Seize Me Part 8

I still don't speak. Who knew a biker dude had a soft side.

He sighs. "You want my c.o.c.k, don't you?"

"Please," I beg. "I'm a little worked up."

Braxxon grins against my cheek before slipping on top of me and sliding in effortlessly.

"I'm too tired for a fast f.u.c.k, but I can go for slow if my Angel is craving me."

I sigh as he fully seats himself inside. It's instant relief. Braxxon places his forehead against mine as he slowly begins to torture me in the most beautiful way. He pays attention to each caress. He's taking care of me. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me, and it's still not deep enough. I need to feel every single inch. I manage to wrap my legs around his waist, and I moan in satisfaction as he continues to make love to me. I use all my strength and clamp down on him, forcing him to speed up his tempo a little more. When he does, my body begins to shake underneath him. The way he enters me at an angle and slowly pulls out the same way with each thrust is almost too much.

"Brax," I whimper.

"Shh baby... nice and slow, just feel me," he breathes.

Oh G.o.d.

His head slides to the crook of my neck where his mouth sips at my skin. "It's never been this good," he groans as I cry out my release with him following me.

"I... oh... wow," I stutter holding a shaking Braxxon in my arms.

"Five minutes," he huffs disappointed with himself.

"A great five minutes," I whisper.

"Yeah."

"Yeah," I repeat him.

"I'm gonna go back to sleep now with my c.o.c.k firmly planted in your warmth. You should sleep baby; you're gonna be underneath me for a while."

"Okay," I squeak.

Plenty of things run through my mind as I'm drifting off to sleep. The main one being that Braxxon didn't force my head away when he came, and what the h.e.l.l does that mean?

I wake up cold and alone in Braxxon's bed. I look over at the clock and notice it's already four o'clock. I need to get out of this clubhouse for a bit. The same routine is killing me. I can't stand sleeping so much, and doing nothing. I grab my clothes and slip them on along with my tennis shoes. I pick up my phone and grab some cash out of my purse. I wonder if Lana will go get something to eat with me. When I get downstairs, I look through the throngs of people looking for her and have no luck, so I ask PP where she is. He says that she and Pyro went back to bed.

d.a.m.n, he's an energizer bunny.

I spot Braxxon at the pool table with Christina and anger immediately flares. He doesn't even notice when I'm walking towards him, so I stop and clear my throat. He looks up and grins at me as if I'm the only person in the room, and I start to calm.

"I'm hungry. I'm gonna run to get something to eat. You want anything?"

"Take one of the prospects with you baby and no I'm good."

"No," I say. It's just around the corner for a burger. I don't need a d.a.m.n escort.

"Yes," he growls.

"I said no; it's just around the corner. h.e.l.l I'm even walking."

"The f.u.c.k if you are," he roars.

Woah!

"Baby, it's okay. I'm famished; I'll walk with her," Christina purrs.

Famished? Yeah right b.i.t.c.h, you just wanna be catty.

Braxxon's head snaps to her, and he gives her a look that would kill a flock of sheep. If he were superman, she'd be dead.

"Fifteen minutes Chris, and if something happens to her, I swear I'll kill you myself," he growls.

"What the h.e.l.l? I'm a grown a.s.s woman; I don't need a f.u.c.king escort. Especially your ex-bed bunny," I scream.

f.u.c.k, he's p.i.s.sing me off.

"Angel, don't f.u.c.king push me on this. She's going, or you'll starve."

"I've known you for one stupid week, and you're acting as if we've been f.u.c.king for years Brax; I don't like it."

"Dammit Winter," he roars, throwing the stick on the table, causing the entire room to silence.

"I f.u.c.king hate you so hard right now," I spit.

"Ditto baby," he says crossing his arms. "Fifteen and not a minute more."

I turn away and walk out with Christina on my trail. Of all the people to come with me around the stupid corner, it had to be her. She catches up to me while texting away on her d.a.m.n cell phone. "Braxxon still doesn't have a clue," she cackles beside me.

"What," I say as I stop walking.

"He's a f.u.c.king moron. Goodbye b.i.t.c.h." She shakes her hand at me.

I'm about to ask her what the f.u.c.k she's talking about when a rag drops from behind me, covering my mouth.

Oh, s.h.i.+t.

It has been twenty minutes since I let Angel go get some food and she's still not back. Something's not right, and I should've trusted my d.a.m.n gut.

"Sniper, go see what the f.u.c.k is taking them so long," I growl, dialing Angel's cell.

My hands are f.u.c.king shaking. The phone is bouncing around on my ear as I listen to it ring over and over again. I'm gonna ring her d.a.m.n neck for doing this s.h.i.+t to me. Finally, on the third call someone picks up.

