Page 44 of Talon (Road Rebels MC 2)
I closed the door behind me and sat down on my bouncy old bed. My laptop was open, and sheets of paper and drafts of my CV were spread around the bed. I sank into the mattress, gazing up at the ceiling in my dark bedroom.
How many nights in my teenage years, had I laid just in this exact spot and wondered what kind of a kisser Glock was? If he’d fumble if he saw me naked or make love to me like a man. I knew the answer to that question now. No man before Glock had been so good with my body the way he was. No matter how hard I tried to fight it, I was still in love with him.
The realization struck me at the same time as the thought that he had made it very clear to me that he wanted me gone from his life. He wanted me out of Long Beach.
I knew that it had something to do with the fact that he didn’t want me to be in danger, but I couldn’t help wondering if it also had something to do with him not wanting me in his life anymore.
What did I really know about Glock? If he was pushing me away, he obviously had good reason to. We had finally gotten everything out of our systems. All this pent up bodily fire and was he thinking that now he could finally move on? I didn’t know if I was capable of moving on.
I gulped as I looked over at the blank dark screen on my laptop. I’d been working on my CV and job applications when Glock had come over to the house that morning. I’d heard his voice, and I pretended like I didn’t know who was at the door. I had heard him speaking to mom, and my heart had thudded wildly against my chest. As much as I tried to stay away, I couldn’t. He hadn’t even asked to see me.
I had jobs to apply to. I could still hear Axel’s voice in my head, warning me that if I got involved with them once, I was going to have to work with them forever. How was I going to pull that off while working at a fancy law firm in San Francisco or Los Angeles or San Diego?
I considered working on the case from far away. Perhaps if I could collect the testimony from the girls and then take it all back to San Francisco and work on filling it from there? Would the Bad Disciples or the Dragon Knights have a reach there? Wouldn’t I be safer if I worked on this case from somewhere else?
But even the thought of leaving Long Beach now was making me sick. I sat up on my bed with a jerk and reached for the glass of water on my bedside table.
My hands were shaking as I drank the water. Waves of desire for Glock were taking over my body, and they came out of nowhere. Every time I thought that I could stop thinking about him now, there he was again. His green eyes, his bulging biceps, the scent of his cologne, his throbbing cock in my hands. It was all too real, and it was all too soon!
I jumped out of bed and started pacing my room. My mind started to drift from Glock to the girls in the warehouse. Glock was right. I had no idea what I had gotten myself into, but I was determined to do something about it. I meant it when I told him that I felt responsible for my neighborhood.
I was a stupid teenager when I left home, thinking I would be safer in Northern California. But now I was an adult, and I had the means and the requisite skills to actually make a contribution. I wanted to work with The Bad Disciples to bring the Dragon Knights down, no matter what it took. Even if it meant extending my stay here and holding back on my job applications for later. Even if it meant making Glock hate me.
Chapter 13
Glock
We were attending Church at the Rusty Pelican the next day, and thankfully, Axel hadn’t spoken to me about Sage yet.
Over the past few days, when I should have been working towards gathering more information about the Dragon Knights; my mind and body had been occupied with Sage. I had gotten very little work done.
“Another raid on their holding cells is not going to work,” Gunner was saying. Everyone at Church seemed to have a different opinion on how to deal with the Dragon Knights. We couldn’t agree on anything.
“But that is all we can fucking do!” Tank growled, and Gunner shook his head.
“Every time we have a shootout with them, all we are doing is rescuing the women. After that, things are back to usual again. They just start over!” Gunner thundered, and Axel held up his hand to make the men stop fighting.
“Gunner is right, but so is Tank. The only thing we can hope for is that we raid them long and hard enough to tire them out. Drain them of their resources eventually,” Axel said, and Hunter squared his shoulders angrily.
“It’s not working. Gunner is right. They seem to have a bottomless pit of resources,” Hunter grumbled.
“And the more shootouts we’re involved in, the greater the chance is of our brothers being killed. Every time we’re involved in a battle with them, we’re risking our lives too,” Hunter said, and Axel glared at him, and then at Tank and Gunner.
“So, you boys seem to think that we should pussy out of this?” Axel barked. Tank clenched his jaws and his fists.
“No, that is not what we’re saying,” he replied, as firmly and respectfully as he could. I could see that tensions were running high. Everyone had seemingly reached boiling point by now, and things were only capable of spilling over from here.
“So, what are you saying other than whining about the dangers of a raid?” Axel growled at them, and I decided it was time for me to step up. Opinions had escalated pretty quickly already.
“We kill the DK president,” I said, and a sudden silence fell on the bar. Gunner, Tank, and Hunter who were staring at Axel all this while, who was, in turn, glaring back at them; all turned to look at me. Nobody had made this suggestion till now, but to me, this was the most logical solution.
“What?” Axel growled, and I stuck my hands into the pockets of my jeans.
“We kill Brick,” I said, repeating myself. I was aware of the gravity of suggesting a thing like that. Killing the Dragon Knights president was a dangerous suggestion. The president of an MC was usually the most protected. However, if the president was killed, it sent a direct message to the club. The operation for the Dragon Knights would fall apart, hopefully cause the rest of the club to fall apart with it.
“He’s the root cause of this. We’ve given them enough chances, we’ve shot at them, killed a few of them, raided their holding cells, and they still continue to kidnap and torture women,” I continued, and Axel was glaring at me with a look of disbelief on his face.
Even though my nickname in the MC was Glock. I had always been the least violent of all my brothers. I had always tried to avoid bloodshed when it could be avoided. The club started calling me Glock because I only used me glock when I meant business.
“You think we should kill Brick?” Tank repeated, saying what was on everybody’s mind. I shrugged my shoulders.
“What else is there left to do?” I asked, and Hunter stepped towards me with a wild look in his eyes, like he thought I’d gone mad.
“And how do you think we’re going to do this?” he growled, and I glared back at him in defiance.
“I can try and find out his daily routine, where his hiding places are, at what times he’s alone. We’ll have to do it when he isn’t completely surrounded by his assholes,” I said.
“You don’t say,” Hunter replied sarcastically, glaring right into my eyes.
Axel hadn’t said anything till then, but now he did when he realized that my brothers were rejecting my idea.
“Glock is right,” he said, and my brothers whipped around to stare at him in shock.
“This could be our only way out. You boys have been talking about how raids and shootouts aren’t working. So, this might. This has to. We need to cut off the head of this snake. The body wouldn’t know how to function without it,” Axel said, in a deep, thoughtful voice. Even though he agreed with my solution, he wasn’t entirely sure yet how this was going to work.
“I know it won’t be easy, but this could be our only option to end this,” I said, looking at my brothers. They needed to trust me, and they needed to see that I wasn’t completely crazy.
The truth was, that with Sage getting involved in this now I w
as desperate to find a way to completely destroy the Dragon Knights before they got to her. Which I knew they would if they found out about her involvement and the ridiculous plans she had for them.
“You think that we can just kill Brick, and it’s going to be over? That there won’t be retaliation? That Axel’s life won’t be in danger? And ours and our women’s?” Tank was growling at me, and I looked back at him firmly. I knew he was right. The consequences of killing their president was probably going to cost us, with some of our lives.
“Not if we give that redhead of Glock’s a shot, and help her put the rest of the motherfuckers in prison,” it was Axel’s voice, and when I turned to him, I couldn’t believe what he had actually said.
Hearing Axel talk about prison, about something legal—none of us would have expected that to happen. But when I looked at him, I could see that he was completely serious about it, and I realized that I had made a huge mistake. I was trying to force Sage out of all this, and I was the one that pulled her straight in.
Chapter 14
Sage
