“I’m sorry about the way that came out. It sounded like it was a problem having you here and trying to keep you safe from these guys. That’s not what I meant.” He pulled on my arm so I had to turn to him and hauled me between his legs. His hands hooked around the back of my naked thighs causing my body to tingle. “The thought of them getting their hands on you does crazy shit to my head. It makes me wanna vomit and it makes me want to beat some fucker’s head in.”
I sunk into his touch. “I’m scared, Kit. He sounded serious and he has no qualms about resorting to violence.”
“I know, baby. But you have to trust that I’m going to do everything I can God damn do, to make sure he never comes near you.”
I placed my forehead softly against his, my fight slowly diminishing. I wanted to trust Kit. We were finally at a point where I realized he wasn’t in this for a short term conquest. But fear of being disappointed once again still hung in my mind.
“I need to know what’s going on,” I stated firmly, hoping that at least being in the know would make me feel better about trusting him to take control of the situation.
“I’ll try to do that, but there are just some things that you don’t need to know.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he held up a hand to halt me. “I’m not saying that to keep you out, I’m saying it to keep your peace of mind.”
I nodded, reluctantly, and tried to push past our little spat. “So, what happened with the cops then?”
Kit laughed. “Little prick didn’t get his way so he called the cops, saying some dodgy guys were hanging around with weapons. Think he thought a few of us might get arrested, take down some of our numbers.” He shook his head still smiling. “Almost worked too. I was looking at doing time if one of the prospects hadn’t thought quick and lifted my gun from the back of my jeans without me even noticing.”
“You didn’t notice someone take your gun?” I raised my eyebrow.
“Kid was like a freaking pickpocket or a magician. One second it was there, next thing I knew he was giving it to the cop and they were booking him for carrying a gun that wasn’t registered to him.”
“Saved your ass, huh?”
“Yeah baby, and owe him one. Think I’m gonna pay him back in the way of a full patch. Not even gonna put it to a vote. He’s proved himself time and time again, and laying his shit down for his president. That takes balls.”
I looked at him stunned. For a president not to ask for a vote at the table wasn’t unheard of, but was very rare. From what I knew about the Brothers by Blood, voting at the table was an important part of their bylaws – the rules they lived by. That being said, the president had enough power to rule on particular issues without having to call a vote.
“Wow, that’s huge. Did he get in trouble?”
“Little. Don’t think he’ll do time, but he may get some kind of probation or curfew type shit slapped on him for a few months, along with a fine.”
“And if he hadn’t done what he had?”
Kit frowned. “I could’ve been looking at up to five years.”
My heart sank and I suddenly felt in debt to this young man. I nuzzled my face in Kit’s neck. “Remind me to thank him.”
There was a hard knock on the door and I almost yelled at them to get lost, the urge to appreciate my man being here taking precedence over whoever the hell was there.
“Tuck your cock back in, the boys are rounding up for Church,” Tally called. I heard him laughing as his boots stomped off down the hall.
Kit hooked his hands under my knees and lifted me up as he stood. I squealed and quickly threw my arms around him as he turned and laid me back on the bed. He loomed over me, my legs still wrapped around his waist. I took the time to admire his stunning face, his prominent jaw and the dark few days’ growth that covered it. His dark, sparkly eyes that drew me in and threatened to never let me leave. I raised my hips, my now soaked center brushing against his barely covered length which began to harden by the second.
He dipped his head, licking at sucking at my neck. “I gotta go to Church,” he whispered. His voice was now quiet and husky and I knew that I was winning this battle. I ground my hips up a few more times before he finally began to throw his forward, meeting me halfway.
“You’re the president, you own the club. They’ll wait,” I told him breathlessly. “But right now I need you to own me.”
He pulled back and searched my eyes, my words apparently exactly what he needed to hear. “Fuck me,” he groaned and began to attack my body like a man starved.
“That’s exactly what I was hoping you’d say.”
After I dragged myself away from Harmony and her greedy little pussy, I finally made it to Church and began to hash out with my Brothers the details about what was going on for those who weren’t with me last night.
To say they were livid was an understatement. Brothers by Blood have some serious policies about protecting women and children. They were innocents, who didn’t deserve to get mixed up in messes that their men may have created. Selling woman against their will was a big fuckinghell no. I knew that all my Brothers would have my back when I made sure that Daniel Ashley paid for his part in an enterprise that disgusted and sickened me to my core.
“I talked to a couple guys I know. One of them is actually engaged to this guy’s daughter,” Mix said as the room quietened down from its outrage. I nodded for him to continue. “My man’s name is Link. He runs a PI style business a couple states away, specializes in finding missing people. Found the daughter about three years after her dad sold her. She was living as one of his associate’s house toys. Got her out quick smart.”
“He sold his own fucking daughter,” Rifle exclaimed in utter shock.
“Dude is crazy dipped in deranged,” I groaned.