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I can hear Ashley’s even breathing next to me. I worked hard to contain my fury, to just be there for her, absorbing her anxiety and pain. I found some solace in the spanking I administered to her, and the way I restrained her when I fucked her hard and rough, but now, the fury and hate are overwhelming. Crawling out of bed, I make a few phone calls. A short while later, bikes pull up at the gate, and I can tell it’s Pennywise, followed by Slender. As I let them in, they cut their engines and roll up in front of the house, like I asked them to. I don’t want them to wake Ashley.

Closing the bedroom door tight, I lead them into my man cave, which is at the other end of the house. There sits my other huge ass TV, several game stations, and a small but perfectly kitted-out gym.

After back slaps and shoulder hugs from my brothers, Slender asks, “Hey, bro, what’s on fire that you needed to drag us out in the middle of the night? It better be good, or I’ll have to beat your ass for interrupting my session with Ebony.” He’s smirking at me.

Pennywise looks at me in silence. He knows I wouldn’t have asked them to come if it wasn’t important. I sigh and gesture toward the seats dotted around. This will be neither easy, nor pleasant.

“Okay, boys, I’ve asked you to come over to let you know what Ashley disclosed earlier. I’m ready to kill, and you won’t stop me. This is merely a curtesy call.” My voice is hard as I push out my words, my throat thick as though coated with gravel.

I proceed to tell them everything Ashley told me. I can see their physical demeanor and mood change from curious to furious in under twenty seconds flat. Slender gets up halfway through and punches my wall-mounted striking punch pad and pummels my heavy boxing bag.

Pennywise is sitting stock still, cracking his knuckles one by one.

“Man, this is serious,” grates Slender. “Are you absolutely certain? You know what this could mean for Rusty? It has to go to the table, man. As much as I’d like to shoot the fucker right the fuck now, it has to be voted on. You know that.”

“No fucking vote needed,” I bluster, “ he’s dead, and I’m the one to put him down. The bastard deserves a slow, agonizing death.”

Pennywise nods at me. “I’m with you, brother, but Slender’s right. It’s gotta go to the table to be voted on, and we have to bring this to Raven. He needs to know what the hell is going on with his so-called VP. After that’s done, I’ll make sure you get your way, after I get in a few licks of my own.” He growls at me, his anger and need for violence are as palpable as mine.

“Keep Ashley with you and keep her away from the fat snake in the grass,” states Slender vehemently.

“Let us deal with Raven,” Penny agrees. “We have more to bring to the table as it is regarding that fat fuck. It’ll make sure he’ll be out bad.”

Extremely unhappy, I begrudgingly agree to keep an eye on Ashley, which I’d do anyway, and keep my hands off Rusty for now to let Slender and Pennywise deal with it. For now. I did not agree to not punching his lights out next time I see him, though. And fuck, am I looking forward to that.

I keep myself together, nod where appropriate, and keep my thoughts to myself. I’m seething, my temper boiling with unrestraint fury.

It’s been a long time since I’ve gotten my hands dirty with wet work, but I guarantee it won’t be a hardship this time around.

Re-arming the alarm after my club brothers leave, I quietly sneak into the bedroom, stand at the edge of the bed, and watch Ashley sleep, tired out from multiple orgasms, which hopefully quietened her head a little. I took control and demanded her submission. But not to the point I really needed.

I wouldn’t have been in full control had I let things go further than a spanking and restraining tonight. Not even fucking her mouth roughly could settle me tonight. I sit in the chair by the end of the bed, remember spilling my guts, telling her I love her. I never thought that’d be something I’d do. Nevertheless, it is true, and I was a fool not to realize sooner. I look at this strong woman in front of me with nothing but pride and admiration.

She carried this secret around with her for sixteen years. Fuck, she’s my hero. How could anyone ever think she’s weak? How hadn’t I seen what was going on? I noticed that she shrunk into herself whenever Rusty was about, how she avoided him like the plague. Her anxiety and nerves. I suspected something wasn’t right, but I never followed up on it. I blame myself, in part, for not having been there when she needed me, for keeping away from her. No more though. Not one moment longer is this incredible woman living in fear. My nerves are frayed, and I don’t think I’ll get much sleep, but I crawl into bed next to her anyway, pulling her back to my front, soaking in the heat she emits into my bones.

She’s like a furnace with legs, and that thought makes me grin. With her heat, I feel quiet roll over and envelope me. I’ve never been a cuddler, couldn’t wait to throw women out of my bed like a discarded condom. This is different, though. Peace settles over me as she feels so right in my arms. As though she was made for me, her body fits perfectly against mine. I breathe in her scent, which makes it easy to feel surrounded by her, making me slowly drift off to sleep.

