Page 38 of Redemption

“Besides myself, Bridget and Tyrant are the only ones who can drive Evon anywhere,” he tells me, keeping his voice low. “Roman in a pinch. I work with them on defensive driving.”

“Not Vector?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“He never showed any interest.” His statement holds no animosity, and I almost feel silly for asking. Surely the president of their club has better things to do than run a kid anywhere.

Evon is sacked out by the time we get to the clubhouse, so Swann carries her off while I enter through the front door to find Vector.

The hum of conversations in the front room momentarily pauses as the men look to see who has entered. I smile, happy to see Vector at his usual seat near the back, but I hesitate by my third step. The tension in the room is pretty intense and before Vector waves me forward, I consider turning to follow Swann to the back entrance.

“What’s wrong?” I ask him, dreading the answer. The past hour might have been fun, but I’ve been constantly worried about Grace.

“No word yet, calm down,” he tells me, reaching out to where I’m wringing my hands together. “I feel the same way, so I have a call into Ford.”

“Full house in here today,” I comment, surprised that there are so many members around on an odd night.

“We’re going to go for a ride, but I’ll be back in a few hours,” he responds, wrapping his arm around my shoulder to guide me further into the clubhouse. “Come on, let me see what there is for dinner and we can eat before I leave.”

“I’m not terribly hungry,” I say, giving him a little grin. “How much time do you have?”

Even as he shifts our path toward his room, Vector makes a show of lifting his arm up to look at his dad’s old watch. “Just enough for a wham-bam-thank-ya-ma’am.”

Laughing, I use my new fob to open the door to his room. Vector quickly kicks it shut behind us as I pull my shirt up over my head before reaching for his belt.

Catching my wrists, he holds them behind my back before leaning in for a kiss. As the soft but insistent flick of his tongue, I open my mouth to his and melt against Vector as he uses precious moments to show me that I matter to him.

The instant he releases my wrists, I sink to my knees and smile up at him while attempting to get his belt to loosen up. “Christ, that’s like a chastity belt!”

With a grunt, he quickly releases the buckle, giving me the space to unfasten his pants. That grunt is followed by a gasp when I take his semi-hard cock into my mouth.

“You’re letting me off easy tonight, huh,” he murmurs, running one of his large hands through my hair.

While keeping his hand in place, Vector’s fingers gently rub the side of my head without trying to hurry me along. Rotating my hand as I continually stroke his thick cock into my mouth, I flick the underside with my tongue as I massage his balls with my other hand.

His sudden intake of breath is the only warning I get before the first spurt of his load hits my tongue. Vector’s next cry is a mix of pleasure and pain as I continue to work his cock, sucking down the reward for my efforts.

Just as I’m leaning back to sit on my heels, his phone beeps and he looks down at me in apology.

“I’ll be here when you get back,” I assure him.

“I’ll drive you to work in the morning,” he replies, refastening his jeans.

“Nope,” I pop the ‘p’ when I reply. “We start on this property tomorrow. I told the guys I’d meet them here.”

Chapter 13

Vector

Meeting my brothers outside, I grimace at the fact that their eyes are all on me. I’m just worried that one of these times, my leg will give out on me. Considering we’re riding out to clean up the scum in our backyard, that would hardly inspire confidence.

Pulling out of the gate, we naturally drift into our formation and stick to the back roads until Oak signals for us to pull over. We’ll be going in with the last of the day’s light, but we have to strike fast and hard. I signal for three of my brothers to hold the line out here at the road; Roman looks shocked when he realizes he won’t be by my side. I’m keeping him back here because I trust him not to let anyone get away.

Switching our pieces to where we can easily reach them, the rest of us gun it up the road. I’m lining up a shot at the sole man standing guard, when Happy cuts around me and takes him out. Fucking imbecile nearly caught the lead meant for the Wretched Rebel.

The layout of the house and old barn are exactly what Crasher had found online, so we all aim for the spots that were assigned to us.

At least, I do until I realize that there’s barely anyone here. From the sound of things, there are only one or two people shooting back at us; not that they’ve hit anyone yet. Pulling up to the porch, I’m off my bike the moment I get the kickstand down, seconds after that I’m using my shoulder to destroy the front door and hoping my brothers catch up to theslightvariation to our plan.

“I would have opened the door, asshole,” Any says. I quickly run my eyes up and down her body, making sure she isn’t armed and while I don’t like that she has a lighter in her hand from a freshly lit smoke, I switch my focus to the rooms on either side of the hall we’re standing in.

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