Page 59 of Bound by Affliction
A man with silver hair rises from his seat, his cut readingpresident. He makes his way to Cruz with a small limp that he tries to hide, but he does a piss poor job ofit.
“Cruz,” he says, holding out his hand, and my president takes it, shaking once andreleasing.
“Piney, seems we have a bit of a problemhere.”
“I take it the boys are dealt with,” he says, moving back to his chair and motioning for us to take seats as well. Looking around, every one of the men have cuts on their back. This is good. Outsiders need to stay outside, and all these men need to know what will happen to them if they fuck with the Ravage MC or mywoman.
Cruz sits in front of him, while I take a seat off to the side nodding at the man next to me. His cut says Splinter. I don’t even want to know where the hell he got that namefrom.
“We handle our shit,” Cruz says, crossing his arms over his chest. “First Nick, Poe, and Len, and now these two fuckers. Your club got a problem with the Ravage MC?” Cruzchallenges.
Coughs come around the room from the Reds. I get it. Cruz is laying it out. Someone came into my club and laid it out, we’d have problems. But this isn’t about someone coming to our club. If they wouldn’t have attacked, we’d never be in this situation. Not a single doubt in my mind what Cruz would do to any one of us if we betrayed our brothers and brought this much attention to theclub.
“Look, Nick got himself into shit, and Len and Poe tagged along for the ride. Their business was with Sinister Sons, not Ravage MC.” He leans back in his chair, boasting his dominance of theroom.
Cruz does the same, except he doesn’t have to try. It’s quite comicalactually.
“Then it was with Ravage. Now your two came after a Ravage-protected woman. Are we gonna continue to have problems with the Devils’ or is this under the rug?” Cruz’s eyes penetrate Piney’s, who then looks to hismen.
“No one else is comin’ after Ravage. They do it’s without my authority, and we will take out our own.” His warning is clear and precise, not that I completely believe him, but it’s astart.
Cruz shifts slightly in the chair, but it’s GT who talks. “We got problems stemming from Nick and his assholes; shit isn’t gonna be pretty. They got what they deserved and so did the two assholes today. We don’t put out warnings. We justdo.”
“I’ll handle my boys, you handle yours.” It’s a cutting remark, but both GT and Cruz smilesinisterly.
Cruz turns to me and nods once. “See that man over there? That’s Leah’s man. You fuck with Leah, you fuck with him.” Eyes turn to me and I give nothing away in my appearance, but I do eye every single person in theroom.
“My boy, Cooper,” Cruz starts, twisting his neck to indicate his kid. “That’s Bristyl’s man. She’s no longer under Sinister Sons, she’s Ravage. You, any of you…”—it’s his turn to look amongst the crowd—“...fuck with them, you fuck with us. Bottom line—nothin’ gettin’ you out of that shit. Whatever your shit is with Sinister Sons, it doesn’t touch what’s Ravage’s under any fuckin’ circumstances.” He looks back to Piney. “We got adeal?”
Looking around the room, some faces are angry, while others couldn't care less about what’s going on in front of them. One looks higher than a fucking kite with his eyes barely open. That guy does straighten just a bit when his president looks athim.
“We don’t want no trouble. What’s done is done. We have no reason for retaliation, and we have no reason to have a beef with ya. I’ll take care of myboys.”
Cruz knocks on the table twice and rises. “This is a good thing because we don’t just kill, we make shithurt.”
Piney holds his hand out, and Cruz shakes it. Slowly we rise, eyes in the back of our heads, and get the fuck out ofthere.
Finally, it’s time to go home and see mywoman.
* * *
We pullup to the clubhouse at dusk. I feel her before I see her, which I love. The ride was calming and peaceful, but I wanted to get back to my woman. Leah’s sitting at the picnic table with Bristyl and Princess, a small smile directed my way. Parking my bike, I move over to my woman, her gaze never leaving mine like magnetism pulling ustogether.
“Hey,” she says, arching her neck to me. Instead of talking, I pull her up off the bench and press my lips to hers. It takes her a moment, and I’m sure it’s because of the audience around us, but she needs to know; I don’t give a fuck who’s around, I’ll kiss her when I feel like it. I’ll hold her when she’s close. I’ll touch her when I feel like it. I’ll loveher…
“Come on,” I say, pulling her willing body with me through the clubhouse and to my room, kicking the door shut with my boot. Being away from her was more of a challenge than Ithought.
Leah’s eyes blaze with passion as she grabs my shirt and pulls me to her, this time kissing me with a ferocity that turns my dick to steel. Her tenacity takes me a moment to process because I’ve never had this side of her, but I love it. I unbuckle her pants, and she freezes for a moment. It’s only a second, but I feel it, and I’ll damn well work my ass off to make sure that she doesn’t have any of those hesitations with me anymore. Even the brief ones will begone.
As she relaxes, I pull her jeans down her legs and kiss up them. Her back is to the door of the room, and her hands are gripping myhair.
“Green,” she pants. I continue kissing up her body, pulling her shirt as I go, then tearing it off as I take her lips oncemore.
“You’re so damn beautiful,Leah.”
She groans invitingly, and I don’t disappoint. Scooping her up, I set her on the bed as I remove everything from my body. As I lay down, I crook my finger. “Get those panties off and get up here andride.”
Her eyes dilate and her breathing is erratic. Slowly, she removes her bright pink underwear and unclasps her bra, letting her tits fall, and my mouth salivates. She breathes in a very deep breath, and I know she’s willing her confidence, which is fine by me. We have to get her past all of the walls. She needs to live happy and free. That’s what I’ll damn well giveher.
