Feeling hard, muscled arms coming around me, I calm myself and relax into his hold. Being in his strong arms will never get old. It’s where I want to be for the rest of my life. The security, the familiarity, are something I can never live without. There is no one out there that will love me the way Champ does, cherish me the way he does. I reach my hand up and squeeze his forearm lightly.
“We have to leave in a little over an hour. Lauren? Can you come with me?” With that, Champ stands up and reaches for my hand that I let fall onto my lap. Getting to my feet, I dutifully follow Champ. Knowing we are heading to the room he has here, my heart speeds up and my panties instantly dampen. Dear God, he hasn’t even touched me yet and I’m about to spontaneously combust.
Closing the door behind us, Champ immediately stalks me. I’m his prey. His hands grab at the sides of my head and his lips crash down to mine. He licks the seam of my lips and I open for him, showing him my love in this one kiss. I’ll never get enough of him.
We tumble to the bed in a heap of arms and legs, the kiss never stopping. God damn I love this man.
Champ
Lauren fell asleep soon after I made love to her. I watch her sleep, her lashes fanned over her cheeks, her lips parted. Her relaxed face tells me I satisfied her. Hell, her instantly falling asleep afterwards…I’m not one to gloat…but damn I’m good.
Checking my watch on my right wrist, I know it’s time to get my ass in gear. Shifting slowly and quietly from under her, trying my best not to wake her, I get up and dress quickly, while watching to make sure she doesn’t wake up.
Saying goodbye when I go on runs is never easy, so I make sure to knock her out, in a good way, before I leave…I hate goodbyes. To me, they seem so final, so emotionless. I don’t have a choice but to do this run. For the safety of Lauren and Alexis; I want my revenge. I want the blood of Giovanni Toretto on my hands. If he isn’t stopped, then who knows what the fuck would happen? He won’t stop at LA Rebel’s territory, and we know he will come after us.
The Crusaders protect what’s theirs, we’re a family, and family sticks together. Blood will be shed, lives will be lost, whether it’s the Crusaders or Giovanni’s minions, we don’t know. But this shit stops when we get to our destination.
Shutting the door quietly on my way out the bedroom, I bump into Cobra and we walk hurriedly to the main room where the others are already slumped around waiting for us.
“About fucking time, boys!” Prez bellows.
I look at my watch, answering, “We aren’t scheduled to leave for another half hour, what the fuck?”
“We’re going now. Now that we’re all here, it’s time to ride, boys. With our cuts proudly on our backs we are going to kick ass and end this shit TONIGHT.” With that, Prez stomps to the main doors and pushed them open, letting the afternoon light flood the room. We all sigh and nod to one another before following him out.
Mounting my Harley, I adorn my helmet and rev the engine. The rumble of the bike under me instantly calms me. Breathing in the fumes, I peek over at Cobra next me and see the smirk on his face. He’s in his element and I’m sure he can’t wait to get his hands on Giovanni and his men too.
Five minutes later, Prez gives us the signal and we’re off. The grumble of the bikes filling the air as we ride along the back roads before pulling onto the highway.
***
Two hours later, my ass is aching and my leg muscles are burning, not to mention the strain on my back. I eagerly jump off my bike and stretch my muscles, groaning when my back finally clicks.
“Crusaders!” A man with a long salt and pepper beard and a purple bandana covering his long, greying hair, greets us with a smile. “We thank you for coming to help us with this shit storm.”
“Storm!” Prez greets him, shaking his hand. “Great to see you, man.”
“And you. We have intel on where Giovanni is hiding.” Storm makes air quotes at the word hiding, meaning he’s in some dingy shithole in the middle of a Bronx like neighbourhood. “When do you want to do this?”
“Tonight. He ends tonight,” Prez states firmly, his brows drawing down and anger crossing his face. “He’s messed with the wrong people.”
“Good to know. Come inside and we can talk about what you want to do. We’ll have your back. Business is business and I owe you a fat one.”
“At the moment, Storm, I just need a God damn beer.” Prez groans as we follow Storm inside.