Storm (Storm MC) (11 page)

“Motherfucker!” he screamed in agony, and tried to struggle out of Scott’s hold. 

Oh, yeah asshole, I was just getting started.  I lifted the gun and aimed it at his other foot, and was just about to shoot when he yelled, “Wait!  I’ll tell you. Just fucking stop shooting!”

“Well, hurry the fuck up.  We don’t have all day,” I bellowed at him, trying to create some fucking urgency for him to deliver the details.

“Warehouse on Woods,” he grumbled, and the adrenaline coursed through me with this new information.  We were finally going to get that cocksucker.  He had been one step ahead of us for too fucking long; it was time to take him down.

Scott flashed me an evil grin, “Time to rock and roll, brother.”

Ten minutes later we were heading to the warehouse.  Scott had called Marcus, and he was rounding up the boys to meet us there.  I was fired up to take Nix down.  Finally.  This had been a long time coming.  When Marcus had put a stop to our original plan two years ago I had been pissed off, but he had managed to convince me it was for the best.  We had all worked hard the last couple of years to build Storm up, and in that time Nix had gone even more rogue.  He had taken over the Presidency of Black Deeds and was now pissing all over that club pursuing his own agenda.  Killing Bec and her son had been the final nail in his coffin as far as we were concerned, and I was fucking ecstatic when Marcus had given the order to put him to ground.

My mind wandered to Madison.  Fuck, I was glad she was back but it was stirring shit up in me that I thought was over and done with.  I still loved her and had always known that, but I figured that relationship was in the past.  Now I wasn’t so sure.  I wanted her.  But I wasn’t convinced that we could deal with the past and move on from it.  Madison seemed to have a lot of issues with it all.  Fuck, but I wanted her. 

I put thoughts of her aside to focus on the job at hand.  I followed Scott to the warehouse, noting there were only a couple of bikes parked outside; hopefully this meant Nix didn’t have much company.

While we waited for Marcus and the boys to turn up, Scott asked me, “What’s the deal with you and Madison?”

“Not sure, brother.  Your sister has a fucking mind of her own and I’m not sure I’ll ever get through it.”

He chuckled, “You wouldn’t have it any other way.  A submissive bitch wouldn’t stand a chance with you,” he said and then his face turned serious, “Don’t fuck her over.  She’s not as tough as she likes to make out.”

“I hear you,” I agreed.  And I did.  Madison liked to present a tough front but underneath it all she was pretty sensitive, and perhaps that was something I hadn’t paid enough attention to when we were together.  It was certainly something I had figured out as our relationship had spiralled into a shit storm of hurt, anger and resentment.  Too little, too fucking late though.

Scott nodded at me, “Good,” he replied, and then turned his head to acknowledge Marcus who was now walking towards us.

He had brought ten of the boys with him and we quickly discussed the best course of action.  We split up; half going to the back, and the rest to the front of the warehouse.  I was fucking itching to get in there and I pulled my gun out, ready to go.

Scott stormed through the door and we found Nix with three of his guys in there.  But, fuck me, he was one step ahead of us again.  Scott lifted his finger to indicate for us all to stop but I was seeing fucking red and wasn’t sure I could stop.

Nix chuckled, eyes glinting with sinister fucking glee.  “Looks like you’re just in time for the party, boys.”

I powered past Scott, intent on killing Nix but he grasped my arm and yanked me back.  “Now’s not the fuckin’ time, J.  Be smart, brother,” he hissed.

“I don’t know how you can be so fucking calm about this!  He’s got our fucking family there,” I barked.

Nix had Scott’s mother and Madison tied up, guns trained on them, and my heart was fucking pounding in my chest. Scott wanted me to be smart but as far as I could see, it was time to stop thinking and start fucking doing.  It appeared that Marcus had the same idea as me.  He came thundering through the back entrance and barrelled into Nix, knocking him to the ground.  I took that as my cue to follow suit and fired my gun at the asshole that had Madison.  I hit him dead in the eyes and he dropped like the piece of shit he was.

“Fuck!” Scott bellowed and gave the signal to the boys to get in it.

