Chapter Four
I take my designated seat on the right side of the table, as the Vice President. Hanger, the President, sits to my left at the head of the table. Slowly, the chairs begin to fill as the Satan’s Sinners patched members start trailin’ in for church. Ghost, BamBam, Bear, Writer, Hacker, Hunter, Romeo, Demon, and Chayser take their respective places while a few of the prospects stand against the wall. You don’t get a seat unless you are a patch holder. Hanger calls for church to begin.
“We have new stock coming in from our run last month. The new dealers have agreed to work with us, so the shipments will be arriving in the next few days. When the drugs and guns get here, I want you, BamBam, and you, Ghost, to run the drugs over to the Cobras—they’ll have their shipment of guns and ammo ready for you to bring back. Demon, go over how our money is doin’ now that it’s been spread out.” Demon took Ripper’s spot as treasurer while I was locked up.
Having two one-percent motorcycle clubs in one town can be difficult, but when Bulk was president and my father was vice president, they made a pact with the Cobras. We don’t deal in drugs if they don’t deal in guns. So while each club will get shipments of both from their suppliers, we do a trade; they get our drugs and we get their guns. That keeps the peace and we don’t have to fight for territory rights.
“We have increased $75,000 so far. Stilettos is bringing in the most, but we already figured that it would. The rest is running good through Runaway Tattoo and Lady Sinners. Plus we have the money coming in from Bear’s garage, which is all legit, so it looks like we are back on track. This new deal should bring us up even more, with an increase of at least $50,000.”
“Good deal,” Hanger responds once Demon is done, and continues with the real matter at hand. “We have a spotting on the Four Kings—they’ve been hidin’ out in a rundown house outside of Topeka. Have been for a while now, and heard they’re trying to bring in new members, along with prospects. Apparently trying to build back up, with Deuce as their president.”
Deuce double-crossed not only the Cobras, but us as well, and that shit doesn’t sit well. Now we have to find the old vice president of the Cobras and take him out, along with his little fuckin’ minions that call themselves The Four Kings.
I gave my input on how to deal with this situation to Hanger when he filled me in , but now it’s time to let the rest of our brothers know the deal. “We think it would be best to put someone in undercover to try and get in good with them. It has to be someone that Deuce has never seen so he doesn’t suspect anything.” We all look around the room, knowing Deuce has seen most of us. Time to see how determined these prospects are to get a patch.
The newest prospect, Tink, chimes in. “I’ll do it.” Not only is he our newest prospect, but the youngest, my guess would be he’s no older than twenty. Looks like he’s been growin’ his hair for a while now with it down past his shoulders and it covers half his face most of the time, like he’s hiding. The kid’s not the biggest in muscle, but his over six foot height makes up for it. Tink’s got the darkest eyes I’ve ever seen, up there with Demon’s on the crazy level.
“You sure about that, prospect? It could turn sour real quick, then what’re you gonna do?” I ask with a brow raised; he better not be a bitch about it. If he’s gonna do this, then he needs no fear goin’ in.
“I’ll do what I gotta do for the club,” Tink says, so matter-of-fact. All of us patched members look at one another, thinking the exact same thing: Kid’s got heart, but is it such a good idea sending him in by himself?
Hanger addresses our concern. “Alright, but I don’t want you in there by yourself. I’ll call Bones and see if he has one of his guys to spare.” Bones is the president of our Tulsa, Oklahoma chapter.
Hanger continues, “Let’s take a vote. All in favor of Tink goin’ undercover.” All of us patched members vote unanimously, so the “Ayes” sound out around the room. Hanger slams the gavel down. “Alright, unanimous vote. You’re going in, Tink. I want you heading out tomorrow, as long as we have someone else with you. Onto the next...”
Writer’s phone starts ringing loudly and his eyes cut to Hanger, giving him a silent apology. We all know with Ever being past due, there is no fuckin’ way he would have his phone on silent. If any of the women were close to delivering, none of the guys would go without their phones.
“Shug, what’s up, everything alright?” Writer questions into his cell. It’s pretty fuckin’ awesome that he can hear now and got clean. Hanger told me it was the worst shit ever to watch him detox.
