After parking, I walk over to Alisha’s door. I open it and reach inside to lift her out and gently set her on her feet. She smiles up at me, and every single time she does that, it feels like getting punched in the gut. She is so beautiful that it’s a fucking crime.
She always fucking turns me on with a flick of her finger. Right now, I want to spread her out on the seat of my truck and fuck her. I want her screaming my name, trembling under me until she can’t even move. I am a motherfucking walking hard-on.
I hear screaming and see her mother running out of the clubhouse, straight for my woman. I smile when Alisha opens her arms for her mother. I have to admit I like her mom. She’s an older Alisha in some ways. The way they smile and the way they get that mean-as-shit glint in their eyes when they are thinking something they aren’t supposed to.
“How are you, baby?” her mother coos and rocks Alisha from side to side.
“I’m good, Mom. How are you?” Alisha asks her and takes a step back, her side pressed to mine.
I wrap my arm around her back, my hand resting on her belly, where I have my son and my daughter.
I just know that I have a son and a baby girl. I do. I am too much of a man not to have a boy, but a baby girl who is just like her mother will set a balance. She will never date. EVER. She is my daughter, and no man will be good enough. But that’s another story.
“See you in a bit, Mom.” She waves to her mother.
We walk inside the clubhouse. Eyes immediately go to her—she is that fucking beautiful. She is all mine though. I grin cockily at all of them because she’s mine and they will never have something like this because there is only one Alisha.
“I’m going by the women.” She nods in a direction across the room.
Following her movement, I see all the club’s ole ladies sitting at a table. She steps away, and I smack her ass. She laughs and continues walking.
Perfect.
I walk over to the bar and grab a beer. I prop my elbow on the side of the bar and watch her.
“You’re fucking lucky, man.”
Craning my head to the side, I see Locke standing there, and I smile at him because I am. “I am.”
Butch walks in and the door slams closed.
Butch lost his parents and his brother at the age of nineteen by a drunk driver. That set him down a dark path, and he joined the Navy. He became a SEAL, and then he was captured and tortured. That changed the man forever. He is dark as fuck, and he has some demons. Those demons eat at the man.
“Ladies, I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back,” I tell everyone.
They smile at me while listening to Jean telling her crazy stories that would only happen to her.
I go down the hall where the bathroom is. I walk inside and hurry to do my business, wanting to get back to the party everyone planned for me. After washing my hands, I walk out. Then I stop because a man is leaning against the wall opposite to the door. A hand reaches behind him and a gun is pointed at me. I gasp and scoot back against the wall.
Oh my God! What is happening?
The man smiles in a gleeful way, and my fear heightens.
“What do you want?” I ask and wrap my hands around my stomach, wanting to be anywhere but here, mostly worried about my babies. I can’t imagine something happening to them before they even have a real fighting chance.
“You are going to come with me or I am going to bomb this place and kill everyone in it.”
Tears fill my eyes because I have to go. I can’t let everyone die because of this. My heart is hurting so badly, knowing I am leaving my man behind in there.
I also have faith that he will find me. I know he will. I just don’t want him hurt in the process. How did this man get into the club? Everyone had to wear a cut that perfectly matched the logos of that club.
I study the man and notice he is wearing a cut Lane’s club wears. Does he work for the other club that has a vendetta against us?
Holy shit.
Am I getting kidnapped by those men? This brings on a whole different level of fear. The man’s hand shoots out and I flinch. He fists my hair and pulls. My head cranes to the side as I try to ease the sting.
“Walk, bitch.” He lets my hair go and pushes me.
I stumble but catch myself. The more steps I walk, the more my stomach sinks because I’m leaving the protection I have come to know.
I am leaving Jordan.
What if I never see him again? I close my eyes and continue walking.
Don’t panic, Alisha. Panicking will make everything ten times worse and you don’t want that. You have to have a clear head, because this can go horribly if you don’t think rationally.
I open the door to the club and blinding light comes into the hallway. He pushes me and I walk faster. He presses his gun into my side and I stiffen. He drags and pushes me to an old, beaten-up Ford pickup.