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Storm

"Boss, you here?" The voice arouses me from sleep. There’s a sharp pain in my neck when I move. It must be in knots from the way I fell asleep on this old sofa.

"Yeah, Chyna, come on in," I say, trying to adjust my eyes to the dark. I switch on the only lamp I didn’t destroy and see Chyna's muscular form standing in the doorway. "Get in here, Chyna, I'm okay."

"I popped Talon in the eye. It's black," she confesses, taking a seat in the chair next to the couch.

"Why?" I glare, feeling a little defensive over Talon. "He didn't do anything, I freaked out and ran out on him." A smile spreads across my face at the thought of Chyna punching Talon for me. It’s kind of funny actually.

"I didn't know. You ran out of there like a bat out of hell. I assumed he did something." She shrugs her shoulders, not at all bothered by her actions.

"Eh, don't worry about it, I’m sure he deserves it for one reason or another."

I glance down at my phone that’s sitting on the coffee table. The screen lights up showing ten new calls and twenty-five new messages.

The first thing I do is read through the text from Talon. Butterflies flutter, batting their wings in my stomach. That’s excitement, I feel. This is really happening. I look at Chyna with the biggest grin that nearly cracks my face in two. "It's on Sister. Tomorrow we are going after Monster. Let the rest of the girls know.” I stand up from the couch, stretching out the tightness in my muscles. “For now, though, let's head back to the club house. I need to talk to Talon.” I gather up my belongings and say a quiet goodbye to the piece of shit house I grew up in and to my mother. May she rot and get feasted on by worms in her eternal slumber. I step out onto the porch, lock the door, and head to my bike, never giving the shack another glance.

That house and the memories locked inside are my past. I'm working on taking back what was taken from me. Starting tomorrow, I will soon have my vengeance and will never have to look back again.

Chapter21

Ace

Ishower, brush my teeth, run a comb over my hair, and throw on gray jogging pants to sleep in. My stomach is in knots, worrying over Kelsey. I hope I hear from her soon. I text the others to be ready at five a.m. Kissimmee Saint Cloud, Florida was a while away and that's where that bastard Monster has been living.

After turning down the bed, I climb in beneath the comforter. I haven't changed the bed sheets and the smell of Kelsey’s shampoo lingers on the pillow. The aroma of strawberries and mint flood my nostrils and a vivid vision of the heated kiss we shared immediately comes to mind. The way her lips taste, the plumpness of them, the curve of her body pressing into mine. The memory causes my dick to harden. I shove my hand into my pants and grip my shaft firmly, pumping myself and picturing Kelsey's immaculate, juicy lips wrapped around my cock. Her warm mouth taking my large dick and it hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes gazing up at me as I watch her consuming me. A low moan escapes me just before I hear a knock at my door.

"Fuck, Zeus!" I growl, pissed off that I was interrupted.

"It's not Zeus. It's Storm." A small whispered voice chimes through my bedroom door.

I jerk my hand out of my pants. “Just a minute." I sit straight up, praying my hardon away. I climb out of bed and rearrange myself, tucking my shaft in the waistband of my sweats. I'm still standing at half mast, but it’ll have to be okay. Maybe she won't notice. I fling open the door to see a sad-faced Kelsey.

"Glad to see you came back." I step back and give her just enough space to squeeze into my room. “Come on in.” Her body rubs against mine and I have to stifle to groan that’s threatening to escape my throat. This woman is going to be the death of me.

Chapter22

Storm

Istep into his bedroom, my front gliding against his. Ace is so attractive. He was a handsome boy back in the day, but the guy standing before me is all man. I can’t help but stare at his ripped tattooed chest, tight strong shoulders, and his thick jaw line. My eyes continue inspecting him all over and my face heats when I notice his dick is hard.

"Sorry, I just came here to tell you I’m back, and that I’m sorry for running out on you." I glance at the wall, anywhere to keep from looking at him.

"It's okay Kelsey, you don't owe me an explanation. Look it's late, why don't you climb into my bed. I'll take the floor. We have an early start tomorrow and I think we both need some rest." He grabs a pillow from the bed.

"We are both adults. You can sleep in the bed with me," I urge as I remove my jacket and my boots.

"Okay." He straightens the covers back up and sits down on the bed.

I get in from the other side, and lay down on my side with my back to him.

"Goodnight," I say, pulling the covers around me.

He pulls me to his chest and places an arm around me. "Goodnight, Babe."

He breathes in my ear and I feel his chest rise and fall against my back. His cock rubs against my ass. I move to distance myself from him, but he doesn’t allow that to happen. His grip tightens on my waist, pulling me to him.

"Just calm the fuck down and go to sleep. I'm not going to try anything, I just want to be close." I start to relax next to him. The man who I loved all through my childhood, the teenager I was in love with, and my best friend. It takes hearing his even breaths and the rise and fall of his chest before I finally fall asleep with his arms enveloping me. The only man whose arms I’ve ever slept in.

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