19. Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Nineteen

Aleko

“ S ir, you have the rings, right?” My head snaps around to Bear, and although there’s no one I trust more in this world beside my Cherry Pie, the stress of wanting this moment to be perfect for her is apparently turning me into groomzilla.

“Ah, yes, little man,” Bear pats the bald clerk on the head, grinning like he’s got a secret and he just can’t hide it. “I’m a responsible person with a brain that functions perfectly well.”

“Why are you talking like that?” Whisper-yelling at Bear while staring at the courtroom entrance is a whole vibe and I’m not digging it. The only thing I can think of to calm me down is hidden in the inside pocket of my cut. Pulling out a cherry sucker, I unwrap it and stick it in my mouth.

Bliss.

“Sledge and I are trading accents for the day.” Only in my world would that phrase make any sense. No, scratch that. Not even here is it understandable.

“Hate to tell ya, but you suck at it.” My smirk is like a reflex action and my clasped hands are beginning to feel like fire ants marching to the beat of Five Finger Death Punch on speed.

“Well, you’re Greek so you don’t get a vote.” Dipping two fingers into the inside pocket of his cut, he pulls out the wedding bands I had custom made for today.

Her ring is made from the titanium I took from Philia’s frame, while mine comes from the exhaust of Cherry’s new racing bike. The one I’m building in my apartment off compound. The one she doesn’t know is her wedding gift. Obviously, the jeweler knew what the fuck he was doing and cleaned and finished the bands to perfection, adding tiny diamonds all around so when the light hits, they shine almost as bright as she does. For mine, I opted for a lighter shade of metal on the inside circle to have a semblance of matching rings.

“I still have ears, Brother. And you sound like…” I pause, look at him, and frown. “I have no fucking clue what you sound like but it ain’t British.”

Just as I say this, Sledge, Crow, and Diablo barrel in like they’ve found their new favorite bar.

“Y’all ready to get hitched?” Oh, fuck my life.

“You two need to get a fucking life. Sledge, we ain’t in Texas, lose the accent.” Also, where the fuck is my Cherry?

“Well, to be fair, I can’t tell the difference between North Carolina and Texas. Or Alabama and possibly Georgia.” Frowning, he puts a finger up and tsks. “Wait, no. Alabama is definitely different. Like molasses.” Drawing out the word, he grins wide, showing all of his perfectly white teeth. I swear the guy won some kind of genetic lottery.

Just then, the doors open again and my girl is front and center, wearing a cute little lavender dress that puts every single one of her curves on display. It’s simple and refined all at once, so much like my Cherry Pie. I even leveled up my clothes by replacing my leathers with black jeans and my t-shirt with a white button down. The cut stays. She’s marrying a biker, the cut always stays.

Fuck me, I’m instantly hard and ready for this to be over so I can fuck my wife.

Guiding her inside is Spencer, who came to the rescue when I needed him to grab Cherry’s mom and a dress she’d be happy to wear on a day like this. I would have chosen it myself but I wanted the surprise element. Kinda like the traditional not sleeping together the night before the wedding except the complete fucking opposite of that. There is no scenario in my life where I’m not sleeping next to my woman ever again.

With enough witnesses to make this official, the ID and social security numbers for the license all handed over, and the sixty dollar fee for administrative shit, I’m fucking finally making my Cherry Pie mine.

Not to mention with what we’ve got planned in the early morning, I may not be here in twenty four hours. If that’s the case, I want Mackenzie to be set with access to everything I own so she won’t ever have to worry about money again.

My teeth crack down on the rest of my sucker and I grin like a fucking loon about to get his pussy and eat it too.

As I look deep into her eyes, I shake off the hint of fear for what’s to come and embrace this perfect moment where she becomes mine and I become hers.

“Are we ready?” Damn, I forgot this dude was here.

“Yes.” We speak in unison, facing each other and both smiling like teenagers running away from home to start a new life together. It feels na?ve and new and perfect.

“Yeah, baby, let’s do this.” Sledge howls, with his hands cupped around his mouth no less, like he’s a fucking wolf at the top of a hill, and I’d punch him in the face for interrupting if I weren’t too busy chuckling.

