Twisted Chapter 11

My hopes of getting them moved to the compound and into my house over the weekend were dashed. Arif came home from school with a fever and a cough. Zahirah didn't want to risk making others sick, especially the small kids at the compound, so she insisted they stay put. I agreed until she tried to tell me it meant I had to stay away so I wouldn't get it. We argued. Her stormy side came out, but I got her to agree with me in the end. Maybe she did because I told her I'd sleep outside in the cold on her porch. I played dirty when I had to.

When we told the kids she and I were together as a couple and that I wanted them to live with me, they were unsurprised by the couple part and thrilled at the idea of moving. Once Arif was better, the plan would be carried out. While Zahirah tended to him, I left long enough to go home and get some of my things.

After they went to bed that night, we went to bed in Zahirah's room. I'd planned to stay out on the couch, but we were told they weren't stupid. They knew I'd wait until they went to bed and then sneak into her room anyway. They rolled their eyes as they said it. With them in the know and not acting as if they cared, we said the hell with it.

By the following day, Aliya was sick, too. Zahirah was running around pushing the supplements, vitamins, orange juice, and other concoctions on them and even had me take some to prevent us from getting sick. She worried that if she became ill, who would take care of the kids? I asked her if she thought I was incapable. She said no, but men didn't like dealing with sickness. Man, I had a lot to teach her about her man.

They were miserable all weekend and missed school on Monday and Tuesday. While they tried to get better, I was in contact with Wire and some of my other brothers. The partial plate hadn't helped him to find the car. The idea to check the families of the three boys hadn't panned out, which we hadn't expected. None of them had a vehicle with that particular number sequence in it. The only good thing was they hadn't been back to harass them or to break in. I had news for them, though. If they did, I'd be waiting for them.

To stay busy, I took care of the stuff that got torn up outside and helped her pack items she wanted to bring to my house. When I couldn't be there because I had to go to work, one of the prospects or a brother came to the house to stay even though Zahirah said it wasn't needed during the day. I wasn't taking a chance, though.

By Wednesday, they were feeling much better and able to go back to school. By some miracle, Zahirah and I hadn't caught whatever they had. Maybe all those things she made me drink and swallow did work. After she returned to work on the stuff she neglected while they were sick, I decided to go to the Depot. Rather than make someone stay with her when I mentioned it, she asked if she could come with me. I was surprised she wanted to, but I didn't have a problem with it, so I said yes.

Pulling into the parking lot, I scanned it. There weren't a lot of trucks here at this time of day. It would begin filling up in the evening, and then it would be full by nightfall. I helped her out of the truck and explained what we did there. It seems she'd never stopped. She admitted why.

"I've always seen the trucks, and I find them intimidating. When they pass you on the highway, they shake the car. I don't like driving much to begin with, but they make it worse. I get my gas at the station on the other side of town."

"Well, I can't have that, so I'll gas up your car when needed."

"No, you won't. If it means that much to you, I'll come here."

We were still half-debating it when we walked in the door. My swift scan showed everything inside appeared to be good. Today, Otis, Melissa, and Hector were working. They looked curious as they noticed my arm around her, but they didn't ask. They did call out greetings. Walking over to where they were currently gathered, I made introductions.

"Zahirah, these are three of our employees. This is Hector, Melissa, and Otis. Everyone, this is Zahirah. She's my woman." I couldn't call her my old lady yet until the club voted on it tomorrow night in church. But the moment they said yes, I'd announce it far and wide. Their eyes widened.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she told them.

They returned it. We chatted for a few minutes before I excused us to go to the office. I had some paperwork to do. Most of it I could do remotely, but it made it easier to do it all at once, and it gave me an excuse to check on how things were going. If you were always gone, staff could get lazy or sloppy. Zari had brought her laptop and worked on one of her designs while I did my thing. We'd finish off here, then head out to get the kids at school. We'd been at it maybe an hour when there was a knock at the door. I called out for whomever it was to come in. When the door opened, I saw that it was Otis.

"Boss, one of those new truckers I told you about is out here. I thought you might wanna check him out."

"Yeah, I do. I'll be back, babe."

"Go do what you need to do. I'll be fine," she assured me.

