Chapter 16
Priest
Sitting in our private meeting room with the club’s officers, I narrow my eyes on our president as he speaks. “Priest, Swamp, Demon, and Izzy, you’ll be staying behind while we hit this wannabe gang encroaching on Mississippi.”
A bunch of punk-ass fuckers are trying to edge in on our territory and have started slinging drugs around like confetti. We wouldn’t give two fucks if its production hadn’t gone and killed a daycare worker and poisoned the kids in her care. One of those kids also happens to be Easy’s cousin’s child. They were more like brothers growing up, and now the child is in the PICU, and they’re taking it one day at a time.
Meth is not something to fuck around with, especially when cooking it in a daycare basement. We’ve had our eyes on these assholes for a while now, but they just made our club enemy number one, and there’s no chance they’ll survive.
“Priest!” Brute snaps my name, earning my complete attention. “My wife and child are your number one priority. We understood?” I give a clipped nod, pissed at the implication that Logan is meant to be my number two. I get it, I just don’t fucking like it. “Swamp, Easy, one of you have their location?”
“Yeah, I’ve got it,” Swamp grumbles. It’s clear he’s pissed he’s not going. He and Easy are tight and always have each other’s backs.
“Good. Make a plan, get blueprints, and we head out at nightfall.”
As we disband, I hang back and wait on Viking. We’ll break this news to Logan together.
Just then, a particular chime from my phone alerts through the room, halting everyone’s progress. We all know what the sound means. I’ve got an order from Skinny’s Hit Eats. I open the app with a retinal scan to see it’s a quick and easy hit… Until the name and image register. Barking out a clipped rage-filled laugh, I hand the phone to Viking for him to inspect.
Brute looks over our shoulders, and a shocked expression crosses his face before meeting my stare. “Interesting turn of events.” He claps me on the back and walks out with Axl at his side.
“Take it,” Viking says. “Tell him you’ll let him know when it’s finished, and as soon as I’m back from this job, we take this asshole and his fucking kid out.”
After accepting the job, half the payment, and giving instructions on making contact to prove the job is done, apprehension settles in my gut. I don’t fucking like this one bit.
“Club is on lockdown as soon as you guys leave,” I say. Viking agrees, and we exit the private room to find Logan playing with baby Brody while Finleigh eats.
“Starting tonight, the club is on lockdown. You need something outside the gate, do it now and be back before sundown,” Viking commands, startling the girls and prospects.
Logan stands with Brody in her arms, coming directly to us but stopping short because of something she must see on our faces. “Wh-what does that mean?”
“Give the baby back to Fin,” I growl. All I want is to take her to bed and fuck her until Viking leaves. Her confusion is palpable as she does as she’s told. “Good girl.”
Once she’s back within reach, I wrap my fingers around the nape of her neck and guide her upstairs. Her body trembles under my grip, but she doesn’t try to stop Viking or me from taking her to our room. As soon as the door lock clicks shut, she removes her clothes without hesitation.
Dragging off my vest, I slide it onto her body, the buttery soft leather as smooth and sweet as her own flesh. Her eyes widen in shock before a sinful smile spreads across her fuckable lips.
“On the bed, bend over.”
She does as she’s told, and I admire the look of my vest on her, but she needs one that indicates she’s property of both of us. My eyes meet Viking’s, and he nods, reading my mind.
After grabbing one of Logan’s hair things from the dresser, I quickly strip off my clothes before kneeling behind her and wrapping her hair up in a messy knot on top of her head.
“Do you have any idea how addicted I am to touching you?”
Resting her upper body on the bed, arms stretched out to each side, she gives me a coy smile before letting out a low moan.
“About as addicted as I am to tying her up,” Viking chimes in, grinning sadistically as he reaches for her hands to bind her to the top of the bed, which makes Logan shiver under my touch.
Stroking my dick behind her, I trace her opening with the thick head before pushing in slightly. “Fuckkk, she’s slick, tight as a vice, and ready as a whore to take dick.” My comment earns me a glare, which gets her a swat across the ass. “Sprite, the only time you’re a whore is for us. Anyone ever thinks they can touch you is losing their fucking heads.”
“Promise?” She’s breathless but pushes back against me.
“Seems someone likes that we have a violent streak, especially when it comes to her.” Leaning over her back, I slam my hips forward, burying my cock to the hilt and making her scream. She still needs to grow used to our size, our appetites, and the veracity of our desire for her and the sounds she makes when she comes apart in our arms.
Viking leans over the side of the bed, pressing his mouth to hers as my hips pull back and slam forward repeatedly. “Scream, hellcat, let everyone hear how well you’re getting fucked and know who you belong to.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she hesitates until Viking pulls it free, and I let go of my instinct not to hurt her and start pounding in and out of her tight sheath. Her walls ripple around my cock and clench me like a vice.
