Bella Chapter 20

I was gonna kill him. How did I let him talk me into this? I was about to have a heart attack. It had been a month since Boomer and the two clubs eliminated Mason. He didn't give me all the details, but he did assure me Mason would never bother anyone again. I did find out Mason had been torturing prostitutes when they captured him. What a sick bastard.

It had been in the local news regarding the disappearance of a prominent businessman's son from their home. Speculation was rampant as to what happened. Some thought he left on his own. Others thought he had been kidnapped, but that theory waned when there was no ransom demand. It was two weeks after he was reported missing that his remains were identified in an explosion in an abandoned store not too far from Fairfax. I recalled the area well. It was isolated and mostly open land. The news led to speculation he pissed off the wrong people and was killed. Drugs were mentioned as a possible reason. The latter became the accepted reason when it was revealed he had a drug habit.

After he was declared dead, his true nature became known due to anonymous information sent to the authorities and several prostitutes who came forward to tell about his sadistic sexual needs. I felt awful for Michael, which is why I called him. With Mason gone, there was no need to have no contact unless he didn't want me in his life, which was a possibility.

When he answered, and I told him it was me, he cried and told me how much he missed me. By the end of our call, he proved to me without a doubt that he wanted to be in my life. Also, he wasn't devastated by Mason's death. He told me he felt guilty that he was relieved. Michael knew his son was a terrible man and wasn't able to be saved, but he'd kept hoping a miracle would happen to change him. Michael had no idea what Mason was doing to those women.

Our subsequent conversations led to today. He was coming to visit me at the compound. He'd been surprised when I told him I was an old lady to a biker and lived on their compound. I reassured him Boomer and the club were wonderful and nothing like what you see on television. He insisted he wanted to see for himself. I was excited and nervous to see him. As if that wasn't enough stress, Boomer added to it. His mom was coming, too.

He introduced us over the phone and then via video chat. She seemed lovely and was beyond excited he'd found someone. She wanted to meet me as well. It was his idea to invite her to visit when Michael was here. If I didn't love him so much, I would've killed him. I wanted to meet her, but maybe spacing them out would've been better.

It was their arrivals, timed to be within a half hour of each other, which had us waiting at the airport for them. We agreed to wait outside. I was anxiously watching people come in and out of the doors. I scanned for their faces. We knew they had both landed and were picking up their luggage. Boomer's arms came around me.

"Babe, calm down. They're almost here."

"How did I let you talk me into this?" I grumbled.

"I hit you when you were weak from all the amazing sex. It was during one of your post-orgasm hazes."

I elbowed him in his stomach, not that it affected him. "You did. I have to remember you like to do that. It's like the house and the stable. You got me to agree to both of those and now that I think about it, you did it after sex!" I gasped.

He smirked at me as I mock glared at him over my shoulder. He had gotten me to agree to move my stable and let the club be my partner. As a temporary measure, they helped me get someone to help with the horses and to be there at night until the new stable was built. There was no way Boomer was letting me stay there and him at the compound, nor did he want us to go back and forth. The build was happening fast, so in a few more weeks, I should be able to move them.

The guy who was watching them for me, Jesse, was a young veterinarian student. He was thrilled not to have to pay rent for a couple of months and to be earning money. He was doing a great job. I was planning to offer him a position at the new stable. When he graduated, he could be my vet. He was specializing in large animals such as horses rather than cats and dogs. He was ideal, and I was lucky. Phantom had somehow found him. The man could do anything, I was convinced.

The house had been another win. Boomer wore me down, and I not only picked the site, but I was the one to find the house plan online. When I showed it to him, he was thrilled and declared it the one immediately. I had the same response when I saw it. Due to their connections, we were able to get a construction company to start on it. It was the same one who did all their houses, and as friends, they gave them a deal due to the quantity of business they gave them. It wouldn't be done until the end of the year, but I was excited to see it started. It would be between Talon and Lorelei's house and Bullet, Phalanx, and Raine's houses.

