Rise in Arms, page 13
part #4 of Blood Brothers MC Series
“You thinkin’ drugs.”
I shrug and take another drag. “I knew Blake in the day, when I used to fight. He was into some heavy shit back then, but I thought he would have given that up to be a professional fighter and all.”
“Yeah, well, there are ways around hiding that shit from people.”
I look over at Quill at that. “There are blood tests we… they have to take regularly. Surely it would come up in that?”
“He’s rich, Trigg,” Quill says, shaking his head. “Probably pays them off.”
I throw my cigarette on the ground and step on it. “Yeah, that’s true.”
“So, you got a plan?” Quill asks, eyeing me suspiciously.
I sigh, putting my hands in the front pockets of my jeans. “I wish I knew, Prez. All I know is, if he comes down here and tries to take her”— I point to the front door of Quill’s home—“I’m gonna do everything in my power to stop that from happening. If he hurts her? Then, Prez, man, I’m tellin’ you now, I will take him down.”
Quill rubs at his jaw, and the sound of his stubble beneath his nails reaches my ears in the otherwise silent surroundings. He looks at me then and folds his arms. “Promise me you won’t do anything stupid, Trigg. We’re family and we have your back—your sister’s and Charity’s as well— so don’t think you need to do anything all on your own.”
I shoot Quill a grateful smile, and then sober again at the thought of what we may be up against soon. “I hear you, Prez. But if he hurts her, or my sister, I will shoot the fucker. Don’t care what the consequences are.”
He stares at me for what feels like ages, then nods and taps my shoulder. “Go to sleep, you’ve had a long day.”
“Yeah, I do need some shut-eye. Thanks again for everything, man.”
“Don’t mention it,” Quill responds. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah, see ya.” I turn and walk to my bike, where Bear is waiting.
I wake up to moans and groans and feel my cock twitch. A hand cups my balls and squeezes as a hot, wet mouth slides down my length and takes me whole, only stopping when I’m halfway down their throat.
Am I dreaming?
I grasps both sides of the sheets underneath me as I feel myself getting close to coming. “Fuck!” I grunt as I feel precome spurt, and then hear a muffled voice moan in what sounds like appreciation. I lift my head up off the pillow to see who I owe this morning blow job to but have no clear vision as they’re hidden by the top sheet, which is covering up to my abs.
I pull the sheet down, and still when I see Honey, naked from what I can tell, and licking my cock like it’s a Popsicle. She has a hand between her thighs, pleasuring herself as she runs her tongue up and down me, and she starts circling around her clit with her index finger. I can see the sheen of her juices on her thighs and fingers, and I tense up. “What the fuck are you doing, Honey?”
Her head tilts up so she meets my eyes, but her tongue is still licking my head. Fuck, that feels good—it’s been so long.
“Baby, if you need me to tell you what I’m doing, then I know it’s been too long. Don’t you like it?” she asks, her free hand now pumping my length, her small fingers barely able to grasp around my girth. I feel pressure building in my balls and know I’m close to coming in her mouth, which is once again covering me with its wet warmth. I should pull her off, tell her to get the fuck out, but part of me wants what’s she’s offering. “Come on, baby, don’t act like you don’t want this,” she says like she read my mind, then starts pumping my cock faster, just how she knows I like it.
I squeeze my eyes shut and bite down on my bottom lip, trying to make myself think straight. No, I can’t do this, no matter how much I want it. It ain’t right to tell Charity last night that I want her, and that Honey means nothing to me, then be getting sucked off by the woman herself.
I grip her hair in my hand to pull her off, and that’s when my door flies open. It’s Quill who busts in, saying, “You up yet, brother? It’s past lun—Oh, fuck.” His eyes widen, and his expression turns apologetic. “I’m fucking sorry, man.”
I frown. Since when do any of the boys apologize for stumbling into a room when one of us is fucking or getting head. But then I know what the look of pity on Quill’s face now is for, because just as sure as I know day is day and night is night, the familiar sound of Charity’s laugh hits my ears.
