Page 13 of Cuckoo (Devil’s Murder MC #7)

“ W hat do you mean? She’s your cousin’s kid?” I asked Lou, folding my arms across my chest.

I didn’t mind if the old crow had family or if it meant Katrina still had a living relative. I was concerned about the money. How many people knew about the thirty million and that Katrina was the heiress?

“My cousin was a senator seventeen years ago for the great state of Nevada. The Rossi name used to mean something. He was honest, hardworking, and a politician who actually kept his word. He invested his money and made a fortune.”

“Wow, Lou.”

“They had a little girl. A sweet little thing with big brown eyes, pigtails, and a smile that could melt any heart.”

My Katrina. “What happened to them, Lou?”

“Some bad shit, Cuckoo. My cousin uncovered corruption high up in the government. It bled into the white house. Not the president or V.P. but other senators.”

I clenched my fists as my hands dropped. “Would it be associated with a religious fanatic group?”

He frowned. “How do you know about that?”

I shook my head. “The Sect of Primordial Light?”

Lou smacked his cane against his scooter. “Tell me how you know about them, son.”

“When I was sent to foster care, they came to the house. When I was eight, a little girl was dropped off. She was only five.”

I heard Lou making a choking sound in his throat.

“When they came for me, I hid her in my closet.”

Lou paled. “Fuck.” He seemed to be fighting an emotional battle. “You tellin’ me that my little Katrina and you were in foster care together, and those motherfuckers touched you!?”

By the time he got to the last couple of words, he was shouting.

“Lou.” I swallowed against the sudden lump in my throat. “I protected her. Saved her. Nearly every time.”

“But you.” He faltered.

“I did what I had to do to survive.”

“Fuck. I know, son. I know.”

I’d never seen Lucky Lou look this distraught. Even when Rook died, he didn’t cry. But right now, staring at me, the sheen of tears in his eyes nearly broke me.

“Were her parents murdered?”

“Yes,” Lou replied firmly. “I don’t believe the police report that stated it was a drunk driving accident. It was falsified. Those Sect bastards had them killed.” Horror washed over his features. “They had her taken into foster care intentionally.”

Fuck! “For revenge.”

“And their sick pleasures,” he agreed.

I didn’t tell him the only time they successfully got to Katrina was Halloween when she was thirteen. It would shatter him.

“I need you, Lou.”

“I know. I’m here for you both.”

“It’s more than that,” I revealed. “I think they’re coming back for Katrina.”

His whole body shook. “No fuckin’ way! We protect her.”

“That’s why I’m gonna need you to tell me, Crow, Eagle Eye, and Katrina everything you know.”

“Done.” He rapped his cane against the tire on his scooter. “Let’s get back to our girl. We never take our eyes off her. Not until this is resolved.”

“Agreed.”

“TELL ME WHAT YOU KNOW ,” Crow growled, sensing the news we had to disclose wasn’t shit he wanted to hear.

“Katrina is my cousin’s child,” Lou began.

“Shit. The politicians?”

He remembered.

“Yeah. The ones who were murdered.”

“You always did believe it wasn’t an accident.”

“And now I know they covered it up, taking Katrina away from me.” He shook his head. “I was her only living relative.”

Katrina sat beside Lou, keeping quiet until now. She reached for his hand and held it. “I wish I’d known.”

“I would have taken care of you like my own,” he swore.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ. These motherfuckers had stolen so much from me, Katrina, Lou, and her parents. They had to fucking pay for this!

“I know, Cuckoo. I see that need for retribution in your eyes. We’ll get it.”

That assurance was the only thing that kept me calm.

Katrina cleared her throat. “Do you think they’re going to come after me? For the money?”

Lou nodded. “And for another simple reason.”

I growled, reaching the same conclusion.

She turned to me. “What is it?”

“You got away.”

Katrina shivered. “My house isn’t safe, is it?” Her shoulders slumped. “I love that little house. I’ve worked so hard for it.”

Lou squeezed her hand. “We’ll make it safe for you again. I promise.”

“No matter what,” I added.

Crow nodded in agreement. “We need to know every detail you all remember. Anything, even if it’s small. We have to find these sick fucks and end them.”

“Stop them before they hit the Roost,” Eagle Eye agreed.

“I need to know everything about them. How they operate. Who they serve as clientele. Finances. Political ties. We’re going to crush them from the lowest level up to the top just so they know we’re coming for them, and we won’t quit until they’re decimated. ”

Crow pounded his fist on the table. “That’s fucking right.”

“I’m scared,” Katrina whispered.

Fuck. Right as I got her to feel safe, these motherfuckers had to come back and ruin it. “Baby.”

“What if we’re all wrong? What if they think I’m not a threat, and they never come after me?”

