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  Grinning like a vixen, Vegas responds, “Oh, it was, I think Blade knows G-Easy turns me on. He played Lady Killer, song gets me so hot. It was like we were in our own porn. The world a faraway place. Clothes came off, touching ourselves, then each other. Fucking till the sun came up. Every orgasm he owns. Never felt anything so strong. His intensity wraps around my thoughts and heart and I bow to whatever that man gives me."

  Dana moves her head and gets a peek at us spying on them. “Dana, what’s that face for?” Vegas’ annoyed look is written across her face.

  “You kind of got lost in your lovers’ monologue to realize who’s standing behind you,” Dana tells her, jabbing her pointed finger in our direction.

  “OH!” Vegas’ slightly pinked face turns to see us guys smiling ear to ear. “Hey, you guys hungry?”

  “Not as hungry as you are. Word of advice though,” Tank shoves his way around Blade. He grabs a piece of bacon and starts chewing on it, continuing, “Keep that story to yourself, because, if I was a bitch, after hearing all that, I’d try to jump your man’s bones the first chance I got.”

  Tuning out most of the girls’ chatter, I grab my own coffee and food, then go to sit down next to Dana. I caught on that they are all going out, which means that one of us has to go with them. If they are going to the gym to work out, then I’m definitely volunteering so that I can watch her.

  “I’m coming today,” I abruptly interrupt to inform them.

  Dana turns her head to stare at the side of my head. “To do what? Watch us work out?”

  “No, I’m going to watch you work out.” I turn toward her to make sure she pays attention. “And to make sure you all don’t get blazed to and from anywhere else.” That shit will not happen again. Not on my watch.

  Dana rolls her eyes at me. “Doesn’t matter, Axl, you’re not my man, and you can’t stop me!” Standing, she bolts and leaves the table, heading toward the door.

  “Doesn’t matter?” Goddamn chicks, so frustrating. “The next time your friends hand you pot, just say no! Better yet, I’ll kick Pawn’s ass for giving it to you.” I stand up from the table and bellow, “Did you hear that, Pawn!” I move to follow Dana’s retreating back down the hallway.

  She doesn’t say anything to me, but is kind enough to slam the door to my room in my face. I charge into the room right behind her, just in time for her to slam the fucking bathroom door into my face too. “Fucking woman!” I slap the door with my hand, then turn to leave, pissed the fuck off, before I say something that I’ll regret later.

  I slam the door behind me and make my way back out in search of Pawn. I find him still passed out in his room, with one of the naked sluts draped over his back. I kick the side of the mattress with my boot and bellow off the top of my lungs, “Pawn, you motherfucker!” He startles awake.

  “Do not give Dana weed without asking me first, motherfucker!” I kick his bed again seeing his dumbass grin. The rage is consuming me, and I turn around and leave, slamming that motherfucker’s door too. In a hurry, I stomp down to my room to get ready to get this fucking torturous day over. Dana’s still in the bathroom, so I throw a t-shirt on and walk out.

  After I wait outside for thirty minutes, these bitches fuckin’ finally make it here. Vegas walks to the driver’s side of her Tahoe with her keys in hand. Snarling at her, I pluck them from her hand, get into the driver’s seat and lock the front door.

  I do not want to be fucked with and they take the hint, all three of them taking the back seat. Occasionally, Dana’s eyes catch mine in the rearview mirror. She’s throwing blue daggers at me all the way to the gym until I park the car, and, in return, I throw my own back all the way inside the building. I’m frustrated and pissed off on so many different levels. And I don’t even know fucking why!

  I’m probably in a bad mood from Dana’s sass, and I really wanted to be in a good mood to watch her working out, which just pisses me off that much more. I know I’m brooding, but this just sucks. I don’t know what this is I’m feeling, or care to fix it, I’m just pissed the fuck off.

  I lace my sneakers up, because the stupid fucks at this gym make you pay to come into the class. I tried telling them at the desk that I was only going in for security reasons. They didn’t get it, so fucking stupid. That made me call Pawn to bring me gym clothes and sneakers. Which has been the only thing that’s made me happy so far today, making him get his ass out of bed. I’m standing back when I pick up on the conversation Jenn and Kat are having.

