Seize Me Part 17

I turn to see them all piling into the room.

"What the f.u.c.k is this s.h.i.t?" she cries out running to the girls. "Who the f.u.c.k did this to them?"

I don't answer; her caring about these girls mesmerizes me. She doesn't know jack s.h.i.t about them. All she knows is how bruised and f.u.c.ked up they are; that's all she cares about.

"Snake," I finally say.

"I can't wait to kill that motherf.u.c.ker," she growls as the Doc and his son come into the giant room.

"Never a dull moment with you, Braxxon," Doc says as they get to work and I agree with him. Nothing is ever dull or quiet anymore, and it makes me feel fifty instead of f.u.c.king thirty.

I send a text to Max to bring fifty grand to our location to pay the Doc and his son, and to get these girls to safety.

The realtor calls me, p.i.s.sed that I'm running late. Well he's gonna regret talking to me like that when I f.u.c.king get there. I excuse myself and only take Shadow with me, leaving the rest behind to clean up this cl.u.s.ter f.u.c.k of a mess.

When we get to the s.p.a.ce where the girls' potential club will be, the realtor immediately recognizes us and apologizes profusely, which is enough for now because I'll get this place for below market value. It's gonna be the clubs gift to the girls for the mess we've made outta their lives. It's also a way to keep them in our lives. The s.p.a.ce is perfect and I make an offer which d.i.c.kface obviously takes.

The Doc and his son patch up all the girls and his son leaves to go purchase bus tickets with some of the money Max has brought us. Three of the girls don't have anywhere else to go and one of those three is a girl named Storm. I noticed she was the only one not as drugged as the rest of them. I feel bad and I can't think of anything to do other than let them stay with us for a little while so they can get back on their feet.

"It wasn't just a peep show club you know," Storm mumbles. "If they paid enough, they got to take us in the back; nothing was off limits."

I grip the holster on my shoulder and silently ask for the day that I get to ram my gun down the back of Snake's throat to come quickly.

"I'm taking Piper, Haley, and Storm home with me," Lana says seriously as she walks up to me. "If they clean up nicely and everything checks out with the Doc, I'm hiring them at the club. It'll help get them back on their feet. I've already talked it over with Piper and Haley."

That's a generous idea. I can't believe I didn't think of it. I smile letting her know that I think it's a brilliant idea.

"Would you like that Storm?" Lana asks her. "It's just going to be an exotic dance club, just dancing. If you're not comfortable with that, we can find something else for you to do. It might help get you back on your feet again."

"Just dancing?" Storm asks.

"Just dancing," Lana and I say together.

"Yeah, yeah that'll be okay. Thank you."

We say our goodbyes to all the girls who are escorted by club members to the greyhound station. Lana and Tatiana take the other three back to our house. I on the other hand, go back to the clubhouse. I live there. I've never even stayed or seen the house yet. With lockdown, Braxxon isn't letting me out that much. The only reason Lana and Tatiana get to stay at the house is because Pyro and ZZ stay there. Pyro isn't letting Lana outta his sight, and ZZ isn't letting his daughter far from his either. I'm thankful he isn't keeping her trapped in the clubhouse too much. She has already lost enough s.h.i.t; she doesn't need to lose all of her freedom too.

I ride back with Sniper who is kind of irritated with Braxxon taking Shadow with him on whatever it is he's doing. I told Sniper it's because Braxxon only trusts him taking care of me, which is the straight truth and he just grunted in response as he helped me off the bike when we park in the compound parking lot. I'm happy to see Brax and Shadow pulling in.

"Everything good?" he asks Sniper as he throttles down and backs his bike in.

"Yeah Prez, everything is good," he grunts walking away.

"What the f.u.c.k?" Brax tilts his head asking.

"Don't." I hold up my hand.

I think it's kinda cute, his brother being jealous of him being out with Shadow instead of him. It shows that these bada.s.s bikers do have a heart deep down.

"Fine... come, I need to f.u.c.k you," he says pulling me quickly into the clubhouse. "Clear the f.u.c.k out," he roars and everyone scatters. Even some of the brothers nod and head either outside or to their apartments.

