Wesson: Sons of Chaos and Anarchy, Book #2
Author: Stone, Autumn
Date: 2019-07-18

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Wesson

Sons of Chaos and Carnage

Book #2

Soundtrack

RiRi

Candy

RiRi

Wesson

RiRi

The First Day of School

Wes

6 Months Later-RiRi

Wes

6 Years Later-RiRi

Wes

RiRi

Candy

RiRi

RiRi Therapy

Wes

RiRi

Wes

RiRi

Wes

Wes-The Mission

Colt-One Month Later

Wes

Wes-The Clubhouse

RiRi

Wes

Rage-Church

Wes

Wes-That Night

Grey

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Book #2

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RiRi

He keeps coming into my room, touching my legs and saying things that he shouldn’t, making me feel…wrong. I know now that it’s just a matter of time before he tries something that I can’t escape.

When I was younger, the families were wonderful. But, the older I got, the harder it was to find a family that wanted me for me. I wasn’t little girl cute anymore, I was becoming grown girl sexy.

And when men, and some women, got that gleam in their eyes-their significant others would send me away.

This time was different. He would hurt me if I continued to stay.

Each night after he left my room, I would wipe the tears from my eyes and try to focus on the time from before.

I would drift into dreams of the time from before, when my mom and dad were still alive.

Before the day that ended my perfect life.

Dad was a scientist, he loved to study the Universe. He was forever writing down equations and talking to me about the earth on a quantum level. I never really understood what he was talking about, I just loved spending time with him.

Mom was the principal of the elementary school that I attended. It used to drive me crazy because I never had a break from her, she was everywhere and always knew everything that I was up to.

We were the perfect American family that just happened to be black. Until the day my parents went out on a date night and left me with the babysitter.

There was nothing unusual about this, they made a point of having a date night every other week.

That time was different though.

They were supposed to return at 10:00 pm, but several hours later, my babysitter began walking back and forth looking out the window, wondering where they were.

Every time she called their numbers, the call would go directly to voice mail. Each time she called, she would look at me nervously as if afraid to trust her gut about what was really going on.

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep until I was woken up by a sharp knock on the door.

The policemen looked at me with sadness in their eyes as they delivered the news to my babysitter. My parents were dead, killed in a horrible, unpreventable accident caused by a man who’d had a heart attack.

In the days and weeks afterwards, I was sent to live with distant relatives who’d had little contact with us when my parents were alive.

Walking up the stairs to each new cousin’s home, I would pray that it would work out, but it never did.

Finally, the state ran out of distant family members to send me to and started sending me into the home of families looking for an easy check.

This home, though, I vowed would be the last. He had hit me for the last time and I would be damned if he would abuse me in any other way.

The night I finally decided to run away, I’d walked by my foster mother who looked at me with dead eyes glancing over me while smoking a cigarette on the porch. She was hiding, unsuccessfully, an oxicotin addiction and ignored the bruises, the late night noises, and the pleas that came out of my room each night.

Bitch.

Pushing my dresser against the door, I jimmied it as hard as I could under the doorknob so that it would make it hard for anyone to get in. Then, as quietly as I could, I grabbed my backpack and my secret stash of cash and opened the window.

My heart was beating so hard that I felt like everyone could hear it. The sound of the house settling felt like a gunshot in the night and I froze scared that somehow he would know that I was making a run for it.

Carefully, I latched one leg onto the branch and then another, as I began to shimmy my way down the thick branch and then the trunk.

Once my feet touched the ground I backed away from the house, constantly keeping an eye on it scared that they would know that I was gone.

Then, I ran.

At first, being away from that house was exhilarating because I was free to do whatever I wanted.

Then, I discovered that even though I was free, I was a 16½ year old girl on the streets with no way to work legally.

I found jobs busing tables at restaurants that believed the lie that I told about my age.  But, I would get fired if someone older and more legal looking walked through the door.

As the nights grew colder, I tried to stay in homeless shelters but that was always risky. The staff would ask questions and the other people in the shelter sometimes were dangerous to be around.

On the nights that I decided to stay in a shelter, I would stick close to moms and children. The moms were always a little bit suspicious of me. They didn’t understand that I just wanted to feel like I was part of a family again.

Finally, I stopped going. Instead, I began hanging with a group of teens who were my age and a little bit older.

Soon I discovered that they were even more dangerous than the adults. The girls in the crew hated me and the guys wanted me. Eventually, I was pushed out after too many fights with other girls accusing me of wanting their men.

Eventually, I ended up sleeping in quiet alleys, trying hard to ignore the smells of trash, pee, and the ripe odors of dark, dank places.

It was on one such night that I woke up to a stunningly beautiful white woman decked out in skin tight jeans, heels, and a Sons of Chaos and Carnage tank top.

And strangely enough, a cute, pudgy, teenage, black girl stood by her gawking at me as they looked down at me, laying in my sleeping bag.

“Come in out of the cold. We can’t have you sleeping out here. Samara, talk to Lila about fixing some food for…what’s your name?”

“RiRi”

Candy

“I’m Candy and that’s my daughter Samara.” Looking at this beautiful young girl, I knew that she was alone and I imagined what would have happened to Samara if  we hadn’t have adopted her?

There were bruises on her face and she was clearly thin from hunger. “I’m going to show you where to shower and I’ll leave you some clothes on the bed. This is my man and I’s room. Don’t touch anything and don’t leave this room. I’ll come and get you in 20 minutes.”

The last thing I need is for this young girl wandering a motorcycle club filled with oversexed alpha men.

Rage was not going to like what I was about to ask him.

Closing the door, I walked down the stairs and into the bar. The guys were playing pool, the sweet butts were pulling drinks (and other things) and the party was popping.

Very rarely would I bring Samara to the Clubhouse. I didn’t want her scarred by all of the shit that went on here. Today we were running errands, so we’d stopped by to say “hi” to Rage, my husband and the President of the Sons of Chaos and Carnage Crew.

My sons were also there, and even though I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t intervene since Rage wanted to teach them the ways of the Club before they got patched in.

Cutting eyes at my three boys, they quickly moved away from the girls that they were talking to.

“No glove, no love. I’m too young for grandkids boys.” Sometimes it was important to keep it real. And, a mother’s job is to embarrass her kids.

Making my way to the back I entered the office where Rage, or Prez, as the Club members called him, was working on the books with Tiny.

“Hey babe, what’s up.” He looked stressed.

“We have a situation that I wanted to run by you real quick. Privately if possible.”

“I’ll step out.” Tiny was always happy to step out and grab a beer.

“Where’s Samara?” Our daughter was our pride and joy. We’d adopted her when her mother passed away from cancer. Rage had been reluctant initially because adopting a black child while running an all-white MC could have endangered her. So far, we’d kept her pretty safe. But, raising a girl in general had a lot of challenges.

“She’s in the kitchen getting something to eat.” I decided to avoid mentioning that she was actually grabbing food for the random teenager that I found sleeping in the back of the building.

“Here’s the thing, I found a kid sleeping in the back of the building.” With that one statement Rage looked at me sharply.

“I’m thinking she’s around 16 or 17 years old and a runaway.”

“What does that have to do with us?” MCs aren’t known for their heart.

“Rage, I want her to stay with us for awhile. Until she figures things out.”

“You know how it is for young women in the MC.  There’s no free ride. If she stays she’s going to be a house mouse. And, I fucking hate underage pussy in this place for a reason. It attracts problems.”

“I want you to meet her.”

Kissing my cheek, he strokes my hair. I can’t believe that we’re still messing around like it’s the first time.

Nodding, he looks down at me seriously. “Ok.”

It takes us awhile to make our way back to the club. Rage is constantly interrupted with high fives, questions, and the occasional bitch who tries to hit on my man.

Finally, we make it to our suite. But, there’s going to be no asking questions tonight as RiRi is fast asleep on our bed looking as young as I thought she was.

Rage turns, looks at me and walks out.

“I don’t like this. She can be a house mouse, but the guys are going to be sniffing around her. Let’s find out about her schooling and her backstory. If there’s no other alternative, she can stay here. But, you’re going to take her to the doctor and get on the shot. An accident will ruin her life.”

Nodding, I say nothing as we closed the door.

RiRi

Disoriented, I woke up for the first time in a long-time in a bed. A heavy duvet covered me and I figured that someone must have placed it over me the night before.

I wasn’t sure what to make of Candy, but at least I’d been warm for one night. My stomach gurgled loudly in the silence of the room and I tried to remember the last time that I’d eaten.

Almost two days ago after a pretty good dumpster diving haul at the local Whole Foods.

Pushing the covers away, I took another shower enjoy the steady stream of hot water on my skin. Once you’re homeless, it’s amazing how something as simple as a hot shower becomes a big deal.

Stepping out of the shower, I looked in the mirror and whispered to myself “You’ve got this.” Then, I got dressed and waited for Candy to get me.

The clip clop of high heels alerted me to her arrival. This time she didn’t have her daughter with her and I knew that whatever she had to say I might not like.

“How did you sleep?” She asked while sitting down in the comfy chair by the bed.

