Mark
“I never realized planning to go against somebody was going to be this difficult,” I confided in Ozzy, who had been helping me organize riders to take action against the rival MC that was threatening our New Hampshire operations.
“Normally, it’s not, but when you’ve got to check up on everyone to make sure you’re not organizing people who are going behind your back, it does make things a little more difficult.” He chuckled at the absurdity.
“Everybody checks out, though, right?”
“Yep. I’m fairly confident we have a good, solid group of loyal members to back us up on this.”
It was my first big intimidation campaign without Alan looking over my shoulder. If I were president of Shadow Reapers, I knew things would have gone down pretty much the same way they did for this campaign. I would have vetted a handful of guys, and I would have passed the rest of them over to my VP, who would have been Ozzy. That was something Alan had done differently. He didn’t have a VP. He ran the club pretty much solo, with only the board of senior members and no second in command. I was going to change that and get back to doing things the normal way.
“Have we been able to rustle up any intel on the other guys?” I asked.
“Not yet. I’m working on that,” Ozzy told me.
“Dammit, man.” I slammed a fist down on the desk.
“Maybe you should talk to Alan. Find out how he got information out of them,” he suggested.
“We can do this without Alan. He already thinks I’m weak and incompetent,” I explained. “The last thing I need to do is give him more reason to doubt my leadership capabilities. No, we can do this on our own. Let’s focus on finding out where they’re going to be and when they’ll be there,” I said. “I want to move on them as soon as we can.”
“Got it. I’m working on it. It’s hard to get an inside guy, though, when they’ve got one too,” Ozzy told me.
“I know, but you can do it,” I reminded him.
He got up and left my office, closing the door behind him. I sat and stared at the wall for a few minutes, thinking about the operation we were planning. I kept going back over it in my head.
We were planning on riding down in a large group, as many of the Reapers as we could get together. We couldn’t let these guys know we were coming. We had to basically sneak up on them.
They’d been harassing the chapters in New Hampshire and Vermont the same way they’d harassed us under Alan. That situation had ended in a brawl after they had agreed to meet up to discuss the situation.
I didn’t want to let them know we were coming. I didn’t want to agree to meet anywhere. I wanted us to pop up and put the fear of God in them. I didn’t care if it went south. If push came to shove, I wanted everyone prepared to take it south.
I shook my head in an effort to clear my thoughts. I got up from my desk and left the office, walking through the group of club girls hanging around the bar. There was only one way to clear my mind, and it had been a while since the last time I had fucked Nora.
She allowed me to forget myself. I had complete control over her, and I would get lost with her as our bodies connected, every time. I had come to depend on her as a way to relieve stress and tension, so I hopped on the back of my bike and drove over to her apartment.
I didn’t bother calling ahead to let her know I was on the way. I didn’t want her to go through any extra trouble to prepare for me. I only wanted her, not her food or any other comforts her place had to offer — just her body. I walked up to her apartment and banged on the door.
She answered in sweatpants and a t-shirt. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. Her clothes showed off her body perfectly, from the curve of her breasts under her shirt to the shape of her hips in the sweats. I wanted to jump her right there at the door, without even walking into the apartment.
“I wasn’t expecting you,” she said, surprised to see me.
“You should always be ready for me,” I told her. “Remember, you belong to me.”
“Yes, sir.” She lowered her eyes, like a good little submissive, but I wasn’t there for only her submission. I was there for all of her this time.
She stepped aside to let me in and closed the door behind me after I entered the apartment. I turned to her, and she grabbed my coat, putting it on the coat rack I’d bought for her. With only a few words, she had slipped right back into her role as a sub.
“Is there anything in particular you want me to do, sir?” she asked, walking back to me and running her hands up and down my chest.
“Your room,” I commanded, and she walked ahead of me with her head down.
As I followed behind her, I watched her ass in her sweats. My desire for her was already stirring, excited by being near her and by her submission. I wanted to throw her down on that bed and mount her. I wanted to fill her with my seed, to lose myself deep inside her.
“Sit down,” I told her when she reached the bed.
“Yes, sir.” She obeyed, like the good little sub she was.
I sat down beside her and took her face in my hands. I kissed her, and she kissed me back. Our lips worked together, and our tongues wrapped around each other. From the way she kissed me, I could tell she had been craving the contact at least as much as I had.
