Page 16 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

RUTHLESS

My brothers and I ride out on our third run to cripple Toby’s business.

Standing in the center of another of his warehouses, this one located on the outskirts of Chicago in Oak Park. I snarl behind my skeleton gaiter and clear glasses that double as a camera, peering up at the surveillance camera. His men are scattered on the floor like giant ants. Dead.

Webbs, Flock, Flex, Legos are with me. Squid insisted on joining us. Psycho joins us through the glasses I’m wearing. My brothers haul tan wooden crates out of the warehouse.

Gripping a crowbar in my gloved hand, I widen my arms. “I’m back, bitch.” A maniacal chuckle rumbles in my chest.

“I was shot at the warehouse we hit last. You couldn’t keep me down. We’re rounding up your crates and we’ll sell your shit.” I point the crowbar at the camera.

“You have six minutes to get out of there,” Psycho says in my earpiece.

I notice Webbs and Flock carry out the last crate.

“I have what you’re looking for. She’s no longer yours you sick fuck. Don’t worry you’ll see her soon on my arm,” I chuckle again before flipping a zippo and tossing it onto the floor. It sparks a trail of flames as I walk out of the warehouse.

I can imagine the fury on his face.

This time I climb on my bike, strap on my helmet, and twist the throttles.

My Harley roars to life under me. Pain radiates in my side.

I told Sophie I was doing well. I wasn’t completely honest. I had to make this run.

This motherfucker’s empire would crumple at the hands of the Royal Bastards MC.

Jameson gave the ok to give these crates of weapons to chapters in Detroit and St. Louis.

I’m on a mission to hit the rest of the warehouses fast.

Riding in formation Squid is on our six watching out for potential threats. Psycho is in my ear as he flies a drone nearby.

Once we reach the warehouse Flock parks the truck in the oversized garage out back. My brothers pat my back as we enter the clubhouse.

“That was an awesome run,” Flex states.

All eyes turn to us.

I raise a hand, “Beer on me,” I roar.

Legos circles his big arm around my neck. “Great job Ruthless.”

Prez walks toward me with a grin on his face. “I take it that things went well?”

A smile curls my lips. “It did.”

Bonnie, one of the waitresses’ approaches, placing a beer in Prez’s hand. My brothers and me who went on the run take a beer off the tray.

Prez turns to face our brothers. “The run Ruthless, Webbs, Flock, Flex, Legos, Psycho, and Squid went on was successful. Yeah,” he roars.

The club goes wild.

“Yes,” they yell.

Prez raises his beer again. “We’re giving weapons to clubs in nearby cities. We want to make sure our Royal Bastards brothers make money too,” he shouts.

I lunge my beer bottle in the air. “We’re destroying the asshole who took from us. No one steals from the Royal Bastards MC,” I roar.

Every biker bangs their fists on the tables sparking excitement throughout the clubhouse.

We sip our beers and converse with our brothers. A group of the club sluts’ approach, chatting with the guys.

One of them meets my gaze. “Hey, Ruthless, want to chill later,” Sara asks.

“No, just chilling with my brothers. Flex might want some action later.” I pat his arm.

“Ruthless is off the market,” Webbs adds.

Sara’s mouth drops open. “No, I thought they were joking when the girls said you kidnapped some woman and refused to let her go.

“Nope they weren’t joking.”

I pull Legos aside. “I’m out of here.”

He squeezes my shoulder. “Everything’s fine on the home front. Two prospects, Vanish and Rogue confirmed everything’s good.”

I release a breath. “Thanks.”

After going over some business with Prez, Viper, and Brillo, I return home. I smell like gasoline. As I approach the gate on my Harley I chat with my brothers.

“Everything’s been good tonight. We each walked the premises. Your princess is tucked away inside.” Rogue says.

Of course, I know she’s safe because I checked surveillance videos. I noticed she was in her bedroom. Sophie is so hardheaded.

“Thanks, brothers.”

“It’s no problem,” Vanish adds.

Once through the gate, I park my bike in the garage. The garage door descends as I step into the mud room. I kick off my boots and walk through the house just to be sure every room is secure.

Eating her pussy had been on my mind as I left the house earlier.

She tastes so fucking sweet. Right for me.

I didn’t expect her to drop to her knees and suck my dick.

The way she catered to me blew my mind and pissed me off at the same time.

That asshole Toby taught her how to suck dick like a pro.

Of course he did. He had to benefit before he sold her into the grimy world of sex trafficking. She’s all mine now.

I wince as I climb the stairs. After checking each room, I open my bedroom door.

Sophie sits in the center of the bed with the blanket wrapped around her torso.

She couldn’t have been in here long. She turns her attention from the TV and climbs out of bed.