Due to the seriousness of the threat of Mason in my life, I totally forgot about Will and his petty threat to destroy my reputation and, subsequently, my business. Or I had until I was told by one of my regulars he was saying shit around Tenillo. I was pissed. However, my anger was nothing compared to how pissed Boomer was. I had to hold him back when he found out.

He argued with me about him going and beating some sense into Will. I told him it wasn't the answer. He let the club know of Will's pettiness and my refusal to let him beat the shit outta him in church, I later found out. Unbeknownst to me, while I was working to keep my man calm, a few of his brothers took it upon themselves to visit Will and explain to him what would happen if he didn't stop slandering me.

Imagine my surprise when I was told they did it. I was even more surprised by who did it. Daredevil, Dragon, Vicious, and Ashes had banned together and explained to Will what they would do to him if he didn't stop and what Boomer would do. When I asked them why they confronted him, they told me I was family, and they would always defend their family. This was what ended their animosity against Boomer, and they seemed to be back to normal. I was so relieved. The thought of causing them to have a permanent break in their friendship had been stressing me to no end.

There were some good things happening, too. The main one was the club now had two new prospects. They were friends of Fang and Dragon. I thought Colton and Cullen would fit in well if they kept up the way they had started. I liked what I saw so far.

I was lost in my head for several minutes, thinking of all the changes in the past month. I jumped when I heard my name called by a deep voice. I scanned the crowd until I saw him. Pushing through a large knot of people was Michael. He was broadly smiling as he lugged his rolling suitcase alongside him. On his other side was Boomer's mom, Serena. We'd given them each other's number so they could coordinate their travel to get here close to the same time at their insistence. We told them we could make two trips but they weren't having it. You could tell where Boomer got his Latino coloring from. Serena was a pretty Latina in her mid-fifties. She had him when she was twenty. She was smiling and waving wildly.

When they reached us, I was first engulfed in Michael's arms and kissed, while Boomer hugged and kissed his mom. Then we switched off. The guys shook hands, but Serena hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

"I'm so happy to meet you in person. I can't wait to get to know you more," she gushed.

"I can't wait either. Boomer has told me so much about you. I feel between him and the calls, I already know you."

"Me too!"

"If you've got everything, let's get out of here," Boomer told us.

Receiving nods from them, we led them to the parking garage and his car. Boomer and Michael loaded the bags in the trunk while Serena and I got in the backseat of his beloved Mustang. Michael was giving it admiring looks. Lord, I forgot he loved cars. We might never get them off the topic. At least they had something to bond over. As they got in, I heard them already chattering about it. I rolled my eyes at Serena, and it made her giggle. The guys paused in their conversation, and both glanced back at us.

"What's so funny?" Boomer asked.

"The two of you. I forgot how much you love cars, Michael. I have the feeling we might lose you two outside with this car, and we'll never see you again," I teased.

"Honey, you don't need to worry about that happening. Yes, I love cars, and I plan to pick Boomer's brain on his, but I'm here to see you and get to know your boyfriend and his friends," Michael told me with a tender smile.

"I know you are. I'm just teasing. Okay, let me teach you some biker lingo so you understand them when you hear the terms. Boomer is considered my old man, and I'm his old lady. It's not an insult, by the way, to be called either of those. I don't know if you saw the back of my leather vest. It's called a cut, and it says Property of Boomer. It doesn't mean property in the way most people think. It's a protection for me. His friends in the club are called his brothers. Wait until you see how many there are. It's a small community between the guys, the women, and the kids. Everyone lives on the compound, and most have houses except the prospects. Those are guys wanting to join the club. They go through a long probationary period to prove they have what it takes."

"She's learning the lingo fast. Much faster than I did, and I'm still learning things even after all these years. They're all delightful, Michael. I enjoy every time I visit. You have no worries for her, with Boomer and his brothers looking out for her," Serena chimed in.