I’m woken by my hard as steel cock enveloped by warm lips. What a way to wake up on a Saturday morning. I groan and lift the quilt off so I can watch Ashley drinking down my cock. Our eyes meet, and she smiles and winks at me, never lessening the suction. Man, she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. Her mouth is as amazing as everything else about her. I like her taking the initiative.

I can feel her sucking and nibbling on the head and her tongue teasing me until I have to close my eyes for a second. If she carries on, this will all be over way too soon. I grab her and pull her off my cock with a loud groan as I pop free from her devilish mouth.

I lift her over me, right to the top of the bed. My tongue glides through her wet folds. My woman is horny for me. Diving in, I feast on her. Her taste is driving me nuts. So delicious! I lose myself in her and push my tongue into her entrance, tongue fucking her. I can hear her moans of pleasure spurring me on.

“Please, Vince, please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“Please, I need to feel you in me. Now. I want to come on your cock.” Her husky voice reaches me, full of need and heat. I lift her and then shift and lower her over my throbbing cock. Her wish is my command. She grips me with her small hands and lowers herself, carefully at first, then slamming herself down on me. Small sounds of pleasure escaping her as I fill her completely. She keeps still for a few moments to adjust to my size. I can feel her heat enveloping me, so tight, so wet.

I can’t take any more and growl at her. She takes the hint and starts slowly moving up and down, sliding me in and out of her, then moving forward a little to get friction on her clit from my pubic bone. She finds her rhythm, and I watch her move, her tits bouncing in time with her body as she rides me. I pull her forward, closer to my mouth so I can catch her tight, hard nipple between my lips. I gently grind my teeth against it while my hand plays with her other nipple, twisting and pinching.

Her moans are music to my ears. I love that she’s vocal. “Fuck, yes, Vince,” she hisses, “Harder, babe.” I pinch her nipple harder and bite her other one. She moans in response, and I can feel her pussy tightening. Jesus, she’s strangling my cock. She pulls up, causing her nipple to pop out of my mouth, and then she slams down on me. Hard. With her scream, I can feel her orgasm gushing and milking my cock. It’s too much and I explode, pulling her hard onto me, rooting myself and releasing ream after ream of hot cum into her. I come harder than I can ever remember, and my vision dims with the intensity. When we’ve both caught our breath a bit, I smirk up at her.

“Way to wake up, princess. You can wake me like that every day.”

“That could be arranged, stud.” She grins back at me, happiness clearly shining out of her eyes. While still inside her, I roll us to the side and pull her close. I love feeling connected to her in this way. It’s the best feeling in the world. Wrapped in each other, we doze back off for a few hours. When I wake, the bed next to me is empty, and the sun sits high in the sky. Something smells amazing.

I get up, shower, and move into the kitchen, where I find Ashley in my T-shirt and her jeans, cooking bacon, eggs, and toast. The coffeemaker is on and a full pot of freshly brewed coffee sits on the warming plate. I sneak up behind her and wrap my arms around her, and she melts against me.

“Hey,” she murmurs as she turns her face to kiss me.

“Princess, what if that would have been one of the brothers?” I laughingly scold her.

“The alarm would have gone off, and I’d have beaten them into submission.” She’s mock threatening me with her spatula. I can’t help but laugh.

After a very late breakfast and me making use of the ideal height of the kitchen island to fuck her, and another shower—which lead to several orgasms for her—we finally get dressed. It’s now afternoon, and her phone has been dinging nonstop. She sighs and looks at it.

“It’s Sarah, asking about tonight.” She throws me a questioning glance. Damn, I forgot about the ‘meeting’ at Stormy’s. I sigh. “Dougal invited Sarah and mentioned everyone will be there.”

“Yeah,” I reply, “don’t worry. Rusty won’t be there. We don’t expect him back until the rally next week.” It bites to see the relief in her eyes at my reassurance.

???

We walk through the door at Stormy’s and are greeted with loud laughter and hollering. Ally and Sparks are at a table, arm wrestling, and by the looks of it, Ally is winning, much to the amusement of the brothers who actually cheer her on instead of Sparks.

“I put twenty on Ally,” screams Ashley while bouncing up and down in excitement. “Come on, sister, you can do it,” she cheers with the rest of us. Spen, as usual, keeps the books.

We have a great night, Ashley spending her winnings on drinks for Ally and the girls, and I can hear raucous laughter coming from the old ladies’ table from across the room. I smirk at Dougal, who’s standing next to me, keeping an eye on Sarah.

“You’re ogling her. Why don’t you just make it official? You’ve not been able to keep your eyes off her since you saw her at the clubhouse,” I tease him.