"Brother," Sniper answers and my skin heats. "I found her phone around the corner."

I start cursing. f.u.c.k I knew that b.i.t.c.h was up to no good, and it just cost me my Angel.

Pyro comes rounding the corner with Lana. No doubt, he heard my string of curses.

"Apartment lockdown and I better not see a single non-club member roaming around," I roar as everyone just stares at me. Do they not understand f.u.c.king English? "NOW!"

Everyone scatters expect for Lana. "Lana f.u.c.king go!"

Pyro whispers something in her ear, and she nods shakily with tears in her eyes.

Sniper comes up to me and hands me her phone, and I swear I see f.u.c.king red. Everything is motherf.u.c.king red.

"Prez one of Snake's guys s.n.a.t.c.hed her up. Looks like with a rag with chloroform on the video and Chris climbed into the van willingly," ZZ snaps.

"Why the f.u.c.k couldn't she just listen to me. Stubborn f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h."

We walk to the chapel and start taking our seats. We know that we gotta wait for Snake to call and make his demands. He wants something from me.

"Snake isn't our only problem," I say racking my hands over my face groaning. "Star's real name is Winter Belov."

The room booms with what the f.u.c.ks.

"She's running from her father. I don't know which Belov yet; she won't open up. But if Snake finds out, Winter might as well be dead."

My stomach starts churning as I think about what will happen to Winter if I don't get her back. It's simply not an option.

"What do you think he wants?" Samuel asks. "The only thing we have is...," Samuel trails off because he already knows the answer.

"f.u.c.k," Rob roars first.

"He wants the gold pipeline," Hammer growls through a clenched jaw.

I don't know how Snake found out about the gold pipeline, but he's been after the MC ever since. Who wouldn't want it? It's a d.a.m.n gold mine. An actual f.u.c.king goldmine was running right underneath our territory in the desert. We stumbled upon it when we met up with some contacts, and haven't been able to go back. Word got out that our land was hot, and we weren't taking a chance on leading someone straight to it. The gold we dug up when we found it was worth 2.2 million. After cleaning the gold, it sold for 1.5 million. I had my suspicions that Christina was the one that found out, and took the lead straight to Snake. Now Angel's disappearance confirmed it.

"Christina," I growl.

"I knew that f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h was up to no good," Pyro speaks up.

"I gotta get her back." I don't need to explain myself because every single one of my brothers knows that when you find the one you just find her. Yeah, some of them stray from their women and some of them don't, but it's life. Once we find the one, we cherish the s.h.i.+t outta em. We sometimes have s.h.i.+t ways of doing them wrong, but we always make up for it. They never want for anything.

"Breakneck?" Walter asks.

Breakneck is the MC name, but it's also a word for our family. He's asking if I'm laying a claim of forever on her. That is the kind of claim that we would risk everything for.

"Breakneck," I repeat.

"Well f.u.c.k me." James leans back.

"We'll get her back Prez," Smokey growls as he tries handing me a joint. I pa.s.s. I want a clear d.a.m.n head for when the phone rings.

"So you're claiming a Russian." Hammer chuckles. "Does she talk dirty in Russian when you're f.u.c.king her?"

I would be p.i.s.sed if someone that wasn't a club member or a brother asked that, but he's just trying to ease my anger and worry. I have some incredible brothers and all thanks to my pop.

"It makes my d.i.c.k so hard," I groan missing her. "It's been a f.u.c.king hour; what the f.u.c.k is taking so..." my phone ringing interrupts my rant. I tap the speaker b.u.t.ton as soon as I accept the call.

"Brax," I growl. "Where is she, Snake?"

"She's right here. C'mon c.u.n.t, bring your naked a.s.s over here and say h.e.l.lo," he taunts.

"You think being f.u.c.king nude bothers me? I'm a f.u.c.king stripper, you dumba.s.s! Don't f.u.c.king touch me. I said don't f.u.c.king touch me!" She screams.

I hear her slapping him away, and my blood boils as my body heats up in a rage I've never felt before. This new kind of rage brings on the meaning for revenge.

"She's got such a pretty little p.u.s.s.y; I can't wait to tear that s.h.i.+t up." Snake chuckles. "Give me the gold pipeline or your b.i.t.c.h is dead; h.e.l.l she might even beg me to kill her when I rip her hole to hole."

"Don't you f.u.c.king touch her Snake," I seethe as I eye my brothers and they nod. "I'll give you the pipeline; just don't f.u.c.king touch her."

"Now why don't I believe you Braxxon? You're your father's son. Call me back in twelve hours with your final answer. Until then, I'm gonna enjoy this delicate, feisty b.i.t.c.h of yours."

"Don't f.u.c.king touch me! Noooo... Noo... Noo... Gummmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-," Her screams cut off as Snake hangs up.