“Great, the bed is really comfortable, thank you.” I didn’t want her to think that I took her kindness for granted.

“Well, I talked to my husband last night and I have a proposition for you. But, before I share it, I want to know as much as you feel comfortable sharing about how you ended up sleeping by our door.”  Her face was kind as she said this and for the first time in years, I talked about my parents, the accident, and my experience in foster care.

Standing up, Candy gave me a hug that was almost painful. “Sweetie, I’ve been where you’re at and you’ll be ok. Here’s the thing, my husband, Rage, is the president of the Sons of Chaos and Carnage MC. Everyone has a role to play in the MC. And, as a beautiful young woman, a black young woman, I need to be clear about what to expect.”

Nodding my head, I sat down to listen.

“There is a hierarchy in the MC for both men and women. For women there are the house mouses, who basically help the guys’ with all things domesticated…except for sex. Rage is strict about no sex between the guys and the mouses. Then, there are the sweet butts, they attend to all of the physical needs of the men without any of the relationship complications. Finally, the old Ladies, basically, this is a match beyond marriage. Never fuck with an Old Lady’s man.”

Looking down, I saw my hands shaking with nerves.

“You’re too young for anything other than becoming a house mouse. But, you’re also incredibly beautiful. You’ll be under our protection as long as you’re underage, but once you turn 18 you’ll be free to make whatever choices you want. The one thing we will insist on is that you get The Shot. Sometimes rules are broken and an accidental pregnancy is the last thing that you want.”

There was nothing to say at this point.

“If you decide to stay with us, we will take care of you, but this isn’t a free ride. And, we will expect you to go to school and finish getting your diploma.”

My mouth dropped open when she said that. One of the worse things about being homeless was not being able to finish school. I had amazing grades before I ran away despite everything that was going on in that hellhole. I wanted to return to school, I just didn’t want to end up in the system again.

As if she could read my mind, Candy brought that up. “We have ways of working around the system. Since you ran away, I know that you don’t want to go back into it. We’ll craft you a new identity that only Rage and I will know about. And, one last thing-have you been with someone before? Normally, I wouldn’t ask this question, but you’re a young girl that’s going to be around some rough men. I remember looking for love from all the wrong places. How do you think I ended up with Rage?”

My cheeks were hot as I blushed in embarrassment. Despite what most people thought, I’d never slept with anyone before.

“I haven’t been with anyone.”

“This is an MC clubhouse. Rules are different here and I’m not going to judge you on what you do. However, accidental pregnancies are a bitch to deal with. I’ll make an appointment for you to meet with the club gyno and she will get you set up on some birth control. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”

I nod because what else is there to say?

Candy walked out the door and I followed her through the noise, smoke, and the men. For a second I considered walking back out the door and never returning. But, it hit me, where would I go?

Wesson

I’m hanging out at the Club House because dad felt that I was old enough to handle the shit that happens there. I’m only allowed two beers a night and I’m making my way to the bar hoping to sweet talk Mara the bartender while ordering my second beer for the night.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice my mom walking down the hallway with the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.

At first, I am wondering if my eyes are deceiving me. She looked just like Rihanna. I noticed that the other brothers around me are watching her too and I wondered what she was doing here with my mom?

Is she going to become a new sweet butt? I hoped not, it seemed like a waste.

But, I would be lying if I didn’t want a taste of her sweetness. Knowing that it would piss off my mom, I decided to follow them.

It didn’t take long for her to notice me behind them. “Wes, what are you doing?”

“I just wanted to see what you’re up to mom.” I lied as I looked straight at the beautiful girl with her, hoping that my mom would introduce us.

Instead, she raised her eyebrow while looking at me, turned around and kept walking.

“Mom, aren’t you going to introduce us?”

“Wes, this is RiRi. She’s going to be helping out around the Club.”

RiRi.

No surprise there, she was practically a dead ringer for the singer Rihanna. And, as I continued to stare at her, the silence stretched awkwardly between us. Her cheeks darkened in a blush and I knew that sometime in the future, she would be mine.

RiRi

The handsome boy who followed us from the bar was Candy’s son. He was huge, but for some reason, I thought that he might be a bit younger than me.

MC kids always aged fast.

His eyes looked at me knowingly, as if he knew a secret that I didn’t. Then, he smiled.

He was gorgeous.

“RiRi, are you coming?” Candy called to me. Oh my God, how embarrassing. Turning around, I followed her and forced the boy from my mind. I had bigger problems to deal with and no time for gorgeous boys.

We exited the building and headed towards a two-storied house where a tiny Asian girl was sitting on the porch blowing rings as she smoked a cigarette.

Her eyebrow arched up as she took me.

“Mia, this is RiRi, she’s your new roommate. I’m going to show her around and help her get settled in. Make sure she feels welcomed.”

Saluting with just a hint of badassery, Mia mumbled on her breath “Yes, boss.”

“No attitude, Miss Thang.” Damn Candy noticed everything.

Later on that evening, my head was still spinning from everything that Candy told me about MC life.

I wasn’t sure what I’d gotten myself into, but the idea of being part of a ride or die family was appealing.

She even told me about her daughter and that one of my duties would be to babysit Samara from time to time.

“Isn’t she kind of old for a babysitter?”

“She’s a young girl in an MC community, it’s always better to be safe than sorry.” Candy stated while smoking a cigarette.

“This is such a bad habit. I’m at one every 2 or 3 weeks. But, it relaxes me when I’m stressed.”

Shit, did dealing with me stress her out?

“It’s not you, I’ve got three boys and a young girl that I’m raising. Now, Samara has started talking about going to boarding school and I don’t want her to go. But, it may be a great experience for her.”

She’d also told me about her three boys: Colt, Wesson, and Grey. All three of them were named out of guns because as she joked “MC moms get bored.” Colt was about to become a patched member and Wesson (Wes) and Grey were still in high school and would be attending the same school I would be.

What had I gotten myself into?

The First Day of School

It took a couple of weeks for Candy and Rage to get my new papers in order. Once they did, they took me to the local high school to get me enrolled.

I couldn’t help but feel like I’d lived on a different planet from the other girls who were gossiping about cheerleading and the hot guys on the football team.

And, I didn’t miss all of the looks I got as Rage and Candy escorted me to the administrative office with Wes and Grey.

That morning I’d discovered that Wes was actually two years younger than me, and a sophomore. And, I finally met his brother Grey, who was as gorgeous as Wes. Grey was a year younger than me, and a junior. Despite all of the crap from the past couple of years, I’d tested into senior year and all of the AP courses.

Candy and Rage had deliberately escorted me to school that morning so that everyone knew that I was a part of the Sons of Chaos and Carnage. The way of the MC was to declare who was theirs and they’d done that loud and clear.

No one would mess with me.

It was also a surprise to find out that both guys were on the football team and, unsurprisingly, incredibly popular at school.

My classes were great so far and I’d avoided any questions about my background and how I knew Wes and Grey.

It was a bit overwhelming being back in school and by lunchtime I looked forward to finding a quiet corner and eating the lunch that I brought.

I was deep in thought when a heard the chair next to me, move.

“Hey beautiful, why are you eating on your own?” Damn, it’s Wes. Smiling at me with those dimples.

“Wes, don’t you know that my cool points are dropping being seen with a sophomore?”

“You’re the talk of the school RiRi. Mysterious, sexy black chick who looks like Rihanna’s twin sister.”

“So, you thought you would hang out with the cool chick?”

“Actually, I thought it would be nice for you to hang out with me.”

“Really? Don’t you have some cheerleader hearts to break?”

“I’ve already broken them.”

Wow, he may be technically young but there’s nothing insecure about him.

Wes

Looking at RiRi, I know that one day she will be mine. I know that she’s going through some shit right now and I just wanted to protect her.

So, I did.

In fact, she had no idea that I’d warned the rest of the pricks at school not to fuck with her.

I wanted to claim her as mine, but it wasn’t the right time. But, I knew that I was looking at my future Old Lady.

The simple jeans and tank top she wore was sexy without trying, looking down, she began to flip through one of the enormous books that she’d stacked on the table.

“How are classes?”

“Actually, I’m pretty excited about my classes and I’m not as far behind as I thought I would be. The people seem pretty nice too.”

They better not fuck with her I thought, or I would beat their fucking asses.

My eyes drifted down to her cleavage where a gold necklace dropped into her cleavage. It had a cool looking bird on it, maybe a phoenix?

“Why are you looking at my boobs?”

Busted.

“I’m not, I’m looking at your necklace. Isn’t that a phoenix?”

She looked surprised.

“Yes, my parents gave it to me. They wanted me to always remember to rise from the ashes whenever life gets me down.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you.”

We both sit there quietly and the moment stretched into comfortable silence as we continued eating our lunch.

I wanted to learn her secrets, what put the shadows in her eyes, what made her laugh?

Instead, I made peace with memorizing everything about her as we sat there. The length of her eyelashes, the sparkle in her gorgeous hazel eyes,

What I didn’t know was that our story was just beginning.

