Dead souls mc complete s.., p.37
Dead Souls MC (Complete Series #1-5), page 37
We all panned our gazes over to him and he shook his head.
“That cabin isn’t the only time something’s been leaked. Remember how the U.S. District Attorney got all that fucking information on the case even before Monroe did?” Diesel asked.
“Fuck. I completely forgot about that shit,” Rock said.
“I didn’t know a damn thing about what was going on with any of that until Knox brought it to our attention,” Diesel said.
“None of us knew what was going on,” Mick said.
“Is it possible we have a listener? That the lodge might be bugged or something?” I asked.
“Then we’d have to start looking at people who have come into the group from the outside,” Diesel said. “And I’m sorry, but I refuse to believe Everly’s some kind of fucking mole or some shit.”
“No, that’s not possible,” I said. “Minus the fact that we’ve known every step she’s taken for the past three weeks, no one even knew who she was until she came forward. Not even the police. She’s got an alibi fourteen fucking miles long sitting in a file somewhere in the Redding precinct.”
“So, we’re back to square one,” Diesel said.
“Nope. Square two. Because we finally got you to admit that there’s someone feeding information to people they don’t need to be talking to,” Brewer said.
“I’m about eighty percent there,” Diesel said.
“Eighty perc-? The fuck? Are you serious?” Rock asked. “How the hell are you still only eighty percent convinced we have a fucking rat sitting at this damn table?”
“Because I’m having a hard time believing any one of you would roll over on this damn club. Take you, for instance,” Diesel said.
“Me? The fuck did I do?” Rock asked.
“You came to us during one of the most vulnerable points in your life. You’d lost everything. Everyone you ever loved. We literally saved your ass. I’m hard-pressed to think you’d roll over on us,” Diesel said. “And you, Brewer. You came along with Rock. You were the only thing he had close to a friend after what happened to him. Roaming the halls together as high school best friends. I have a hard time believing you’d roll over on any of us, much less your best fucking friend.”
“Damn straight I wouldn’t,” Brewer said.
“And Grave. Really? You? It isn’t even fathomable. Not only can you not stand law enforcement in general, but you pledged within three months of hooking up with us. You took bullets for me. For Rock. You put yourself in front of Brewer on four occasions when shit went south with a business deal. You really mean to convince me you’d roll over on us?” Diesel said.
“Not a fucking chance,” I said.
“And Mick. You’re our numbers guy. The newest member of us, but the most dedicated. You’re the guy we call to talk to. The guy who knows all our bullshit when we can’t sleep at four in the morning. You came to us after your family was murdered in cold blood and you asked for our help. Said you’d take out any loan you needed to in order to pay us. Remember that?”
“How the fuck could I forget?” Mick asked.
“You ran with us before you were one of us. Hopped on your bike and rode with us to figure out who the hell had slaughtered your family. You were loyal to us before you were one of us. You really mean to tell me you might be someone who’d roll over on us?” Diesel asked.
“Nope. Never,” Mick said.
“And then there’s me. The one who looks the most plausible as the rat. But I’m not. My great-grandfather fucking founded this club. This group was my father’s life support. My mother’s backbone. I live and breathe and drink this club. You’re my family. I’d die for my family. And anyone that comes into it from the outside-- like Monroe and Everly-- they’re my family as well. I would never fucking roll over on my damn crew. On my damn family!”
I believed him. I also saw the hurt in his eyes. Diesel was crying to convince himself that he could trust this family he’d put together. This family he’d known his entire life. But even though the truth was hard to swallow, it didn’t make it any less truthful.
“Eighty percent is better than nothing,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean we stop trying to figure out who the rat is.”
“We can’t rule out that someone has come in from the outside and compromised us,” Diesel said. “Until I’ve got concrete proof otherwise.”
“I get it,” I said.
“With Monroe being pregnant, can we just keep this away from her for now?” Knox asked.
“Of course,” Diesel said. “Just be aware of what she’s doing. In the meantime, I think we should do a full sweep of the lodge. Recalibrating of cell phones and shit. Just in case.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Rock said. “Ante up.”
We all tossed our cell phones across the table to Rock for him to start doing… whatever the fuck it was he did.
“I’ll go get the sweepers from the closet and we’ll split up,” Brewer said. “But everyone rakes over the whole house. So, no one can cover up anything.”
“Good idea,” Rock said. “And I’ll do the last sweep once I’m done with the cell phones.”
“Who’s going to check behind Rock and make sure he isn’t doing something to our cell phones?” Mick asked.
“You wanna sit here and watch what I’m doing? Be my guest,” Rock said.
“Don’t mind if I do,” Mick said.
Epilogue
Everly
Two Months Later
“Grave!”
“Yep!?”
“A little help, please?”
I groaned as my head flopped back onto the pillow.
I listened as Grave’s footsteps padded into the room. His arms wrapped around me and helped me upright as my hand fell to my stomach. I was massive, and getting bigger as the days passed on. Grave settled to his knees and placed his lips against my protruding belly button, smiling as my hand scratched at my stretch marks.
“You need to give Mom a break,” Grave said into my stomach. “You won’t let her sleep and now she can’t get up.”
