Chapter 36

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SIX

CLINK

“When do we strike?” Piston asks.

“The phone number app thing is all set up?” I ask.

He jerks his chin, his lips curving up in a grin. “It’s set the fuck up.”

Jerking my chin, I look over to Nash. I lift my hand and hold my palm up to Piston and Fate. “I’ll be right back. I gotta ask Nash something.”

I stand and walk over to Nash. He’s nursing a beer, something he doesn’t usually do. Nash is old school. A beer gets put in front of him, he drinks said beer, and that’s that. This strikes me as odd, but it’s not the reason I'm approaching him.

“You got a second?” I ask.

He arches a brow, leaning back as he brings his beer to his lips and takes a sip. Sitting down in the chair across from him, I clear my throat before I lean back in my own seat. We stare at one another for a moment, and for the first time, I really look at him.

He hasn’t been my president since I went through my year of being a prospect and became a patched member. He retired shortly after that, so I don’t know him well. He’s King’s father, and he’s the president of his chapter, so I see him often.

“You get James yet?” I ask.

He grins, but the smile doesn’t reach his eyes. For the first time since I've known him, he looks his age—just in this instance. In the next moment, his expression changes, and he appears fifteen years younger again.

“Not yet. She’s on a truck that is going out tonight.”

“And you’re going to handle that?” I ask. “Unless you’re going to let it go.”

He snorts, his eyes finding mine. “And she’ll go where? Into whose hands?”

I don’t bother asking him if he’s got some kind of attachment to her already. He clearly does. It’s not my business, though. It’s his shit, and if he wants to rescue Vixen’s daughter and keep her for herself, that’s on him.

“I’ll be getting her tonight and taking her back to Corpus.”

Dipping my chin slightly, I look across the table at him. “You won’t be coming back?” I ask.

Selfishly, I know Nash is a huge fucking asset to the club with this shit going down. He’s been helping gather information about the Southern Mafia and organizing it. We have a bit of a long road still ahead of us. Even if we fuck over the Demon Guns today, it’s not done and over yet. Probably won’t be for years, if I’m being honest.

“Won’t be coming back, but I’m on call if needed. And the other men in my club are ready to fucking go.”

Jerking my chin, I clear my throat. “You’ll be missed, Nash. And I fucking mean that shit with my whole goddamn chest.”

Without another word, I turn my back to him and walk back to my table. We need to get this shit sorted, handled, and get a move on it. I’m ready to send these text messages and watch the Demon Guns burn to the goddamn ground, to explode from the inside out.

“Let’s do this,” I announce as I sit down across from Piston.

I hear Fate chuckle beside me. We’re all ready. I want this war over and done with. I want my woman to be able to breathe free. To breathe easy. Laughing softly, I jerk my chin.

“Let’s fucking do this,” I rasp again.

My gaze slides to the stairs, where I find my woman standing at the top of them. She’s wearing a pair of short shorts and a cutoff tank top. Her hair is in a messy bun, and I know she’s not wearing any makeup. Not that she needs it, because she fucking doesn’t.

My woman is gorgeous no matter what she’s got on. In fact, she’s even more beautiful naked. But that’s neither here nor there. Piston fucks around on his computer. I can hear him clicking, but I can’t take my eyes off this woman of mine.

I wonder if she’s pregnant. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I’ve never fucked her with a condom. I want her to be pregnant. I want my baby growing inside of her. I want her to be tied to me until the day I fucking die.

I’m not sure I give a shit what that says about me, mainly because I fucking love her. “What does the schedule look like after this?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her. She watches me as well.

Goddamn, I want to be inside of her right fucking now.

“I got this, brother,” Piston murmurs. I can tell he’s concentrating. “Go ahead and do whatever the fuck you want. I got this part. Fate can help me.”

Whatever the fuck I want… is basically to fuck my woman. I don’t need to be told twice. Standing, I give him a wave as I move toward her. My feet carry me quickly up the stairs, and by the time I’ve reached her side, I wrap my arms around her and pick her up, then carry her straight to my bedroom.

“Humble,” Dillion squeaks.

I kick the door behind me and toss her onto the bed. I watch as she bounces twice. When I dive toward her, she squeals again. Swear to fuck, I will never get tired of hearing her little noises. I fucking love them all.

Stripping out of my clothes, I climb onto the bed and crawl toward her, then touch my mouth to hers. I grunt as she widens her legs, making room for me, for my hips. Gently guiding my tongue inside her mouth, I swirl and taste all of her.

When I break this kiss, I nibble on her bottom lip before I lift my gaze to meet hers. Slipping my hand beneath her shorts and panties, I slide my fingers through her folds, feeling her wet center.

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Fucking fuck, you’re wet, baby.”

Dillion whimpers, cupping my cheeks as her gaze finds mine. Dipping my chin, I touch my mouth to hers but don’t deepen the kiss. I can’t concentrate on kissing her when my hand is between her legs.

She lifts her hips, her body moving as she climbs closer and closer to the edge, toward her climax. My fingers move faster, swirling around her clit harder. I need her to come. I want to feel her wetness coat my fingers before it coats my cock.

“Please,” she whimpers against my lips.

Pinching her clit, I continue working her, and I know when I’m on the right track. Her hands fly up, and she grabs my biceps, gripping them as her hips buck, lifting and falling faster and harder until she gasps and her whole body freezes.

She comes.

I feel her come. Her wetness coats my hand. Moaning, I lift my head and look into her eyes. Slowly, her lids open, and her gaze finds mine. “Please, Humble. I need you inside me.”

