Next thing I knew, the fucker had it up again, this time pointed at me. “So much for being clean. You must be back on that shit if you're seriously doing this, Brass, you junkie asshole. Just give the order, Blackjack. I'll put this asshole outta his misery so we can –“
“Put the damned gun down,” Blackjack growled, taking a heavy step forward. “The brother's right. Crazy and stupid as this is, I'm gonna allow it. We got what we came for, and we've gotten ourselves a good laugh too. There's no need for a massacre. Yeah, sure, that'd be the neat and clean way, but this fucking club's been stuck on that track for too damned long. We're trying something different.”
Serial's jaw dropped. Dunno how I held onto mine. My arm squeezed the chick I'd claimed, pulling her closer, burying her face in my chest so she wouldn't have to look at my brothers anymore.
“I'm gonna give you a week to find a place for these girls,” Blackjack continued. “They can't stay at the clubhouse forever. Serial's right, Fang'll tear everybody involved to shreds if we pile this kinda shit on his plate with everything else he's dealing with. Now that you've claimed them, they're you're problem, Brass. If they start to become a problem for the club again, then I won't hesitate to finish the cleanup we started here today. Got it?”
I looked at him and nodded. Guns were holstered.
I couldn't fucking believe it worked. Hell, I couldn't believe how Blackjack just turned into more of a fucking mystery than he already was. And I really couldn't get it through my skull that I now had two strange women on my hands, and I didn't know shit about how to handle them.
“Let's move,” Blackjack growled, aiming his hard stare at everybody else. “Get the cash loaded so we can get the fuck outta this dump. Smells like the place where my old man died...”
“You got a name, or what?” I said, helping her onto my bike.
“It's Melissa, but everybody calls me Missy.” She eyed me warily. “What's happening to us? What does it mean to be claimed?”
I coughed, looking for a spare helmet. Fuck, it'd been too long since I had a passenger on my ride, let alone an hourglass with such a tight sweet body.
“Means you're under my protection now, babe. I'm gonna help you get outta this shit, but you gotta work with me. We'll link up with your girl when we get to the clubhouse. She'll be all right riding with Blackjack.”
Convenient answer. No way was I explaining all the honors and obligations of an old lady 'til I had to.
“Him?” She bared her teeth, pointing to the Enforcer securing the kid to his bike. “He almost fucking killed us!”
“Yeah, he did. But he changed his mind, didn't he?” I winked. “Nice to hear a firecracker go off between those teeth. Keep that shit coming. You'll fit in fine with where we're going. Put this on.”
I pushed the helmet onto her head, trying to tuck her hair underneath it. She got pissed real fast and batted my fingers away, fixing the strap herself.
“You ever been on one of these before?” I asked, taking my place up front.
“No. I'll figure it out. I'm more worried about Jackie, my sister...”
I tried to hide the big whoosh of relief soaring through my chest. No, not a MILF after all, and thank fuck for that. My cock wouldn't have blinked at her having a kid, but fuck if it didn't make things easier. Dealing with a kid sister as part of the package was a whole lot easier than a daughter.
“She'll be okay. He's not a bad guy all the time. Blackjack always keeps his word. He'll take care of her, same way I'm gonna make sure you get home in one piece. Hold on tight 'cause we're about to roll.”
Reaching behind me, I found her hands and pulled them around me. One rough tug. The girl only resisted a little bit. Soon as I started my engine and the bike jerked, I became her whole world, the only thing between her flying off onto the road.
I grinned to myself. Never fucking failed. These rides always brought the lucky gals closer to the brothers. It took me a second to remember she wasn't choosing it, though, because I'd made her choice for her.
All Missy – beautiful fucking name – could do was lock her hands around me and bear it as we ripped down Redding's streets. Fuck if I didn't enjoy it, even if I'd taken her like a total barbarian.
Her hands pressed tighter around my waist each time I followed my brothers around the corners. I kept it together, but my greedy cock didn't. He was making me come apart a little more by the second, shooting lightning to my brain, making me imagine what her pretty fingers would feel like around my dick, or maybe clawing at my shoulders while I got between her legs and throttled her a hundred times harder than anything she'd feel on this easy cruise through town.
By the time we were a couple blocks from the clubhouse, she'd adjusted. Missy found her balance, loosening the death grip she had at first, just holding her hands on me like they were always meant to be there.