"I'm glad to hear it. These past six years, I've been worried about where she was, if she had good people she could rely on, and if she was living a good life." I could hear the sorrow in his voice.

"I've been very fortunate. I came to Tenillo and started the stable, and then I met Londyn, Diane, and her daughter, Sadie. When I met the club and Boomer, my friends and family exploded. They have my back." I assured him. I hadn't bothered to tell him Mason's death was courtesy of the Infidels and Regulators. It wasn't anything we wanted to share.

"I'm so happy to hear it. I can't wait to see this compound and to meet all of them."

"Be prepared. They're a lot to take in, especially all at once," Boomer warned him with a grin.

The rest of the drive was passed with us all chatting about this and that, nothing heavy. It wasn't long before we were pulling up to the gate. I saw Michael intently checking it and the fence out. His brows raised a bit. Colton was on gate duty, so it slid open quickly, and he waved as we drove through. We waved back while Boomer gave him the standard chin lift.

Although they were here to see us, Michael and Serena had insisted even if we had the room, they weren't going to stay with us. They had no desire to intrude on our lives all the time was the excuse they gave. I knew they meant they didn't want to hear us having sex. I didn't really want them to either, so I understood. Fortunately, with so many trailers now open, we were able to give each of them one to themselves in the same back row as ours. We pulled around the back of the clubhouse and parked outside ours.

Serena had obviously seen them before. Michael studied them as we got out. "So, this is where you all live if you don't have a house," he mused.

"It is, though right now, it's only got a few of us. Four patched members are still single and living in these trailers, and we technically have three prospects. They stay in rooms in the clubhouse. If they patch in, they get a trailer. Bella and I are having a house built, and so is one other brother, Torpedo. Once they're done, we'll move out. You'll get to meet everyone while you're here except our one prospect, Tanner," Boomer explained as they got our luggage out of the trunk.

"Why won't I meet him?"

"Because he's an active duty Marine stationed elsewhere in Texas. He comes home when he can. He's the stepson of Omen, one of my brothers, and the brother-in-law of another named Executioner. In order to get into our club, you have to have served in the military and been honorably discharged. Tanner is the first to prospect while enlisted since he's what we would call a legacy. He does what he can when he's home. After he completes his enlistment, he'll finish prospecting and hopefully be patched in," Boomer told him.

"You've all served?"

"We have, and you know that we have," Boomer said with a smirk.

"Why would you say that? Bella didn't tell me."

"No, but the private investigator you hired did. Just a side note—one of my brothers, Phantom, and his old lady, Tamysin, are world-class hackers. As part of their talents, they have programs, and I don't know what else, set up to alert them if any of our names or the club's name are researched. They knew as soon as your PI started investigating. I would recommend you ask if you have questions, since they can and do restrict what can be discovered about us."

I didn't know they had those or that Michael had a PI investigate the club, although I should've expected it. Additionally, I shouldn't be surprised knowing Tamysin and Phantom, like I was discovering, to hear they had flags set up. I gave Boomer a surprised look along with Michael.

Michael frowned. "What do you have to hide?"

"Everyone has things they like to remain private or only between friends and family. Too many bad people are out there to freely let them know your business. We do it to protect ourselves and our families," Boomer explained.

"I guess I can see that. You understand why I had to do it, don't you?" Michael asked.

"I do. It shows you care about Bella. Just remember I love her too, and I'll do everything I can to protect and make her happy."

"That's all I want for her. I promised her mom I'd always look out for her, and I didn't. I have a lot to make up for."

"No, you don't. There was a reason, and we both agreed it was for the best if we didn't have contact. We couldn't trust Mason not to do anything horrible. It killed me to leave, especially after what I did to Monroe," I told him sadly. Even though he told me he understood and I did the right thing, I was still feeling guilty about taking his son away from him, and now, by association, I was responsible for taking the other.