“Um, okay. That’s enough of that.” The way the officiant just whispered his command tells me he thinks we’re crazy and he can’t wait for us to get the fuck out.

Same, man. Same.

Clearing his throat, he begins to roll out his prepared speech, and instead of being annoyed at how fucking long it is, I’m actually taking the entire moment in. No doubt Cherry’s wide grin and bright eyes filled with unshed tears of, I hope, joy are making it all perfect.

“We’re here today to witness the union of…” I refuse to look as I hear the officiant take the paper in his hand and again, clear his throat. “Aleko Ka-Kastellanos?” It comes out more like a question, and for a second I debate ripping his balls off. Instead, I keep grinning at my Cherry and ignore the mistake. “And Mackenzie Wilson in marriage. Today, you begin a new life together, founded in love, laughter, honesty, respect, and friendship. The promises you make to each other today should not be taken lightly. A marriage is more than a ceremony, it is a lasting and lifelong commitment.”

I take it back, this is way too fucking long.

“If you have rings, please take them out now.” Prompted by the officiant, Bear opens his big hand and right there in the middle of his palm sit the two rings I carefully designed.

“Oh my God, Aleko…” A tear skips down Mackenzie’s cheek and pride fills my chest like a helium balloon.

“Do you, Aleko, take Mackenzie to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer 'I do'."

Now we’re talking. “I fucking do with cherries on top.”

“Um, yes, a simple ‘I do’ will suffice.” I’m pretty sure we’ve traumatized this poor guy but I can’t find it in me to care.

“Do you, Mackenzie, take Aleko to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live? If so, answer ‘I do’."

“I fucking do with…me on top.” The entire courtroom erupts in cheers and I didn’t know it was possible but, in this moment, I fall even deeper in love with my…is she my wife yet?

“Please, a little decorum.” Bet he’s taking an early retirement, for sure. “By the virtue of the authority vested in me by the state of North Carolina, I now pronounce you married.”

My hand, heavier than it has ever felt with my eternal vow wrapped around my left ring finger, I clutch onto the back of Cherry’s head and pull her roughly to me, kissing her deeply and making sure she can feel every ounce of love I feel for her.

“You may now kiss.” No, I did not wait for permission to kiss my wife.

The sounds of hoots and hollers fade to the background as I continue devouring Cherry’s mouth, sucking on her tongue and crushing her close enough against my chest that I can feel her heartbeat in sync with mine.

“No going back now, baby. You’re all fucking mine.”

The biggest mistake every one made was leaving us behind. By everyone, I do mean the officiant who couldn’t haul ass out of here fast enough.

“What are you doing?” Cherry follows me as I walk to the double doors and lock them.

“I’m fucking my wife.”

“I think you’re supposed to say ‘making love’.” She thinks she’s funny.

“Hmm, maybe.” Turning, I eye her up and down, picturing her sprawled out on the nearest flat surface.

“Can you at least wait until we get home?” I smirk as she starts walking backwards, matching me step for step as I stalk her, commanding which way she goes.

“Not a fucking chance, Cherry.” When the back of her knees hit the edge of a wooden table, I place my hands on her thighs and invade her space. “Spread.”

Without a second’s hesitation, my Cherry not only widens her thighs, opening herself for me, but she takes the hem of her dress and shows me her pretty pink cunt.

“This no underwear thing is becoming a habit.” Sliding my hands up to her hips, I pull her right up to the edge so she’s perfectly aligned to where my mouth is about to be. “I approve, baby. Anything you do to give me quick access to your pussy is a yes from me.” I reach out and grab the back of the chair to my left, pulling it behind me so I can sit down and admire what’s mine.

“Hmm, this isn’t American Idol , Aleko. I don’t need a ‘yes’ from you.” Her sass makes me chuckle but her moan when I bite her clit makes me even happier.

“The faster you come, the harder I’ll fuck you.” My Cherry understands the assignment when she leans back and presses her hand against the back of my head, taking control of how hard and how fast I eat her pussy.

The ball on my barbell plays along her slit before rolling around her clit, and when I lap her up like my favorite cream on top of a chocolate dessert, I revel in the way her body starts to quake, her legs start to tremble, and her nails dig deeper and deeper into my scalp.

One hand unbuttons my jeans, knowing this isn’t going to last long and as soon as she comes, she’ll need to be riding my dick.