6 Months Later-RiRi

Being a house mouse wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I was a part of an unexpected family and I’d grown to love Candy, Rage, and their kids. Samara was like the little sister that I’d never had and I was going to miss her when she headed off to boarding school.

Today Candy was bringing her over so that I could braid her hair. I always looked forward to these visits because they reminded me of when I was younger.

Candy looked a little harassed as she hugged me. “Ok, Wes is going to pick up Samara today. Something has come up so I’ve got to go deal with that. Just have Samara call Wes about an hour before her hair is done and he will make his way over.”

Samara was an awkwardly cute 12-year-old with a few more pounds than she probably wanted on her.

“RiRi, have you always been beautiful?” Samara asked while chewing the end of one of her braids.

“Samara, you will be shocked to know that I used to wear a retainer and I was 50 pounds heavier when I was younger and shrimpy.”

“Oh!” The idea of this is clearly exciting to her.

“You know that you’re beautiful at whatever size you are Samara? You just have to work on being comfortable with yourself and loving yourself. Are you nervous about boarding school?”

Reflecting for a moment, she looked down. “Yeah, a little, but I want to be somewhere where no one knows my family.”

I understood the need to not stand out in the crowd. And, her family definitely was noticeable.

As we finished up her braids, I gave her the ok to call Wes. We’d basically avoided one another since we hung out at school and I wasn’t sure why. He made me feel vulnerable in a way that I wasn’t prepared to deal with right now.

He made me want to lower the walls around my heart and let him in. But, what would happen if I did?

I’ve heard that he’s a bit of a manwhore.  And that he’s always hooking up with the sweet butts at the Clubhouse.

I shouldn’t feel jealous, but I do.

Wes

Colt and Grey couldn’t pick up Samara from RiRi’s, so I volunteered for big brother duty. It wasn’t a problem at all because I loved any excuse to spend time with RiRi.

She’s dressed in a fitted black tank top and loose black jean shorts and I just want to turn her around and pull those shorts off so that I could do unspeakable things to her.

Instead, I try to play it cool. And, hope my dick will go down.

“Hey.” Wow, that’s impressive.

“Hey, Wes.” She looks a little nervous.

“Samara, the braids are looking good.”

“Thanks Wes!” Samara grabs her backpack and helmet getting ready to hop on the back of the bike as soon as I’m return.

I continue looking at RiRi and just soak her beauty. Gently touching her chin I whisper low enough so Samara can’t hear “You’re looking good enough to eat.”

Her eyelashes flutter as I let go. I decided to give her a break. “Are you excited about graduation?”

“I am, but I’m not sure what I’ll do next. College costs a lot of money that I don’t have. In fact, I was thinking about taking classes at the community college because it’s cheaper and then transferring to the state university.”

Nodding my head, I watched as she nibbled her lower lip. Like with all house mouses in the MC, I knew that once she turned 18 she would have to make a choice about staying a house mouse or becoming a sweet butt.

Most of the sweet butts that I’d seen became sweet butts because they didn’t see any other way to find love or family. House mouses wanted to become Old Ladies. But, with RiRi being black, that was going to be impossible until I was a patched member and could claim her as mine.

I want to tell her to wait for me. But, I don’t have that right. Not at this moment.

It’s a choice that I regret making for years to come.

6 Years Later-RiRi

I never thought that I would stay with the MC so long. Somewhere along the way I’d gotten lost. And, even though it had been years, I hold onto the memory of the first time I was with someone, the first and only time I’d slept with Wes.

It felt like a dream. Or, another lifetime.

When I was younger I decided to wait for my knight in shining armor.  But, that special man never appeared. The truth was, Wes was the man who I spent the most time fantasizing about besides Idris Elba and Jason Momoa.

Then, Wes and Gray were patched in and became full members of the MC. Even at 19 years old, he was all man, in a way that the normies (non-MC guys) never would be.

The night of the patching in ceremony, we flirted every opportunity that we could get.

We danced, I twerked, we grinded until I could feel his hardness against me. And, I knew that this was the moment that we’d been waiting for.

I let the moment take over and returned his kiss once he leaned into me. He gently nibbled my lip, slid his hand slowly down my side and then eventually cupped my ass pulling me tightly against him.

We continued to move to the music, my nipples becoming hard points as we rubbed against each other and all I wanted was for him to sink into me, to fill me up and make me whole.

I felt so powerful in that moment as we reached the same decision at the same time. Letting me go, but keeping me close, Wes held my hand as we walked through the crowd and up the stairs to his new room in the Club House.

The room was surprisingly clean with just giant bed, desk, and a flat screen t.v. secured to the wall. He reached over and turned on some music, using a sound system hidden in a nook in the wall.

We began kissing again.

“RiRi, you’re so damn beautiful. God, I’ve wanted to be with you for so long.”

Smiling as he kissed me, I said nothing. I was protecting my heart and keeping my feelings to myself.

“Are you sure that this is what you want?” Wes pulled back and looked at me with a seriousness that I’d appreciated.

“Yes, I want to be with you. But, you’ll be my first.” The shock on his face was priceless and I almost laughed at his expression.

“But, you’re 21 years old.”

“Yes, and it’s my body and I wanted to wait until the time was right. I’m not judging you for fucking all the sweet butts at the Club. Don’t judge me for not fucking all of the brothers in the MC.”

“Fair enough. But, I would have done this differently.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve always wanted you to be the first.”

Holding me close we sway again to the music. Kissing my forehead, we make our way slowly to the bed.

He touches me as if he’s trying to remember every inch. As if he’s amazed by every part of me. “Will you let me touch your hair?”

Laughing quietly, I understood why he asked. The entire Carter family had been schooled on all things black hair when they adopted Samara. And, not randomly touching people’s hair had been drummed into him when he was young.

“Yes, you can.”

His hand slowly held my head as he deepened our kiss. I felt it all the way into my bones.

Deep, languid, sensual.

Releasing my head, he pulled off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. Each of his movements made his muscles ripple and distracted me from the bobbing up and down of his penis that tented his pants. I was a little nervous because it looked too big to fit inside me.

I wanted to touch him everywhere. And, as soon as I started, he shook his head. “Take off your clothes. I want to worship you.”

Oh.

Who was I to say no to a request like that? Slowly, I took off my clothes trying to be as sexy as I could, fighting the feeling of awkwardness that came from being completely naked in front of someone else for the first time.

He gazed at me with eyes that made me feel safe, secure, and wanted.

Finally, I unclasped my bra and let it drop to the floor. He licked his lips as if he were about to have a feast, and then he did. Leaning in, he flicked my nipples with his tongue, one after the other, making them wet, then blowing on them.

Soon, he was sucking on them as I squirmed in front of him loving the slight brush of his teeth against me.

How could this one thing turn me on so much? I wanted to touch myself and relieve the pressure that was building below.

As my hand made it’s way down, he lightly smacked it and shook his head. “I’ll help you with that.”

Standing up he moved us around until I was standing with my legs against the bed. Moving me gently, he bit my hip and grabbed hold of my panties with his teeth dragging them down slowly and using his other hand to speed the process.

There was something so sexy about having him in front of me on his knees. Stepping out of my panties, I stood in front of him loving the appreciation in his eyes. And distracted as I felt my desire slowly drip down the inside of my thigh.

The tiny bead of arousal caught his eyes and they glinted as he leaned forward and licked, until he reached my sweet spot.

Shivering, I fought the urge to collapse on the bed and I realized that he had positioned us this way on purpose.

My hands held onto his shoulders and then moved to his head as he lifted one leg, then the other around his shoulders.

I was now open to him and laying on the bed trying not to crush him to death as tongue licked against my clit.

He worshipped me for what felt like hours. Tasting, touching and teasing me to the point where I was begging for him to get inside me.

Somewhere along the way, he had taken off his clothes and as he rose above me, I drank him.

Perfection.

Opening up the packet with the condom in it, he looked at me again. “Are you sure?”

Nodding my head and telling him “yes” he continued putting the condom on. “Help me get inside you.”

Lifting my leg up and around his back, I touched him gently as he rubbed the head of his penis back and forth between us. Hitting me in the right spot, then slipping inside me slowly, stretching me and giving me a fullness I’d never experienced before.

Soon, he was fully inside and lay on top of me as I became used to this new feeling. “Are you ok?” He asked while kissing the side of my head that was slightly damp with tiny beads of sweat that had broken out from all of the activity.

Who knew that sex could be such a work out? And, that it would feel so good?

He began moving again and I matched his rhythm. It was as if we’d always been destined to be together in this way.

We made love again and I fell asleep.

The next morning, he was gone and I didn’t hear from him for a year.

It broke my heart and I vowed never again. Eventually I became a sweet butt and even though I’d slept with only the guys that I found attractive…each time I felt a piece of my soul fly away.

But, sooner or later, I would have to sleep with someone that I didn’t find remotely attractive. And, I was convinced that Rage had said something to the brothers about me.

Seeking oblivion, I began to drink to escape my choices and my life. With each drink I hoped that I could escape the pain and loneliness that seemed to linger in every waking moment.

How was it possible to feel alone when you’re in a room of people? And, I avoided Wes like the plague.

