AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories) (166 page)

Chapter 15: Sabre

Gonzo had come up with one hell of a plan, and I was eager to carry it out. Although it took a little bit more time to develop than I would have liked, I made sacrifices, because it was the very best way to go about weakening the Knights of the Road.

The plan started off in a similar way to what we typically did with our allies. In fact, we brought them in for certain parts of it, but kept them more or less in the background and mostly in the dark about what we were doing. In order for the plan to work, it had to be obvious to the KOTR that the Lost Disciples were the ones who were making a move on their territory.

The first phase was to begin forcing our operations into known KOTR or KOTR-allied territories. We didn’t do it gently or subtly. It was a bold and concentrated push. That push did two things. It pissed off the KOTR and forced them to do something about it, and it helped us recoup some of the cash that we had been losing over the last several months.

We were getting some pretty good intel from allies, but in the process of developing those sources, I got an even better gift, wrapped up neatly and better than Christmas. One of my trusted allies brought him into the LD fold. Though I had to be wary of him and test him, he was exactly what I was looking for in order to infiltrate and begin to divide the Silent Brotherhood. Initially, however, my only goal was to use him as another source of intel concerning the KOTR. As the second phase began, he was a valuable asset.

The second phase was to slowly start taking out KOTR members and making it very obvious that it was the Lost Disciples doing it. Our new SB friend had worked with the KOTR, sort of as a liaison between them and the Silent Brotherhood, so he knew who and where to pick them off. He also knew that we had caused one hell of a stir among them. His final test was to let us know when we could set the trap that would take them out.

Phase two also served another purpose. It helped support Al Gentry’s claim that the killings that had been going on were part of a dispute between bikers, and he was able to keep the investigation local instead of it getting into the hands of the FBI as a serial. It was dangerously close to happening anyway. Al told me about another hit that was similar to the one on Clap that had taken place in a suburb of Burbank.

I was pretty sure that when phase three hit, there wouldn’t be any more talk about a serial killer.

“Tommy is here,” Gonzo announced as he came into the kitchen.

Behind Gonzo was a tall, thick biker with the sort of face that reminded you of Dolph Lundgren. He nodded and grunted a greeting.

“So, Tommy,” I began, waving for him to take a seat at the kitchen table. I nodded toward the refrigerator and Gonzo jumped to get us a couple of beers. “What do you have for me?”

“You’ve stirred the hornet’s nest, just like you wanted to,” he replied. “They know that it’s you and they are getting ready for a war. They have even asked me to bring in the SB against you.”

“Hmmm,” I mused. “I hope you aren’t seriously considering that option, given our arrangement.”

“I have to run it by the SB leadership, but I’ll downplay it,” he responded. “They’d never get into that anyway. There’s nothing to be gained and plenty to lose.”

“For your sake,” I growled, leveling a steady gaze at him, “I hope we don’t see any SB anywhere near our operations.”

He met my challenge with a gaze of his own. For several seconds, he looked like he was seriously considering killing me. I gathered from that glare that he didn’t like being challenged. “There won’t be any SB.”

“Okay, so what is their plan?”

“Their plan is to hit your operation in the Hunt’s District.”

I nodded to Gonzo. “Let’s get set up for phase three, then.” I turned to Tommy. “When?”

“Tonight,” he replied.

“Jesus, Tommy, a little advanced notice would have been nice.”

“Best I could do,” he responded.

I nodded to Gonzo. “Make it happen.”

The Hunt’s District was an industrial area that got its name when the Hunt’s Corporation moved in and set up a major canning and distribution center several decades before. Other industries moved into the area, but since Hunt’s had always been the major player, it was still called the Hunt’s District.

Our operations in the Hunt’s District was a major portion of our own canning and distribution, only we didn’t use cans to package our product and it wasn’t tomato paste. It was well fortified on a regular basis and also fronted as a legitimate importing and exporting business. Unless someone dug deep and knew what they were looking for, they wouldn’t know that anything illegal was going on inside that warehouse.

The fact that KOTR knew about it was due to intel that we leaked, especially for KOTR ears. It was part of the trap that we had intended to set from the beginning, and Tommy had been very useful in helping to bring that off as well.

I was pretty sure that they had placed people in various locations to watch the place, so we had trickled our own assets into the place little by little over the previous several days in anticipation of springing our trap. We sent in some major reinforcements via a couple of shipping containers once we knew when the hit was going down.

The exterior of the building looked exactly as it always did when Gonzo and I arrived on our bikes, making it look like we were there on a routine visit. My hope was that, with the pot sweetened by my presence, the KOTR would rush into their attack, hoping to get a shot at me. Making them rush into an operation that we were prepared to defend against shifted all advantage to my side. Don’t get me wrong, I can handle standing toe to toe and slugging it out, but I preferred to have all of the advantages over my opponent going in.

It had all been set up perfectly on my end and due to Tommy’s help. We set the trap and sprang it. The KOTR didn’t have a clue what they had walked into and most of them never had a chance to start putting things together. Those who realized that they’d been led into a trap figured it out too late and were cut down along with the rest. The moment the gunfire died out, Gonzo, myself and the majority of our assets were on our way out and the typical warehouse security force was all that remained when the police showed up.

“What the hell happened here?” Al Gentry asked, pulling me aside some hours later when I showed up acting like I was shocked to discover that my warehouse had been hit. “There’s dead bikers all over the place in there.”

“Seriously?” I asked. “Were any of my boys hit?”

“Just a couple, but they seem to be alright,” he responded. “You gotta be straight with me, Sabre,” he said in a low tone. “I know you were packaging and distributing out of here. What are we going to find?”

“Nothing,” I replied, matching his tone. “We moved everything out of here weeks ago.”