As her cum starts to trickle onto my tongue, my face pressed so hard against her cunt, I wonder if this is the way I die in this lifetime. If so, I’m okay with that.

Except it’s not, because as soon as the post-orgasmic tremors set in, I pick her up by the waist and, with nimble fingers, open my jeans and impale her on my raging hard cock.

We both moan, long and sensual, as I fuck my Cherry Pie in the very room where I made her my partner for life. Our first time as husband and wife. We’ll probably go to Hell for this level of disrespect, but I’ve done much worse in my life to gain access to the devil’s house. I’m not worried about it.

Holding her down by the shoulders as my Cherry rides me up and down, I can feel every pulse and every squeeze of her pussy around my cock. She’s always been nice and tight, a perfect fit for every fuck, and I don’t know if it’s our new status or something else, but today feels different. Today is different.

Today, I’m making my Cherry come not as Mackenzie Wilson but as Mackenzie Kastellanos, and that makes all the fucking difference in the world.

“Come for me, baby. Come nice and hard.” Fuck me, does she ever.

With her head thrown back like the goddess that she is, I hold her by the shoulders and piston in and out of her slick, tight little cunt like a man on a fucking mission. We grunt and scream as sweat gathers around my neck and at my temples.

“Right there, Aleko. Right fucking there.”

On my last hard thrust, I growl with how powerfully my orgasm hits me. I spurt every fucking drop of my cum inside her pussy as it squeezes and pulses with each contraction of her walls.

We’re both breathing heavy, panting like we’ve just run a triathlon without a single second of rest when a sound gets my attention.

It’s not me, and it’s not Cherry, which means only one thing.

“Hey! What the hell are you two doing here?”

Busted.

“Is it bad if I tell you not to go?” My Cherry Pie is gorgeous at any point of the day, but that moment she first wakes up—blonde hair fanned out, eyes half mast, voice croaking and thick with sleep—she’s at her best.

“No, my sweet, sweet wife.” Fuck, I love the sound of that. The weight of my ring on my left finger brings me peace, a sense of belonging outside of my club. “I think I’d be offended if you just rolled over and went back to sleep.”

“Honestly, it’s fuck off o’clock, I’m tempted to do just that but…” Wrapping all four limbs around me, she clings on like a sloth and buries her face in the crook of my neck. “I also never want to let you go.”

To be fair, I’m tempted to do the same thing, but I have to get up. Outside our suite, the commotion of brothers getting up and pumped about what’s about to go down is only a reminder of how important it is for me to go out there.

“I need you to promise me you won’t leave the compound until we get back and the danger is over.” No doubt, I’m still gun shy when it comes to this subject. Every time I asked—okay, fine, told her—to stay home, she’d end up somewhere else and that usually ended up being dangerous or deadly.

“I promise I won’t leave the compound until you get back and the danger is over.” I swear, that fucking sass will get her in trouble one day. And by trouble, I do mean an ass so red I’ll be calling her Cherry for a whole other reason.

“Keep that smart mouth up, sweet wife, and I’ll have to find a suitable punishment for it.”

“Promise?” Her words are muffled and I’m pretty sure she’s falling back asleep, which can’t happen.

“I promise you the world, baby.” I kiss the top of her head and take a deep breath, her scent giving me the strength I need to get through this morning. “But first, it’s time to get up.”

Having to unwrap her from my body isn’t easy, neither physically nor emotionally, but I don’t have a choice. As the enforcer, I’m expected to be front and center, protecting this club from outside threats.

The banging on the door with each passing member is a reminder of that. Ninja and Bandit both startle at the sound, jumping from their little beds and running straight to Cherry for comfort and love. Swallowing a jealous growl at the sight of my pet rats getting comfortable on my wife’s perfect skin, I remember…I’m a fucking adult and can control my emotions. Sometimes.

“Gotta bolt, baby.”

“I hate this.” Goddamn, hearing her admission is like a dagger to the heart.

“When I get back, I’ll fuck your worries away.”

“Then I’ll walk around without panties again as motivation to be safe and be quick.” When I pull my wife away, I realize her husky voice may not be from sleep but more because she’s crying. Silent tears, I’m finding out, are more gut wrenching than outright sobbing…and that’s saying something considering we can sometimes hear Vanessa’s cries all the way down the hall.

