Chapter 6

Briar

“This isn’t at all what I expected,” I grunt at Lynch as I lift my beer bottle to my lips.

“This isn’t much different from home,” Lynch clarifies.

We watch as dozens of women walk around completely naked. Each one of them wears a thick leather collar that doesn’t seem to be designed for comfort as they offer themselves to the men.

“They’re willing to make your wildest fantasies come true,” Luis explains as he sits on the sofa across from us.

My cock jumps in my jeans at just the mention of feeding my sinister needs, but the strength I’ve drawn from for the last decade calms me almost instantly. Giving into that desire isn’t possible, and thinking of satisfying it with the only girl who gets me fully hard will never be an option. I’d die first before even putting myself in a situation where it could come to fruition.

“President’s pick.” Luis sweeps his arm, encompassing every woman in the vast room.

“No thanks.”

Lynch’s response is to the point, and in our world would never be met with argument. However, we aren’t in our world any longer. We’re in the middle of a mansion that took twenty minute’s worth of security to even enter. We’re weaponless and being eyed by the twenty or so cartel members scattered throughout the room.

Life in an MC can be brutal. The last ten years under Cowboy’s rule back in Sutton proved that. We aren’t afraid to get our hands dirty, but I don’t have to worry about my mother’s safety if I get into an argument with my president.

In the land of all things cartel, I can honestly say I’m a little worried with every breath I take. These guys are relentless. They don’t give a shit about anything but loyalty and money, and not always in that order. The brutality they’re known for is enough to get anyone to toe the line. They don’t speak softly and back it up with firepower when they need to. These guys come in guns blazing, no matter what innocent person could be cut down from their attack.

“Is my pussy not good enough for you?” Luis doesn’t lean in closer in order to intimidate. He doesn’t even look over at Lynch when he speaks, opting to keep his eyes and hands on the woman he’s summoned over to pull his dick out.

“The stewardess sucked me off on the flight in,” Lynch claims.

“Atta boy,” Luis says just before his head rolls on the back of the sofa as the girl at his feet begins sucking his dick.

“Why would you say something like that?” I hiss in Lynch’s ear while our host is distracted.

We flew commercial, and Lynch never left his damn seat.

“Zoe,” he mutters.

She was the reason I was offended in the first place, but him mentioning her name gives me all I need to understand. It isn’t above Luis to use any person as a pawn to get what he wants. Staying in the dark about Lynch’s undying love for Molly’s best friend is best for everyone involved.

“We really need to discuss this,” I mumble, keeping my eyes off of the woman Luis is trying to choke with his cock.

“Doing that under his roof isn’t an option,” Lynch replies.

“She’s got the perfect mouth,” Luis praises after grunting his release. With a rough hand on her cheek, he turns her head in my direction. “He’s next, puta.”

The woman doesn’t raise her eyes to mine, she merely shuffles on her knees in my direction. “No thanks.”

Luis's eyebrow raises, but at least the woman stops between us, waiting for direction like a trained puppy.

“The bitch on the plane suck you off, too?”

“My VP is celibate,” Lynch answers for me as if he had noticed the tension that’s rolling off of me. Coming here was a bad fucking idea. We’re sitting fucking ducks in this goddamn compound. I feel like a puppet on a string, just waiting for the rabid animals circulating around the room to attack. One guy in the corner with crazy eyes looks like he’d have more fun ripping me apart than I’ve ever seen in TJ’s eyes, and that guy lives for blood and gore.

“No pussy?” Luis grins. “We have a couple guys downstairs willing to lift their asses in the air if that’s what you prefer. We don’t bring them up here because my men want to pretend that they don’t exist.”

Luis winks in our direction as if he’s sharing a secret among good friends.

“Celibate,” I grunt. “Not gay.”

I do my best to get a bead on each of our guys in the massive room. TJ is pouting on the other side of the room with his head bent over his phone. Smalls and Hornet are entertaining a woman each on the far side. Everyone is accounted for and safe so far.