He came over and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "Bella, you have to stop feeling guilty about that. Monroe would've raped and killed you. You were protecting yourself. He was no longer my son when he made the choice to do those things. I don't know what went wrong with him or Mason. These past six years, I watched Mason grow darker and darker. He constantly grilled me if I had contact with you. I know he never believed me when I said no. Also, I knew he searched my office more than a few times looking for evidence of where you were. I hoped by letting him live with me, he'd let it go eventually, but he didn't. He spiraled deeper into drugs and hate. I hope at least now they might both be at peace. They let jealousy and unfounded hatred ruin their lives." He sighed deeply. I saw the sadness on his face.

His acceptance filled my eyes with tears. It wasn't anything he hadn't already said, but I still needed to hear it a few more times. He hugged me and placed a kiss on my forehead. I would always miss my dad, but Michael was my second one. Mom and I had been so fortunate to find him. I felt another hand on my back. It was Serena offering her comfort. I gave her a smile and nodded as I got myself under control.

"Let's get you two settled, and then we can spend some time at our trailer. Later, we'll show you the site for the house and the design and also where the stable is being built. This evening, we'll go to the clubhouse and introduce you to the horde. Weapons might be needed," Boomer joked. This got us all laughing and forgetting our sadness.

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Hours later, after several long sessions of talking, a tour of the compound, which included our house site, and then outside the fence to the stable plus dinner, we then ventured to the clubhouse. I could tell Michael was a tiny bit apprehensive about it. Serena was totally relaxed, although she confessed the first time she met them, she almost hyperventilated with anxiety, only to find out she psyched herself out for nothing. Serena only had bad experiences with Boomer's dad's club. I knew she was trying to help my stepdad relax, and I think it helped. They'd done a lot of talking today and seemed to get along beautifully.

As we walked inside, the noise from the multitude of voices hit us. Michael's eyes widened when he took in everyone. The mix of men, women, and children was startling. I recalled my first time here and how surprised I'd been. Lord, it seemed like ages since that day, but it had only been four-and-a-half months ago. It sure felt like longer, considering how much had happened in those months.

Greetings were called out, and smiles were cast our way. Sin and Saint, with Lyric and Piper, came over to us first. They greeted Serena with hugs and waited to be introduced to Michael. I did the honors.

"Michael, this is Sin and his wife, Lyric. He's the president of the club. And this is Saint. He's the VP, and his wife is Piper. Everyone, this is Michael, my stepdad." The guys held out their hands as they welcomed him. The ladies were huggers and gave him those as they said welcome.

"This isn't at all what I expected when Bella told me she was living with a motorcycle club on their compound. I admit I was scared. Seeing how you have it set up and all the homey touches. Coming in and seeing all these kids is something else, too. It makes me wanna ask when I'll become a grandpa?" he asked as he grinned at me.

As I gaped at him, Serena chimed in. "Same here."

I was about to tell them to give us a second to settle in, but Boomer beat me to answering them. "I plan to make it happen as soon as Bella says yes. Hell, if I had my way, she'd already be pregnant."

I smacked his stomach. "You three need to give a girl a second to catch her breath."

As everyone close by laughed, Boomer whispered in my ear. "I'd like you to catch something. My seed in that sweet pussy over and over again until you're pregnant."

I blushed, but I also flushed with arousal. "Behave," I hissed softly.

He chuckled and then said, "Later."

The night progressed along well. By the time we called it a night, Michael was relaxed and smiling. He told me he loved my new family when we left him at his door. I reminded him I was still his. He gave me a kiss goodnight. With both parents secured for the night, it was time for us to go to bed ourselves, but I knew we wouldn't be sleeping for a while.

The door barely closed before I was being stalked through the living room, down the hallway, and into our bedroom. Boomer had the appearance of a hungry wolf on his face. He was scanning me from head to toe and licking his lips. I could see the more than impressive bulge he was sporting behind his zipper. I lifted my chin and glanced at it.

