Chapter 6
2 Piece
One week later...
Well we still haven’t found that fuck head that upset the girls at the grocery store, but the club got its first note dropped off in the middle of the night. Scratch found it tied to the gate this morning when he went out to sit in his little post. We always have someone monitoring the gate and who comes and goes into the compound. You never know when you may piss off the wrong person or when the cops might decide to pay us a little visit.
Ares stares at the note again, looking at it like it’s written in fucking Chinese or some shit. “So what the fuck are we doin’?” I question, ready to demand a plan of action. He always takes his time with shit, being the smart one about these kinds of things, but I want it squashed now, before it gets even more serious.
The Prez has been gone a lot this week for fuck knows why, so the burden of it all has fallen to Ares’ shoulders. I bet he’s pretty stressed the fuck out, having all these new responsibilities thrown on him suddenly.
Our relationship is kind of strange right now. It’s kind of screwy, him essentially being my boss during club business, but yet we’re fucking. I cringe a little as I think of it. I can’t believe this has even happened. Not just once, but it happened again today before I had planned to get out of bed.
We need to stop this until Avery is completely on board with it. But, at the same time, I want him any chance I get. I’ve always been the more dominant one, not taking any shit from people, but with him in control, I’ll admit it’s sexy as fuck. I still won’t take no lip from anyone or anything, but if he wants to control me a little when we’re alone, it gets my fucking dick hard seein’ him like that.
This morning, Avery was asleep and he followed me in to the bathroom. He actually slept over from last night. Normally he doesn’t stay, but I think he wants to give us that part of himself now; maybe he just wasn’t ready before. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t heard us. He took me pretty roughly against the sink, the wall and cabinet creaking and groaning each time he slammed home. He felt so fuckin’ amazin’. When we were finished, Avery was still sleeping. Her gorgeous auburn hair spread out over the pillow, with her hands tucked between her knees.
I haven’t gotten up the nerve to say anything to her about it yet. What if she really isn’t okay with wanting more than what we already have? Our whole relationship so far has been over being free and not tied down to any real serious shit. The most we’ve committed to each other is getting a pup and stayin’ together here at the clubhouse, but it’s come to the point where I want it all. Fuck, I have no clue what to even say at this point. All I know is I love her with every breath that I take; but now, I have all of these strong confusing feelings for Ares filling my head. I want everything, but I want it with both of them.
I don’t know if I can say I’m really in love with Ares yet. The feelings for him are so different than what I feel for Avery. I feel this crazy need to protect her and cherish her. With Ares, I feel safe when I’m around him; I’ve been around him for years and trust him completely, even if I don’t always act like it. He’s smart and can take care of things, even more so now that he’s the VP for the club, too.
I know he cares about Avery and me both, but does he love her like I do? Could he possibly love her the same way, so we can continue this…whatever this is? I couldn’t handle it if he didn’t have the same fierce need inside of him to protect her like I do, or the insatiable thoughts of having her all of the time.
She has the best pussy I’ve ever had in my life; but, at the same time, she has the sweetest fucking heart you could imagine. I’m ready to take the next step with her, and I fuckin’ hope she’s at that stage, too.
I started out with this whole threesome thing to bring Avery extra pleasure. The sharing never bothered me, because I know she loves me completely. I can’t always give her everything she dreams of sexually, and Ares makes up for what I don’t do. Is that how it’s supposed to be? Is that why we all work so well together? Fuck, I have to tell her about this. I feel like scum, not being up front with her. I love her so much, and I know my heart will literally break if she’s not okay with this.
Ares sits forward, drawing me out of my thoughts of Avery, resting his big, tattooed hands, full of silver chunky rings on the table close to mine. “I’m going to call the Prez and see what he thinks about this bullshit.”
“What did the note even say?” I bite the inside of my cheek, curious.
“Some warped stupid shit about how the club has buried past VPs and to check our closets for skeletons, whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean.” He shrugs.
“Buried VPs?” I repeat, squinting at him, puzzled.