“You know me so fucking well, Cherry baby. Your pussy will get me back here in no time.” Before I change my mind, I bring my palm to her throat, mouth at the perfect angle so I can rip a goodbye kiss from her, and walk into battle with her taste on my lips. “Gotta go.”

This time, I jump out of bed so I’m not tempted to say fuck it all and hide under the sheets with my new wife.

I piss, I brush my teeth, I get dressed.

When I realize her taste is already gone, I go back to my Cherry Pie, squeeze her cheeks together with one hand and devour her fucking mouth like it’s the only thing that’ll keep me alive.

Then I pop a cherry sucker in my mouth and wink.

“Be good.” She knows what my words mean, nodding once with conviction.

“Come back to me.” This time, I take her left hand, bring her titanium ring to my mouth, and place a gentle kiss on the symbol of our forever union.

“Always.”

By the time we all get packed up and ready to go, we’re completely jacked up on adrenaline. Except for Grinder and Boner. I’m pretty sure they’ve got a couple of white lines up their noses.

Outside, we’ve got our bikes ready to go and two black vans full of people and equipment following us on site, courtesy of Marco Mancini and the Reapers.

“Before we go, I want to say a few words.” Hoops waits for the brothers and Reapers, along with a few of the Mancini soldiers, to settle down. “We’re not military and we’re not trained for fucking combat, but the sheer number of us can go in, blow shit up, and get the fuck right out of that hell hole.” Pointing to the crowd standing around him, he adds. “Our Prez? He’s with you. He’s right here, always fucking here.” We all follow his lead by beating our fists against our chests right where our hearts are beating overtime. “No one dies tonight. We get our latest intel from Glitch over there and if we follow his lead, we all come home. That’s the goal. We. All. Come. Home.”

Cheers and hollers ring out and I can’t ignore the tingling at the back of my neck telling me to look up to the front door. And there she is. My beacon, my reason for coming home in one piece.

I nod to her and she nods right back, bringing her ring to her mouth and kissing it. I follow suit, and in that private moment, we reinforce our promises.

“I’m not going to bore you with details but this is what you need to know.” Glitch stands on the hood of the van and gives us the downlow on the basics of the situation. “We’ll be arriving from three different points. My van will be the closest, parked just a couple of yards away from the property so I can go in through the back door of their wifi and general electricity. I’ve rerouted their access so if they call for assistance, they’ll be calling our van where Flower, here, will have the best customer service in the history of customer service.” Flower finger waves to the crowd and smiles like she’s performing for the Miss America pageant.

“Why three arrival points?” One of the soldiers asks the question a few of us were wondering.

“Too many of us. If we arrive as one, from one street, it’ll set off alarm bells in the neighborhood and we don’t want that. The element of surprise is the only thing that’ll guarantee success.”

Taking out a piece of paper, he reads off a few names. “Ryder, Tabs, Diablo and…Kincaid.” Looking up, he sees the hands of the names he called in the air. Ryder is a soldier and Tabs a Reaper. “You guys are quietly going to the four houses around the Beaufort property telling those people to stay inside and hide somewhere safe. Make sure you wear your balaclavas. Plausible deniability.”

They nod, having heard these instructions already during the week.

“Jonesy and Bash, you’ll be running point in the van with me and making sure everyone is coordinated. Now, this is important. The Beauforts’ security system has an extra to it, which means that once I’ve deactivated it, you’ll have three minutes to get inside before anyone is alerted. The soldiers will be covering for the Sons outside so they can get inside the house. Team A members are equipped with ear buds so Bash and Jonesy can give vital information. The rest? Well, let’s just hope you’re all brushed up on your Special Ops VR.” We chuckle, knowing there’s a world of fucking difference between video games and reality, but we’ll take everything we can get to make sure we get home safe.

We ride out, fighting the urge to make a fuckton of noise with the sheer amount of adrenaline pumping through our systems, and the whole way there I run the plan through my head. My sucker is gone and I wish I could take another out to help with the nervous energy, but I need both hands free and it’s easier to shout at a motherfucker without sucking on a stick.

