Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (123 page)

It was going to be a long, lonely night.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Mason

I awoke to the wretched sound of puking.

Great.  Just fucking great. Like this wasn’t hard enough already, now I was going to have to babysit Rebel through her hangover.  I knew I should have cut her off way before the whiskey started flowing last night.

I groaned when I remembered kissing her before I fled to my room.  That was almost the dumbest thing I had ever done, second only to fucking her in the shop yesterday.  I couldn’t get close to her, and I had to resist her no matter how hard it was to tear myself away from her undulating body.

She had grown up to be a fucking goddess.  Which is what was making this whole thing really fucking difficult.  Not to mention that I felt so comfortable in her presence that when we got to walking down memory lane last night and laughing at all of our shared memories, it made it easy to forget how wrong all of this was.  

I wanted her.  There was no denying that.  I wanted her sitting across the table from me, devouring steak like a hungry woman. I wanted her flashing that irresistible smile at me and laughing at my jokes. I wanted her naked and in my bed, freshly fucked and wearing a satisfied grin that I put there.

But I couldn’t have any of these things.

My cock was hard before I had even opened my eyes, and as I listened to her puke in the bathroom down the hall, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.  I contemplated going in to see if she needed any help, but I stayed put in bed.

I was torn between wanting to make fun of her like I would have if she had still been a kid, and wanting to take care of her and treat her like the woman that she had become.  

I decided to wait it out and leave her alone.  She was a grown woman, she should be able to take care of herself, right?

I hadn’t meant to kiss her.  I had meant to go to bed a lot earlier than I did, for the sole purpose of avoiding a scene like that.  But as our night wore on, I thought less and less of Harley, and more and more of my relentlessly growing need.

Fuck!  At least I didn’t fuck her again.  I had been about an inch away from ripping off her clothes and fucking her right there on my kitchen table.  Her lips tasted like peaches, and I could only imagine how the rest of her tasted.

In fact, I couldn’t help but imagine it.  This woman was going to be the death of me, literally, if I couldn’t keep my shit together and resist every thought of devouring her sweet, perfect young flesh.

I heard the shower running after a while.  My door was still closed, and I reached down between my legs, grasping my throbbing cock and stroking it, hoping for some kind of release before I had to face her again and spend the whole fucking day trying to resist those damned blue eyes of hers.

There was something about the way she looked at me that completely disarmed me.  I wanted to save her, help her somehow, and take away that haunted look of pain in her pretty eyes.

Life just wasn’t fair sometimes, and as much as I felt bad for her, I had to keep reminding myself that she was just a big mess of bad news. There wasn’t much I could do except try to convince Harley to let her stay with him. But if Harley found out I had kissed her again, he wouldn’t be happy.  And if Harley wasn’t happy, then none of the club members would be happy.

And that wouldn’t be a pretty sight.  Not at all.

After a few frustrating moments, I gave up on finding any release.  All I could think of was Rebel, and my body would accept no substitute.

I jumped at a soft knock at my bedroom door.  My cock was raging, and I covered up quickly as the door cracked open.  So much for manners, I thought.  She could have waited till I told her to come in.

She was quite the vision — her hair soaking wet, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her curves — and I groaned with pain when I realized she was practically naked and walking over to my bed.

One look at her green face, though, and I was right back to feeling sorry for her.  She walked over to me, holding her stomach and sat down on the bed next to me.  I put a pillow over my crotch, hoping to hide my massive hard-on.

“I’m so sorry about last night, Mason.”

“Yeah, we shouldn’t be kissing like that,” I replied.

“Oh, no…I wasn’t apologizing for that.  I was apologizing for getting so drunk.”

“Oh, that.  Yeah, well, whatever.  Are you okay now?”

“Yeah, I’ll be alright. Maybe after some breakfast? Can I make you breakfast?”

I hadn’t had a woman cook for me for a long time.  I tended to not be the type of lover to spend the night with women, making sure they were gone way before the sun came up.  It wasn’t easy being in a relationship and helping Harley run the club, so I shied away from spending too much time with any one woman.

But having breakfast cooked for me sounded fantastic, so I wasn’t about to complain. 

“That would be great, Rebel.  There’s eggs and bacon in the fridge.  I’m…um…I’m going to take a shower.”  

A very cold shower, I thought to myself, my cock growing even larger as I took in her supple, bare thighs, her ass peeking out of the bottom of the towel as she walked out of the room.

This was going to be a hell of a lot more difficult than I thought.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Harley

I sat at the head of the table in what we called the ‘war room’ at the clubhouse.  It was a large room with a big heavy table in the middle, our MC logo carved in the middle of it by Big John, one of the founding members that died long ago. 

It was in this room that we hashed out our business details.  A sacred space with some very intense history.  Nothing happened in this club without a majority vote, and sometimes even that involved a certain level of force or coercion, but for the most part, it was pretty fucking democratic, if you asked me.

I was proud of the club.  When I first joined, I thought I didn’t have any other choices in life.  Now I knew better, but after a few years under my belt of sitting at the head of the table, there was nothing in the world I would rather be doing.

Sure, the work was rough, and sometimes violent.  It was a life lived on the edge of death, a risk most men wouldn’t take. But men like Mason and I were made for this lifestyle.  When you grow up around it, it seeps into your every pore, whether you want it to or not.  And, as they say — with great risk, comes great reward.

