Page 8 of Torching Vixen
“Get everyone ready, I’ll go check on the women, and we’ll get going,” I tell them, ready to be back in our territory as well.
Opening the door, I find both women standing by the bed, all ready to go, and the room looks like no one was ever there. I don’t know who these women are, but I’m starting to think they will be the perfect addition to the club. As much as I’m starting to think Vixen will look really good by my side, I won't force a woman to do anything she doesn’t want to do.
I scan Vixen’s body as she walks toward me. The way she walks with her shoulders back, head held high, the sway of her hips, and the way her tits look in that shirt... Yeah, to hell with what she wants. This woman will be mine.
“If you take a picture, it’ll last a hell of a lot longer,” she sasses as she walks by.
I can’t stop the laugh that escapes. This woman is going to keep me on my toes. The question is, is she really mine to keep?
7
Vixen
Stepping out of the hotel, I take a deep breath. I’m way over my head with Torch, and I don’t know what I will do about it. Oh well, no time to dwell on that. I’ve got to get out of this place, and Torch is my way. His stare burns my ass before I feel the heat of his body against my back.
“Your attitude does nothing but make me rock fucking hard. So, keep it up, and I will bend you over my bike and turn that lush ass bright red in front of all my brothers. Do I make myself clear?” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
A shiver runs down my spine, and my panties are suddenly drenched. It’s the chuckle from a guy I only remember seeing at the club the last couple of days that brings me back to myself.
“Be careful because, for all you know, I may just enjoy it,” I whisper, turning my face so we are inches apart. I place a small peck on his lips and walk away. “Oh, and you have a traitor in your midst,” I throw over my shoulder.
I’m a little scared when I see the shutters close in his eyes and the fire ignite. “What the fuck are you talking about?” His steel voice causes the horny woman in me to moan in pleasure.
“I didn’t stutter, did I?” I question, holding his stare even though I’m shaking and I’m not a hundred percent sure if it’s in fear or arousal.
“You better start talking and fast! Someone, especially an outsider, doesn’t say shit like that without consequences. So, little girl, explain.” Torch walks up to me, wrapping his long fingers around my throat so calmly that I know the shivers this time are from fear.
I knew better than to say something, but I had to. I couldn’t let them get hurt. Throwing my shoulders back, I get ready to do what needs to be done, even if it paints me in a bad light. I glance over at Lo, who is white as a sheet. We both know that if I say the wrong thing here, we are both in trouble, possibly even dead.
“One of your men with you? I have seen him before today.”
“Just because a brother is seen in another clubhouse doesn't make him a traitor. You have no fucking idea why he was there or what he was doing.” Torch continues like we are having a normal conversation.
“So, it’s okay with your club that he took off his cut and laid it over a chair to have drinks with Fire and Ice? It’s completely normal for him to warn them you boys were headed his way? And it’s completely okay he told them the best ways to get through your territory with no consequences? If he is the representation of what your club stands for, you can leave Lo and I right the fuck here,” I finish, feeling panic and fear rise in me.
Torch must see something in my eyes because before I know what is happening, he pulls me to his hard chest and wraps me in his arms. He shakes from the pent-up rage of what I’m saying, or maybe it was the demons he saw in my eyes. I breathe him in and just stand there, waiting with my hands trapped between us.
“Don't say anything out loud. Just tap me on my chest. Once for yes, twice for no. Are you telling me that brother is with us now?” I tap on his chest twice.
“How do I know I can trust you, and y’all aren’t some spies for Fire and his club?” he asks, sounding annoyed.
I turn so that I am talking into his neck. “You picked me, remember? And why the hell would I lie? I have nothing to gain from causing issues between you and another brother.”
“If you are lying, it’s going to be a sad day for you,” he whispers, holding me tighter.
“Ask yourself how Fire knew where we were when all your guys swear you weren’t followed. Better yet, ask yourself how he knew you were coming?” I whisper again. Torch goes so still I don’t even think he is breathing.
A throat clearing flips a switch in him, and he pushes away from me. “Boss, what do we do with that statement? You can’t believe some club girl you picked up out of nowhere,” one of the brothers that I’ve never seen before states with his arms crossed.
Torch turns around and faces the guy, standing to his full height. “Did I say I believed her? Did I say I was going to do anything?”
I watch in amazement as the guy drops his eyes, relaxing, “No, man, I was just...”
“You were just nothing,” Torch says, cutting him off. Looking around, he hollers for us to load up and ride out.
It’s like a clap of thunder when all the bikes start up. With a series of head nods and hand signals, we pull away. It is like these guys are one as they move in sync with each other. In all the years that I was with Fire, he and his guys never rode the way these guys do. I have no doubt that when they find out what I know about their brother, they will be devastated.
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