Wes

I watched RiRi as she quietly knocked back shot after shot. The guilt from what I did to her still ate at me and it was finally time for me to make things right. After we made love that night so long ago, I woke up and watched her sleep. The feelings that I felt overwhelmed me and the idea that at 19 years old I could be with one woman was too much.

So, I snuck out in the middle of the night like an asshole and asked dad if I could help with an out-of-state gun run that happened to be leaving that day.

We ran into some trouble and it took longer than I thought to return. But, it was too late when I did, RiRi had become a sweet butt and each time I heard one of the guys mention that they had fucked her, I felt a stabbing in my gut.

She’d bewitched me and every time I was with someone else, I wished it were her.

Standing up, RiRi slowly walked through the crowd, a gentle sway betraying how drunk she was. Each time she bumped into someone, she would smile apologetically and keep moving.

But, I could see what no one else noticed. Her smile never reached her eyes.

My beautiful girl had gotten lost along the way. And, it was my fault. I’d seen other members of the MC get lost along the way, I just never expected it to happen with her. And, for some reason, I thought she would eventually move on and leave the club.

But, she didn’t

I blamed myself and my youthful cowardice, when I gave up on the idea of making her my old lady. Each time I sank deep into another woman, who wasn’t her, I lied to myself.

No one else could ever take her place.

As I got lured deeper into MC life, I loved the endless pussy, power, and money that soon became my focus. And, I have to admit that I didn’t have the balls to declare RiRi as my old Lady.

She would have become the first Black Old Lady in our MC and at the time I didn’t have the guts to declare her in front of the club.

Recently, though, things had changed. I’d also grown a set of balls in the past couple of years too. It also helped that Colt had claimed Samara after he’d almost lost her when she’d been kidnapped by the Thirteen crew, an Aryan gang focused on infiltrating MCs and converting members to their way of thinking as they prepared for the upcoming race war that their crazy asses hoped would happen.

We’d come so close to losing Samara that I found myself worried that I would lose my second chance to be with RiRi if I didn’t clear up this tension between us.

It was time.

RiRi

There is a point when the shots go down smoothly. I loved that point because I knew that oblivion was near, and I embraced that moment when everything faded to black.

It’s the beginning that’s hardest. When you pick up that first shot knowing that it’s going to burn as the liquor sped through your system.

Happily, after enough shots, the burning eventually stops.

Alcohol helped me to avoid my nightmares. Lately I’d begun to dream about my parents. I wondered what they would think about how I was living my life? I knew that they would be disappointed.

But, I’m finding it hard to decide what’s next. Nothing has meaning anymore and I find myself thinking about how and when the world lost its sparkle?

How had I lost my shine?

I’d finished my associate’s degree and was thinking about studying programming. I loved everything to do with computers. But, every time I thought about the future, I would feel overwhelmed by the cost, the paper work, and the change.

Amazingly, I’d quietly saved thousands of dollars during my time with the MC, but I was paralyzed by the thought of leaving.

Finishing my last shot, I got up unsteadily and pasted a fake smile on my face as I make my way through the bar. My legs felt weightless and I reflected on this when I accidentally bumped into a huge man.

“Sorry! I didn’t see…you.” Shit, it’s Wes.

Stormy brown eyes look down at me and I am struck by the sexy man that he has become. But, I have nothing to say to him.

“RiRi, we need to talk.”

Tilting my head I shake my head and fight the feeling of being underwater that being drunk gives me.

“What could we possibly have to talk about?”

“It’s not a request. Let’s go.”

Damn.

His huge hand held my elbow gently and directed me outside to a car with Samara sitting inside it.

“What is this? An intervention?” I laughed nervously.

“Yes, beautiful, it is.”

Placing me into the car, Samara pats my hand. “We’ve got you girl.” Tears sting my eyes as I look outside the window looking at the lights as we pull away from the club.

Closing my eyes, I passed out welcoming the feeling that I was escaping what came next.

Soon, the car slowed down and stopped. The doors opened, and Wes gently lifted me up and started walking toward our final destination.

I fought the urge to turn my head and bury my nose in his neck, loving the tantalizing scent that is all Wes: man, musk, and whatever delicious smelling cologne that he was wearing.

Placing me in a huge chair, he finally called my bluff.

“You can open your eyes now. Next time you’re welcome to lick my neck instead of just sniffing me.” What an asshole! And, I’d thought I’d been discreet.

Looking around I discovered that I was surrounded by the entire Carter family. Samara, Wes, Candy, Rage, MeMaw, Colt, Grey and my best friend Shamar were looking at me from various points in the room.

And, I discovered that we’re in Samara and Colt’s new place, a cute house that they’d built on their own compound. The Carter family were millionaires, but they kept it discrete.

“RiRi, we’re worried about you and we’re not going to let you bullshit your way out of this. You have a drinking problem.”

My back stiffened up as I fought the urge to flee, deny, scream, and cry.

“Baby, we need to get you clean before it’s too late.” Wes crouched in front of me, cradling my face.

“Wes, why do you even care? I fucking hate you.” Let him stew on that.

“Baby, I know, and I hate myself too. But, I will deal with your hate if it means we can help you get better.”

“You don’t have the right to call me baby. I’m nothing to you.” I wanted to throw my words and truth at him like daggers.

“Yes I do because you’re my future old Lady.”

Laughing bitterly, I ignore the small kernel of hope this statement created inside of me.

“With all of the bitches you have in rotation? I’m surprised you even have room for one more.”

“That’s ended for awhile now because I want to be with you.”

“Why? Why this change of heart? The last time we were together you ran out of there like a bat out of hell.”

“I was wrong and I was a punk kid who was terrified by how you made me feel. So I ran. But, I won’t ever run from you again. Samara was almost killed and it reminded me that MC life can be really short, or by some miracle, really long if we’re lucky. I don’t want to fight against the feelings that I have for you, that I’ve had for you since the first time I met you.”

“What if I no longer have feelings for you?”

“Then we’ll still help you and I’ll walk away.” I’m shocked by the sincerity in his eyes.  “Also, as of today, you’re no longer a sweet butt. We’ve moved your stuff out and you’re going to live with MeMaw.”

My head is spinning from this conversation and all of the booze still in my system. MeMaw smiled at me sympathetically and all I could think about was all of the knitted stuff that had made its way into her home.

“RiRi, we’ll have fun together!” She declared sweetly.

“But, what will I do to earn my way?” There’s nothing free in the MC.

“Get that programming degree that you’ve been thinking about.” Samara said.

“Will I have to pay to stay with MeMaw?” I needed to know.

“No, all I ask is that you help me out from time to time with the house.”

All of my dreams were coming true and it scared me to death. Wes looked at me with eyes that seemed to see into my soul. The demons in my past made me want to fight against the possibility that this was real.

They were handing me the life that I dreamed about. No more men, no more Clubhouse bullshit, just a chance to study and be normal.

Candy

RiRi was one of my biggest regrets. I should have never let her become a sweet butt and should have fought her harder about getting out of the life.

I knew that she had dreams of becoming an Old Lady, specifically Wes’ Old Lady if I’m not mistaken. But that idiot son of mine had chosen to fuck his way through half the town.

When Samara had almost been killed, I decided then and there that I would do anything to make sure that all of my kids were happy.

And, RiRi was the one for Wes, they’d been fighting it for years. But, first, we had to get RiRi clean because right now she was drowning in booze and regrets.

“We won’t force you to do this, you need to let us know if this is what you want.”

To be honest, I wasn’t sure if she would say “yes.” I just prayed that she would.

Her voice was so faint that we had to lean in to hear her.

“Yes, I agree to the help and the conditions that you’ve set to accept that help.”

“Oh good! You’ll move in with MeMaw tomorrow and stay with me tonight.” Samara said while beaming at her.

After dinner was done, Colt left with Rage to attend to some club business. Kissing my man, I continued to be amazed by how much he still turned me on.

We ignored Colt and Samara as they kissed as if they would never see each other again.

That situation was still a bit of a surprise.

RiRi

If Samara weren’t so nice, I would hate her. But, I couldn’t. Watching her and Colt together made me long for something that I wasn’t sure I would ever have.

My hands were shaky and my head was beginning to pound. I needed a drink, but I wouldn’t be able to get one any time soon.

Later that evening after we’d eaten an incredible dinner, in a complete roll-reversal, I’d sat down in front of Samara while she did my hair. In that moment, I felt like I was part of a family again. Overwhelmed, tears stung my eyes and silently dropped down onto my cheeks.

“I’m so sorry.” I sobbed.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. You just got lost along the way.” She said as she held me tight.

RiRi Therapy

“Why aren’t you asking me questions?” The words burst out of my mouth like bullets. We’d stared at each other for the past 20-minutes as I did everything to avoid sharing the parts of me I wanted to keep hidden.

My therapist is a middle-aged black woman with long locs. It took me awhile to figure out her age because she looked ageless. In fact, initially I was suspicious of her ability to help me because I thought she was too young.

Each time I walked into the office, I imagined her partying at AfroFest. Curiosity gets the best of me and I finally ask her if she’s gone to it before.