Her hands roam over the bullet-proof vest checking it for damage.

Her eyes meet mine as her fingers stop on the damaged cut on the right chest area.

“As you can see, he’s a dangerous man if his men keep putting bullets in you,” she cries.

I pull her close. “Calm down, Sophie.”

Her brown eyes dart up meeting mine. “You smell like gasoline.”

I tug the hem of my shirt she’s wearing. Loving that she’s dressed in my shirt. “I’m hopping in the shower.”

“There’s dinner in the fridge. If you want it.”

I kiss her lips. “I love your food. Of course I want it.”

“You told me I don’t have to cook for you.”

“And you keep making enough to feed us both,” I reply.

She giggles and turns on her heels. The shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of her bare ass. She wants me to eat her pussy again. My cock hardens in my jeans at the sight. Fuck, Sophie’s driving me crazy.

After my shower I walk into the bedroom, with a towel resting on my hips. Water cascades down my muscled body.

“You and I have business to discuss,” I say before walking out the bedroom.

Worry hangs on her beautiful features.

“Don’t look stressed. I’ll protect you.”

She’s on my heels of course.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

I grab the container out the fridge and pop it in the microwave.

“I told your ex-boyfriend you’re with me now.”

She visibly swallows. “You saw him?”

“No. I spoke to the surveillance camera before the place went up in flames. Psycho made sure he got the message.”

I grabbed a fork out of the drawer and dug into the white rice, green beans, and pork chops.

“You and I are going to a little party Psycho found out about. It’s at club Crush in Hyde Park.”

“Yeah, I’ve been there several times. You sure we’ll be safe?”

“Sweetheart, me and my brothers will make sure he doesn’t lay a hand on you.”

“Ok,” she says like she’s pondering on my words.

“Wear an evening gown and a twenty-two strapped to your thigh.”

She smiles. “I can do that. I want to kill him, Mavis.”

I slip a sliver of pork chop into my mouth, chewing as I stare at her. “Slow down, he stole from us. I’ll be the one to snap his fucking neck.”

Her brows lower. “At least let me hurt him in some way.”

I hook an arm around her waist and pull her close. “I can do that.” My lips press against hers. The way she embraces our kiss tells me she wants more.

“One more thing, Mavis. I need a new phone.”

Is my woman milking this moment?

“I have to run my business.”

I stare at her for a moment.

“At least so I can communicate with my clients. You can be right there when I use it.”

“Fine. I’ll have Brisa bring one tomorrow.”

“She nods, turns on her heels and walks out the kitchen.

After I ate dinner, I returned to my bedroom. I take in her sexy ass sitting in the center of my bed again. Big black curls barreling down her back. She took the time to curl her hair for this moment. I want to make it special.

I step to the wet bar and prepare drinks for us. Two Jack Daniels. One on the rocks, one neat.

“What do you like to drink?” I ask as I move to the bed.

“Strawberry daiquiris, margaritas, whiskey, and any vodka drinks.” Sophie smirks.

I place the glass of whiskey on the rocks in her hand. I rip the towel from my waist and toss it in a nearby chair.

Her eyes fall on my cock that rises to the occasion.

“Is your pussy wetting my sheets?” My teeth sink into my bottom lip at the thought.

“Yes, she mutters as she brings the whiskey to her lips.

I climb in bed next to her, pulling the sheet over my dick. Her eyes move from the bruise on my chest to the gunshot wound on the side of my torso.

My head rests on the headboard as I drink the whiskey.

Her warm fingers slip over my red and blue bruise on my chest.

“If you wouldn’t have worn the vest…” she whispers.

“But because of you I did.”

She smiles. “How’s the other wound? Sophie runs her hand toward my side.

I catch her hand.

She lifts a brow. “That bad, huh?”

“I’ll survive.”

“You could’ve waited to go out until you were completely healed.”

Her hand moves to my side anyway and I wince.

She pulls her hand back. “Good night, Mavis.”

“What are you watching?” I ask trying to change the subject.

She rests her head against the headboard too. “Peaky Blinders. Figured I’m living with a bad boy might as well get my feel of it on TV.” She takes another sip of her whiskey again.

“You don’t watch biker shows?” I ask.

“Nope. I tried too. It brought back so many memories. Good and bad.”

She downs the rest of the harsh liquor like she’s trying to drown the bad memories.

Sophie glances at me. “Why did you get upset when I sucked your dick? You didn’t want me to?”

“First of all, you didn’t have to suck my dick because I ate your pussy. Only do it because you want to.”

A sly grin lifts the corners of her lips. “I wanted to.”

I nod.

“Your head game is top tier, sweetheart…it’s just I know he taught you those pro skills.”