Chapter Five
Warren
A cold, winter breeze whips against me and I shove my hands in my coat pockets as I walk down the sidewalk, keeping an eye out for any trouble but the entire block is a ghost town tonight. Hmm… how fitting. Not only does it work to my advantage perfectly as I slip into the trees of the edge of the property but it’s also how this club will look when I’m finished with them. Creeping closer to the fence that surrounds the entire perimeter of the clubhouse, I scan the parking lot and freeze when Rooster steps out to do his rounds.
“Right on time,” I whisper as I crouch down and watch him walk over to the closed gate. That seems to be the one major precaution they’ve taken to protect themselves from me and it’s actually laughable how clueless they are. There is nothing that they can do to stop me or keep me from completing my mission.
Fuck…
Maybe I haven’t done a sufficient job of making them realize just how much danger they are in since their security measures are so lax but then again, that might be for the best. Let them be complacent. Let them be bewildered so when I strike and take the pound of flesh that I’m owed, it will be all the more shocking. Then again… it might make my victory even sweeter if they put up a little bit of a fight. After I mull the idea over in my head, I release a sigh. There will be time to consider it later, I tell myself, as I turn back to watch Rooster. He stands behind the gate scanning the street for a few more seconds before shaking his head and turning back toward the clubhouse.
Fucking amateurs.
If he actually took the time to walk the perimeter, he probably would have found the nice little entrance I made myself with a pair of bolt cutters long before now but I’ve noticed that their prospect likes to do as little as possible. Plus, on top of that, he’s got the worst fucking attitude, like the entire world has fucked him over but that couldn’t be further from the truth. This club took everything from me, stole every single ounce of anything good from my life. and he is just a cry baby in a cut. Maybe I’ll add him to my list, make sure he knows the depths of my rage so he can see how insignificant his problems are because watching him walk around with this chip on his shoulder pisses me the fuck off.
Pushing the thoughts from my mind, I wait for him to step back into the clubhouse before slipping through the cut in the fence and creeping across the parking lot in the darkness. I have my ways of keeping tabs on the club at all times but when I realized they were having a party tonight, I needed to see them in person so I could witness their joy firsthand. It fuels me, knowing that I get to be the one to take it all away from them. When I get to the back wall, I flatten myself against it and move toward the window before crouching down and peeking through the glass.
Moose and Juliette, Smith and Quinn, and Henn and Kady are all slow dancing together in the middle of the room, looking far too cozy for people with their necks on the chopping block but I ignore them and scan the rest of the room. Rooster is by the bar, drowning his sorrows in a bottle of booze and I grit my teeth and my gaze flicks toward the pool tables. Kodiak and Chance are playing pool, their wives talking to each other at the table nearby and Blaze, Storm, and Ali are sitting on the couches in the corner, talking. The smiles on their face infuriate me. Fuck all of them. I am going to tear down this whole club for what they did to me but there are four people in particular that hold the heaviest blame and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure their pain matches my own before I end them. One of them is missing and I grit my teeth as I pull away from the window and look to the corner of the building. Streak is probably up in his room because that is where he spends most of his damn time and that means I won’t be able to see him up on the second floor.
Hissing a curse, I push away from the building and take a deep breath before I start heading back toward the fence. My fingers twitch as I think about how happy they all looked and how I didn’t get to complete the mission I came here tonight to accomplish and I fight the urge to slam my fist into the brick wall. All I wanted was to get eyes on my main targets but Streak never fucking makes it easy on me. I’m decent with computers but he’s better which means I always have to be one step ahead and I can never mess up. It’s the only way I’ve gotten away with all of this as long as I have.
I’m almost to my spot in the fence when I hear a slapping sound behind me and I whip around, scanning the lot for any sign of a threat but it’s empty. My heart races as I stay motionless, waiting for something else to happen.
What the hell was that?
A low moan drifts through the air and I glance up to the second floor where Streak’s room is. There is one window in his room and I sink into the shadows and watch Streak press Kodiak’s kid sister, Rowan, up against it in just her pink lacy bra and nothing else. Her back arches and her lips part in a moan as he grips a chunk of her hair, tugging on it as he positions himself behind her and presses his cock into her. Her pretty little eyes squeeze shut and another moan drifts down to me. Holy fuck. She is a pretty little thing and my cock jumps at the sound of her pleasure. I can’t even remember the last time I was with a woman and most of my life for so long has been devoted to making the Devils pay for what they did to me so there hasn’t been time for fun of any kind.
She grips the molding on both sides of the window as Streak reaches around her front and grabs a handful of her full tits, pulling another moan from her. Shit, she is so responsive and my cock aches as it presses against my zipper. My fingers twitch and I close my eyes, imagining that it’s me slamming my length into her again and again as a soft groan spills from my lips. My heart pounds in my ears and I open my eyes again as Rowan lets out a louder moan. Streak covers her mouth with his hand and pulls her back to him so he can kiss her neck as his pace quickens. I’m hard as a fucking rock watching them and I don’t think I could even walk right now if I wanted to. Sinking further into the shadows, I unzip my jeans and fist my cock in my hand, pumping it slowly as I watch them. Streak releases the clasp of her bra before pulling it away and flinging it across the room.
“Yes,” I hiss as her tits bounce with his thrusts and I feel a tingle at the base of my spine. Closing my eyes again, I picture her in my bed as I crawl over her and slam into her tight little pussy, using her however I want but she fucking loves it, moaning my name as my cock drives into her again and again. As the fantasy plays in my head, my entire body tenses and I release a low groan, so soft that no one will hear it, as my seed shoots all over the pavement. I drop my head back as the release rocks through me. “Fuck.”
When I can finally move again, I tuck myself back into my jeans and glance back up at the window, breathing heavily. That is definitely a fantasy that I will be replaying in my head often but staying here for much longer would be stupid. Streak pulls Rowan away from the window. My ribs feel tight and I press my lips together at the loss. Before I can get too upset, they move back toward the window but stop just before it. Streak lifts Rowan off her feet and knocks a bunch of shit off his desk before setting her on the top and slipping back inside her. She clings to him as she throws her head back and moans but he doesn’t let her make noise for long, pulling her back to him and slamming his lips to hers.
“Well, this is an interesting development,” I murmur as I watch them kiss like they’re going to die if they don’t and I can’t help but chuckle as I shake my head.