  “What the hell did you bitches do last night without me!” Jenn shrieks at her friends. “You smell like weed and a hangover still. Look at me in the eyes, Dana.” Jenn holds onto Dana’s shoulders. “Did they pop your blaze cherry and I wasn’t there? I’m so freaking pissed I wasn’t there.” Jenn drops her hands to look over to Kat who’s standing up straight, eying her right back.

  “Who the fuck is this?”

  “Vegas and I popped your girl’s cherry. She was so sweet too,” Kat mocks her. “Oh fuck, Axl looks a little mad right now.” She points her long black nail toward me and James.

  That twisted bitch, Kat, would be right, and she thinks she can talk about my woman like that?

  Jenn starts laughing. “I’m Jenn, and you’re sticking around because I can use you now that these two are getting all domesticated. And Axl is giving you some hateful looks. I need someone like you on my team. I can’t wait for you guys to spill what happened last night.”

  Having enough of listening to these sassy bitches, my voice drops low to threaten them, “That’s my cherry pie, and you girls won’t be popping anymore of her cherries. The rest are all mine!”

  If those two weren’t enough, now Vegas thinks three sassy bitches are better. “Axl, I’ve popped so many of her cherries over the years… She’s been mine way before she became yours. I’ve tasted her Cherry Chapstick…”

  “Have not, no, no, you have not!” Growling low, I stare her down.

  My cherry pie walks over to me and starts caressing my arm. “We were in high school, wearing our white nighties…” She drags her nails down my arm, causing my skin to shiver and my heated gaze to find hers as she goes on. “Watching a movie… I said, ‘I wonder what it’d be like to kiss a girl.’ We turned into each other…”

  Not enjoying her little game, or whatever the fuck she thinks she’s doing here, I pick Dana up around her ass and her legs wrap around my waist. I pin her body to the wall and feel her hands going to my hair. My lips claim her lips and body. I brutally take her, forcefully nipping her soft flesh. Before I set her back down, I give her one last bruising peck.

  Charging over to where Vegas stands, I stake my claim on Dana over her, “Mine,” while thumping my chest with a fist.

  “Dude, we’ve never kissed and we never will,” her hands go up in defense. “She’s my sister, you freak! You need to work on your bullshit game. It’s hella weak. Go take a cold shower before I puke!”

  “Don’t need a cold one.” I take Dana’s hand and drag her behind me into the locker room.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  Dana

  I’ve only ever really seen the happy and joking side of Axl. This other intense side of him has my heart pumping in my ears. It makes me see him now in a whole new light than I had before. So much more of the dangerous man that he has been hiding. Axl’s six-foot two inches height towers over my five-foot six frame. My steps falter as he’s dragging me into the locker room.

  A few girls in the locker room giggle on their way out as they’re running late to join the class. Stammering my words, I gasp, “Ax-x-l, stop!” I pull raged breaths into my lungs while trying to catch up on this out of control situation.

  He abruptly stops on the spot at my protest. I wasn’t prepared for that change in pace and my chest and face collide with his strong arm. Axl doesn’t let go of my hand and presses his other hand against the lockers, dropping his head forward. He takes in a few deep breaths before turning to face me.

  “Dana,” h
e starts, then pauses, pulling in a few more haggard breaths. “I don’t know what it is.” He stops, looking just as confused as I feel. He runs both calloused hands up my arms, stopping under my chin and holding me there. He looks into my eyes as his thumbs stroke my cheekbones back and forth.

  “Don’t push me, okay?” Axl’s softened voice rasps over my face. “I can’t explain what it is that I’m feeling, and I can’t get a handle on it. It’s as if I know you, but, how can I? You’re mine though, I can feel it through every part of me. But, then again, you aren’t either, are you?” Axl rests his forehead on mine.

  My hands slide up his olive skin and run over his muscles and the veins in his arms. Gripping his wrists, I say softly, “I want to take my time with you, and get to know what this feeling is. I feel it too, and it scares me. This need to feel your hands all over my body, it’s as if you already know your way.”

