Old Ghosts: Gypsy Riders MC (6 page)

I wasn’t quite ready to admit it was my heart she was punching.

As far as I was concerned, that weathered thing was locked away tightly in a cage that had slammed shut when Rose died.

I tried to banish the image of her from my mind as I drove to the clubhouse, but even the deafening roar of my bike couldn’t drive her away.

After reaching the clubhouse, I spent my day helping Reaper work on his bike. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t quit commenting about meeting Daisy and how wholesomely hot she was.

“A woman like that? I bet she’s a tiger in the sack! She’s all buttoned up and proper, and girls like that need a release, you know?”

“Fuck, Reaper, would you just shut the fuck up?” I asked him finally. It was killing me hearing him talk about her like that.

I should have just endured it, though, because the knowing look he gave me indicated that I had just stoked the fire.

“Oh, look at that!” he teased. “Someone is a little defensive about Ms. Daisy, huh?”

“Fuck you, dude. She’s Rosie’s teacher, I just think we should have a little respect.”

He snorted and slapped his thigh.

“What!” he roared. “Since when do you have respect for strange women? Especially if they aren’t in the room? You’d talk dirty about a nun if she was hot!”

“Just shut up.” He was right. I was always the first one to exchange jeers and enjoy a little ‘boy talk’ about the ladies. But something about Daisy was different. When I thought about Reaper imagining what she was like in the sack, I cringed inside.

Of course, that didn’t stop me from imagining what she would be like in my bed.

“Alright, buddy, alright…” Reaper replied, thankfully relenting, but looking at me suspiciously as we finished up for the day.

We were just washing up when my cell phone rang.

“Fuck.” I said under my breath, when I saw who it was.

“Everything okay, boss?” Reaper asked.

“Yeah. I gotta take this. See you later, Reap.” I walked away from him and into my office, closing the door behind me before I answered the call.

“Yeah?” I said as gruffly as I could.

“Hey, big boy. Got a minute?” Detective Kelly Jones cooed on the end of the line.

“Barely. What’s up?”

Regret washed over me at the sound of her voice. I don’t think I had ever hated anyone more in my life. And yet I couldn’t shake her.

Six months ago, one of our brothers had fucked up. Sandman had been pulled over with a gram of coke in his pocket, and taken to jail. When I showed up to bail him out, I was confronted by Kelly Jones. She took one look at me, and led me to a private room to ‘discuss the case’.

When she first propositioned me, I laughed. But then I realized she was serious. If I fucked her, then Sandman walked, no charges. Easy, I thought. No problem. I bent her over the desk right there, and half an hour later, I walked out of the jail with a bewildered Sandman by my side. I never told him, or anyone for that matter, what I had done.

I’d have taken a bullet for any one of my brothers, and at the time, it seemed like a much more pleasant experience than being shot. And Kelly was hot, so that first time didn’t seem so bad.

But then she started digging into the club. She found out I was raising Rosie all on my own. She dug up as much petty shit she could on the club, prodded into the archives at the Sheriff’s office and drummed up as many rumors as she could find.

The Gypsy Riders were excellent at not getting into too much trouble, despite the business we were in. We kept everything under wraps, did our best to take the least risks possible, and we were successful at not getting caught doing anything illegal. We kept our heads about us, stayed calm in stressful situations, and so far, our noses were fairly clean.

Until Sandman got busted. But even that was minor. What I should have done was let him go through the system, and just deal with the minor repercussions of the charges. He probably wouldn’t have even done any time.

But I didn’t. I was stupid. I bent Kelly over that desk and fucked her till she was shuddering in orgasm under me, and I don’t know why, but it made her hungry for more.

She wasn’t digging into the club so she could bust us. She was digging into the club so she could blackmail me to keep fucking her. But once she figured out my weakness - Rosie - she didn’t really need to dig much more.

The thing is, we did illegal shit, that was our life. That was our business, and what kept food on the table for our families. If we got busted, it would cause a lot of suffering for our families, and so we couldn’t risk it, and we couldn’t risk having some bitchy detective snooping around, either.

But Kelly was relentless. Over and over, she threatened me.

And every time, it started just like this. A phone call. I knew what she wanted, and it killed me that she knew I would give it to her, just to shut her up again.

“Come to my office this afternoon at three.” That’s all she ever said. A time and a place.

Each time, I tried to resist.

“No.”

“For fuck’s sake, Mike. Do we have to play this game again?”

“I’m busy, Kelly. Why don’t you go find yourself a regular guy to fuck? You’re a decent looking woman, I’m sure you can find some guy who’s down on his luck that would fuck you.”

“Thanks for the compliment…I think,” she said. “But I don’t want a regular guy, I want you. I like your cock. It fills me up nicely.”

“So would a dildo.” I said, dryly.

