Defiance devils riot mc.., p.12
Defiance (Devil's Riot MC Tennessee), page 12
“No,” she whispers, tears no longer filling her eyes, but they’re still shimmering. This time with all that’s my woman. “I think I got it.”
“Good, now I’m gonna fuck you again, but swear to fuck I can’t get enough of you.” I swiftly yank the shirt up and over her head. Without anything between us, chest to chest, I shove my fingers in Storm’s hair and hold her to me while stealing her lips, kissing the hell out of my woman.
This is just the start of what I’ll be doing throughout the night. I’m not going to stop until she knows without a doubt when I’m inside her, no other bitch is on my mind or can do to me what she does.
CHAPTER 19
BLOW
“Paperwork is filed. We’re now owners to a real estate company,” I announce, sitting at the table with my brothers.
It’s been a few days since the night Storm and Chelsea pulled their antics. The men who haven’t been around them for that shit learned real quick, don’t get in their line of sight. Though I did have words with both women. Told them no more shit that will leak to a brother.
“We need to put someone in charge of the place,” Lucky grumbles. He’s still pissed about being attacked by bees. Think he’s more butthurt about the fact Nines got that shit on video. Can’t blame him for it either, considering he was collateral damage for my woman and her best friend’s payback.
Shit, it still guts me to think why she felt she needed that payback, but thinking on it, I fucking get it.
“Agreed, it needs to be someone who knows what the hell they’re doing,” Nines states, nodding, glancing around the table.
“Fuckin’ hate to throw her name in, but why not put Chelsea in there,” Lucky suggests, clenching his hands into fist and glaring at the table.
“What the fuck? Why would we put her in charge of handling a business, let alone this one?” Scorn questions harshly. “Besides, she’s a fucking pain in the ass. How would we know she wouldn’t fuck shit up?”
“Because the bitch is smart as hell,” Lucky snaps, shooting daggers at Scorn. “I don’t even want to put her in the damn position, but even I know she’s smart.”
“I’ve got to agree,” Griz states, rapping his knuckles on the arm of his chair while he leans back, rocking the damn thing. “Driver told me she’s been taking courses in accounting and real estate. Said Grinder was having her go over the books with him and pointed out a shit ton of issues that were being missed on shit.”
“Exactly,” Lucky grumbles. “She’s been doing it since she graduated when she was seventeen. That’s two years ago, almost three.”
I nod, seeing where he’s going with this. “We put her in there; we’re gonna need to put someone on her. At least for a while.”
“So, we put her in the hot box, and what? What about this weasel of a lawyer?” Nines throws his voice into the topic.
Leaning back in my chair, I bend an elbow bringing my fingers up to tap them against my chin. My brothers know I do this when I think. It’s a habit. One I ain’t ever been able to get rid of. No matter how telling it is about what I’m doing.
“We put Flash and Torch on her while she’s at the offices. She’s not there without them. Keys can go with them for a bit. Look into the computer programs. We’ll get the security system situated and tied to ours. While in the building Flash and Torch, you’ll keep eyes open and see if you can’t get a gist on what we know about Mr. Gallagher. I’ve also got Markus keeping an eye on him. I agree he could be a problem. Especially with what he’s talking about. Does anyone disagree with this?” I know things will have to be further ironed out on what the fuck they’ll be doing, but it’s a start.
I wait to hear anything before nodding. “Right, that’s done. Let’s get the hell out of here. We’ve got other shit to handle.” I stay seated along with Nines. The two of us need to talk about a few things Markus pointed out when he’d been here.
“Prez, need to talk to you when you get a chance, you and Nines,” Sniper says once the room is clear, leaving him as the last at the door.
“Have a seat, Sniper,” I mutter, motioning for him to sit back down. “We can talk about it now if need be.”
“It’s better if Rain were in here,” he states, meeting my gaze head-on.
“Right, get her then.” I don’t know what the hell it’s about, but I’m getting the feeling it ain’t good.
It can’t be.
Not even two minutes later, Rain joins us, taking a seat in Sniper’s lap.
“Rain, you need to tell them,” Sniper says, his voice gentle as he speaks to his ol’ lady.
Nodding Rain takes a deep breath and looks between both Nines and me. “There are some things about my life only two people in this club know about besides myself. One being Sniper, the other was Nines’ dad, Baller.”
I stiffen at her little disclosure. What the fuck am I missing? I don’t like the fact I’ve been kept in the dark on something. And if my gut is right, that something is not fucking good.
“What I’m going to say can’t get to Storm. I don’t want her to know. If she finds out, she’ll freak out, but more she’ll feel it and maybe blame herself. I know my daughter,” she says, meeting my gaze. “You know her as well. This could hurt her.”
“Then go ahead and tell me,” I demand, doing my best to keep a lid on my anger.
“My father, Storm’s grandfather, is Dorin Dragomir,” Rain announces.
I nearly shoot out of my chair at the bomb she throws at me. “Come again?”
“Did you just say you’re Dorin Dragomir’s daughter? As in Dorin Dragomir from the Romanian Mafia?” Nines asks, sitting forward in his chair as well. The tension nearly vibrating off of him.