I pulled back from her. “We’re planning a ride south,” I told her. I found myself wanting to talk to her about what was going on as much as I wanted to forget about it by fucking her brains out.
“What do you mean?” she asked, searching my eyes for answers.
“We’re moving against the guys who have been threatening our operations. It’s only supposed to be an intimidation campaign, but things got violent the last time we confronted them,” I told her.
“What does that mean for me?” she asked.
I looked into her eyes. “What do you mean?”
“If something goes wrong and you’re hurt, or…worse, what does that mean?” Her voice trailed off as tears filled her eyes.
“Hey, nothing’s going to happen to me,” I told her, pulling her into my arms. “I’m going to be fine. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“I can’t help it,” she admitted. “You’ve been taking care of me and keeping me for a few months now, so I’m going to worry when something like this comes up.”
“I know you are, but this is the kind of thing we do,” I assured her. The truth was I was as worried as she was. I could have told her everything was going to be alright a hundred times, and I was pretty sure neither one of us would have stopped worrying.
“So, what’s going to happen if things don’t go as planned?” she asked again.
I didn’t want to think about it, but she wasn’t giving me a chance. The tears rolling down her cheeks told me she wasn’t playing her submissive part anymore. She really was concerned. She really wanted an answer. And she deserved one.
“Ozzy will handle everything,” I told her. “He would be the next one in line, at least as long as Paul is behind bars.”
She nodded. “That means he’d be acting president.”
“Right, and if he managed to get the guys to rally behind him, he’d be able to take over completely once Alan got back,” I explained.
She reached up and dried her tears. “Then, all of this would be for nothing, right?” she asked.
I sighed. “Probably, but you’d still have a special place with the MC. I’d make sure of it.” Then, I thought about what I was saying and shook my head. “Ozzy wouldn’t stab me in the back by pushing you out. He’d make sure you kept your place in the MC. But we’re not going to have to worry about that, alright?”
She nodded, looking a little like I had scolded her.
“Hey, I’m coming back. I’ve ridden against threats before, and I’ve gone into much nastier fights than this,” I tried to assure her, and I supposed I had, but these assholes had been giving us trouble for years.
We put them down in one place, and they popped back up somewhere else, fucking with us on a different front. They’d remained fairly quiet since the confrontation between Alan and their leadership, but it was becoming clear they’d been planning that whole time, preparing to make their next move.
They were our most competent rivals, and possibly the most dangerous. Their numbers alone made them a considerable threat. On top of that, we were going into their home territory. I wondered if anyone else, like Ozzy, felt as nervous as I did.
“Promise me you’ll be careful,” she said.
I smiled at her. I felt pretty silly sitting with her talking about being careful when riding out against a rival MC. Careful wasn’t one of the strategies we used. We took our time to plan so we knew how we were going to approach them. We decided if we were going to meet with them or ambush them. In this case, we were planning an ambush. We wanted to have the upper hand.
“I promise, we’re going to take every precaution we can to be as prepared as we can be before we ride out,” I assured her.
She sighed, and I could see that she was still upset. I put a hand under her chin and lifted her face to mine.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s just that I feel like I’ve put so much into this. I’ve given you so much of myself, and I have so much left to give, you know? I’m not ready for this to end, and I don’t want to go back to Ryan. And I know that if anything happens to you, he’ll show right back up and try to force himself into my life again. I don’t want that. I want you. I want the life that you’ve given me.” She barely took time to breathe while she spoke.
“You’ll be taken care of. I promise,” I said, looking right into her eyes.
She reached up and put a hand behind my head, pulling me in for a kiss. Our lips met, and I could feel her desire for me in the way her lips worked against mine. Her tongue accepted mine into her mouth. She pulled me down on top of her on her bed.
Something was different already, in the way we were kissing. There was no sense of urgency, of pressure to move quickly. It was relaxed, but it was still intense.
She spread her legs to welcome me. I pressed myself against her, my hardening desire running back and forth between her legs. She pressed her hips up against mine and started moving her body with mine. All the while, she held onto my head, keeping my face against hers, our tongues pressed together.
I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from my face. I pulled my head back and looked down on her, lying fully clothed beneath me. This time I wasn’t taking her. She was giving herself to me.