Devil's Angels Boxed Set: Bikers and Alpha Bad Boy Erotic Romance (14 page)

Pax tore the sheet from the pad and said, “I don’t think I need to write this down. I assume everything in here is being fully recorded.” He pointed up at the three cameras mounted on the walls around them. “I am now the permanent leader of the Camden Knights. Theo Johnson is, as far as I know, still the permanent leader of the Hell’s Marauders, and his brother, Carlos, is still head of Los Lobos.”

He folded his hands on the table in front of him and asked, “Is that all you wanted?”

“That’s all I needed,” the captain said curtly and turned and left the room.

“Am I free to go?” Pax asked.

“Yes, you are free to go.”

As Pax stood up, the detective added softly, “Just so we understand each other, I could have ordered my men to execute the search warrants. I decided that it wasn’t worth the potential bloodshed.”

“And just so we understand each other,” answered Pax. “I could have ordered the marksmen to fire. But I decided that involving the police in gang matters wasn’t the smart thing to do. Not everyone thinks that way, not even big bosses from south of the border.”

Their gaze met for a moment and Pax could see Detective Richardson’s eyes open slightly as what Pax had just told him registered in his mind. “Your girlfriend is waiting for you,” he said. “She rode your bike down here to the station. That’s a lot of bike for a little girl like that.”

“That’s a lot of girl,” Pax replied. Then his voice became like steel. “Have the captain tell his supervisor that the little girl is off-limits. If anything happens to her, I stop being a peaceful man.”

Again the detective’s eyes widened slightly as he understood the import of Pax’s message. “I’ll tell him,” he answered, and then he turned and left the room.

CHAPTER TEN

Sammie was waiting for Pax as he stepped out of the police station into the early afternoon sun. “Are we going home now?” she asked.

“No,” Pax replied. “I have some serious thinking to do and I want to be alone with you for a while.”

He took his phone out of his pocket and made a quick call to Short John. “Everything is cool,” he said. “No charges, no hassle. They just wanted to know who was leading the Knights these days. I’m going to go up into the mountains for a while to think. I’ll be back at the clubhouse before dark. ... No, you don’t need to join me. Sammie and I need to talk and I want to be alone with her for awhile. ... Yeah, that’s where I’m going. If I don’t come back on time, start with the fire trail by Squaw Tit Peak we were on the other day.”

Pax kissed Sammie lightly on the lips and said, “Let’s go. I have something I want to show you.”

Twenty minutes later they were standing in a large grassy area looking across a shallow valley at the bare rocks of the teat-shaped mountain peak. Pax unfolded a blanket from his saddlebags and they sat down together.

“You know they don’t call it that anymore?” Sammie said.

“What?” answered Pax.

“Squaw Tit Peak. They renamed it Piestewa Peak in honor of the first Native-American woman to be killed in combat. The old-time locals never really liked the name and would have preferred to go back to the old Spanish or Indian name, but Piestewa is acceptable.”

“So you are telling me not to call it Squaw Tit?” Pax responded.

“Not unless you want to upset most of the women of the area, and all of the local women with old-line, mixed Hispanic ancestry.” She smiled, “... like me.”

He grinned. “Piestewa it is.”

He leaned over to give her a light kiss on her cheek, but she turned her head so that their lips met. She pushed her face against his, her tongue sliding out to slip between his lips. His mind told him to push her away and say,
No, we need to talk,
but his body acted on its own and his arms pulled her closer against himself.

Sammie was still wearing what she had hurriedly thrown on that morning when they had rushed downstairs to quell Keith’s attempt at insurrection—a light peasant blouse and jeans with nothing beneath them. In her hurry to get downtown to Pax, she hadn’t even changed out of her sandals before roaring off on his bike.

Pax’s hand slid up under her blouse and found her breasts swollen from excitement and need. Her nipples poked at the soft fabric. She moaned as his hands stroked her breasts and the movement of his hands caused the fabric to slide across her engorged nipples.

“We need to talk,” Pax gasped out.

“Talk later,” Sammie replied and covered his mouth with her own, pushing him backward onto the blanket and lying across his chest. Pax’s hands moved to her back beneath the blouse and began stroking her firmly, sliding from the top of her shoulders to where her jeans hung at the beginning of the curve of her ass. Pax slid the jeans down Sammie’s legs and reached up with his foot to push them clear of her feet. His hands now roamed from her shoulders to the fullness of her ass cheeks.

Sammie pushed herself against Pax’s hip, grinding against him as he kneaded her buttocks. His hands moved upward taking the peasant blouse with it. She arched her back and raised her arms so that he could slide the flimsy garment from her body.

Sammie could feel the slightly cool mountain breeze across her skin. She knew that if there were hikers up on Piestewa Peak she could be seen, but rather than inhibiting her, it excited her further.

It felt so primal to be naked outdoors and even more so to be naked while Pax was still fully clothed. It was almost as if she were a dancer seducing the chief in front of the whole tribe gathered in front of the evening fire. But it was day, she wasn’t dancing, and they were in the middle of a state park.

She opened Pax’s shirt. The buttons were held taut by her weight against his chest and her fingers fumbled to release them. Pax rolled her over onto her back and raised himself slightly above her. The buttons came undone and the shirt soon hung free from his muscular chest. She pushed it over his shoulders and he completed the task of sliding it from his body.