“Yes,” she whispers and looks to Nines. “I’m sure you’re connecting the dots right now and understanding.”
Dorin Dragomir was Baller’s cousin. And the reason we started working hand in hand with the Romanian Mafia.
“We’ll someone better explain to me so that I might understand,” I growl, not liking any of this.
Rain brings her gaze back to mine and sighs. “Years ago, I came to the US on vacation. My father allowed this because he knew where I wanted to go. I never hid who I was from him, and it’s one of the things he loves about me. I’m the only daughter, and he would give me the world. My brothers were just the same. And as far as I know, my father never told my brothers this story either. If they knew, they’d be demanding blood. My father wanted to wreak vengeance long ago, but I begged him to leave it be.
“See, while I was here, I met Douglas Mann. He charmed me. I stayed telling my father that I fell in love with a man I couldn’t live without. He didn’t like this but agreed because I was happy. I also had Baller if I needed him. Though at the time, I never knew Baller was my father’s cousin. He just told me if I ever needed to, to go to Baller.
“Well, not long after I made this decision, Douglas showed his true colors. The demon behind the mask. I tried on many occasions to escape him. He refused to allow this. I didn’t know what he was truly capable of. Not until he raped me. Forced me to carry his child. His parents died helping me escape with Storm. They loved their granddaughter enough to die for her.
“The reason Douglas never came after me once I escaped is because I got in touch with my father again. I hadn’t spoken to him in nearly two years at this point. Douglas forced me to cease all connections with my family.
“To this day, I barely see my family, and this is now because my father is protecting us. He looked into Douglas Mann and found out the man was a snake. A dangerous snake. He’s also associated with a group called the Crimson Blood Clan.”
“Fuck,” I mutter, having heard of this group. There have been rumblings about them for years. But no one knows exactly what they’re into. Just rumors.
“Yes, that about sums it up. To protect me, my father leaves it be. But also because he knows Sniper has us. He asked Baller to send someone to protect us. He didn’t know at the time I’d end up falling for the man who keeps us safe.”
“Right, does he know anything about what’s going on as of late? How Mann is dead and leaving stuff to Storm?”
“No, it’s been a few weeks since I last spoke to him. He does know she’s pregnant and wishes to have a relationship with his granddaughter and her children. The same goes with my brothers,” she murmurs, looking at me apologetically. Like there’s something else she’s about to tell me. And she doesn’t leave me waiting. “I have not seen my father in years. The last time was when Storm was very little, and we took a trip to the mountains to see him. He intends to be here in a month.”
“Motherfucker.” The word is torn from my mouth before I can stop it. This means that I need to make sure whatever is going on—what we’re missing with this bullshit is figured out and taken care of. I don’t need issues with the Romanian mafia.
CHAPTER 20
STORM
Two Weeks Later . . .
Somethings up. I can feel it. Hell, I can taste it. Between the way Blow’s frustrated and not wanting to talk to me, I know without a doubt it’s big.
In fact, all the brothers are tense. Stressed, I might add.
Worse of it is Blow’s been keeping me at a distance, and I don’t like it. It keeps putting ideas in my head. Ideas I try to block out, but it’s hard.
Doesn’t help that I feel like I exploded overnight, and my man hasn’t barely touched me other than to rest his hand on my stomach. We went from having mind-blowing sex constantly to him giving me quick kisses.
It’s gotten to the point unless I need something, I’ve become a hermit sticking to our room. And today I’ve got a doctor’s appointment which is where I’m sitting waiting on the nurse. I don’t even think Blow knows I left the clubhouse, though I told him about the time of it just yesterday. This doesn’t include the text I sent either.
I’m doing my best not to overthink or go into my head with how he’s acting—to keep the what-if questions at bay.
Tears prick my eyes, and I wipe them away. I haven’t had to go to a doctor’s appointment alone since the first one. Still, with that one, Blow showed up.
Maybe I need to confront him about it. I’ll figure something out after my doctor’s visit. I don’t. I’m scared of what he might say or what I’ll find out.
“Mrs. Taylor.” I shake off the thoughts for the time being. Right now is about my children. Blow’s children. Our children.
Sitting behind the wheel of the SUV, I stare out the front windshield, holding back tears. He didn’t show up to the appointment.
I suck in a deep breath and glance at the time. I’m not ready to go back to the clubhouse. At this point, I highly doubt Blow knows I’m gone. Hungry, I start the massive vehicle and pull out of the parking lot of the doctor’s office.
Out on the road, I head toward my favorite restaurant. The drive only takes me five minutes before I’m pulling into a parking space. I shut off the engine, pull the key from the ignition, and hop out, taking my purse with me. I walk up to the doors and push them open before stepping inside, hearing the music playing softly throughout the building. Sighing, I smile at the hostess and allow her to seat me at a booth that just so happens to be right in front of where I parked.
“What can I get you to drink?” The waitress comes over right away and places chips and salsa on the table in front of me.
“Sweet tea, please,” I answer politely, giving her a smile.
Nodding, she goes to get my drink, and I dig my phone out of my purse to check for any messages. Nothing.
