Grave (Royal Devils MC #1) - Erin Trejo Page 0,23

cock jerks inside of her when I hear her question.

“If that’s what you want.”

“Yes.” That’s all I needed to hear. I grab her hips and flip us before pounding into her. Each thrust goes deeper, each time our skin slaps together, I get harder. When there’s a haze over my eyes and tingles racing down my spine, I release, and she follows.

Chapter Fifteen

I’ve been moving in the right direction. Fixing the shit Cash has destroyed. Most everyone knows the plan, but that doesn’t mean it will go off flawlessly. We took a ride out to one of our chapters in Indiana to make sure they are running smoothly. Before my so-called death, we were a little rocky with them since Cash didn’t want to cut them in on some of the protection runs we did. It seems since I was gone for those few short months, things have gotten worse.

“I’m sorry, Shade. I don’t know what else you want me to say here, brother.” Shade is the president of the Indiana Chapter.

“I should shoot your ass on the spot,” he mutters under his breath.

“Try it. Everyone else seems to want a shot,” I chuckle.

“Do you realize what you’re askin’ me right now?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“You’re askin’ me to stand against another prez, Grave! Fuck!” I know he doesn’t like the idea, but he also doesn’t really have a choice. I’m done playing nice with anyone. I’m taking this club one way or another.

“I’m askin’ you to stand against a man who tried to kill his own kid! I’m askin’ you to stand against a man who has driven his club into the ground and gives no shits! I have the goddamn proof scarred on my body, Shade. You know our chapter works differently. I want his spot,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Why? Why do you want that shit, Grave? Huh? Do you know the responsibility that comes with that shit?” Tired of his bullshit, I shove my chair back and stand to my feet. I turn to walk away when Shade calls me back. Fuck him. He isn’t my prez. I won’t even consider him a friend if this is the way he wants to act.

“Grave! Turn the fuck around and come back!” he roars this time. I turn around and haul my ass back to the table, grabbing the front of his cut and hoisting him out of the chair.

“I’m not here to play games, brother. I’m not here to listen to your bullshit on responsibility. I know what it takes to run the goddamn club. It’s my birthright! Now do you wanna keep playin’ games or you wanna make a deal?”

“I’m gonna give you to the count of three to get your goddamn hands off me, brother.” His eyes hold anger not many would understand. I do though. I’ve been there. His men are all around but that doesn’t stop me as he starts to count. “One… two.” It doesn’t surprise me when I hear a click and see Silla holding a gun to Shade’s head and saying, “Three.”

“What the fuck is this?” Shade asks, looking at her.

“My secret weapon. We talkin’ or am I walkin’?”

“Fine! Sit the fuck down.” I release the hold I have on him and nod at Silla to lower her gun. Shade’s other men all follow suit as do mine. When we’re both sitting back in our chairs, I glare at him.

“Your dad has burned many bridges, Grave. You already know that. You want my ass on the firin’ line next to you, then you need to earn that shit. Handle my next two runs and I’m in.”

“What are they?”

“What’s the fuckin’ difference?”

“The difference is I’m fuckin’ askin’!”

“Coke runs. You run it to the Maryland chapter. Haul the cash back. Easy.” I snort. Running coke is never easy. If we get picked up with that shit, we’re all going to prison.

“Fine. It’s a deal but I want the runs soon. I don’t give two shits how you make it happen just do it.” I grab my beer and bring it to my lips as Shade looks over at Psycho.

“What the hell happened to him and why is he starin’ at her?” I look over and see Psycho staring at Silla again. It’s not anything new. He told me why he’s doing it.

“Cash has him off his meds. I’m workin’ on gettin’ him back on them.”

“What the fuck would he stop them for?” Shade’s gaze comes back to mine. They all know about Psycho. There