“Yes, I have.” She looks amused by the question.

“Which one did you go to?”

“All of them, I try to rotate locations each year to save money.”

Her name was Lavandra and she was cool as fuck, but I decided not to tell her that because she had enough power over me.

Sipping on her tea, she looked at me and asked the one question that I’ve been avoiding.

“Samara, have you ever thought about who you wanted to be?”

That’s a loaded question. Of course I had. For the past four years I’d let men that I felt nothing for in-between my legs for survival.

I’d settled for less than what I deserved. And, I’d ran from making life choices that could have bettered my life.

So, yes, I thought about whom I wanted to be all the time.

“We’ll talk about this more next week.” Damn Lavandra, I was hoping we could continue to avoid this question.

I practically ran to the car that MeMaw had loaned me after my session and started to lightly beat my head on the steering wheel.

“Fuck”

Wiping my face, I headed back home.

A familiar black motorcycle was parked in front of the house. Wes had gotten into the habit of coming over for dinner whenever he was available. I wasn’t sure what to think about that except that he was slowly, but surely, winding himself back into my heart.

MeMaw smiled at me as I entered the house. “RiRi, when are you going to give my grandson a break? Out of the three of my grandsons, he’s the most steady and the sweetest.”

Resisting the urge to snort at that declaration, I made my way to the kitchen. Does MeMaw know her grandkids?

Squaring my shoulders, I prepared for whatever came next. Wes looked up at me as I entered the room. Fighting the tingle of feeling that always took over me when I saw him, I greeted him as calmly as I could.

He wore loose jeans, heavy boots, and a fitted t-shirt. As always, he looked sexy as sin and it took everything not to stare at him.

His leather jacket was draped over the recliner that MeMaw normally knitted from.

“Hi RiRi.” How could such a mundane greeting hold so much power over me?

I wanted to hold on the anger that he made me feel and the hurt. But, I couldn’t anymore because I was emotionally exhausted.

MeMaw had made herself scarce and I was keenly aware of being alone with him. I’m not sure what made me say this, but I was sick of holding everything inside. It was time to come clean about how he made me feel.

“Let’s go outside.” I don’t give him a choice, as Iwalked over to the door and stepped outside it. I’m feeling bold and just hoped that this feeling would give me strength for the conversation to come.

The evening air caressed my face, moving my dress around my legs. Turning around I caught him looking at my ass, knowing he was busted, he grinned

“The view is spectacular tonight.” Dammit, he needed to hold back on that charm.

Instead of the guy I loved to hate, here was the guy who took his female relatives out on dates, mowed MeMaw’s lawn, and defended awkward kids from bullies during high school.

How could that guy disappear on me on a night that was so special to me?

I decided to ask.

“How could you leave me that night? You were my first and I’d liked you for years. Of course, you may not have known that.  You hurt me Wes.”

Regret shadowed his eyes as he looked at me.

“I have no excuse RiRi. I ran and I’ve regretted that decision every since.”

It was time to share the secret that broke my heart. The war with guilt that I fought with myself and kept losing.

“I got pregnant that night.”

Wes’ eyes widened with shock.

“I got pregnant the first time I had sex. It’s ironic don’t you think? I knew all about how to avoid pregnancy, and we used condoms, how in the hell did this happen to me? Then, I lost the baby. And, I wonder if I lost the baby because I hated you?”

His eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms.

Wes

Fuck. RiRi had just decimated me with this news. Her body shook as she sobbed against me and this was the second time in my life that I’d felt powerless like this.

The first time I didn’t want to think about right now.

I allowed myself to think about that night, how she sighed when she came, the look of wonder as we moved together, and how she stole my heart.

As she lay in bed, exhausted from making love I wanted to hold onto the moment that we created that night.

But, I couldn’t.

Because I was afraid that I would lose her in the way that I’d lost so many other people in my life.

I remembered kissing her temple and freezing in my steps when it seemed like she might wake up as I walked out of the house.

It hurt to know that I’d abandoned not just her, but our baby too. Even loving the Carter family was a risk. I was a small kid who went to bed one night and the follow day my dad never returned. And that’s how my brother and I ended up living with my uncle Rage.

If I wanted to move forward with RiRi, I had to share what I’d kept to myself for so many years. I wasn’t sure if now was the right time, but, it had to be done.

“I’m so sorry baby, if I could turn back time and change things I would.” My thoughts drifted to what our little baby would have looked like.

Lifting her up, I cradle her in my arms as she falls asleep from exhaustion. MeMaw is holding the door open and she just shook her head as she took in the scene.

“How much did you hear?” There’s no use pretending that she hadn’t ease-dropped.

MeMaw didn’t even bother to look guilty.

“Everything.”

We continue making our way through the house until I placed her gently on the bed.

RiRi

A heavy weight was draped around my waist and I couldn’t figure out where I was. My eyes were dry from all of the crying that I’d done last night and I was roasting.

Wes was laying beside me.

But, something was wrong. He was moving around and muttering to himself. Touching him gently, I tried to wake him up.

“Wes, Wes wake up.”

“Ri?” His eyes blinked slowly as he woke up.

“You were having a nightmare. What’s going on?”

Sighing, he looked at me.

“This is a story that only MeMaw knows. But, you’re going to be my Old Lady. You know that my dad died and that’s how Gray and I ended up with Rage and his family?”

I decided to ignore his comment about becoming his old lady and focused on what he wanted to share with me.

“Yes, I remember Samara mentioning how you and Grey became a part of Rage’s family.”

“There’s more to the story. My dad was Vice President of the Club and part of his job was to meet with other MCs and vet deals between the clubs.

As a kid, though, I just knew that my dad was a pretty big deal.”

Pausing, he reached over to pick up the glass of water on the nightstand. Drinking slowly, he closed his eyes and continued.

“Grey and I were little, so normally, we would never be around for these meets. But, for some reason, the babysitter for that night was running late. We continued playing hide and seek when I heard a knock on the door and went to hide because I knew that dad would get mad if we were around when business was happening.”

Caressing his arm, I didn’t say anything.

“The man had a deep voice and my dad sounded pissed. The man kept talking about helping his people out. My dad said told him to get the fuck out of our house, that he would never rat out the MC.” Wes’ voice has gotten softer.

“I decided to sneak out of my hiding place and see who my dad was talking to. I began slowly crawling towards the room and was finally able to see my dad because he was facing me. He was talking to a huge man who had a crown and the number 13 underneath it tattooed on his arm. I got there just in time to see him raise his hand and the huge gun in it. “

Oh my God.

“Boom! My ears were ringing and I watched as a hole was blasted into my dad and he slowly sank down onto the ground. The blood was everywhere. The man didn’t know what I’d witnessed and I remember peeing on myself from fear.”

Kissing the scruff on his chin, I tried to pour my love into him.

“That night changed me forever. And, I finally have a lead on who that man is.”

Shit.

Wes

Telling RiRi about my past was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Telling her about my lead on the killer was an accident. But, I didn’t want to have any secrets between us and I was about to leave the club to follow up on my suspicions.

“I’m going to hunt him down.”

“When?”

I wanted to lie to her, but I can’t.

“Tomorrow.”

“Baby, what if you get hurt? Or, something worse?” Tears dripped down her face.

“MC life is sometimes short. We have to live in the moment.” With that I began to kiss her, to breathe in her scent, and to make love to her like it would be the last time.

Licking her tears, I devoured the saltiness and then tried to kiss away her fears. Her arms wrapped around me and so did her legs and I fought the urge to go fast.

Instead, I decided to go slow, to savor each and every inch of her.  I feel like I’m playing a symphony, but it’s her body.

Nibbling on her ear, she giggled. “You’re ticklish Ri?”

“Yes, in more than one place.”

And, I decided to figure out where all of those places were.  I move so that I can lick her from her hip to her breast. Continuing to giggle, she moved around trying to escape my attentions.

“Stop, I can’t take it anymore. You’re making me crazy.” Shouting at the top of her lungs while laughing, she finally has my attention.

“Ok, I’ll stop.” Moving down the bed, I start moving her legs around until I have them in just the right place. “Let me see what you’ve been hiding from me.”

Instead of pushing that tiny scrap of black lace aside, I decide to suck on her through it.

Her moans were like music to my ears.

Moving that scrape of lace, I begin to use my tongue, my teeth, and my fingers on her.

I began, licking, sucking, and savoring every ripple of desire and every drip of arousal that flowed from her.

“Wes, I want more.” Whatever my queen asks for, I planned on giving her.

Her skin was so soft and I’m amazed by it as I caressed her with hands roughened from hard work.

Flicking her nipples, I move so that I can graze one with my teeth and then bite down gently to give her a little pain with the pleasure. Continuing to do this, I slipped two of my fingers into her mouth.

“Suck my fingers like you would suck me.” I instructed her. Her hand grasps mine and she mimics giving me a blowjob.

Pulling my fingers out, I continue paying attention to her breasts and slipped my moistened fingers slowly into her, making sure to pay attention to the bundle of nerves that would set her on fire.

“Don’t come yet” She looked at me with eyes hazy with arousal.