“What’s going on, Quill? You gonna let us in?” I hear Hazel ask. My cock softens right away, and I quickly push Honey’s mouth off and stumble to my feet, looking for jeans and a shirt.
“Come on, Quill, let me in,” Charity says, and I look at Quill with pleading eyes, before he turns in the doorway to face them, trying desperately to conceal me and Honey from both Charity and Hazel. I can’t make out what Quill is saying, but I don’t care.
Finally finding my jeans at the edge of the bed, I’m sliding my legs through them one at a time when Honey says, “Hey, I’m not done yet.”
“Let me the fuck inside,” I hear Charity growl.
“Darlin’, ain’t nothing for you to see in here. I was wrong to think surprising him would be a good idea. Now’s just not the time.”
“Like fuck it isn’t!” Charity shouts, pushing Quill aside and appearing in the doorway, thunderclouds passing across her face as she looks between Honey and me.
“Will you get the fuck up and dress yourself!” I demand, seeing a smug look of pleasure grace Honey’s face at Charity’s obvious fury. The bitch is enjoying this.
I’m just about to throw my shirt over my head, when Charity slams the door the rest of the way open and storms into the room. Her eyes widen, and a gasp leaves her lips as the reality of what had been happening before she turned up sinks in. She covers her mouth with one hand, and I go still, my shirt hanging around my neck. Charity looks between Honey and I again, then her eyes travel down my chest to my open jeans that I still haven’t had a chance to close. How the fuck am I going to explain this?
Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears as she looks back at Honey, who’s wiping smeared lipstick off from around her mouth. She smiles over at Charity. “Don’t you knock? It’s rude to interrupt someone when she’s going down on a man, and with cum in her mouth.”
Charity’s eyes widen once again and then her hand drops from her mouth.
“Honey, shut the fuck up and get the hell out of here.” I look back at Charity, and say pleadingly, “Look, it isn’t what you think.”
“Ha!” Charity shouts, a fake smile on her lips. “Not what I think? Please explain, Trigger, what it is that you think I’m thinking?” That’s the first time she’s called me by my club name.
I continue to pull my shirt on to buy some time, then buckle up my jeans and zip them closed. Stepping closer to her with my arms out in front, I say, “Let’s talk, okay, babe.”
“Babe? Don’t you dare call me babe!” she yells, her face now red with her anger, eyes bright and shining with tears. “How dare you! How dare you play me like this.” I step back as her fury takes hold and she steps closer to me. “You know what, Trigger? I thought you were different, thought that maybe….” She looks at Honey and then back at me.
“What?” I ask, encouraging her to go on.
She laughs, a bitter laugh, though. “Nothing. I’m an idiot, that’s all.”
I reach over and place my hand on her arm, but she pulls back. “Don’t you dare touch me. You… you asshole,” she spits, then walks to the bed where Honey is lazily looking at her nails with a wide smile on her face. “And you.” She yells the words, forcing Honey to look up at her. “Don’t you have any respect for yourself? Get some clothes on, for God’s sake.”
Honey smirks and rolls her eyes at Charity, and I grind my teeth. “Why? Trigger likes me this way.”
Before I can speak, Charity cries out, “Why, you bitch,” her hands moving to Honey’s hair. She pulls at it harshly and jumps on top of her, and I rush toward the bed, not wanting Charity to do anything stupid that may harm her baby. I pull her off Honey with some effort, and Charity kicks and screams, and claws at my arm as I hold her to my chest. “Let me go, you bastard. I want to kill her.”
“Stop it,” I growl in her ear.
Hazel comes barging in then, taking one of Charity’s hands in hers. “Let’s go, Charity, she’s not worth it. And from what I’ve seen today, neither is my brother,” Hazel adds, giving me a disappointed look and shaking her head as she looks around the bedroom. I let go of Charity, and Hazel takes her into her arms and lets her cry on her shoulder. “Shush, shush,” Hazel says soothingly into her ear.
“Listen, Hazel. I—”
“Don’t you dare,” she interrupts, holding her hand out to me to indicate I should stop talking. “It’s not the time—especially when that whore over there is naked on your bed. Come on, let’s get out of here,” Hazel whispers, as she rubs in circles on Charity’s back.
