All For You (Snakes Henchmen MC 3)

He wraps an arm around my back, grabs my ass in his other hand, and fucks me right through my never-ending orgasm before shooting his hot load deep inside of me. And it's so hot and so much that I can feel it seeping out of me with every jerk of his hips.

Moments later, he pulls out of me, still kissing me while setting me on my feet. “I think you fucked my brains out,” I mumble against his neck with a laugh like groan.

“Yeah? Well, get used to it, beautiful, 'cause I ain't done with you yet.”

I look up at him and smile.

I'm no stranger to fucking the night away, nor am I a stranger to being fucked hard. Jordan – or Trace as I need to get used to calling him – fucked hard and long. But what I'm not used to is a man with a cock the size of Hammer's fucking the shit outta me. A man so tall and built, built like a grizzly bear and then some.

“Let's go shower.”

“Why, planning on fucking me in there, too?”

I giggle as he pulls me closer, his erection – yeah, he's hard again – pressing against my stomach. How is he so hard again already? “In there, the hallway, the den, the kitchen, the garden, the clubhouse, on my bike. The list is endless, baby girl.”

Sex is never going to be boring with this man.

“Come on then, big boy,” I tease while walking backward towards my bathroom. “Let's christen the shower.”

That's exactly what we do before fucking in the chair beside my window, against the wall next to the bed, and even in the bed... twice.

Chapter Eleven

Hammer

“So you're telling us that if we strip Ghost of his patch, Vidal will deal with all this shit for us?”

“No, Stryker. What I'm saying is,” Prez pauses, scratching his jaw while looking like he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders.

It's been a week since any of us saw Ghost. We've all tried to call him, of course. Even been to his house to see if he's there. He hasn't been. He usually stays at the clubhouse, but as there are no whores here right now for him to stick his dick in, he won't stay here. We don't have club whores hanging around when we have shit going down. It's not safe for them to be here, and as we don't take whores to the safe house, we send them home.

It isn't like Ghost not to check in every day. Shit, even without whores here there's no way he wouldn't be here during the day.

We've all been worried that something bad happened to him, that one of those motherfuckers has gotten to him. Naturally, we were all riled up and wanted to kill every last fucker. But Shepard assures us that's not the case. Ghost is alive and well. For now.

It's been a long fuckin' day. I ain't been at the safe house in days. Willow is going to start thinking I've abandoned her!

But we need to deal with this fuckin' threat from the dumbass Razor Hogs and the drug ring they're running once and for all before we can have any kind of normalcy back around here. We can't leave anything to chance.

It would help if we could find the bastards doing this, killing innocent people and leaving our stamp all over it.

Shit. We don't kill the fuckin' innocent. Not that the fuckin' cops believe it. They can't prove shit, but it won't stop them coming around. The only reason they ain't arrested one of us is because the Prez is tight with the sheriff and he knows it's not our style. Prez had to promise him that he'd find out who's doing this and hand them over.

Won't happen, we'll kill them all before that happens.

Trouble is, I'm worried the pathetic gang doing this will somehow plant DNA on a body. One of us falling into the trap of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the whole MC will come crashing down around us. Not like it ain't been done before to others.

We all know the Razor Hogs are responsible, but we can't prove it. Those fuckers have paid someone to do this shit to us, what better way to get rid of us than to frame us for crimes we didn't commit?

We've found a handful of the fuckers over the past couple weeks, got little to no information out of them. Loyal fucks, even torture didn't make them talk. The rest of them are hiding like cowards. Not one has been back to their clubhouse. Trust me, we've had men ride over and check the place out. It's been empty since this whole thing started.

Prez might have to think about calling in other charters to help us deal with finding these fuckers. But I don't like the idea of being in the damn mafia's pocket. Not at all.

Are we really supposed to believe Draven Vidal can find out what we can't?

That's a really stupid fuckin' question. The man owns the whole of fuckin' Tennessee. What we can't find out, he can. Big headed prick. But are we really supposed to sell out our own brother in order to do that?

Are we supposed to throw him out of the MC in order to save our families?

I don't think there's much of a choice.

Whatever happens, we will find the cunts doing this. We will put them down like the dogs they are. Ain't nowhere they can hide from us forever.

But will it be too late?

Is Vidal really our only choice?

Back to Ghost.

“Vidal wants to make sure Ghost never goes near his cousin again.”

Ghost is such a fuckin' idiot! Of all the girl's in the world for him to fall for it had to be a Vidal. The fuckin' Mafia Don's cousin!

Did Ghost honestly believe he could fuck around with her without Vidal finding out?

Come to think of it, how did Ghost get away with sneaking around with her for as long as he did without someone finding out?

Vidal keeps both his sister and cousin on a tight leash. They can't do anything without him knowing about it.

“And how does he suggest we do that?” Jett asks.

Every fucker in the room is silently waiting for the Prez to tell us what the fuck is going on.

“I ain't gonna sugarcoat it, boys. What Vidal is askin' ain't somethin' I wanna do, but the fact is, Ghost went against this club and Vidal. There ain't no comin' back from this for him.”

“You're gonna kill him?”

“I don't have a choice, Gunner!”

Ah, Shit!

“Vidal wants Ghost dead for daring to touch his cousin, for disrespecting him and his family. We do this, Vidal will sort this whole problem.”

“You sold out our brother for help from that cunt!?!”

Shepard's on his feet, fists slamming down on the oak table, eyes boring into Gunner. “You think I'd sell any of you out, you little fuck?! There is no choice here. Ghost went against this club and Vidal. Either we deal with this and Vidal sorts this shit storm, or he kills Ghost himself – and believe me, he will leave nothing left of Ghost for us to bury – and he fixes nothing. Meaning our women and kids are stuck at the safe house for God knows how long before Vidal decides to take them out in retaliation. You really want a war with the mafia?!”

I watch him sink into his seat, deflated.

No one speaks. I don't think any of us can believe what we're hearing.

What the Prez is saying is true. If we don't do this, Vidal will destroy everything that belongs to us, even our families as punishment. He's an uncaring cunt. But if he thinks it would end so easily he's wrong. There are things he loves, things he'd want protecting. Might take a while but I'd make sure he lost everything he loves as payback.

But Shepard is right, we don't want a war with the mafia. It doesn't matter how angry we are right now, going up against Vidal would be suicide for not only us but for our women and kids too. Nothing means more to any of us than they do. We have to keep them safe no matter what.

Ain't that why we're doing all of this?

“The last thing I want is to do this, boys. I've mulled it over and over, tryin' to find another way. Fuck, I even forced Ghost to stay away while I tried to sort this out. But there is no other way. Vidal won't back down. I could put Ghost into hiding, but I think you all know what that would mean for the rest of us.”

Death.

That's what it would mean.

&n

bsp; “I've spoken to Ghost, he knows what's about to happen. He chose his fate. He wants to die by our hands. The hands of his family.” Prez's voice cracks a little. He's like a father to most of us, the Prez, a brother to others. This can't be easy for him.