Say Yes, Senator

He slapped my ass once again, and it pushed me over the edge. I liked it when he acknowledged his possession of me, the fact that I was giving myself up to him completely. He could do whatever he wanted with me.

“Come for me, Valentina,” he hissed in my ear, bringing his face close to mine and I let mysel

f go. I cried out in absolute pleasure as the wave of my orgasm took over me. My toes curled, and I fell forward while Jesus continued to thrust into me. Till I could finally feel him shoot as well, emptying himself into me with quick jerks, his grip tightening on my waist as we came together.

I wanted to laugh when my orgasm began to simmer down. I wanted to laugh out with joy, and just when I opened my mouth to do so, I heard a cell phone ringing somewhere.

Jesus pulled himself out of me with a quick slide, and I turned around on the bed. He was rummaging in the pockets of his jeans for his cell phone, and I felt that familiar tug in my heart. That moment had come to an end. We were back to being “friends,” as he had put it to his brothers at the bar.

“Yeah,” Jesus’ voice was deep as he tried to mask his heavy breathing. He kept his eyes averted from me, while he listened to the voice on the other end of the line.

I watched him with sadness as he began dressing.

“Okay. Give me fifteen minutes,” I heard him say and then he ended the call.

Jesus was already halfway through dressing, and I tugged the covers over my bare body.

“I have to go. You’ll be safe here,” he said when our eyes finally met. He was putting his jacket back on, and I threw him a smile.

“Of course,” I replied. What else could I do? This was his life now…I couldn’t expect him to stay with me forever.

Chapter 9

King

Elwood had given us the command to go into the gambling bar where the Black Skulls usually gathered. When I rode there, I saw that Slade, Commando, Girth and a handful of my other brothers from the MC were already waiting to go in.

“Aren’t we going to be outnumbered?” I said, jumping off my bike and walking towards the others.

“They’re not going to mess with us tonight, not after what happened at the warehouse. It’s too early for them to retaliate,” Commando said, leading the way in. I checked my gun and made sure it was loaded as we grew closer to the door.

Slade pushed the door open, and we barged in, interrupting a fist fight that was going on between two Black Skulls members. It was clear to see that the place wasn’t packed with them, a huge number of their members were missing tonight, which was evident given that we had injured a lot of them at the warehouse earlier.

The music continued in the background, while they all turned to look at us. We stood our ground at the door, just as a muscular, tattooed member stalked towards us. I stepped up in front, meeting his eye. We both had our teeth gritted at each other like wolves waiting to pounce.

“What the fuck are you assholes doing here?” he growled and my hand instinctively flew to the gun stuffed in my belt.

“At ease soldier, we’re here to have a chat,” I told him, and a smile flickered on my face. I was enjoying watching the Black Skulls squirm, knowing that they were powerless now. Besides, the truth was that the Black Skulls knew, just as well as we did, that messing with underage kids and using them as slave fighters; went against every code in the book. They were never going to be taken seriously by any MC if they continued doing this.

The bear growled and squared his shoulder, just as another, skinnier guy walked up to us. I recognized him immediately. They called him Razor, and he was high ranking in the Black Skulls order of command. He seemed calmer than the muscle man like he had already admitted defeat.

“What makes you think that we would want to have a chat with you boys?” Razor asked, looking calmly at my brothers and me.

“Because you wouldn’t want to be slaughtered by us again, would you?” Slade had stepped up towards Razor and was hissing at him angrily. I held up a hand at Slade, to stop him in his tracks before he did something stupid. Now was not the time to make a show of our power. Not when we were right in the Black Skulls’ lair.

“It would be in your best interest to just listen to what we have to say, and avoid trouble. We broke you guys up before, and we can do it again,” I said, glaring into Razor’s eyes. The man had his tattooed face scrunched up, which he eventually relaxed and then looked over his shoulder to check the expression on the faces of his MC members.

“What do you fucking want?” he growled, and I clenched my jaws.

“We know you were working with the Muerte Viviente gang,” I said, but Razor said nothing. He kept peering into my eyes, but he didn’t need to reply. We all knew they weren’t running the fighting ring alone.

“Give us information on the gang, and we just might leave you fellows alone,” I said, a smile tugging my lips.

Razor looked back at his group again. They were all hulking masses of muscle behind him, some armed and others armed with drinks. I could sense the tension in the room. We were all poised for a fight, which we knew could erupt at any second. One wrong move on one guy’s part could start a battle. There was no love lost between either of our MCs. However, this was the closest to a civil conversation that we could have right now; after we had just obliterated their entire fighting ring operation.

Razor looked back at me, and I checked over his shoulders to make sure that none of his men were about to make a stupid move. I knew my brothers were keeping an eye out as well.

“What kind of information are you looking for?” Razor finally said, and I nodded my head, the smile growing on my face. It hadn’t taken them long to decide to throw the Muerte Viviente gang under the bus.