Flipping her over, I lick the small of her back and blow on it, making her shiver. “God I love that ass.” Smacking her just enough to make it sting, I make her squirm even more.

It’s painful to wait for my release, but I want her to remember this night. Massaging her with my cock, I tease her. Pushing in and out, but just barely.

“I need you inside me now.”  She demanded.

And, like the smart man I finally was, I slid into heaven. Her slick, warmth welcoming me home.

We made love again later that night, and I vowed to be there in the morning when she woke up.

I would never run away again.

RiRi

Last night was a turning point in Wes and I’s relationship. We made love that night and I cried about the little boy who’d seen too much. It would be a lie to say that I wasn’t afraid that he would run again. Or, that I wasn’t worried that I would wake up and he would be gone the next morning.

This time, he was still beside me and I loved looking at his nakedness barely covered by the sheet that covered us. It amused me to see the marks from our lovemaking all over his body.

And I knew that there was no way I could stop him from his plan. I loved looking at his long eyelashes that covered gorgeous hazel eyes.

Slipping out of the bed, I pick up my robe and cover myself trying to be as quiet as possible.

“That’s a view that should never be covered up.” Wes’ sleep roughened voice interrupted my thoughts. “Give me a kiss princess.”

“I have morning breath.”

“Kiss my cheek.”

“That I can do.” I bend over him to kiss his cheek. He grabbed me and pulled onto him. “God you smell so good.”

“I smell like sex.”

“I know.  My favorite scent.”

He releases me and I smile as I make my way to the bathroom. Taking a quick shower, I prepared myself mentally for what lay ahead.

Wes

Colt and Grey pull up to the house, their motorcycles announced their arrival to everyone in the neighborhood who still was asleep.

Turning around, I watched as Ri walked down the steps in my t-shirt. I vowed then and there, that I would return home as soon as I could. Her face was makeup free and her hair was pulled up into a big poof on top of her head.

Stunning.

Kissing her, I needed her to believe without a doubt what I was about to say. Looking her in the eyes, I made this vow. “I’m coming back to you. I love you RiRi. I know that I fucked up before, but never again.”

“How long will it take?”

The truth would hurt, but I had to tell her. “As long as it takes.”

Nodding, she accepted my truth. This was the end of a long journey for me and there was no way I could return until it was done.

With that, I kissed her again, and walked out the door. I fought the urge to look back because I was afraid that I wouldn’t leave if I did.

“Colt, Grey, let’s do this.”

Putting on our helmets, we put our bikes into gear and left.

Wes-The Mission

When I was old enough, I began searching for the man who killed dad. I wasn’t sure where to begin so I would search the internet by using the phrase “Thirteen Crew” or “Thirteen with a Crown” all of the time.

I figured that if this man’s crew was anything like the MC, somewhere people were gathering online and sharing all the shit that they shouldn’t.

And, my hunch was right. Four months ago, I finally figured out where the Thirteen Crew hung out online. It took awhile to build a different persona, but once I did, I was in.

It was mentally exhausting dealing with their conspiracy theories and anger each day, but I stayed focused on the mission.

Finally, someone slipped up and shared where everyone got their crew’s ink. They only went to one specific shop that catered to an Aryan only clientele.

Once that happened, I told dad what I had been working on and we set up some patched members in the town the tattoo shop was located in. Dad was pissed, but he supported my mission.

We were able to figure out that the man who killed my Dad was called “The King.” He was the head of the Western faction of the 13 Crew. And, we were pretty surprised once we were able to peel back his persona and discovered his real identity.

Senator Ross Sampson.

We’d gotten the final confirmation of his identity when cleaning up the room that Samara had been held hostage in. A phone started ringing in one of the dead men’s bags. Once it stopped, I took the phone and held it in front of each of the guys’ faces until the right one opened up the phone.

Jackpot.

The phone history and text messages were gold. Grey was joking around when he said that we should call this “Operation Karma.” It stuck and we decided to use the Senator’s own deeds against him. And, there would be no way that this would blow back on the Sons of Chaos and Carnage.

We began setting him up as a snitch via a disinformation campaign. What the Thirteen Crew didn’t know about Senator Sampson was that he was living a double-life. He had a black wife and kids secreted away in Reno of all places.

She clearly had no idea about his other life and activities. And, we were amazed at how he was able to keep all of this shit under lock and key. The one thing that we were concerned about was the safety of his wife and kids, who were innocents in this mess.

We had to get to them before the Thirteen Crew did, because leader or not, they would kill him and his family for being race traitors.

Karma was about to hit him in the face and his brothers would take care of him for me.

Heading west, we’d decided to take our time. The plan was to meet up with our brothers outside of Reno and continue the disinformation campaign. We’d begun circulating photos and unfounded rumors about his business dealings on the dark web.

And, we also included a blog post speculating about why he was never seen wearing short-sleeved shirts. Our goal was to pressure him into exposing his secrets, or at the very least, look like a defensive asshole when asked about the rumors.

Senator Sampson was also a co-founder of a huge media company that he’d created with three other friends from college, including a black guy and a guy from India.

How did this liberal guy become a right-wing douche?

He wasn’t.

At the end of the day he was a capitalist. Guys like that were always about the money and the excitement that being an undercover Nazi gave him. He bought into the persona and now he was in too deep to get out.

I’d also noticed that he’d begun moving money into offshore accounts using his wife’s name.

He was about to make his next move and leave the life.

We’d decided to hit him hard where it mattered most: money. We planned on hitting their drug businesses, which were focused 100% in communities of color.

Grey was able to find their drug routes and cash pick-ups.  Once we had that information, we sold it to the highest bidders in the MC space who had a beef with the Thirteen Crew: The Black Pharaoh’s, Mayan Warriors, and various white MCs who wanted money and power without a race war mixed in.

The Western faction of the Thirteen Crew would go broke and those punk ass motherfuckers would begin to fight amongst themselves to figure out who ratted them out.

Ross Sampson deserved to die for killing my father and all of the other shit that he’d done in the name of money. But, instead of a quick death, we wanted to make him suffer along the way.

Colt-One Month Later

Wes’ mission is going as planned but I’ve got a pregnant wife at home who’s beginning to get more and more pissed off the longer that I’m away.

We have to make a move soon, or I’m going to have to abandon the mission and return home.

Samara had just cried on the phone as she talked about her morning sickness and all I wanted to do was to go home and take care of my woman.

“Brother, we have to get this done.”

“I’ve been thinking about what needed to be done. But, it’s going to be dangerous.” Wes smiled as he said that.

“Isn’t everything we do dangerous?”

“What’s the plan?” Grey liked to get straight to the point.

We all knew that Sampson was under pressure and that his Crew had begun to follow his movements.

During news interviews he appeared sweaty, anxious, and scared and we loved seeing our plan come together.

“We need to get his wife and kids out of the country before shit goes down.” We all agreed.

“The plan is so simple, it’s ridiculous. Share target social media blasts on his own social media feeds. We need to share photos and videos of Senator Sampson doing everything that is the opposite of what the Thirteen Crew stands for. Get it circulating in the dark web and go from there.”

All three of us started laughing.

“Karma is a bitch.”

Wes

I missed RiRi. People often say that revenge is a dish best served cold. But, I have to admit that I’ve loved every minute fucking with the great Senator Ross Sampson.

Tonight we’re going to extract his wife and kids. I won’t lie and say that I’m looking forward to it, I’m not. In order to make it happen, we have to expose the lie that she has been living the entire time she’s been with him.

If we don’t, though, sooner or later she will be killed and so will the kids.

Sampson is out of town for a Washington fundraiser and the plan is to break into the house and show his wife what he’s been up to for the past five years.

Right now there is a brother following Mrs. Sampson’s SUV as runs her normal errands with her twins in the back seat.

Two hours later, the SUV finally pulled into the front of the house. She helps the kids out of their seats and placed them on the ground where they ran to the door and waited for her patiently.

“Ma’am, don’t scream.” Fuck my life, I hate scaring innocent women and children.

Her body began to shake when she saw the three of us standing there. “April, we’re not going to hurt you. You need to stay calm.”

“How do you know my name?”

“Let’s go inside and we’ll tell you everything that you need to know.”

The kids stared with wide eyes until Grey scooped them up and began to distract them with funny voices.

April is still shaking as she walked into to the kitchen and pours a glass of wine.

“I feel like I’m going to need this.”

Sitting around the kitchen table I placed a manila envelope in front of her. “Before you read this, I need to understand how no one knows that you’re officially married to Senator Sampson?”

“We met when I was in college, I was from a small town in Georgia and he was this sexy older man who swept me off my feet. It never made sense to me how we ended up being together. But, I’d lost my dad to a heart attack and my mom passed away from health complications after a surgery. I guess I was just looking for love, you know?”

Playing with her wine glass, April took a sip.

“I knew he was ambitious, I just never knew how ambitious until he asked me if it would be ok to keep our relationship a secret. I broke up with him that day. I’m not a complete fool.”

“How did you end up back together?” Grey was listening intently.