It wouldn’t work like that. “They know about the money. It had to be part of the motivation for killing your parents. It’s the reason they’ll strike soon. They want access to those funds.”

“But I’ve not seen or heard anything. No one bothers me.”

“It doesn’t mean you’re safe,” Lou replied. “I hate it, but it’s true.”

“We need to protect our businesses and assets, Eagle Eye.” Crow ticked his chin toward our tech. “Jackdaw Security & Bail Bonds, LLC. Rook’s Towing & Recovery, LLC. Rook’s Pawn & Loans. See to it that they’re all secure. Untouchable.”

“Already done,” he assured Crow.

“And our accounts?”

“Also secured. No one is touching anything of ours.”

“Then it’s time to bring this to church.” Crow slapped his palms on the table. “Cuckoo, call them in.”

For the next two hours, we met and discussed all the details, assuring every member of the club understood what we were up against, how it affected Katrina, Lou, and me, and how we planned to stop this child sex trafficking group.

By the time church ended, the mood had shifted. Nobody was happy about this turn of events, but every member voted to fight these motherfuckers and make them pay.

I stood at the end, hugging Katrina against my side, touched that my brothers would risk their lives to help me and Katrina. And also, Lou. His scooter idled beside my woman, a silent supporter of all the club had decided.

“It’s late. You hungry?”

“Yeah.” Her stomach rumbled. “Fried chicken?”

It was her cheat meal and her favorite. “You bet.”

“I’m comin’,” Lou announced.

“You better. I can’t eat all that food by myself.”

He snickered. “I just want extra banana pudding.”

“Then that’s what you’ll get.”

I smiled because now they each had someone else to spoil them, and I fucking loved it.

“Well. Move it, son. You hear her stomach? She’s about to starve.”

I laughed. “Yes, sir. Let’s roll out.”

“FUCK, BABY,” I GROANED as Katrina stared up at me, her delicate fingers wrapped around my shaft like she couldn’t wait to devour me. “Seeing you like this is fucking addicting.”

We got back from dinner with Lou an hour ago, and now both of us were naked, already enjoying round two since I made her come first after we reached my room.

“Jesus. You gotta use that pretty mouth before I explode.”

She smirked, flicking out her tongue to taste me as she ran it along the length, gliding it over the thick vein underneath.

“Such a tease.”

Her mouth covered the tip, and she sucked, pulling the sensitive crown between her lips and allowing the warm wetness to surround it. I jolted, one hand slapping against the wall in order to stay upright.

“Damn, angel. You keep sucking me like that, and I’m going to spurt down your throat.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

Fuck. I hoped so.

She eagerly devoured me, shoving my cock into her mouth like she needed to be stuffed and couldn’t wait another minute. If I died right now, I wouldn’t regret a single thing. Nothing other than her pussy ever felt this fucking amazing.

Her soft touch and tender licks were at war with how aggressively she held onto me and bobbed her head, messy, dripping saliva from her mouth, but so fucking eager to please me that I could come from that knowledge alone.

“You’re so good at this, baby.”

She loved my encouragement. I could see it with the way her brown eyes deepened, and the lust filled them, but also a twinkle of determination and love. She was enjoying this as much as I was, which was a turn-on.

I could feel my orgasm building fast. I began to pump my hips, stroking her long dark hair until I placed my hand on the back of her head, slowly guiding her movements. She slurped and gagged but didn’t stop, only caring about my pleasure.

My growls and groans of approval got her excited, too.

She lowered her hand, reaching between her legs to play with her clit as she gripped me, still doing her best to bob her head as she moaned. The vibration of her voice, the heat, the saliva, and the wave of bliss were too much.

I shuddered as I came, fucking her face briefly as I gave in to the pleasure. My cum filled her mouth and overflowed, spilling onto her chin as she swallowed several times. It wasn’t enough to contain it all.

With satisfaction, I brought her to her feet, watching her slide the rest of my jizz into her mouth and lick her fingers clean.

“So good.”

Fuck. Me. I needed this every single day for the rest of my life.

“Angel, I’ve just been pussy whipped.”

“Lip whipped, too?”

I snorted. “That mouth is dangerous.”

“So you can’t get enough?”

“No,” I growled.

“Then you need to fuck me, Cuckoo. Give me my bad-boy biker. Pound my pussy until I scream your name.”

Jesus. “As you wish.”

A minute later, I had her on the bed, her legs over my shoulders, and grunted as I slammed deep inside her.

When we both came together, I had a feeling all this sex was about to reward us. I pulled out of her, leaving my cum as it marked her, and rested my head on her tummy.

Someday, I’d have children with my mate. Until then, I’d sure enjoy the practice.