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"Chyna, right. Wouldn't leave your door. She guarded you like you're a treasure." His eyes run up and down my body and he clears his throat. "Which of course, you are," he admits, shooting me a sexy grin.

"Chyna is a dedicated vice president," I say, with a smile. "She’s also a famous body builder."

He nods his head in appreciation and gestures to a seat. "We have some information for you, Kels. I meanStorm, to help with your mission. First get you some breakfast. You and your girls' can meet me and my counsel in the war room in an hour." He grabs his plate and takes it to the kitchen.

Chapter17

Ace

"Oh shit!" I hear as I stroll out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Kelsey's face is blood red, her jaw drops. She’s clearly ogling me, but she quickly turns around, hiding her face.

"Sorry, I needed something out of my bag," she says after clearing her throat and starts digging in her bag again.

I rub my hand down my chest as I walk into my closet and grab a shirt and a pair of jeans. "It's okay, baby doll. I ain't got nothing you've never seen before. I mean it's bigger and I'm more toned." The towel I'm wearing falls to the floor as Kelsey turns around to say something, but nothing comes out of her mouth. Her jaw hangs open as I walk up to her. My naked cock almost rubs into her pussy. "What’s the matter? You like what you see? " I grip the back of her neck and she closes her pouty mouth, staring up at me through her lashes. "I've been thinking about your lips all morning. "

Kelsey inhales a small breath as I pull her in. My cock now digging into her, and semi-hard. I lick her lips wanting full access to her mouth. She turns to putty in my arms, welcoming my tongue as it massages hers. A groan of pleasure escapes her but I capture it with my lips. Grabbing hold of the backs of her knees, I wrap her legs around my waist and deepen our kiss. My now full hardon rubs against her jeans. Her body trembles as my hand moves slowly against her sensitive skin under her shirt. Her nipples are hardened peaks through her lacy bra. The desperate urge to see them on full display has me slipping her shirt overhead, in one quick swoop. With one hand, I unclasp her bra, letting her bountiful breasts fall free.

Storm’s body suddenly goes rigid in my arms and she pushes against my chest, causing me to release her. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she snatches her shirt, throws it on and runs out of my room. The sudden turn of events leaves me speechless. I didn't even have time to collect my bearings and stop her or ask her what was wrong.I fucked up. I run my fingers through my damp hair.Fuck.

Chapter18

Storm

Irush out of the room and down the stairs. My breathing is erratic and I can’t slow them down in this state of panic. Talon's taste still remains on my lips like the taste of liquor after a hearty swig. It’s tempting and dangerous all at the same time. My destination is unwavering as I run out the front door and towards my bike.

Breathe, damn it. What the fuck is wrong with me? It's Talon. He is not going to hurt me. Why did all of a sudden, my body have a fight or flight response to what we were doing? I want him, don't I? I’ve always wanted Talon, and I've always wanted him to want me. So, what the fuck is my problem when this is exactly what I’ve always dreamed of since we were kids shooting bottles in the backyard?

My name is a tornado siren on the wind and I peer back at the clubhouse, where the sound is located. It's Talon and Chyna yelling for me to come back. My senses are overwhelmed. I need to get out. I wave my hand and jump on my bike. I just need a ride, a few minutes to clear my head and get back on the mission.

The whole reason for me being here is about the blood debts that are owed to me, not a fuck session with the son of one of my rapists. The wind whips my loose strands in all directions and my phone vibrates in my pocket, of which I both ignore. I just concentrate on the feel of my bike between my legs, the feel of the air that rushes over my bare skin and soon it calms me.

Riding has always soothed me. I can take my mind off my problems and think about nothing but the road ahead with no destination. I do have one this time though. The old trailer that should’ve been taken out by a tornado, but not even I could be that lucky. I get off my bike, unlock the door and go inside. The tears come. Tears that should’ve been cried years ago but were never shed. The years of pain, hurt, and abandonment finally hit me. I grab the Louisville slugger that is by the door and swing it at anything and everything that is breakable. I haul the baseball bat and smash the television sending glass everywhere. After I wear myself down, I sink down on the old couch and just let the tears flow. I curl up into a ball and cry myself asleep.

Chapter19

Ace

FUCK.I completely messed up. Now She's gone and won't answer anyone's calls. I squeeze the cold pack in my fist, crushing the ice within to make it more comfortable against my tender eye. Damn that Chyna has a mean left hook. I can't believe she punched me after Kelsey went running out like a bat out of hell. It took everything within me to not turn into a beast and roar at the world around me. This isn’t a situation I asked for. I wish I could go back in time and kill every one of those motherfuckers that touched her and stop her from leaving me. We were screwed over from the start and maybe I pushed her to connect too fast after all these years. There’s some part of me that deserves it though, because I didn’t try hard enough to search for her that night. She was here right under my nose the whole time.

My free hand clenches at my side the more I think about what I could’ve, should’ve done differently as I wait for the room to fill up so we can start the meeting. Chyna went to look for Storm, at least, so that relieves some of the tension building up with worry in my shoulders. The only thing left for me to do is let the rest of the club know what's going on. Church must go on so we can figure out the plan of action.

The council crowds into the room, all in an uproar over all the excitement that has occurred as of last. I bang the gavel against the table to get the attention of my brothers. "Yo, Prez looks like ya got a love tap. Was the sex that kinky?" Zeus asks, before cracking up laughing.

"No, fuck nugget, Chyna decided that my face was too good looking and punched me in the eye," I say, giving him a shut-the-fuck up scowl.

"Listen, I need a few volunteers to go on a ride with me and Storm's club to help her with her debt.” My fucking father played a part in this. I clench the edges of the table in an attempt to restrain the anger that’s boiling in my blood. “Some of y’all will stay here and run the club while we are away." I glance around the room at my brothers. This is a personal matter, and I’m wanting to see who will volunteer to right this wrong before I start calling names.

"Prez. Tell me what you need and I'll do it," Murphy says, while glaring among the council. He must feel the same as I do since he’s VP.

"Me too." The others say one after another and I can feel the pride in my chest rising. I know I picked the right people for my council members. These are my brothers. My ride or dies through and through.

After about an hour of discussing our plans and determining the location of the old members, we decide that Murphy and Cash are going to stay and take care of the club house. The rest of the council is going with me and Storm's girls. It’s time to be better than my father, time to be a good man, but I know that I'd be killing my brothers and that stings my heart just a little.

I end the meeting, grab my phone, and shoot a text off to Storm.

ME: All set. We know where Monster is. We’ll leave tomorrow.

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