Dagger: A Devil's Hellions Romance (8 page)

I swung my chair around and looked out the window. Emily was outside and embraced Dagger. “Just leave them on my desk,” I told Moore. They drove off in a old blue Cadillac.

What the hell did I just do? A woman can be blamed for a moment of weakness but that was more than that. I had crossed a forbidden line—sleeping with the enemy. That was a big mistake and I'd only been Sheriff for a short while. What if the station found out or worse...what if they had cameras in my office.
Stupid Melissa White, you're going to get yourself fired.
I looked around at the corners of the ceiling and didn't find anything official. I breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back into my chair.

That was something special with Dagger but it couldn't happen again. But goddamn it was so fucking sexy and orgasmic. My inner thighs were still trembling. I had my fun but now it was time to get back to work. Time to forget about Dagger.

The car window was rolled down and the air smelled fresh on a summer's day. Emily drove me back to the MC with the radio turned off. What a crazy forty-eight hours. My stint in the cell next to Ronnie had felt like a lifetime ago. A smile stretched across my face as I remembered bending Melissa over, her moaning with every thrust, taking her hard and fast. I finally fucked a police officer—and it was the Sheriff. I felt pretty proud of myself.

The image of her bare ass begging for me flashed across my mind. My cock hardened in my pants and I knew I'd need to jerk off when I got back to the clubhouse. That woman was fucking crazy hot with her big tits and tight pussy. But my rule to never fuck the same girl twice was in effect now. Fuck and forget. Melissa White was old news. Time to find my next conquest.

Emily pulled the barely running Cadillac into the parking lot of the clubhouse. Emily put her hand on my arm before I stepped out of the car. “I know this is none of my business but I think that Sheriff has a target on your back. You need to be careful how close you get.”

How could she know?
She probably didn't,
Emily was always looking out for us. Pain was a complete idiot for losing her. “Don't worry, I can handle her.” I said it with confidence but I wasn't even sure myself.

Everyone cheered as Emily and I walked in. I didn't know what the big deal was? I was only gone for two days in a shitty jail. It definitely wasn't prison. The entire MC was there and more. Jimi Hendrix's “Along the Watchtower” was playing through the speakers. A long banner hung across the room that said: Welcome Back. Probably Emily's doing. Big Mike picked me off the ground and swung me around like a rag doll. Slade slapped me on the back and handed me a cold beer.

Breaker embraced me. “Good to have you fucking back, Prez.”

“Glad to be out of that piss-stained cell.”

“Go relax then. We have a couple pieces of ass upstairs waiting for you.” Breaker elbowed me in the side.

My cock burrowing deep into Melissa White was drilled into my head. Why couldn't I get that bitch out of my skull? Maybe fucking something new would reboot my system? “I'll get to the girls but first, you need to bring me up-to-date.”

Breaker and I walked into the meeting room and closed the door which only blocked a portion of the loud party. I sat down at the head of the table and Breaker sat to my right. “Tell me everything I missed.”

“I didn't want to worry you while you were in jail but things aren't going too well. One of our supply houses were hit. One prospect was shot in the leg and another had his hand cut off.”

“Holy fuck. You should have come down to the jail and told me about this. Who were the bastards that did it?” My plan was falling apart right before my eyes. Being the President wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

Breaker grit his teeth. “It was the Mexicans.”

I slammed my fist onto the table and restrained myself. “Aren't the Blacks taking care of them?”

“They're trying but they just don't have the manpower. The Death Merchants have enough guys to fend off the Blacks
and
come after us.”

“Fuck. We need to beef up security at our other supply houses.”

“Already done, Boss. But the Mexicans are fucking vengeful pricks.”

“Well I knew they weren't going to be happy with us killing their leader but I thought the Blacks would take them out or distract them long enough for them to forget about us.”

Breaker folded his hands. “So what's are next move?”

I ran my fingers through my hair. “I'm not sure, Breaker. This isn't working out as I planned it. Maybe we need to get the Sheriff involved.”

“You mean the fucking whore who locked you up in jail?”

My hand flexed into a fist and I had to stop myself from popping Breaker in the jaw. “We give her some solid info about The Death Merchants and put the heat on them. They won't be able to wage war with two MC's and the cops at the same time.”

Breaker cocked his head to the side. “You really think this Sheriff can be trusted? Isn't she still trying to pin the murder of Garcia on you?”

“The Sheriff has nothing on me. She only wants to prevent more killings. If we have the cops
and
the Blacks on our side, the Mexicans will have to leave us alone.”

Breaker looked uneasy. “Sounds like a messy plan, Prez, but I don't have anything better.”

