a finger inside her and she screams.

“This is mine. You are mine,” I tell her as I finger fuck her hard. “No one else gets to see you on display like this but me. You feel me?”

She whimpers as I stop.

“Well?”

“I…yes.”

“Damn right you do,” I say, starting to pump my finger again at a brutal rhythm that has her bucking against my hand.

I stop again and she cries out with frustration. “Neil…don’t…please.”

“Why’d you do it?”

“I was mad at you.”

Fair enough. “You gonna let me talk now?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure?” I press, sliding my finger in and out of her real slow.

“Ah. Oh God, Neil. Yes! Yes, I will!”

“Good. Now, beg me to make you come.”

I pull my finger out and she gasps, “Please.”

“Please who?”

“Neil. Please, Neil. Make me come!”

I smirk at her. “Seeing as though you asked so nicely…” I drop to my knees and yank her shorts the rest of the way off her legs. I grab her right thigh and hook it over my shoulder, opening her up to me.

And then I bury my face between her thighs.

As soon as my tongue flicks her clit, she shrieks and grabs at the wall behind her.

I go to town on her, licking, sucking and biting ‘til she’s a writhing mess of need, desperate to go over the edge, desperate for me to let her come.

“Oh God, Neil! Shit! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

I bite down on her clit and she comes, screaming like a wild animal, riding my face.

She collapses against me when she’s done.

After she’s come down, I unhook her leg from my shoulder. I pick up her shorts and my shirt and untie my club shirt she’s wearing so it falls down past her knees.

“Bed?” I ask, wrapping my arm ‘round her.

She nods. “Bed.”