Abel, p.8
Abel, page 8
Huh? Wonder what this could be about. I take a seat on his little stool and start spinning in circles.
“Little late for the birds and the bees talk, that ship has sailed a LONG time ago.” I come to a stop looking at him standing across the room. He’s leaning on a counter, arms crossed over his chest, his glare calling me an idiot.
“How much of a possessive prick are you with your wife?”
Um, that’s question throws me for a loop. I am one of the few people that knows of the dear Doc’s sexual proclivities. So my temper spikes.
“The fuck you getting at Doc?” I swear if he’s propositioning my wife we are going to have a serious fucking problem.
He laughs, “That answered that question. She needs her annual exam done. I can recommend a good female doctor if you are uncomfortable with me doing it.” He states professionally.
“Jesus, I’m sorry Doc. No, if she trusts you, so do I. You ain’t a perv after all. Well, not here.” I wink at him. Crisis averted.
“Christ is nothing sacred to you, FUCK.” Doc leaves me laughing behind him as he leaves the room. I stand up off the stool dizzy as hell to follow him out.
We rejoin the party preparers as Dylan is coming in with two plates full of BLT’s and sweet potato fries. She’s like a walking wet dream, dancing around the obstacles with her arms above her head, plates balanced in her palms. I swear she’s in slow motion.
I feel a finger on my chin and jerk back.
“You had a little drool their bro.” Cane laughs at me pointing at my chin. Asshole.
“Fuck off, you can’t cock block my wife asshole.”
I’m mad as hell he stopped me from watching her get over here. Dylan finally gets to me, sits on my lap, and hands me a plate.
“I added avocado to the BLT’s.” She says while taking a big bite.
“God I love you.” I pop a fry in my mouth and moan at how good it tastes.
“Kinky, see you two in Church.” Cane says as he stands.
I watch him disappear around the corner. Then dig into my sandwich. We’re just about finished when Satan walks in.
“We good?” I ask.
He nods, “Five minutes.” He leans in to kiss his baby girl.
“Hey, Daddy. Dorian is still sleeping. Doc had to dose her. It had been about seventy-two hours.” She looks so sad suddenly.
“Might be better she misses this then,” he says sighing. “See you inside.” He turns and heads off.
“Abel, I’m gonna grab some ginger ales. Want anything sweet?” Her sadness for her sister is still in her eyes.
“I’ll have you later. Now hurry or we’ll be late.” I smack her ass on the way past me.
She giggles and says “I’m hurrying!”
She gets to the bar, glances around, and then slowly bends over, at the waist, to grab the sodas from a mini-fridge. I’m going to spank the shit outta her. My ass is in full display and she gives it a little shake looking over her shoulder at me.
Great, now I gotta get through Church with a hard-on.
The little tease gets back to me, sodas in hand, and hauls my ass up out of the chair. We walk into church and take our seat, her in my lap. Satan stands and starts to circle the table. Dylan shifts in my lap. She knows her dad well.
He gets to the side table with a basket on it. “New rule,” he grabs it and shoves it in a prospect's hands “everyone's phones in the basket, NOW.”
I lift my ass cheek and grab my phone, look at Dylan but she shakes her head. When the basket is full she pushes it to me.
While he talks I power them all off and start removing sim cards. Satan explains, “We have a leak. I’m a fair man. I vetted most of you myself. Which means I am choosing to believe we are bugged instead of we have a snitch.”
That’s part truth and bullshit. We know we aren’t bugged but we are going to flush this motherfucker out with deception.
I hand the sim cards to Cane. He pulls a zippo out of his pocket, grabs a bunch of tissues from a box on the table, and lights them on fire inside the silver bowl on the table.
“I am going to start from the newest member to my VP and weed out the problem. If you need to confess something you have twelve hours to come to see me. Otherwise Pinky will be paying you all a visit. We are on lockdown until further notice.” Satan drops the bomb then leaves.
“Guess that means I gotta work, love.” I turn to say to Dylan. She stands, walks over to the walls of bookshelves.
