On top of the pictures, notes have been included. About them coming for her and her not being able to hide. How the club is going to be taken out, so nothing stands in their way, and how it’s funny I’m scrambling all over town with no clue what I’m actually doing. When I get my hands on the fuckers, they’re going to pay with their pathetic lives for not only coming after my woman but for threatening my family. They have no clue who the fuck they’re messing with.
Yesterday, a bouquet of flowers was delivered to Phantom Ink for Gwen. Lee and Trent got it since she was out to lunch with Hailey. I got the call from Trent and told him to throw those fuckers away. They were roses that looked dead and I’m sure it’s intentional. He wants her to know they’re going to kill her if they get their hands on her. They’re definitely stepping up their game. Especially once Trent read me the card.
I’m almost here. You’re going to regret ever leaving and living your life as a slut.
I’m done playing the games with this fucker. Fox was called and he’s trying to track down any trace of these assholes. Everything he finds comes up as a dead end. The flower order was called in and a prepaid credit card was used. No matter what Fox does, he can’t seem to capture the men from our home on any camera. Not that there’s many through town. Slim even has all the guys here on a rotation to scour the town and surrounding areas looking for anyone out of the ordinary.
With each passing day, I become more frustrated and pissed off. I want to give Gwen the peace of mind she deserves, and I can’t. She’s putting on a brave face, but I see the tremor in her body and feel the pain seeping out of her when we’re alone in our room at the clubhouse. That’s the only time she ever lets her guard down. I won’t rest until these fuckers are caught. I just need one person. I don’t give a fuck who the person is, I’ve been trained to interrogate the most dangerous men in the world and these puny fuckers will be easy to crack. It’s just a matter of catching one of them slipping up.
Things are so bad; Gwen hasn’t even talked about her twenty-first birthday. I figured she’d be wanting to celebrate in some way since she can legally drink and it’s another year she’s been away from the fuckers who tormented her for so long. The girls haven’t even heard anything from her. They can’t keep a secret like that to save their lives, so other than maybe Kim, not a single one remembers her birthday is in two days. That gives me just enough time to put a plan together. The ol’ ladies will help me and we’ll make sure she gets out of the clubhouse and forgets all this shit for a while.
Today is Gwen’s birthday. I woke her up this morning in her favorite way with my head buried between her creamy thighs. I’ve never tasted anyone as sweet as my girl. Honestly, that could have something to do with the fact I’ve never eaten pussy in my life until Gwen. My reasoning is I don’t need to taste what the members of the club have left behind and I sure as fuck am not going to fuck with a bitch I don’t know like that. Gwen is the only one to get this from me.
When she couldn’t take anymore, Gwen pulled me up her body and I sank as deep as I could. For several minutes, I simply remain rooted inside her body. There’s no need to move or fuck her quickly to bust a nut. With my ol’ lady, I want to take my time and worship her body. That’s exactly what I do.
Slowly sliding out of her tight, wet heat, I slide back in. My pace is slow and lazy as I suck a nipple into my mouth. One of Gwen’s arms reaches over my shoulder to my back while she laces her fingers in mine on the opposite hand. She meets me thrust for thrust and arches her body into mine. Gwen’s always so responsive to my touch and I love how real she is. Every single inch of her is real and that’s the way I love