I can still smell her sweet pussy, the scent burned into my skin. God. The way it fucking tasted, the way she moaned and squirmed and screamed my name. My dick is so fucking hard it hurts. I slept all night with the taste of her still lingering in my mouth and the smell of her filling my senses every now and then. She’s doing my fucking head in, and I can’t get her out. I can’t get enough of her.

I reach down, sliding my hands into my boxers and curling a fist around my cock. I’m horny. Fuck. Last night only made it that much worse. I stroke my dick, and my balls tuck up tight. I need to ease this pressure, though I know it won’t fucking last long. The second I see her again, and think about that sweet cunt, I’m going to be right back to raging hard. Still.

I start jerking my dick, fingers curled tight, moving up to curl over the head a few times before sliding all the way down to the base. I do this a few times, making my balls ache and my cock swell in my hand. I jerk harder, closing my eyes, thinking of how amazing it felt to suck her sweet little clit into my mouth. God damn. I fuck my own hand frantically, back arched, jaw tight, and I know this isn’t going to take long.

I come hard, jets of semen spurting up and landing on my belly. A ragged moan escapes my mouth and I pump it harder, until there is nothing left.

I let my cock go and reach over, grabbing my shirt from last night and wiping myself clean. I toss the shirt and stand, walking naked into the shower. I make it long and hot, but a pounding at the door interrupts me mid-way through. I get out with a grumble, dry off, and walk into the main area and over to the front door, towel wrapped around my waist. I open it to see Koda and Mal standing, both looking ... wound up.

“Get dressed, we gotta talk, some shit is goin’ down and we need to figure out what the fuck it is,” Mal orders, storming into my motel room followed by Koda.

They look serious, so I move quickly, getting dressed and then joining them at the small round table they sit at.

“What’s the deal?” I ask, looking between them.

“Finally got some information on the leader of this big fuckin’ show, and we were right, it’s Treyton.”

I flinch and growl out, “So, he’s runnin’ it?”

“Yeah, but that’s as much as we could get out of the fucker we pulled in. Took a lot of fuckin’ torturin’ to get that much, and even then, we had to trick the fucker by actin’ like we knew and droppin’ Treyton’s name. Sure enough, we were right. He wasn’t openin’ his mouth after that. Dead now. Either way he was gonna end up dead. Might as well be at our hands.”

“So, the only thing you know is that Treyton is top dog. And that for whatever reason, his men are followin’ Scarlett.”

“That’s what we don’t get,” Koda mutters, lighting a cigarette.

“Can’t smoke in here, bro,” I say, giving him a nod.

“Don’t give a fuck,” he continues, inhaling, and then continuing. “What would they want Scarlett for?”

“Can’t seem to figure that out, either,” I say. “Which is why I wondered if she had somethin’ to do with it.”

“Nah,” Mal says, rubbing his face in exhaustion. “She doesn’t. But they are usin’ her, or want to use her, for somethin’. Could be her money. Could be something she knows. Could be that she’s got us tailin’ her and they want to keep an eye on our location. They know by now we’re lookin’, and we’re gettin’ closer, which means they’re goin’ to start getting very fuckin’ careful.”

“Anyone know where Trey is?” I ask, clenching and unclenching my fists, wondering what the hell that fucker has up his sleeve for Scarlett.

“No,” Mal grunts. “Nobody wants to speak, and we can’t get any information. Anyone we speak to refuses to say. Know that some of our leads we found are movin’ around city to city where Scarlett goes. Makes me wonder what he’s plannin’ for her.”

“Was just thinkin’ that myself,” I murmur. “So, basically, we’re not really any fuckin’ closer to findin’ this prick and killin’ his operation. Alls we know is that Scarlett is somehow involved and it’s all linked.”

“Listen, bro, we only have involvement because they’re runnin’ drugs through our turf and sellin’ around town. They’re causin’ uproar and puttin’ heat on us. The business with Scarlett we either choose to worry about or not. But it has little to do with the club. We just want to get our hands on him and make it known that he does not fuck around in our town.”