“You tell ‘em,” I said breathlessly.
“You’re my boy. But you need to treat your mom with respect,” he said.
I placed my hand on top of Grave’s head as he spoke to our baby boy. I was two months pregnant and felt like a beached fucking whale already. I had to pee every hour. I wasn’t sleeping well. And now, I couldn’t sit up out of bed without feeling like I was going to puke. He grabbed my hands and helped me to my swollen feet, then ushered me into the kitchen.
“What smells so good?” I asked as I sniffed the air.
“Breakfast. Buttered toast, apple butter that Knox and Monroe brought over, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and hot sauce-”
“Ooh, do we have sour cream?” I asked.
“Already on the table,” he said with a smile.
He helped me sit down and the two of us began to eat. Breakfast was the best meal of the day, and Grave always knew how to do it right. I scarfed down his eggs and ate two pieces of toast before diving into the fruit salad Grave had made. My morning sickness never went away, and it never came in the morning either. Like clockwork, once nine in the evening rolled around, I was nauseous. Every single time. No matter what.
“I take it the breakfast is good?” Grave asked with a grin.
I moaned in approval before I took another bite of my toast.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said.
“What do you have on your agenda today?” I asked.
“Got church with the guys and then I think they want to take me out for one last hurrah before the baby gets here.”
“Does that mean Monroe’s coming over tonight?”
“She’s probably going to ask.”
“Then tell her there’s plenty of stuff for us to snack on and they’re welcome to come have a girl’s night,” I said with a smile.
But I saw the way Grave’s face fell and it worried me.
“Still panicked about the RICO case?” I asked.
“It’s still pending. Despite what we do and the actions we take to figure out who’s saying what, we’re all under the heat. I want to wrap all this shit up before Landon gets here, but I’m not sure if that’s going to happen.”
I reached over and took Grave’s hand within mine and brought it to my lips for a kiss.
“I know you’re not the rat,” I said. “I love you. I sit with you every day. I sleep beside you. I make love to you. I’m carrying your child.”
“And you look beautiful doing it,” he said.
“I know you’re not the one doing this. And I know you guys are worried that either myself or Monroe are one of the ones doing this.”
“I know you’re not.”
“It’s okay to be worried about us getting together. But I can promise you, we have nothing to do with this.”
“I’m going to have my phone on me all night,” he said. “If something happens or if Monroe says some-”
“When Monroe’s here, she’s safe and outside of scrutiny. But, if she says something I think is odd, I’ll let you know. You know this,” I said. “I want you to go out tonight and have a good time with the guys. Let all of this slide to the side, okay? We got through the big hurdle. My brother is in jail for a very long time and isn’t getting out anytime soon. Let’s take the time to celebrate that.”
“Okay,” he said. “You’re right. Okay.”
“I’m always right,” I said with a wink. “I just enjoy hearing it from you.”
Grave got up and walked around the table before he planted a kiss onto my lips. I melted into the taste of him. The hot sauce that still burned his skin. My hands rose to his hair and he helped me out of the chair, then the two of us stumbled to the couch.
“I think I’m still a little hungry,” he said as his eyes darkened.
“Then by all means,” I said as I spread my legs, “take a bite.”
Grave kissed down my neck and all the worries faded away from my body. My brother and his jail time fell from my mind and this shit with the RICO case and the rat fled from my memory. Grave’s lips were hot on my bare pussy as his tongue dipped in, and I wasted no time in rolling into his lips. I was insatiable. Sexually frustrated at all times while I was swollen with his child. And Grave never hesitated to bend to my every whim. I loved him. I loved being swollen with his child. And every time I looked at the engagement ring on my finger, it reminded me of the life I would lead with him. The family I would have with him. The love I would share with him for the rest of my life.
“Oh. Grave. What a way to wake up,” I said with a groan.
He groaned into my pussy and I felt myself dripping down his lips.
I had moved in with Grave the second we found out I was pregnant. He insisted I quit my job at the grocery store, but I told him I would be working until I no longer could. But the exhaustion I experienced all the way through my second trimester made me bow out of work around four months.
And I never looked back.
“Lick that pussy, Grave. Yes. Oh, oh shit. It’s. I’m so-”
My hips arched into his tongue and I raked my clit against it. Ground into his lips and tugged on his hair until I was sure I’d pull it from his scalp. His hands gripped tightly to the excess of my hips that had bloomed over the course of my pregnant, and I shook against his face as juices dripped down the crack of my ass.
I heard fabric drop to the floor before he stood up, his cock pulsing with need and dripping with precum.
I slid to the edge of the couch and wrapped my arms around his thighs. I pulled him closer to me, sliding his cock to the back of my throat. I loved the taste of him. The way he fisted my hair and guided my movements along his thick dick. I might control his house now that I lived with Grave, but he would always control my body. Have my heart. Guide my soul. I trusted him with everything I had and I knew I’d be safe so long as I was with him.
“I love you,” he said as my eyes panned up to his.
His free hand came down and cupped my cheek as I slid his cock to the back of my throat.
“I love you too,” I said with a smile.