"Brax-," my words are cut off as he lifts me onto the bar. He drags my pants down to my ankles and then lifts my legs over his head so that they fall behind his back. Oh, he's done this before. He undoes his jeans, his c.o.c.k springing free.

He rams into me repeatedly, and I let my body fall back against the bar as I dig my heels into his a.s.s.

"I," thrust. "Love," thrust. "You," thrust.

Oh G.o.d. "I love you, too," I moan as he speeds up.

"Thank f.u.c.k," he roars as he lifts me off the bar and spins us around, smashing my back against a wall.

Braxxon takes my arms from around his neck and lifts them above my head bounding both of my wrists with just one of his hands while the other grips my a.s.s tightly.

"How long, baby?" he groans as I clamp myself tightly around his c.o.c.k.

"Since the moment you seized me," I moan while looking into his gray eyes. "I just didn't realize."

No more words are spoken after that. Braxxon just continues to make love to me against the wall until we both reach our sated bliss.

I'm itching at the bit to show Winter and Lana the s.p.a.ce for their club. I just wanna do everything in my power to make her happy now. Since Pyro can't ride all that well yet with his gunshot wound and Lana is still sore from hers, we take Berry's Navigator to the s.p.a.ce. I don't even have the Navigator in park before the girls squeal and jump out.

"Right," Pyro murmurs.

He's still a little sour because Lana won't have anything to do with him other than help care for his injury. He stays moody as we walk slowly to the doors and that earns me a look from Winter who is scowling.

"Hurry up," she yells at me as she bounces up and down like a child.

"I'm comin', Angel."

"Not for a while you won't be if you don't hurry the h.e.l.l up," she threatens, and that comment makes me pick up my pace.

"So wrong, baby." I shake my head as I unlock the door and open it. She and Lana don't even let me get outta of the way before they're barreling past me.

"Yeah, but you love me anyway," she says laughing as they enter the s.p.a.ce.

"Love her," Pyro says in disbelief. "When did that s.h.i.t happen?"

I quirk my eyebrow and flick at my lip rings with my tongue. "Shut the f.u.c.k up; like you don't love Lana. All you do is mope around the d.a.m.n clubhouse when you aren't with her."

"She wants nothing to do with me," he groans rubbing at his neck. "I don't f.u.c.king know what to do."

"Time, that's what it took with Angel."

And a lot of d.a.m.n patience, I just don't add that last part because all the brothers are the same, none of us have a bit of patience. We are used to getting our d.a.m.n way.

"Oh. My. G.o.d. It's totally perfect, baby," Angel screams, running over to me. She jumps up, wraps her legs around my waist, and smashes her lips to mine. "Thank you," she whispers against my mouth.

"Mmm... my pleasure, baby," I whisper back. I'm about to swallow those beautiful lips again when the prepay starts ringing. Angel sighs and climbs down. I already miss the feeling of her core pressing hard against my d.i.c.k.

"Answer your phone; I'm gonna call Bom Bom and Creamy and have them bring us some lunch. I wanna show them this place."

I mouth the words I love you as she walks backwards and she grins before turning around. f.u.c.k, she does things to me.

"Breaker," I snap.

"Yo, Brax, it's Juan. I got some info for you."

I squeeze the phone tight to my ear. I never like what Juan f.u.c.king delivers, but he's one of the best at f.u.c.king getting information and hearing s.h.i.t.

"Listening," I growl.

"Is your ol' lady Winter Belov?" he quietly asks into the phone.

f.u.c.k!.

"s.h.i.t... keep going," I say as I walk outside of the building.

"One of your bunnies from the club let it slip up at a bar to one of Snake's bunnies. I don't know that name, but what I hear is that Belov is a big name on the East Coast and I figured you wanna know? When should I expect payment," he says curtly.

He already knows this is big or he wouldn't have asked for informant payment. I spout off the normal; I'll send a prospect out to deliver the payment in the usual place and I hang up. I dial the club and sure enough, Eagle answers. We call him Eagle because the prospect is bald as an eagle with tats all up on his head. The dude is only twenty and he's pierced and tatted up more than any of the brothers at the club.

"I need you to take five hundred outta the shop drawer and pay Juan," I say simply.

