Chapter Eight

Blaine

A lion has the patience to wait for the right opportunity to pounce.

 

Shit! This one is going to be one hell of a mess to clean up, I think to myself knowing my mother will be making sure all the single brothers clean up instead of it falling on the ol’ ladies and children. Sass, who is Red’s mom, and my mom always make sure a prospect or other men in the club step up and the cleaning doesn’t just fall on the women, especially at these barbeques.

According to the stories they share, both their dad’s would always call them back to the kitchen to keep them occupied rather than flirting with the men. And they always had to clean up after the annual event which is not an easy task.

Today’s barbeque isn’t about our local Haywood’s Landing chapter, but for all Hellion charters. There are close to three-hundred bikers here with their families. It’s a sight any strangers would probably freak out seeing.

For me, this is family. This is the legacy.

This is home.

Once a year, sometimes twice, my dad, Talon “Tripp” Crews invites all of our clubs out for a huge barbeque. It’s a tradition my grandfather started and honestly if my dad tried to cancel it, my mom would probably rip his balls off. She says there is a time for change and a time where things should remain the same. The barbeque is a standard in the club and something she won’t shake on changing. When my time comes, if I get to where that president patch, the same one my father and grandfather have worn, I’ll be sure to continue the tradition.

Today is about appreciation to every patched member and their families. It isn’t an easy life we live, leaving randomly and not checking in. So anytime we can celebrate one another mom believes we should. It’s important not only that our brothers remain bonded, but also their families to know they can rely on the Hellions MC to have their backs.

Everything today is about family and relaxing. No business will be discussed today, no runs accepted.

The thirty-acre compound area is now covered with bikes, trikes, and cars. Bikers are everywhere with ol’ ladies and kids smiling happily. The kids are soaking up all the food, games, bounce houses, and pony rides. Consider this like the county fair, but better.

With all the women and kids around, the barflies and hang-around whores are at a minimum. Some aren’t so bad and I’ve hooked up with my fair share, but they bother the ol’ ladies so today they will lay low. Everything with the Hellions is about respect. The barflies won’t press their luck with the ol’ ladies.

I’m standing back in the main area leaning against the bar taking a pull of my beer when my sister walks in. The energy lifts even higher because Dia just has that effect on everyone.

Immediately, every brother looks in her direction because we all have a natural instinct to protect her. I can’t explain it. Maybe it’s because my mother named her after our grandmother so she carries the name of the Hellions original ol’ lady or maybe it’s just the presence she has. Dia is kind to everyone, she doesn’t have it in her to hurt a fly, and has not one enemy in life. Everyone likes my sister. And everyone just wants her to be happy and carefree like we know her to be.

What gets my attention today more than any other day is the blonde with her in a summer dress. Pushing off the bar, I go to them.

Dia notices me first and rushes to me. Just like when she was a kid, she jumps up into my arms and wraps herself around me like a monkey.

“You’re almost twenty-one years old Dia Nicole. At some point you should stop this,” I tease her.

“Never. I’ll be old and gray still jumping on you even with replacement hips and all.”

See this is what everyone loves, my sister is who she is and refuses to change. I keep my eyes locked onto Fox who finally meets my gaze. She panics, but quickly recovers.

As I set my sister down on her feet, Fox extends her hand to me, as if we are strangers.

Interesting.

I give her the play.

“I’m Amanda, you must be Blaine.”

I nod taking her hand in mine just so I can pull her to me.

“Nice to meet you,” she chokes the words out.

I smirk. “Pleasure’s all mine, darlin’. Friends call me BW.”

So this is the game she wants to play. Okay.

While this annoys me, I don’t know what’s going on in her head, so I make the decision to let it go … for now.

“I work with Amanda at the Salty Dog. Remember a month ago when I called you about that German Shepard Cleo and told you she’d be the perfect dog for you. Well, you missed your chance, she’s shackin’ up with Amanda since you won’t commit,” Dia teases me.

“Sounds like a lucky dog to me to get to shack up with such a sexy woman.”

Dia smacks me playfully on the chest. “Do not hit on my friends Blaine Ward Crews. You have stinky feet and ain’t no woman gonna want to put up with that shit.”

We all laugh because this is my sister. Every girl I ever bring around, or hit on if she’s around, she finds some way to say I have stinky feet. It’s okay, the one boy she attempted to bring home in high school, I told him she had a case of perpetual gas that the doctors couldn’t get under control. Granted that’s not what scared him off, but I had a lot of fun fucking with my baby sister over it. I think when our dad came around the corner with his shirt off, a shot gun in his hand, and told the boy he was ready to go back to prison kept that guy away.

“Alright brother dear. As much as all the women here fawn all over you and stroke your ego that is bigger than the state of Texas, Amanda and I have men to meet, drinks to share, and trouble to find. So she won’t be telling you how hot you are and beg you for a ride on that big bad bike ya got over there.”

I make sure to lock my eyes onto Amanda’s. “As hot as she is, she ain’t gotta beg. I’ll give your girl a ride any day, any time, any where.”

Dia huffs. “You have no shame! I don’t want to think about this shit!”

Grabbing Fox by the hand she takes off with her leaving me standing dumbfounded. Deciding not to push it, I go off to find Swift.

He’s around back playing horseshoes with Karma and Hollis, Karma’s son. Seeing me approach, he gives the horseshoes to Karma and comes over to me.

“The tracker, remember you gave me the name which linked back to a dummy corporation. Have you had time to sort out who is behind the company?”