Charity nods and begins to walk away, Hazel’s arm around her. “Char, wait. Please, let’s talk,” I beg as I follow them toward the door.
Charity turns to me once again, tears staining her cheeks as they flow freely from her red-rimmed eyes, and says something I know I’ll never forget. “I’m done. I was wrong to come here.”
She then turns away once more, and my last vision of her is her crying into my sister’s shoulder as they walk out the door.
I feel numb, like I’ve lost a piece of me. What the fuck just happened?
“Get. The fuck. Out of here, Honey. Don’t make me ask you again,” I growl.
She looks up at me with puppy-dog eyes, and frowns. “But…. I thought…?”
“You didn’t think, that’s the problem.” I grab Honey by her arm and pull her off the bed, forcing her body to move toward the open doorway, picking her clothes up from the floor along the way. I shove them into her arms, and she falls back against the closed bedroom door. Looking into her eyes so she doesn’t miss my meaning, I say, “Listen here, Honey. I don’t want you or your mouth on my cock again. I won’t be needing your services any longer,” I add, in case the message wasn’t clear enough, and open the door and shove her out, bare-ass naked.
She turns to face me from the hallway, and her lips start quivering just before I slam the door in her face, not wanting to give her a chance to say a word. Sighing in relief that she’s out of my sight, I take a seat on the edge of my bed and run my fingers through my hair. Pulling at it, I growl out, “Fuck!” It does nothing to take the edge off my anger and frustration at what just went down.
A knock on the door catches my attention and I look up. I’m hoping Charity has come back but doubt it at the same time.
“Who is it?”
“Me, brother,” Quill answers from the other side.
“Come in.”
The door opens, revealing Quill, and he steps into the room and shuts the door behind him. His hands move to his hips, and the look on his face is apologetic. “Shit, brother. I didn’t see that comin’,” he says, lifting a hand to rub at his jaw.
I shake my head, putting my hands into my lap. “Not your fault, Prez. But you need to know”— I look up at him—“Honey means nothing to me. I didn’t know she was in my bed, she fuckin’ came in while I was sleeping, to give me a blow job.”
Quill whistles out a breath and smirks. “That’s one hell of a way to wake up, brother.”
I laugh despite how shitty I feel. “No kidding.” Then I straighten and lose my smile when reality kicks back in. “I’ve fucked up, haven’t I?”
“Yeah, I think you have. I don’t know what I was thinkin’. She woke up this morning all happy and shit, made us all breakfast—she kept asking about you, asking what you do at the club. If you’d be here. I had to bring her to see you. You should have seen her eyes light up when I said was headed here…. I asked her if she wanted to come, and she was already grabbing her jacket by the time I finished the question.” Quill runs his hand through his hair. “So here we are… didn’t think we’d be walkin’ into that.”
I clench my hands into fists in my lap, my chest starting to ache when I remember the look on Charity’s face before she disappeared. “Yeah, fuckin’ Honey. She’d better stay away from me, don’t need her fucking up things with Charity right now.”
“You want me to kick her out?” Quill asks.
I think on his words for a moment and then look over at him. “Maybe. Just leave it a bit, though. I’ve told her I want nothin’ to do with her, maybe she’ll move on to another brother.” Quill nods, and I can’t help but ask, “Where are the girls now?”
Quill points his thumb behind him, toward the door. “Getting the official tour from Jasmine and Lu. Lu came down especially to see who your new woman is.”
“Nosy, aren’t they?”
“What can I say, they’re chicks—nothing we can do about that. Now, I needed a word with you anyway. Guns are here, Tracker called me this morning and he’s here, unloading with Bear. I want all the boys carrying, I’m not taking any risks. The women are gonna stay here.”
I raise my eyebrows at that. “Here at the club? And the kids?”
“Jasmine’s parents are gonna take them for a couple of days, just till things settle down.”
I nod. “Sounds like a good idea. Sorry, man.” I feel guilty as shit for bringing problems to the club.
“For what?” he asks, linking his thumbs in the loops of his jeans.
