Chapter 15
Brewer
My cock throbbed every time I thought about Makenna. Finally feeling her body against mine was the release I needed. All of the tension that built between us. All of the shit we tossed back and forth. All of those looks with her aquamarine eyes. But as I laid there in bed, all I could think about was her. The only thing that kept running through my mind were those sounds. Her sighs. Her groans and the way she rolled her hips. The way that tight pussy clamped down onto my cock and the way her hands ran along every inch of my body.
The last thing I needed to do was get attached.
The MC life wasn’t the life for a family. Some of the guys in my group were beginning to understand that. The last thing I needed was to bring heat down onto Makenna and that cute little daughter of hers. They were defenseless, and I wasn’t going to be around them all the damn time to make sure they were okay. And with all this shit about a rat and Rex being in jail?
It was a dangerous time to be a Dead Soul.
I tossed and turned in bed before I finally got up. Sleep wasn’t happening. Between my throbbing cock aching to walk next door and my mind swirling about what the fuck I’d just gotten myself into, I couldn’t shut it down. I hopped into the shower to wash the sex from my body, then I slipped into a shirt and some jeans before grabbing my leather cut. I struck up my motorcycle and sped away as fast as I could. If I stayed in my house one last second, I’d find a way to get to her again.
I’d find a way to feel her again.
I rode through Redding and went to sit at my favorite diner. A strong cup of coffee and a burger would help me settle down. But it didn’t. Every bite I took overflowed into my mouth with the juicy meat, and all I could think about was how juicy Makenna had been for me.
Damn it.
This woman had me fucked up.
I polished off my food before I laid some money down, then I headed back out to my bike. I didn’t stop riding until I got to the club house, and only then did my body begin to sober up. My cock stopped raging and my body stopped shivering. My mind even stopped swirling with thoughts of her body and her embrace. I seemed to be rid of her, at least temporarily. And I breathed a sigh of relief as I propped my bike up into its traditional space.
“Holy shit,” I said as I walked in. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one.”
“Told you Brewer would show up,” Knox said.
“Can’t sleep either?” I asked as I sat down.
“Not with this rat situation,” Diesel said.
“At least we’re finally fucking addressing it,” Rock said. Diesel gave Rock a look. Finally, the man was starting to fucking listen.
“The fuck’s got you all smiling?” Grave asked.
I took a seat by Rock, ignoring his question.
“Want a beer?” Rock asked.
“You fucking know it,” I said as I took it from him. “Mick here, too?”
“You know that fucker can sleep through anything,” he said. “A group of tornadoes could be tearing through this place and he’d sleep through it all.”
“This isn’t a weather phenomenon,” I said. “It’s a rat.”
I tipped my beer up to my lips as the guys started conversing with themselves. Shit always broke off like that in this group. But now, the split was different. All the guys expecting those little babies of theirs split off to talk about pregnant women or some shit and the single guys were left to fend for themselves. Grave and Knox started shooting the shit while Diesel stared off into space, probably in his own head analyzing every move we’ve all made up until this point.
So, Rock and I brought the power duo back and began talking.
“Just so you know,” he said, “I know you’re not the rat.”
“I don’t have enough damn energy to be the rat,” I said with a chuckle. “But I know you’re not either. I’ve known you for a long time. Loyalty runs in your veins.”
“You remember that bullshit in high school we pulled? Where one of us would try to scoop up a chick for the other?”
“Hell yeah, I do. That intentional wingman stuff. We planned it that way because all the girls from our pathetic high school enjoyed the shier guys.”
“I’m so glad women grow up. I love putting it down hard on them,” Rock said.
“Don’t we all know it,” Diesel said with a grin.
We turned to look at him as the grin quickly fell away from his face.
“Since everyone’s here anyway, I’m going to call church,” he said as he took out his phone. “I’m going to wake Mick’s ass up and get him over here.”
“You gonna deal with the fallout of that decision?” Knox asked.
“He’ll be fine once we hand him a beer,” I said.
“Church is a good thing anyway. I got some shit from Monroe you guys need to hear,” Knox said.
“Already working on it,” Diesel said as his fingers flew across his screen.
He held the phone up to his ear and I felt Rock tap against my arm. He leaned his face close to mine and I knew he was about to get something in before church started. Knox had already gone back to talking with Grave and Diesel was throwing calls at Mick to try and roll his ass out of bed. So, I leaned into Rock and trained my ears onto his whispering voice.
