Withstanding Me(33)

Turn that shit red? With fuckin pleasure.

"It's done, Breakneck. Headed that way. Dial me again when in Vegas."

"As soon as I land. Owe you big, brother." Cage says into the phone before hanging up. He doesn't owe me shit. But we don't have time to argue semantics right now.

I hang up my phone with a small groan. Angel and I just got married, the club is on lockdown, and my wife has a damn hit her ass hired by her own fuckin flesh and blood. I have no idea how she’s gonna take this blow.

“I’ve gotta go outta town, baby.”

I wait for my words to sink into her beautiful fuckin head.

“You’ve gotta go outta town?” She repeats my words slowly. “This is a shit time for a road trip!”

I need to explain this to her.

“Baby… the friend of mine I just got off the phone with, he needs me. He’s like one of the brothers… only he’s straight laced. Sometimes friends call on me to do what they can’t. You feel me, Angel.”

I start to sit down next to her when she jumps up, her laptop falling to the floor with her quick movement. Shit, she’s pissed.

“Braxxon, do I need to remind you we just got married last month? That I have a hit on my ass and that my mother is due here in just a few weeks? Does my life being in danger mean that little to you?”

I growl like a fuckin lion about to rip apart its prey as I grab her by the shoulders. “Your life is the only one that counts. My brothers, my family, our family won’t let anything fuckin happen to you! Do you fuckin think for one second I would leave you here if I didn’t trust them with your life?”

She sighs, realizing my words are nothing but the truth. She wraps her arms around me and slams her body to mine, digging her head into my chest as her fingers clutch at my cut.

“He’s that good of a friend?” She mumbles, her voice muffled against my body.

I pull her away, forcing her sexy gold eyes to mine.

“Angel, he is. He’s like us, trying to build happiness in his own little fucked up world. And right now his happiness it being threatened. I can fix this for my brother, do you understand?”

“How long?” Her voice trembles with her question. She’s so fuckin strong but what it all boils down to is that I’m her weakness and she is mine.

“A week tops. You know me baby, your man gets shit done fast,” I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. She nods and I can see everything that’s rippin through her mind fly across her eyes as they continue to search mine. “I’ve gotta call chapel and get shit in order. Do you think you can handle packin your husband’s shit?”

“Yeah, where do you keep your saddle bag?” She asks, pulling away from me.

“In my old room in the closet, bottom right corner.”

She smiles slowly and takes off to grab it before turning around in thought.

“What sorta things should I pack? Clothes wise?”

I narrow my eyes. “Dark shit I can burn before comin home. Angel?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too. Go handle the brothers while I act all domestic and shit.”

I shake my head laughing. She’s back. She’s done wallowing. Fuckin love the shit outta my wife. My laughing stops as I watch her walk away. I swear to fuckin all hell in back my brothers better not let even a fly so much as land on her while I’m gone.

***

ZZ

I fucked up. It’s been weeks since Storm, and I fucked. Shit’s just now getting better. I’m still fucking angry at myself for slipping up. I almost lost her and our friendship, over what? A fantastic fuck? No matter how good it was, it’s not worth losing her over. My brain is on over drive now that I know I’m gonna be constantly around her because Braxxon just took off to help a buddy out. Yep, right in the middle of a fucking lockdown his ass just took off. So now, all of us brothers are on women watch duty. I don’t know what’s going on with me. Ain’t nothin I do sittin right. I snort a little coke, nope that don’t help. Drink a little whiskey, nope that definitely don’t help. What’s left for me to do to get back to who I was? Maybe fuckin? I’ve never went weeks without sex. Maybe that’s it? Maybe I need to try and rectify this shit…





Chapter 17

Storm

I’m putting away a case of tequila when Winter comes barreling into the storeroom of Club Sated.

“I’m goin nuts Storm, like fuckin nuts. It’s been three fuckin days. I just want him home already.”

I stand up straight and lean against one of racks. “He’s Braxx. Badass mofo. He’ll be back in a few days. No need to worry about him.”