Grave chuckled at the muffled phrase before he pulled me from his cock.
“Didn’t someone teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” he asked.
I found my back quickly against the couch as he threw my legs over his shoulders. He slid into me and I shook. Quaked. Quivered around him. He filled me so well. So perfectly. And my swollen pussy walls throbbed around him. He dropped to his hands, hovering over me as our eyes connected. I rose my left hand to cup his cheek and he kissed the finger sitting on my hand.
“We still haven’t set a date, you know,” Grave said.
I brought his lips to mine as his cock pulsed against my walls.
“How about Christmas Eve?” I asked.
“You want to do a wedding on Christmas Eve?”
“Why not? It would be pretty. We could go somewhere that snows. Take Landon with us. Have a short ceremony. Get snowed in at a cabin somewhere.”
He slid his cock out and eased back into me, making me gasp for air.
“Is that what you want?” Grave asked.
His hands found mine and threaded our fingers together.
“Yes,” I said with a whisper. “It’s what I want.”
He pinned my hands above my head as he gently folded me as far as I could go.
“Then it’s what you’ll get,” Grave said. “Anything and everything you could possibly want.”
“I love you,” I said as he slid from my pussy.
And he rocked against me until we came together, murmuring ‘I love you’’s as the love we had for one another poured from every cell of our bodies.
Brewer
1
Brewer
“You know there’s a fuckin’ rat,” Knox said.
We had been at odds for the last hour. And we were getting nowhere.
“I have to agree,” Grave said. “There’s no fucking way all of this shit didn’t go down without a rat in our midst.”
“But who would do something like that?” Mick asked. “Why the hell would one of us rat on our own damn family?”
“Mick’s right,” Diesel said. “I’m not ready to fully jump on board that there is a rat. There has to be something else going on.”
“Stop being so thick-headed,” I said. “This shit storm didn’t happen without someone telling someone else. It’s too specific and it’s put too many people at risk. I mean, how the hell did someone kidnap Everly from your place that apparently no one knew about!”
“Yeah, I’d like to know how the fuck they found us at your place Diesel,” Grave said through clenched teeth. I could tell that he was still pissed about that. Hell, if I were him, I would be too.
Diesel let out a sigh. “Someone had to go looking into my past. That cabin has been in my family for years.”
All eyes turned to Rock, who quickly held his hands up.
“Don’t fucking look at me,” he said.
“Lay off Rock. I just can’t get behind that one of us would do that,” Diesel said. “We know each other better than that.”
“Aren’t you the one who always told us to read between the lines? To see past our own damn emotions and look at things logically?” I asked. “You’re not looking at this logically.”
“You’re talking about accusing one of our own with cooperating with the feds. With spilling shit about our own club members to a rival club. That doesn’t just make them a rat, Brewer. It makes them a fucking traitor,” Diesel said.
“A traitor we have to flush out,” Knox said.
“And they’re going to retaliate,” Grave said. “Even though they don’t have a fucking leg to stand on, they will. They’ll use any excuse to come after us.”
“Grave’s right,” I said. “Even if you don’t believe there’s a rat, Diesel, you have to believe they’ll come after us. And we’ve got two pregnant women on our hands who will get caught in the crossfire if we aren’t careful.”
“I still can’t fucking believe you two assholes knocked some chicks up with the lives we lead,” Rock said.
“Hey, you shut your fuckin’ mouth,” Knox said.
“Or I’ll fucking shut it for you,” Grave said.
“What? You guys know the life we lead. You got your dicks recklessly wet and now we’ve got kids to protect. Fuck, could you guys not have postponed your love lives for another few weeks?” Rock asked.
“Can I kill him now?” Grave asked.
“I’ll help,” Knox said.
“Enough!”
We all turned our heads to face Diesel as he held out his arms.
“Look, we’re all on edge. But let’s get one thing fucking straight. There is no rat in this core group. There never has been and there never will be. It could be someone else in our club, but even that I don’t fucking believe.”
“Diesel you’re being an idiot,” I said.
“But I’m the idiot in charge, so you’ll do as I say. Back off the fucking rat bullshit.”
“And if something else happens?” Mick asked.
“Then I’ll fucking handle it,” Diesel said.
We all widened our eyes and I tried to suppress a grin. Shit. No one ever wanted Diesel to handle shit. He was that kind man that would sit down and tell you stories of his childhood before shooting you in your knees. He’d take you out at every fucking joint and let you bleed out on the damn floor while regaling you about his first childhood lesson he could remember.
Diesel gave a damn, but when he was pissed?
He was done.
Everyone was on their guard during church. We all knew there was a rat in the club, but we had no idea why Diesel was so unrelenting with the fact that there wasn’t. A part of me had learned a great deal from him, and it didn’t stop the question that raced through my mind.
Was it possible that Diesel was the rat?
I shook the thought from my head as we all stood from our chairs. Church was about to be dispersed and there was shit still to do. I had to go home and take care of some shit. I had to check up on my mom in the nursing home. I had to do a ride-around and make sure The Black Saddles weren’t pushing forward with any bullshit we had to keep our eyes on.