“I'll talk with the Sheriff tomorrow. Convince her that we're the better of two evils.” The thought of seeing Melissa again made my heart jump. How could she affect me like this? Something must really be fucking wrong with me.

I left Breaker in the meeting room and walked through the crowd of people welcoming me back. I went to the guest room upstairs and opened the door to find two naked blondes laying on the bed. Their legs were entangled with each others and they were making out. I watched for a moment as they felt up their big fake tits. My dick was screaming at me to fuck these sluts and cover them with come. Get all that pent-up frustration out.

But I didn't have time for fucking. I had to figure out a new plan to take down the Mexicans with the help of the Sheriff. No matter how much my cock wanted to pound that pussy, there were bigger things to deal with.

“Time to go girls,” I announced, pulling out my Glock and setting it down on the dresser.

The chicks made a sad moan and got up and left. I watched their asses jiggle as they pranced out of the room. I lay on the bed and the perfume from the whores was still fresh on the pillow. My cock was so hard it hurt. Why didn't I just take those chicks? I unzipped my jeans and released my throbbing prisoner. I closed my eyes and stroked my shaft, my thoughts quickly turning to my morning with Melissa. Her nude body bent over the desk, the tightness of her wet pussy as I forced my way inside her...

How could anyone concentrate at work right after having sex? My mind constantly wandered back to my breasts pressed against the desk and Dagger slamming into me. I was so wet the entire day that it made it uncomfortable to hold a conversation. I felt like they
knew
when they made eye contact with me. Like there really was security camera footage of us and everyone had already seen it. I could see the local newspaper headline already: Sheriff Gets Rammed by Outlaw. I ended up leaving an hour early and going home. I couldn't take anymore.

Belle greeted me at the door, purring and rubbing against my leg. “Well hello to you too, kitty. Are you hungry?” Belle strutted over to the kitchen, leading me to cupboard with her cans of wet food. I opened it up and only had one can left. I'd have to swing by the pet store the next morning and pick up another batch.

Belle wouldn't stop sniffing my legs. Her wet nose was cold against my bare skin. She could smell Dagger on me. “Do you like that smell, Belle? Well don't get used to it because he won't be around any longer.” I didn't know if I was saying that aloud to remind that cat or myself. Did I want him to come around? But it could never work out between us. The Sheriff should be fired for dating a criminal—not just any criminal, the leader of a Motorcycle Club. The town would kick me out in a heartbeat.

I pulled the ring on the cat food can and popped it open. Belle meowed loudly, her ears all perked up. “It's coming, girl. Just give me a second.” I plated her food and put it down on the ground. I watched as Belle devoured it, her tongue sending bits of wet food everywhere. I skipped eating today because my head was so clouded with Dagger fucking me.

I opened the fridge and knew before opening it that it was empty. I still hadn't gone grocery shopping even though it was at the top of the priority list. I'd have to go tonight but first I ordered some Chinese takeout. When I gave the guy my address, he recited my order perfectly before I even gave it to him. Either this was a really small town or I needed to stop eating Chinese every night.

I turned on the TV and scanned the channels. I settled on a reality show about surviving on a deserted island, waiting desperately for my food. Belle lay next to me while I scratched her head. How could people eat nasty bugs without throwing up? I was starving right now but not enough to start chowing down on insects. I hoped I'd never end up in a situation like that.

A knock at the door alerted the cat and she was on her hind legs, ready to bolt to a safe spot if she need be. I didn't have much furniture to hide in but Belle found a space in the back of the closet that she liked. “Don't worry, Belle, it's just the delivery guy.”

I unlocked the chain on the door and opened it to find Dagger, standing there with his tattooed arms folded against his chest. Belle fled like a coward and I wanted to go hide with her.
Why was he here?

“How the fuck did you get my address?” Melissa asked me, standing in the doorway, wearing some gray sweatpants and a baggy shirt.
Goddamn she was so fucking hot even when she dressed down.
I had expected a better response than that after our crazy morning we had together.

I smiled and replied, “You have to know now, Sheriff, that I have access to all sorts of information.”

She rolled her eyes at me, not giving up an inch. “I'm sure you have every officer in your pocket. So why the fuck are you here then?”

She wasn't that far off about the officers. We paid a pretty penny to the cops to make sure they would keep off our backs. Of course, that was when Mendoza was Sheriff and played along. Somehow I didn't think Melissa would take a bribe. “I wanted to speak to you about the Mexicans.”

Melissa narrowed her eyes at me. She looked so fuckable when she was angry.“Well you can come to the station tomorrow and we can talk.”

