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  Once the door closes behind them, Monica turns her face upward toward me. Her gentle brown eyes are full of compassion. “I’m so sorry, Xander. I was hoping this wasn’t true, but it is. Now, we need to get to the club and make a plan. We can’t go in there half-cocked and get Danyella and possibly ourselves killed.”

  “I know, Bug. I know. I’m so pissed thinking she’s been here hidden from me for the past six months. Someone out there knows something.” I grind my teeth to stop myself from flying off the handle.

  “And we will figure out who.” Monica places her hands on my cheeks, keeping me grounded. “Once we find her, you’ll have free rein to do what you do; inflict as much pain and suffering on them as you can.”

  “I love the way your mind works.” I lean down, closing the space between our lips. I wrap an arm around Monica’s waist and pull her against me. Her soft curves ignite an inferno throughout my body. I kiss and nip up the column of her throat. The moan escaping her mouth turns my cock rock solid. I need to forget for just a little while. I need her body to help erase the image of my baby sister being held captive. I need Monica’s sweet pussy wrapped around my cock, milking me for all I have. I need to be grounded and this woman is the only one who can control my tortured soul.

  “Do it, Xander. Take my body the way you need it.” The lust dripping from her voice fuels me on.

  I pick Monica up so she can wrap her legs around my waist and carry her toward her bedroom. Her lips are everywhere, peppering my face, ears and throat with kisses. She’s grinding down on my cock with force.

  “Unlock the door.” My voice is husky with need.

  Monica pulls her lips off my neck and I set her feet on the floor. She turns around so her plump ass is against my aching cock. I keep her against me, trailing my hands underneath her t-shirt, cupping her tits. They fill my hands perfectly. She squirms under my grasp, but I don’t stop. I lick and suck the side of her neck, driving her insane. If she doesn’t unlock her door in three seconds, I will take her against the wall.

  Monica fumbles with the keys to unlock her door, but she finally gets it. Once the door swings open, I lead us into the bedroom. She’s still in front of me with her back against my chest. I yank her t-shirt up over her head and dump it on the floor. Monica unbuttons her jeans. I trail one hand inside of her jeans, past her panties and cup her warm, wet pussy while the other is still caressing her tit. Monica moans as my fingers play with her clit, driving her insane.

  “Fuck, Xander.” Monica pants. She bucks her hips into my hand, her juices soaking my fingers. She’s ready for me. Monica brings an arm up behind us and grips the back of my head, running her fingernails through my hair. I continue to tease her clit with my fingers and kiss the side of her neck. She’s panting, moaning and gripping my hair with force.

  I remove my hand and yank her jeans down her legs. She steps out of them and turns toward me. Removing my cut, she carefully places it on the dresser. It’s a huge turn on, Monica respecting the cut and patch. By the time she comes back to me, I’ve already removed my t-shirt and jeans. Monica stands in front of me and drops to her knees. She pulls my boxers down and my cock springs free from its confinement.

  Monica wraps her hand around the base of my cock and strokes it with enough pressure to bring all the blood rushing through my body to my groin. My eyes roll back in my head and a growl escapes my lips. Monica giggles before her lips descend onto my aching dick. Once she wraps her plump lips around the head of my cock, I lose all rational thought. The feeling of her hot, wet mouth sucking me until the head of my cock touches the back of her throat makes my mind spin. It’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I grab her head and buck my hips, fucking her mouth the way I want to fuck her pussy.

  Monica gags and moans while I fuck her face. I open my eyes and stare down at her. She looks up at me through dark lashes while my cock slides in and out of her mouth covered with her spit. Her right hand has made its way into her panties and she’s fingering herself as she sucks me off. Her fingers pick up the pace as her mouth sucks me harder. I don’t want her getting off on her fingers when I have the tools to bring her so far over the edge, she won’t be able to think straight.

  I pull Monica up by the arms and she pops my dick out of her mouth with a moan. I grab her right hand and bring her fingers to my lips. I stick the digits into my mouth, savoring her sweet, succulent flavor on my tongue. Monica is panting, watching me through hooded eyes. I remove her fingers from my mouth and force her head back. I crash my lips down onto hers. Our flavors mixing together is a heady cocktail of want and desire.

