Chapter Five
Xander
Ajax and I headed back to the clubhouse after the arcade so he could get “a real piece of ass.”
I just sat at the bar nursing a beer and thinking about Letty. Damn did she taste good. And I couldn’t get over how she came alive in my arms. It was like the sheltered good girl dropped away and in her place, was a fiery goddess who still had me hard two hours later.
I was still thinking about it when I got a text from Jackson saying, Church Now. It was a little unusual to call a meeting at midnight so it must be important. Good, I thought. I needed a distraction so I could stop thinking about Letty.
I pulled myself off my stool and headed to the back of the house where the Wraiths’ club table was located. I was one of the first brothers to take a seat at the long wooden table with our Wraiths emblem burned into the center. Others filed in along with Ajax who took a seat next to me, looking fresh from a fuck. I watched as Jackson took his seat at the head of the table with Mac, our VP, to his left. The two were close friends, but completely opposite in looks. Jackson looked like a dark Italian movie star, young and toned, while Mac was overweight with a long red beard and a burly face.
Jackson knocked the gavel when everyone was seated. “All right, I know this meeting is random, but I’ve got some good news that I know a lot of you have been waiting for.”
The whole room seemed to hold its breath before he continued. “It’s finally time to make our move in California.”
A satisfied grin overtook Jackson’s face and we all knocked our knuckles against the wood in celebration.
Jackson and I saw a lot of action together back in the Vegas chapter. Jackson was a club prince as the grandson of the national president, while I was the son of an enforcer and a slut who liked to hang around the clubhouse. We grew up surrounded by crime lords. As children, we were trouble, but as Wraiths we were reckless assholes, thinking we were untouchable. We wanted to carve out our own kingdom in a town that was packed with kingpins. Which was the reason Jackson’s grandfather exiled us to Wyoming seven years ago. We’d probably be buried in unmarked graves by now if he hadn’t sent us away. Ever since then I have tried to keep my head down. But not Jackson. He still wanted the kingdom and I had no doubt that California would be the place.
“About time,” Ajax said, rubbing his hands together.
Finally, I thought. We can get out of this mediocre town and find some real glory. We were going to make our name in California if it killed every one of us. And it literally might kill us. California was home to some very big, very ruthless MCs that wouldn’t like being challenged for territory. But I trusted Jackson to do it right. That was why he made us wait for the perfect opportunity.
“Will the Covenant have our back?” asked Ajax.
The Covenant was made up of three different MCs that came together when the need arose. We varied in some of our values, but we were true in our alliance.
“This move might change our relationship with the Aces and the Bulls. I know they would help if we called, but this is our move and our responsibility.”
We all nodded, acknowledging our President’s resolution.
Jackson spent the next few minutes discussing the timeline and logistics before he dismissed the group. Ajax and I went to the bar to grab a drink to celebrate. I started making a list in my head of all the things I needed to do before the move. An image of Letty materialized immediately. I would love to do her before the move, but that is unlikely.
“Hey, Bethany, grab us some shots. We’re celebrating,” I called out. Bethany was one of the club whores and a damn good bartender. She was a petite blonde with some luscious curves and a lovely face. I liked her a lot, but we hadn’t fooled around since she’d first arrived. We managed to become friends instead.
“What are we celebrating?” she asked, her brown eyes lighting up with excitement as she set out the shot glasses.
“Jackson says were ready to move to Cali,” Ajax said.
Bethany immediately started jumping up and down with a bottle of Jack in her hand, letting out a little squeal. I was delighted to watch the little beauty’s breasts bounce, but I wanted my drink.
“Come on, girl. Pour.”
She stopped bouncing and poured our drinks, still sporting a huge smile. “I am just so relieved. When I joined up I told Jackson I wanted to get as far away from Grady as possible and now it’s finally happening.”
I grabbed her arm before she could pull away. “I never knew you were from Grady.”
She just shrugged. “It wasn’t a secret, but I didn’t want to advertise it when I first came here.”
“What’s it like?” I asked.
She looked surprised by my question. “Um, it’s not all bad. I had a nice childhood in Grady. It’s not until you grow up that you start to realize how oppressive the rules are. I mean, we were barely allowed movies with a PG rating. And we only listened to Christian music. Every marriage is arranged and they expect you to wait until marriage to have any kind of sexual relations.”
“Why did you leave?”
“I got caught fooling around with a boy who was not my intended. They said I could submit to punishment or I could leave.”
“What was the punishment?”
I thought I saw her shiver but she just shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I did not stay to find out. My family did not support me and I wasn’t in love with the boy or anything.” She looked down. “Mac picked me up on the side of the road and invited me back to his house for a few days. He got me this job bartending and the rest is history.”
I couldn’t help but wonder if Letty made it home okay, if she got caught. Could someone be hurting her because I touched her? I felt my fists clench at the thought.
I felt like taking a drive to Grady to check on her. Then again, that might cause more trouble for her.
The celebration continued all around me, but all I could think about was seeing Letty. I decided that I would find a way to see her before we left in a few weeks. Just to make sure she was okay, I told myself.