Smokey (Hell's Bastards MC 2)

Smokey held on to her and thrust up within her, his own release only seconds away. His cock flooded her pussy with more of his cum.

Ava didn’t know when he’d stopped pulling out. Did he even realize he wasn’t protecting them both? She didn’t want to ruin the moment and stayed silent. Nothing good would come of it.

He didn’t say he loved her.

She knew he wouldn’t.

No one ever did.

****

The deal was reached and an arrangement was agreed to with Ryan being handed over to him. The basement of the clubhouse was already set up to accept rats and traitors.

Smokey sat at his desk, going through paperwork when Hunter came to his office. The doors were shut, and Smokey looked up from the paperwork to wonder what the fuck his VP’s problem was.

“These were waiting on your bike,” Hunter said.

A brown envelope was placed on his desk.

“And?”

“It’s addressed to the club. You need to see what is inside.”

Smokey picked up the envelope and turned it over. The club’s name was scrawled across the front. “What the fuck is this, Hunter?”

“Open it. Find out.”

“You’ve seen it.”

Hunter nodded.

Smokey threw down his pen and opened the envelope. Pictures slid out of it, landing on his desk. The first one made him freeze.

“What is this?” he asked.

“Ugly Beast called it. If you think about it. Ever since she arrived, shit has been going wrong. She was at the bar, and she’s willingly available to you. Have you spoken to her about club business?” Hunter asked.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“I said fucking no.”

He had no explanation. Ava was accepting money from Creed, the fucking president of the Twisted Bastards MC.

Rage bubbled up inside him.

“Get the club set up for church,” Smokey said.

Hunter nodded and walked right out.

Smokey stared down at the pictures. Women. He should have known he couldn’t trust Ava. She said all the right things. Did everything right. She almost had him convinced she was different.

No wonder she kept on asking about the club and wanting him to trust her. He had to wonder what Creed was paying her.

Hunter returned twenty minutes later to tell him everyone was ready. He got to his feet and took the pictures.

Once inside church, he threw them down for all to see.

No one jumped to her defense.

“That fucking bitch,” Raven said. “What’s the plan?”

Smokey looked at the pictures. “It’s simple. I want her here in the basement. We’ll take care of that fucking slut, and then we’ll deal with Ryan.”

Raven smiled. “Let me handle this. I can’t believe I was fooled by her.”

“Well, we won’t be fooled anymore.”

Smokey was the first this time to leave church. The tension in the air was palpable. The club had been betrayed. They hadn’t made it easy for Ava, but they’d certainly been willing to accept her. Her presence had started to become noticed.

Rather than let the men deal with Ava, he selected three more club women who’d been around the longest. He told them what had happened, and in return, they were going to make her pay.

While Raven and his men got Ava, he went to his office and stared out the window to watch. From his vantage point, he could see the moment Raven arrived.

“I love you. I’m in love with you.”

All of it had been lies. He should have known.

Ava would pay dearly for what she did. He wondered if this was why the ex tried to get away as fast as possible.

Running a hand down his face, he tried to gain control of his rage, but it just wouldn’t come.

Raven’s truck arrived. Kinky and Brick had gone with her.

He watched as Ava, bound and gagged, was hauled out of the back of the truck. She fought against them.

Soon, the sounds of her screams filled the air of the clubhouse. No one stopped them.

Smokey took a couple of minutes.

“Do you want me to handle this?” Hunter asked.

“No. This is my problem.”

He grabbed the pictures and placed them in his inner jacket.

After leaving the office, he made his way to the basement where the women were already pushing Ava around. She was bleeding from above her eye and her nose.

He noticed her shirt was also torn.

When they pushed too hard, she fell in a heap on the floor.

“Why are you doing this? Where’s Smokey? I want to see him,” Ava said.

“I’m right here, you disgusting slut.”

She scrambled to her feet. “I don’t know what’s going on. This isn’t funny. I’m scared.”

He laughed.

Raven pulled her hair, and Ava let out a cry. Another of the whores grabbed a chair and they tied her to it.

Tears fell down Ava’s cheeks, but she’d stopped fighting.

“Did you think you could fool us for long?” he asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Raven slapped her hard, and she whimpered. Her head flung to the side.

Smokey grabbed a chair, dragging it up toward his woman. Even covered in blood, she was beautiful and so striking. All that blonde hair.