As I watched my tattooed brothers trail in through the door, taking a seat one by one at this massive table, I grew thankful for the opportunity to be here.  As much as I still held onto resentment for my old man, I knew if it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have all of this.

And the rewards were definitely great.  Money, bikes, all the drinking and drugging I could handle, and as much pussy as I could fuck.  Most of all, the brotherhood I felt between this group of men was unbreakable.  There was something about having a group of big, fearless, strong men backing up your every move that caused you to be fearless yourself.  We were stronger together.  Together, we were invincible.  And nothing felt more powerful than that.

Power.

That’s what I had.  Power over the club, power over the people we offered protection to, power over the people we did business with, and power over our enemies.

It was heady stuff.

And I loved every fucking powerful minute of it.

Today was no different. Some serious shit needed to be addressed and dealt with and it wasn’t going to pretty. 

Mason was the last to arrive, and when he sat down, he avoided my eyes as he greeted me quietly.

“Harley.”  He nodded to me, settled into his seat, and stared straight ahead.  I knew he felt like an asshole, as he well should.  I decided to let him stew in it for awhile.

“Alright, let’s get down to business.”  I started by explaining to the men that the situation we had to deal with was serious and potentially very dangerous.  Handling it required the utmost care and caution.

“Our friends, El Loco Gatos, has been approached by the Garcia cartel.  As you know, the Garcia cartel has been one of our most loyal dealers for years.  They aren’t supposed to be selling to anyone else in our territory, and to approach El Loco Gatos like this is a serious breach of trust. It goes against our agreement. We have exclusive rights to the Garcia cartel’s business in all of Dallas county, and unfortunately, we can’t let them continue to betray the club in this way.”

“El Loco Gatos has been instructed to set up a meeting with the Garcia cartel.  That meeting will be held on Friday night at midnight in a warehouse in Deep Ellum.  Now, I am proposing here today that on the night the deal goes down, we bust in and confiscate the drugs — as a warning, to let them know the Renegade Rebels don’t fuck around in situations like this.  If they continue after we bust them on Friday night, then we will escalate our actions to include some serious punishments.”

I looked around the table, each member’s face solemnly listening.  

“Now, Maverick,”  I gestured to the club treasurer, Maverick Malone, sitting at the end of the table. “I know we were supposed to have your birthday party Friday night at the clubhouse, but we will have to postpone that until next week, unless something changes.”

“That’s no problem, Harley,”  Maverick replied.  Maverick was the biggest of all the brothers in the club.  Heavily muscled, heavily tattooed, heavily pierced, and heavily trained for any fight he was presented with. “As for the plan, I’m open to suggestions. Does anyone have anything to add or would you like to suggest a different way of going about this?” My question was greeted by silence and shaking heads.

“Okay, then.  Let’s vote.”

The vote was unanimous, and the plan was set.  We would all meet at the clubhouse at ten p.m. on Friday night, travel to a previously staked out spot to watch, and then barrel in with the full force of the MC.  

I hoped like hell everything went as planned, but I knew that anything could go wrong.  I could lose a man.  Someone could get injured.  We could get busted by the cops.  A number of things could go haywire, but that was the risk.

If everything went right, then we would have extra drugs to sell and our reputation would be reinforced.  You didn’t get away with fucking with the Renegade Rebels Motorcycle Club.  It just didn’t happen.

The Garcia's were idiots to think they could get away with doing business behind our backs.  Things just didn’t work that way.

When the meeting was over, I was the first to leave the room.  I closed the door to my office, and sat down behind my desk.  My black leather chair was comfortable and I sank into it, thankful for the privacy.  

More and more, I found myself isolating myself from the others.  I could hear them all talking and drinking at the bar outside my door, their loud, raucous laughter echoing through the club, and I had no desire to join them.  

I chalked it up to having a lot to think about, and pulled out my bottle from the desk.  Just as I was putting it to my lips, a knock sounded at my door.

“Yeah?”  I called.

The door opened and Mason peeked his head in.

“Can we talk for a minute?”  he asked.

I was tempted to turn him away, the last thing I wanted to do was talk to him.  I was still pissed at his idiocy and looking at his face was not high on my list of plans for the day.

“Yeah, I guess,” I relented.

He sat down in front of me, his eyes searching mine.  He knew he fucked up, he just didn’t know exactly how angry I was.  I knew he was here to feel me out, probably even apologize, but I was in no mood to hear it.

“What’s up?”  I said, hoping we could make this as brief as possible.

“I wanted to talk to you about yesterday…about…about Rebel.”

“Oh, yeah?”  I said, not giving an inch.  My expression hardened on my face.  “What about it?”

“Look, Harley, you’re my best friend.” The words rushed out of him. “And not only that, you’re like family. The last thing I ever want to do is piss you off, you fucking know that.  And you know that I had no fucking idea that was Rebel yesterday when she showed up…before…um…before we…well, before you walked out.  She didn’t tell me her name.  But I’m so fucking sorry, Harley.  If I had known that was her, you know I wouldn’t have touched her.” “Look, man,” I said. “It’s cool, alright?  Let’s just forget about it.”

“Really?”  The look of relief that washed over his face was priceless.