“The best thing we can do until this shit’s sorted out is focus our attention on Rex,” he said.
I turned my eyes to his and I found him to be completely serious.
“The hell you expect us to do?” I asked.
“Make sure he’s fucking taken care of,” Rock said. “I got a feed into the jail he’s being held at I check on often. You got your damn contacts at the police. We need to make sure that fucker stays put, no matter what.”
I nodded, but I wasn’t sure I liked the fact that Rock wasn’t telling any of this shit to the group. I mean, I got why he wasn’t saying anything. Rock was the most paranoid of us all. And I knew he’d only trust me until the rat was flushed out. But I didn’t like keeping shit like that from Diesel.
And I could tell by the look on his face he knew something was up.
“Mick’s on his way,” Diesel said. “Once he gets here, church is officially convened.”
Rock sat back into his chair and I crossed my ankle over my knee. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath, clearing my head for the meeting. I didn’t like going into church meetings with my head all twisted up in knots, and that was exactly what Makenna had done. Twisted me up inside and mangled my brain to force my focus to her.
And I had to keep it trained on the club.
“The fuck are we doing having a damn meeting at two in the morning?” Mick asked.
“Yep. You fucked up, Diesel,” Rock said with a grin.
“Got a beer for ya,” Knox said.
“It’s going to take more than that to explain why you guys are all here. What the hell’s happened?” Mick asked.
He threw back his beer as he dropped down into a kitchen chair.
“Knox has something for us regarding Monroe,” Diesel said.
“And it couldn’t wait until morning?” Mick asked.
“Quit bitchin’ and listen up,” Knox said. “Monroe has it on good authority that The Black Saddles have hired a damn good lawyer to get Rex out of jail.”
“What?” Mick asked.
“Told you,” Rock said to me.
“And according to Monroe, he’s a damn good lawyer, too,” Knox said. “It’s why I came out here tonight. To talk to you about it, Diesel.”
“Am I the only one that’s wondering why the fuck we haven’t taken care of Rex yet while he’s stationary?” Grave asked.
“I’m wondering the same damn idea,” Rock said.
“I’m not gonna lie, Diesel. That might be our only chance,” Knox said. “If Rex is a piece of the RICO case, the quicker we deal with him, the faster this whole case might drop. Then we can smoke out this rat.”
“We know where he is and we know how to get to him,” Grave said. “And you know I don’t mind getting my damn hands dirty when it comes to pieces of shit like him.”
“I hate to say it, but it’s looking like that’s our only option if we want to keep a lid on this,” Diesel said.
“That’s all fucking fine and good,” Mick said, “but how the hell are we actually going to get it done? We’d have to send someone back inside, which means Knox is out of the fucking question.”
“Thank hell,” Knox said.
“Then that’s what we have to do,” Diesel said. “We’ll have to send someone into jail to take care of Rex. Because if this lawyer gets him out, we will have a lot more fucking heat raining down on us. The only thing keeping The Black Saddles at bay is the fact that one of their main assholes is incarcerated. From how Everly talks about them, it sounds like they are super disorganized. Remove the main guy calling the shots? Then we can focus on who is talking in our club. Knox?”
“Yep?”
“Does Monroe have any information about that damn RICO case and whether or not this place is about to be swarmed with feds?”
“She’s holding it at bay as best as she can,” he said. “So, for now, we’re in the clear. But what happens in the next few days will tell a lot about that story. Once I figure it out, you guys will be the first to know.”
“Anyone have any objections to the plan for Rex?” Diesel asked.
I peered over at Rock as he sighed.
“Nope. Brewer and I were just sitting here talking about how that was our only fucking option at this point.”
“I don’t like it,” I said, “but no. I don’t have any objections to the plan.”
“So, if we’re all in agreement, then who the fuck is going to get this done?” Grave said.
The million-dollar question. And I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like the answer. Diesel was sympathetic to families. Hell, he’d almost had one himself. His own damn story told people why he was the way he was. All brooding and commanding and constantly analyzing people. He suffered a betrayal of the worst kind, but it made him overly-sympathetic to people who had families. Which means both Grave and Knox were off the table when it came to this mission.
Which left myself, Rock, and Mick as prime candidates since Diesel would almost certainly run point from the fucking outside.
And with Rock’s technological skills and my connections with the police, I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like the answer that came with that fucking question.