“Let me pick something to read and I’ll be right in.” She throws over her shoulder.
I come up behind her, kiss her neck, and whisper, “Take your time. Watch your dress too.” If she flashes the room I’ll be serving twenty to life.
She’s biting her lip and scanning over the hundreds of books trying to pick her next favorite. Hand on her ass holding the dress in place. Good.
“Ok.” She replies as I head to my office.
“Hold up bro.” Says Cane following me out. I wait for him to join me. I open the door to my command center. I have a wall of monitors, various keyboards, tablets, and phones scattered over my huge desk. Other than my chair, a small couch, and the servers on the left wall, this room is completely empty of clutter.
“What’s up?” I turn to him while taking my seat.
Cane closes my door and reaches for my hand. Confused, I open my palm. He drops the sim cards into my hand. My eyes fly up to his.
“I watched you burn these.” I grin. I should have known better. I shake my head. “Guess those magic lessons paid off. What was in the bowl?” Tricky bastard.
“Pieces of plastic from the garage. Will they help?” Cane sits on the couch.
“They won’t hurt. I can pull all the phone data off of them. Down to the GPS location photos were taken from.” I say while getting to work.
The door opens and Dylan walks in with three books in her arms. My little bookworm is always the happiest with books in her hands.
“Couldn’t make up your mind?” I tease.
“More like I didn't have to.” Her smile is contagious. She takes a seat next to Cane.
“Get lost bro, I got work to do.” My eyes are glued to my wife's legs. That dress is barely covering her pussy. Cane rises from his seat, flips me the bird, and slams the door behind him.
“What was that for?” Dylan asks. Batting ear eyelashes at me so innocently.
“He’s jealous my dinner will be better than his,” I say as I lower myself to the ground and I crawl over to her. Her legs part at my approach. I doubt she even realizes it.
“Abel, you said you had, oh,” I have her legs spread over my shoulders and my lips around her clit before she can finish her thought.
“Shit, why are you so good at this?” she asks and I can’t help my chuckle.
NO way in hell will I ever admit to my level of practice. But if she ever had any doubts on how I got my club nickname this will confirm it.
“Cannibal.”
That's all I have to say before going back to eating my favorite meal. Her intake of breath tells me she finally gets the club's inside joke. I love to eat.
14
DORIAN
I wake up feeling heavy. God, I hate sleeping meds, but they are a necessary evil. It’s the only way I can get rest without nightmares. I stretch out my back, reaching for my phone. Ten hours of sleep in the last ninety-six. I can go three more days now easily. Dropping the phone on the bed, I sit up.
I look at myself in confusion. I’m in a sports bra and boy shorts. Doc must have stripped me after I passed out. I hate sleeping in clothes, but he knows my triggers and limits.
Time to test my grogginess. I seem to be steady on my feet as I walk to the bathroom. It’s a nice change from the drunken wobble I normally have. Side effects are the fucking devil.
Looking into the mirror at my reflection startles me. My pink pixie cut needs a shape up, my eyebrows need a good wax, all my piercings are in place, and no bags under my eyes. I nod at myself, grab my clippers and turn on my wax melter. Time to get my armor on.
Two hours later I look like a new woman walking into the common room. Dragon whistles at me, Wrench says “There's our lassie,” and my dad just looks at me with worry in his eyes.
“Let’s get started Satan,” I say in greeting. I am mission-focused.
He nods, stands and we head outside to our bikes. Dad gets on his matte black Roadster. The custom chrome club logo I got him for Christmas shining in the low sun.
“Are you sure about this?” Nope, but it’s my job so why ask me that.
“Are you? Why give me this job and then question if I can do it?” I snap back. My insecurities make me defensive on a good day. Today is as bad as they get.
He chuckles and says ‘That’s my girl so low I barely hear it. He’s trying to rile me up. He knows I work best in my default setting, RAGE. He’s lucky I love him so much. I’ve cut balls off men for less.
