Arrow of Time (36 page)

The next second all rational thoughts went out of my head, because I felt the tip of his cock against my opening.

“But we can stop if you want,” he said.

I wrapped my legs around him harder and pulled him towards me without even commenting on his teasing. Fully sheathed, he held still for a few moments to change his grip. I looked up at him, and instead of teasing back I grabbed his face.

“I love you and I love your cock and I love that you're always ready to fuck me.”

He smiled and then kissed me as he started to move, slowly at first, but pretty soon he was pounding into me. His mouth let go of my lips and kissed along the side of my neck and finally nibbled my earlobe.

“I love you,” he mumbled with a noticeable strain to his voice. It didn't stop him from whispering into my ear, though. “And I'm always ready to fuck you, because you're so damn sexy and beautiful, even when you glare at me. And I know that, long or short, sex with you is always this good. It's the best, Nibbles.”

I moaned and hugged him tighter. He did this often, talked to me while he was inside me. It wasn't that he was shy about it otherwise, but this was when I liked it the best. In a strained, groaning voice, thick with emotions, while he moved inside me, rapidly getting me closer to climax.

“More, tell me more.”

“
Greedy girl.” His lips were back at mine and he kissed me, speeding up the pounding, grabbing my ass even harder.

I closed my eyes to feel more, feel all of it, his dick inside me, his pelvic bone grinding against my clit, his hands squeezing my ass and his beard and against my chin. And his smell, how he always smelled a little of motor oil and exhaust fumes from his bike. I even liked the faint smell of cigarette smoke, and then it was that other smell that was just him, his own scent.

His mouth was back by my ear and I heard his uneven breathing, the small sounds at the back of his throat every time he was fully inside of me. The tongue that now and then licked the soft skin just beneath my ear. I was so close.

“
You're my happy headache, baby,” he mumbled.

That was it, I came and buried my face into his shoulder to smother my scream. With an 'oh my fucking god that's good', Dawg came just after me.

We were still, hugging each other, and then he moved his head from my shoulder so I opened my eyes. The knock on the door made him smile, and after a brief kiss he let me down.

“
Once sec!” he yelled while closing his jeans. He eyed me. “I like you in a dress.”

“
I'll keep that in mind,” I mumbled and then went into the bathroom to clean up.

I heard him and Sisco talk in the hallway, and they were both still there when I came back out.

“Hey, love,” Sisco said. “You okay?”

“
I'm fine.”

“
Sure? You look a bit flustered.”

If I looked a bit flustered when he asked, I was pretty damn sure I looked even worse when the question was out. 'Cause I knew I was burning red, and Dawg, the asshole, laughed. He reeled me in and gave me a kiss.

“I love you and I'll see you later. Don't wait up, lock the door behind me and stay away from those fucking boxes.”

“
Okay,” I mumbled.

Once they were outside I tried to relax. It's not like it was the end of the world that Sisco knew we'd had sex. It was still a bit weird, though. I went into the living room and looked at the boxes containing my new bookshelves. He'd said that I was weak and that he didn't want me to end up underneath them. That didn't mean I couldn't put them together, though, at least that's how I reasoned when I started to open them up. Three minutes later my phone beeped, and when I looked at it, it was from Dawg.
“step away from the fucking boxes”

I didn't reply and went back to the boxes.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:

What Are You On?

-o0o-

Saturday, May 4
th

“REALLY? YOU NAIL HER
when you know I'm on my way. Were you trying to get caught, rub my nose in the fact that you have an Old Lady?” Sisco said as they walked to their bikes.

“
She's not my Old Lady yet, and no, I made sure you couldn't catch us,” Dawg answered as he gave Sisco the finger. “Not like you haven't seen me fuck before, though.”

“
Yeah... But I haven't seen her. Bet that would be something,” he said with a wink.

If he hadn't know it was just Sisco messing with him, he would've decked him, but that was really all it was, so he dropped it.

“So where's the meet?” Dawg said, to change the subject before Sisco said something that would really piss him off. He knew he deserved some shit, so it was better to just leave it be.

“
A bar. They suggested one of their own first, thought we'd be that fucking stupid, but it's a neutral now. Or, they seem to think it's neutral. It's club friendly.”

That was good news. For more than one reason. If they didn't know it was a club friendly place, they obviously hadn't done their homework. And also, pulling a gun wouldn't put them in a big clusterfuck if it was a club friendly place.

Just before starting the bike he sent a text to Edie to step away from the boxes. He doubted it made any difference, and he just hoped he wouldn't come home to find her underneath a bookshelf.

Brick and the others were at a rest stop and didn't seem to start up their bikes when they saw them, so Dawg sat off and walked up to them.