  Axl’s body stiffens at my words and his hands grab my hair at the back of my neck, lifting my head to meet his lips. When Axl’s lips caress mine, it’s so much different than before. He’s worshiping me with his attention.

  My hands find their way to the bottom of his shirt and I push it up and over his head. His excited green eyes track my movements, pulling him away from our kiss. My eyes devour his beautifully built chest. Not bulky, but ridges of lean muscles to show how well aged he is, a man.

  His restrained grip on my shirt loosens and he starts to slowly lift it over my head, my ponytail whipping my back on the way back down. He moves further into my body, and I follow his lead, stepping back till I hit a wall. This dance we do feels so familiar, so much like a practiced dance we’ve done before. His hands glide over my sides to my breasts, then under my sports bra. He explores further down to my shorts and pushes them down my legs. Smooth, controlled hands hit my center, rubbing my clit.

  My hands find his shorts and they begin running back and forth over the waistband. His lips find mine, slow and sensual, as his fingers slowly caress my cunt. I push his shorts the rest of the way down.

  Axl laughs light heartedly. “We should take this back to your place, I want you naked for me.” He bites my lip. “I want you all day and night.” He kisses down my neck as I stroke him while his fingers glide in and out of me. “I want to feel your sweat dripping down on me.” Axl’s lips capture mine as we both reach higher and closer to our orgasm. A few more eager strokes and we’re both coming, together.

  “Mine, Dana, all of you is mine,” he moans as his cum hits my stomach, and mine is coating his fingers.

  Kissing his full lips, I whisper back, “Yes, Axl, all yours.”

  Releasing one another to clean ourselves up, we walk back out to class to see that we basically missed it, and there are only a few minutes left of it. Vegas and the girls are squatting their asses off. She still manages to smile over her shoulder when she spots us, missing the grand finale of the class.

  Axl and I decide to go hang out in the small café inside the gym. We stare at each other from across the table, sipping on our smoothies. Not talking, just watching each other. Axl has a gorgeous smile painted on his face as he sips on the cherry mango smoothie he got. His boyish choice of a drink, along with his smile, has me grinning back like a fool. You would never know that he belongs to a motorcycle club unless he’s wearing his cut. His features are sharp and masculine. His soft, dark hair has a tight buzz cut.

  Breaking out of our trance, Axl asks, “You got work tonight, princess?”

  “Yeah, I’m going to head home, grab some work clothes, and then head in.”

  “How about we go together? I’ve got a few clients coming in for tatts. I’ll meet you at the bar, then I’ll give you a ride to the club house after work?”

  “Axl, I’ll be fine at home if you can drop me off and I’ll take my own car to work and then home. I’m not staying with all your brothers every night till you guys figure your business out. No one is after me, and I’ll be just fine. No way do I want to camp out in that small room full time!”

  “We’ll see, princess, we’ll see.” That’s all Axl says as he’s ignoring my small tantrum. He then stands up and goes to throw away what’s left of his smoothie, leaving me to stare at his strong back as he walks away to wait for all of us back at the car.

  Chapter 2

  Dana

  At The Black Rose there’s a decent crowd out to celebrate the middle of the week. Since Vegas has started the planning of her brewery, we asked Kat to start working for us tonight. I hate to admit it as I’m watching her, but she has some skills I wasn’t mentally prepared for. She flips the vodka bottle up with her right hand, and then catches it, pouring out a few ounces as her left hand is already pouring the soda into the glass, then tossing a lime into it.

  Later, the girls and I are going to hound Tank for more information on this girl. Every so often, we catch glimpses of this dark creature she holds so close.

  James runs in from the back office, his face looking scared and tense. “Kat, Vegas needs you in the office. Now.” He then turns away from us, hollering out over the crowd, “Everybody out! Sorry, we have an emergency, the bar is shutting down for the night. Please leave quickly!”

  Jenn shuts off the music and starts chasing behind Kat and me into the back office. My eyes sting with tears when I see Vegas’ limp, cold and unmoving body lying on the desk. Blade’s strong frame is folded over her, all protective, as if his hands and heart could bring her back from wherever she went. My hands find my mouth, desperately trying to mask my own despair.

