Friction (Oath Keepers MC Book 5) (16 page)

Ares grunts, nodding, “I get it, they’re threatening my family, my life, and my club. I’ll be speaking to Prez about retaliation. I’m sure he’ll be in here, callin’ church, Mona’s health permitting.”

The Prez’s ex-ol’ lady is battling one hell of a case of cancer. I can’t blame him for being with her, taking care of her. The club is our life, but family always comes first with us.

“As for now, I think we need to be on shift for watch. Spin, you need to heavily monitor the cameras, take over for Exterminator and pull a prospect in to help if needed.”

Spin tilts his bottle toward Ares acknowledging the order.

“Smiles, find me several routes to Cali. I want to contact the clubs that I know who regularly run them, so they can give us a heads-up like today if we should expect company.”

“No problem,” Smiles mutters.

“2 Piece, call Tate. I want AK-forty-sevens for the brothers on watch. Ask him if he can get some explosives; they’d be handy for when we find the location of the clubhouses. I’m tired of screwing around and not being prepared.”

“No toxic gas this time to infiltrate the clubhouses?”2 Piece responds, reminiscing about how we took out the Twisted Snakes problem we had not too long ago.

“We’ll keep that idea on hand. If we can sneak up on them like that, then yeah, we’ll do that. I’d love the chance to inflict as much pain on them as possible. I’m sure a few brothers here feel the same way.”

He has no fuckin’ clue. I could gut each one of those motherfuckers and not bat an eyelash. Most of these guys couldn’t handle the things I imagine doing to Ghost when I finally get my hands on him.

“When we goin’ to Cali again?” I ask, and finish off my beer. Snake starts to hand me a new bottle, but I shake my head. I’m not drinking any more right now; I need to have a serious conversation with Sadie.

“I’ll call Prez and talk to you about it after I hear what he has to say. Oh and Twist?”

“Yep?”

“I’m veto-in’ that request for going Nomad right now we discussed. Your club needs you here more.”

“I ain’t goin’ anywhere now, unless it’s to catch a fuckin’ ghost.”

“Good.” Ares finishes with the plans and I get up.

The conversation I need to have with Sadie is long overdue, and this time, I really need to talk. I have no clue what the fuck to say to her though.

Should I just go in there directly on my knees to beg for her forgiveness? If I was the romantic type, I’d be buying flowers and shit, maybe someday I will show up with some just to surprise her. If she’ll forgive me, that is. She did, however, allow me to take her into my arms earlier to bring her back to the room. Shit, I would’ve carried her kicking and screaming if I had to.

I open the door and she’s on the bed, sniffling as tears roll down her cheeks.

“Hey,” I mumble, shutting the door behind me.

“Hi,” she responds quietly.

Love her, Daddy.

Stop it, please, I beg! “I, uh, I was hopin’ we could talk, yeah?”

“Okay, sure.” She nods, picking at the comforter with her thumb and pointer finger.

My own fingers nervously tap a beat against my thighs, trying to keep my daughter from talking to me and driving me crazy. I feel like a fuckin’ kid about to get in trouble when I glance over at Sadie.

“So, I’m real sorry for puttin’ my hands on you. I’d never do somethin’ like that knowingly. I hope you believe that.” I get straight to the point, not wasting anymore time.

She nods as another tear falls, still trained on the bedding.

“Will ya’ look at me, damn it?” I grumble and her eyes meet mine. “Do you hate me now?”

“No.” She shakes her head and I sit down next to her.

“I had to stay away for awhile. When I’m around you, I can’t think clearly about certain things. I wanted to give you some space, in case you hated me.”

“I could never hate you, Twist. I know what happened that night was just an accident. I was so angry, but then I realized that you had never been rough with me before and you were completely out of it, I knew it wasn’t really you doing it.”

“Naw, baby, it was me, don’t build me up more than I deserve. I was there that night; I just wasn’t awake. I’m so sorry though. I would never forgive myself if somethin’ happened to you or the sprout.” I nod to her tummy.

“Are you going to leave me like that again?” Her jaw trembles and I feel like a giant dick for making her sad. I’m such a stubborn bastard sometimes, like my mom always said.

“Not if you don’t want me to. I’ll stick around if it’ll make you happy and feel safe. I can’t have you being scared of me though.”

“I don’t ever want you to disappear like that again, please.”

I nod and more tears tumble over her soft skin.

“Why you still cryin’, Sunshine?”

“I…um…got another text earlier when I was trying to find you or my brother. Then when you left the room another was sent through. I didn’t respond though; I have no idea what you guys would want me to say.”

“I just heard ‘bout this texting shit earlier; where’s your phone at?”

She walks over to the dresser and retrieves her phone from the floor next to it.

“I got mad and threw it.” She shrugs and I grin. She fits me pretty well with that little feistiness in her.

Turning it on, I scroll through her messages reading them all. The recent ones all say:

Unknown:
Tick Tock.

Unknown:
Times Up.

Unknown:
You were warned.

Unknown:
I’m coming for you.

Unknown:
I’m on my way.

And the most recent:

Unknown:
I found you and that club will be mine.

I want so badly to throw the phone like Sadie had, but maybe one of our guys can trace it somehow, so I stick it in my pocket instead. Fucking bastard! I hope to God I get to skin him alive for tormenting my woman. Sadie is way too sweet to have to worry about a biker throwing a tantrum.

“What are you doing?” She gestures toward the phone.

“I’m keeping it to show the new messages to the guys. I’ll give you a burner cell to use until they’re finished with it. I’m sure the guys will want to see if they can get this fuck face talking so we can find him.”

“You’re really going to go looking for him? What if something happens to you?”

“You forget we’ve already gone looking for him in the past; sounds like he got the message.”