My chest aches at knowing he’s forgotten me.
The waitress brings my drink back, and I order my food. I know what I want by heart without looking.
Unlocking my screen on the phone, I pull up contacts and scroll down until I get to the one I want.
I touch the little phone icon and bring the device to my ear, steading my arm by bracing my elbow on the table.
“Yo, Stormy, how’s my baby sister doing?” he asks, picking up on the second ring.
I could’ve probably called and asked Chelsea to join me for lunch, but she’s just starting out at her new job. One that puts her in the real estate office I signed over to Blow and the club. But this is an ‘I need my brother moment’.
“Hey, Nerd. What are you doing?” I do everything I can to keep my voice upbeat
“At work, getting shit done before heading to the clubhouse,” he answers, and I know I didn’t fool him. “Now, answer my question. How are you doing? Or should I ask what’s wrong?”
Unfortunately, but I’ll blame it on the hormones, I burst into a fit of tears. Sobbing as I tell my brother everything. All the stuff from the past several weeks. I hadn’t talked to him in nearly a month, I guess. So, it’s a lot he’s finding out, and he just lets me cry.
After a while, I calm down enough, and he’s able to talk again.
“Right, Stormy, I want you to listen to me. If I was there, I’d be punching him in the face for making you cry, but then again, he might not realize it. Dad’s filled me in on a few things, and I’m guessing whatever it is, you don’t know. You need to talk to him,” Nerd says calmly.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, wiping the tears from my cheeks.
“Storm, you’re strong, and don’t let anything stand in your way. You need to calm down, go back to the clubhouse, and find Blow,” Nerd states tersely. I’m sure if he were standing directly in front of me, he’d point in the direction I needed to go.
Sighing, I nod, though I know he doesn’t see me. “I’ll go home after I finish lunch. I just ordered before calling you.”
“Just so long as you do it,” he mutters, and I hear someone in the background calling his name.
“I’m good,” I whisper, though that’s a lie.
“All right, Stormy, call me later, and if you wait nearly a month again to pick up the phone, I’ll come out there,” he threatens.
“You know you can’t threaten me with you coming out here. I miss you,” I say, genuinely smiling and glancing around the restaurant, spotting the waitress heading in my direction with my food.
“Miss you too, Stormy,” Nerd says before hanging up.
I bring the phone from my ear and place it on the table just as the waitress sets my plate in front of me. The smell of my burrito hits my nose, making me sigh. I can at least alleviate one thing—my hunger.
I pick up my rolled-up utensils and open them to grab my fork. I’m about to take my first bite when my phone pings letting me know I have a message.
My heart rate increases and I nearly knock my plate over into my lap. I drop my fork, lift my phone and unlock the screen to see the message.
But it’s not from Blow. It’s someone else. My brow furrows as I open it.
Unknown
You have something of mine.
Shaking my head, I close out of the message and put my phone back down. I don’t know what that’s about, but I’m sure it’s got to be a wrong number situation. It has to be. Right?
CHAPTER 21
BLOW
Twisting my neck from side to side, working the crick I’ve got, I draw in a frustrating breath. Keys was able to find some shit while being at the real estate company. Douglas Mann wasn’t just doing well in the business, but he’d been actively laundering money. So much, I’m surprised he never got caught.
In the past two weeks, I’ve found enough shit I could choke on it. This is something I don’t want to be doing.
My phone ringing pulls me from my head. I pick up the damn thing and check to see who the caller is. I clench the device in my hand when I see it’s Nerd. Fuckin’ hell.
Answering, I put the phone on speaker and set it down. “What’s up, Nerd?”
“What’s up is what I’m wondering,” he snarls harshly through the line.
“You wanna tell me what you’re talking about?” I demand, tensing at the tone he’s taken with me soon as I answer.
“I wanna know why the fuck my sister is calling me bawling her fuckin’ eyes out,” he states, shocking the hell out of me. “Tell me one good reason I shouldn’t come out there and put a hurtin’ on your ass.”
What the fuck?
“What are you talking about?” My anger boils, and it’s all I can do to keep a lid on it.
“I’m talking about my fuckin’ sister and you being a dick to her.”
“Come again? I haven’t been a dick to Storm. I’m working at making sure she’s safe,” I snarl, banging a fist on my desk.
“If you’re making her safe, then where the hell is she?” At his question, my entire body grows taut, and I look to the door of my office. It’s then I realize I haven’t set eyes on her all day.
Fuck me.
I pick up my cell, hang up on Nerd, and pull up the text message thread between Storm and me. I scan over the last one she sent me, and I nearly see red.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Standing with enough force, I send my chair toppling over. I stalk out of my office and down the hall to mine and Storm’s room to confirm what I already suspect. I barely step over the threshold and know she’s not here.
Storms gone.
She left without me. Hell, she left without even telling me.
Pulling up the app on my cell to track her phone and both vehicles she’d drive. Two of the dots show she’s not too far away. Zooming in on it, I see that she’s at a damn restaurant. I storm out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me, and make my way out to my bike. I’m not about to let this shit slide. Storm knows she’s supposed to tell me when she’s gotta go somewhere.
