“I love you, Devil. You’ve got to promise me you’ll come back to me. I didn’t agree to doing this on my own.”
“I’m not asking you to. We’re going to be a team all the way.” He sank his fingers into her hair, tugging on the full strands. Her tits arched up toward him. “Now shut the f**k up so I can f**k you.”
“Is my man back?”
“I’ve never been gone.” He plundered her mouth as he ravished her pu**y.
He was back, and no one was going to be telling him what to do. This was his club, his town, and everyone could go and f**k themselves.
If Frederick thought he could f**k with Devil then it was time for him to show Frederick what f**king with the Devil of Chaos Bleeds really meant.
Chapter Eleven
Pussy stared at his woman as she stood in the main hall. She was holding onto Judi’s arm as she stared at the floor. Wrapping his arms around her, he tilted her head back and claimed her lips. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
“What should I do?” she asked.
“Call your mother and see how she’s settled into the clinic. It won’t be long before you don’t even recognize her. She’s in good hands.” He turned to look at Lexie. She was wrapped around Devil wearing his leather cut. Every inch of her displayed her role within the club. She was Devil’s old lady and the leader of the women. No one f**ked with her unless they wanted shit to come down on their heads. “Lex will take care of you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, baby.” He kissed the top of her head and turned away.
Following his brothers out of the main hall he ignored the sweet-butts as he passed. Ripper stood beside his bike, looking at the clubhouse.
“Are you okay, man?”
“No, I’m not okay. Leaving Judi behind is like wrenching my f**king heart out.” Ripper took out a cigarette and lit up. “But I so want a chance to kick this f**ker’s ass in. We’ve been pussies for too f**king long. It’s time for a little payback, I think.”
Pussy couldn’t agree more.
“What’s happening with Curse and Death?” Pussy asked.
“They’re meeting us on the road. Devil’s arranged for a meeting near one of Frederick’s known warehouses. Our boss is about to start a full out war. I can’t wait.” Ripper chuckled, throwing his cigarette to the ground. “It’s show time.”
Devil walked out of the clubhouse going straight for his bike. Some of the club members were staying behind to keep an eye on the clubhouse and the women.
Climbing onto his bike, Pussy stared at his woman as Judi led her out. She looked so beautiful even though she was out of place.
With her face being the last thing he saw Pussy pulled out of the parking lot and followed the rest of his club. Today he’d get his vengeance and the club would be back to being who they were supposed to be.
The drive went by slowly. The sun rose in the sky, and his mind was on the job at hand. The Skulls could sit around waiting for shit to happen. Chaos Bleeds were done waiting. They were taking the fight to the problem.
Time passed, and the ride on his bike relaxed him. He loved being on the open road.
I love Sasha a hell of a lot more.
He smiled thinking about her. She meant so much to him, and yet they’d barely known each other.
Looking ahead of him, Pussy saw the warehouse come into view. Devil pulled into the available parking space set off from the old warehouse that had been used for employees when the warehouse was in use.
Turning his engine off, he saw the cars surrounding Frederick Gonzalez. Kenneth, Homer, and Ronald were clear to see.
Feeling happier, Pussy climbed off his bike going to stand with his president. Death and Curse arrived within minutes. Pussy kept his gaze on Homer and Ronald. Both men looked startled to see the other two alive. Frederick gave no sign of any emotion.
“So what’s the meaning of this, Devil?” Frederick asked.
“I thought it was time for us to have a chat.”
“If I wanted a chat I’d have called you.”
Devil chuckled. “Yeah, we heard about the hit on Murphy and Tate. You like playing games, don’t you?”
“There are no games going on here, Devil. You’re a means to an end. I need you for one thing, transportation. When you fail to be of use, I get rid of you.”
Kenneth smirked from his place beside Frederick. “I’m going to be wanting my wife and daughter.”
“I’ve got a problem with you, f**k-face,” Devil said, glaring at Kenneth.
“Who the f**k are you talking to?” Kenneth asked, going red in the face.
“Come here and talk to me like that.”
Frederick smirked. “Go on, Kenneth. He won’t do anything. I need you all alive.”
Pussy stared at Homer. In his mind he saw Ashley’s laughing face despite her troubled past. She didn’t deserve to die. Whatever Devil had planned Pussy wasn’t leaving until this f**ker was in the ground. Kenneth took the cocky steps toward Devil. The bastard was so sure of his position in Frederick’s life.
Smirking, Pussy watched as Devil looked relaxed. His boss always looked most relaxed when he was about to strike and kill.
“What do you want?” Kenneth asked.
“Play nice, Devil. He’s a cunt, but I need him for work,” Frederick said, glancing down at his cell phone.
For several seconds Devil didn’t do anything. He stared at Kenneth, and then in one motion, the blade Devil had been hiding struck in Kenneth’s neck. “You hurt my f**king wife, you sick little f**k. You blinded a woman and were going to kill her to get her out of the way. You’re f**king dead.”
Ronald and Homer tensed up. Drawing his gun, Pussy aimed it at Homer while the rest of his brothers aimed guns at Frederick and Ronald.
“I wouldn’t f**king think about it.”
“This about the black haired bitch, Ashley?” Homer asked.
Pussy didn’t respond. He was waiting for his boss to give the go ahead to end this f**ker. All he needed was for Devil to say the words and this man was gone.
“I didn’t give you permission,” Frederick said, getting to his feet.
“I’d sit down if I was you,” Curse said. “Nothing would give me more pleasure than seeing you piss and shit yourself before I blow your f**king brains out.”
Kenneth gargled, and blood dripped out of his mouth.
“What? You got nothing to say to me?”