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"So you're saying he deserved to die?" Tires furrowed his brows.
"I'm saying he was a troublemaker. Even his fellow members didn't trust him," I explained.
Malice looked at Tires. "What the hell are you trying to say?"
I lowered my voice and addressed them both. "I understand that you don't know me, so you have no reason to trust me. But from what i’ve heard, when Rancid was killed, more than half of his men disappeared, while others denied him. Jameson had each Chapter President ensure that they kept trusted men by their side. But lately, there have been stories of runs going wrong, Bloody Scorpions appearing in unexpected places, and random deaths pinned on the MC. When all is said and done, and Snare is caught, Rancid's putrid residue will need to be cleaned up.
Tires growled. "Rancid is dead. Those who followed him were traitors and they were dealt with."
“You’re not listening. "I've been on the road for a long time. First, I was hiding from Rancid, then from his men. Let me tell you this: while I was tracking Snare, I discovered something interesting. There are men placed strategically within the RBMC, and Jameson is unaware of their existence. These men were hiding among us and it’s pretty clear to me that Ranci’d reign isn’t over. Snare is barely a threat; he’s a rogue, but men like Guardrail are a different story. And I'm starting to get an uneasy feeling, and it comes with betrayal."
I stood up, and both men, still stunned by my revelation, slowly rose to their feet and followed me out.
"Watch your backs, boys. Report anything you see and keep those you trust close. We don't know who they are or how many there are. We need to be cautious and keep our eyes open."
Malice and Tires nodded in agreement. We all knew the importance of discretion in our line of work. We couldn't afford to make mistakes or underestimate our enemies.
As I continued my search for Snare, my mind couldn't help but wander to the stories I had heard. There had always been tension within the RBMC, but these recent incidents seemed different. It was almost as if Rancid's shadow still loomed over the club.
I knew that Jameson was doing everything in his power to keep the club clean, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that as much as he had done, the RBMC still needed to rid itself of any remaining remnants of Rancid's influence.
I made a mental note to see if there was any truth to these stories. If there were any members who were still loyal to Rancid, they needed to be weeded out and dealt with. The last thing the club needed was more trouble.
One thing was for sure, the RBMC had a long road ahead of them, and it wasn't going to be an easy one. But I knew that as long as they had loyal members like Tires and Malice by their side, they stood a chance.
17
SNARE
Her moans filledthe empty space as my cock sunk into her. I had laid her across my bike, kissing and teasing her body until she was begging me to fuck her. I’d told myself I wasn’t going to touch her again, but that was fucking impossible. The chase had pushed us both over the edge and as we hid in that empty garage the adrenaline caught up with us and as we sat there, staring at one another, we collided. An ardent kiss became heated and quickly turned into tearing each other’s clothes off and laying her back across my motorcycle as I slid my tongue over her tits, making my way down to that wet pussy of hers.
Her pussy glistened with her sweet juices, and I couldn't help myself. Leaning forward, I slid my tongue through her slick slit. She moaned and squirmed, looking so sexy while on her back with her legs spread for me. I slid my fingers through her swollen lips, rubbing her clit lightly slapping it. With each smack, her pussy contracted, and with each suck of her clit she came closer and closer to giving me what I wanted.
“I need you inside of me,” she breathed out, trying to push my head away but I wasn’t having it. I wanted to devour her and show her how much I enjoyed her.
The more we were together, the dirtier our sex was, and the more addictive it became. I wanted her submission, I wanted to coerce her innocent little pussy to see how far she’d go. I was a dirty fucker, but I just didn’t give a fuck anymore. I’d grown tired of keeping my hands off her, and slowly she’d tempted me into giving her more and more of myself.
“Such a pretty cum slut!” I spanked a little harder and loved how she cried out for me, completely lost in the sensation.
“Please, touch it. Please, lick it, baby.” Her pleas were my undoing.
I circled my tongue around her needy clit, sucking and biting down on it. She continued to cru out from the pleasure that ricocheted through her body. It felt so fucking dirty yet so fucking perfect.
“You should be ashamed giving this pussy up so easily to such an old man.”
“You’re not old,” she said sweetly before lifting her hips and rubbing her pussy on my tongue.
“Such a fucking sweet pussy. You taste like heaven, baby girl.”
“You want to cum on my tongue?”
“God, yes. Yes, Yes.”
She moved her hips, humping my face as I continued to suck and slurp on me. I swept my tongues against her puckered hole, and she groaned.
“So dirty.”
“You like it?” I hesitated.