“Apparently, birth control can fail. I ended up pregnant with the twins. He loved me and offered to marry me, but the only condition was that I could never reveal our relationship. It was no longer about me by then, it was also about the kids.”

Colt was tired of tiptoeing around what was in the envelope.

“It’s going to be hard to see what’s in that envelope.”

With that, April pulled out the contents and began to go through them one page at a time. It took 20 minutes for us to rip her world in two and there was nothing we could, or would, do about it.

“April, you have one hour to get the kids packed. We have to get you out of town before shit goes down. You’ve been in danger for some time, but now it’s going to be impossible not to be discovered by the Thirteen Crew.”

“How is he married to me when he believes this white supremacy bullshit?” Her voice shook with rage.

“We don’t think he was a true believer in the beginning. But, we’ve also seen some racist fucks who happen to love someone outside of their race and consider that person “the exception.” Either way, it’s bullshit and your husband has a target on his head and so do you and the kids.” Grey pointed out calmly.

“Can you help me access the offshore accounts and block him from them?”  April’s eyes are blazing with determination.

“Yes we can. He fucked up when he put your name on the accounts. Once access is cut off, there’s nothing he can do.” With a watery chuckle, April stood up

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m a housewife with no friends. No one will notice we’re gone.”

That was one of the saddest things I’d heard in a long-time.

“Grey is going to go with you and the kids. We expect you to be in danger for awhile.”

As soon as she and Grey left the room, Colt and I began setting up surveillance in the house. We’d brought 8 tiny cameras and set them up in every room with the intention of watching this motherfucker break down.

One of the other brothers would ride Grey’s bike back to the local clubhouse and he would drive April and the kids to the private airstrip to set off to a destination that only he knew. Grey was a licensed pilot and was normally the one who would fly Dad to meet with other MC presidents.

“We’ve got a problem, Sampson’s on his way back earlier than we’d expected.” One of the brothers had just gotten off of the walkie-talkie after being notified by one of the lookouts that was stationed in town.

“Shit, we have 15 minutes before they get here.” Colt began shouting out instructions “We need to get them the fuck out of here now!”

The clock was ticking and already I knew-we were too late. Gunshots began echoing through the night as Sampson’s private security force arrived and began their assault. Their goal was to intercept his family and get them away from us.

Clearly they weren’t a part of the Thirteen Crew because their goal would be to kill everyone.

Our hands were tied because we couldn’t risk April or the kids getting hurt. Apparently Sampson was concerned about the same thing.

“Don’t hurt the woman or the kids.” Slimy motherfucker.

“Damn, even when your family is being taken from you, you don’t even call her your wife or claim your kids. What kind of spineless fuck are you?” Grey called out. This type of mistreatment always got to him.

Sampson looked shocked when he got called out.

“We know all about your secret family, the drugs, and the Thirteen Crew.” Colt taunted him.

“Stay down!” Grey’s voice carried across the gunfire.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” April joked. She was handling it better than I expected. Most likely, she was still in shock.

“Follow that car!” Sampson shouted and his part of his team rush towards the car that they had recently abandoned.

“Shoot the fucking tires out.” Colt shouted. I aimed for the car and Sampson too.

“Aagh! You shot me.” Sampson crumpled to the ground clutching his leg.

Shooting again, I hit his hand. He was in shock from the pain that he’s just staring at the hole that’s left. His eyes were shiny with tears as he watched April and the kids climb into the car.

She doesn’t look back at him.

“How does it feel to have your world crumbling around you? No wife, no kids, no Senate? All of your money gone? Did you check your off-shore accounts? You’re fucked. It’s all gone. You made a mistake when you put everything in April’s name. But, we took care of that for her. You sold your soul to the Devil and now it’s collection time.”

As I watched this pathetic man whimpering on the ground, I feel a sense of calm. This man was going to be a part of my past, finally.

“Ross, do you mind if I call you Ross? It would probably be easier if I killed you. But, I don’t want your blood on my hands. Instead, I’m going to let your crew take care of you. I’m sure there is a special place in your world for “race traitors.” The words burned like acid on my mouth.

“But, before we leave, I have a question for you. Were you a believer when you killed my father? Did you know that I saw what happened? And how in the fuck did you get a beautiful woman like April to date you? How did you keep this shit secret?”

Honestly, I was trying to figure out how he lived two separate lives so perfectly.

“Did she fulfill your black girl fantasies? I hope she laughs every time she spends her money in the future and forgets all about you. How could you spew all this hate and go home to your family? How does that fucking work, you piece of shit?”

My calm has escaped me and now I’m shouting at this asshole.

“Answer me you prick!”

“I don’t hate black people. I loved the power, the money, being a man that people feared.”

“Did you love killing people? The power that it gave you?” As I asked that question, Colt kicked his leg.

“Yes, dammit, yes. I loved every second of it.”

“Did you ever love April and the kids?” Curiosity got the better of me.

“I love them now.” He was openly weeping.

“What is the story that April is supposed to tell your kids at night? About who you were and what you did?”

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t love them enough to stop the shit you’ve been doing.” Grey said while squatting down and looking at him.

“That’s not true, I was making plans to leave the States. That’s why I was moving the money into the off-shore accounts.”

“It’s too late now, payback is a bitch.” With that we prepared to leave.

He had no idea we’d installed cameras throughout the house with the intention of finding out who else was in the crew.

“Brother, we have to go.”

“Who are you?” Sampson whimpered.

“I’m the son of one of the men you killed. You can spend some time trying figuring out who he was before your crew arrives.”

With that parting comment, Colt and I left to the satisfying sounds of Sampson crying.

Bastard.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Colt grinned at me as we got on our bikes and headed back to the Clubhouse.

Wes-The Clubhouse

The Thirteen Crew arrived an hour after we did. Sampson was pitiful to watch as he tried to get out of the restraints, unless he was David Blaine, there was no way he was getting out.

What we didn’t expect was the high level of paranoia these Aryan assholes lived in. One of the crew entered the room wearing a mask and swept it for electronic signatures associated with bugs.

Fortunately, we’d also planted a small camera. They discovered all of the bugs, but missed the camera.

We settled in to watch the fun begin. The angle of the camera was a little off, but we were able to catch the conversation and also the signet ring on the head guy’s finger.

“Son, you betrayed the Thirteen Crew and we can’t have that. What did you tell those white trash assholes?”

“Nothing, the problem they had was with me, it was personal.” There’s nothing better than hearing that prick try to weasel his way out of a situation that there’s no getting out of.

“It may have been personal, but your dirty laundry spilled onto my floor. And, you had a relationship this whole time with the enemy? How do you explain that? This will not do. We’re going to kill you, that woman, and those kids too. That’s what happens when you fuck us. It will be like you never existed. Shame because we had great plans for you.”  As the man continues to talk, I’m beginning to feel like his voice sounds familiar.

Stepping forward, the man pulled the trigger and turned slightly to the left. The face that we saw shocked us to the core.

“Is that who I think it is?” Colt asked.

“Holy shit, yes.” I answered

“Tell no one, we have to show this to Dad. We also need to make copies of this and scrub all of the electronic signatures related to this recording. And, we have to pull it off the cloud.”

The whole MC was now in danger.

“Let’s get the fuck out of this town and back to our women.”

We made our way back to Colorado as if the hounds of hell were following us.

RiRi

Having Wes gone for so long, gave me time to think about our relationship and what I wanted moving forward. My therapy sessions with Lavandra become even more helpful as we worked through all of my shit.

The turning point came when I told Lavandra that I wanted Wes to begin attending therapy if he wanted to move forward with me.

“Ri, are you prepared emotionally if he says “no” to your request? MCs are notorious for being incredibly secretive and being overwhelmingly resistant to using therapy. They like to hold their secrets close.”

I had faith that it would work out. It was a huge thing to ask, but I wanted both of us to be emotionally healthy before we moved forward. I also told her about losing my baby.

“There is nothing I can say to take away your feeling of loss. All I can do is help strengthen you for the journey that’s life and support you as you work through your grief.”

I’d become even closer to the Carter family and had begun spending more time hanging out with Samara and her best friend Juniper.

The mornings were spent journaling, it was hard for me to do, but Lavandra had insisted that I get in the process of active reflection each day so that I didn’t hold onto anything that I didn’t need to.

Dipping a spoon in the honey jar, I snuck a quick taste before heading into the living room to study. I almost had a heart attach when I saw Wes standing there looking windswept, a little dusty, and gorgeous.

“Dammit Wes, are you trying to give me a heart attack?” Running to him, I jump in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist.

Kissing as if our life depended on it, I loved every second of it.

“You taste like honey. Let me have some more.” Sucking on my tongue as he walked us into the kitchen, I wondered what he was up to.

Placing me on the counter he kissed the corner or my mouth.

“MeMaw is going to kill us, getting busy in her kitchen.” I warned him.

“We’ll clean up later.” He promised. “Now, close your eyes babe.”

“I don’t think I should.”

“You’ll love it.”

Gentle hands take off my blouse and then cup my breasts, flicking my nipples through my lacy bra. “God, how I love your breasts.”

“What was that?” Something wet had fallen on me.

