Fox's Lair: Twisted Iron MC, page 7
“Already here working on it as we speak,” she replies.
“But, I didn’t tell you to do that until now. What if I had woken up, got ready and headed to the office? I would’ve had an empty schedule. You have to wait on me to tell you to do this sort of thing, Aria.”
“Nova, you need a few days to heal both physically and emotionally. I’m not just your employee, but your friend as well. We have to look out for one another. Just let me do my job, it makes me feel special,” she says, making me feel guilty for scolding her the way I did.
“You’re right, but please in the future, wait for me to instruct you to close down the office for the day.” I don’t want my employees going rogue and closing up shop. I need to keep up professionalism when it comes to my practice. I don’t want to become known for not keeping the hours and appointments I’ve made.
“From now on, I’ll wait for your orders,” Aria promises me.
“Thank you,” I respond. We spend a few seconds sharing pleasantries before disconnecting.
Looks like I’ve gotten the day off to laze around as I wanted when I first awoke. Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, potato chips, TV and a good book, sound superb to me. It’s been a long time since I’ve just had a day to myself.
Fox
I should be feeling a sense of satisfaction this morning when I wake up. Instead, my head is spinning with worry over Nova. In my experience, today is going to hit her in the sternum like a batting ram. She’ll not only feel this emotionally, but physically she’s gonna be sore as hell. I want to be the one to comfort her, but I don’t want to give her any daydreams about marriage, babies and all of that shit. I like her, fuck do I like her, which makes me want to put her at arm’s length...but another piece of me, wants to hold her in my arms, reassuring myself that she’s fine. Twisting myself into knots over her isn’t going to do either one of us any good. We need to keep our distance when we’re not setting a bed on fire. I don’t want to be drawn to her any more than I already seem to be. My dick stands at attention whenever her name is mentioned, which tells me I’m already in to deep where she’s concerned. “Get yourself together, Fox. She’s just a chick, just like any other you’ve bedded,” I give myself a pep talk. Realizing that sleep is a dream that won’t be happening anytime soon, I head to the bathroom to take care of my morning routine. Shit, shower, shave. Then I’ll get my day started the right way, one with a lady called Mary Jane. She always knows how to take care of me.
While I was in the shower, the need to put eyes on Nova overwhelmed my senses. All of my earlier thoughts went out the window once I got it in my head to see her. Sitting outside of her place, like a good little stalker I seem to have become, I watch her through her open blinds. She’s sitting on her couch, drawn up into a ball, with a blanket wrapped securely around her. “She seems to be okay,” I assure myself. This is as close to her as I’m willing to get. My body craves hers; my mind wants to banter with her, and my soul desperately needs to connect to hers. Shaking my head at where my thoughts are leading me to, I rev my engine and take off to my next destination.
Mr. Harold Jessup may have thought he’d seen the last of me last night, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I plan on keeping my eyes glued to him. He needs to understand that we won’t be letting this go and we will be watching his every move. I can’t in good conscience assume last night’s warning will stay with him for a long period of time. If anything, it will fly out of his head the second he’s healed. In my gut, I fear that he’ll seek retribution. He’s a coward and won’t come at the MC, no, he’ll go after the women. They are our weak links, and defenseless against a man of his size. Well, unless he goes after Outlaw, she’ll put a hurting on that man. My smile widens, my blinding white teeth on display as I think this. I sorta want him to try his hand with her, but at the same time, I want him to keep his distance from my family. I know Outlaw could handle him, we made sure she could take down a man twice her size, but there’s always an exception to the rule, especially if she has baby Melodi with her. My mind takes flight with ways I can keep him at bay. I want him scared; to piss himself whenever he sees me or one of my brothers in town. Our cut needs to strike fear in him. Besides, watching a grown man wet his pants never gets old.
Some may believe I’m a sadistic son-of-a-bitch, this may be true, but to me, it’s only keeping people in check. This town could quickly get out of hand if we aren’t making our presence known. It should be governed by the police department, but they’re pussies who are bound by the law. Men who made rules for society aren’t going to tell me what to do. The only laws I am willing to abide by, are that of my club.
