Disciple: Knights Disciples MC (23 page)

"Okay," hollered the man. "I'm not with anyone. I got a call from someone out east. They asked me a bunch of questions about where I lived in relation to this address, asked me what kind of view I had of your place and if I wanted to make some money. They told me specifically to find out if someone named Will and Lucas were at this address."

"Did they coach you on how to get that information?" Will asked.

"Yeah. I’m just a guy out on medical disability. I rent the middle level over there," he insisted.

"I guess they didn't care if you sang, if they randomly picked you," noted Pete.  "Just for the record, you're dispensable to them. They had no plan to back your play if you got into trouble.  You are on your own."

"That's right. Your best bet is to work with us. Only we can save you now," said Will.

The man shook his head. "I am in deep."

"Yep," answered Will. "The question is where did the caller get the idea that we were coming out here. Do you have the answer to that?"

"No. He just said they had reason to believe you were out here and I needed to confirm."

"Did they pay you?" Will asked.

"Yeah. Half upfront. They direct deposited five hundred dollars into my bank account. I was to get another five hundred when I confirmed."

Pete and Darren took a silent cue and gathered the man up to his feet. "We'll take him down to the club and work it out, boss." 

"Wait," protested the guy. "I am not going anywhere with you. What guarantee do I have that you're not going to screw me over?"

"Because right now, we need you. We're going to track who sent you money. And because we have a reputation to uphold. We just promised you if you work with us, we will protect you.  And I just said it again. Unlike the people who contacted you, our word means something."

Pete, Darren and Brett took the guy off, not through the house but around it. Laura and Mirna came out of the kitchen and were sitting at the dining room table with cups of coffee.   Meanwhile Lucas brought Becky inside. 

Will scolded Lucas. "What is she doing here?" he asked Lucas.

"I didn't know she was coming over," Lucas defended himself.  "She just showed up. You guys said it was okay if she came out here. We are starting over here. Life as usual, just out here."

Will interrogated Becky. "Yes, we did say you could come out here. We met you. We liked you. We thought you were a positive move for Lucas here. And then when we took you under our wing, we were very specific that you couldn't tell anyone you were coming out here. Not for a while. So who did you accidentally tell?"

Becky fidgeted and was evasive. In fact, she didn't have to answer. It was obvious that Will was right in his assumptions. Becky had spoken to someone.

"Listen," Will continued patiently. "If you just tell us who we can fix this thing. No good can come from dishonesty. In fact, if you don't fess up, one of us could get killed. You don't want that, do you?"

Becky didn't answer. Now Lucas wanted answers. "Hey," he urged her. "Just answer the questions."

Her hesitation seemed to fill in the blank anyway. Will started to make very good guesses. "So how did you meet her, Lucas?"

"She cut hair. I met her at the diner next to her shop," Lucas answered.

"Did she flirt with you or was it just a chance encounter?" asked Will.

As Lucas recalled, the fact that nothing had been by accident between Becky and him washed over his face while guilt showed on Becky's. She was a spy just like the guy on the deck that the Disciples had just taken away.

Becky's eyes shifted from side to side. Lucas's posture sank. By this, Laura knew, as did everyone in the room, that Lucas had made a terrible mistake in his hookup with Becky.

"Don't feel dumb there, sport. I'm the Sergeant at Arms. I okayed her coming out here. Christ, I even paid her to alter your appearances. So I take it you gave full descriptions to your homeys, right? Let them know what to look for?"

Becky feebly nodded.

"Okay then," Will threw his arms up in the air.

Becky started to explain but Lucas cut her off. "Shut up!" he snapped.

"I love you," she pleaded. "I was afraid."

"Wrong answer," answered Lucas.

Lucas sounded just like Will. "What would you like me to do with her?" he asked.

Will’s voice was ironically filled with amusement. "I don't know. I have a feeling we are just going to have to react soon enough. I feel a fight acomin'."

Laura trembled. Just when she was settling in to her the idea of her new life, she was completely disturbed.

"You know what? Screw it," said Will. "I'm fresh out of ideas and magic plans. If the worst happens, I will face it when it comes. But for now, I wanna go for a ride. Will you come with me?" he asked Laura.

“We can’t just leave Lucas here alone. Not even for a minute,” Laura replied.

Will and Lucas exchanged looks like they knew something Laura did not. The whole thing was really working on her.  Even Becky’s face registered this and she was already agitated.

“What are you two up to?” Laura demanded.

“Never mind,” Lucas answered.  “I think it would be best if you went with Will. I will catch up with the Disciples at the club.”

“But –” Laura protested.

Lucas answered her firmly. “I am a Knights’ Disciple, sis. And my Sergeant at Arms has spoken. Now let’s eat.”

“Mirna, let’s eat breakfast.  Cold is fine with us,” Will said.

“I can’t eat anything after what just happened.  After what’s been happening and keeps happening!”  Laura paused to keep a wall of emotion from erupting.  “Just when I thought we were going to finally have some peace. I thought this change was going to work.” She saw Mirna quietly set the food the she had made earlier, out for them.  Laura got up.  “I am helping you,” she said to Mirna. 