She doesn’t have to ask twice. Honestly, she doesn’t have to ask once. I’m more than ready to fuck her into the mattress as much as she wants. Maybe more. Probably more. Without a doubt, more.

I need to feel her cunt wrapped around me—immediately.

DILLION

Waking up alone has become a normal thing here in the clubhouse. I’m sure Humble’s been working on whatever it is he’s doing, which he hasn’t really clarified. I don’t want to know either.

I’m sure I wouldn’t like it, especially since I know it has something to do with the Southern Mafia, and I don’t like anything they’ve ever been involved with a day in my life.

Moving through the room, I gather my clothes and then make my way to the shower. I don’t know what today is going to bring, but I have to at least get dressed. I can’t sit around in pajamas all day long. I’ll get sad.

I don’t want to be sad. I’m already feeling blue from being stuck in this clubhouse without any idea of when I’ll be able to leave. Once I’ve showered and dressed for the day, I check my phone on the counter and frown. There’s a message from my realtor.

I scan the message, then open the e-signature page. She needs me to sign something because the buyer wants to close earlier than expected. Chewing on my bottom lip, I wonder what the fuck I’m going to do because it’s not like I can go and pack up my things even if I wanted to.

Humble would lose his shit if I tried to leave. He almost lost it completely when I was just getting a little sun right outside the building. I can’t imagine what he would do if I tried to go home and pack up my house.

The fact that someone has decided I need to die, that they’ve put a price on my head, is enough to keep my ass put, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to get out of here. I’ve got things to handle.

I open up the documents, and for the first time ever, I read the name of the buyer. Before, I just quickly signed it and didn’t pay attention to who was buying it because I didn’t care. I still don’t, really, but now I’m curious.

The buyer's name is listed in bold on the document. It stares back at me, and no matter how many times I blink, it stays the same name: Humble Maddison. I can’t believe it. How? I am in shock. I’m not sure what to do. How to react past being in shock.

Gripping my phone in my hand, I decide to go in search of him. I want to know what the actual hell is going on. It doesn’t take me long to find him. Humble is standing beside the men whom he’s been quietly discussing things with since I was told not to leave here.

I can’t wait to have this conversation, though, so I walk directly up to their circle, and the conversation comes to a halt the moment I’m within hearing range. “Humble, can I talk to you for a second?” I ask.

The other two men clear their throats. I can’t even tell who they are. I can’t see straight to recognize them. I’m too upset to try. It doesn’t matter, and I don’t care. Right now, I need to know what the hell is going on.

Humble closes the distance between us, and his hand wraps around mine before he walks us toward the corner of the bar. I notice he doesn’t take me down the hallway or back to his room.

“When were you going to tell me that you were buying my brother’s house?” I snap the moment we stop walking.

He turns to me, his lips curved up into a smile. Then he chuckles and shakes his head a couple of times, his eyes never leaving mine. “You just figured that out?”

His gaze stays completely focused on me as he watches me. Searching my eyes in silence before he leans forward, his lips still curved up into a smirk before he speaks.

“I didn’t keep it a secret, baby.”

“Well, I just noticed it,” I snap. “What the hell, Humble?”

He shifts closer, and his lips touch mine before he brushes them across my own, then lifts his head. He chuckles softly, then clears his throat again.

“I noticed you were putting it up for sale, and I couldn’t let that happen.”

“Why?” I demand an answer.

Instead of verbally saying anything immediately, he shrugs his shoulder. I open my mouth to demand that he tell me what is happening but then snap it closed when he starts to explain himself.

“I couldn’t let you sell that house. I couldn’t let you move. I get that your brother was a piece of shit. I think he was, too, but he didn’t buy that house because he had any kind of attachment to it. He bought that shit as some kind of disguise. To appear as if he was one of us.”

“But he wasn’t,” I whisper.

“I’m sure it was really so he could do Southern Mafia shit without us overhearing or finding out about it. Doesn’t matter. It’s a good house, be a good starter for us, and I have the cash. We’ll remodel. Take out anything and everything that reminds you of Loner.”

All of the breath has been taken from my body— stolen .

I don’t know what is going to happen next, but for whatever reason, I’m suddenly okay with the fact that he’s buying my house—for us.

“I own it outright, Humble. You don’t have to buy it.”

He tilts his head to the side, his eyes unmoving from mine. “Yeah, I do.” His voice is deep and gravelly. “I need to be the one who owns it. I’m the man, and I pay the bills. I’m also the only one with a job right now, and that’s okay. I want you to figure out what you want out of life.”

“What I want…” My words trail off because I’m not quite sure what to say.

I don’t know what I want. I don’t know if I’ll ever know. I tried college, and it didn’t work for me, and besides the fact that it’s just too damn expensive, I’m not good at school. I’m not good at anything.

“Whatever you want, baby. You want to stay home, have my babies and raise them. You want to go to school and have whatever the fuck career. Whatever it is, baby, you have the time to do whatever the fuck you want.”

I’m sure they shouldn’t, but his words cause my eyes to water. I cup his cheek and gaze into his beautiful eyes.

“I don’t deserve you, Humble.”

He snorts. “No, baby. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you. I’m a complete fucking piece of shit. I have done nothing to earn your love, your devotion. In fact, I’ve been a dick. And I’ll probably continue being a dick. And yet here you are, being fucking perfection.”

His lips touch mine, and then his tongue slides inside me. My knees go weak, my entire body melts, and I realize that this man could probably do and say just about anything to me, and it wouldn’t change the way I feel about him.

I love him.

Stupidly.