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There’s a soft click as the door closes behind me. I don’t miss the hidden threat in Chyna’s words. Knowing her, she’ll make good on her promise. I take a few steps into Storm's room. She’s laying in the bed and she looks so small. Her dark hair halos her head in wet gnarled strands. I saunter over to the counter in the bathroom and pick up the blow dryer and her brush. With all her hair appliances and tools in my arms, I stand by the bed in front of her.

"Scoot up and let me behind you." I plug up the hair dryer in the outlet beside the bed.

Without saying anything, she moves up on the bed so that I can get behind her. The smell of her coconut shampoo fills the air, as I blow dry and brush out her long locks of brown hair flowing down her back until it’s silky smooth. I kiss the top of her head and she lays back onto me.

"Will you just hold me Talon?" she whispers, snuggling up farther into me.

I don't comment on her calling me by my birth name. Instead, I pull her to me as if she's a child, sitting sideways on my lap, letting her legs dangle to the side with her head tucked under my chin. I cover us up with the comforter and I hold her like that until her breathing slows. A light snore escapes her lips and I know my girl is off into dreamland. My body warms with adoration for this woman and I’ll never let her go again. I lay us down and pull her close to me. Her body spooning with mine like it was made for me and I hold her close breathing in her coconut shampoo until I fall asleep.

Chapter41

Storm

"It's gone. The whole clubhouse." That’s the situation I’m dealing with at the moment. "We have a few people on video, but you can't really see their faces. I ran the video through software, but it's not showing anything. What do you want us to do, Prez?" Bear's pissed off and the sadness in her voice is upsetting.

"Is everyone safe? Do y’all have a place to stay? Take money out of the books for it. Also, go back and empty the safe. Let me know where you set everyone up and we’ll head back to Heron. Just make them aware that we’ll have some members of the Crows in tow." I start to get dressed. "I need you to get everyone settled and then we’ll figure this shit out. Thanks, Bear. Love ya." I hang up the phone before putting on my cut and my boots, time to head back to California.

“Fuck! We don't have any issues with other motorcycle clubs, so who the hell would’ve torched the club?”I’m thinking out loud as my phone goes off with a message. It’s pictures of two guys in black hoodies, their faces covered by skeleton masks. I scan the pictures and see nothing that can be used to identify them with or their club. I place my phone in my pocket and grab my brush to throw my hair up in a ponytail.

Once my bags are packed, I’m ready to head to California. I open the door to the bright sun that warms my face and arms and breath in the summer air.We got this. Everything will be okay.My steps beat against the asphalt as I walk toward the line of bikes. My stomach sinks when I notice Chyna sitting on a bench. Her muscular arms are crossed and her head is bowed. The closer I get the more her facial expression grows more prominent. Her brows are bunched in a look of pure distress, so I take the seat beside her.

"What the fuck we gonna do Prez? We have no home. We have nothing."

"Chyna, we’ll be okay. We are strong, smart, kick ass, bitches. No one's gonna keep us down. We’ll find out who did this and we’ll be like a mother fucking Phoenix rising from the ashes." I put my arm around her shoulders. “Besides, I think getting out of California altogether sounds like a good plan."

“It would probably be for the best, Prez. I think that this could be a sign that we need to start a new chapter in our lives.”

"Go get the girls. It’s time to head out," I say, patting her shoulder.

“On it, boss.” She nods her head once and heads back into the hotel.

Chapter42

Ace

I’m so fucking worried. I’m worried about what we’ll walk into when we arrive at Storm's clubhouse and worried about finding Jaxx, one of the rapists on Storm's vengeance list. If I'm honest, I'm worried about whether or not Storm is going to put a bullet in my brain for the sins of my father.

The best thing about long bike rides is when you get to enjoy the nice weather. We ride all day, until our tanks and our energy levels are running low. The motel we decide to stay at for the night is old and dingy. It looks worse than the last. The paint is peeling, there’s wood over some of the windows in different rooms. I bet they even have vermin. It would be no surprise to me if there are bedbugs, rats, or roaches, but at least it is somewhere to stay for the night.

"Want to share a room?" I smirk at Storm, really wanting her in my arms and my dick sheathed in her warm tight cunt tonight.

"Nope, I'm tired, big boy.” She pats my chest. “You better use Susie Palmer tonight." Then she clips my shoulder playfully as she flings open the motel office door and walks in.

The motel’s office is just as ragged as the outside and the old woman running the front desk coughs up a lung. I pull my lips back in a grimace and have to cough into my own fist to cover it. She appears cachectic as if she’s about to keel over at any time.

We get enough rooms for everyone and pass out the room keys out front. After the room keys are given out, I walk Storm to her room. She gives me a hug and I hold her to me briefly.

"Goodnight," she says, before pulling away from me and closing the rickety door in my face.

My steps are heavy and my shoulders are slouched as my head hangs to my chest. I’m in a pissy mood as I clomp up the breezeway to my hotel room. I unlock the door to find a tiny, 80’s style room that reeks of stale cigarettes which only adds to my shitty disposition. Ugly paintings hang on the walls, the bedspread looks like it is made from wool. That’s going to be scratchy. I pull it and the sheet off to check for bedbugs. Hallelujah! It’s clean, which is a fucking miracle. The small table that resides in the corner, has multiple burns from cigarettes and the television that rests on an old chest of drawers is adorned with a set of rabbit ears. I bet it can’t pick up anything, but local channels. Fuck it! A shower and sleep, that’s all I need. I replace the sheet and quilt back on the bed.

I peel off all my clothes and turn on the hot water, it takes a few minutes before it heats up and I step inside. I’m tired, stressed and to be honest I need a little release. Here I am again with my fist wrapped around my shaft with the thought of Storm's chocolate brown eyes. I picture her on her knees in the shower with me. Her pretty luscious lips are open and waiting for me. I palm my long, thick cock and stroke it, making myself hard.

"You want my cock, don't you?" I say, to my imaginary vision of Storm. She nods her head and peeks up at me. The water from the shower runs down her face as she opens her mouth wider. Her tongue licks my tip and I just know her mouth on me would feelsodamn good. I stroke a little harder as my imaginary Storm takes me in all the way.

"That's it baby, you're such a good cocksucker," I groan, as I feel her warm mouth and her juicy lips wrap around my length.

I use my other hand to play with my balls as I wrap my hand harder around my dick, picturing fucking Storm's mouth. In no time, my balls tighten up and I grunt. My come spraying all over the shower wall. The release was good, but fucking my Storm would’ve been so much better. I scrub myself off, rinse off, and brush my teeth. Sad that I have to hop into my bed all alone.

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