Whoever gets Beaufort will let the others know so we can get the fuck out of there. At this point, the goal isn’t to kill him. That’s too kind.

Also, we want the Irish dead. All of them. The Reapers and soldiers are chomping at the bit to put those fuckers in the ground.

After that, everything happens so quickly that we won’t have time to think or have any type of regrets. When Glitch mentioned Team A, he meant Hoops, Shade, Sledge, Bear, and myself. Crow, Grinder, and Boner will be coming in from the back door to intercept anyone trying to run.

On paper, our plan is foolproof. On paper.

We park our bikes far enough away that we don’t alert anyone in Beaufort’s entourage, especially the Irish guards we’re expecting to find at the front of the property. After Mackenzie’s little visit to the property, and all the recon the Reapers have done for us, we know the front lawn is closed off with a gate that rivals any Hollywood star types.

But it’s fine, we planned for that.

“Don’t take too much, you want to stay light and use a weapon you’re comfortable with.” Crow uses his ex-military experience to guide us one last time. “Psycho, take a couple of knives. I know you’re a fan.” I grin, knowing damn well I look demonic in the beam of my flashlight.

Everyone is in place, waiting for Glitch to give the go ahead, and during that time, silence is key. There are about twenty of us in various places, having left enough of us back at the compound to make sure our girls are safe and protected should any of these fuckers get crazy ideas.

“Ten seconds, get ready.” Bash’s voice is clear in my ear and my eyes meet my brothers’ gazes. In that quick moment, we tell each other everything we need to say.

Love. Brotherhood. Loyalty. Prez.

“Soldiers are going in. Team A, stand by.” It’s fucking hard. Waiting is the fucking worst, but moving in before it’s time is a sure way of fucking this up to all Hell.

The pop pop pop of guns and the grunts of men falling to the ground rings in my ears and I can’t help the evil grin that rises at the corners of my lips knowing those assholes were taken by surprise.

We warned you, too, you cowardly motherfuckers.

“Team A: go, go, go.” Rounding the corner of the property wall, we run inside the open gate and bust through the front door, where chaos erupts. I’ve got a hand on Bear’s shoulder as I check his six and make sure no one is flanking us.

In the living room, I see a bald guy running toward us and I don’t even stop and think. I react. I throw a knife, watching it twirl through the air before it sinks to the hilt in his forehead.

“Let’s go.” Without yelling, but making sure my brothers can hear me, I pull the knife out of the now-dead body and wipe it clean before running upstairs.

“I’ve got the son!” Sledge yells out from somewhere on the property.

Nice. That piece of shit wanted to hurt my Cherry. He’ll regret that move.

“Motherfucker! There’s a helicopter on the roof. How the fuck did we miss that?” It’s then I hear the tell-tale sound of blades whipping around.

Bear and I both take off running like we’ve got flames licking up our asses, taking the steps two by two and looking for an entrance to the roof. This house is fucking huge and we don’t have time to look before the alarm resets and the cops are here.

“Get out, now! Get out!” Bash is shouting in our ears, and at first I refuse because letting that fucker leave is not the fucking plan.

Kicking out one of the windows, I scream out over the helicopter engine.

“We’ve got your son. I will fucking kill him if you don’t come back.” Just then, the helicopter rises into the sky, Beaufort in the pilot seat, staring at me. He knows exactly where I am.

He heard me. He ignored me.

I shoot at the metal bird, knowing those fuckers are fragile, but I didn’t choose long range and it’s too far for me to get a good shot. I miss all three attempts, and my knives are useless in this situation.

I am many things, but a liar I am not. My promises are gold.

From below, soldiers are aiming at the helicopter, but I turn and stalk back to where Sledge is holding Beaufort junior by the back of his hair with a gun to his head.

I don’t hesitate. I aim. “Your father doesn't give a shit about you.” I shoot and don’t fucking miss.

“Shit, Psycho! I was just standing there, mate. You could’ve shot off my balls.”

“Good thing I’m a good shot.”

“Right on.”

After that, we get the fuck out of there before the cops arrive, all taking different exits so we’re not in easily identifiable clumps.

Once we’re back at the compound, we debrief at church with disappointment in our hearts and souls because none of us will rest until Harrison Beaufort is as dead as his rapist son.