Page 12 of Wick
With thoughts of Vayda running rampant through my veins, it doesn't take long for my cock to become hard as a rock. Giving in to my desire, I fist my cock in my hand, and begin to stroke. Beads of precum leak from the tip as I start to imagine what the real thing would feel like; what it would be like to have her tight, silky heat milk every drop of come from my cock. "Fuck," I hiss through my teeth, my hand working my dick at an even pace. I haven't been this acquainted with my right hand since I was a teenager but having Vayda hanging around lately has had my dick in a constant state of arousal. I can't count the number of times I'd walk into the clubhouse and smell the all too familiar perfume she wears. My cock would stand at attention every time from the intoxicating scent.
Reaching my left hand out in front of me, I brace my weight against the tiled wall of the shower as the tingling sensation creeps up my spine. Seconds later, my balls draw up before a growl escapes my mouth, and I come.
I take a minute to catch my breath as my release washes down the drain before I cut the water off, climb out of the shower and dry myself off. Snagging the pair of sweatpants I have next to the sink, I pull them on. I'm still absorbed in my conflicting thoughts when I step out of the bathroom and walk past the window in front of my desk when a flicker of light coming from outside catches my eye.
I freeze mid-stride when I notice a dark figure on the other end of that light.Who the fuck is snooping around my property?I don't know what the hell is going on, but I'm about to find out. Not wasting time, I grab my pistol and my cell from the table beside my bed and dash out of my room and down the stairs. On the way out of the front door, I place a call to Kiwi since the clubhouse is closer than Riggs' place.
"Yo." Kiwi answers on the second ring.
"I need you at my place—now."
Detecting the urgency in my tone, Kiwi switches from easy going to all business. "You okay, brother?"
"Some motherfucker is snooping around the back end of my property. I want some back-up just in case."
"I'll be there in five," he says, and the line goes dead.
I place my phone on the railing of the porch. With my weapon drawn, I climb down the steps and silently make my way toward the backyard, carefully keeping myself out of sight by hugging my body against the side of the house. Holding my gun out in front of me, I peek around the large shrub that's helping to keep me concealed when suddenly a light flashes in my face, temporarily blinding me. I quickly drop to one knee, all while holding my weapon out in front of me. Not thinking twice about my next move, I fire a single shot at the retreating form that is currently fleeing over the back fence into the woods.
The guy drops to the ground when my bullet hits its mark. In the distance, I hear the rumble of Kiwi's motorcycle as it draws closer. Not waiting on my brother, I take off across the yard, my bare feet snapping twigs along the way. I'm about one hundred feet out from the trespasser when he climbs to his feet. I see the glint of silver two seconds before I hit the ground and three shots are fired in my direction.
"Son of a bitch," I hiss as I start returning fire. Kiwi, who has made his way around the side of the house, pops off several shots of his own.
"Wick!" Kiwi bellows as he runs up to see if I'm okay.
"I'm good, brother." I climb to my feet.
"What in the hell is going on?"
"I don't know. Let's get inside so I can call, Prez. And while I'm doing that, you get a hold of the Sheriff. Tell him all is good and to ignore any 911 calls that might have come in. Whatever the fuck just went down here, the club will handle." Kiwi and I make our way back inside my house.
"You think this is some blow back from the Kostas situation?" Kiwi asks.
"As far as I know, we covered our bases with that shit, but you never know. Kostas may have had a farther reach than we thought." Once back inside, Kiwi calls the Sheriff while I place a call to Riggs.
"Brother?" he answers.
"Need ya down at the clubhouse, Prez. I caught someone fuckin' around my house. I called Kiwi to back me up. Shots were fired on both ends before the asshole got away."
"Fuck," Riggs grunts. "You get a good look at him?"
"Naw. Too dark. One of my shots hit him in the leg, though."
"Shit. Meet me down at the clubhouse in fifteen."
I hang up and turn to Kiwi. "Prez is meetin' us at the clubhouse."
Kiwi nods. "Sheriff says two calls were placed to 911, and that he'd take care of it."
"Alright. Let me get dressed, and we'll head out."
Twenty minutes later, my brothers and I are holding church. Riggs slams the gavel, bringing everyone's attention to him. "I appreciate you all draggin' your asses in here so early in the morning. Especially since some of you are still drunk." Prez eyes Fender who looks a little worse for wear.
"As you've heard by now, Wick had an incident at his place. Someone was caught fuckin' around his house. For what? We don't know yet. It could be somethin' to do with Kostas. I know our sources said we didn't have any blowback to worry about, but you can never be too sure. For now, I want you all to stay vigilant." Riggs turns his attention to Kiwi. "Kiwi, I want you to see what more you can dig up on Kostas. See if there's somethin' we missed. Fender, you and Nova take to the streets and see if there has been any talk." With his orders handed out and the guys in agreement as what to do, Prez slams the gavel, ending church.
Riggs and I stay rooted in our seats while the men file out of the room. When we are the only two left, he speaks. "You stayin' here or going back home?"
Pulling a cigarette from my cut, I light it and take a drag. "I'm fuckin' beat. May as well crash here."
