A Very Christopher Christmas (A Death Dwellers MC Novella) (23 page)

Not that it fucking mattered. Christopher was enjoying the images playing in his head to the sound of her voice. He squeezed and pulled his dick.
 

“As I start to fondle your
nuts
, I’ll lick the underside of your cock until I get to the head.”
 

Closing his eyes at the pleasure racing through him, Christopher grunted, close to coming. “Then what the fuck you do, baby?”
 

“Lick the semen seeping from the tip and then wrap my lips around the crown and suck you until you come.”
 

He groaned at the thought, wishing she was in bed with him, needing to have her small hand around his cock helping to jerk him off.
 

“I want you to fuck my mouth, Christopher,” she breathed, her explicitness shocking the fuck out of him and drawing his cum from the bottom of his balls and shooting into the air, landing on his hand and his stomach.
 

“Wicked little bitch,” he murmured.
 

“Big bad biker,” she retorted, giggling.
 

Sitting up, he trapped the phone between his shoulder and cheek, then wiped the cum from his hand and stomach with the top sheet.
 

“Rest, baby.”
 

“You, too, Christopher.”
 

They hung up and Christopher realized it was the first time in a while that neither of them had professed their love for one another while he was away. Yeah, they said it every-fucking-day, but most especially when he was on runs.
 

He poised his finger to call her back, but a noise interrupted him. Jumping out of bed, he hurried to where his jeans lay over the back of a chair and pulled them on, ignoring his nine on the nightstand. He hoped like fuck it was Digger returning and not Kendall trying to talk to him.
 

His door burst open and three strange motherfuckers rushed him. One of them aimed a sawed-off shotgun at his head.
 

“You’re walking out of here like nothing’s wrong. Any funny business and you’re a dead man.”
 

Without his nine and with the element of surprise on their side, Christopher had no choice but to comply.
 

 

“Kiss my motherfuckin’ ass.”
 

Those words, followed by sounds of a scuffle, awakened Kendall from a light sleep. She’d been dreaming of Johnnie and their children. Matilda was already born and Kendall was pregnant with their third child, twins like Meggie had. And just like Meggie, Kendall was having a boy and a girl. They’d have regal names—Leopold and Eleanor, unlike Rule and Rebel. Johnnie had been the club president and he’d forced Outlaw out in disgrace.
 

“Fuck you!” Outlaw’s voice traveled through Kendall’s door and she realized it was that horrid sound that had awakened her in the first place.
 

“If you don’t start fucking walking, I’m going to fucking shoot and don’t give a fuck where it land. Your head. Your heart. Your legs. Maybe, all of the above.”
 

An unknown man snarled those words.
 

Shrinking beneath the covers, Kendall trembled. They were under attack. Dear God, of all the scenarios she’d anticipated, she never considered the danger.
 

“You’re stalling. Who else’s is here in this suite?”
 

“Get him to the van while I help to search the place,” another, equally unknown man ordered.
 

By the authority in his words, Kendall knew he was the leader.
 

“Maybe, we should just shoot him and then search the place.”
 

“That’s not the orders, Frank,” the second man Kendall had heard barked. “Kill him only if he don’t cooperate. Otherwise, we take him alive.”
 

“You disappoint me, Caldwell,” Frank taunted. “No fighting your way through. So much for the legendary madman.”
 

A snort. The asshole actually snorted.
 

Fucking coward.
 

“I might be a motherfuckin’ madman, but I ain’t a stupid one. What the fuck can I do with a fuckin’ sawed off pointed the fuck at me? Put that motherfucker down and see how fuckin’ mad my ass be.”
 

“No. Rush me now. Ignore the shotgun. Come at me, you fucking pussy.”
 

“Fuck you. It ain’t workin’. So you either take my ass, search this motherfucker, or stand here all fuckin’ night wastin’ your fuckin’ breath. Difference between you and me, I ain’t wastin’ my fuckin’ breath tauntin’ no motherfucker who got a fuckin’ brain. I intend to stay the fuck alive to fuck you up, so say what the fuck you wanna ‘bout me.”
 

“We’ll see how tough you are when Charles gets you.”
 

“Get him out of here. We need to get a move on.”
 

“Walk.”
 

“What the fuck ever, assfuck,” Outlaw said, his voice fading from right beyond the door.
 

He was going to leave her to defend herself. The asshole knew she was in this room, but he probably saw this as the answer to his prayers. Her murder without actually committing it. Who knew? Maybe, this was some elaborate scheme
to
kill her, so he could look Johnnie in the eyes and say he hadn’t killed Kendall himself.
 

“Get his phone,” the leader called. “For when we have his wife’s little present, we can text her.”
 

Kendall missed Outlaw’s response as the doorknob rattled.
 

“You been watching my ass, you gotta fuckin’ know who the fuck with me,” Outlaw sneered. He was big on bravado, but zero at action. If it was otherwise, they wouldn’t be opening the door to her room while he interrupted with his stupid statements.
 

“McCallister let us in on the details right before we slit his throat. You, your road captain, and your sergeant-at-arms were making the delivery.”
 

“You put the arms dealer to ground, huh?” Outlaw asked as if he were discussing the freezing temperatures outside.
 