After dropping a kiss on her mouth, I went with Otis. He had a big grin on his face. I elbowed him as we went. He unobtrusively pointed out the man. I hung back and observed. He did have the general appearance of a million other truckers who came through a place like this, but there was something about him that I thought was shifty. The way his eyes scanned the store and he focused on anyone who was female a little too long, made my hackles go up. He didn't approach them, but I didn't like it. When he finally paid and left, I watched him from the doorway. He took his time getting to his truck and then pulling out. Once he was gone, I went back to talk to my team.

"I agree. He is odd. Are you sure he hasn't bothered anyone whenever he's been here?"

"Not as far as anyone has said or we've seen. You can ask the others if they have, but if he has, they haven't said anything," Hector said.

"Well, you know the drill. Keep an eye on them, and call me if they cause any trouble. If necessary, call the cops."

"We will," Otis promised.

The other two nodded when Hector groaned and muttered, "What's she doing here?" He was looking toward the main door. I glanced over and wanted to swear. Sauntering in even though it was her day off was none other than Willa. She was dressed like a damn lot lizard. She got a huge smile on her face when she saw me and came rushing over. If I could've run without looking like a pussy, I would've. I wasn't in the mood for her, although that was true every time I saw her.

"It's my lucky day. I've missed you. I thought you'd never come to see me," she purred in her annoying voice.

"I didn't come to see you. If you're here to get gas or pick something up, do it, and then go. I've got work to finish."

I went to walk off, but she caught my arm and tugged on it. "Don't be like that. You know you love seeing me. Did you bring your bike? I didn't see it. Is it in the back? We should take a ride."

She had the audacity to run her hand up my arm. I shrugged it off, but as I did, I heard a hiss from behind me, and Willa placed her hand back on me. Turning and praying, it wasn't who I thought it was. I saw that my prayer wasn't answered. Standing there, not a bit amused, was Zahirah. Her gaze was glued to Willa. There was a storm brewing in those dark eyes of hers. Marching up to us, she picked up Willa's hand and then dropped it like it was dirty.

"Who do you think you are touching me?" Willa shrieked at her.

"Who am I? I'm his, which means he's mine. Where I come from, you don't go around touching another woman's man. It could get you cut or worse," she said in a very threatening tone.

"His woman? He doesn't have one, but if he did, it would be me. Tell her, Twisted," was Willa's witty comeback.

I wanted to roar at her and tell her to get it through her goddamn head. I would never be hers. Surely she wasn't that fucking dense. Fighting to control my temper, I tried again.

"Willa, I've told you and told you. I'll never be yours. You can't come to the clubhouse to party. You can't ride on the back of my bike. It's reserved for my old lady. And yes, Zahirah is my woman. Now, get out, and I don't want to see you here until it's your shift to work."

"She works here?" Zahirah asked incredulously.

As I reluctantly nodded, Willa started her caterwauling.

"I can't believe you'd pick her! I've been trying to show you I would make the perfect old lady, and you keep playing games. Now you go and tell me she's your woman. I can't believe it. You're lying. This is a cruel joke. There's no way you'd want her when you can have me." She sneered at Zari.

"And why the hell not?" I asked, growing more pissed off by the second.

"Look at her."

"I am."

"She's not like us. She's different."

"She means my skin is the wrong color, and it's obvious I wasn't born here," Zahirah added stonily.

"Exactly. She can't be an old lady. She's not even American."

I let a growl rip out of me. Willa's expression turned worried.

"She's not American!? Like fuck she's not, but even if she wasn't, no rule says she has to be to be my old lady. And after the club votes her in tomorrow night, it'll be official. Maybe when you see her wearing her property cut, you'll believe it. I'm done with your nonsense and bullshit. If you want to continue to work here, this will be the last time you pull this crap. I've got shit to finish, and you were leaving," I snapped.

As she pouted and stomped her foot like a two-year-old, I took Zahirah's hand and led her back to the office. The other three were unabashedly watching the whole thing. They did give us sympathetic grimaces. As soon as the door closed behind us, I pushed Zari up against the wall and took her mouth. She kissed me back just as hungrily as I kissed her. My blood was up, and it had the effect of making me horny on top of how turned on her words about cutting Willa and that I was hers made me. My cock was hardening in record time. It wasn't the time or place for sex, but I knew I wouldn't be able to wait. I had to have her. I leaned over and locked the door.

"Take off your pants and panties and go to the desk," I gruffly ordered as I undid my belt, then the button and zipper on my jeans. She appeared stunned, but I saw she was aroused, too. She stumbled to the desk and then took off her bottoms quickly. As she revealed her lower half, I moaned. I had my cock out and in my hand. I stroked it as she stripped. When she was bare, I gave her my next demand.