“Ha!” she replied sarcastically. “Aren’t you funny?”

I groaned into the phone. God, I fucking hated this woman.

“Just bring that sweet dick to my office at three. Or else. Don’t make me do something I don’t want to do, Mike.”

The precinct wasn’t far from Rosie’s school, and I knew from previous meetings with her that it wouldn’t take long. As long as I left quickly, I would still be able to pick up Rosie from Daisy’s in time.

I hung up the phone without saying another word to Kelly, feeling like I was cheating on Daisy. Which was ridiculous, because I hadn’t even had a chance to kiss her yet.

I shook my head in confusion.

What the fuck was I thinking? There would be no kissing Daisy. And for reasons exactly like this. I had no business getting involved with any woman, especially considering the mess my life was.

I needed to find a way out of this situation with Kelly, but in the meantime, I found myself on the back of my bike, trying once again to drown out the shame of what I was about to do.

It never helped.

When I reached the precinct, Kelly met me at the door.

“Oh, hello, Mr. Montgomery. I’ve been expecting you. Please, let’s go into my office.”

The guards watched us as I followed her silently. The less I said to this woman, the better.

I was here on business. I would just fuck her and leave as quickly as possible.

Or, so I thought. Kelly had other plans.

“I was thinking today,” she said as she sat behind her desk. “I think that you and I need to take things to another level, Mike.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” I growled.

“Well, you come in here, all sexy and angry, and you hate fuck me like I’m some stinky whore that you can’t wait to wash off of you. You don’t think I’m a stinky whore, do you, Mike?”

“No comment,” I replied sullenly.

“Now, see? That’s just what I mean. You aren’t very nice to me. And that’s what I don’t like, Mike. I want to feel like I’m getting…what I need…out of this situation.”

“Now we’re going to talk about your fucking needs, woman?”

She laughed, gazing at me calmly from behind her desk.

“Calm down. And yes. You need your club to stay under the radar, right? You need us to look the other way sometimes, right?”

“Get to the point, Detective.”

“I am. The thing is, my needs have changed a little, Mike.”

“How so?”

“Well, you know…women don’t really enjoy those quick sessions as much as men do. Women need some time to warm up, as I’m sure you know. You seem like a skilled lover…even if you are a little out of practice.”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Kelly. Get to the fucking point already!” I bellowed.

“Okay, well, my point is that from now on, when I call you to meet with me, I’m going to be asking a lot more of you than just a quick few moments of bending me over the desk.”

“More of me how?”

“Well,” she said, getting up from her chair and walking over to stand in front of me. “First of all, I want to see you naked. Completely naked.”

“For fuck’s sake.” I couldn’t believe this bitch.

“And then,” she whispered, leaning in close, “I want you to kiss me.” Her perfume permeating my senses as she ran a perfectly manicured finger over my lips. “And then, I want you to taste me.”

“No fucking way!” I exclaimed, standing up and pushing her away from me.

She closed the distance between us quickly, as I tried to back away. My back pressed against the closed door as she trapped me against it, pressing her body against me and rubbing her hand along the edge of my cut.

“You can wear this, though. Only this.”

“Fuck off, Kelly.”

“Oh, Mike, there you go again, being mean. Look, think of this as a business transaction, only I’ve raised the price a little. Instead of just fucking me, now you have to please me, too. I promise,” she said, looking up at me flirtatiously, “I taste like candy.”

“Kelly, there is absolutely nothing sweet about you.”

She laughed, pressing her tits against my leather.

“Well, Mike, here’s the deal. You don’t have to like me…you just have to lick me.”

She walked away from me, and lifted her skirt, revealing her naked pussy. She perched her ass on the edge of her desk, and spread her legs.

Fuck, I thought. The last fucking thing I wanted to do was go down on this bitch. My mind reeled as I thought of what I had to do. But one look into her evil eyes told me she meant business, and there was no way out of this.

“Fuck. Fine, whatever.” I took a few steps towards her, placed my hands on her open thighs, spreading them open before I began to lean down towards her waiting pussy.

“Nope!” she said above me, pushing me away.

“What the fuck!” I said.

“I said clothes off, remember?” she said with an evil smile. “The door’s locked, don’t worry.”

“You are one tough bitch, Detective,” I said, as I leaned down to remove my boots.

“Yeah, I know,” she said, winking at me. “Isn’t it great? Don’t forget to put your cut back on.”

I groaned, my stomach filled with dread, my cock betraying me once again, just as it always did, throbbing and hardening in my jeans before I could even get them off.

I did everything she told me to, and I hated every second of it.

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“I knew my dad would be late again!” Rosie said, as she sat in the kitchen of my apartment.

“It’s just a few minutes, I’m sure he’ll be along any time now,” I reassured her. “Would you like another cookie?”