Mirna looked at her, clearly not understanding.  Lucas translated in Spanish for them.  Laura looked at Lucas confused.

“I did learn something in high school,” he kidded. 

Laura was not amused. “What are going to do with her?” she asked of Becky. “Take her to the club, too?”

“Don’t worry,” answered Will.  “We’ll handle everything.  Lucas knows what to do.”

That last sentence made Laura cringe. She knew the Knights’ Disciples had a true code of chivalry, but they were a force to be reckoned with. Would they harm Becky to silence her? She and Mirna carried out plates loaded up with burritos stuffed with eggs and cheese, and potatoes cooked in bacon grease.

Laura pinched a bite of food from one of the plates. It was incredibly delicious, even cold. “Oh my goodness, I am going to get fat if I keep eating like this. It’s amazing.”

Reflexively, Lucas conveyed the compliment in Spanish to Mirna. Mirna smiled from ear to ear at Lucas, not at Laura. 

Becky socked Lucas. “Cut that out! I love you! Quit flirting with her!” she pleaded. 

Lucas’s eyes were cold.  His bloodless expression made Laura shiver.  She didn’t think she would ever forget it. “You have a really strange way of showing it. You know we are through, don’t you?”

“You want them to forgive all the things you’ve done. You told me so. It is all you want in this world, you said. And when I need the same thing, you cut me off?  They had me over a barrel, Luke.”

“My name is Lucas. Stop calling me that. You could have told me. You only care because you got caught. And from what I can figure, you showed up this morning, perfect timing, to help that guy. That guy was sent to find Will and me. I think you’re bullshit. And as far as I can see, we are done.”

“Then I am going,” Becky retorted.

“No!” ordered Will and Lucas together.

It was no use defying the two guys; both Laura and Becky saw that. Becky pouted at the table while the others ate. Everyone finished at about the same time and dumped their plates in the kitchen sink. Laura instructed Lucas to tell Mirna to go home for the day.

Will smiled darkly. “Thank you, Laura. I’ll handle this.”

Laura was fully incensed now. She wasn’t even allowed to suggest the woman go home after working hard and in light of all the drama? She was completely annoyed with Will and she let him know it. “Whatever,” she said acidly. She put on a sweet high-pitched voice to affect a damsel-in-distress. “What should I do next? Please tell me so I don’t displease you master.”

Laura’s display silenced the room. Even Mirna, who was on the periphery, took pause because she found Laura’s behavior weird.

Will loomed over her, blinking with disbelief before pinning her with a steely gaze. “Knock it off,” he said in a low deep voice. “We need to act like a team right now. You and I are riding up the coast and Lucas is running with the ball.”

Laura found his football metaphor dumb and she mocked him for it. “What if the quarterback gets tackled and dies, Coach?”

“Excuse us,” Will said to everyone and abruptly whisked Laura up and out to the elevator, up to his room.

“Don’t you manhandle me,” Laura hissed.

“A little late for protests,” Will said facetiously. 

She couldn’t return his direct look. His response made her blush. A thousand images came to mind of the many ways they had been so intensely intimate. It didn’t matter if they were at odds. The moment their powerful attraction was instigated, nothing matter. Despite being pretty pissed off at him, she could have sex with him at that very moment. Apparently Will was feeling the same. 

The elevator stopped. Laura was gripped with instant fear. “Not again!” she complained, but then she realized that the lights were still lit whereas before the elevator car went pitch black.   There was no mistaking the expression on Will’s face. “I am mad at you,” Laura weakly protested.

He didn’t budge. His gaze was fixed. It was her undoing. She wanted him as much as he apparently wanted her. And she
had
wanted to have sex in the elevator since the moment she saw it. It was the first thing she thought of when she stepped inside.

She stepped gingerly to him and went up on her tiptoes to put her arms around his neck. She plied him with a slow, sensual kiss that revved him up and made her melt. She was already so wet for him.

Will lifted her, light as a feather, up to the rail around the car. She reached between her legs, now wrapped tightly about his hips, and lifted her underwear aside for him. Will freed his massive erection from his jeans and was inside of her. The pressure against him, created by the balance of her hips on the rails, was exquisite. She was set at just the right angle and his slow grinding – at first – was positively electric. Laura drew in her breath, holding back the pleasure rising within so as to prolong it. Her orgasms with him were unspeakably sweet but the state that they were in was nothing short of bliss. Laura clenched her core muscles rhythmically to give him some of the spice that he was giving her. 

His eyes widened with wonder upon experience. “Goldie Locks,” he murmured drunk with arousal. He kissed her lazily, teasingly. He lightly trailed his tongue on her lips.

The elevator suddenly jerked, dropping a couple of inches.  Still joined, Laura jolted with fear but then remained still so as not to upset the elevator car further. The adrenaline rush and jar to her body the fall caused pushed her over the cliff of ecstasy. If they were plummeting to their deaths any time soon, she would be going with a smile on her face.

Will reflexively upped his pace to stroke her through her powerful climax. She trembled, muttering a mix of words about the elevator and coming. She mewled with delight; she couldn’t help it.