“Why, what’s wrong?” he asks, then is up on his feet in the next second. “I gotta get to the store, something’s wrong,” Writer tells us. As soon as the words leave his mouth, the rest of us are on our feet as well, following Writer out the door.
We push our bikes to the limit and the normally thirty-minute ride into town takes half that time. Writer doesn’t take the turn towards Lady Sinners and it immediately clicks as to what’s goin’ on. Turning my bike around, I head back to the clubhouse.
Running through the door, my eyes search for Chatty, and when her head pops up from under the bar counter, I rush over, grab her hand, and shout out for Drifter to take over the bar.
“Gunner, what are you doing?” she yells multiple times as we run to my bike. I’m not stoppin’, though—she’ll know when we get there. Pushing Cherry one more time, we make it back to the hospital and into the waiting room lobby.
I stand with my brothers while Chatty goes over to where the girls and Ever and Crazy Girl’s parents cluster together. “How’s it goin’?” I ask Hanger, knowing he will have more answers, since he’s Ever’s brother-in-law.
“Sierra said she’s doing well. Her water broke at Lady Sinners and the labor seems to be movin’ fast.” We walk over, joining the girls and sitting near where Bear has moved to join his Lil Mama. Now we all take our seats and wait.
Six hours later, Writer comes out, wearing the proud expression of a new father. “Xander and Ever are doing great! He was a healthy nine-pounder and twenty inches long. They just brought him back from the nursery, so we can have visitors now.” All of us stay in the waiting room while Sophia, Grant, Crazy Girl, and Hanger go back. It’s only right if we let her parents and sister have some time first.
When it’s Chatty’s turn, I go in with her; Writer’s holdin’ the little baby wrapped up tight in a blanket, and a blue hat covers his head. “Oh, Writer!” Chatty covers her mouth with her hand as tears fill her eyes. “He’s beautiful.”
“Thank you! Do you wanna hold him?” Writer asks as he holds the little bundle out for her to take. Chatty nods with a smile as she takes Xander, then Writer signs to Ever what Chatty said to him.
“Ever says thank you!” We both glance at a smiling, but exhausted-looking Ever lying in her hospital bed. Walking over, I bend down and kiss her cheek, then walk over to Writer. Giving him a one-arm hug, I congratulate my brother. As I watch Chatty hold the baby, there’s something in her eyes I’ve never seen before: longing and want. It dawns on me that maybe she wants children.
I’ve never thought about kids before, but for Chatty I’d have a whole damn football team, if that’s what she would want. We spend a little while takin’ turns holdin’ Xander before we leave.
When we get on the elevator, I cage Chatty in, my arms on either side of her. “You want kids, Chat?”
“I don’t know. Why would you ask me that?” Her brows pull down; she doesn’t even realize it was written all over her beautiful face in that room.
“I saw the look in your eyes, the smile on your face holdin’ him for the first time.” Her hands move to my waist and rest on my hips.
“I never really thought about it because Ripper didn’t want kids, ya’ know, but seeing all these little ones, it kinda feels like I’m missing something.” Chatty half-grins before her lips drop down.
“I’ll give you all the babies in the world. All you have to do is agree to be mine, Chat. I’ll give you every fuckin’ thing your heart desires. I promise you that.” Moving in close, I touch my lips to hers in a chaste kiss just as the elevator opens on floor one. Nothing else is said as we head back to the clubhouse, and once again I pull her into my room and into my bed.
*****
“Gunner, I need you in my office,” Hanger says to my left as I sit at the bar watching Chatty work. Taking the last pull from my beer, I set the empty bottle down and follow him.
Sitting across from Hanger, I wait for him to tell me what’s going on. His hand runs over his short brown hair and he blows out a deep breath. “I talked to Bones and Snake. Neither of them have a man to spare to go undercover with Tink. We can’t let him go in by himself.”
“I’ll do it.” Without even hesitating, I offer myself, knowing it could turn bad. But I’ll do what it takes for my club and to bring those filthy cunts down.
