Page 16 of Tinsel & Chrome
Trixie
I see the men leaving Ezekial’s office and notice they all look pissed. That’s not a good sign. I grab a mug and fill it with coffee. Walking to the office, I knock on the door.
“Come,” he says.
I walk in and place the mug of coffee in front of him on the desk, and then walk over and shut the door.
“You okay?”
I ask him.
“Yeah. Just giving them a job. Apparently they dislike the idea of working on Christmas.”
He shrugs.
Ah. No wonder the men are pissed.
“Babe, just because you don’t celebrate doesn’t mean you have to be a grinch.”
Much to his consternation, I keep going, “You need to go easy on them. It is the holiday season, even if you refuse to acknowledge it.”
Ezekial
Trixie isn’t holding back with her opinions.
“I think you forgot who you’re speaking to,”
I remind her.
“No I didn’t,”
she challenges.
I stand up and walk over to her.
Putting my hand at the back of her head and wrapping her hair around it, I pull her in for a kiss.
We feverishly take each other’s clothes off, and for a moment, I just take her in.
She is absolutely stunning.
I look at the pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes.
My cock is damn near ready to explode just looking at her gorgeous body.
I lay her down on my desk.
With smoldering eyes, I start at her ankles, kissing her all the way up to the junction between her legs, making her break out in goosebumps.
I run my very skilled tongue in the middle to open her up for me.
Looking at her as she jumps and moans, I add extra pressure on her bundle of nerves.
Once I realize where the areas are, I have her writhing all over the desk.
After I play and taste her for a while, I suck on her clit.
She gasps and grabs my head, simultaneously holding it tight and pulling my hair.
I feel her legs tense up when her orgasm crashes into her as she bucks up into my face.
“Oh god, Ezekial, fuck.
That was...fuck, so good.”
Trixie gasps, still trying to catch her breath.
My cock is ready to explode, I put her legs on my shoulders and slide into her. I thrust into her hard and fast. I feel her swollen pussy clamping down on me. That’s all it takes for my release.
I pull away then help her off my desk.
She wears a lot of makeup—and I’ve managed to destroy every bit of it.
I remember Kiera saying it looked like crayons gangbanged her face.
While it amused me, I never wanted Trixie’s feelings to be hurt. If she wants to wear a lot of makeup, why shouldn’t she?
“Alright wench, I have work to do,”
I say as I slap her on the ass.
She giggles, finishes getting dressed, and then scurries out of the room—no doubt to serve whisky to the wounded souls I’m making work òn Christmas.
They need to be prepared.
This man they’re going to protect doesn’t want any protection, but his family insists.
He’s been receiving death threats, so the family doesn’t want him to go anywhere without a bodyguard.
In this case, he’ll have five.
Chaos, Blue, Dredge, and two prospects, Ernie and Harold.
They’ll help on the night shift.
Ernie will be a patched member soon.
I just need him to show Harold the ropes.
In a month, I’ll give him his cut with the patch sewn on.
He definitely deserves it; he’s paid his dues in quadruple.
He saved Dredge when he ate asphalt during a gunfight.
We lost another prospect that day—the one who managed to pull Dredge into the van.
Thankfully, Dredge was wearing a helmet.
Oslo, however, had no protection. While he was saving Dredge from the road, he was shot to death.
That was the Capreon Cartel; they were after us because we saved three women who were going to be trafficked.
Kiera, Chaos’s old lady, was one of them.
We took them from the Irish.
The Irish were going to sell them to the kingpin of the cartel, Damon King.
Damon King is now eliminated, but the Irish still need to be taken care of.
We’ve decided to wait.
Wait until they’re complacent, and they won’t even see us coming.
They think they’re free and clear. When I annihilate them, they’ll understand the meaning of true retribution.