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The feral look that originally froze me in place returned when Tracker lifted me in the air to carry me to the bed with one arm while removing his boxers with the other. He sat me on the edge of the bed and stood between my legs. I could swear he growled out the word mine before placing the head of his near intimidating cock at my more than ready and wet core. Tracker released a wordless and primal growl before slamming himself completely inside of me.
Tracker pounded into me hard and fast. It was just this side where the lines of pain and pleasure become blurred. I could feel another orgasm building as his pace picked up and the impact of his thrusts grew more violent. Tracker groaned and thrust harder, exploding inside me. This brought on an orgasm of such intensity that I was left weak, shaken, and wondering if I’d ever walk again.
ChapterSeven
Tracker
Three days had passed since Deakin declared war on The Red Demons. Tensions were high all around. LeiMae had softened a little towards me, but she still hated me for saving her. Fuck it. What relationship is perfect? At least she lets me sleep in the bed now, as long as I have boxers and bottoms on. It was a small price to pay, since the bed was definitely more comfortable than the chair.
I was sitting in Deakin’s office with Brik, waiting for the president to arrive so we could plan our next move. We knew the ultimate goal was Cyril’s death, but getting to the piece of shit was going to be the furthest thing from easy. The Red Demons protected their leader like he was the fucking President of the United States. The prick probably thought he was that important, too.
Deakin finally walked into the office with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. He sat down behind the desk and regarded us thoughtfully. “We have to proceed carefully for now. I don’t want Cyril to realize what our real intentions are until it’s too late. I think we should start with a few minor strikes to put a little pressure on The Red Demons. If Cyril realizes it’s all out war right away, he’s crazy enough to come here with an army.”
Brik nodded. “We also need time to fortify the clubhouse and slowly get the children and women transported to a safe location. The evacuation can’t happen all at once. That would tip our hand and make our true intentions obvious.”
Deakin looked to me for my opinion. “Crow eaters come and go, so their absence won’t be missed. I think we need to have some of the toughest of the Old Ladies stay behind. LeiMae has to stay for obvious reasons. Jezzy should stay, too. Her absence would definitely be noticed. Jezzy handles all the women well. She’ll know which ones are best to remain here.”
* * *
LeiMae
God damned Tracker. I’d hated him for saving me, and now one phenomenal fuck skewed my views. There were moments as he went about the business of starting Deakin’s war that I would catch myself stealing glances at him. It was like his dick pounded all intelligence out of me and regressed me into that horrible fucking simpleton that is a teenage girl. I continued to scold myself as I finished cleaning up the kitchen after breakfast.
It was the simplicity of the day-to-day tasks like meals and cleaning that were keeping me sane. Tracker fucking up my emotional landscape and the impending tempest coming with The Red Demons had a stranglehold on my thoughts any time I was alone or idle for too long a period.
Deakin, Brik, and Tracker came out of the office. Deakin went straight to Jezzy while Tracker made his way to me in the kitchen. He grabbed a mug from the cabinet and filled it from the fresh pot of coffee. “We’re starting things off slow,” he said. “We want to put a little pressure on The Red Demons and distract them enough to evacuate most of the women and children. Deakin’s going to get Jezzy to choose a few of the old ladies with the right amount of a vicious streak to stay behind to try to keep suspicions low.”
I knew the answer, but still found myself asking the question. “What about me?”
Tracker smirked. I hated that I stopped finding that fucking smirk annoying, but now found it sexy. Motherfucker. “You’ll be staying here. I can’t leave, and I can’t protect you if you’re at a different location.” He smirked once more and put his mug in the sink. Tracker, you motherfucker.
* * *
Tracker
I left LeiMae in the kitchen and headed out to the garage, where Brik was already waiting for me. Deakin had information about a couple of Red Demons dealing on our turf. Ending their ill-advised business venture would be an expected strike against The Red Demons. It was the perfect way to begin applying pressure to the cunts.
Brik had the van started and loaded up. The Red Demons would have been expecting us to roar up on our bikes, so Brik decided the van would be almost like camouflage. We’d be on top of them before they knew they were in any kind of danger. He wanted to kill them fast and bloody.
We pulled away from the clubhouse and cruised around for about a half an hour just to make sure we weren’t being followed. The only Red Demons we saw were the three dealers camped out next to a fucking arcade. Dealing on our turf was bad enough, but then they had the balls to target children. Their setup was pretty lazy, by the looks of it. One guy handled the product, and another handled the cash. The third asshole was supposed to be the lookout, but all he seemed to want to look at was the girls going in and out of the arcade. My stomach turned. A dealer and a pedophile. I was going to enjoy killing him.
Brik pulled around to the street on the opposite block as the arcade. The fucking idiots were so inept, it was going to be a cakewalk to walk up behind them and eliminate their presence. We got out of the van, leaving our guns behind. This was a little more public than Brik and I would have liked. Guns would have drawn way too much attention, guaranteeing we wouldn’t have a chance at a clean escape. Witnesses would definitely throw a wrench into our plans.
There was a transaction in progress when we reached the corner of the arcade. The kid didn’t look a day over thirteen, and these vile motherfuckers were giving him poison without remorse. The child shuffled away with a couple of other kids. The lookout focused his attention on the girls in the group as they walked away. Brik and I waited until the kids were out of sight before striking. The dealers were distracted with counting money and checking their product.
Brik and I moved swiftly like a well-oiled machine. We each grabbed a dealer from behind, clamping a hand over their mouths. It was over in seconds as we drew our blades across their throats and lowered them to the ground to bleed out. The lookout was still focused on leering at young girls that he made it too easy for me to grab him and drag him back to his dead brothers. I let him get a good look at their corpses before stabbing my knife into the base of his skull and letting his lifeless body join theirs.
ChapterEight
LeiMae
The slow evacuation of the clubhouse started a week ago. I started having too much time on my hands and found myself dwelling on everything that had led to this point. A war with The Red Demons was the last thing I wanted when I fled. I just wanted to be free of the abuse and humiliation of Cyril and my fucked up family. Then, the motherfucker known as Tracker showed up and made things even more complicated.
If he’d just let me be killed, the club wouldn’t be in the extra danger they now find themselves in. Things were bad enough with Cyril gunning for Deakin. The other side of that coin was that I wouldn’t have found this new family. Tracker was a bastard that was blessed with a great dick, much to my dismay. However, if that was the worst part of this new life, I’d say I won the fucking lottery.
My thoughts were all over the place, and I couldn’t seem to control the chaos in my brain. The inner turmoil I was experiencing must have shown on my face, because Deakin approached me with a beer in each hand. He offered me one and motioned for me to follow him to his office. We really hadn’t interacted much with each other since just before the shootout the first night I met him. Tracker was the one that kept me filled in on what was going on and anything that was needed from me.
Deakin didn’t sit behind his desk but rather in one of the chairs in front of it. I sat in the other and took a swallow of the ice-cold beer. “I’m one of the biggest bastards you will ever meet,” he said. “I know it, and I love it. I’ve noticed the change in you as the clubhouse empties. You do know this would have happened eventually even if you weren’t here, right? Cyril would’ve started this war just to see me die.”
