I opened my mouth to scream and Trent covered my mouth.
“There,” Trev said. “Anything else you want to add to this?”
“Like I give a damn about a whore,” Rocco said. “You’re going to burn, Trev. You and the entire group of goons over there. I’ve spoken with the O’Nuall family personally. They know of the bad deals in your MC. You’re getting it on all sides now…”
Trev ended the call.
He then threw the phone to the ground and stomped on it.
“Fuck!” he screamed.
“That’s what we wanted, Prez,” Trent said. “Daxton is freaking out and Rocco just gave us something to run with.”
All I could do was just sit there, in complete shock of everything that had happened.
Trent crouched down and reached for my face. He forced me to look at him.
The craziest thing happened right then.
I wanted to fucking kiss him more than I ever wanted to kiss another man in my life.
thirteen.
(trent)
I had Harlee propped up on my dresser. In my mind when I looked down I’d see my thick cock sliding in and out of her slit. I’d feel just how tight she really was and find out how someone had been really taking care of her.
Reality was a far cry away.
I grabbed the edge of the dresser and looked her eye to eye. “Don’t try anything.”
“I won’t,” she said.
“I’ll have prospects watching the apartment. Two inside at the door and two more outside. This is risky. I don’t like it. But coming to the clubhouse could be worse. We’re hoping they attack.”
She grabbed my arm. “You’re not afraid?”
“No. Why would I be?”
“What if they shoot at you?”
“They better hit me then,” I said. “If not, I’ll blow their fucking heads off. That’s how I operate. You’re job is to stay here.” I reached for my back pocket and took out a key. “Take this.”
“What’s it for?” Harlee asked.
“There’s a black car out back. Project of mine from a long time ago. I’m not a fan of anything that has more than two wheels, but I figure if shit hits the fan, you should have an escape.”
“I could just take off when you leave,” she said.
“You’re right,” I said. “Maybe I’m giving you a chance to go. Or maybe I just trust you enough to wait.”
There were a few seconds of silence between us.
Harlee took the key. “Thanks.”
I didn’t respond.
She reached out and touched my cheek. Her soft fingers running across the scruff on my face. It was like I was the sandpaper and she was the wood. I would destroy her if I had her. Or maybe I’d make her into something better. Strip her down…
I pulled away when I saw Harlee lick her lips.
We were not going to charge down that fucking path.
I didn’t just kiss. If she tempted, she’d be on the bed, butt ass naked, screaming my name.
I had plans for the day.
Charging to the door, I got the hell out of the bedroom and out of the apartment.
Outside, Trev, Jasper, Cash, and Kye were waiting.
We had a ride to take.
And quite honestly… I had a fifty-fifty shot of coming back alive.
**
There were three black vans. In between each were two black cars. We were in a clearing in the woods. Probably some massive piece of land owned by a dummy corporation said to be using it for lumber or maybe preserving nature. Some kind of bullshit excuse. What it was was a meeting spot for the O’Nuall family. We were possibly standing on a massive graveyard with plenty of bones under our feet. Ghosts that couldn’t speak and the reaper lingering, licking his chops, ready for another feast.
What choice did we have?
We had to make contact with the O’Nuall family and make sure Night Soul wasn’t causing any further issues.
Frontline, I stood in front of my President and VP.
A door on each of the black cars opened and out came Garvan and Bryant.
Garvan was short, portly, short hair. He had dimples in his cheeks but his eyes were anything but kind. He was vicious, a man who probably had over a hundred murders on his hands and would have a hundred more before his time came. His partner in crime, Bryant, tugged at his suit jacket as he walked along his car. He was taller, skinny, lighter skin with a fiery red hair color that made him look too cliche for his own good.
Bryant gave me the courtesy of showing me his gun.
I did the same.
The situation was tense, touchy, and if these two wanted to take us out, there was nothing that could be done to stop it. We’d be dead and if the rest of the MC tried to fight back, it would end up in a war that would cross state lines and move across the world.
There was silence.
I stepped back as Jasper and Trev stepped forward.
“Glad we could finally meet up,” Trev said. “It’s a pleasure.”
“Aye,” Garvan said. “Cut the bullshit. You’ve got a problem.”
“We’re taking care of a lot of problems,” Jasper said. “New President means changes.”