“Fuck everyone else, they can suck my big fat cock.”
As I sit here astride my bike, I watch as the blinds flicker. A vicious chuckle leaves me as I watch his fearful eyes stay placed on me. I may not intrude his home, but my presence alone screams out my warning. I never again will need to lay a hand on this motherfucker. He will be my little bitch on strings. I’ll be the one moving him throughout life. I don’t mind being his puppet master. It sounds kind of fun actually.
When I feel like my point has been made. I slowly ride away, grin firmly placed on my face.
“Yeah, motherfucker, I’ll be back. You’ll never make a move in town that I won’t know about,” I say out loud. Knowing he can’t hear me, but the message is loud and clear. “Checkmate.”
9
Novalee
The next few weeks are filled to the brim with patients. I eat, sleep and breathe dogs, cats, ferrets, and birds. Speaking of which, Polly has come to work with me today, and is viciously cursing out every other animal who comes within five feet of her. “Fuck off, kitty.” As this is said, my cheeks blush with embarrassment, but little old Mrs. Kamenski, she booms out a roaring laugh.
“I need to get me one of those birds,” she says when she finally gets herself under control.
“They’re not as fun as they look.” My advice on the matter goes in one ear and out the other.
“Ah, it can’t be that bad, dearie. I bet that one keeps you well entertained,” she states, pointing in Polly’s direction.
“That she does,” and as I say those words, Jazzy, the calico cat hisses. Polly, my mimicking cockatoo, does the same. I’ve never heard this sort of thing leave her beak before. “Polly! Be nice. That cat could have you for a snack.”
“Always nice, fuck off, kitty,” she squeaks out.
“I’m so sorry, Mrs. Kamenski. She’s always been a bit outspoken, but she knows better than to let those curse words escape her when a patient is around,” I profusely apologize. “No treats for you tonight, Polly.”
“Fox has a big dick,” she announces, causing my light pink blush turn full on red.
“Fox? As in that beautiful man who rides with the town’s club?” she inquires.
“He’s a friend,” I rush out.
“Quite a good one if your little tattletale is expressing how big he is.” Her joking words, and the lift of her eyebrows, has me giggling.
“Well,” I start, changing the subject, “Jazzy is in good health. She needs to come in to have her teeth cleaned, but other than that she’s good to go until next year’s round of vaccines are due.”
“Very well, dearie. How soon does this need to happen? The holidays are quickly approaching and money will become sparse.” I look over at my calendar, reassuring myself that it’s just now turning into the month of August.
“You have plenty of time, Mrs. Kamenski, although I wouldn’t advise going much further past the first of the year.”
“I will call the first of the year and set up her appointment.” She grabs her cane that’s leaning against the wall and lifts herself up from the chair. “Come on, Jazzy. Momma has a treat waiting for you.” What she means is that she’ll grab a treat on the way out the door. We have some in bowls sitting on the check-out desk. They are free for all patients who have come for a visit.
I lean my head back, resting it on the back of my chair, needing a second of silence and solitude. “Just like that, Fox,” Polly croaks, causing my eyes to fly open.
“That’ll be enough out of you for the day, Polly. Take a nap.”
“Big dick, big dick,” she responds, turning to where her backside is facing me. “Fox has a big dick.”
“Is that so?” Aria startles me as she asks.
“As if you didn’t know, he has no quarrels about flashing his manhood to the women of the club.” I look in her direction as I say this.
“I know he has a big dick. The entire club knows he has a big dick. That one night at the clubhouse where we all heard your dirty deeds, indicates that you are aware of this fact as well. What I wasn’t aware of is that Polly knew he has a big dick. Has someone had a visitor at their house?”
“We’ve only had sex that one time, Aria. So, the answer to that would be no.” Sighing, I lean my chair into its upright position. There will be no power nap anytime in the near future. “Who else do we have coming in tonight?”
“Last one of the night just called to cancel. That’s what I was coming in to inform you of.”
