Why the hell did it feel so natural? My brothers and I had already done too much evil shit to her and little sis for it to feel this good.
Fuck it. I shook my head, keeping my eyes on the road, following Blackjack and Serial to the gate. Worrying about the rights and wrongs constantly was for fuckheads like the Prairie Pussies. In this club, a man took action. If he saw something good for himself or good for the club, then he didn't wait around to ask questions or ponder the ethics. That shit was for civilian eggheads teaching philosophy.
Taking what I wanted when I wanted was the surest way I'd found to set a man free.
I slowed down and stopped while we waited for the gate to open. A few more minutes and we were in, back in the fortress. I killed my engine inside the hanger-sized garage attached to the clubhouse and started to help Missy unload.
“Where's Jackie?” she asked, without so much as a thank you.
I grunted, pointing as I took her helmet. Blackjack already had the kid off the bike and she ran toward us, throwing her skinny arms around Missy's smooth neck. They hugged for what seemed like ages.
Blackjack watched us from a distance before heading inside, shooting me a warning look. Keep this shit under control, asshole, or I'll finish what we started in the basement. You know I keep my word.
He didn't need to say it to read him loud and clear. When the girls were finally done sobbing all over each other, I laid a hand on Missy's shoulder. Predictably, she shook it off right away. Least I'd gotten her attention.
“Let's go inside. I got a room for you ladies. We can figure out something more permanent later, but it'll be a place to flop for now.”
I waited to make sure they weren't going to fuck me over. After another one of those doe-eyed stares, Missy followed, holding Jackie by the hand.
The teenager wrinkled her nose as soon as we were inside. “Stinks worse than the house in here!”
Missy gave her arm a jerk. I turned around in time to see her uneasy smile.
“She's right. This place isn't always like this. It's been...hectic lately.” I left it at that.
Explaining the ins and outs of the cartel swarming us like angry fucking wasps, killing good men, wasn't my job. It wasn't her fucking business anyway. Of course, I knew she'd be asking me why we'd taken her inheritance and made her prisoner in the first place soon.
I unlocked my room and stepped inside, grateful not to run into any brothers. Hoped like fuck Twinkie or some other bitch hadn't found her way back into my place while we were gone. I stepped in ahead of the girls, scanning it over, glad when I saw it was just the way I left it.
“Have a seat. I got some clean sheets somewhere...”
Fuck, I really had to find 'em. These ladies weren't the type who'd enjoy laying in man sweat and a week of fuck residue.
“You hungry?” I decided to change the subject while I dug through my messy closet.
“I'm good. Jackie needs something, though.”
I nodded. The clubhouse was balls deep in junk food. I'd grab her something for the night, but it wasn't gonna win any awards from nutritionist bullshitters.
They stood up while I pulled off the old sheets and changed it over. When I was finished, I pulled out my sleeping bag. Only place I'd be staying tonight with these two in my bed.
It was a damned good thing the kid was with her after all. If she was holed up in my room, all alone, sleeping in my bed with that body...
Fuck! I'd spike a hole through the floor with my dick if I didn't lose it and climb in with her first. Then I'd do something we'd both regret. Well, just her, anyway.
I stepped out and slammed the door behind me. It was a big relief just to be away for a second.
I couldn't shut my fucking brain off as I headed to the kitchen. Sex, sex, sex...and sex. Missy woke something real potent and primal deep inside me with her amber eyes and pumpkin hips. She was the first woman in a long time who seriously competed with my jonesing for a hit.
Too bad that meant resisting her would be about as hard as staying off smack. Shit!
I ransacked the cabinet before anybody could give me crap about it. Chips, pretzels, jerky, and a couple candy bars. If Jackie was like any teen, then she wouldn't be too disappointed in the junk food buffet.
Took a quick peek in the fridge too, expecting to find old burgers and expired dips. Total shock when I saw a pack of berry yogurt sitting there, probably left behind by some slut or a brother's old lady.
Snatched that shit without a second thought. If living with my sister Shelly taught me anything, it was that a girl would kick her little brother's ass for stealing it. Compared to all the other shit in the fridge, it was a fucking crown jewel. I grabbed a spoon and some waters before heading back.
Inside, I dropped the food onto the empty space between them. The girls were sitting on the bed, awkward and closed off, like they were chilling in a waiting room before some shitty procedure.