“Yeah, I don’t fuckin’ know, brother. Your guess is as good as mine. The last VP was in an accident right around the time Prez got his patch, but I’m sure you’re already aware of that. Anyhow, since then we haven’t even discussed a new VP. Hell, I always believed it would be Smiles getting that spot if it ever came to it. Now, I get patched and this shit starts up. Fucked up bullshit drama is what it is.”
“I just want to keep Avery safe this time; she’s been hurt too many times already. I haven’t let her leave the compound without me, and Cain’s doin’ the same with London. I have Sadie on lockdown unless it’s for a doctor’s trip and even then, myself or fuckin’ Twist has to go. I hate it that she goes with him, but I know that crazy fucker will protect her ass and go off on anyone like a goddam rabid dog.”
“Good, let’s keep it that way. I don’t want anything happening to any of you,” Ares grumbles and taps his knuckles with mine easily. I leave my hand beside his, getting more comfortable with him being close.
“Hey boys, what are you two gabbing on about?” Pulling my hands back and resting them in my lap, Avery joins us at the table, sliding into the seat next to me.
I grunt and Ares replies with a grin, “Boys? Baby, I ain’t no boy—all man right here.” He winks at her and she returns it with her own mischief-filled grin. They’ve had a flirty, easygoing banter between them since they first met and there was a misunderstanding. Avery flipped out, thinking I was passing her off to Ares, not realizing we were both there to pleasure her together. Thankfully, they worked through it and became closer afterward.
Wrapping my arm around her, I tuck her small body close into my embrace in the booth. God, I fuckin’ love her so much. With her and Ares both, life could be practically perfect. I don’t know how long Ares is in this for or even if Avery will still love me after I confess to her what I want, but fuck, if they both stick around, my life would be completely full. Smiling down at her, I press a kiss on top of her head. Her hair always smells flowery and good. I love it that she’s a girly girl; always busy paintin’ her nails bright colors and shit. Crazy chick even painted Lily’s nails when the poor pup was sleeping.
“Nothin’ that concerns you, free bird.” I murmur, breathing in her sweet smelling shampoo as I put my nose to her soft hair again. She probably thinks I’m a weirdo, always sniffing her, but damn, her hair smells nice. She’s got lotion that smells so good, it makes me fuckin’ hard as a rock, and her light smelling perfume she spritzes on every mornin’, it’s all got me addicted to seeing what she’s put on when she’s next to me. “What are you fixin’ to do?”
“Well, I didn’t see either one of you in the room after our fun night last night, so I figured I’d come looking for y’all and see if you wanted some lunch?”
“Hell yeah, shorty, if you’re makin’ lunch, I want some, please.” I lean in, mumbling against her mouth and take her lips for a few seconds. Pulling back, I glance at Ares to see his eyes blazing, not in anger, but looking completely turned on, like he wants to be doing the same thing.
“Air?” Avery inquires and he blinks a few times.
“Sure angel, if you don’t mind, I would love somethin.’”
She beams a large, happy smile at us, and jumps up and out of the booth., “Okay then, I’ll be back!” She turns, strutting off, shaking her sexy ass in a little black pair of shorts as she heads for the kitchen. I can’t help the pain in my gut, as the guilt for not being completely open with her hits me hard.
Facing Ares, I declare, “I’m telling her.”
“The fuck you are. You wait.”
“For what? She needs to know, any longer and she will never fucking forgive me for not telling her sooner. I can’t lose her, damn it. Ares, she means everything to me. I’ve never been this way over a woman before; you know how I was before she started staying here.”
“You won’t lose her. I told you already, I will take care of it.”
“Yeah and how the fuck you gonna do that, huh?”
“Enough 2 Piece,” he growls in warning. “Just calm your shit. I’ll let you know when I speak with her. Everything will be motherfuckin’ peachy.”
Huffing, I cross my arms over my chest so I don’t reach across the table and throat punch his ass. This is what he does to me—I either want him to fuck me or I want to kick him in the face.
I can’t stand this. My heart hurts inside, imagining the possibility of losing her, of losing him, too. When did he become so important to me anyhow? We’ve been friends for years, but now what I feel for him is something completely different. Fuck if I’m not a little lost with it all. The same thoughts keep circulating over and over in my head. I feel like a damn pussy, whining and shit ‘bout it all, but fuck.