“Thank the good Lord above. Let’s lock up and head on home. Everything’s clean and ready to go in the morning. I’ll come in early to make sure we’re well stocked. If not, I’ll head down to the basement and pull up meds.”
“Sounds good. Want me to come in early to help you out?” she asks me.
“Nope, it’s a one-woman job anyways. It won’t take me but thirty minutes to get everything put into the storage room.”
“See ya at seven a.m. sharp,” she announces as she heads out of my office.
“I’ll be here,” I call out to her.
The next morning comes too quickly. My alarm blares at five a.m. waking me from a peaceful sleep filled with blissful dreams. Fox was the star, and I was his willing subject. I was tied to his bike in the middle of nowhere, miles away from prying eyes. He went down on me, in my dreams, and he didn’t stop until I orgasmed three times from his talented tongue. I wake up horny, soaking wet, and in desperate need of release. Grabbing my clit stimulator from the nightstand drawer, I head into the shower. I have a removable head, one that has helped me with relief on several occasions.
After releasing an orgasm, my body feels better, but my mind aches for Fox’s firm touch. No one has ever made me come like he did. It may have only been once, but he’s ruined the touch of another for me. Quickly dressing, I grab my bag, purse and lunch as I rush out the door. I’m a little behind, but not by much. When I pull into the parking lot, it’s still dark outside and an eerie feeling sneaks its way up, and over my body. Shaking it off, I exit my vehicle, unlock the doors to my practice and enter. I flick the light switch, but nothing happens. Feeling defeated, my day not starting off well, I use the flashlight on my phone and make my way into the basement. I hope it’s something as easy as a flipped switch. Hopefully, the freezers and fridges stayed cold enough to ensure the quality of life for the vials of meds. Labs would have to be rushed today so that any blood work we’ve obtained doesn’t go bad.
Climbing down the stairs, each one creeks with my weight, stirring my imagination. “Stop, Nova. There aren’t any monsters going to come out of the closets.” For some reason, these reassurances I’m proclaiming to myself aren’t helping any. I still feel like someone’s here with me. The parking lot was empty, but that feeling of doom won’t subside. I nearly turn around and run back up the stairs, but my rational side, the one screaming I need to secure my things wins in the end. When I plant my first foot on the ground, something yanks my arm back, before I feel a cloth go over my nose and mouth, suffocating me.
“Don’t move, bitch. I’ll show you what happens when you send a bunch of lowlife thugs to my house to beat the fuck out of me.” I try to protest, having no clue what he’s talking about, but blackness takes hold, the darkness blankets me as I slowly lose consciousness and pass out.
Fox
As the sun begins to shine, I make my way downstairs for a cup of Joe. I had a restless night last night, causing my anxiousness to make my morning rounds feel more urgent. I always get up, take care of business, eat, have a cup of caffeine, then make my rounds of checking on Nova and the asswipe who attacked her.
While sitting at the table sipping on my hot, dark brew, Aria comes rushing in the doors. A look of startlement plastered to her face, her eyes are wide and fearful, causing bumps to break out on my arms. “What’s wrong?” I jump from my chair, knocking it over.
“Something’s wrong!” She is in hysterics.
“Talk to me!” I worriedly bellow out.
“Chill, dude. Don’t talk to my woman like that.” Sandman walks in and pulls her body into his. She placatingly lays her face into his neck while harshly breathing. “Talk to me, babe. What has you so freaked out?”
When she begins spilling, the hair on my body stands on end. “I went to the office to help sort the exam rooms. We needed to restock, Nova said she could handle it, but I wanted to be there to help her. Her empty car was in the parking lot and the front door was standing wide open. The lights wouldn’t work, and in the basement there were signs of a struggle. I’ve tried calling her but her phone is going straight to voicemail. This isn’t like her, Hawke. I’m freaking out!” I immediately grab my cell and begin blowing her phone up. Aria’s right, it’s not even ringing one time before her voicemail answers.
“Something’s not right,” I announce as I begin relentlessly running my fingers through my hair. I should’ve kept a closer eye on her. Who would be stupid enough to go after her this way? Then, like a lightbulb going off in my head, I instinctively know, that it’s Mr. Harold Jessup seeking his revenge. I knew this was going to happen! He’s a fucking pussy who knows no boundaries.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Sandman asks me.