"Turn around and bend over the desk," I panted. I had these images of Zari bent over it and me pounding her from behind.

When she did, and I saw her round ass, I growled. My hands shook as I sheathed myself in a condom. Walking up behind her and spreading her cheeks, I was thrilled to see she was wet. I didn't have the patience to wait. Notching the tip at the entrance of her pussy, I thrust inside in one long stroke. She cried out, then stopped. She'd put a hand over her mouth. The sensation of her enclosing me was fucking heavenly.

"That's it. Fuck, yes. Take all of me. You're mine. My woman, my old lady. You're the only one I want. The only one who'll be on the back of my bike. The only pussy I need or want," I muttered as I slammed into her again and again.

She was whimpering, but it wasn't in pain. I ground into her and kept stroking deep. After only a few minutes, I knew I needed her to come with me, and soon, so I slid my hand between her and the desk and proceeded to rub her distended clit. She shuddered and moaned.

I kept doing it as I fucked her harder and faster. The loud smacks of our flesh hitting together pushed me even closer to coming. Just as my balls drew up to blow my load, she muffled a scream then her cream flooded my cock. I pumped the condom full as I unloaded. I had to stop myself from hoping the condom would break again. Damn, what I wouldn't give to have her pregnant. She'd kill me if she knew I was putting that out there, no doubt. I slumped over her back when I finished as we tried to regain our breath. Once again, the best sex of my life. Yep, no way was I ever letting her go.

Her shaking was what made me stop daydreaming. I pulled out, holding the condom in place. "Are you alright, Zari?" I asked in concern. A giggle escaped her as she turned to face me. She was working not to laugh. Merriment danced in her eyes.

"You know, laughing after your man just gave you the best sex of his life isn't a nice thing to do. My fragile male ego is hurt," I informed her sternly while fighting not to laugh just because she was.

This caused her to laugh out loud before she got herself under control enough to speak. "Brody, you never have to worry about your male ego not being the biggest in the world. I was laughing, not at your performance but at the thought of your employees wondering what was happening here and guessing what they'd say if they heard us. I'm going to hell. I know it. When you get that certain look, you make all rational thoughts leave my mind. The one that screams ‘get naked right now.'"

Rolling off the condom, which appeared intact, I knotted it off and then grabbed a few tissues out of the box on the desk. I handed her a couple, then disposed of the used condom in the other one after wiping myself with it—no need to have it lying openly in the trash can. I chuckled.

"If they guessed or heard us, they'd feel jealous. I want to say I'm sorry for taking you like that and in here, but I can't because it would be a lie. It's your fault I did it anyway."

I was tucking everything away and doing up my jeans and belt. She gasped at me. She was putting on her panties after wiping. "How is it my fault!?"

"You came out there with your claws showing, being all possessive, calling me yours, and threatening to cut her. How the hell did you expect me to react? Acting like that is like waving a red flag in front of a bull. There's no option. I had to make love to you, or I would've died from the lack of blood flow to my brain."

She laughed so hard she was almost unbalanced trying to get her pants back on. I lent her a hand to steady her, then helped her pull them up. When we were both fully dressed, she hooked her arms behind my neck and drew me down. Right before our mouths touched, she whispered, "Then I guess it's a good thing you were able to get rid of all the pressure buildup. Although I had no idea your nuts and cock were directly connected to your brain."

"Baby, haven't you heard men's brains are in their cocks," I informed her before taking her mouth hungrily.

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We got out of there without anyone appearing to know what we did. They kept it off their faces and made no comments if they knew. We told them goodbye and then headed off to pick up the kids from school. I loved how domesticated it made me feel to do it. We parked where Zahirah said she waited. We'd pick up Aliya first since she got out about fifteen minutes earlier than Arif. I saw we weren't the only ones parked on this side street. More and more cars came to take a spot.

"Does anyone ride the bus? Or is it because the buses only go to certain areas?" I asked. I'd never thought about it, but it was something I should know now.

"Kids still ride them, and I think they go just about everywhere. There's one which comes to our street."

"Why don't Arif and Aliya ride it? I'm not saying I mind picking them up. I'm just wondering."