“So, you’re sayin’ you’re not willin’ to look into whatever the fuck it is they’re tryin’ to do with Scarlett?” I growl, anger bubbling in my chest.

“What I’m sayin’,” Mal says, voice calm. “Is that we’re willing to dig deeper, give her protection, and blow this shit out of the water once and for all, but it’ll be your call, she’s your girl.”

“She ain’t my girl, but I don’t want her gettin’ hurt, either. That fucker needs to be stopped. Either way, we gotta stop him.”

“I can find him, stop him,” Mal goes on. “Don’t have to involve your girlfriend for that. What I’m askin’ you, Maverick, is do you want the clubs help in her protection and are we finding out why the hell he’s following her from city to city?”

“Yeah, I want your fuckin’ help. Let’s bring it all down.”

Mal nods. Koda grins. He’s always up for a fight, and a little or a lot of blood. It’s been a while since I’ve felt the thrill of hunting down these scumbags and making sure the world is rid of them, so I’m more than happy to be part of it. And after what he did to Scarlett, him and his whole operation needs to be taken down. Him mostly. I’ll make him pay for ever laying his filthy hands on that girl.

“You ready for this?” Mal asks me.

“Born fuckin’ ready.”

“Then let’s find this motherfucker.”

“First,” Koda says, “we need to talk to the girl again. Gotta know what it is he might have his men followin’ her around for, and why he went to her show that night. There has to be a reason for it, we need to find out what it is.”

“I’ll talk to Scarlett,” I say. “See if she can think of, or knows, anything. You find more people to question, and next time, I’ll come in when you do.”

Koda grins, big and twisted. Mal does, too. “Good to have you back on board, brother.”

“Good to be back. Now let’s find this fucker so I can make him wish he never laid a hand, or a god damned finger, on that girl.”

“Got a lead, will go and check it out now, see what we can find out,” Koda says, standing and crushing out his cigarette in an empty beer bottle I left from yesterday. “Will see you at her show tonight, hear anythin’, let us know.”

“Same goes,” I say, standing.

Koda walks outside, and Mal turns to me. “About yesterday, brother ...”

My jaw tightens and I flinch, glaring at him. “You’re my brother, above everythin’ else. Should have warned me. Should have given me the respect of knowin’. You don’t throw him on me, and then wonder why I lose my shit. I got nothin’ to say to Boston, and that ain’t somethin’ you can change.”

“Understand and respect that, brother, but if you want to come back into the club, and into the business, you gotta know you can’t throw down every time you see him. If I can’t trust that you will work properly with him close by, then this ain’t goin’ to work.”

Now I’m pissed.

My voice comes out like a whip, and I snarl, “Don’t question my loyalty to the club, Malakai. I would lay my life down for it, and nothin’ would get in the way of me doin’ what I gotta do properly, not even Boston. He stays away from me, I will not cause any more trouble. Do not make me work with him, and do not ask me to speak with him. I will give the respect deserved for the club, there will be no more hate, but I will never, fuckin’ ever, forgive him.”

“Can respect that, but you gotta know, brother or not, I can’t have shit goin’ down like that, can’t have the clubs name comin’ under fire because you can’t keep control of your temper.”

“Got control. Won’t happen again.”

He studies me. “One day, brother, you’ll hear him out, and you might come to find that what happened to Nerissa was not on him.”

Hearing her name has me flinching and a familiar pain runs through my body and explodes in my chest. I’ve purposely avoided saying it or hearing it since she died. I swallow, meet his eyes, and say in a calm, emotionless voice. “I will never hear him out. But I will respect your rules. Now, are we done?”

He sighs. “See you later, brother.”

I watch him go, and when he’s gone, I exhale and close my eyes, fighting for calm.

One day at a time.

I need to focus on now.

I need to get Scarlett safe again.

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