Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (129 page)

“Oh.  Cool, cool, man.  Sorry to interrupt.” 

I walked away, smiling to myself at the fact that his heart was about to beat out of his chest.  

Power.  It was a fun thing every now and then.

I was sitting at the bar, talking to Hairy Joe when I saw Rebel run from the hallway and head straight to her bike outside. She put on her helmet, and roared off into the night alone before I could decide if I should follow her or not.

She was a grown woman, I reminded myself once again.  She had a key to my house, her own transportation, and plenty of money.  She could take care of herself just fine.

I looked over and saw Mason standing alone in the hallway watching her himself, a look of sadness on his face.  

Whatever was going on, it would all work out, I thought to myself.  Just as soon as we get through tomorrow’s meeting.

As for tonight, well, tonight was for whiskey, and perhaps another taste of Becky, I decided, as I opened another bottle of Maker’s.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Rebel

I drove all over Dallas after I left the clubhouse.  I couldn’t bear to go home alone, and there was no way I could be locked up in that house while was my head was spinning like a top.

Mason. Mason. Mason.

His name ran through my head like a delicious mantra, and as much as I wanted to be mad at him for not telling Harley I was in the room, I couldn’t help but feel like my body had just come alive for the first time in my life.

Mason. Mason. Mason.

His hands! Those lips! His muscles, his ass, his fucking eyes burning into me like they could see into my deepest, darkest thoughts!  The way his body worked against my own, touching me in places that I yearned to be touched without having to say a word to him! His caresses and his tongue and his amazingly huge cock that touched me in places I didn’t even know existed!  

I would never be the same after tonight.

Something deep inside of me had been awakened, and I felt like an entirely different woman.  

I had been fucked before, but tonight was different.

Mason and I had made love.  And that was a whole different experience.  It was something entirely new, and suddenly I was addicted.  I wanted more.  I needed more. 

I wanted that sickening feeling of my heart swelling in my chest every time he looked at me.  I wanted to feel like I was going to pass out from sheer joy when his skin slid against mine.  I needed to feel him inside of me, our bodies joined together in a search for something that neither of us have ever had.

Love.

This was what all the hype was about, and I got it now.

I sighed as my bike flew down the freeway, the big Texas moon following me as I made my way to White Rock Lake, circling it three times before I decided to go back to Harley’s for the night.

I had a plan for tomorrow, and I needed to get some sleep so that I could be as alert as possible.  It was important I didn’t fuck anything up, or get caught.

But I knew I had to do it.  I was going to watch the club’s meeting.  From afar and from a safe distance, of course.  And secretly.

I knew neither Harley or Mason would approve, but now that I knew there was something big going down, and since I overheard the location and time, I couldn’t resist going to watch.

It might be a little risky, but I knew I could keep myself safe.  If I stayed far enough away, I knew that nothing bad would happen.  I would stay alert, keep an eye on my surroundings, and get there early so that I could find the perfect hiding spot.

Everything would be fine.

And then, afterwards?  When everything was over, and Mason and Harley were happy everything had gone so well, then maybe  Mason and I could talk to Harley together.  We could tell him how we felt about each other.

Sure, Mason hadn’t told me he loved me back, but I knew it.  I could see it in his eyes.  I could hear it in his voice, and feel it every time he touched me.  It didn’t matter if his touch was gentle or rough, there was strong emotion behind every caress and he could try denying it if he wanted to, if he felt the need to, but I knew better.

I may not have ever been in love before, but I knew it was real.  Nothing in the world had ever felt like this for me.

I lay alone in bed that night still smelling him, still tasting his kiss on my lips and still feeling his hands running over my naked skin as I drifted off to sleep a changed woman.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Mason

My eyes opened Saturday morning to the sounds of birds chirping.  I rolled over, groaning unhappily at the emptiness of my bed.  

I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about Rebel.  Imagining what my life might look like with Rebel in it.  Imagining what my bed would look like with Rebel in it, tangled in my sheets, her hair messed up and her lips swollen from my kisses.

I knew she was mad at me, but she was just going to have to get over it.  I hadn’t told Harley about us last night, but only because it wasn’t the right time.  As soon as today was over, I was going to tell him everything, whether he wanted to hear it or not.

And then she wouldn’t be mad anymore.

Then, she would smile that thousand-watt smile at me, and she would wrap those long arms and legs around me, and I could lose myself in her again, I could spend hours inside her warmth, tasting her and teasing her until we were both crying out in pleasure. 

She had been so amazing beneath me last night.  My cock hardened as visions of her softening below me ran through my head, her body submitting to my hard thrusts.  She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I planned to make her all mine.

As soon as this fucking day was over.

I wanted to rush through it, have it over and done with in whatever the easiest way possible was.  But with something like this, there was no easy way.

It was dangerous, pure and simple.  Dangerous, with a capital D.  

But despite that fact, I was confident we could handle it.  Harley had a way of exerting himself that made you more than happy to oblige him, no matter what he wanted, and I knew he would be exercising that unique gift of his fully in this situation.

After a quick meeting at the clubhouse, ten of us suited up, arming ourselves fully, a show of excessive force that was more for intimidating the cartel instead of actually using it against them.  Harley and I, and eight other brothers, mounted our bikes and put on our helmets.  Hairy Joe and Hooligan, two of our longest standing brothers, rode in the truck, which carried even more guns and ammunition, should the need arise.