"They did at first, but they were picked on so badly I couldn't keep sending them on it every day, waiting to find out what was said or done. It was easier to take them. I used to pick them up, too, but they insisted I let them walk home unless it was bad weather. If they walked in the mornings, they might never get there. You've seen how hard it is to get Arif up and going," she said annoyedly.

She was right. I had. The boy slept soundly and wasn't a morning person. She had to go in, tear off the covers, and threaten him with an ice-water bath to get him up.

"Yeah, I have. I swear, I thought I'd have to strong-arm him out of bed this morning. I thought maybe it was because he'd been sick."

"Nope. That's Arif. He'd love to stay up most of the night if I'd let him. He's a night person at heart."

"Well, if he stays one, he'd better hope he gets a job that'll let him work at night and sleep during the day."

"Absolutely. On the other hand, Aliya is up and going without me having to say a word. She's more of a morning soul."

We continued to talk about this and that. When kids began to stream down the street and into cars, I scanned the sidewalk for Aliya. I was happy I did when I caught sight of her. She was hurrying our way, and right behind her were the three little fucking assholes I was dying to meet again. I was out of the truck and headed for them without bothering to say a word to Zahirah. She'd figure it out soon enough. I went charging over to them.

They were so involved in tormenting her they weren't paying attention to their surroundings. It was too bad for them, but it was lucky for me. I'd almost reached them when I heard what Billy was saying. I knew them by sight based on the pictures Wire was able to get. The whole club had them and was on the watch for them. They might be underage, and we couldn't touch the bastards, but not for long. Billy was merely weeks away from his eighteenth birthday. I had a nice lesson planned for the big day.

"Don't walk away from us, you little slut!"

She swung around abruptly to face them. They all towered over her. "Why don't you three get a life and leave me alone! I'm tired of all your BS. And don't come around our house while you're at it."

"Who said we've ever been to your dumpy house? We wouldn't go near it. We might catch something," Matt taunted back.

"We know you were, and you hurt one of ours. It won't go unavenged, you little dickless wonders," I growled.

They jumped so high in the air that it was comical. They had no idea I'd snuck up on them. They whipped around so fast they tripped over their own feet, and Rusty fell on his ass. Other kids nearby laughed, which had his face turning a deep shade of red. Aliya came to stand beside me. Zahirah moved up on the other side of her. Rusty scrambled to his feet. They were uneasy.

"We don't know what you're talking about. We've never been to their house. We don't even know where she lives," Matt claimed.

"Yeah, you have no right to accuse us of doing something we didn't," Rusty added.

"If you say anything about me that's not true, my dad will sue your asses off. If you touch me, he'll have you and your whole gang thrown in jail. You can't touch me. I'm underage, and he works for the mayor," Billy said with a confident smirk.

"Boy, let your daddy try and see what it gets him. You might scare others with these threats, but you don't scare me. I've been to jail. Bet I'll last, and you won't. I'm giving you this final warning. You stay the hell away from Aliya, Arif, their aunt, and their property. If anything happens to them, all bets are off. Hope your daddy and his buddy, the mayor, can watch you all twenty-four seven because people who do bad things eventually get what's coming to them." I made sure I gave them an evil smile.

"My dad is gonna run you and your whole gang out of this town along with foreign pieces of shit like them," Billy said confidently.

"Wanna bet? I can assure you, if it came down to it, we're not the ones leaving. Keep pushing."

Without another word, they turned on their heels and hurried back the way they came. Parents and children stood around staring. I smiled and waved at them before addressing Aliya.

"I'm proud of you for standing up for yourself, honey. Just be careful. You never know what people like them will do. Come on. We've given these people enough enjoyment for the day. If they want more, they have to pay," I joked. She appeared very stressed. My lame joke eased her face into a smile. She rolled her eyes.

"You're so weird. Ima , are you sure you want him for a boyfriend?"

"Hey! There will be none of that! Don't you dare talk her out of me. I had to hypnotize her twice to get her to think she likes me," I said in outrage.

That got them both giggling. The walk back to the car was full of teasing. Even though I was doing it, I was alert to everyone and everything around us. I knew I'd have to talk to the club about what Billy said. It wasn't over, not that I thought it was. It was taking longer than I wanted to resolve things, but I knew it would happen.

When we picked up Arif, his sister told him what he missed and what she'd been teasing me about. This got him in on the ribbing. It set the mood to be a lighter one, which was what I wanted. Back at the house, the evening passed with us having dinner together and watching television after they did their homework. It was more domestication, but I loved it.