“I can’t let you do that, Gunner. You haven’t been back that long; besides, Deuce knows you.”
“I’ll stay on the outside so Deuce won’t even see me. I can be Tink’s older brother, a businessman. We just moved to town for my job transfer. I can disguise myself.” Leaning closer to the desk, I add, “He’ll never know unless Tink gets discovered.”
“How? How can you disguise yourself that much?” Hanger’s expression lets me know he’s intrigued.
“Give myself a buzz cut, dye it dark brown like Tink’s, get brown contacts, shave my face, wear a business suit and tie, and keep my tats covered at all times. I won’t get close to anyone; I’ll let Tink do that, and at night he can give me updates and I’ll keep in touch with you weekly.” I see the resolve wash over him.
“Alright, but you better stay fuckin’ safe. I mean it, Gunner.” Hanger’s eyes bore into mine, lettin’ me know just how serious he is. He has nothin’ to worry about. I’ll stay safe because I have unfinished business to deal with here.
“I will.”
Walking out of Hanger’s office, I shut the door behind me and decide I’d better let Chatty know I’ll be leaving.
The bar is pretty well full and she looks busy cleaning off one of the tables. But, fuck, she looks gorgeous in the short tight jean skirt and black tank paired with black boots. Comin’ up behind her I say, “We need to talk.” Her posture tenses, but she tries to cover it up as she turns to face me.
“What’s going on?” Her brows furrow and she fidgets with the towel in her hands.
“I have to leave for a while.” Shoving my hands into my pockets to keep from reachin’ out for her, my eyes stay locked on hers.
“Where you going?” I see the anger rising in her eyes because she already knows what’s goin’ on. This isn’t her first fuckin’ rodeo. She heard those words from Ripper too many times.
“Don’t ask me that, Chat. You know I can’t tell you.” Her eyes harden, her face is expressionless, and her body’s like a statue.
“Club business,” she answers her own question as her lips purse and she nods. “You haven’t even been back a year. Now you’re running off for the club again to do some crazy mission. And you wonder why I don’t wanna get mixed up with another biker.” Chatty’s voice grows louder with each statement. She loves the Sinners—she’s just spewin’ words outta anger.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Feelin’ the vein in my neck start to bulge, my hands come out of my pockets and my arms cross over my chest.
“Just how it sounds.” Chatty steps closer, showing her toughness by standin’ toe-to-toe with me. “I did this shit with Ripper; always going on runs, leaving for days at a time, even weeks, not telling me shit—and I fucking lost him. You think I want to go through that again?”
People’s eyes are on us, watching to see what the hell is going on. But here is the reason she’s been back-and-forth with me. She’s afraid she’ll lose me like she did Ripper. I have to make her realize I’m not him and I don’t want to be. I want to be me, Gunner; I want a new piece of her heart, not the part Ripper holds, even in death.
Chatty tries to get by me, but I stop her. Reaching my hand out, I grab her arm roughly and push her to the wall. My fingers press into her skin, but I know I’m not hurting her. “The fuck you talkin’ about?” I hear the pounding of footsteps behind us. “Stand down!” Turning my head, I see some of my brothers and prospects standin’ there, waitin’ to pull me from Chatty. “I said stand the fuck down!” One by one, they take seats at the tables they were just at. Turning my attention back to Chatty, I ask again, “The fuck you talkin’ about?”
“I’m talking about you leaving!” she shouts in my face; my ears ring from the high pitch. “I lost him. I’m not going through that again!” The words spew angrily out of her mouth.
“Gunner. Hey! Why don’t you…” Guess she doesn’t follow directions very well.
Lily gets interrupted by Chatty. “You touch him and I swear to God I will break every single one of your dirty little fuckin’ fingers and feed them to you.” Holy! Shit! Where the hell is this coming from?
I pay no mind to Lily; my attention is strictly on Chatty, and I let her know what I thought of her outburst of jealousy. “That was really fuckin’ sexy!” Her sexy smile makes my cock start to twitch in my jeans. “I think we better continue this in my room.”
