She giggles but not in a cute way. It’s more maniacal, and it makes my cock rock hard.
Fuck, I love her! My eyes widen at the realization, but I don’t give anything away.
“What’s even more twisted is the fact he’s right outside my bedroom. I’ll be able to hear his moans of pain… I love it!”
I grin, shaking my head. “One more thing,” I state, pointing to the cage on the floor.
She chuckles. “I can’t believe I nearly forgot, this is the best part!”
Ivy picks up the small rodent cage from the ground, lining it up with the opening. The giant rat inside itching to get free. “In you go, little guy, cause as much havoc as you can.”
The evil glint in her eye is turning me on even more as the rat lets out a little squeal when it drops to the bottom of the entombment.
She places the cage back to the ground, then pulls out the mesh screening to block the hole, so the rat can’t get out. I grin, helping her fit it in place, all while my father is still out cold. I pull Ivy to me pressing my lips to hers.
She is intoxicating.
She might be fucking insane, but I adore her brand of crazy, and right now, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere fucking else than right here, sharing this moment with her.
We took my father down together, and in the end, we’re still here fighting.
Fighting for each other.
My tongue collides with hers as a deep groan echoes from inside the wall beside us.
“What the hell? Cade? Why am I in the fucking wall? You can’t leave me here! What the fuck? Is there something in here with me? Ouch, fuck. It bit me! Cade? Cade,” my father yells, but we don’t break our kiss, all it does is spur us on more, my tongue colliding with hers frantically as I push her up against the wall Andrés is locked behind.
She whimpers in my mouth.
My hands tingle as I run them along her still damp, silky skin.
I’m one lucky sonofabitch.
A Couple of Days Later
It’s been a few days, and everything is finally settling back to normal. After the chaos of having Tony come after Ivy, then my father’s bullshit as well, it’s good to kick back and have a breather.
Sitting in the chapel with my brothers is like the most normal thing in the world to me. Though, I’m not sure what this meeting is about exactly. I’m hoping there’s no more shit hitting the fan right now. I want some time out.
Nycto takes a drag of his cigarette, then exhales, a plume of smoke filling the medium-sized room. “So, there are a couple of reasons I dragged you all in here toda—”
“If the club’s in trouble again, I’m out. I’ve had enough drama over the last few days,” I mock jokingly.
Everyone chuckles while Nycto grins. “You’ve got Ivy hanging off your arm. You’re constantly gonna be in trouble, VP.”
“Here, here,” resounds around the room.
I fold my arms over my chest, trying to appear angry, but I can’t hold in my laughter. “Fuckers!”
“Anyway, first call of business… Voltage, you need to up the security on our cells. How the fuck those programs were able to be downloaded so easily on every damn phone in the entire clubhouse is inexcusable. That can never fucking happen again!”
Voltage dips his chin. “I’ve done a full wipe of everyone’s cells. They’re clean of the software that was installed remotely, and I’ve encrypted them. Also, I added a commercial software firewall, but I’m looking into other avenues of defense… something I will program personally.” He exhales. “I let the club down, Prez. It won’t happen again.”
Nycto hums under his breath, seemingly unimpressed. “Moving on… let’s discuss Dash.” Nycto’s eyes meet mine, and I sit up taller listening. “The prospect has done a fucking lot for this club. Not just his bravery in helping rescue Ivy, but also in helping with Sage and Miami. He was a good kid when going through his recovery. Never batted an eyelid when one of us asked for something until shit got weird with Void and Ivy. Pussy will make men go crazy, and he’s learned his place where Ivy’s concerned.”
I raise my chin. “What are you saying?”
Nycto slides the club logo patch across the table.
“You wanna patch him in?” I question.
Nycto glances around the table to my other brothers. “We need a vote. It’s gotta be unanimous.”
Whiskey places his closed fist on the table. “Aye.”
We’re doing this now?
Ominous slams his fist down. “Aye.”
“Aye,” Nerve chimes in next.
“Aye,” Brass and Voltage both say at the same time, leaving me sitting here with everyone looking at me.
It only takes one vote.
One single vote for Dash not to patch in, then he’ll be gone from the club for good.
It would be so simple for me to rid him from our lives.
To get him the hell away from Ivy forever.
But if she found out it was me who sent him packing, I’m not stupid enough to know she will never forgive me.
Plus, he did come in and save my damn ass.
I owe him.
Maybe he isn’t such an asshole, after all.
“He’s gonna need a mentor,” I grunt.
Nycto hums under his breath. “Yeah, he will.”
Groaning as I run my hand through my hair, I sink into my seat. “Fine. I’ll do it. He did save my ass, he deserves a patch… as much as I fucking hate it.”
Everyone dips their chins at me.
“He gets the patch, but you got the girl. Remember that,” Nycto reminds me.
“Mmm,” I mumble under my breath.
There’s only one way to make sure.
“Now there’s one more item of business. The thing you came and talked to me about a while back, Void. I spoke to our brothers while you and Ivy were away. We’re gonna have another vote on it now, if you’re sure?”
My eyes widen. “Really?”
Nycto tilts his head. “Yeah, brother. We’ve seen enough to warrant it.”
“Well, then, let’s vote!”
***
We walk out of the chapel, and there’s a pep in my step as we go.
Dash’s patching-in ceremony is going to be in a couple of days, but right now, I need to tell my woman something in front of everyone. As we all enter the main room, Eva and Ivy are sitting on the sofa. Dash and West are at the bar drinking while Stacey’s behind serving them. A fantastic aroma’s wafting out from the kitchen, so I’m sure Trixie’s in there, while Pepper’s wiping down the small tables to get ready for dinner.
All eyes fall to us as I walk over to the pool table, sending out a whistle to grab everyone’s attention. They all turn to face me as my brothers fan out around me in a semi-circle.
“I have news.”
Ivy and Eva both jump up from the sofa, fear etched across their faces. “Oh God,” Eva mumbles, grabbing Ivy’s hand for support.
“Ivy, can you come here?”
She glances at her sister, giving her a supportive nod. Eva is hesitant to let her go, but Ivy detaches from her, then slowly walks my way. I reach out, taking her hand in mine with a slow smile creeping up on my face.