I get on my custom black and pink Nightster and follow him out of the lot. It’s a nice quiet ride over to HAVOC. The temperatures have dropped and I can smell the rain coming. I’ve always had a sixth sense and learned the hard way not to ignore it. One look at the clouds rolling our way has me thinking that tonight isn’t going to go to plan and we might need backup. This storm isn’t the only one coming our way.
We pull up to the gym's rear entrance. I shot a text off to Cane and I join dad at the backdoor.
“Wait.” I stop him from opening the door. He looks at me with his palm hovering over the scanner. When I get “Copy” back from Cane, I look up at Satan and say “I need my Dad right now, ok?”
He nods, lowers his hand, and waits for me. I hate rehashing the past. Pretending it didn’t happen is easier. The less I talk about it the better. Especially since not everyone knows the whole truth. Lying gets tricky over the years. I sigh, here goes nothing.
“I need to leave Willy for last and I have to deal with him alone.”
Dad steps back from me as if I struck him. I look in his eyes, I see the confusion.
“Why?” Is all he asks.
“Please trust me. I can’t explain.” It’s as honest as I can be.
“I don’t like it. Cameras stay on.” He doesn’t argue, it’s not his way. He slams his palm on the scanner. It’s the only visible sign of his anger but he’s respecting my request.
“Let’s get started.” He holds the door open for me.
“Prospects first. If they betrayed us we need to know why and to who.” I state as we get on the elevator.
“Agreed.” Satan sighs.
In the twenty-five years since he started this MC his vetting process has been solid. The idea that he took in a rat is weighing heavily on him. For the first time in my life, my dad looks old. He’s only fifty-three for fucks sake.
“I’ll find the mole,” I assure him.
We get off the elevator and go straight to the interrogation room. Both prospects are standing on chairs, their arms held over their heads by chains. I open the door, pull my blades from the holster on my back and kick the chairs out from under them.
“Who wants to start talking first?”
Dylan
Abel has been typing away on his computers for hours. I keep trying to read but my head isn’t in it. I text Abe to please make us two ribeyes and baked potatoes with steamed broccoli. It’s getting late and I know he’s got to be starving. Although if he’s going to eat me the way he did earlier if I keep him hungry, I muse to myself when he interrupts my wayward thoughts.
“You are rubbing your thighs together rather hard love, I can hear how wet you are from here. Are you reading a dirty book?” Abel chuckles as his fingers run across his keyboard.
“Nope, just ordered us dinner and was remembering your earlier meal,” I say happily grinning ear to ear.
“God yes I’m starving. How long before dinner is ready?”
I drop the book I gave up on ages ago and glance at my phone. “Abe said about twenty minutes.”
“Good, I can finish this trace and you can tell me about the safe house while we eat.” Abel keeps flipping through screens and typing away making his codes. It’s all a bunch of nonsense to me, 0010001100111. Gives me a headache just looking at it. My husband knows ten languages but coding by far is his best.
“I’m going to walk over to the bar. Be back in a few.” I stand, make sure my ass is covered, and reach for the door.
“Hold on, I’m done.” He stands, stretches, smiles, and grabs my hand.
“Let’s just eat there then.” He shakes his head at my suggestion.
“Can’t have people overhearing us, love.” Right, this is a need-to-know story.
“Ok, outside? I just need a change of scenery.” I hate lockdowns. Being forced to stay at the clubhouse I can handle. But not being able to see the sky? It feels too much like a prison to me. So hopefully he’ll bend the rule for me.
“Sure, an evening picnic sounds great.” Wow, guess being an old lady comes with certain advantages, like rule-breaking after all.
Abel ushers me into MorningStar Grill. The club owns several businesses but the bar is attached to the clubhouse.
“Hey pops!” Abel yells at his father behind the bar.
Abraham “Abe” Brooks, my new father-in-law, stops cleaning glasses and comes around to bear hug me, ignoring his son completely.
I’m giggling so hard I barely hear Abel.
“Pops, put my wife down. Go get your own dammit.”
I can feel him yanking my dress down. I must be flashing the bar. Oops, my face must be red as hell. Abe drops me on my feet and I adjust my dress looking at Abel. He just winks at me.