We caravanned down the street, turning heads the entire way there.  Harley had gotten the word from Johnny that everything was going as planned, and by the time we arrived, both the cartel and El Loco Gatos were locked inside the warehouse.  

We parked our bikes and the van around the corner, and walked down behind the warehouse, quietly opening the back door Johnny had left unlocked for us.

We trailed down a long hallway, and then stopped to watch the men standing in the center of the room.  Hiding in the darkness on the edge of the dimly lit warehouse, we sat back, watching and waiting until Harley gave us a sign.

The warehouse was one big, empty concrete room, with a huge, dark loft hanging on the side of it.  No windows, no ventilation, and suffocatingly hot.

“Dónde está la cocaína?”  Johnny asked Sergio Garcia, the leader of the cartel, the most dangerous drug dealer this side of the Mexican border.

“Dónde está el dinero?” Sergio replied.  

Johnny nodded to another man on his right.  He lifted up a dirty, black duffel bag and placed it on the table between the two groups of men.  The tension was thick, and everyone in the room had their hands placed on the guns at their sides, ready for all hell to break loose at any moment.

I held my breath, keeping one eye on Harley and one eye on the men in front of us.  

The sound of Sergio unzipping the bag was the only sound in the room.  He looked at the wads of cash inside, nodded his head to a man standing on his left, and smiled at Johnny.

Sergio’s man placed two briefcases on the table, and Johnny slowly walked over and opened each of them.  Taking a knife out of his pocket, he stabbed one of the bricks contained inside them.  He stuck his finger inside it, then licked the powdery white cocaine from his finger.

“Delicioso!”  he said, his voice echoing through the warehouse eerily.

“Un placer hacer negocios con ustedes, mis amigos,”  Sergio said.

“A pleasure doing business with you, too,”  Johnny replied in English.  

The loud sound of the latches on the briefcase clicking shut and the zipping of the bags rang in my ears, and as Harley slowly rose from his kneeling position, we all followed suit, one by one standing up and following our leader, our guns drawn, our senses on the highest alert.

We were some tough motherfuckers, no doubt about it, but even the bravest of men would find their hearts racing in a situation like this.  I’m sure none of us took a breath from the moment we walked in the door, and I could have sworn I heard Harley’s heart beating loudly in his chest beside me.

We approached the cartel from behind, the Gatos seeing us, but not letting on that we were there.  The cartel consisted of five men, and we quickly came up behind each one of them, the clicking of our guns at their temples causing them to freeze one by one.

Harley was the only one who spoke, standing with his gun pressed hard to Sergio’s temple.  Sergio and his men dropped their guns right away, their hands rising to the ceiling in surrender.

“Hello, my friend,”  Harley said, circling around to look Sergio in the eye.

“Amigo Hola, mi vestido de cuero,” Sergio replied, his smirk failing miserably at concealing his fear.

“Sergio, I’m so disappointed in you.  You know this transaction is against our agreement.  I don’t have to explain that to a man as intelligent as yourself, now do I?”  Harley smiled, his grin as intimidating as if he were snarling.

“No, amigo,” Sergio replied quietly.

“Sergio, have I been kind to you so far?”

“Yes, amigo, very kind,”  Sergio replied.  His hands were raised above his head, and I saw him shaking and smiled to myself.

“Thank you.  I like to think I’m a kind man.  But here’s the rub, Sergio.  If I’m too kind, people do things like this to me, because they think they can get away with it.  And I just can’t let that happen.”

“No, amigo.”  Sergio’s face was full of fear, and Harley took full advantage of it, pressing his gun directly into the middle of his forehead.  Sweat began to pour down Sergio’s face as he shook his head.

“No.  No is the right answer.  Now, the problem, Sergio, is that I like you.  I like doing business with you, and I would like to continue to do so.”

It was moments like this that made me love Harley.  He was as calm as if he were talking about the weather, while everyone around us were almost pissing their pants in fear.  He had always been like that.  That’s why he was made president so quickly, he handled stress like it was a walk in the park.

“Unfortunately, in order to continue doing business with you, I’m going to need two things from you.”

“Si, amigo.  Anything you want.  I apologize sincerely.”  Sergio knew the right things to say.  It didn’t matter that he was a powerful leader of a huge drug cartel, when someone had a gun pointed at your brain, you tended to do whatever they wanted.

With a smile, if possible.

“Good, good.  First, you’ll need to agree to never go behind my back and sell to any gangs in my territory.  Can you do that?”

“Si, amigo.  Absolutely.”

“Good, good.  And second, I’m going to need to confiscate that product you were trying to sell today.”

Sergio look defeated, and he was.  There was nothing he could do but agree.  What else was he going to do?  Fight us?  Of course not.  He was smarter than that.

“I understand, amigo.”

“Excellent.  Now,”  Harley said, his gun still pressed to Sergio’s sweaty forehead, while he spoke to Johnny.  “Johnny, you and your men can go ahead and leave. Thank you for your cooperation.  Take your cash with you.”

Johnny nodded silently, grabbed his duffel bag, and walked down the hallway, he and his men exiting out the back door of the warehouse.