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The stern look on her face would’ve hardened even the toughest guy, and I thought I was a pretty tough guy.
“No,” she burst out laughing. “I’m an angel, not a witch.” Franklin leaned in and whispered, “Let’s hurry to your humble abode before Ezekiel makes us stay here longer.” “Wait, one more thing, Jensen,” Ezekiel stopped us as we headed to the door, and I laughed at Franklin’s audible groan. “You will have a fully stocked motorcycle waiting for you at the abandoned convenience store. Everything you and Emilie need is locked in the saddlebags. However, one rule, and I am adamant about this one. You will not carry any firearms at any time, you got it?”
I was taken aback at this demand and reciprocated it with a cocky grin, as well as the attitude to go with it. “How am I going to take care of Levi and his men if we run into them? With a wink and a smile?”
“You’ve got a good point—but no. If I see a gun or a rifle in your hand, the mission is off, and you’ll be sent straight to hell.”
I cursed under my breath and stormed out the door. “I don’t have magic to speak of nor do I have super strength to handle these men.”
“You have super speed.” Franklin said, trying to smooth over my saltiness.
“Yeah, that will not work and I’m not the type to run away from my problems.”
“No, you just shoot everyone’s extremities and take a bullet in the head. Don’t be careless with Emilie Dillon, that’s all we ask. If you need to carry a concealed weapon, I can always alter the video, so Ezekiel sees something else,” she said with a wink and a smile.
I was clearly in awe that she would risk herself for me. “You can do that?” Franklin responded with an eager nod. “Very well, let’s get to my humble abode. I need a shower and I am exhausted.”
***
After a much-needed rest and makeover, I raced down highway 58 from where a brand-new Indian motorcycle waited for me next to the hotel at the Tehachapi outskirts. After conferring with Franklin and Ezekiel, we decided it was in my best interest to look for her at night. The Chrome Poppies members wouldn’t dare leave their playhouse at night, not when there was so much booze flowing and women to bang.
I never took part in the after-hours shenanigans, which led to a lot of name-callings, but I couldn’t care less what these assholes thought. I didn’t drink alcohol, never had a taste for it, not even beer.
I also had a wife at home, and I wanted to be with her. ‘Had’ being the operative word. When I got in too deep with the motorcycle club, she left me, taking my two kids with her. That was six years ago. Andrew was two years old and Teddy was only a few months old. I hadn’t heard from Raye since she left, so I don’t know where she took off with the kids. To this day, I couldn’t tell you why she broke all contact. I wasn’t a violent man, I just wasn’t the most attentive husband and father.
Maybe I can redeem myself with Emilie Dillon, even if my fatherly duties are short-lived, I can prove to God that I wasn’t a bad husband or father. The thoughts running through my head were all over the place.
Would I find Emilie quickly?
If I found her,would she run away from me?
Would she remember me from that day and know I wasn’t the bad guy?
Would I be able to prove to hershe could trust me?
And the last thought,DAMN! This was one sweet, fucking bike.
Ezekiel thought of everything when he designed and left this Indian motorcycle for me. It was complete with large saddlebags, a sidecar and child’s helmet for Emilie. A full tank of gas that would carry us a good two-hundred miles. I could make it that far without a single stop; however, I was going to be with a child who would need to go to the bathroom more often and would need to eat more often. I expected a long trip to Napa but thought about the reward in the end; Emilie would be safe with her relatives and I’d get my wings.
FIVE
LEVI
Morphine, whiskey, and full lips wrapped around my cock isn’t what the doctor ordered, but I didn’t care, it was what I needed to feel better. Tatiana, my part-time lover, took my injury into consideration at first, until I begged her to go to town. I need to get rid of this frustration somehow and I wasn’t into fucking men or beating off the aggravation I felt.
I thought killing Ozzy Dillon and his whole family would lift this weight off my shoulders, but it only made it worse. All that consumed my mind was the death penalty and enduring a lethal injection. I murdered six or seven innocent people in one night. I am not counting my career deaths. Was I proud of the body count? At first, I was the King of the Motorcycle Clubs. I was invincible and no one could touch me since I could pay off the Mayor of Shittown. Yet, when he wasn’t re-elected, my arrogance and confidence went down a few notches and the new mayor wouldn’t bend. No amount of money was going to get me out of any arrest and certainly not conviction. Now I was King Nothing.
I chose not to speak to the cops at the hospital. I was in pain and wasn’t in the mood to answer questions about what occurred at the Dillon home. These last two days gave me time to think of the perfect lie to feed them, with the hopes they’d buy it. Without witnesses, it was their word against mine.
I moaned, nearly at the point of blowing my load down Tatiana’s throat when the knock on the door put a crashing halt on the path to pure, unadulterated ecstasy. “What do you want?” I yelled, holding in the scream of release I was keeping inside when I reached that peak.
Braeden, my secretary, barged in and his eyes widened to see Tatiana on her knees in front of where I sat. “What the fuck, Tat?” He yelled out. Oops! I guess it’s not a good idea to get a blowjob from a member’s girlfriend. I didn’t care. This was my castle. I was King and able to do what the fuck I wanted. “Levi, you’ve got some dick here to speak to you.”
“I’m busy.”
“I don’t care,” the detective announced and shoved past Braeden. He eyed Tatiana and cocked his head as a way of telling her to leave without saying it. After she left and closed the door, the detective leaned across the desk with an outstretched hand, clearing his throat when his eyes caught my shriveled cock hanging out of my jeans.
Out of embarrassment, I turned the chair and fixed myself. “Who are you?”
