“Go away,” he said, taking the drink.
He’d learned to treat the women he fucked mean, that way they knew they were only ever getting his dick, nothing else. No bitch was getting anything else from him. He was done with long term pussy. Daniella’s bitch of a mother had physically, mentally, and financially drained him. She’d been a dried, sour, old crow, who’d not deserved a cent of what he’d given her, but he’d done it to keep her away from their daughter. At least that whore was in the ground.
The door closed and he was alone once again.
The next instant, his cell phone started to ring, and he cursed.
Peace these days was hard to come by.
“Zeke,” he said.
“It’s Demon. I asked him, and I didn’t ask him because you wanted me to,” Demon said.
He was surprised to hear from Demon, especially after he was shot down with his suggestion to let Shakes back into the club.
“What did he say?”
“He’s got a kid on the way and doesn’t want to make the club look vulnerable. We lost a good brother because of you.” The threat in Demon’s voice made Zeke smile. He really did love a good fight. Zeke admired the Soldiers of Wrath. Before he even approached them, he’d done his research on all of them. They were mean motherfuckers to the core. “If you hadn’t been a hard ass fucker, Shakes would be here, and you wouldn’t have to be worrying about Dani.”
Any smile he had disappeared. “Are you threatening my daughter?”
“No, but I’ve not got a hold on Shakes. If they both decide to, they can leave, and we wouldn’t see them again.”
The glass in Zeke’s hand smashed as he put too much pressure around it.
“I hope that helps you sleep at night after everything you’ve done,” Demon said, hanging up the phone.
Zeke stared at the blood in his hand before glancing at the glass on the floor. He relished the pain for several seconds, watching as his blood started to drip onto the broken glass. He should go out and slice Striker’s throat open.
Demon was only speaking the truth.
The mess caused because of Shakes and Daniella had been all his fault. He hated admitting he was wrong. The one thing he loved in the whole world was his daughter. Dani meant the world to him, always had, and always would. She was the child he never thought he’d have.
It was because of his love for her that he feared for her safety all the time. Not a day went by when he didn’t think that his enemies would get to her. Even now, he had three of his men protecting her. He made sure they lived close to her and could blend in without being detected.
He watched Striker as the guy moved from one scene to another, observing each male as they worked out their women.
This was his life.
Climbing out of his chair, he left his room.
“Clean that mess up,” he said, passing Louise on the way out of the room.
He was in his main office within seconds, removing the shards of glass with a pair of tweezers. Once he finished cleaning out the wounds, he bandaged his hand up. Sitting back, Zeke rubbed at his eyes. He was getting too old for this shit.
Just when he thought he was finally going to get some peace, his cell phone started ringing again.
“Fuck!” He growled out the word, answering his phone. “Zeke!”
“We’ve got a new shipment of girls for you to come and look at. They want to work for you, and you said you want to approve all new girls.”
Cursing, Zeke rested his head on the desk. Zeke didn’t deal in trafficking women, he fucking hated it. However, he knew some women wanted to work their bodies for an income, and that is where he came in. “Fine, I’m coming.”
The last thing he wanted to deal with was a new shipment of women who wanted to fuck for a living. He didn’t know why he did what he did, but he was the best at it. Rubbing at his eyes, Zeke took a deep breath before climbing out of his office chair.
Daniella finished putting
the sauce over the chicken as Shakes entered their home. She paused, running her hands down her dress as he took in the romantic setting.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
“Well, I thought we should celebrate,” she said.
He leaned against the doorframe and smiled at her. “What about?”
“There’s a whole list of things really.” She’d never done anything like this, and after he’d left to go see Demon, she’d wanted to do something special for him. “Zeke’s not going to kill you, which I think is amazing. We’re going to have a baby.” She pressed a hand to her stomach. “Then there’s you and the club.”
“I told you last night, baby, there’s no me and the club. I’ll always be there if they need me, but I’m not going to be with them.”
“I know what you said.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. Her heart was pounding. “I don’t want you to make the decision because of me. I love you, Shakes. You’ve given up so much for me. I don’t want to be responsible for taking the club away from you.” Dani had taken the time to think long and hard. She didn’t want them to resent or hate each other in the future because of what had happened now. If he wanted to be part of the club, then she’d support him, just like she’d support him in anything.
He entered the kitchen, and stepped right up close to her, cupping her face between his large hands. “Dani,” he said, sighing.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, baby.” He pressed his forehead against hers, and she melted. Shakes’ warmth surrounded her, and she felt protected and safe. “I told Demon that as much as I loved the club, I wouldn’t be going back to it. I’m not going to go back, and I’m not going to regret what I’ve done either.”
“You love the club.”
“I love you more. When I was with the Soldiers, I was only existing. You’ve given me a reason to love and to live the rest of my life.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “When I look at my blacked out ink, I think about the fact my life started again.”
She smiled, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “I don’t want you to regret anything with me.”
“Baby, the only thing I’d ever regret is losing you.” He pressed another kiss to her lips before sinking down before her. “Now, I think your daddy and your grandpa have come to a decision, and we’re not going to try to kill each other yet.” He started to talk to her stomach, and Dani couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“You’re being silly,” she said.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to have a conversation with our bump.”