Marcus was busy with Nix and I had no doubt he could hold his own until we got the others under control, so I charged straight for the guy closest to me and swung my fist at him.  I connected but he took a swing back and the crack across my cheek fucking hurt but it didn’t stop me.  With all this adrenaline coursing through my system, I didn’t think much could.  We continued to trade punches but he was one tough motherfucker and just kept coming back for more.

Just when I thought I had him a shot rang out and I turned to see that the VP of Black Deeds, Bullet, had arrived, along with about six other members.  “Enough!” he yelled and his guys all focused their guns on us.

Fuck. 

Bullet was a nasty piece of work, and today he appeared to be in a murderous mood going by the look on his face, and his tense body language.  He spoke at Marcus, “Let Nix go,” he trained his gun on Madison, “Or I shoot her.”

Marcus didn’t hesitate; he shoved Nix towards Bullet.  Nix stumbled, but turned and attempted to punch Marcus, who saw it coming, ducked and then straightened, grabbing Nix by the throat. 

Bullet stalked over to them and ripped Nix away from Marcus.  “Fucking leave it, Nix,” he growled, “This shit is done.”

Nix turned his dark eyes on Bullet and seethed, “Watch your fucking mouth, VP.  This shit isn’t done till I say it is, and it’s not fucking done.”

Bullet nodded at one of their guys who turned his gun from our people and aimed it at Nix.  “The club says it’s done,” Bullet asserted, and the guy pulled the trigger.

I watched as Nix slumped to the floor; stunned.  Never in a million years had I expected that they would take their own President out.  But, it was possibly the best move they could have made.

My eyes shot to Madison and I took in her alarm.  Fuck, this needed to be over but I had no clue where Bullet was taking it.

“Right, you get your guys out of here and this is done.  No fucking retribution for anything Nix did; he wasn’t backed by the club for any of that shit,” Bullet said to Marcus.

Marcus considered what he had said, giving both Scott and I a quick glance.  Scott lifted his chin, indicating his consent and I followed suit.  We didn’t want a war with Black Deeds; it had only ever been Nix that we were after, and that had been taken care of.  I was fucking pissed though; I had wanted to draw his death out and fucking make him suffer.  I had wanted to be the cause of his blood pouring from his body.

Turning back to Bullet, Marcus agreed and then raised his hand in the air, circling his finger and pointing at the door.  He had grabbed Sharon, and I headed towards Madison, who Scott had untied. 

I held her face between my hands and searched her eyes, “You okay, baby?” I asked.

She kept her shit together and nodded, “Yeah,” she replied and then, with an emotion I couldn’t quite figure out, “Take me home, J.”  Her hands covered mine and she grasped them both pulling them down to our sides.  We stood there for a moment like that, her eyes no longer cold towards me but rather, there was a heat to her stare.  And it fucking hit me in the belly and then, of course, my dick did his happy dance again.  I growled and nodded, leading her out to my bike, not even giving Bullet, Marcus or any of the boys a second glance. 

I was fucking taking Madison home, and no fucker was getting in my way.

M
adison

J was on a mission and I was going with it.  I was letting myself feel again.  After shutting my feelings down for so long, to now let myself go there was electric.  My body was buzzing, my mind was dancing with the possibilities and my desire for J was in fucking overdrive.  I needed to have him.  Now.

Any doubts I had been having about how he felt had been erased when I saw the raw emotion he experienced when he saw me tied up by Nix.  I never thought I’d see the day, but I had been relieved when he’d killed that fucker standing over me.  It was no secret that I struggled with the violence surrounding Storm, but my eyes had been opened today and my Mum was right; anything J did was for those he loved.  Even what he had done to Rob.  I was shitty at myself for taking so long to see this because it had kept me from J all this time.  And I didn’t want to be without him for one second longer.

I followed him wordlessly through his house into his bedroom, all the while holding his hand; I wasn’t letting him go. 

When we reached his room he turned to me, and pulled me to him.  Our eyes locked and I licked my lips, drawing his attention to my mouth.  I wrapped my hands around his neck letting my fingers thread through his hair and then pulled his face to mine.  The minute our lips met, my core clenched and my brain became a scrambled mess.  I needed this man like I had never needed another and I pushed myself closer to him; I couldn’t get close enough. 

He groaned, and reached his hands down to my ass and lifted me up so that my legs were wrapped around him.  Next minute we were up against the wall, lips smashed together and his hands were under my top searching for my breasts. 