“Please be careful. You mean so much to me.”

“Don’t you worry, darlin’, I won’t let anything happen to myself
or
you.” I sit closer to her, pulling her toward me.

She rests her head on my chest and I can feel the tears wetting my shirt. I can only imagine what she’s going through. Being pregnant is making her extra emotional which blows because right now she really needs to be relaxing and keeping her stress levels down.

She had a nice quiet life in Cali, then dates the wrong person and gets wrapped up in our shit, too, without even knowing about it. Well, unless Ghost knew who she was and got close to her because of the club’s shit. That would actually make a lot of sense and explain why he would have just started showing up everywhere around her like she told me about.

The Fists fucked up when they decided to come in our territory and threaten more of our women, then with all the other shit they’ve pulled, they’re lucky all we did before was torture a few dicks in their club. I can’t wait to watch their club crumble to pieces. I know Ares will call in favors all over if need be to extinguish these fuck faces. We’ve had a beef with them for far too long. The Prez should have warned us about the issues he had with their club instead of leaving us out in the open.

“Twist, do you care for me?” she asks under her breath, and I almost don’t hear her.

“Of course, I do, why?”

“Because I think I might kind of love you.”

“You don’t wanna love a man like me, babe. I’m all fucked up and you’re all types of perfect.”

She laughs breathily through her tears. “I’m far from perfect; I’m a hot mess.”

“You’re my hot mess, though, yeah?” I rasp.

“Yes, I’m yours.”

“Good.” I tilt her chin up, her watery gaze staring at my lips. It’s all the invitation I need. I push her down onto the bed so she’s lying on her side, and I lie directly beside her, leaning over her some so I don’t put any pressure on her swollen belly.

I wind my fingers in the back of her long blonde hair; pulling her head back in my grip and let my lips meet hers. I lightly graze my lips against hers, softly nipping her chin between my teeth to get her to groan.

“You got the longest, shiniest, most beautiful hair I’ve ever fuckin’ seen, Sunshine,” I mutter and run my nose up her tear-stained cheek. “You got that whole ‘I’mma good girl’ look goin’ on, yet you got the sweetest, tightest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” I finish, my lips brushing hers as I talk, tasting her breaths as her mouth parts and she starts to pant. “Can I have some more of that pussy, baby?”

She nods, her eyes wide and my mouth meets hers in a heated kiss. It’s not nice, or soft. It’s hard and rough, demanding, claiming…Owning.

My hands find her breasts, squeezing and pinching, rushing to push her shirt and bra up to feel the delicate skin underneath.

“Oh, shit,” she moans and I pull on her nipples again. “I want it hard, Twist,” she demands and I pull her yoga pants completely off so she’s naked, minus the shirt and bra resting above her tits.

“Turn over,” I growl.

“Wh-what?” She mumbles breathily.

“Get on your knees.” I push her ass over to help her climb onto all fours.

“You want it hard, Sunshine?” I grumble then smack her ass, the clap echoing throughout the room.

“Oh!” She squeaks and I push two fingers into her quickly. She’s sopping wet, so much that it’s running down her inner thigh, making my cock hard enough that it feels like it may break through my jeans.

I use my other hand to unclasp the button on my jeans and shove my pants down enough to expose my dick. Once they’re where I want them, I remove my fingers, sucking each drop from them and thrust my cock into her from behind, gripping her hips tightly.

“Yes, Twist. My God, yes!” she calls as I slam home—finally back where I belong.

“You love me, Sadie?” I gasp out and she moans.

Leaning forward, I use one hand to pull and twist her nipples, resting my hand lightly over her tummy so I can kiss over the back of her shoulders. Eventually, I get close enough to speak into her neck so she can easily hear my words.

“You ain’t never been loved the way I’ll love you.” I plunge into her as far as her tight little cunt will allow, pushing against her backside, trying to go further. “I’m gonna take care of that kid in your belly, Sadie.” I caress my hand over her stomach lovingly. “And you’re gonna be on the back of my bike.” I drive it home by slamming into her twice and gripping her hip bone tightly. “And baby?”

“Yeah?” she breaths.

“Every single night, I’m gonna fuck you, like a goddamn train hit ya.” I thrust into her core, biting her shoulder until she screams in pleasure. “Then I’m gonna eat that sweet pussy of yours, ‘til you ain’t walking no more.”

“Oh God!” she shudders out, as she starts throbbing, squeezing me tightly, and telling me she’s coming like crazy right now.

“And then I’mma love you, for the rest of my fuckin’ life,” I finish, winded and sated as I find my own release, my come exploding like a goddamn rocket ship finally taking off. I don’t think I’ve ever come that much in my entire life.

I pepper kisses all over her back, eventually resting my forehead on her shoulder to recoup and catch my breath.

“That was amazing!” she bursts outs, giggling a little and I chuckle at how cute she sounds. She acts like I just hung the moon or something.

“Damn straight. You good? I didn’t hurt you?”

“No, it was exactly what I wanted; I just didn’t know it.”

“So I can shower and we can lie down now?”

“Yep, and we can do it again later, too, if you want.” She raises her eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh can we?” I chuckle and pull away from her.

She turns around; her cheeks flushed a beautiful rosy color, her hair wild. “Well, if you want.” She shrugs and I smile, pecking her tenderly on her mouth.

“I want, baby, all day, every day. Trust me, I don’t ever get enough of you.”

“I’m going to be spoiled.” Her eyes grow wild with excitement and I nod. Damn right she’s gonna be spoiled, just like she fucking deserves. I’ve spent too much time fighting my feelings for her, and after the club getting threatened and me thinking of her hurt or upset, I can’t possibly move on without her.