“He served his purpose.”
 

“Getting me the fuck here, yeah?”
 

“Getting you to London had been the goal. Away from any help. We regrouped. Now, we want the money you were refunding McCallister and the key to where they guns are stored.”
 

“What fuckin’ money? Ain’t promised that motherfucker fuck-all.”
 

“The extra dollars were for out of the country travel. He said you agreed to return some of the money and had it with you.”
 

“He fuckin’ lied to save his own motherfuckin’ ass, so what the fuck now?”
 

Instead of answering, they sniggered, horrible, vile men that they were.
 

“Well, my ass here. You can waste fuckin’ time searchin’ this motherfucker and givin’ my boys the fuckin’ chance to fuck you up, or you can get me the fuck away while you still fuckin’ can. Your fuckin’ choice. Cuz you gotta know if Val and Digger was here, you fuckin’ two would be fuckin’ fucked the fuck up.”
 

“He’s right, Tobias,” Frank agreed.
 

“You’re cooperating, Caldwell?” Tobias asked, sounding annoyed and disgusted.
 

“I intend to fuck you up and get the fuck away, so, fuck yeah, I’m cooperatin’.”
 

“Dream on, dead man.”
 

“Then one dead motherfucker talkin’ to another, cuz I’m tellin’ you,
Tobias
, you fucked. I promised my girl no fuckin’ bullshit and bloodshed and you motherfuckers just made me fuckin’ lie to her.”
 

“We’ll comfort her after we deliver your carved up body right to her doorstep,” Frank told him.
 

“I could use a little female companionship. You should’ve brought the missus. I would’ve enjoyed comforting her.”
 

“You tryna make your death as gruesome as possible. Fuckin’ fine with me.”
 

“I’m sorry she’s not here. It would’ve been a highlight, making you watch us fuck her.”
 

“Hey, Tobias, maybe, he has a sidepiece we can do while he watch. Or any bitch connected to the Dwellers. We should snatch one from the local chapter.”
 

“There’s a bitch named Kendall, I’d fuckin’ pay you to kill.”
 

Kendall gasped at those words and tears rushed to her eyes.
 

“Local bitch?” Tobias asked, and Kendall could only be happy they didn’t know about her. Outlaw was mean and hateful. If he wasn’t so concerned about saving Megan, he’d probably point Kendall’s location out.
 

“Nope. John Boy bitch. You know him, yeah? Motherfucker get off on the scent of blood after a kill. Take fuckin’ blood lust to a new fuckin’ level. She nice and safe with him and you fuckin’ lucky. Cuz if you touch that bitch, John Boy would fuckin’ get a filet knife and scalp, then skin you while you was still alive.”
 

“Fucking liar,” Kendall spat and snapped her mouth shut when the place went deathly silent.
 

“You heard something?”
 

“No,” Tobias answered Frank as Outlaw said in bored tones, “you hearin’ the fuckin’ bogey man or some shit?”
 

“I tore his fucking room up,” a third voice suddenly puffed out. “Money not there.”
 

“Can’t fuckin’ find shit I didn’t fuckin’ bring,” Outlaw pointed out, so polite it bordered on sarcasm. “Lemme tell you you probably got five, ten minutes tops, before one of my boys get back.”
 

“Two of you, three of us,” Frank pointed out.
 

“Shut the fuck up,” Tobias commanded. “Get him out of here because he’s right.”
 

“One wrong move and I shoot,” Frank warned.
 

Outlaw didn’t answer and, a moment later, Kendall heard the snick of the entry door closing. She waited for a few minutes before she got out of bed and tiptoed into the next room.
 

When she went to Outlaw’s room, she found it in shambles with the pillows and mattress cut open. Curtains torn from the windows. Cabinet and closet doors flung open. The contents of his duffel bag was strewn everywhere and the receiver of the phone was off the hook.
 

The seriousness of the situation hit home for Kendall as she took in the mess. It could’ve just as easily been Outlaw’s body.
 

It
still
might be the way his body ended up. From the sound of it, those men intended to kill him.
 

Before she decided if that was good or bad, Digger stormed in.
 

“What the fuck happened here? Where’s Outlaw?”
 

“Oh my God!” she screeched, turning and running to him. She flung her arms around his neck and sobbed. “They took Outlaw and almost took me! If I hadn’t been quiet, they would have.”
 

He certainly hadn’t went out of his way to save her.
 

“Fuck.” Disentangling her hands from around him, Digger drew his weapon, then guided her to the living room. “How long ago?”
 

“About twenty minutes,” she sobbed.
 

He pressed his cell phone into her hand. “Call Johnnie and stay put,” he ordered, rushing out the door and leaving Kendall, once more, to fend for herself.
 

 

Christopher had been gone an entire week.
 

In that time, he’d called Meggie the day he’d arrived and she hadn’t heard from him since, after promising he’d call the next day. No matter how many times she called and texted his cell phone, he didn’t answer. Whenever she called his hotel room, Digger answered and claimed he was in a meeting.
 

Knowing deep down that Christopher was in trouble, she approached Johnnie. As if he hadn’t been suspended, he came and went at the club, which just raised her suspicions even more. If Christopher were fine, Johnnie would adhere to his suspension.