Sammie opened Pax’s belt and then the fly of his jeans. He stood for just a moment to slide the jeans from his legs. Like Sammie, he had not had time to bother with underwear that morning. Sammie thought to herself,
When did he take off his boots?
as he lowered himself back to the blanket.

There was a tremendous need in both of them, but it was a need that drove them in two opposite directions at the same time. Part of that need said, “Bring yourself totally together, now!” And part of that need said, “Make this last as long as possible. This could be your last time together.”

The result was that both Pax and Sammie rapidly drove each other to the heights of passion, but both held back completing the act until neither could continue to restrain themselves. When that final moment arrived, Pax suddenly drove himself into Sammie as she thrust upward against him. She immediately began a loud keening wail which could probably be heard throughout the valley. Pax pumped only a few times and then fell heavily across her body. Both clutched each other tightly to themselves.

After several minutes, their breathing began to return to normal and Pax moved off of Sammie to lie beside her on the blanket.

“Do you think anyone heard me?” she asked.

“In the park or in town?” Pax asked back.

Sammie blushed. The redness deepened the color of her light brown skin.

Pax fingered a thread of her hair and kissed her softly. “You’re beautiful when you blush. Has anyone ever told you that?.

“And did you know that you are very handsome when you say stupid things like that?” she answered.

“I’m a Knight. Aren’t knights supposed to be handsome and say stupid things like that?” They both laughed. Then the laughter died on Pax’s face and his voice became serious. “What I brought you up here for... I mean, the primary reason we came up here was so we could talk with absolutely no one else around. Right now, I am not totally sure who I can trust and who I can’t.”

Sammie looked at him with many questions in her eyes. He explained, “That fiasco this morning with the police was orchestrated by El Jefe to show me that he could use the police to destroy me at any time. But I think there’s more to it than that. El Jefe thought Keith might have been successful in taking the Knights from me and through Captain Monroe, made it clear to me that he felt that the Knights would be too much of a danger to his operations under Keith’s leadership.”

Pax reached over to his shirt and pulled a folded piece of yellow paper from the pocket. He showed it to Sammie and said, “El Jefe also gave me a message. Keith was the one behind whatever it was that got Long John killed. And he warned me that Keith would try to eliminate me. Keith has a lot of possible support within the Knights. It could be very dangerous for you to move in with me. Do you still want to do it?”

Sammie pulled Pax over and gave him a strong kiss directly on his lips. “I love you,” she said firmly. “I want to live with you, and if necessary I am willing to die with you.”

“Let’s hope it never comes to that,” answered Pax. Then he slipped his shirt over his shoulders and reached for his jeans. As he picked up the jeans, the phone in his pocket began ringing. There were already two missed calls. He answered the phone…

… and the voice of Short John burst forth from the speaker, “Jesus! Pax! Am I glad to hear your voice.”

“What’s up?”

“Double D’s police scanners picked up a report that a body in a Camden Knights jacket was found next to the highway. It was right were Long John went off into the trees. There was half of a Lobos vest thrown on top of the body. Looks like a retaliation hit from the Lobos. The other half of the vest was buried with whoever it was the Lobos lost.”

“Where’s Keith?” Pax asked.

There was a long pause and finally, Short John’s voice came shaking through the speaker. “Keith is the body. At least that’s what the scanners say. Looks like we are at war with the Lobos.”

“Don’t do anything, and I mean
anything
, until I get there.” Pax said loudly into the phone. “And make sure that everyone knows
no action
. No retaliation, no provocation, nothing. This may be a setup. Make sure that we don’t do anything stupid. I’ll be there in about a half hour.”

“Does this mean war?” asked Sammie. The fear and concern was evident on her face.

“Not if I can stop it,” answered Pax grimly. “Not if I can stop it.” He paused and blew out a deep breath. “Let’s get back.”

***

When they rode into the parking lot of the clubhouse, most of the Knights had already gathered. There were several angry shouts of “What are we going to do to those bastards?” as Pax walked into the club.

Other angry shouts filled the air. Several of the Knights were holding automatic weapons. Pax raised his hands into the air and signaled for silence. “First,” he said, “we have to make sure which bastards actually did this, and why. Then we plan things very carefully and make sure that whatever we do doesn’t get us all killed for nothing.”

The murmuring of the crowd was suddenly silenced as Double D shouted from his corner. “Marauder coming in loud and fast. He’s alone.”

Everyone except Double D rushed out onto the parking lot. The roar of a motorcycle could be heard clearly reverberating through the air. It was definitely a hog, but it sounded like the mufflers had been totally removed for some reason. Whoever it was roared into the parking lot without slowing and then snapped the bike into a sliding U turn, holding it up with one leg as it slid around spewing dust and gravel in all directions. It was a classic, chopped Hog, and the man riding it had streaks of gray in the long hair which flowed out behind him and in the beard which covered his face. As soon as the bike came to rest, the rider laid it carefully on the ground and then walked with measured pace to stand directly in front of Pax.

Pax stood impassive as Theo Johnson’s eyes met his own. Then Theo said quietly, “We have to talk.”