“And we shut their channel down through this city. That’s the plan, brother. Go get packed and see what Danyella is doing.” Capone runs his hands through his dark hair. The stress of all this is weighing heavy on him.
“Aye, Prez. We’re going to end this and quick. Then we can get back to our lives.” Capone offers me a curt nod and I leave Church, searching for my girl and sister.
Chapter 20
Blayze
We’re about three hours into our trip towards Nevada. Danyella decided to go with us and she’s currently riding on the back of Capone’s bike. She refused to ride with him at first, choosing Torch but Capone wasn’t having that. He practically growled and pissed and moaned until she gave in. She’s keeping a safe distance from him but riding bitch on a bike is nearly impossible.
Monica on the other hand is pressed tight against my back, hanging on. Her hands keep drifting down to my cock and it’s making riding hard, literally. I love the way she’s pressed against me, the way she’s wrapped around me. If I thought we could get away with it, I’d have her ride my dick going down the road but with my brothers around, I’d probably end up slitting their throats for seeing her naked ass.
We stop for gas and a break when we get close to Tonopah, Nevada. The summer sun is moving to the west and once it drops, the temps out here will drop dramatically too. The dry air surrounds me, making me sweat in my cut and jeans. Everyone is hot, pissy and miserable. Monica is talking to Danyella and from her body language, Monica is close to losing her patience. Danyella’s eyes keep wandering toward Capone who’s pacing back and forth talking on his phone.
Capone snaps his phone shut and heads in our direction. “We’re all set to stay at Crossroads. Grim is setting us up with rooms. Monica and Danyella, you stay with us and don’t wander off on your own unless you’re wearing a property of or Ol’ Lady cut.”
“Really, Capone? I’m not property or anyone’s old lady.” Danyella grumbles and crosses her arms over her chest.
Capone glares at her, his jaw ticking like a time bomb. “You are on this trip,” he growls.
I let them argue it out, reach into my saddlebag and pull out a cut, “Bug,” I say with a low tone. Monica turns her brown eyes toward me. Her whole face lights up with a huge smile when she sees what I have in my hands. “Will you wear my colors?” I open the cut and show her the patches sewn on. Over the right breast is her name and the left is Ol’ Lady and below it is Property of Blayze. On the back is our Royal Bastards rockers.
“I’d love too, Blayze.” Monica shrugs off her riding cut I bought for her years ago and takes the new one in her small hands. She puts it on with gentle care and pops her hip out, posing. “Well? What do you think?”
“I think I’m gonna fuck you wearing just this later.” I yank her closer to me and kiss her deeply. Monica complies and wraps her arms around my neck. Catcalls and whistles erupt behind us and I break our kiss grinning. “Dirty motherfuckers,” I rumble against Monica’s lips. She giggles and kisses me again.
“Let’s roll before the sun goes down,” Capone barks. He’s still pissed at Danyella but that’s something they have to figure out on their own. She’s now wearing a property of Capone cut and isn’t happy about it at all.
“I’ll talk to her later and try to figure out what’s going on inside her head,” Monica promises me.
“I’d appreciate that. Hop on my sexy Bug. The sooner we get there, the faster I can get inside you.” I swat Monica’s ass and straddle my bike. She climbs on behind me and wraps herself around my back.
We take off in formation down the Nevada highway. About an hour later we pull into a paved driveway and park our bikes alongside several others. We made it to our Tonopah Chapter. Two guys are standing outside and head in our direction when we stop. They both give off a different vibe I can’t quite place.
“Capone, great you could make it,” Grim, the President of the Tonopah Chapter stretches out his hand and Capone grabs it, giving him a brotherly slap on the back. “This is my Enforcer Azrael.” He motions to a scary motherfucker with day of the dead makeup on.
“Thanks for having us brother. We appreciate the hospitality.” Capone answers. He does the same with Azrael.
I dismount my bike after Monica climbs off and we walk together toward the two. My arm protectively draped around her shoulders.
“Azrael? Isn’t that the name for Angel of death?” Danyella pipes up intrigued.
Azrael turns his attention in her direction and spots the property patch. “You’re very knowledgeable, little one. Better keep that pretty mind on hold while you’re here or things could get ugly quick.”
Danyella shrinks back behind Capone and doesn’t say another word. Tension is thick in the air when Capone speaks. “This is my VP, Blayze and his Ol’ Lady, Monica.” He points to me and Monica. Grim offers me his hand and I accept giving him a brother slap on the back. Azrael does the same. Introductions are made with each member and Grim shows us inside.
Once we’re settled in our rooms, Monica with me and Danyella with Capone, I release an exhausted sigh, flopping down on the soft bed.
“How’s your arm?” Monica settles next to me and runs her fingers over my cut.
“A little achy but nothing I can’t handle.” I turn my head in her direction and stare into her beautiful brown eyes.
“That guy scares the shit out of me,” Monica blurts out then slaps her hand over her mouth.
“Which one?”
“Azrael. He’s got this creepy don’t fuck with me vibe that’s a little unsettling. I’ll bet he’s a great guy and protects his loved ones, but that makeup gives me the shivers.” Monica shudders cuddling up against my side.
“They all have it, but they’re our brothers. No matter what kind of vibe you’re getting, don’t say a word. Respect the patch and our brothers.”
“I will. Don’t worry about it. It’s probably because I’m not used to them.”
A hard knock on my door draws our attention to it. I lift my tired body off the bed and open it. Capone is standing on the other side.
“Grim just got word that a couple of Bloody Scorpions are at a bar close by. Let’s go.” He turns on his heels and leaves. My fingers curl into the door frame, my knuckles turning white. This might be what we’re looking for.
I release my grip from the door and stalk toward Monica. “I have to go.” I kiss her hard and quick before pulling away. “Stay here or in Capone’s room with Danyella.”
“Aye, aye, VP. Stay safe.” Monica smiles.
I turn and leave finding Capone, Grim and Azrael on their bikes waiting for me. I signal with my head I’m ready and we all take off toward the bar.
Pulling into the stone driveway, the Nevada night nips at my nose. Grim and Azrael park next to us and pull their skull masks down.
“Message from Bodie’s Ol’ Lady was two Scorpions came in here and were sitting in the back. That was a half-hour ago.” Grim reports climbing off his bike. Azrael, Capone and I climb off our bikes.
“Then let’s go check it out.” Capone gruffly responds. We all head inside and look around the dimly lit bar. Only a few customers are scattered around. It’s deathly quiet the moment we walk in and all eyes turn in our direction. A girl tending bar motions with her head and Grim stalks toward her.