“Baby, you feel so good,” he murmured as he rolled my nipple between his fingers.

“Fuck, J,” I moaned, and then kissed him before pulling back away, “Why did we wait so long?”  It wasn’t really a question that required answering; more a statement of how much I wanted this right now.

“I don’t fucking know, but don’t think that you can stop me now, cause nothing will fucking stop me now.  I’m yours and you’re mine, always have been,” he was staring intently into my eyes while he said all of this.

I nodded and smiled, “Yes,” I said simply, and then a little more aggressively, “Now, fuck me.” 

He grinned, and then his lips were back on mine; hard, insistent. Gripping my ass he turned and walked us to the bed, laying me down while he stood and watched me from hooded eyes.

“Take your clothes off, baby,” he commanded and I didn’t hesitate to obey.

I shimmied out of my jeans and then lifted my top off and threw it on the floor, closely followed by my bra.  Fuck, watching J watch me was getting me wetter than I already was and I decided to play with him a little.  I ran my hands over my tits, pinching my nipples, and then reached one hand down into my knickers and rubbed my clit.  My eyes did not leave J, but his eyes roamed my body, first watching me touch my tits and then following my hand into my knickers.  He loved to watch, and I loved to be watched; I had forgotten how in sync we were.

“Taste yourself,” he said as he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. 

I watched as he pulled his cock free and stroked it; his eyes remained on my pussy, eager for a show, so I dipped my finger into my wetness and then lifted it to my lips, sucking and licking.  He stroked harder and a little faster, which only turned me on more.  I moved to a kneeling position in front of him on the bed and pushed his jeans down; I wanted all barriers to J removed.  He stepped out of them and then pulled his shirt off.  J liked to go commando so he now stood naked in front of me and it was a fucking sight to behold.

I traced the tattoo on his chest, remembering the day he had it done.  It was my name tattooed in an anchor and I was surprised and thrilled that he still had it; I would have expected him to tattoo over it after we broke up.  His hand cupped my chin and he tilted my face up to look at him while his other hand wrapped around my hand that had been exploring his chest. 

“Baby, it’s always been you.  Always.  Tell me you believe that,” he said, his voice husky.

“Yes, I believe it, J,” I breathed out, full of love and desire.  I reached my other hand up to his face and pulled him to me, kissing him deep and hard, before admitting, “And it’s always been you.  I thought this was done, but it’s not, and I don’t ever want it to be.”  I laid my heart bare before him and prayed he wouldn’t fuck with it again; that he would treasure it and help me to finally put it back together.

“It won’t ever be done.  You and me, that’s forever, and this time... this time I will do right by you.  I thought I had always put you first, but today, seeing you there, fucking tied up... fuck baby, today I realised that I would do anything for you.  I won’t make the mistakes I’ve made in the past.” 

And just like that, he had me.  I was back where I should be; I was his.  He had my heart again and now it was time to give him my body.  I touched his tattoo again, briefly, and then trailed my hand slowly down to his cock.  He sucked in a breath as I took hold and moved my hand up and down the length of him; slow at first and then faster. 

J suddenly gripped my hand and stopped me, a feral look on his face.  “Feels so fucking good, but it’s been too long without you, baby.  I want this to last longer than a minute,” he grunted.

My body was flooded with warmth at his words and a tingle spread out from my heart.  I was impatient to have him but his words hit my sweet spot, and I decided to let him set the pace so I pulled away and laid back on the bed.  Touching my pussy through my knickers I enticed him, “It’s all yours J, you’ve just got to come and get it.”

J wasted no time; he leant over me and ripped my knickers off.  He spread my legs and dipped his head between them.  When his tongue hit my clit I had to grip the bed to steady myself because he was setting off a firework of sensations within me.  He growled with pleasure and the vibrations raced through me, sending a desperate need for more, and I struggled to hold back, to let him continue this slow, maddening tease. 

He continued to explore me with his tongue while his hands held my ass and positioned my legs over his shoulders.  I tangled my hands in his hair and as I felt the pressure build I ground my pussy into his face.  Fuck, I loved his mouth on me.  When he pushed a finger inside I gripped his hair hard; I was almost there.  One finger became two and he pushed and swirled inside me until the pressure grew and I came in a glorious moment of ecstasy.