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FUCK! Fuck! Fuck!I cuss out loud as we pull up in front of what used to be the Daughters of Doom Motorcycle Club house. There’s nothing left but stray metal and a pile of fucking ashes. My whole dream, my home, my sister's home is gone. My chest is constricted with a sense of overwhelming despair. I'd cry, but I have to be strong for my girls'. I embrace Bear in a tight hug as she comes running up to me.

"We salvaged all we could, Prez, but there wasn't much left. Most of the girls' got their bikes out as the building went up in flames." She unwraps her long arms from around my neck and steps back.

"Fuck, Bear, I should’ve been here. I should’ve been the one here for y'all." I examine what’s left of our home. Our hopes and dreams blow away in small indiscerible pieces in the wind.

"Round all the girls' up and we’ll meet at the city park in an hour. We need to see what we’re going to do and if we should rebuild here or maybe move our club closer to Kentucky," I say to Chyna, as she begins to look through a pile of ashes. “I don't think anyone is keen on staying in California and maybe a slow-paced style might be good for us, regardless I need to see my sister's.”

Chyna nods her dark head and pulls out her phone. I turn around and see Ace and the guys standing by their bikes. All of them are wearing sullen looks. I think they feel bad for us, pity us even. They, I'm sure, are glad it wasn’t them this happened to.

I trek over to Ace’s group. All of them open their mouths as if they’re ready to say something, but I hold my hand up to stop them. I’m not looking for their condolences. "Look, we're having church at the local park. Y'all are more than welcome to come, but it's not your place to say anything. So, your opinions are to be kept to yourself."

I climb onto my bike and start my beauty up. The guilt for not being here for my sisters eats away at me, making my stomach burn, and tears come to my eyes from all we've lost. I'll be damned, if anyone will see me cry. Ace is the first and only one to bear witness to that. I have to be strong for my girls. They’re my sisters, my family, and all that I have left.

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The city park is a small play area for kids accompanied by a picnic area that is covered for people to BBQ and celebrations. I'm sure it is intimidating to civilians who have to walk by big burly biker guys and hot, scantily clad chicks all gathering at the park like some kind of fucked up family reunion. The ladies, who I assume all make up Storm's council, are at the head of the picnic table while my brothers, who are here, stand around as church begins.

I love watching her as she takes charge. There’s no sign on her face that she’s broken, but I know it though. I can read it in her big brown eyes. As soon as she received the call that her clubhouse was torched, flames were in her eyes and a devouring look of sadness overcame her. I felt sorry for her, but I also wanted to fuck her pain away. It’s a juxtaposition of epic proportion. I’ve done nothing, but sit back and hope she would seek comfort in my arms, but she hasn't though. I have to discern that the Kelsey that I remembered from our childhood no longer exists. When Kelsey needed me, I was her protector, I gave her strength. Storm on the other hand is strong all on her own. She needs no one, but wants those she cares about, mainly, her chosen family of vigilant sisters close.

Storm is a force of nature, a hurricane that sucks up all around her leaving them in a beautiful fucked up mess. As I watch her on this hot, sun-shiny day gear up her club for a fight, I know that I love her. I always have. The little girl she was and the beautiful fierce woman she is today, I will always love her. Now, I have to find a way to get her to love me back. The first thing I have to do is find out who has done this to her clubhouse, to her family and make them fucking pay.

The guys all sit back quietly, taking in all the information that Storm's girl, Bear gives about what happened that night and showing everyone a video of two hooded guys throwing Molotov cocktails and bailing. The guy’s faces were covered by skeleton masks or balaclavas, with black hoodies, black pants and nothing else to identify who they are. Software showed the guys to be about 6 '5 and 6' 2 in height, about two hundred twenty pounds both hefty guys, but as I look closely at the hand of the tallest guy, part of a tattoo skull can be seen and I know exactly who the mystery arsonist is.

Abbadon.

Abbadon used to be my father's grim reaper when he was president of the Crows. He’s a heartless bastard who will kill anything, a total fucking psychopath. Storm has no idea what kind of demon truly has started war with her and I'm guessing it has everything to do with all his buddies suddenly disappearing.Fuck!

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Ipound on Ace's door. I don't know why I came here. After having church at the park, I came back to the hotel, took a hot shower, and fell asleep for hours afterwards. When I woke up, I had an immediate need to be near Ace. So here I am banging on his door at one in the morning.

"Coming!" A groggy voice calls, right before Ace opens the door. His black hair is tousled and black boxers ride low on his hips. "Storm." My name barely manages to escape his lips before I pull him, crashing my mouth to his.

He growls before putting his arms around me and lifting me up so my legs wrap around his waist. Ace removes my shirt quickly. The door scarcely shuts before we are giving the parking lot a show. He uses his tongue and licks against my lips, coaxing them open until I’m inviting him to kiss me deeper.

He sits on the bed with me on his lap, and I waste no time slipping my hand past the latex band of his boxers. He doesn’t stop me as I take his long, thick, hard cock out. His lips never leave mine. The only reaction I get are his tightening abs that flex at my light touch. I wrap my hand around his hard length, pumping him.

"I want you inside me," I pant a mere centimeter from his lips.

He nodes and I pull back to see the lust consuming his eyes. His lips are red, begging for me to bite them. I give him a quick nip with my teeth, pulling his lip away and releasing it with a pop. The reaction he gives is feral and I jump off his lap, pushing his boxers down farther and unbuttoning my jeans. It's as if we’re hungry and starving for touch with how quickly we remove our clothes. We take each other in, our chests heaving then lays back on the bed.

"Come take what you want, Dollface. Use me, fuck me.” He licks the cut I’ve made on his lip as his eyes consume every inch of me. “It's yours. You can do what you want to me."

He grabs my hips as I climb up on top of him. My wet, slick cunt hovers just above his cock. I grab him, lining his cock up with my entrance and I take him to the hilt.

"Fuck, Storm, I love the way your needy pussy takes all of me." I lean over to kiss him as I move my hips, riding him, feeling him deep inside me.

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