  Monica breaks the kiss and crawls onto her bed. She looks at me over her shoulder from all fours, her ass teasing me. I climb on the bed and spread her legs wide. I bury my face into her pussy, licking and sucking her juices from behind.

  “Oh fuck, Xander,” Monica moans. “That feels so good.”

  I groan at the same time my tongue enters her pussy, vibrating through her body. Monica’s legs tighten and she arches her back, riding my face like there’s no stopping her. I keep on licking, sucking and nibbling on her heated center until her legs tremble. I rip my mouth away from her pussy, halting her orgasm.

  “Fuck. You’re a cruel asshole,” Monica pants.

  “Only for you, Bug. If anyone is going to come on my face, it’ll be you, but right now I need you to come on my cock.” I crowd Monica’s ass with my body and grab my cock, sliding it up and down. Monica wiggles her hips, trying to slide down onto me. I grip her hip with one hand to stop her from succeeding. She pouts but holds still as I run my cock up and down her pussy, coating it with her juices.

  Once I’m wet with her come, I plunge inside her tight pussy to the hilt. A moan passes both our lips. I pull out and push back in again. Monica arches her back and I lean over her, trailing kisses up her spine. I wrap one hand around her waist and pull her up until she’s straddling me. Her back to my chest. Her tits are heaving with each breath she takes as she grinds her hips down onto me, pushing my cock further into her pussy. We’re both sweating from the passion flowing through our bodies.

  I finger her clit in time with my strokes. Monica’s pussy tightens around my cock. She’s so close, I can feel it and smell it in the air. I can taste it on her skin. I stop Monica’s hips from bucking and pull her off me. She turns around and straddles my legs so her tits are right in my face. She sinks down onto me and I moan.

  “Fuck, you are the most precious thing,” I growl against her heaving tits.

  Monica cups one breast with her hand and brings it to my mouth. “Suck, Xander. God, I need your mouth on me.” She throws her head back and raises her hips up and down, squeezing my hard shaft with her tight pussy. I oblige and pop her nipple into my mouth. Monica bucks her hips and rides me hard. She throws her head back and a string of curses flow past her lips.

  Tingles start at the base of my spine and fire races through my veins. I’m going to come. I can feel it and it will be hard. I halt her hips and push up with everything I have. My mouth is sucking hard on her tit, my fingers strumming her clit and my cock is pulsating inside of her. Sensations burn through my body.

  “Come for me, Monica. Now.” I demand. She meets my lips with her own and her pussy tightens even more, sucking me inside of her. Monica’s orgasm takes over her body and she loudly shouts my name. I’m a goner. Fire shoots up my spine. I come so hard, dark spots cloud my vision as I pump up into her as hard as I can. She rubs her clit against my groin and slows down her pace. My legs and arms are jelly as I pump the last of my come into her, breathing harshly.

  Monica curls around me, my cock still inside of her and she nestles my head between her tits. I nip and bite at one until she’s squirming above me. Her giggles turn into moans as my cock hardens again inside of her.

  This time I lay her on her back and bring her legs onto my shoulders. I pound into her hard and fast. Monica grips the sheets above her head as I keep up my punishing pace, bringing us both to the edge qui
ckly. Her legs tighten around my head as I drive in hard. This time I’m not gentle with her. This time I need it hard and I need it fast. Monica obliges and meets me thrust for thrust.

  “Fuck, Blayze. Fuck me good.” She moans.

  “Monica, you’re going to be the death of me. Give it to me dirty.” I growl.

  “Harder, Blayze. Fuck me harder.” She pants.

  And I do. I thrust so hard into her I swear my eye cross. She squeezes me with everything she has as she comes on my cock again. Fire races through my spine and I know I’m close. I plunge in and out hard. Her tits jiggle up and down from my punishing pace. She moans and arches her back, drawing me into her deeper. A few more thrusts and I’m thrown over the edge of bliss, wrapped around my Ol’ Lady.