He nods. “Took some digging. It led to one man which led to a different man. A man by the name of Titus Blackwell.”

“You don’t fuckin’ say?”

“I do. Brother, whatever that broad has gotten herself into if it’s tied to that man, she’s fucked. You know it as much as I know it.”

Titus Blackwell is not a good man.

We all know him and his reputation. He operates the largest trafficking business on the East Coast. From guns to drugs to women, Blackwell has his hands in everything. Every government organization has their eyes on him trying to find an opportunity to take him out. He’s clever and hasn’t slipped up yet, but it’s only a matter of time.

What does that man have to do with Fox? More importantly, why would he be tracking her car?

I want to go grab her and take her out of here, but I can’t. Causing a scene on a day like today would be a disrespect to my club. Business is off the table so I can’t go to the club with what I know, which isn’t much.

But if Titus Blackwell is trying to move his organization into Haywood’s Landing … well, he should know that isn’t going to happen. He’s already tried before and been shut down by the Hellions.

Sexy as fuck woman or not, if she’s playing for his team then she just went from my lover to my enemy in a split second.

I’m left in one fucked up situation. I don’t know the broad well enough to say she isn’t tied to Titus Blackwell. More so, I don’t know what the fuck Titus Blackwell would want in Haywood’s Landing.

Our town is a small nook off North Carolina Highway 58. If you blink, you miss it. We don’t have strangers here because everyone knows everyone sooner rather than later. A quick drive shoots you over the high-rise bridge into Emerald Isle which is a hidden gem on the North Carolina coast.

Would he attempt to use the port in Morehead City for his business? I don’t know. But I damn sure plan to find out.

“Thanks, Swift. I’ll handle this. Your hands are clean from the work.”

He reaches up and grips my shoulder. “You ain’t in this shit alone.”

“I don’t know enough about what I’m in to know if it’s shit or not, Swift.”

He shakes his head. “BW, if it’s tied to Blackwell, it’s shit, you best believe.”

While I know that to be true it doesn’t mean I want to admit it just yet.

Since this is not the time or place to pull all of Fox’s skeleton’s out of her closet, I think it’s at least time to enjoy myself.

This is a Hellions barbeque after all.

Making my way back inside the main clubhouse, I go straight to the bar and toss back a crown and coke, heavy on the Crown Royal. It was my grandfather’s favorite drink and has been mine since the first time I got drunk.

Turning around I see her dancing with my sister.

The music plays, her hips sway. I am fucked.

What is it about this woman that I can’t turn away? She winds me up so tight I feel like I might snap and I don’t fucking know who she is. I feel it. I feel this absolute pull, this indescribable need to be close to her, to figure her out.

To make her mine.

It’s a dangerous game my heart is playing with my mind and I’m not sure which to follow. My heart says, claim her, save her, and give her my world. My head says, connection be damned she can’t be trusted.

My feet move before my mind registers that I’m about to make a fool of myself and I don’t even give a single fuck.

Going up behind her, I press my front to her back. My hands relax on her hips as I move her in rhythm with the song and my body.

For a moment she freezes before realizing it’s me and relaxing. Time stands still as I get lost in her. One song moves to the next, and the next, only the pace we keep changes. We don’t speak we just connect.

It’s heavy.

The air between us.

My sister leaves us which is good because I didn’t have any intention on letting Fox go off with her.

When things start to wind down, I lead her to the bar. She quickly tosses back a tequila shot. She’s nervous.

Why?

She tosses back another shot without even speaking to me.

My frustration only continues to grow with every passing moment. She’s hiding something and I want to know what. Taking her by the hand, I lead us to a back storage room. I don’t bother with the light, only shutting the door as I press her against the wall.

“You wanna act like we’re strangers Fox?”

“Blaine, I don’t know how to tell your sister I’ve been fucking her brother since I got to town. I didn’t know what to say. She said we were going to a barbeque, not a family barbeque. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

I crash my lips to hers. We’re both all slobber and tongue as I taste the lime on her lips. There is nothing seductive or sexy about the way she paws at my cut and shirt before finding her way to my pants. As soon as her hand touches my crotch, all thoughts are gone.

The carnal desire between us is too much to deny. The frustration and anger I feel is only amplified by my own inability to resist her, because as much as she wants me right now, I want her right back.

Pulling her dress over her head, I drop down to suck her nipple. She’s gripping my head as my hands find her panties and rip them off. I feel her tug on my hair pulling me up. With my lips against hers, she wraps her arms around my neck and climbs me like a damn tree to wrap her legs around my waist. Her hands seek out my cock releasing me and sliding me inside her tight, wet cunt while I grip under her thighs and press her into the wall.

I could die right now and have not a care in the fucking world.

My pace is relentless as I thrust in and out. The more I let my mind clear, the more I work us both harder, faster. I need answers. I need release. I need to know the woman in front of me because she is like air to me and I don’t even know how it happened.

Her entire body is liquid as her orgasm rushes through her.

I keep going.

Licking, sucking, I attack her neck. Thrusting, I let my piercing glide up the wall of her pussy, giving her yet another orgasm.

Faster, higher I climb needing more.

“Blaine,” she cries out.

My name on her lips in a moment of ecstasy is exactly what I needed to go over the edge. Everything is forgotten as I spill my seed deep inside her womb.

I don’t give a shit about Titus Blackwell, this right here, I’m not letting go of.

Fuck it all, she is mine.