  Kat stands next to Vegas while she calls 911, then lays her phone down on the desk as she starts talking with the dispatch on speaker. She covers Vegas with a coat and checks her for a pulse and dilated pupils. I feel desperately useless and helpless watching. The fear seizes my heart and mind and paralyzes me on the spot. I notice Tugger on his bed and he’s not moving either. What the hell happened? Silent tears streak down my face as I take in the scene before me.

  Fuego and Snake come busting through the back door, their anger floating like a cloak in their wake. They start cursing and yelling at seeing Vegas’ unmoving form.

  Blade ignores them, too focused on her to see anything or anyone else in the room. “What the fuck happened? Mija!” Fuego yells, hitting his fist on the wall. Vegas’ eyes start fluttering, and she moves her head slightly at all the commotion.

  “Blade, what happened? She was fine after Johnny attacked her and we got her out of there!” Snake’s fear is firmly gripping him, making his voice crack.

  Jenn wraps her hand lightly around Fuego’s arm, encouraging him to back away from Blade. Frustration booms all around the room as Snake bolts back out the office door.

  Kneeling next to Tugger, her poor Tugg, I notice blood on his head. I sit on my ass next to him, watching the seconds tick by while petting his back. At a closer inspection, I see that he’s bleeding on the side of his little head. Jenn’s eyes find mine from across the room, and I see the same fear on her face.

  James barges into the room and yells at no one in particular, “The EMT’s are outside!”

  Blade is up with a small Vegas curled protectively into his body, walking out the door with her. Terrified, I can hear my heart pounding in my ears.

  James squats before me. “Dana, honey, it’s going to be okay. We better get Tugger to the vet. Vegas will shoot our asses if we don’t get him back to her, right?” James says, trying to snap me back into reality.

  “We better make sure he’s ok and get him back to her,” I agree with a small nod. Jenn and I follow James to his truck and jump in for the ride. Not able to hold my questions in any longer, I turn toward him. “James, what the hell happened? You were out there with Vegas just minutes ago!”

  James speeds down the freeway, not looking at me. “I was, then I got a call from Cuervo to cut the power, I didn’t know.” He slams his fist against the steering wheel. “I should have made her come back with me. FUCK!”

  Seconds go by as James breath
es in and out, doing his best to calm down a bit before continuing with his take on tonight’s events. “Johnny and Tanya cornered her in the garage, he tried fucking strangling her and Tugg tried to stop him.” He pauses, choking back his words. “Johnny slammed the butt of his gun across Tugg’s head.” James’ hands white knuckle the steering wheel as he turns into the parking lot of the vet’s office.

  Quickly, the three of us rush into the emergency vet clinic, an older man already waiting to assist James and Tugger to a back room. I hold my breath while Jenn and I wait for him to come back with an update. After a few minutes, we move outside, not wanting to stare at the curious faces of the staff anymore.

  Finally, James comes back out. Jenn steps into his arms and starts crying into his chest. My heart is breaking a little more, feeling all alone, and I turn away from them to face the mountains. I pray to God to bring Vegas her Tugg back. She’ll be so pissed if anything happened to him.

  I hear James and Jenn walking away behind me, and, moving on autopilot, we find ourselves back in the truck, then to the hospital waiting room to get an update on Vegas. Blade comes walking in, and he’s looking relieved, thank God.

  “She’s going to be okay, she’ll go home tomorrow. No one says shit about Tugg till we know for sure if he’s going to wake up,” Blade warns us before letting us back into her room.

  James looks Blade straight in the eyes and says, “Blade, I fucked up, man, I shouldn’t have left her there alone.”

  “Your fault, huh? I let her walk back there by herself, so don’t unload your guilt here, I’ve got enough of my own.” Blade’s eyes flash with anger and regret, he then turns to leave us there, not caring if we’re following or not.

  I rush behind him, wanting to see for myself that Vegas is okay.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  Axl

  This whole garage is a fucking mess, body parts everywhere. Solo and Pawn, the prospects, are going to have their work cut out for them cleaning this up. Blood is splattered on the walls and coating the concrete floor.