  By the time I catch my breath, Monica is fully sated underneath me, and I feel like I’m the king of the fucking universe with the flush of her cheeks and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. I roll off to the side, pulling her with me.

  “Hmm…” she purrs against my neck.

  “With as much as I want to stay here, we can’t. I have to get to the clubhouse before your brother maims me for being late.” I kiss the top of Monica’s forehead and she lets out a breath.

  “Fine, But I’m not responsible if I fall asleep on the ride over and tumble to my death on the back of your bike. You wore me out.” She huffs with fake annoyance. I can’t help but release a deep chuckle.

  “Get dressed and let’s roll, sweet cheeks.” I wink and swing my legs over the bed. I’m in the bathroom before Monica can retaliate. She hates being called nicknames like that and I enjoy doing it just to see the spark of fire in her eyes.

  “You’re such an ass,” Monica mumbles from the other side of the door. I relieve myself, wash my hands and take a long look in the mirror. My eyes portray the rage pouring inside my soul. I have unfinished business with John James and the Bloody Scorpions. They fucked with the wrong badass motherfucker. Blood and pain will be inflicted on them and when I’m done, they’ll wish their faces never came through the cunt of their mother.

  “I’m coming for you.”

  Chapter 7

  Blayze

  The ride back to Royal Bastards Clubhouse was uneventful. Monica didn’t fall off the back of my bike like she thought, but she sure as fuck played with my cock the whole way. Which took my mind off the shit my sister has been through. Riding with a boner is hard, literally.

  I pull up outside the gates, the sun beating down onto us and wait for Tiny and a prospect to let us in. They spot my bike and the gates buzz before rolling open on the track. I ease my bike inside and the buzzer sounds again, closing the gates behind me. I roll past the parking lot toward the garage bays when one lifts open. I idle inside and park my bike in my designated spot. Capone, Bear, Red, Dagger, Derange, Tiny and Trigger are already here, their bikes parked in their designated spots.

  I cut the engine, put my kickstand down and tap Monica on the leg. She pulls her hands from my aching cock and rests one on my shoulder. She swings her leg off the bike and dismounts with grace. I watch as she removes the helmet she hates wearing and fluffs out her hair. She turns to me with a knowing grin on her face.

  “Ready?” She asks, tucking her helmet under her arm.

  I shake my head and dismount, adjusting my dick and willing it to go down. The last thing I need is to walk into Church with seven other men sporting a hard-on. I unclip my helmet and set it on the handlebar of my bike. Pocketing my keys, I settle an arm around Monica’s shoulder and breathe in her scent. She smells like jasmine, sex and me. That’s not helping my situation. We walk together down the corridor into the common room, the click of our riding boots echoing through the hall. Club whores dance to the beat of the music drifting from the speakers. Monica stiffens under my arm and I sneak a glance at her.

  “Bug, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” She shakes her head.

  I look to where her eyes are and spot Samantha sitting at the bar nursing a beer. She turns her head toward us and there are fresh bruises on her face. My stomach sinks. Samantha gives us a sneer and slides off the stool. She approaches us on unsteady feet. Monica stands with her feet shoulder-width apart. I can feel the rage vibrating through her body the closer Samantha gets.

  “I hope you’re happy with yourself.” Samantha slurs, throwing her hands up. She points to her face. “This…This is all your fault, you high and mighty bitch.”

  “How in the fuck is that my fault?” Monica challenges.

  Samantha chuckles. “Because if it wasn’t for you, the other Ol’ Ladies wouldn’t have jumped me.” She steps right up into Monica’s face. I can smell the liquor and weed on her breath. “Watch your back you little bitch. I’m coming for you.”

  “Back off before I put my foot up your ass.” Monica shrugs my arm off her shoulder. “You want a run at me? Come on. Sober up and fight me, then.” She steps forward, making Samantha step back. “You want to blame me for fucking shit up? Then, let’s go. You,” Monica points a finger in Samantha’s face. “You’re a used-up has-been who can’t get a man, let alone keep one. You want to come at me?” She steps again and Samantha scurries back. “Then come at me, bitch. I’ll be here with my man all night long. And guess what? While he’s fucking me, he sure in the fuck isn’t thinking about you. He never has and never will.”