The phone goes to the operator telling me to hang up, and I can't move; I can't even reach over and shut the d.a.m.n thing off. I'm immobile, and I feel absolutely powerless. I can't wait twelve hours to get her back I just can't. Who knows what he's doing to her now. I'm gonna be f.u.c.king sick.

"Breathe Prez, we're riding out. f.u.c.k him, we're gonna find her," Sniper roars.

"Prez let's go." Hammer stands as he taps my phone off.

"Breakneck," they say in unison. I look at my brothers, nod, and climb to my feet.

"Don't f.u.c.king touch me! Noooo... Noo... Noo... Gummmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeearrrrrssss," I scream out for Braxxon to hear me as Snake's free palm connects with my cheek.

"Jesus, how the h.e.l.l does he put up with your mouth? I'm gonna shut you up now girl."

I grip my reddened cheek as my body quivers in the corner of the wall where I've backed myself. My naked back is pressing against the cold, damp wall; my b.u.t.t is rubbing itself raw on the old stained mattress without a sheet. There's nowhere else for me to go. I'm trapped in the oncoming wrath of Snake. My eyes widen as he pulls a rope from the floor. I kick and scream, but my strength is no match for his. I'm thrown onto my stomach, and my hands are bound so tightly that my arms threaten to pull from their sockets. He pushes my knees up and underneath me, locking me in place. I read somewhere that if you're quiet and don't fight it that it will make things like this easier, and the attacker will get bored. The last thing I want to do is give this piece of s.h.i.+t any kind of response, but when he slams into my a.s.s with no warning, I scream out in excruciating pain as tears drop immediately from my eyes. I can't bottle the cries, and this just encourages him to rip through me even harder. It burns, and I can feel my flesh being torn. His hands wrap into my hair, yanking so hard that my body feels as if it might split in two. My cries become m.u.f.fled groans from my throat being overworked by my blood curdling screams. He's shouting his release and calling me every name there is, and I'm praying he doesn't want a round two.

"f.u.c.kin' dumb b.i.t.c.h; thank f.u.c.k I wore a condom, or that nasty a.s.s blood of yours would've been all over my d.i.c.k." He chuckles, and the sound of his voice puts a fear in me I've never known existed.

A door slams, and I fall over onto my side sobbing as I feel the blood dripping down my backside. I thank G.o.d for my moment of silence and peace, but it's shortly lived as the door opens and Snake reenters the room.

"Sit up b.i.t.c.h; it's story time."

I don't move. I can't and he knows this; he just wants to play games with me.

"There once were a couple of guys who were the best of buddies. They did everything together. They ate together, f.u.c.ked together, partied together, and even started an MC together. One buddy started phasing out the other, and soon things started going to s.h.i.+t. He didn't trust his buddy anymore. You know why? All because he f.u.c.ked his girlfriend. It was just a piece of a.s.s. He could've gotten any a.s.s he wanted, but he was still p.i.s.sed off his buddy f.u.c.ked his girl. The club voted him out, cutting all the ties. The buddy that got voted out went under a painful tattoo removal process with a scalpel. That process damaged a nerve in his back. He couldn't get it up for ten years, and when he finally could, he f.u.c.ked everything that could walk and thus a son was born. He was so determined to do right by his boy that he started his own MC named the Gunners because he promised himself he would be gunning for every motherf.u.c.ker that wronged him and his future family. His old MC was living large. Everything right at their feet as his name was entirely forgotten about and all over p.u.s.s.y. h.e.l.l, it wasn't even great p.u.s.s.y. It was just okay p.u.s.s.y. One day, the exiled buddy ran into his old buddy. They shot the s.h.i.+t for a while, and the exiled buddy was pleased to find out the old buddy had a family. A son. The exiled buddy then stalked and kidnapped that son and started his revenge. It was shortly lived as someone interrupted his revenge. He did get one swipe in though. He almost gutted that teenage boy."

I gasp. He's the one that gave Braxxon the scar across his chest.

"Ah, the b.i.t.c.h recognizes this scar, yeah? Good, you're somewhat on track. Let's continue. The exiled buddy never told his old MC he had a son, and he formed a plan. He used his own son to infiltrate the old MC. But it wasn't just his son that did this. The exiled one also had a daughter he didn't know about. I believe you met both of them. In fact, my daughter is the one who got you here. You know Christina?"

That f.u.c.king b.i.t.c.h. Even through my pain, I'm boiling with anger.

"I'm sure you're smart enough to realize that I'm the exiled one and the long, lost daddy she wanted to please. But bet you still don't know who my son is. Well, let's cut the suspense shall we. Son you can come in now," he says jerking my body towards the door.