“No, we don’t,” Viper says, his voice is pained as he’s still faded from the shooting.
“Boy, you were shot. Do you forget that?” Abe, his father, says to his only son and enforcer of this club.
“No, old man, that bullet was meant for you and I took it.” Viper’s tone falls soft, his eyes turning toward his father. “That bullet for some reason was meant for you and regardless of the fact that you’re my father, I would have jumped in front of that bullet for anyone. Now we look back to the gun deal that was a set up to the shoot up of the safe house to all the fucking shit that has hit us over the last 18 months, and we track it all back. We have a mole a rat a fucking snitch that is giving up intel on us for whatever reason. That is the thing we need to figure out, sit on retaliation for now and watch. Give out details on things that we aren’t even doing, set ups so we can watch and gather, sit and listen. Soon they will question their sources credibility and it will make them weak. They will start to fade, fall, look within their ranks and attack each other as the stress alone will cause them to act differently.” Viper runs his hand through his hair flinching as the pain of that small movement hurts his weakened body.
“I think Viper’s right and I also think it’s due time we listen to him.” I say to the room leaning back in my chair lighting a cigarette. The eyes of the Pres and VP stare at me, daggers slicing through me.
“Time of the old is coming to an end. It’s time for the younger and fresher,” Saint says. His body rises. “I’ve had enough of the disfunction that is happening for months now. It’s your old way where Viper has come to you with so many other ways. That gun run for example that was stupid. We are better than that. You know it, I know it.” Taking the last swig of his whisky “I’ll be in my room.” He says walking from the table toward the door.
“Church isn’t over.” Ace yells at his back
“For me, Prez., it is,” Saint says. Pushing the door open we watch him go and the room is thick with shock and disbelief.
“We are falling apart, can’t you see,” Viper says to his father and his best friend.
“Change needs to come and fast.” His eyes fall to mine “Cap, Flame can you help me up.” Nodding at him Flame and I rise, helping our brother from the room to the lounge that is shared by us all. We have a bed set up for him in there. Laying him down Senna is fast at his side with a drink, pills and food.
“Thanks, babe,” he says to her winking. She smiles, it reaches her eyes. Her cheeks flush a sweet red, the same as her sisters when I look at her like I wanna devour her body.
“So, brother, what is the plan?” he downs the pills flinching yet again.
“You’re in a bad way still.” Looking over at him.
“Nothing time won’t fix, brother, all is fine.” Nodding at him Flame sits down flicking his ankle over his knee, arm behind me on the back of the couch.
“So, when do I get to light the bitch up.” Our bother says flicking his Zippo over the destressed Demin of his jeans.
“In time, brother, in time,” Viper says laying back closing his eyes.
“I can’t fucking believe that they think they can play us for fools.” My tone is sharp I am far past the point of reason now.
“They will pay. All of them, but we have to be smart about it. We can’t rush. Fools they think we are, so outsmarting them is the way to go. We will burn their kingdom around them and take all they have from them. Making them watch it will hurt, it will be a painful reminder and shit it will be explosive and fucking beautiful.” He runs his hand over his face.
“We will let you rest, brother, and I will do some more digging.” Raising from the couch Flame and I walk from the room as Senna walks in past us.
“Thank you.” She says,
“Get him better, doll, we need him.” Winking at her my hand on her shoulder she smiles at me
“I’ll do the best I can.” Her voice soft low and sweet. I watch as she climbs into the bed with him wrapping her hands around his body pulling him close, she will heal that biker from the inside out. She’s good for his mind and soul.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Saylor
I’m lying in bed when Asher makes his way into the room, his exhaustion evident on his gorgeous face. Shutting the door behind him, he takes off his cut placing it on the hook on the closet door. His shirt, pants, boots and socks quickly follow. I take those few minutes to appreciate his sexy body. His defined abs and pecs the ink that covers his body and his hard cock encased in his boxer briefs.
He makes his way over to me, “Hey, baby.” He leans down placing a chaste kiss to my lips before going into the bathroom. From my location I can’t see into the bathroom. I hear the shower come on and quickly decide that I need to take care of my man. Striping out of my clothes I pad quietly naked toward the shower. Pulling the door open, Asher is standing under the water, leaning against the shower wall. I move in behind him wrapping my arms around his waist. I place a soft kiss to the middle of his back, and he places his hand on my arm giving me a gently squeeze.
I move back from him grabbing his body wash, squirting a small amount in my hands. I work it into a lather and begin washing him. With all the shit that has been going down, this is my way of helping, taking care of him. I continue washing him paying special attention to his now hard cock.
I slowly stroke him with one hand while I massage his balls with the other. He emits a low growl and I smile. Yep, I know how to get my man’s motor running. I continue to stroke him until he grabs my wrists pulling my hands away.
“The only place I’m coming is in your pussy, baby,” he says before moving under the water to rinse the soap off of his hard body. Once he’s done, he turns the water off and steps out of the shower. Grabbing a towel, he pulls me out and proceeds to dry me off before himself. After throwing the towel on the floor, he picks me up carrying me to the bed where he proceeds on ravaging me for hours.
“How was your night?” Senna asks with a knowing smirk on her face. I have no doubt she and Viper heard all the screaming I was doing thanks to Asher’s hard cock and talented mouth.
“Better than yours!”