A skinny Asian guy came walking down the hallway with a grocery bag. “Order for Ms. White.”

“Let me go get my purse.” Melissa opened the door all the way and went to the kitchen. The delivery boy walked inside her apartment and I took the opportunity to do the same.

Melissa came back with her wallet and threw me an evil glance. She turned back to the delivery boy. “How much do I owe you?”

I stepped further into her apartment while she paid for the food. The smell of Chinese food filled the room and made my stomach grumble. Her living room was almost completely empty save for a small box TV. I'd seen crack houses that were better furnished.

Melissa closed the door behind the delivery boy and turned towards me. “You know, you got a lot of nerve.”

I ignored her remark. “You would think a Sheriff's salary would afford you some furniture.”

Melissa scoffed and blocked my way from going into the kitchen. “I haven't had time to pick out furniture yet.”

I made a u-turn from the kitchen and walked towards the bedroom. Melissa chased after me but was too late. A lone sleeping bag stood in the middle of the room and a pile of dirty clothes were laying in the corner. “You should at least get a bed. And this place could use some color.”

Melissa weaseled around me and pushed me out of her bedroom, her cheeks all flushed. “Don't go in there.” She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples were poking through the baggy shirt. It took all the willpower in the world to keep myself from grabbing those nice tits.

You're not here for that, Dagger. Focus on the task at hand.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” I chuckled. We walked back into the living room and a red tabby cat came out from the bedroom and began bumping her head against my leg.

“Belle, what are you doing!” Melissa shrieked.

“I think your cat likes me,” I said, crouching down to pet her.

“Usually, Belle doesn't let anyone touch her.”

“Good girl,” I whispered to the cat, rubbing her chin.

“Do you want some Chinese?” Melissa asked, unpacking little takeout boxes from the plastic bag.

I smiled and stood up. “I thought you'd never ask.”

Melissa spooned some fried rice and spicy pork on a plate for me. She dropped a napkin on the floor and bent over to pick it up. I admired her hot ass in those tight sweatpants and her eyes caught me but I didn't care. “I'm sorry, I don't really have a dining table yet or chairs.”

“Don't worry about it. Here's fine.” I sat down in the middle of the living room on the carpet and took a bite of rice. The food instantly settled my stomach down.

Melissa sat across from me and began chowing down. She ate like an animal, shoveling pork into her mouth like she was at a eating competition. Not the most attractive eater. “So what do you have to tell me about the Mexicans?” she asked with her mouthful.

I cleared the food in my throat. “The Mexicans hit one of my supply houses.”

“Good for them,” she replied, smirking and taking another bite.

I sneered at her. “It's in my best interest to get the Mexicans to back down. I don't want to lose half of my MC going to war with them. The Blacks are already bleeding bodies.”

“And what do you want me to do about that?”

The Sheriff already knew where I was heading but she was wanted to play games. She needed this just as much as I did. But she wanted me to beg for her help. “I can give you intel about the Mexicans. Information that will lead to some big busts for you. Get you on the front page of the paper.”

Melissa wiped her mouth with a napkin and set the paper plate on the carpet. “I'm not in this for the fame, Dagger. I just want to keep this town safe.”

I put my food down too. “Then lets help each other.”

Melissa thought about it for a moment. “So you need the cops to put the heat on the Mexicans so they'll be too busy with the Blacks and us to retaliate against you.”

Nothing got past her. It was crazy how she could see the whole picture so easily. “In so many words, yes. But this could be a big win for you. I know locations of weapon stashes, drug labs, and whorehouses.”

Melissa grabbed Belle as she passed by and began petting her. “And you want the police department to do the dirty work for you?”

The cat's eyes closed and she settled in to Melissa's lap. “Who would you rather ally with? Devil's Hellions MC or The Death Merchants.”

“If I had a choice—neither. But if I don't help you, then this 'war' might get out of hand.”

“We're the lesser of two evils, Sheriff.”

Melissa firmed her lips as she contemplated my proposition. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. My cock was hammering in my pants as we argued. I needed to feel that warm pussy again. I never fucked the same girl twice but Melissa was different. She was smarter than all the trailer-trash bitches I'd been with combined. And her body was so fucking hot. Why she had to hide it all under a boring uniform was beyond me.

Melissa could sense the desire in my eyes. My animal instinct took over as I crawled across the carpet towards her. Belle jumped off her lap with a meow and ran to the bedroom. Melissa kept shaking her head as I approached her. “No...Dagger...we can't do this again.”

My lips reached hers and everything fell back into place.