“Bringing shit to the club. We just got through some fucked-up shit with Santana, and now this.” I reach up and rest my hands on the back of my neck.
“Look, man, I wouldn’t expect anything else from my brothers but full support. Your sister’s in trouble? Then we gotta protect her. We’re familia, right?”
Familia, family in Spanish. I stand, the weight on my shoulders lightening a little at Quill’s words. “Yeah, we are.” I tap his shoulder with my hand.
“Good. Now let’s go see what goodies Tracker brought back for us,” Prez says as he turns to open my door.
“Yeah.” I take a deep breath and follow.
Walking out of the room, my eyes automatically search for a glimpse of Charity but I can’t see her anywhere. When we continue on to the garage, I spot her playing with Jack by the playground, which Quill and Jasmine had the club build so the ever increasing number of members’ kids would have somewhere to play when they came to visit. Jack is squealing with excitement on a swing, while Charity pushes him, and Jasmine is laughing nearby while holding Rose. My heart constricts when Charity looks up and catches me staring at her.
A throat clears beside me and Quill’s hand rests on my shoulder. “Just give her a minute to cool down, she’ll come around. You know something? She reminds me a of Jasmine a little,” he says casually.
My body tightens, and I feel my face flush as I look back at the girls, my gaze moving between both Jasmine to Charity, and for the first time notice their similarities, not just in looks but personality as well. Could that be why I’m drawn to Charity? Argh! I’m so fucked-up!
“Trigg, you with me?”
I shake my head. “Yeah, sorry, Prez. Was somewhere else.”
He laughs, and squeezes my shoulder once more before letting go. “Yeah, thought so.”
We step into the large garage area that’s beside the clubhouse, and I watch as Tracker and Bear uncover the guns, which are in an unmarked crate.
I whistle when I see what’s there. “Those are some fine-looking AK-47s and Berrettas.”
“Yeah, Tate did well,” Tracker says, and I nod in agreeance.
“He sure did,” I say, stepping closer and picking one up. I hold it in my hand and look at its clean lines then point it at a picture on the wall. After checking the piece is empty of bullets, I close one eye as I focus the gun on it once again. I apply pressure and pull the trigger, hearing a slight click. “Feels good, and light?”
Bear grabs one himself and takes a mock shot, then brings it to his face, holding it at different angles as he looks it over. His smile shows his approval. “Fuckin’ A.”
We place the guns back into the crate, and I look over at Gunner, who’s just entered the garage. “Fuck, man, that woman is gonna give me a hard-on if she keeps bending over like that to push Jack on that fuckin’ swing.”
Feeling my hands tighten at my sides, knowing exactly who he’s talking about—because he’d never fucking disrespect Prez’s ol’ lady like that—I turn to look outside, catching Charity just as she bends forward once again, the wind lifting her dress up as she pushes Jack. I grind my teeth when I see a glimpse of her black panties, and turn to see Gunner tilt his head to the side as he takes another glimpse at my woman.
“You better take your eyes off her, man. Before I take them off for you,” I growl, inching closer to him.
Gunner turns to face me, a wide smile on his face despite the raw anger pouring off me. He’s wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his hair is messed up and all over the place. Probably just had some whore in bed with him. “Well, well, what do you know. Seems pretty boy Trigger is falling for the new girl.”
“Shut the fuck up!” I warn him. “You just keep your eyes to yourself.”
“Oooh, touchy, aren’t we?” Gunner teases, playing with the key chain in his hand. He looks over at Charity once more then back at me, cocking an eyebrow. “You’d better claim her soon, man.” He’s smirking, and my blood boils.
I go to step toward him, but Quill stops me, placing his hand on my arm. “That’s enough, boys, seems we’re all on edge. I think we all need to chill the fuck down and let loose.”
“Does that mean what I think it means?” Bear asks, his enthusiasm for the idea written all over his face.
“Club party, that’s right,” Quill replies, and the boys all show their approval by shouting out “Yes!”
“Just one thing…,” Quill continues, silencing us with a raised hand. “The women will be here tonight, they’re stayin’ at the club, so although I say let loose…. Just not that loose. You get me? Rein it in a notch or two.”