“So you knew this was coming?” he asked.

I winked at him and started to stroll through the warehouse which, by that time, was crawling with cops.

Chapter 16: Kelly

After the fight with Shovelhead and the things that he had revealed, I had to come clean with Anthony about the fact that I had been the bitch of a rival club, and not just any rival club, but
the
rival club of the Silent Brotherhood. It had been a pretty uncomfortable moment for me, and it had led to several days of not seeing each other. For the most part, I was pretty sure that he never wanted anything to do with me again. It wasn’t until he showed up at Le Paris for dinner one evening, tipped me another hundred dollar bill and said “Come see me,” that I knew I’d been forgiven.

When Anthony forgave, he forgave very, very well, and it felt very, very nice. In fact, the combination of his two fingers and his tongue were making me wonder if I was one of those girls who just might become a squirter. He hadn’t said a word to me since I walked through the door of his house, not even a “hello.” He had just started off kissing me and undressing me right in the front hallway.

Totally naked, he had teased my nipples with his tongue and had me purring in less than a minute. With a nipple in his mouth, he had scooped my ass up into his strong hands, carried me into the dining room and laid me out on the table before digging in. With my knees over his shoulders, he started in with his forgiveness, and I was in a whole new world of ecstasy that I didn’t know was possible.

When he had brought me to a climax several times, I pushed him back into one of the chairs and began to work out an apology. Though inside I was wanting to set the wild animal free, I slowed my pace and concentrated on working his cock with my pussy.

I pushed my hips down into him forcefully, but gripped his erection and rose up slowly, concentrating on squeezing every inch of him as I did so. Once I reached his swollen head, I shoved my hips down hard again. My intense concentration and the feel of him brought me to orgasm a couple more times, and I was very close to bringing him to one as well when he wrapped an arm around my waist, stood and carried me to the middle of the living room.

I was expecting for him to put me on the couch, but that wasn’t his plan. He just wanted some extra space to spread his legs and balance himself while I continued to ride him. I knew, mostly from what I’d heard, not from experience, that for a guy to be able to do that, he had to be extremely strong and extremely well balanced. We took turns hammering away at each other before he finally pushed me into a recliner and worked himself up to his big finish.

Like I was little more than a bag of groceries, he carried me to the couch and laid me down on the soft leather. We were both gasping and trying to catch our breath, and I was looking forward to feeling him lie down beside me.

“You want a drink?” he asked, abandoning me on the couch and turning toward the kitchen.

“I could go for one,” I replied. I was beginning to wonder if he’d just gotten horny during our separation and wasn’t really forgiving me. It was sort of unusual for him to not stay with me and cuddle afterward.

I watched his tight ass retreating toward the kitchen and couldn’t resist. If he wasn’t going to cuddle, then neither was I. I followed right along behind him. When I arrived in the doorway between the kitchen and dining room, he was leaning over to reach a couple of bottles of beer on a lower shelf. I moved up quietly. When he turned around, I reached for his cock, started stroking it and then sank to my knees in front of him.

Any woman who really knows anything about sex knows that the greatest thrill in the world is to start sucking on a limp dick and then feel it begin to grow in your mouth. That’s exactly what I did with Anthony. It was rather comical at first, because he just stood there and closed his eyes, still holding the two bottles of beer. As things got a little bit more serious on my end, however, he sat the bottles on the counter and lifted me up onto the counter right next to them.

Feeling those ice-cold beer bottles against my back and bare ass gave me another idea. I took one in each hand and started rubbing them on my tits as he started to hammer into me. God, it felt so good. My nipples were like stones, nearly as hard as he was, and standing out more than a half inch. The orgasm I had from that sweet little combination rolled my eyes back in my head, and I was pretty sure that I was going to pass out.

The second time around with Anthony, to my surprise, didn’t last as long as it usually did. Having already blown his load once, it usually took him a lot longer to build up to an explosion the second time, but he didn’t have any problem getting there in near record time that night. I wasn’t sure if it was the thrill of doing it in the kitchen or if he had just missed me really bad. Anyway, he finished me on the kitchen counter, helped me down, took the beers from me and started toward the bedroom.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s talk.”

By the time we reached the bedroom, I could no longer hold back the giggle that had been building up inside of me since we’d left the kitchen, and it burst out of me.

“What’s your problem?” He gave me that half-crooked smile along with a raised eyebrow.

“You’ve sure got your priorities right.”

I could tell that he didn’t understand what I was referring to, so I filled him in. “Action before words,” I grinned.

“Oh, that,” he chuckled. “What can I say? I missed you.”

“I could tell,” I said, plopping down onto the bed and scooting up toward the headboard where we could prop ourselves up with the pillows and drink our beers. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“I wanted to let you know that I trust you,” he replied. “I had to think it through a little bit and think about whether or not you were legit or a plant. That sort of thing happens, you know?”

“I’m legit,” I replied. “I got away from Viktor because I realized that I was headed down the wrong path with him. I don’t know, I sort of came to my senses. I don’t really want that sort of life anymore.”

“What you’re doing with your life is sort of what convinced me. It all checked out.”

“You checked up on me?” I wasn’t sure if I like that idea or not.

“Put yourself in my position. If you were a plant…” He didn’t finish the statement.

He was right, if I was a plant, then not checking up on me would have been irresponsible. It would have put all of the Silent Brotherhood in danger. Being the responsible guy that he was, I really couldn’t expect him to do less. “If I’d been a plant, you’d have to take me out, right?” I laughed.

He didn’t laugh. That was the first time that I began to wonder a little bit about him. He turned quiet suddenly, and then started to speak. “There’s something about me that I really should tell—” His phone rang, interrupting whatever it was that he was about to tell me.