“What?” Sisco asked.

“
I've had word from Roberto, and it's confirmed. They'll be here on Wednesday, so they want to meet the Águilas on Thursday,” Brick said. “We're basically here to make sure that happens.”

“
I though it was already confirmed that they're coming here on Wednesday,” Dawg said. “That's why we're having this meeting today.”

“
Yeah. You know important people. Keep fucking confirming shit,” Brick said and rolled his eyes. “Either way, we're gonna make sure that we get one Mexican crew into a meet with another Mexican crew while finding out as much as possible.”

“
By offering them a meet with our supplier?” Mace asked.

“
No. I'm going to try to keep that from them. I prefer if they know as little as possible that can be spread before we wipe them out.”

Even if Dawg had never doubted that the objective was to wipe the Phoenix Àguilas out and that it had been discussed that way during the past weeks, it was still nice to hear that Brick was still so set on doing just that. They'd bombed a Marauder joint, attacked their warehouse and, last but in no way least, killed a member. They needed to not exist. But he also liked to hear that they weren't gonna lay down and show their throat, not even at this meeting, even if this was just a way to feel them out.

He'd been skeptical about even having this meet. He'd questioned it and wondered why they wouldn't just wait until the cartel came and have it then, since the intent was to crush it either way. Brick wanted to 'feel them out'. Brick was all about psychology, the group dynamics. There was a reason the man was a good leader; he understood that stuff. And him understanding it meant he got his people with him; they stood behind him. They might not agree with him, and he listened to their objections, took them in, argued them. Sometimes he changed his mind, and other times didn't. But just the fact that he'd listened made you stand behind him, whatever the end result was. Always. They all would, since his conviction to fight for the best of the club made them all, in a way, fight for him and his goals.

“
When are the other clubs coming?” Dawg asked. He'd told Edie that when they came, she needed to get her ass to the clubhouse and stay there. She hadn't protested that much. He suspected it was more Mel's nagging than his that made her agree.

“
Wednesday as well.”

“
Do we know how many?”

“
At least six clubs are sending members, think it might be more. We're gonna be slammed.”

Slammed for sure. They'd never had that many people at the compound at the same time, and Dawg couldn't figure out how they'd fit. They'd have people sleeping on the floor in the garage, but they needed all those people to make the plan work.

-o0o-

Brick walked in first. They'd called ahead to make sure it was as empty as possible, and it looked like the owner had done his job. Besides the Mexicans, there were a few scattered people, all of them other club friends, who were there just to keep the Águilas from getting suspicious. It hadn't been hard to get them to agree to this place for the meet. He'd simply refused one place after another until they gave him one he could agree on. They'd put it as 'let's meet at a white fucking place' and then suggested this. He'd nagged a bit and basically made
them
convince
him
to agree to it. He loved mind games.

And then he was standing face to face with him. Jesus 'Águila' Sanches, the leader of the 'Phoenix Águilas'. The man had the insolence to call himself and his gang 'hawks'. Brick still hadn't gotten over that. He gave him a grim smile and halted about ten feet from him. Then they both sat down opposite each other at a table. The two groups were facing each other, sitting down where there was room.

“Come to roll over like a bitch?” Juan said with a mocking smile.

The man was obviously an idiot, Brick immediately concluded. There was not a smart cell in his entire body. He didn't answer, just kept smiling.

“Thought you would've gotten the message with the strip club, instead you re-build. We hit your factory, still not gettin' it. Thought you white boys were smart with all your fancy education.”

The rest of the Águilas laughed with their leader, and Brick still didn't move a muscle. Jesus must've thought he was on a roll, because he leaned forward.

“How 'bout you just tell me where you grow the good stuff, white boy, and I'll let you walk out of here.” He turned around, looked over his shoulder, held up his hands for the closest members to give him five. “Me and my boys here must've gotten you scared, when you come to
me
beggin' for a face to face. You feel me?”

Brick turned his head and looked at Bear who met his eyes and shook his head with an amused smile. When he looked at Bull, he got a nod, he was ready.

When Brick went into a meet, he kept Bull, Mace and Bear at the flanks. Furthest away from him. People looked at the center of a group; that's where they kept their eyes and he didn't want people looking at those three.

If you know what to look for, you can tell a lot about a man by watching him give a speech to his disciples. Brick had learned that early on. Jesus holding his little speech meant that Brick knew who the core members were, it was the ones Jesus turned to; then it was the members wanting in, the ones looking at him with admiring eyes, begging for attention. They were the tricky ones, there was never a sure way of knowing how they'd react to a threat. The ones that really wanted into the core, who had an urge to belong, they were dangerous. The others could just as easily bail when things got hot. Or even turn on him if they thought it might benefit them. It was impossible to know and better to not gamble on the outcome in any way, just assume they'd stand behind their leader until you got solid proof saying otherwise.