"Do you need help with something?" I asked as I smirked.

He rubbed his hand up and down his zipper as he smirked back. "I do. Are you sure you're up to handling it?" He challenged me.

"Bring it on, Brayden," I taunted him. I always got an even wilder response from him when I taunted him.

I couldn't hold in the slight squeal I made when he tackled me to the bed. He was careful not to crush me, but it got my heart pounding. I wiggled to get away just to inflame him more. He grunted as he grabbed and trapped both of my wrists to the bed with one of his hands. He leered down at me.

"What're you gonna do now? You're at my mercy. Hmm, what should I do with you? You taunted me and made me so damn hard. Do you know how hard it was not to walk around sporting an erection all day in front of my mom, Michael, and the club? You shake that ass, or I see you, smell you, and then all I want to do is taste and touch you."

"I didn't taunt you or shake my ass at you," I protested.

"Yes, you did. All you have to do is breathe and walk. Remember what I told you earlier in the clubhouse about what I'd like you to catch? I hope you're ready. Our parents have spoken. It's baby-making time. I think we should discuss it soon, but until then, let's practice."

"We can practice. The actual main event will have to wait just a while longer."

"Okay, a while. I'll check back with you next month. Now, I'm gonna let you up, and I want you to strip for me, but I want you to do it slowly."

I hid my smile as I nodded. I'd strip for him. He eased off me and then sat on the bed with his back to the headboard to watch. Before taking anything off, I took out my phone. He gave me a puzzled look. I tapped around until I got what I wanted, and then I laid it on the nightstand. Sultry music began to play. I'd been thinking about doing this to see what he thought for a while. He sat up straighter.

I gave him a sexy smile as I danced and slowly inched off my clothes. I made sure to show him how flexible I was in case he forgot. I could tell by the way he was breathing he was excited as if the bulge didn't confirm it. I swear it grew bigger. By the time I was naked, I was slick just thinking about him and what we were about to do. As I reached over to turn off the music, he came off the bed and stopped me.

"Get on the bed. My turn," he said gruffly.

I took his spot and watched as my man not only took off his clothes but he gave me a strip tease worthy of the Magic Mike movie. My mouth dropped open. He was smirking more when he was done, and I was in meltdown mode. He stalked to the bed and pulled me by the ankles to the edge of it. He gave me a hard kiss.

When he was done, he said hoarsely. "I hope you're ready because I don't think I can wait."

I answered him by running my fingers between my legs and then holding them up to his mouth. He growled as he sucked them clean before he lifted me off the bed. I hurried to put my arms and legs around him. I had no idea what he was about to do until he put my back against the wall. As my back touched it, he lowered me onto his erect cock and buried it to the hilt. I moaned long and hard at how deliciously he was stretching me and how full he made me. Wrapping my legs around him tighter with help from his hands on my hips, I bounced up and down on his cock. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was loud in the room, along with our moans, groans, muttered words, as well as our raspy pants.

It took a couple of minutes for me to come. I expected Boomer to come with me, but he kept pushing it. I didn't fully come down from the high of my orgasm before I was climbing again toward the next one. I was mindless by the time he joined me, which wasn't until the third time I orgasmed. When he came, he roared my name and swore. I felt pretty damn smug as he did.

He didn't pull out until I was on the bed. When he did, he collapsed beside me and gave me a kiss. I eagerly kissed him back. When we stopped to rest, he grinned. "Aren't you glad Michael and Mom have their own trailers? If not, what do you think they would've thought of this performance?"

I erupted into giggles as I thought about it. He was crazy, but he was mine. I'd take him any way I could have him. "I think they'd be embarrassed but would give it all nines and tens on the scorecards," I smarted back.

"Nines? Damn it, woman, let me rest a few, then I'm going for tens. I accept the challenge to my manhood." His silliness only made me giggle more. He was a man of his word. I gave him all tens after the next round. I was a very, very blessed woman.