“Boy, I’m too old for new pussy and I doubt there’s any out there better than your ma’s. God rest her soul.” Crude and respectful in the same sentence, that sums up all the Brooks men.
“Welcome to the family deary. It’s about fucking time too. This boy has been wanking his pecker to you for years. Honestly not sure if it works anymore.” Abe is chuckling at us and Abel is pulling me away to the kitchen area.
“Thanks, pop. I appreciate your confidence in me furthering the family line.” Abel smirks. We leave him to the bar as we go to get our food.
Cane is in the kitchen pulling things out of the oven when we enter.
“Can you ever stop working?” Abel asks his older brother.
“Sure, but then you won’t eat.” Cane puts our food on a tray, turns, and puts his hands on his head.
“Wow, you two actually look married. I think it just hit me.” Cane whispers.
I look up over my shoulder at Abel. His smiling face is filled with pure happiness.
“Come on,” I say, grabbing the tray of food.
Walking past Cane I hear a slap and “Awesome job little bro.” Abel just grunts at the praise.
15
ABEL
It’s a tranquil evening in Paradise. A cool breeze keeps most of the bugs away as we sit eating our steak and potatoes. Dylan is leaning her back to my chest, gazing at the sunset.
I pop a bite of food in my mouth, “Ok love, start at the beginning.”
She takes a big breath and starts. “In the beginning, God made the,” I start tickling her.
“Smartass, I seem to be rubbing off on you.” She’s laughing and crying, yelling at me “Ok ok stop!” I let her catch her breath.
“How it started you’ll have to get from Pinky. I woke up to her aiming her rifle out the window. She told me three guys were snooping, two around the house and one in the kitchen. They seemed to be looking at the walls.” She takes a sip of water.
“You know Pinky sometimes just knows things right?” I nod. “Well, she just saw it for what it was. They were searching for an entrance, looking for a secret door. Rubbing the walls feeling for a locking mechanism or something I guess.”
I’m rubbing her hip while she talks. Putting that safe room in the attic was one of my brilliant ideas. The door is completely hidden unless you know where to press it. The seam of the door is masked by beams. The lock behind the crown molding. I’ll have to remember to rub that in Satan’s face later.
“Once the second guy came into the kitchen, Pinky tripped the alarm and the bars came down over the doors and windows trapping them in. She shot the one left outside. While the two idiots in the kitchen tried to get out, we snuck down and knocked them out. The prospects helped us tie them up and carry them outside. Then we turned on them. The rest you pretty much know.” She finishes and takes a drink of water.
“Guess I’ll talk to Pinky for the rest when she’s done.” I kiss her shoulder.
“Think she’ll be ok?” Her concern for her sister is ever-present.
“Dy, love you have met her right? She has rage issues, throws knives like a ninja, and can shoot the wings of a fly on a donkey's ass from one hundred yards away. She’ll be fine.” I chuckle cause if anyone can handle this integration it’s Dorian fucking Cole.
“Mentally Abel. She’s gonna be facing a Cardona again.” She’s shaking like a leaf even though it’s eighty degrees out here.
“Yea, I think she will be. She needs to bury the past, literally. Maybe then she’ll be able to rest without medicine helping.” I rub her arms to help with a chill I can’t feel.
“Are you all done? Wanna go back inside?” I feel helpless when she’s like this. Not being able to vanquish her mental demons kills me inside.
“I’m done, but no. Let’s enjoy this sunset a little longer.” She snuggles closer, props her legs up on the bench, and sighs. “It’s gonna be a long night isn’t it?” She muses. I nod and put my chin on her shoulder.
“Yea, wanna Netflix, and chill?” I tease.
“No, I wanna learn how to give you a blow job.” Choking on the water I was trying to drink. That was the last thing I expected her to say. But I’m game!
I have her over my shoulder and running for our rooms so quickly I must look like a cartoon character.
“OUI, what’s the fecking hurry!” Yells Wrench as we zoom past him. “Who’s cleaning up your mess!”