“Probably. The pussy went after her.” I violently slam my fist into the wall and sheetrock gives way with the power from my punch. “I’m going to skin him alive!”
“Who are we skinning? Is Talia threatening poor Peter Cottontail again?” Edge nervously, yet sarcastically asks as he pretends to look around for his old lady. “All of the poor bunnies should come together in sheer force and ignite in protest. It’s just not right,” he solemnly shakes his head.
“No!” I roar out, “Stop with the theatrics, okay? Nova’s missing,” I inform him through gritted teeth.
“Mr. Pussy Jessup?” he inquires.
“That’s what we’re thinking,” Sandman advises him.
“I’m calling, Rogue.” Edge grabs his phone and heads into the other room.
“Looks like we’re going hunting today,” Sandman sounds gleeful as he rubs Aria’s back, making this proclamation.
“Make him pay, Hawke. I want you to make him your prey. I want him petrified as he scurries away from you. I want all of the scenarios playing in his head of what y’all will do to him once you catch him. Make him hurt!” Aria is out for blood; she has become my favorite sister...for now anyways.
“Oh, he’ll pay,” the words leave seethingly from my lips.
“In blood?” she asks me, wearing a look of satisfaction.
“Baby girl, you know I can’t say. But what I can assure you of is that he’ll never be heard from or seen again,” I declare.
“Good.” She pats Sandman on his chest before coming up to me. “Get your head out of your ass, Fox. Claim her as yours, she’ll always be safe that way. No one usually goes out of their way to purposely hurt a woman who is claimed by a man in the club. Granted there might’ve been a minor exception with me, but that was unusual. You know this to be true, I know this, heck, the entire town knows it. Make her family, Fox.” She looks ready to take me out if I disagree with her advice.
“I’ll think about it.” The hesitation in my voice has her eyes narrowing in my direction. She looks ready to knee me in the balls. Instinctively, my hand comes up and cups my jewels. She can harm any part of my body she wishes to, but my dick stays intact.
“Think really hard about it, Fox.” She stomps her foot when she says the word ‘really.’
“Let’s get her home before any final decisions are made, huh?” Sandman pulls her back to his front and begins nibbling on her neck. “No rash decisions, Aria. They need to talk this out and make sure they are both wanting to be permanently tied to each other. There are no take backs after the final decision has been made.”
“God! You men are so goddamn stubborn! You drive me to the break of insanity,” she proclaims loudly. I place a finger in my ear and wiggle it around to make sure my drum still resides inside of my ear canal after that screech.
Rogue comes stomping into the room bellowing one word, “Church!” He turns his back, heading into our meeting room.
“The boss man has spoken,” Aria informs us. I want to roll my eyes at her, but at this instance, I’m too angry to continue bantering back and forth with her. I’ll save that for a rainy day when I’m bored.
“Seems our Mr. Jessup has called our bluff,” Rogue begins. The sharp bite of his tongue has us all gearing up for immediate action. “I sent Steel and PeeWee to scout his home. If he didn’t take her there, we need other locations to search. Anyone have any ideas?”
“He’s the loner type, not many places a man like that can go to hide out,” Pyro states as a thoughtful expression is plastered on his features. He starts running his hand over his face in contemplation. “We can check out the local dives and see if anyone knows him, what his likes and dislikes are. We need to get inside of his head so we can figure out where he’d go.”
“Get on it, you’re dismissed, Pyro,” Rogue informs him. Pyro then slams his seat back, and swiftly leaves the room. “While he’s doing that, I want you all to comb through his house, find out what skeletons he’s hiding. Shadow, let’s get his phone traced; Novalee’s too, while you’re at it. I’ll make a call to some of our allies and see who can assist us in tracking this piece of shit down. We don’t have time to waste. Those of you who aren’t busy doing the tasks I just asked for, get your asses on the streets. I don’t want a house unturned or dismissed,” Rogue announces and we all jump up.
