and I thrust once, two times more, chasing my own release. My dick pulses and I come. I come hard because of Ali. Because no one gets me like she does. No one does it for me like she does. We’ve come so far from where we first began, and when I told her earlier about the MC president being my father, she reminded me once again how fucking amazing she is. She didn’t freak out on me and retreat. She listened. She cared. She brought ease to my mind, and when she could see I just wanted to forget about it all she dropped her to knees, pulled out my cock and let me ram it down her throat until she gagged. She took it. She took it all—including my heart.
Sleep beckons me behind my heavy lidded eyes. But my mind won’t shut off. I toss and turn. The sheets rustle as I move. I spare Ali a glance over the other side of the bed as the moonlight casts a shine over her naked back. Glancing at the clock on Ali’s side table, it lights up with ten thirty pm. I tug my hand through my hair, thinking over a probably terrible idea, but one my head just won’t ignore. Fuck it. It’s not that late. I slip out of my bed, careful not to wake Ali and shrug on some clothes. Grabbing her keys from the table near the front door, I quietly shut it behind me.
I’ve got questions.
I need answers.
I can’t wait any longer.
I kink my neck back. The red and black sign of Black Rose kicks my nerves up a notch.
I let out a heavy sigh. “Well, here goes nothing.”
Before the smarter part of me can convince me to back out, I force my feet ahead. I get the eyes of a few men and women smoking and drinking out the front as I rock up to the door. I walk in and the chatter dulls to nothing. The music ceases. Bikers reach for their pieces but I’m not worried. I’m also not here for them. I scan the room. Cannon’s nowhere in sight. I stiffen my shoulders and walk on through to the stairs leading up to the clubhouse. I get to the end of the bar where I spot the VP. The VP, who was also with Cannon the night my mom was taken from me.
His eyes crinkle with age and a life among outlaws. I stop beside him, and when I look at him, it’s as if he knows.
Something settles behind his eyes before he turns around and chugs down his beer. “You’ll find him in his office, kid.”
Unease tickles my back. Every step up the old wooden staircase causes my pulse to thump quicker and louder. My foot catches the top step and Ace greets me with a gun to my chest.
I stare him down, ignoring the others gathering around us in the room. “If you think killing a cop is a good idea you’re dumber than I thought.”
He returns my cold stare with one to challenge my own. Balls of steel. The kid and I might have something in common. Apart from the big fucking obvious fact that we share the same father. He doesn’t lower the gun. He doesn’t falter. Not for a second. Not when heavy footsteps belonging to our father pad down the hall toward us. Not when the old man stands beside us, taller and wider, giving us a vacant expression not even I can read.
“You two about fuckin’ done?”
His presence fills the room. Not with fear, but authority. I back away but not down. Ace does the same but as Cannon beckons me to his office Ace curses under his breath and storms off.
The outside noise does nothing to calm my nerves. I turn around and Cannon leans against his desk, folding his arms. For an old dude, he still has some pretty solid muscle tone standing out behind his leather cut. My eyes drift to the photos, the reason why I’m here. My palms begin to sweat.
“Told Cole I’ll call if I have an update on the younger Marino.” His voice hits my back and every muscle becomes rigid.
I turn around and narrow my eyes at him. “I’m not here for Marino.”
I walk over to the photo and my heart stammers as my mother’s face glows back at me. Anger heats my veins. How could I not remember this? Why did she never tell