“Oops, let me get that. How did that honey get there?”

His tongue licked the spot leaving me sticky, hot and wondering what was next. More drops of honey landed on my leg, along my upper thigh…and so did his mouth. He would lick each drop, nibble, then suck and repeat each tortuous move again.

My hand began to inch down.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” Frowning at Wes, I’m about to make my displeasure known.

“Let me help you with that.” I loved it when he helped me out.

In that moment I was so glad that I was just wearing a t-shirt and nothing else. He was about to get a surprise.

“You’re naughty RiRi. No panties. What were you doing before I returned? Let me taste your fingers and check.” Lifting my hand he sucked and discovered my dirty secret.

“You taste so sweet. I think I need to inspect some additional places sweetheart.”

My eyes were still closed as he shifted me into a new position and stepped away.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting a glass of water.”  Ice clinked as he took a sip of water.

Moving my thighs again, he kissed me through my panties.  Then, pushing my panties to the side, he sucked me gently, the chill of his mouth from the ice cube he’d just sucked on warming quickly on me.

Then, his tongue slid inside me and then up my lips as he slid one finger, then two into me.

“More…”

He then added another finger, stretching me deliciously. Playing me with the skill of a musician, he creates a symphony with each sigh and moan that drops from my lips.

“Keep your eyes closed.”

Even if I wanted to open them, I couldn’t.

All I did was nod. He moved from my clit and slowly licks his way back up to my breasts, bringing my t-shirt up one lick at a time until I’m completely exposed and becoming completely undone.

“Ri, I want you to touch yourself. Show me how it should be done.”

And so I do.

Touching my breasts, pinching my nipples, and playing with myself until he groans and moves forward.

“Are you ready for me babe?”

“Yes.”

He stops teasing me and slips his hardness into me slowly until I tell him that I want it hard.

“Fuck me like you mean it.”

That night is wild, primal, and so damn hot.

Then, he puts my back out.

Wes

There is nothing that I want more than to come home to this woman every night, make love, memories, and babies.

After a night spent making love, I wake up to look at her and count my blessings. I’d almost lost the best thing in my life.

Her hair is a mess of curls everywhere and the tip of her breast is peaking out from the covers, bending over, and kiss it.

Then, I kiss her neck and temple.

Moving her closer, I pray that I can protect her from the storm that the MC is now in. The last thought on my mind is how Grey and April are doing.

Rage-Church

Grey is in the wind and hasn’t checked in for three days. Senator Ross Sampson had been exposed as the head of the Western faction of the Thirteen Crew and his body was discovered with “Traitor” branded onto his forehead with his dick stuffed in his mouth for the crime of procreating with a black woman.

The bigger issue is that my sons have discovered who is the leader of the Thirteen Crew and now everyone is in danger.

Looking out at my brothers, I wondered again, if we had another traitor in our midst? Staring at the hard drive in my hand, I knew that I couldn’t trust anyone else with this secret.

The truth is that the wolf is hiding in sheep’s clothing.

“Brothers, we’re about to go to war. This time our enemy cannot be underestimated. I’m not sure where this will end, but the Sons will come out on top.”

I’m getting too old for this shit, and I knew that this would be my last rodeo. It was time for my sons to take over.

“As usual, everything is on a need to know basis. On to good news, Wes has an announcement.”

Wes

Opening the door, I look at RiRi and hold her hand as we walk into Church.

I thought about the night before and how after we’d spent hours making love, the next day RiRi had handed my ass to me.

“Wes, we need to talk.”

Those were the last words I expected to hear after the night we’d just had. “Ok, what do you want to talk about?”

“While you were gone I spent a lot of time working about what I want moving forward.”

“Ok.” I’m still not sure where this is going.

“The thing is, I’m really messed up, Wes, after all the stuff that I’ve gone through.” As I began to shake my head, she stopped me. “It’s true and I’m not ashamed of it. Few people make it through life without some scars.”

Kissing me on the lips she smiles.

“The thing is, you have scars too. And, before we go any further, I need you to promise me that you’ll speak to someone about what you’ve gone through too.”

This was the last thing that I’d expected. What she wants from me is something that I would only do for her and so after several hours of talking and making love again, I agreed to go to therapy.

At first she didn’t believe that I was planning on declaring her as my Old Lady in Church today either.

“Ri, you’re mine and there is nothing that is going to stop that from happening.”

“Wes, we need to talk about the fact that I was a sweet butt and I’ve been with some of the brothers.”

“I’m going to tell you something that will shock you. My mom was also a sweet butt. I’m never going to judge you for making the best of a bad situation.”

With that conversation in mind, we face the crew and I declare RiRi my Old Lady.

Wes-That Night

“What’s it like no longer having your father’s death hanging over your head?” RiRi looked at me seriously as we lay on the bed.

“This might sound strange but, I’m feeling a little lost. It’s like I had this huge piece in my life missing and now that I’ve found that piece, it’s not the right one.”

“They say that revenge is a dish best served cold. Do you feel badly about what happened to Sampson?” There was no judgment in her eyes as she looked at me.

“No, he deserved everything thing that was coming to him. April was the collateral damage along the way that he created. Sooner or later, she would have been discovered.”

“Have you heard from Grey?” Everyone was beginning to worry. It was completely unlike him to not check in and he was protecting a family.

“No.”

Grey

The Sons of Chaos and Carnage

Book #3

Gunshots echoed through the air as we ran with the kids to the car. April’s husband apparently didn’t really give a shit that his forces may hit his wife and kids.

Our crew continued to return fire and I peeled out of there like a bat out of hell. The kids were whimpering in the back as April tried to keep them calm.

Shifting, I tried to ignore the tightening in my pants and was amused that my dick would notice how beautiful she was at the worst possible time.

How that gorgeous woman ended up with that prick is beyond me. She would be a widow by the end of the night and the knowledge was in her eyes as she looked at her husband one last time.

Fortunately, she would also be a multi-millionaire with hidden funds because Senator Ross Sampson, wannabe white nationalist, had moved all of his money into off-shore accounts in her name.

The strangest part of this story, April was his hidden black wife. I couldn’t make this shit up if I tried.

“Grey, where are we going?”

I might as well tell her, she would know soon enough.

“We’re heading to the airport.”  As a licensed pilot, I would be flying us to our next destination where we would lay low for awhile.

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll tell you when we get there.”

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Books

The Destructive Love Series books can be read as standalones….

Distorted Truth, The Destructive Love Series, Book #1

Distractive Love, The Destructive Love Series, Book #2

Daunting Love, The Destructive Love Series, Book #3

Delicious Ruin, The Destructive Love Series, Book #4

Dangerous Desires, The Destructive Love Series, Book #5

Daring Love, The Destructive Love Series, Book #6

Sons of Chaos and Carnage Series

These books can be read as standalones

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The Billionaire McCullough Brothers Trilogy (Colorado BWWM)

Unwanted Desire, Book #1 (Available for Pre-Order)

What if you could do things over and avoid hurting someone?

Cheyenne James is the daughter of one of the few black families in the town of Cedarwild, CO. She's the middle-daughter in a family that shines bright. Painfully shy, incredibly brilliant, she works hard to find her way in a town that she's unable to shine in.

She dreams of the day when she can go away.

Connor McCullough is the most popular kid in town, son of the richest man in town and her bully. He plays a particularly cruel trick on Cheyenne at the end of high school prompting Cheyenne to leave and vow to never return to Cedarwild again.

10 Years Later

Cheyenne returns for her high school reunion. She, returns only because her family and best friend beg her to return to the town that she has avoided for so long. While still shy, she's changed over the years and has seen the world and become incredibly successful in her own right.

Connor is a man is at the crossroads of his life and trying to make amends for the choices he's made in the past. He's now a single father and trying to do right by his son and show him how to be a good person. When he sees Cheyenne at their high school reunion he now has the opportunity to right his biggest wrong-all of the years he spent tormenting her.

Sparks will fly in this second chance contemporary bwwm romance.

Standalone Books

Ivy

Paranormal Reverse Harem Standalone Bully Romance

Available for pre-sale

I was born after the oceans rose and the farmlands burned away becoming a cracked wasteland of dead earth. Countries folded and reformed as people were pushed away from the coasts and further into what was called the Heartland.

An unintended consequence of this environmental change, was the evolution of some humans into something...more.

I'm unremarkable in every way, except for one, I can grow things. My friends joke that I should have been called "Poison Ivy" but I was too nice.

In order to learn more about the Evolved and in a desperate race to save the planet, Evolution Academies were created to study and nurture those who had Evolved.

One day my life is turned upside down when I'm given admission to the Academy-even though I haven't evolved. I'm not sure who's behind my acceptance into the school, but I'm trying to find out.

My admission is a change to the status quo and there are those who don't like it.

The four most powerful guys in school want me gone and will do anything to make it happen.

Evolution Academy will have me questioning everything, including my own humanity.

This is a paranormal reverse harem bully romance with a gorgeous Black woman and four hot guys with four different ethnicities. Don't worry, without her there is nothing. Evolution Academy is the equivalent of college.