Ugly Beast stood. “Since your judgment call got my woman hurt. Think hard, Raven. If you hadn’t sent her off with a prospect that wasn’t even one of ours, my wife wouldn’t have lost our first child. She wouldn’t have had a concussion, and she wouldn’t wake up screaming some nights, terrified.”
“One mistake that anyone could have made.”
“Yeah, but it was you who made it. No one else.”
“You fucking prick.”
“Enough!” Smokey slammed his hand down on the table.
Ugly Beast and Raven still glared at one another.
“Ava’s not up for discussion. She’s not part of the club. She’s a woman I’m fucking. Nothing else.”
“Wow, does Ava know that?” Raven asked.
“Ava knows what she needs to, and I don’t need you sniffing in my business. Sit the fuck down.”
Raven stepped back and Ugly Beast sat down.
He had to wonder how Raven was friends with Abriana. The woman was like a puppy in comparison to Raven.
“I hate to take sides, but Ugly Beast is right. It’s a little suspicious how Ryan does a runner, our boy gets hurt, and Ava arrived in town.”
“She’s been in town longer than a couple of weeks. They’ve been raving about her baked goods for months,” Raven said.
Smokey ran a hand down his face. This was getting them nowhere.
“For now, the Twisted Bastards meetup is off the table.” He looked at Ugly. “I need a word with Drago. Arrange it.”
Ugly nodded his head but didn’t look happy. Smokey didn’t give a flying fuck about making his boys happy. “Until then, I want you all to keep an eye on everything. Don’t turn your backs on anyone. Stay fucking alert. Do I make myself clear?” he asked.
They all nodded. “Let’s move out.” He slammed his gavel on the table, and everyone got up, to leave.
As he knew she would, Raven stayed behind.
“If you’ve come to do some feminist crap, I’m not interested.”
Raven held her hands up. “I’m not here to make waves.”
“Then why are you still here?”
“I don’t know her, and like Ugly Beast said, I made a mistake, but she doesn’t seem like the kind of woman to just enjoy a random hookup.”
Smokey snorted. “Are you trying to warn me away from her?”
“No, I’m worried about you,” she said. “I get that you’re the one in charge and your word is law and all that crap, but … what if she is the one?”
Now Smokey burst out laughing. “I don’t believe in that shit. You know that?”
“Look how happy Ugly Beast is. Don’t you want that?”
“What Ugly has is once-in-a-lifetime. I’m not going to get that, ever. I have the club. That’s all that matters. Now, get the fuck out before I call for your patch.”
Raven rolled her eyes but didn’t say another word.
Running a hand down his face, he left the church room and made his way outside into the warm air. He took several deep breaths. Someone was after them. Whoever it was, he was going to find them and kill every fucking person who posed a threat. The shit that went down with the mafia should have ended all of this. He got his end of the deal, and in return, he got more ground.
Lewis and Verge, the two other presidents of the Hell’s Bastards MC around the country, hadn’t reported shit to him in weeks, which meant he was the primary target.
This left his current enemies, the Twisted Bastards MC, and his good old friends the mafia.
He needed to find Ryan, and fast, to get the answers he needed. Turning on his heel, he went back inside the clubhouse, going to the one man who would find anyone: Big Dick.
The man himself was bent over the pool table, about to pot a ball. Smokey picked it up as Big Dick made his shot.
“What the fuck, man? That shit is cold.”
“I need you to find Ryan.”
“I thought we already had feelers out for his ass,” Big Dick said.
“We do, but I need you on it. I want him found today.”
Big Dick smirked. “Boss, I got a whole lot of talent, but even I have my limits.”
“I’m not laughing. Go.”
His man shook his head, threw his pool stick on the table, and muttered all the way out of the room.
Staring at the ball, he thought of Ava. He had his own suspicions with regards to the woman, but he knew they were completely unfounded. She’d never done anything to him to warrant the suspicion.
Even still, she was a woman, and to him, that made her a problem.
He placed the ball on the pool table, turned on his heel, and went out to his bike. No one stopped him as he straddled his machine and took off, heading toward town.
The open road did nothing to calm his thoughts. In the back of his mind, he knew he should be backing off. Ava wasn’t part of the club. Her place wasn’t with him. He sped up, pressing on the gas to get to his woman as fast as he could.
Not once did he turn back, even though he knew he should.
She wasn’t club.
She wasn’t a slut.
But she belonged to him.
No other man at the club would know how tight her hot little pussy was. No one would feel her tits against him, or see how fucking glorious they were when they bounced right in front of his face.
He ached for her.
After parking his bike, he headed down her front yard path. The door opened. Ava was there, a smile on her lips. Her long, blonde hair fell around her in luscious waves.
The moment he was close, he banded an arm around her waist and pulled her close. Slamming his lips down on hers, he walked into her house, ravishing her mouth as he kicked the door closed.
He spun them around so she was pressed against the door. He held her hands up above her head, keeping her in place.
“Hello to you too,” she said the moment he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her neck, going straight to her tits.
He pushed her shirt up to beneath her neck and groaned, cupping the large mounds. Flicking the catch of her bra, he watched mesmerized as they sprang free. He held them up as if they were an offering. Large nipples begging for his mouth. He took one nipple between his teeth, biting down. He heard her gasp. He didn’t care if it was too hard. Moving to her next one, he devoted the same attention to it, loving the sounds she made.
His dick was rock-hard and ready to fuck.
“Please, Smokey.”
“You want my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pressed down on her shoulders and she went to her knees before him. Staring into her eyes, he released the belt and the button of his pants, He opened it up enough for his cock, and once he had himself released, he worked from the root up to the tip, then back down again.
“Open your mouth.”
She opened her lips.
“Do you want my cock?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He moved forward and pressed the tip of his cock to her lips. The moment her tongue came out and teased the head, he groaned.
Ava jerked back. “I’m bad at this.”
“What?”
“I’m … I don’t have a lot of experience.” She winced.
“Babe, let me be the one to tell you if this is good or not. Open your mouth.”
“I just wanted you to know in case there’s something I might be good at.”