Seize Me
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“Petra,” I greet back. “Sorry to roll up unannounced, but I need some help with club business.”
“Shit, really,” he says his accent thick.
“Yeah,” I answer back.
He motions to the garage and two women scatter into his house. “Well then follow me,” he says curiously.
We sit down in the garage while he lays out some lines. Petra’s really generous about loosening up. You never deny his Dust. We snort a few lines before getting down to business.
“So, what’s this help you need,” he says wiping his nose.
“Snake.”
“Shit… what did that snowball addict do now?” He sighs.
Snake’s always causing shit with Petra’s business. You would think the bastard would stop because Petra is his line to the product his club deals.
“He kidnapped my ol’ lady, raped her and then let his son who was a prospect of mine rape her too.”
“Man.” He sits back letting out a few Spanish words. “What do you need from me?”
And it’s that simple.
“I need you to make things difficult for Snake. I’m also trying to locate his son; the bastard fell off the grid. If you find him before we do, rough him up a bit, but leave it to my club for the rest of it. I should warn you though that when I’m done with Snake’s son, I’m going after Snake. You’re going to lose his business. I’ll work up a few extra pipelines for snowballs since we don’t deal with that shit to make up for it.”
Petra runs his thumb under his chin.
“Three new pipelines the same as the last one you supplied for dust will measure out my loss. We have a deal.” He stands, and I do too. We shake on it, say our goodbyes, and climb back on our ladies.
The entire ride back I’m all giddy and shit. Things no doubt will run faster with the help of Petra’s connection. PP will be mine before too long. The compound gate opens, and we ride on in. I back up my lady and throttle her down. When I climb off, I nod to my brothers and start heading inside until I spot Winter laying on the cement looking at the stars.
What the f**k?
“Angel,” I say as I walk up to her and look down.
“Hey baby,” she purrs drunkenly up at me.
Shit! I edge down next to her and rest my elbows on my knees. She’s killing me. She’s wearing a shirt that exposes the top half of her body and her fresh scar is staring at me in the face. Another f**king reminder I failed her.
“Where’d you run off too?” she asks.
I can’t tell her. Bringing that shit up just pisses her off. I don’t want another repeat of earlier tonight.
“Just club business.”
“Right,” she slurs while sitting up. “Always club business. I’m tired of being stuck here. I feel like I’m in f**king prison, Brax.”
I reach over, pick her up, and lay back with her right on top of me. I can smell the whiskey on her breath as she breathes just inches from my face. I search her glossy eyes for any feeling, and I can’t see one. I can’t find one f**king feeling coming from her. One week was all I got to feel like my entire body belonged to someone else. I don’t feel like that anymore. All the f**king bimbo’s in the world never made me feel the way she did in that first week. I want that back. I will get that shit back.
“Kiss me, baby,” I croak.
She smiles and although it’s not the smile I want to see, it’s still a smile. She leans down and presses her lips to mine. I groan against her mouth and nip at her bottom lip. Her mouth opens just enough for me to slip my tongue in. It’s f**king delicious. I roll her over gently laying her against the concrete, and I hover over her and suck on her tongue. Angel wraps her arms around my neck and arches into me. Fuck that feels so good. I break from her tasty lips and start kissing down her delicate neck. When my tongue reaches the top of her collarbone, I rip open her shirt and kiss along her fresh scar. She cries out and wraps her legs around mine. This is the farthest we’ve been in over a month. I swirl my tongue around her right nipple and tease the left with my fingers. I’m so f**king hard it hurts. I drag my hand down her stomach and edge my fingers up her skirt. I rub on her swollen nub as I kiss all the way down, dragging my head to her core. She can’t take my c**k yet, but she sure as shit can take my tongue.
“Brax,” she moans as her body tenses.
“Trust me, Angel.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
Shit yes!
I lap her slowly and carefully. I want to give her this. I need to give her this. I don’t dare f**k her with my fingers. She’s not ready for that yet. As I work her with my tongue, she writhes and shakes underneath me but never gets off. Finally, she gets pissed in her drunken state and cries, pushing me off her. I fall back on my hands as she takes off running into the clubhouse.
What the f**k just happened? I can’t even get my woman off with my tongue.
“God dammit,” I roar.
16
I can’t believe that just happened. I’m frigging damaged. I can’t even let the guy I’m seeing get me off. I just left him there in the middle of the compound on the ground while I ran off. I run through the clubhouse and up to his small apartment. I shrug out of my already open shirt, kick off my shoes, slide my skirt down, and jump into the shower. At first, I only turn the cold water on so that it will help sober me up. I’m a wreck. I just want at least half of my life back. The little bit of me that was sane is no longer there and I feel this darkness swooping around inside me like a lost bat in a cave. It just wants to find its way out. I’m not living much of a life and it’s slowly eating me alive.