Her eyes glaze over with a need I’m about to fill. Bending down, I grip her thighs and pull her up to straddle my waist as the guys behind us start catcalling, stompin’ their feet, and poundin’ their drinks on the tables. Except Bear, who is standin’ at the edge watchin’, face expressionless—but I’m not going to let that distract me right now.
My foot slams the door shut and I turn the lock, then I have Chatty against one of my bedroom walls. Holdin’ her up with one arm, I reach down, freeing my rock hard cock, then feel for her panties. The thin lace fabric rips with ease in my hand, and the next second I push deep inside Chatty’s perfect tight cunt. She cries out, and her head lolls back against the wall. “Ain’t got time for nice and slow.”
Thrusting deep and hard, her wetness surrounds my cock so fuckin’ tightly, and it feels so good. With both hands holdin’ onto her thighs, my fingers squeeze into her flesh while her hands grab the back of my cut.
“Yes! Right there,” she begs, and I know I’ve hit the spot to make her go crazy. Leaning down, I pull a nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting down with enough pressure to make her sounds grow louder. A few seconds later, I pull back and release with a pop, then twirl my tongue around the tight hard flesh. Moving to the other, I give it the same amount of attention as Chatty’s lips kiss the side of my neck. Her hands move up to my head and tighten, holding me close.
Her walls start clenching my cock, letting me know she is right there, ready to let go. Picking up the pace, my long, deliberate strokes become jerky as I grow closer with her. “Come. Now!” I growl into the side of her neck, and we call each other’s name as we come together.
Still inside of her, I carry her over to the bed and sit with her straddling my lap. Chatty breathes deeply as her head lies on my shoulder. “I don’t want you to leave. What if you don’t come back?” I know she’s scared, but I’ll just have to prove I’m not leaving her for good—ever.
“I’m not him, Chat.” I kiss the shell of her ear and whisper, “I promise I’m comin’ back, I’ll always come back for you.” My hand moves up her arm, to her cheek, and as I cup her face in my hand, I stare into her eyes. “I could never take his place and I know that, but the hole that is in your heart where he left you empty…I want to fill that blackness. I just want that piece.”
“Gunner. It’s not…”
“Shh.” I cut her off. “I know what it’s about, Chat. I get that you’re scared, but I’ll show you it’s gonna be okay. This thing between us is special. I mean, come on, all those letters you sent me mean something, because you were gone from here. You didn’t have to write me, but you did every week for three years. Then both of us returning home the exact same day without knowin’…it means something.” I rub my hand up and down her back.
“I didn’t want you to feel so alone in there like I felt out here. You took care of me after he died and I wanted someone to be there for you when you were in prison.” She shrugs her shoulder like it’s no big deal. But it is a big deal because it meant the world to me to receive those letters.
“None of the other girls sent me letters. The whores sure didn’t send me nothin’. It’s because it was you and it meant everything to me readin’ those letters every fuckin’ week.”
“When do you leave?” Chatty asks as her hand runs along the back of my neck.
“In a few days, after everything’s been set up.” Running my thumb across her cheek, I add, “I’ll call you every night and I’ll come back as often as possible. And when I come back, you can give me your answer, if you’re gonna be mine.”
“I hope so.” She looks so sad and it gives me an uneasy feeling.
“Can you do somethin’ for me?”
“Yeah.” Chatty stands and my cock is pulled from her wet heat. Extra wet. Looking down, I realize we didn’t use a condom at the same time Chatty shouts, “Gunner!”
“It’ll be okay.” I stand, zip up my jeans, and rush out of the room, not wanting to have that conversation right now.
When I enter my room again, Chatty stands there with her hands on her hips, “Gunner!”
“We’ll talk about it later.” I put the hot wet washcloth between her thighs and clean her up. “Go change and meet me at my bike in fifteen.” I don’t give her time to argue. I walk to my dresser, pull out a fresh pair of jeans, and begin changing my clothes as she leaves the room.
Fifteen minutes later, I kiss her softly on the lips, hand her a helmet, and then we go shoppin’ for everything I need to change my appearance.