Luis shrugs, seemingly not affronted by my second rejection. “I mean, at the end of the day a hole is a hole, right?”

“Exactly,” Lynch says with a wicked grin on his lips. Anyone who doesn’t know him would think he’s as fucked up as our host, but I know better.

“Toro over there—” He points in the direction of the squirrely-eyed guy. “He’s fond of cutting people and sticking his dick in the wounds.”

“Jesus,” I mutter. We don’t have shit on these guys, and I’ve always assumed our group was the most fucked up people around.

“Ronan,” Lynch snaps when another woman sits beside him. He doesn’t touch her, doesn’t pull her red tipped fingers from his thigh.

“Yeah, Prez?” Ronan stands a few feet away, making sure not to get too close. Upsetting Luis isn’t on the agenda this evening.

“She’s lonely.” Lynch angles his head in the woman’s direction. “Can you show her some attention?”

“At your service.” Ronan holds out his hand for the woman, and I know Lynch doesn’t breathe another breath until she’s away from him and being escorted up the wide staircase.

“Are we going to discuss what we came here for?” Agitation marks my boss’s voice as he pulls his eyes from the retreating couple and shoots a glare at Luis.

“Tomorrow.” Luis waves a hand in the direction of the festivities. “Enjoy this party. It is in your honor after all.”

“We have a ton of shit going on back home,” Lynch reminds him.

“Ah, yes.” Luis waves his hand and a woman places a drink in it in seconds. “I imagine taking over such a large enterprise after your father killed my wife is quite a task.”

He doesn’t even look in our direction when he says the words, nor does he bother to look upset at the death of his spouse.

“That’s what the party is for, also.”

“A celebration of life?” The question leaves my lips before I can catch it. He doesn’t seem too torn up about it.

Luis turns his head in my direction. “A celebration of death.”

He watches my face, looking for a reaction, but he won’t find one. I hold his gaze, not in challenge, but I also refuse to surrender to him. Thankfully, he looks away first.

He’s the same sick fucker who asked for Cowboy’s death for the murder of his wife. From the way Lynch described it, Luis pretty much sent her our way to be killed. Her death was always part of the equation to get his claws into the Ravens Ruin MC.

Our host nods at another woman as she makes her way toward us. Lynch stiffens beside me once again as she closes in on us, but her eyes focus on me rather than my president.

“Stay cool,” Lynch hisses when my hand squeezes my beer bottle until my knuckles turn white.

“What are you playing at?” I spit in Luis’s direction as the woman closes in on me. “I won’t fuck some chick at your command, so you can stop trying to assert power over me. I’ll die for my club before I stick my dick in one of your whores.”

“That’s a lot bravado for a man sitting on my couch drinking my beer.”

“I’d offer the same courtesy to you in my own home,” I assure him. “But I wouldn’t try to force your hand. That holds a level of disrespect I’m not certain you’re ready to answer for.”

“Are all of your soldiers as aggressive as this one?”

Lynch huffs out a humorless chuckle. “Have you met my brother?”

The weight of the world lifts from my shoulders as Luis finally pulls his eyes from me, a hint of a smile playing on his thin lips.

We’ll be lucky if we make it out of this fucking compound alive.

“You’ll stay the night,” Luis orders. “Tomorrow we can discuss business. You’ll be back in Massachusetts before nightfall if you so wish.”

“Perfect,” Lynch agrees.

“Looks like those two are making up for your lack of interest.”

We look over at Chains and Professor. Each mouth, hand, and cock are busy bringing numerous women pleasure simultaneously. It’s actually an impressive feat, and they’ve taken to the challenge with fervor.

“They shouldn’t know that much pleasure,” Luis says absently as he watches one of his women come on Chains’s dick. “It ruins them.”

The warning in his voice is clear, but how he re-educates these girls is the least of my damn worries. Getting out of this fucking place without leaving my life or my blood on the floor is my main concern.