It’s closing on midnight when we finally get to the Clubhouse. The iron rooted gates open and all the brothers file in, stopping in their parking spaces. I’m last to get in, Falon nice and snug to my back.
I park my V-Rod next to Killer’s red Dyna just as the man jogs down the porch steps.
The cold creeps in on my back when Falon gets off and rushes past Killer without a word.
Most probably to go lay down.
Her stomach has been cramping since the morning. And my guilt of not being able to help her has played on my mind since we got on my bike this morning.
I tried talking to my woman before we left the Inn and again when we stopped for gas but she shut me out.
I didn’t understand it. My first thought was maybe someone said something about my trip with a certain girl last night.
But I know my family.
Still didn’t explain why she barely spoke ten words to me in the past 16 hours.
“What took you motherfuckers so long.” Killer hits my back and moves on to the others.
I give him no response, he’s aware of the situation. Killer is the fastest thinker among all of us. Rounder thinks he’s just a soldier but the brother is much more than that.
We don’t like keeping shit from our President but since we found out Rounder has cancer, the brothers and I agreed that we needed someone protecting the man.
Killer was the choice we voted on and he lives up to his name. I’m not sure why he became a Satan Sniper. But he is, and he’s a damn good brother. Which was why I called him first after we got all the details of what happened with Falon.
I pull Falon’s bag out from my bike and trek to the face brick four-story farmhouse we use as our Clubhouse and home.
Compliments of the government.
It was a small passing gift they gave us two years ago. But we took it for what it truly was. They were letting us know that they knew where we stayed. Like giving us their blessing but informing us that they still own most of us. We took it, obviously.
We never turn shit down from our bosses if we want peace and they were wise not to bug it.
The land is fifty acres of utter bliss with a lake, forest and space. Lots of space. The high steel enforced; brick camouflaged walls were one of the many changes we added ourselves. For security purposes of course.
“I thought you said small.” I catch the easily recognizable voice a few meters away.
I turn around to see her, my foot on the second step of the polished porch. One hand in my back pocket, the other holding Falon’s bag.
She’s in deep conversation with Storm and Killer and got that fucking jacket on again, hiding her face under the hood.
I still can’t drop my eyes, hood or not.
The sight of her naked under that fucking t-shirt and the feel of her thighs under my fingers are too fresh not to remember, too present to look away.
The girl is dangerous and she doesn’t even have a clue.
And for the first time since I met her, I’m wondering what the fuck I’m doing.
She’s a homeless 21-year-old. Way too young for me and even more fucked up than I presumed.
After she told me what happened with Falon, I wished I knew sooner.
I should’ve made her tell me before I decided to get her on the back of my bike. Before I broke so many laws giving her my cut when I had my President’s daughter, the woman I intend to claim as mine, wounded in a bed after almost getting raped.
I used the situation as an excuse to talk to the homeless girl, find out her name. I was the one who hunted her down when Storm was right, I should have been with Falon coaxing it out of her.
There’s no way I’m going to screw things up with Falon for some homeless girl I met in an alley with a gun in her hand.
The Enforcer in me wanted to kill those men again, more painfully. Storm agreed, when I voiced this,
“Those fuckers died too easily.”
I had no words for the girl with the broken voice after all she had confessed.
She sure as shit didn’t have anything else to say either.
Storm and I both watched her this morning, waiting for her to look at us after she had finished filling in the blanks about what happened at Lazers.
I wanted her to notice that I was there for her when the other shoe dropped.
It didn’t.
Both of us stood still thinking similar thoughts, maybe she’ll scream, or cry, rant or rave, something to release that hollowness that plagued a person after they took a life.
She didn’t, nothing happened.
Something switched off in her, she became so still and frozen, hoping we’ll forget she was in the room, forget that she killed those guys and admitted it without a hitch in her tone.
I’m glad I saw it sooner than later. It only concreted my decision that I won’t let this girl come between Falon and me.
My feet move to the Clubhouse doors, the smell of disinfectant hits my nose and I’m glad to be home.
The 16-seater set of Red custom-made leather couches greet me silently as I pass them turning the corner and going toward the bar.
We bought the couches last year when the last set was infested with ants. In fact, we refurbished the whole Clubhouse after that diabolical event.
I ignore the loud calls and laughs happening outside and decide to go through the empty hall space straight to the stairs that lead to the bedrooms instead.
Spotting Snake sitting on the feeding counter in front of the liquor cabinet, I do however make a U-turn.
“Yo slither.”
The side of his face with the small snakes tattooed on it lifts up into a devil’s grin,
“Yo. I started thinking you guys stopped in Houston.” He lifts his head up from the piles of paperwork he’s doing.
I shrug and drop Falon’s bag on the floor,
“We had to stop more than intended brother. Falon wasn’t doing too good.”
He frowns, and nods in understanding.
“Saw her run by, might wanna let Prez know his girl’s back, he was up the whole night, Killer had to knock his ass out.” Cringing at the same time I grimace he gestures to the closed door opposite the staircase.
“Gotta see to Falon first man.” Is all I say before I’m walking in the opposite direction and up the carpeted stairs.
When I get to Falon’s room, I brace myself before I open the door. I expect to see her laying down, or throwing up.
I’m beyond shocked when I see her small frame spread eagle on the four-poster bed, naked.
Her white sheets crinkled.
Two dainty fingers lodged in her pussy, finger fucking her cunt. I can see her arousal from the doorway. Wet and glistening.
Her eyes hooded with a need I’ve come to know as she looks at me.
My cock stirs, and all my thoughts take a backseat.
“Add another finger, you know my cocks much bigger baby.”
I close the door at the same time she puts a third finger inside her wetness.
My steps bring me closer to her and my cock gets harder at wanting to play.
It’s an hour later. We’re in the shower, two condoms less when I realize I’m not satisfied. I need more, I want more.
When Falon moves to get out of the shower, I grab her by the hips and hoist her up on to the wet shower walls. My tongue grazing hers and I close my eyes, giving her nothing too deep.
I grind my cock against her pussy and she eagerly responds.
I drop her gently on her feet and tug her hair down with my left hand, careful to keep my back against the shower streams.
“Get on your knees,” I bite out.
She goes happily and takes me into her mouth, just how I like, paying close attention to the tip.
I’ve never fucked Falon raw or any woman for that matter. I use my own condoms, no pulling out, or taking pills. I wrap it or leave it.
I don’t want any kids popping up and getting trapped into a marriage I don’t want. Or my kid growing up a bastard.
My parents got married because my mama fell pregnant with my blood brother, Thorn.
They despised each other right up till dad fucked Tonia, a prospect of The Satan Snipers at the time, now a booker for the Houston Chapter.
She fell pregnant with twins. He ditched my mama so fast. Took Thorn and me with him.
He didn’t marry Tonia and lucky he didn’t, she miscarried at four months.
My mama didn’t take the news of my father’s infidelity and the divorce well but didn’t fight for us either. She was glad to be rid of us, in fact, she seemed relieved.
Wanted no weekends, nothing.
I haven’t seen her in sixteen years and neither has Thorn.
My dad is a great father, doesn’t mean I want to repeat his shit. So, until I marry Falon, I’m not taking any chances.
I know she wants to take that step, but I can’t.
It’s something I have never been willing to risk for any woman.
Even now with Fallon’s hot mouth sucking me down her throat and my eyes rolled back I will never make that mistake.