“Shut up, you prick. She’s not for me. She’s way too good for this life, and she has a teenage son with autism. That’s way too much for me to get involved in,” he counters without taking his eyes from Sarah.

“Whatever, man.” I laugh, slapping him on the shoulder as I move farther to the bar. I order my beer as Karen tries to flirt with me. As usual. Not noticing Ashley coming up behind me, it’s only when I hear her voice, cold and harsh, that I turn around. She’s glaring at Karen’s hand refusing to let go of my beer.

“Bitch, you better take your hands off my man if you want to keep them. Your hands, that is, as he wouldn’t touch any other part of you with a ten-foot barge pole,” she hisses at Karen. “Now, get back to work or crawl back into your little hole before I come around the bar and teach you a lesson.” I’m both surprised and proud of my little wild cat. Slender appears next to Ashley, glaring at Karen.

“You heard the lady. Get on with your job and leave the brothers alone.” His tone clarifies that he won’t stand for any back chat. Penny nods at me from the other end of the bar, letting me know they have it covered.

“Please,” orders Ashley, smiling sweetly at Karen. She turns to me, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

“Well roared, lioness,” I tease her, drawing her into my arms. She shrugs her shoulders and grins.

“I protect what’s mine.”

“Good to know.” I chuckle at her, throw my arm over her shoulder, and pull her into my side. She turns and grabs her drink, winks at me, then kisses my cheek and makes her way back to the old ladies’ table. I can hear Karen hiss and grumble but don’t catch what she said. I give Neil a nod, and he rolls his eyes at Karen behind her back. He leans over to me.

“Time to get rid of her, I think.” I have to agree. Karen’s getting way too big for her boots and is developing five-foot-two short person’s syndrome, with a big mouth and nothing to back it up. She’s like an annoying fly—you can swat all you like, but you just can’t get rid of the pesky thing.

I stand with my brothers as Raven bellows out for silence. “Silence, assholes! This is supposed to be a meeting.” He smirks. “The reason I asked you here tonight is to announce the closure of Stormy’s from tonight onwards for a refurbishment. We’ve bought the warehouse behind the bar and will turn it into a high-end strip club.” Whistles and hoots sound from everywhere, locals and club brothers alike.

“Renovations will take roughly three months, and we plan to open in four, with new bar staff, dancers, and a free round on the house.” The crowd cheers. “We’ll make further announcements soon, so keep your ears and eyes peeled. Neil will manage the place, so any ideas for bar or club names bring to him or me, and we’ll vote on it,” Raven finishes. I knew what was going to happen, but the rest of the brothers are stunned. A roar of whistles, clapping, and foot stamping goes around the bar.

When the bar returns to the usual clatter, Raven turns to Karen. “Unfortunately, the new staff will not include you. After tonight, you’re history. No one treats my family like shit and gets away with it. Count yourself lucky that you’re a woman.” Karen looks at Raven in absolute shock.

She pales and splutters. “But Raven—”

He interrupts her. “I don’t want to hear it. You’re out the door after tonight and banned from being employed by the Stormy Souls MC in any further capacity.” I watch Dawg penning things down on a piece of paper.

“Got it, Prez. I’ll write it into the official notes in church tomorrow,” he throws in with a satisfied smile on his face.

Next thing I register is Sarah shouting, running toward me. “Vegas, get your ass over here, something is wrong with Ashley,” she yells and everyone, as one turns toward the old ladies’ table, where I see Ashley slumping over and Ally shouting at her

“Ash? Ash, what’s wrong? Ashley!” She slaps Ashley hard as I run over to the table, followed by Raven and the brothers.

Fuck, what’s going on? I pick a limp Ashley up and cradle her. She’s breathing, but out cold.

“Shit! Someone call 9-1-1! She’s unconscious!” I hear the icy panic in my own voice, and I watch as Slender and Penny empty the bar. Neil has disappeared, and so has Karen, probably sent home. Raven kneels next to me, holding Ashley’s hand, fear for his sister clearly written on his face. He looks as though he’s aged twenty years in thirty seconds.

The ambulance arrives and takes Ashley from me. I don’t want to let her go, but Penny and Slender restrain me. “You need to let her go so they can work on her.” Their stern faces tell me they’ll do more than physically restrain me if I get in the way of the EMTs.

As she’s loaded into the ambulance, connected to IV lines and monitors, one of the technicians asks, “Who is going with her?” I step forward, as does Raven.

“I’m her brother,” he says, and I counter like a petulant child.

“She’s my fiancée.”

Slender and Penny hold Raven back. He wants to plant his fist in my face, but I don’t care. Jumping into the back of the ambulance, I cling onto Ashley’s hand the whole way to the hospital.