  Monica’s body is trembling with rage when Capone steps out of the hallway. He watches with narrowed eyes waiting to see what Samantha does. Samantha opens her mouth to say something but quickly snaps it shut when her eyes land on the club members backing up Monica. From the whores to the Ol’ Ladies (which are few and far between) to my brothers. They all have Monica’s back and pride swells in my chest. I step up behind Monica and rest my hands on her shoulders.

  “I’ll give you one more chance to be smart, Samantha.” Capone’s deep voice penetrates the tension in the air. “You can either make an ass of yourself now and get kicked out for good or get the fuck in your room and don’t come out until you’ve settled down and sobered up.”

  Samantha looks at Capone and her shoulders fall. I know she’s had a thing for him since the beginning but he’s smarter than she thinks and sees her for what she really is. The club bitch. She’s good at her job in keeping others in line, but she sucks at staying in line herself. Samantha turns on her heels and walks quickly out of the common room grumbling under her breath. Once she’s out of sight, Capone heads toward us.

  “Church, now.” He turns toward the Chapel and stops before he enters. “Daisy is in your room like you asked. Jezebelle is in there with her and a prospect is guarding the door.”

  “Thank you, Capone.” Capone nods his head once and walks into Church. The rest of the main members follow, leaving us alone.

  “I’ll see you in a little while. Please, don’t leave your room until I come and get you.” I plead with Monica.

  “Ok, but only because you asked nicely. I’m heading there now.” She gives me a quick kiss and disappears in the direction of her room.

  Once she’s out of sight, I head into Church. I’m the last one in and close the door behind me. I take my respective seat to the left of Capone who’s at the head of the table. Every time I come in and take my seat, I cross my chest and kiss my fingers, a superstition I have and do before each meeting.

  “Now, we have business to discuss.” Capone starts, banging his gavel on the oak table. Our Royal Bastards MC logo is etched deep into the wood with nicks and marks around it. This table has seen better days but also holds a sense of pride to each and every one of us sitting around it. It’s heard our confessions, held our tears and comforted each of us when we needed it. Now, it’s my turn.

  I steeple my hands together in front of me and release a deep breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “We found out some info today that changes a lot of things for me.” I glance up, looking at each brother sitting at the table. Bear, Red, Tiny, Trigger, Derange, Torch and Dagger are all watching me,
waiting for what I have to say next.

  “Danyella,” I swallow hard and continue. “Danyella is still alive.” Gasps explode into the quiet room along with everyone talking above each other.

  Capone slams the gavel on the table, silencing the room. “He’s not done. Now bite your fucking tongues until Blayze is finished.”

  “We discovered today that she’s being held captive by Bloody Scorpions and is scheduled to go up for auction tonight. Tiny has set up an account and will be placing the bid on her to get her back. If that goes through and we win, we need to have a plan to get her out. Then, we need to find where these fuckers are holding the rest of the girls and end them.” I slam my fist on the table, making it vibrate.

  “How many girls and how much money?” Trigger asks. He’s the Treasurer of our Chapter and keeps track of all the finances.

  “The bidding starts at ten grand,” Tiny answers. “From the looks of their website, they have five girls up tonight, but I’m guessing they have around twenty, maybe more.”

  “How did we not know all these women are missing?” This comes from Dagger our Chaplin, sitting at the end of the table. He runs his hands down his face and over his black goatee.

  “Because they’re not all from this area. These guys are smart and kidnap women and girls from different states and transport them here.” Red answers. He’s strumming his fingers on the table, itching to seek revenge. “I ran a check on a few of them through a missing persons report when I got back here and had the adequate tools to work with. One woman on the block tonight is from Michigan.” He levels both Capone and me with a stare. “Central Michigan to be exact.”

  My jaw drops open. Capone sucks in a deep breath. We know what that means and neither one of us has really thought about Savage Saints since they left here. But it looks like we need to make a phone call soon. I look at Capone who’s ticking his jaw. The only sign he’s pissed off. His black eyes swing in my direction and nods his head. That phone call is coming sooner, rather than later.