“So the letter?” I move to distract myself with the issues at hand that can be easily fixed when I find the ignorant fucker who decided to grow a pair of balls during the night.
“I’m taking care of it,” he shrugs.
“Don’t keep me in the dark, damn it. Avery was fuckin’ threatened, or did you forget? I want to know what’s up.”
He nods. “I know, and you will. You hear back from the last weapons’ contact?”
“Yep, last night before you came to the room, and we’re good with the Columbians, too. I don’t know who the fuck would be threatening the club like this, let alone you.”
“I don’t know, either, but if shit doesn’t fuckin’ calm down soon, I may need to call Dom and get him here.”
Dom was his friend he lived with before he joined the club. He’s stopped in a few times and the brothers have met him. Dom seems much more normal than Ares, so he must have had a decent life growin’ up. He rides a bike, but keeps his nose clean. We keep ours pretty clean also, but fuck knows we’re all far from innocent.
We’re interrupted by an out of breath Twist, as he comes rushing into the bar, scanning until he sees us. His long, blond hair is in every direction, as if he had just grabbed it and pulled it roughly.
“Fuck if Scratch didn’t just see the same bike ride back by the club from the cameras!” Twist practically yells and Ares jumps up, anxious.
We have security cameras all over the compound to help us monitor if anyone comes and goes. Earlier when we left my room and got the note, we checked the footage. There was a white chopper with red skulls painted all over the tank. It was hard to make it out, but thankfully, Brently being a college brat, could figure out how to zoom in and out to see it better.
“Yo! They rode past the fuckin’ compound?” Ares demands and Twist nods.
“Go see if you can catch him—only to town—and, if not, at least get me a fuckin’ description!” Ares barks out, and Twist takes off running out of the club door.
“Fuck yeah! I’ll be back,” he cackles a crazed laugh, as the door slams closed.
“Should we call Cain?” I ask, standing beside him.
“No, they’re at the ultrasound appointment. I’ll text him in an hour to update him. Jamison was goin’ to London’s mom’s house anyhow, so the boy is safe.”
I nod, stirring through my thoughts, trying to figure out what else we should do. “Now what?”
“Now we wait and think.” His hands flex, making tight fists as he takes his seat again.
“I fuckin’ hate waitin’.” I follow suit, sitting across from him.
“Fuck, I know, brother.” He groans, shaking his head and pulls out his phone. Sitting quietly, I eavesdrop on his side of the conversation.
Spin?
Yeah, brother.
Just saw the chopper from last night. Keep your eyes peeled around the shop.
Naw, don’t think they would. Just don’t want you havin’ any damages.
Yep, see ya then.
He hangs up, right as Avery breezes in, unaware of what just happened. She’s carrying plates stacked with sub sandwiches and fruit salad. Ever since the BBQ last week, the brothers keep begging the girls to make London’s mom’s fruit salad. Fuck, that shit’s hella good.
“Thanks, shorty.” Murmuring, I take my plate from her, and she kisses me sweetly on the lips.
“Thanks, angel,’ Ares nods, and she grins at him.
“No problem, now y’all dig in.”
Avery has her own plate but she has a small sandwich and a heaping pile of fruit salad, pretty much the opposite of ours. We’re all so hungry that we start shoveling in the delicious food.
After we’re finished eating, I steal some of Avery’s food, since she’s been hoarding all of the fruit salad from us.
“If you will take the plates to the kitchen, I’m going to go call my dad.” She stands, glancing between us.
“Yeah, of course. Thanks for makin’ it.”
“Welcome,” she pops, kissing me tenderly on my cheek then rounds the booth, brushing a kiss on Ares’ cheek as well. It doesn’t upset me, though. If anything, it makes me happy to see her care for him, too. I guess maybe because I care for him a lot? Fuck knows.
I peer at him, questioningly.
“For fuck’s sake, I told you, I’ll take care of it. Soon.”
Nodding, I hold back. He better, I don’t know if I can fucking wait any longer.