***Bark***
“You sure about this?” Gust asks me.
“Yeah, I’m fucking sure. Set it up, ready to blow that fucking building. No one is in there yet and Ronin just let me know he saw Ross and Monica coming this way with three of his goons he always has around him. They’ll park in the garage like usual and we’ll be waiting for them.” I connect my gaze with Ferris. “Be ready to take Monica out of here the second we have a handle on this shit.”
Ferris gives me a nod. With all the information we’ve collected, it’s clear Monica is a victim in all of this. She’s got the hospital records to prove the abuse she’s suffering. Her mother married Ross’ father when Monica was sixteen. To make a long story short, she was never allowed to go anywhere alone and when her mother died, Ross made her his personal doll to do whatever he liked with her. That also entailed giving Monica a hair salon to keep her busy. Not out of the kindness of his heart, fuck no; the perfect cover for his drug business.
I don’t mind killing one or two more to get that drug chain out of business, but fuck…something about a conscience telling me I need to give Monica a chance to get her out of it. Even though we’re all aware she’s quite the addict. If it’s her taking it to get through the day or if he’s forcing her, we’ve yet to determine. Ferris suggested we put her in a rehab facility his nephew owns. It’s in another state so we’re giving her a chance here while we still have an eye on her to take that fucking chance.
“Action, guys,” Gust states and starts to run.
And again, when an explosive expert starts to run…you follow that dude in the direction he’s going. Although the explosives aren’t set to detonate yet.
There’s a black SUV pulling up in the driveway that leads to a garage. The garage we slipped into a moment ago. There are six of us and five of them. Not quite fair, but who fucking cares. I would have gladly done this myself but it is what it is.
The doors slide open and I watch how Monica is being dragged out of the SUV by a guy while Ross’ voice rings out. “Now why did you give it to her already, Todd? I needed her to have a clear head.”
“She overheard Ron and me about you giving the order to kill that hair salon chick. She went berserk, I had to,” Todd replies.
“And I needed her at that fucking party that’s going to take place in two hours and now she’s fucking wasted you moron!” Ross snarls.
The last guy steps out of the SUV and that’s our cue to attack. I lunge for Ross while I let my brothers take care of the rest of them. The world doesn’t exist for me right now other than the limited space Ross and I are in. He manages to palm his gun but it’s no use, I’ve got him disarmed with a twist of my hand before I grip my knife and plunge it in his gut while grabbing the fucker by the throat.
“You’ve made your last move, fucker. I’m ending you. Fucking drug dealing scum.” I punctuate each word with a stab of my knife into him.
He doesn’t even get a chance to fight me and even if he could, it would be no use. My favorite color starts to seep through his clothes and leaks over my hand. I pull back slightly, creating the room I need for one final thing.
“Lights out, motherfucker,” I snarl and lodge my knife underneath his chin, impaling his head on my knife in one smooth move.
With a feeling of contentment, I slide my favorite knife out and wipe it somewhat clean on his clothes. Glancing around, I see my brothers watching me, bodies of Ross’ men on the ground and all taken care of. Ferris is holding Monica, who’s drugged out of her mind, in his arms.
“Go, get her out of here,” I tell him and all he gives me is a nod before he disappears out of the garage.
“Okay, brothers, time to get the hell out of here so I can push the button and sweep this place of any evidence,” Gust tells us.
We head out and the second we’re at a safe distance, Gust blows the place up, taking care of all of our problems in one go; bye, bye evidence. I use the ride back to the clubhouse to let the wind blow away the rest of the stress I’ve built up with the shit that went down. My chest is tightening with the fact that everything is taken care of. My woman doesn’t have to look over her shoulder ever again. Not to mention the world is cleared of another dirty drug dealing scum.
When I finally step inside the clubhouse, I make my way to my room. I need a damn shower before I search for Jodi. Not that I have to actually go and hunt her down or something. Anouk wanted her company to chat, eat ice cream, watch a movie, or some vampire series, hell…I don’t fucking know. All they said was they needed girl time and Anouk was happy there finally was another Old Lady around.
That also pleased Ronin. Gave the fucker a chance to have his Old Lady looked after, have her all content, and a way not to have her clean the place. So that all worked out. The last few days they’ve become fast friends. She’s managed to slide into my life at warp speed, taking my heart along with it while she settles in my lifestyle without even looking back. We both have our eyes set on the future and it’s one I’m set to enjoy to the fullest.
The hot water washes everything away. I’ve already put my bloody clothes into a bag that Gust took to burn. Drying off, I walk into the bedroom so I can multitask. I need to grab some sweatpants to go and get Jodi. Except I’m frozen in my tracks when my gaze lands on the bed. She’s lying there. Naked. Perfect tits greeting me and waiting for me to worship them for hours.
Jodi gives me a sweet but uncertain smile. “Ready?”
Ready? Fuck. I’m about to blow a nut right here with just the mere sight of her naked and waiting for me.
“Darlin’…I don’t think neither one of us is ready for what’s to come.” I drop the towel and check the door first, making sure the lock is in place because I don’t intend to be interrupted any time soon.
Stalking my way back to the bed, I come to a stop and palm my erection. Squeezing, I try to take the edge off the pressure that’s already building. My knees almost buckle when Jodi crawls toward me as the tip of my dick disappears into her hot mouth.
“Fuck,” I growl as my eyes close. I can’t even watch that shit because it’s something I’ve been dreaming about for days.
Clearly dreaming and reality are such a damn contrast that I have no other option than to slide my fingers into her hair and throw my hips forward, hitting the back of her throat before I pull her off my dick.
Guiding her surprised face up, I take her mouth in a hard kiss before I let her know, “I can’t have you sucking me off when I want to bury myself in that sweet pussy of yours. I’ve been waiting too damn long to finally sink myself deep to brand you with my cum.” I feather my lips over hers to brush away her needy moan. “Don’t worry, darlin’ we got all night and the rest of our lives to enjoy each other in every fucking way possible.”