Page 39 of Property of Mercy
“I’ve been running for years because I failed to protect someone special and her people were not happy about it,” her tone is defeated.
Her honesty catches me off guard.I can feel the moment she realizes what she said to me because her body goes stiff beside me.I rub up and down her side, trying to get her to go back to the relaxed woman she was.To my surprise, she doesn’t pull away, but instead she rolls her hips, fucking herself on my semi-hard cock.She looks back at me over her shoulder and winks.
“How long until you’re ready to go again?”she mumbles between planting kisses on any part of my body that she can reach.
“I’ll be ready to go as soon as I ring two orgasms from you,” I rumble, cupping her breast while I kiss and nibble on her shoulder.
I do exactly as I promised.After two orgasms, I’m hard as a fucking rock and ready to go again.I spend the rest of the night doing exactly what she asked of me.I fuck her in every possible way, teaching her things about her body that she never knew.When I finally fall into an exhausted sleep with her on my chest, for once the monster is silent and I sleep peacefully.
Only everything I thought I knew about the last five years was bullshit, and the woman in my arms was nothing more than a pawn.
* * *
I lookaround the table in church, tapping my fingers on my thigh as my gut tells me that this isn’t going to be good.Raider looks as if his about to lose his shit.Hermes is glaring at his laptop, but not going to town on his keyboard like normal.It seems everyone is on edge waiting for the impending doom that we can all feel in the air.The door bangs open and in walks the only man that seems to be completely clueless to everything going on around us.
“Well, aren’t you gentlemen a lively bunch of assholes,” he crows, strutting toward his chair at the head of the table.
“Not all of us have been sitting around here on our asses for the last two fucking weeks,” Terro grumbles, glaring at the man.
“What exactly do you mean?”he snaps, glaring at the man wearing nothing under his cut but a bandage.
“How did the Italians know about the ambush before we even let you know about it?”Rhino wonders, spinning a knife between his fingers.
Relic leans back in his chair and glares at the man.“I’m not sure that I like your tone.”
Rhino leans forward so that his arms are resting on the table in front of him, knife still spinning.“What exactly about my tone are you not liking?”
“It almost sounds like you’re accusing me of something,” Relic glares back.
“We would never do that, Pres.We know you knew nothing about what happened.Rhino is just a pain and being a jackass,” Raider says, trying to smooth things over.
Pres throws his head back laughing.“Rhino’s always been an ornery-ass.”
Looking around at all the men, no one looks happy about what’s going down.
“Alright, let’s go over what we’re here for,” Raider calls, eyeing everyone around the room.
“Yeah, what he said.”Relic points at Raider.“Let’s go over what happened on your run.”
“Everything on the run was going as planned for the first half,” Rhino starts since he’s our Tailer Gunner.“We got about a few hours out from the drop when out of nowhere we were surrounded by another bike club.The part we can’t figure out is they moved as if they knew we were coming through.”
“How did you guys get out with only minor injuries?”Pope quietly murmurs.
Relic leans his arms on the table and looks from one brother to another.“That’s what I would like to know.Why did you guys have enough gun power to take care of an ambush of that size?”
A look of pure rage mixed with complete devastation darkens Raider’s multicolored eyes.It’s a look and feeling that I know all too well.It’s the look that one gets when everything they have fought for and held close to their chest is snatched away and tainted by the shit of the world.He crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back in his chair to put space between himself and Pres before speaking.
Terro cuts him off.“Why wouldn’t we have that kind of firepower?I mean fuck, currently we have a sex ring operating in our territory by who the fuck knows.We’ve got another goddamn MC so close to our boarders that if we spat, it would land on their face.So as the Sergent-at-Arms for the club, I made sure we could take care of ourselves with threats coming from all sides.”
Pres nods as if he agrees with Terro’s explanation.“Seems that was a smart move on your part.”
“Just doing my damn job,” Terro grumbles.
“Any idea who it was?”Hermes asks, starting his rhythmic typing on his laptop.
“The Italians seem to think it was an attack because it was their merchandise.They send their gratitude that we were able to deliver on time,” Raider states.
“Seems like they have a rat to me,” Pres chuckles, before a serious look falls over his face.“Now that we’ve covered that.Hermes and I were able to finally get the information on the little lamb in there.”