She left him to it, listening in.
“Now, if you’re going to be a boy, I’ll be really happy. I can teach you how to throw a ball, and all the crazy shit that a father is supposed to teach his son. I’ll even get you pornos for under you bed when you’re a teenager, without your mother knowing, of course. Never ever use your sock for fun, buddy. That’s just gross.”
Daniella scrunched up her nose, laughing.
“However, if you’re a girl, I’m going to need you to be extra good. You’ll be grounded until you’re forty, and I’ll even get your grandfather to hire a man to kill any guy who even looks at you as if you’re sexy.” He glanced up at her. “If you’re anything like your mother, you’re going to be one good looking woman.”
Dani’s cheeks heated. He always looked at her as if she was the only woman in his world.
“We’re also going to talk about you becoming a nun.”
She’d had enough, but laughed softly. “Stop already. You’re just full of double standards.” She pulled him back up, and Shakes wrapped his arms around her. “You’re really happy?”
“I’m with you. What’s not to be happy?”
“Don’t you think this life is a little boring?”
“Babe, I get to come home to you, and you can’t tell me that your pussy isn’t soaking wet for me.” He moved her back so that she was pressed up against the fridge. Shakes took both of her hands and trapped them above her head in one of his. She couldn’t help but grow wet at his forceful presence. He certainly knew how to get her to take notice of him. His free hand moved from her neck, stroking down her body, caressing over her nipple. “Your body knows what it wants, and it wants me. I’m going to give you my cock, Dani.”
“What about the food?”
He released her hands, and with one tug the dress she’d been wearing was torn down the middle.
“I’m going to eat my food with my dick balls fucking deep inside you,” he said. Seconds later, he slammed his lips down on hers, and Dani gave herself up to the pleasure he was creating. There was no point in fighting it. She wanted him, yearned for him with a passion that scared her.
“Fuck, baby, I need to be inside you.”
He tore her bra and panties from her body until she stood naked before him.
“Go and sit on the chair, spread your legs wide. I want to see how wet you are for me.”
She loved it when he commanded her. Taking a seat on the chair, she spread her legs wide. The last thing she cared about was the food going to waste. She wanted him and whatever he wanted to give her.
“Look at that juicy cunt.” He removed his clothes quickly and was between her thighs, licking her pussy.
Dani moaned, leaning back against her chair as Shakes teased her pussy. “You’re so ripe and juicy. I’m going to fill you with my cum, baby, and it won’t matter because your body already knows who it belongs to. It belongs to me, and I’m not going to let you go, not ever.”
She could listen to him talk all night long. It was a relief to be possessed by a man that truly loved her.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she closed her eyes, and basked in the pleasure his tongue was creating.
If Shakes told her he was happy, she was going to believe him. There was no point in trying to argue with a man who knew his own mind, and Shakes’ was already made up. There was nothing she could do to change that. Nothing.
Z
eke stood in
the back alley of Dominion, a cigarette between his lips, the lights from the streetlamps providing a dirty, muted glow of color. The dark van that was coming toward them held Zeke’s newest purchases.
In the van was a group of pretty sluts that liked cock and wanted to make a living out of sucking and fucking it.
He inhaled from his cigarette again, snubbed the butt out, and tossed it aside.
The van stopped a few feet from where he and a few of his men stood, and once the headlights were turned off and the engine was cut, a scuzzy as fuck looking guy climbed out of the front seat. Another guy, just as greasy, got out of the passenger seat, and the two of them, with their slicked back hair and pencil thin mustaches, came over to Zeke. They reeked of stale reefer and sweat, and gauging by the sight of their stained and hole-ridden shirts, it was clear they hadn’t stopped on their trip to see him.
Zeke didn’t care what they looked like, as long as the merchandise he’d bought was in perfect condition. If they wanted protection for what they wanted to do with their life, Zeke could provide that. So, he bought them off of their low-life pimps, made them part of his club, and gave them a better life then they had.
“You have the cash?” One of the sleazy guys said.
Zeke didn’t answer right away, just stared at both of them. These fuckers were new, apparently; or they were the dumbest motherfuckers he’d ever come across. No one spoke to him like that, and no one questioned him about money. He might be a dirty and dark sonofabitch, but he made sure he took care of business in a professional way.
“Let me see my merchandise.” Zeke stared at them harder, let them see he wasn’t to be fucked around with in just that one look. The guys looked at each other, started shifting on their feet, and it was clear that they finally realized who was in charge.
One of them walked toward the back of the van. The vehicle was parked at an angle, so Zeke could clearly see the side of the van. He opened the double doors, started saying something in a low voice to presumably the women in the back of the vehicle, and then one by one, they started climbing out.
“Line up over here,” one of Zeke’s men said and moved to the side, pointing to the spot where he wanted the girls. The light overhead would let him see each one perfectly and make sure they hadn’t been beaten. The women may be willing, like dick in all forms, but that didn’t mean a john hadn’t fucked with them if they were too high or drunk not to know that you didn’t lay a hand on an innocent or unwilling woman.