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He eventually took me out of my misery as his primal urges kicked him into overdrive. He pumped in and out of me, friction increasing, his wild-man hair making his twisted face even more beautiful.

I angled my hips up high, moving in time with him as my breasts swayed. I listened as he cried out in sweet release, the hardness of him at his peak making me fall over the cliff with him one more time.

"Chloe!" he yelled out with passion as the veins in his neck strained. I'd gotten my biker fantasy realized after all.

5

FINN

Expect the unexpected in life, right? Well, hot-blooded Chloe from Edgewood was definitely that. In a good way.

I smiled as I drank my coffee at sunrise. The sun was barely up, but beautiful nonetheless. I was kicking back at the shoreline, just me and my bike. It was a big day. I'd called the crew in for a club meeting. If the task force was coming for us, we needed to be prepared. They wouldn't catch us with anything.

As I let the coffee hit my system, I grinned at the memory of Chloe's screams as I put the cock down on her. I'd wanted her back in high school like she wanted me; we just didn't get around to it… but we made up for it, that's for sure.

I let the citrine glow of the sun hit my tattooed body. I checked my watch. Seven a.m. I knew Pops would be up, and it was my job to protect him and my brothers. I re-sent a reminder message to the group for a club meeting.

My father came to mind, Frank 'the Bulldog' Finley. Shot in cold blood protecting his clan by a dirty fucking gang member. I missed him every day, but somehow I knew he walked with me. At first I was angry about his death, and seeing my mother cry herself to sleep for months on end was pure torture. I soughtretribution at every turn, but it ate me up inside, which is why I'd started lifting weights and boxing.

Pops had taken me aside one day at the club as I stormed in from a ride. He'd clamped his hand around the base of my neck. "Son, you gotta do something with all that rage in your heart, otherwise it will eat you alive. If you don't, you'll end up in the ground. You can't go around shooting everyone you think killed your father. We'll get the guy. Patience is the key." He'd winked. "Go run it off or somethin'."

Pops had seen a harrowing day or two at the club, as had my father. They'd known the biker life longer than me, but I'd learned from the best. I drained the last of the coffee in my cup and threw it in the trash. He was right; they got the guy. The little prick was from a rival club keen on the takedown. Didn't end well for him.

I sat on my bike and called Pops. "Hey Pops, it's Finn. Are we ready to go tonight?"

"Sure are. I alerted the warehouse already to start relocating the guns. We can't afford for us to get disbanded. Plus, we don't know if the task force will change the dates. They could switch it and sneak up on us. We need to be prepared for the hit."

"No arguments from me. See you tonight," I added.

"Good, see you later on."

The clubroom was tense that night. Every one of us had a drink in front of us. All thirteen plotting around the deep cherry oak table to keep the family legacy safe.

'To protect thine own' was the motto. The low industrial club lights cast shadows over us as Pops laid out the blueprint to ourwarehouses and gun storage points. He cleared his throat and spoke.

"So fellas, we all know why we're here. We got the Albuquerque task force trying to take a run at us. This ain't nothing we haven't seen before. Back in '78, me and this man's father"—Pops squeezed my shoulder—"had to outrun and outsmart New Mexico police... back then they called it Operation Steamboat, so I want you all to listen up and listen real good."

Pops's intense stare and laser-sharp eyes meant business. "We need to secure these warehouses. We not only have the cops on our ass, but we got that son of a bitch Savage from the Devils MC breathing down our necks for our guns." He slammed his fist on the table as I watched my whiskey swish around in the glass.

Axle spoke up. "I heard through the grapevine that the one I ran off the road, Killer they call him, is in the hospital with a broken leg." He snickered, revealing his ego. A few of the guys lifted their glasses and sneered with him.

Pops glared at him under the amber light. "It's going to take a lot more than that to bring them down. We're talking about a task force. Axle, I want you to move these guns from these three locations." Axle's cocky grin turned to surprise with the clip over the ears that Pops gave him. Pops pointed with his stubby fingers to the three spots on his makeshift map.

"I hear you, Pops. I'll take Rush, Shadow, and Havoc on a night run with me," he advised solemnly. "Where are we storing? Is it temporary or a new permanent location?"

Pops looked to me for assistance. I spoke up. "I have three new spots, but we're going to need to move the guns out of state. We can't keep 'em here. That task force is brutal. We got our Santa Fe connections storing them. Trucks coming on your go-ahead, Axle. Are you ready to move as soon as Sunday?" Sunday was two days away.

Havoc, Shadow, and Rush gave him the nod that they were ready. "Yup, we got you covered. Time and date and we'll help load 'em out."

I nodded grimly. "Hoagie, inventory? Are we looking good?"

Hoagie downed the last of his drink and replied, "Yup, everything’s accounted for. We still have customers to deliver to, so move carefully, fellas. Shit is to proceed as normal. Let's make this shift quick and painless. Given the hit we took on the warehouse location, this is a good move."

Tony, the club secretary, a suave-looking older man, nodded his head in agreement. "Money is good. Books are clean. I’ll cover any trails I can."

Pops nodded. "All right, that's the three locations down. We got two more, let's bring our prospects into the mix. Time to see what they're made of." He grinned, showing a few crooked teeth.

"Quicks, Shaggy, you guys ready?" I said, looking to them for support. "We're going to need you. I'm going to lead. We have fewer guns at these locations but should be okay. Red and Hawk, I'm going to need you both to flank as lookouts. I know it's not your usual role, but this situation calls for it."