These guys were not here to negotiate, that was never an option for them, and Brick didn't give a shit. That had never been the plan; he wanted to feel them out, and he wanted to make sure they'd be up for another meet.

Just as he knew how to figure out a group, he knew his own members. The second they'd walked into the room, Bull would've had the place scoped out, where everyone was, including the civilians if there had been any, and now he was standing where he could see any sign from Brick. Bear and Mace were the same, having everything locked down and standing ready. Mech had gone over to stand by the counter to make sure he had the bartender close by. Wolf by the door to make sure that no more civilians walked inside, and also to get the existing ones out if the shit hit the fan, at the same time having a clear shot on anyone he considered a threat. Dawg was behind him, making sure he had an overview of the entire situation. And also to exercise any threats he wanted to make clear. Usually by flashing his gun. Dawg was capable of looking extremely menacing when he wanted to. He wasn't Bull, but under the right circumstances, he was damn close.

“Are you just gonna sit there looking threatening or are you actually going to open your mouth, white boy?”

“
Just waiting for you to finish your little show for your friends,” Brick answered.

“
Got nothing to prove to my homies, they're with me. You feel me?”

That told Brick, more than anything, that Jesus had everything to prove to them. A leader who's ultimate goal was to prove himself as a leader, led his group into dangerous paths and usually got in way over his head, taking stupid risks while being unnecessarily competitive. Which Jesus was a prime example of.

“What's your offer?” He said with a big smile, leaning towards Brick.

“
My
offer
is that we'll meet here in ninety-six hours—that's four days, in case math isn't your strong suit—and that's when you tell me which one of your members I can kill as compensation for the one of mine that you killed, and I'll let you walk out once that gang ink on your arm is removed. The only other option for you is that you learn what you are
really
up against while we wipe the gang out for you, then remove the ink before I kill you.” He smiled. “Either way, you're gonna die without that ink.”

“
I know what I'm up against,
puta
,” he snarled. “A bunch of beer drinking, pot smokin', rednecks who think they're something just because they have a vest hanging from their shoulders. I bombed your place, raided your warehouse and this is your answer. You've done nothing to me or mine.
Nothin'!
Cuz you're too scared.”

“
Is this you sayin' you're too chickenshit to meet me again and that we are from this moment at war?”

“
Nah, I meet with ya and when the meetin' is done, I'll kill you all and fuck you in your man-
puta.
”

“
Did... did you just threaten to ass rape me? 'Cause that's very gay and would explain why you had a woman deliver your bomb at a strip club.” He leaned forward. “Too much tits for you?”

Jesus' eyes went black. Guys like him didn't like being referred to as gay.

“Nah, I'll rape that MILF of yours. I've seen her, she...”

He didn't let him finish, just gave Bull the sign. Bull took a step forward and buried his knife in the neck of Juan Herrera, then tipped him over the table. At the same second, Dawg had his guns up, aiming at Jesus. It was so fast that no one else in the room saw it.

“Sorry,” Brick said with a smile. “You were saying about my wife?”

Jesus moved his attention from the dead Juan to Dawg and down to Brick. Before he managed to open his mouth, Brick interrupted him, again.

“Before you do something stupid and threaten me or my family again. You have four days, then we meet again. Consider him,” he nodded towards the very dead Juan, “a down payment. For the member you killed.”

“
I'm going to get you.”

“
Listen, asswipe,” Brick said and leaned further forward and lowered his voice. “I get that you need to show off a big dick in front of your gang, but trust me, you have no fucking idea who you're going up against here, and it's in your and your gang’s own
fucking
interest to find out before you singlehandedly annihilate them, their families, the schools their kids go to, everything you own and all your families all the way back to Mexico. So you get back to me within four days, either to inform me that the Phoenix Hawks no longer exist or where you want to meet. You
feel
me?”

He stood up and they all walked out. Got up on their bikes and stopped at the first parking lot they could find outside Phoenix. They sat off, lit smokes and he looked around.

“Thoughts?”

“
Think it went well,” Dawg said with a nod. “He's gonna let us know where to meet, it's obviously going to be a private place, and he's gonna try to take us all out.”

“
Any ideas where it can be?”

“
They have a warehouse close to the airport,” Bull said. “That's what I'd try if I thought my opponents were stupid fucks.”

“
We can't accept that,” Wolf said. “They'll think something is up if we go for their first suggestion and plant a bomb or something. To make sure. We need to make sure it's a place where they can't place a fucking bomb, but it's still good if they think they have the upper hand. Makes them sloppy.”