"Prez," he says acknowledging my order and I hang up.

I walk back inside the building and growl out the new information with gritted teeth so only that Pyro can hear me.

"Motherf.u.c.k... Bom Bom or Creamy? Those two b.i.t.c.hes are the only ones that hang around enough to hear that s.h.i.t. I didn't think anyone but the brothers f.u.c.king knew."

f.u.c.king ditto. I wanna scream and yell.

"Angel will f.u.c.king flip."

I agree.

"Hey guys, we got a lunch order," Creamy says walking in alongside Bom Bom and I feel my blood boiling to an all-new high.

"YOU f.u.c.kING c.u.n.tS! WHICH ONE OF YOU RAN YOUR MOUTH OFF TO ONE OF SNAKE'S PIECES OF a.s.s?"

"Jesus baby, what is wrong with you?" Winter yells running up to me. I shove her away and s.n.a.t.c.h the food outta their hands before I ruin Angel's lunch. I hand her the bag of food before I turn my attention back to the b.i.t.c.hes with diarrhea of the mouth.

"Who told another bunny that Angel is a f.u.c.king Belov?" I am seething mad.

"Oh s.h.i.t," Winter groans.

"I think I might've done that, Braxxon. I'm so f.u.c.king sorry," Creamy says her voice shaky.

I wanna kill this b.i.t.c.h. I b.i.t.c.h slap her and she flies backwards skidding across the floor. Bom Bom is screaming at me, but I hear nothing but blood boiling in my ears. Like we need any more f.u.c.king problems. When will Angel and I ever get a d.a.m.n quiet break?

"You're done with my f.u.c.king club." I point my finger in Creamy's face.

"Braxx baby, don't be harsh; she didn't mean it." Winter begs me.

"What the f.u.c.k do you care? This b.i.t.c.h just stirred up more trouble, baby. More trouble that we don't need."

She pulls me into a smaller room away from everyone and shuts the door behind us as she flicks on a light switch.

"We'll deal with it. Just don't banish her. The club is all Creamy has."

I swear I know men are supposed to be strong and all that s.h.i.t, and I'm a president of an MC, but f.u.c.k if this s.h.i.t isn't wearing me thin.

"I can't lose you, Angel. I won't f.u.c.king do it."

Winter wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me close and I wrap my arms around her. f.u.c.k, she smells so good.

"I'm not going anywhere. I take the L word seriously," she mumbles into my chest and that does s.h.i.t to me.

"Dammit... baby. I'm just tired, and I want us to have a peaceful few months at least. I mean s.h.i.t; it's been nonstop since we've met."

"I know," she says as her phone rings and she unwraps her arms and digs it outta her back pocket. "It's the Doc."

"Hey Doc," she answers and goes quiet while she listens. "Thank you," she says hanging up the phone "What's up?"

She sighs. "Haley is pregnant, and Piper and Storm have Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. So far, the HIV tests are negative. He'll do another in a few weeks. He's taking some meds over to them now."

s.h.i.t could've been worse; they could have something they couldn't get rid of. For now, they are lucky. They're even luckier that my Angel and Lana are getting them straightened out.

My phone rings again and I roar.

"Peace? What's that?" Winter teases.

"I dunno baby," I say as I brush my lips against her forehead.

"Breaker," I snap into my phone.

"Your last name is Breaker," she says in disbelief and I wink. f.u.c.k, we have so much to learn about one another.

She points to her right eye. "Ya," she says then points to her heart. "Tebya," she then points to me. "Lyublyu," she says quietly, opening the door, walking out and leaving me with a hard-on from her teaching me I love you in f.u.c.king Russian.

"It was a long f.u.c.king twelve hours Prez, but about half a million was cleaned up. Max is taking the money to where it belongs," Smokey says into the other end of the phone breaking me outta my hard-on for my Angel.

"That's a twelve hour haul?"

"No, it was an eight hour haul. Four hours were spent getting it transferred from rock to paper."

"Well don't you think that's a good haul for eight f.u.c.king hours?" I snap.

"What the f.u.c.k brother. You know we have to watch our back out there. What the f.u.c.k is your problem?" my brother snaps back at me.