“Shit, really,” he says his accent thick.
“Yeah,” I answer back.
He motions to the garage and two women scatter into his house. “Well then follow me,” he says curiously.
We sit down in the garage while he lays out some lines. Petra’s really generous about loosening up. You never deny his Dust. We snort a few lines before getting down to business.
“So, what’s this help you need,” he says wiping his nose.
“Snake.”
“Shit… what did that snowball addict do now?” He sighs.
Snake’s always causing shit with Petra’s business. You would think the bastard would stop because Petra is his line to the product his club deals.
“He kidnapped my ol’ lady, raped her and then let his son who was a prospect of mine rape her too.”
“Man.” He sits back letting out a few Spanish words. “What do you need from me?”
And it’s that simple.
“I need you to make things difficult for Snake. I’m also trying to locate his son; the bastard fell off the grid. If you find him before we do, rough him up a bit, but leave it to my club for the rest of it. I should warn you though that when I’m done with Snake’s son, I’m going after Snake. You’re going to lose his business. I’ll work up a few extra pipelines for snowballs since we don’t deal with that shit to make up for it.”
Petra runs his thumb under his chin.
“Three new pipelines the same as the last one you supplied for dust will measure out my loss. We have a deal.” He stands, and I do too. We shake on it, say our goodbyes, and climb back on our ladies.
The entire ride back I’m all giddy and shit. Things no doubt will run faster with the help of Petra’s connection. PP will be mine before too long. The compound gate opens, and we ride on in. I back up my lady and throttle her down. When I climb off, I nod to my brothers and start heading inside until I spot Winter laying on the cement looking at the stars.
What the f**k?
“Angel,” I say as I walk up to her and look down.
“Hey baby,” she purrs drunkenly up at me.
Shit! I edge down next to her and rest my elbows on my knees. She’s killing me. She’s wearing a shirt that exposes the top half of her body and her fresh scar is staring at me in the face. Another f**king reminder I failed her.
“Where’d you run off too?” she asks.
I can’t tell her. Bringing that shit up just pisses her off. I don’t want another repeat of earlier tonight.
“Just club business.”
“Right,” she slurs while sitting up. “Always club business. I’m tired of being stuck here. I feel like I’m in f**king prison, Brax.”
I reach over, pick her up, and lay back with her right on top of me. I can smell the whiskey on her breath as she breathes just inches from my face. I search her glossy eyes for any feeling, and I can’t see one. I can’t find one f**king feeling coming from her. One week was all I got to feel like my entire body belonged to someone else. I don’t feel like that anymore. All the f**king bimbo’s in the world never made me feel the way she did in that first week. I want that back. I will get that shit back.
“Kiss me, baby,” I croak.
She smiles and although it’s not the smile I want to see, it’s still a smile. She leans down and presses her lips to mine. I groan against her mouth and nip at her bottom lip. Her mouth opens just enough for me to slip my tongue in. It’s f**king delicious. I roll her over gently laying her against the concrete, and I hover over her and suck on her tongue. Angel wraps her arms around my neck and arches into me. Fuck that feels so good. I break from her tasty lips and start kissing down her delicate neck. When my tongue reaches the top of her collarbone, I rip open her shirt and kiss along her fresh scar. She cries out and wraps her legs around mine. This is the farthest we’ve been in over a month. I swirl my tongue around her right nipple and tease the left with my fingers. I’m so f**king hard it hurts. I drag my hand down her stomach and edge my fingers up her skirt. I rub on her swollen nub as I kiss all the way down, dragging my head to her core. She can’t take my c**k yet, but she sure as shit can take my tongue.
“Brax,” she moans as her body tenses.
“Trust me, Angel.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
Shit yes!
I lap her slowly and carefully. I want to give her this. I need to give her this. I don’t dare f**k her with my fingers. She’s not ready for that yet. As I work her with my tongue, she writhes and shakes underneath me but never gets off. Finally, she gets pissed in her drunken state and cries, pushing me off her. I fall back on my hands as she takes off running into the clubhouse.
What the f**k just happened? I can’t even get my woman off with my tongue.
“God dammit,” I roar.
16
I can’t believe that just happened. I’m frigging damaged. I can’t even let the guy I’m seeing get me off. I just left him there in the middle of the compound on the ground while I ran off. I run through the clubhouse and up to his small apartment. I shrug out of my already open shirt, kick off my shoes, slide my skirt down, and jump into the shower. At first, I only turn the cold water on so that it will help sober me up. I’m a wreck. I just want at least half of my life back. The little bit of me that was sane is no longer there and I feel this darkness swooping around inside me like a lost bat in a cave. It just wants to find its way out. I’m not living much of a life and it’s slowly eating me alive.
