CHAPTER THREE
GRAYSON
I followed Wolf down the highway, feeling tense as we rode into Sacramento county. The area we were headed into wasn’t a place we liked to roam, especially at night. It was just Wolf and I, but I made sure that Cain and Riggs knew where we were, just in case shit went down. If I didn’t text them within the hour, they’d send out the cavalry.
We parked in front of a slick and swanky club. As soon as we hopped off our bikes, one of the big burly bouncers approached us.
“Can I help you fellas?”
Wolf looked at me and smirked. “We’re here to see Ray.”
The guy shook his head. “No one comes to see Mr. Simon without a private invitation.”
Wolf nodded. “That’s fair. How ‘bout you tell your boss The Hell’s Lovers are here to see him.”
The guy’s eyes widened and we watched him talk to someone through his earpiece. After a moment, he looked over at us and guided us to the front entrance.
“Mr. Stone, Mr. Simon is waiting for you upstairs. I do apologize. Please, this way.” Wolf arched an eyebrow and looked over at me. The big guy led us through to what seemed to be a high scaled establishment. The music was pumping and a large crowd was starting to form on the dance floor. It was a lot larger than Ravenous. It had large wooden pillars, cages with beautiful dancers that hung in the air, and a balcony overlooking the club wrapped around the second floor. Expensive décor and fancy leather seating hid the drug and money trafficking we knew went on behind the scenes. We were brought upstairs to one of the offices where Ryan Simon was waiting for us.
He rose from his leather chair and buttoned up his sleek gray suit. “Gentlemen! To what do I owe this pleasure?”
Wolf shook his hand and smirked. “Looking dapper there, Ry.”
He shrugged and chuckled. “Hey, sometimes you gotta look the part. I leave the patches and the leather jacket for more… adventurous affairs.” He looked over at me and nodded. “Grayson. It’s good to see you.”
“You too Ryan.”
He led us to a pair of black leather bound chairs that were set across from a dark mahogany desk. He went over and poured three glasses of whiskey. “So, what can the Death Row Shooters do for the Hell’s Lovers?”
Wolf looked at me, giving me permission to do the talking.
“We need your help, Ryan. We got some bad people breathing down our backs. We need them to back off.”
He brought over the whiskey glasses and perched himself on the desk. “Who are these people?”
I hesitated for a moment, looking over at Wolf. “Los Perdidos.”
“The gang members?”
I nodded, but before I could say anything more, Wolf interceded. “They’re hassling my men, the club, they’re making our lives a living hell. Two of my men are out on the road and we’re currently working on prospects. I fear for Scarlett and all the women who work with us. I need a hand, Ry. I can’t trust just anyone.”
Ryan nodded and walked quietly back to his seat behind the desk. After a few minutes, he smiled. “Done.”
“What?” Both Wolf and I stated in surprise.
“It’s done. We’ll watch your back. If you need my men all you need to do is call me.”
Wolf narrowed his eyes, laced with wariness. “What do you want in return?”
Ryan surprisingly shook his head and raised his hands. “You protected me when I needed protection. It’s only fair I do the same for you.”
I frowned. “Just like that?”
Ryan chuckled. “Why so much suspicion, gentlemen? I’m a fair man. I know the game. An eye for an eye. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.”
Wolf nodded. “I didn’t want to put it on you like this...”
He held up his hand. “I’m at your disposal for when you need me. But remember Wolf, we’re friends. We may need each other in the future.”
Wolf frowned. “I thought our debt would be paid with this. I did you a favor, now you returned it. That’s enough.”
Wolf laid the cards on the table for him and I felt the tension in the room rise. Expecting him to become hostile, my fingers carefully traced the gun at my back. But Ryan just smiled and patted Wolf on the back.
“I just want to make sure we’re friends, that’s all Wolf.”
He nodded, but we both knew what that meant. If Ryan Simon or any of the Death Row Shooters ever needed protection, the door to Ravenous needed to remain open. It was a deal we both were willing to make, for the safety of the Hell’s Lovers.
IT WAS LATE when I entered my apartment. I sank down on the couch and stared out into the city. I lived in a high rise in downtown L.A., it offered a good view and it was near the club, I also owned the building. I had a few investments, mostly in stocks, so I did well for myself. I didn’t really have any family or anyone I truly cared about, except for Wolf and most recently, Scarlett. I used to do security for the military, and after retiring, Wolf gave me a place to stay and opened his doors for me. I was glad I had someone like Wolf. He’d been a good friend throughout the years. When he took over as President, he immediately named me VP, and it’s been that way for the last five years. The brotherhood was my refuge and although we didn’t voice it, we were a pretty tight knit family.
I stood up and went to grab a beer. I headed down the hall to my bedroom, where an empty bed awaited me. Usually it didn’t bother me, but lately I’d been yearning for a warm body to press up against. Specifically, a voluptuous blonde, with eyes the color of emeralds. My cock stirred and I sighed as I took a swig of my beer and sat at the edge of the bed.
Images of Rahyne spread out on my mattress kept flooding through my mind and they had been non-stop lately. It didn’t matter where I was or who I was with, I couldn’t get the temptress out of my head. It was starting to worry me.
I never even thought of settling down. I lived my life peacefully, went where I wanted, fucked who I wanted, and didn’t give a shit about anything. But with Rahyne...fuck, I thought my urgency to have her was just an infatuation-something that would go away in a matter of weeks. Six months later, and my body still craved hers, more now than ever before. Running my hands through my hair I fought my desire to go looking for her and I gulped down my beer.
Lying back on the bed I let her image envelop me and I pulled out my shaft-hard as a rock as usual-and stroked myself, remembering the sound of her sweet whispers, and the moans and whimpers I heard on an almost daily basis. I groaned, imagining the wonderful feeling of her tight pussy hugging my swollen member. Remembering the way she shouted my name, and how her body gripped me, made me jerk off harder. Knowing I could manipulate her body to such extremes had me grunting my release as streams of white fluid leapt out and landed on my stomach. I breathed out and splayed my arms on the mattress. Closing my eyes, I imagined her by my side, and the only thought that came to my mind, before I drifted off, was that I was going to make her mine.