***Bark***

 

A dual fire is licking its way through my veins. One is fueled by the anger I’m dying to unleash and the other is full blown lust due to the woman that’s wrapped tight around me on the back of my damn bike. Not once in my whole life have I felt the tight embrace of a person riding on my bike with me. Fuck. I’d never would have thought this day would come.

I damn well craved it, with the personal story my grandmother always used to tell me ever since I was a little boy. Only it was fairytale style and we all know those are hard to come by in reality. The fingers gripping my belt and the heat of her pussy make it hard to believe I’m imagining this feeling; it’s as real as shit. She had me at first glance and I almost lost her, there’s no way I’m going to let this one slip through my fingers.

Guiding my bike next to the row already parked in front of the clubhouse, I tap her hand to let her know she can get off. I take a moment to unstrap her helmet and throw it into my saddlebag before I guide her into the clubhouse.

“Prez,” I bellow, startling the gorgeous fox next to me.

Dammit. Her last name being Fox, a beautiful and attractive woman, it’s only logical to have a name like that. When I pull those soft curves against my body, I can lean my chin on the top of her head; she’s the perfect size for me. So instead of using Jodi, I’ll be using that last name of hers to give more justice to the beauty that she is.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Keep it down.” Ronin comes barging through the hallway and manages to reprimand me while whispering. That fucker has the kind of adoration for his Old Lady I only now start to understand with my own magnificent fox standing right next to me.

“What now? Is she finally sleeping after hours and hours of cleaning the clubhouse?” I chuckle, because his Old Lady is pregnant as fuck and has been cleaning every damn inch of this clubhouse for the last two weeks. Fucking nesting urge, that’s what it is.

Ronin releases a deep sigh. “Yeah, so keep your damn voice down. I got your text and I’m sure Gust will be here any second, then I’ll handle it.”

Right on fucking cue the door behind us flings open and Gust strolls in. Not a damn chip on his shoulder. Well, I’ll be sure to change that in the next ten seconds. In one smooth move I palm my knife and drive it through his shoulder with a force that has him pinned to the wall behind him.

Surprisingly, the only agonizing scream that fills the air is the one coming from Gust. With that thought I spin around and see my sweet fox staring at Gust, her eyes as big as the full moon on a dark night. Fuck.

“Dammit, VP, I told you I’d handle it, didn’t I?” Ronin grumbles but I don’t give a fuck. I’m the VP and this shit concerned me a hell of a lot more.

There’s a gasp coming from the hallway. We all turn to see a very pregnant Anouk standing there, barefoot. I take a glance at my Prez and damn well know he’s furious as fuck we woke up his Old Lady.

Anouk points a finger at Gust. “You guys are making a mess, I just cleaned this whole place.”

“Aw, sweetness. Go on back to bed and let us handle this little misunderstanding. We’ll clean up the mess, I promise,” Ronin fucking croons.

 “Misunder-fucking-standing my damn fucking ass. That fucker right there blew up my woman’s shop,” I bellow in anger at my Prez who makes it seem like Gust misplaced a car or some shit.

“Your woman? Oh. My. Gosh,” Anouk breathes, eyes glancing from me to Jodi and back. “I’m so happy for you.”

Great. Just fucking great. Now she’s crying her fucking eyes out.

“Don’t you dare blame me again,” I whisper warn my Prez. “You’re the one that knocked her up.”

“He’s the one who blew up everything I owned?” Jodi’s voice is filled with menace. We all watch while she slowly closes the distance and comes to a stop in front of Gust.

“I had the order, ma’am.” Gust pins Jodi with an honest look. “I didn’t know Bark had an Old Lady, or that it was you who belonged to him, I swear.”

Jodi’s hand flashes up, grips the knife and wiggles it around, making Gust brace on his knees to handle the pain she’s inflicting. The smart man manages to keep his hands to his side instead of pushing her away.

Gust knows very well something went bad. He drew my attention when I was standing in front of the salon a few seconds before it blew up. When I looked over Jodi’s shoulder, he gave me a warning and then he headed out of the alley next to the salon. I could tell he was surprised as fuck to see me standing there. He’s our guy who handles the explosives. My heart nearly stopped when I saw Jodi make a move to head back into her salon.

The fucker knows better than to speak his mind when his VP put him in his place with the Prez right next to him, but I still need to protect Jodi. Stepping forward, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against my chest and away from Gust.

“I wasn’t done yet,” she growls, making me chuckle.

“There, there, feisty fox. Let me handle this.” I expect her to put up a fight or hell, pick a fight with me, get angry, whatever. Except she totally surprises me when she relaxes and turns in my arms.

“Okay, but you better have two more knives,” she tells me in a whisper as if we’re sharing a secret. “One to cut off his wiener and pin it next to his head and the other needs to be shoved up his butt.”

My head tips back and I seriously can’t remember the last time I laughed so damn hard.

That is until a tiny fist punches me in my pecs. “I’m not kidding,” Jodi tells me with a firm look on her face.

“I’m sorry, my darlin’ fox.” I wrap my fingers around her wrist and stop her punching. “It’s just that you’re too damn sweet and then you surprise me with your demand and don’t even say ass, dick, or cock…nope, you said wiener and butt. It’s just hard to keep a straight face. But I’ll promise I have more knives.”

“No, VP. Please. Fuck. I didn’t even do anything wrong. The job was in the damn box at the edge of the desk. The fucking ‘yes’ box. I just picked up the job like we all normally do,” Gust pleads.

“No it fucking wasn’t,” I growl back. “It was still in the ‘incoming’ box because I was checking it out, it wasn’t fucking approved,” I tell him, my anger back full force.

“Go look for yourself, dammit. It was on the pile in the corner of Prez’s desk. I wrote my fucking name on it to show I was handling it,” Gust presses and the look in his eyes tells me he’s telling the truth.

When I glance back at Prez, I can tell he’s thinking the same thing. Both of us head for his office. Strolling in I can already see what the fuck happened.

“Ooops.” We all turn toward the door where Anouk is standing, sobs escaping her.

“What the hell, woman?” I growl, making her cry even harder. Dammit.

Ronin punches my shoulder and strides toward his woman, scooping her up in his arms. “Fuck, Anouk.”

Yeah, fuck, Anouk…please just pop out the damn kid already so you’ll stop crying and stop the fuck cleaning so you don’t mess things up again, like throwing the piles out of order so buildings get blown up that aren’t supposed to be blown the fuck up.

“What a fucking mess.” I rub a hand over my face.

I hear a gut-wrenching voice flow through the air. “You guys knew? What the heck? You ordered for the blast that took away everything I had?”

This time the tears that slide down from a woman’s face in this clubhouse are the ones that feel like a knife is being plunged into my heart over and over, drop by drop, stab by fucking stab.