Loving Threats And Going Home
Loving Threats And Going Home
Samantha
We spent an hour going through the finances after Dashawn cleaned up and changed clothes.
I thought it would have taken longer, but the plain old facts were, this chapter was broke as
f*ck. They were in the red. The businesses they owned had all been shut down at one time or
another. The lack of customers for the tattoo place, probably due to all the complaints we
read on yelp about infected tattoos, shut that place down. They had a bar/grill that got shut
down due to health code violations. They had a strip club that was raided for prostitution and
drug deals. Dashawn said it was no wonder they upped the chapter and member fees.
They were heavy in the drug trade, but they had been cutting their drugs too much with other ingredients. And from what some of the notes we found said, sales weren’t happening.
A knock on the open office door had us both looking over.
“Ice says it’s time to celebrate,” Ambrose said, looking at me with some embarrassment. I
furrowed my brows. Dashawn sighed.
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“Ice wants us to hit a strip club,” Dashawn mumbled. He looked miserable.
I stifled my giggle and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Aunt Cassie,” I said. “Drop me off at South Point. I am not staying here by myself with just
Kong.”
“W–what do you mean by Aunt Cassie?”
“Just remember what she did in retaliation to your Uncle Ripper and we should be fine. You
can look, but don’t touch.”
He paled a little and I smiled. I stood up and patted my leg. Kong came over to me and I grabbed his leash. I walked out of the office. I heard Dashawn scrambling to catch up.
“Baby, you know I’d never let anyone touch me, and I would never touch anyone, right?”
“I know. Just keep Aunt Cassie in the back of your mind. There’s a stage and a stripper pole
in our club. I’m sure I can find a use for them, once the babies come out,” I said nonchalantly.
He choked on his words.
Dashawn
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Crush, Shooter and I were sitting at a table in the way back of the club. All the club brothers
were having a good time and drinking while celebrating. A lot of lap dances had been bought.
There were girls on stages all around the club. And plenty of our guys went into the VIP
rooms. But not us.
“Ciara threaten you?” I asked Shooter.
“Yep, with Aunt Cassie,” he said, tipping back his beer.
“Samantha too, same method.”
“Resa said, she’d just cut off my balls and make me wear them around my neck.”
We snickered, because she probably wasn’t kidding.
“Look at all the girls surrounding Demon, he isn’t paying attention to them at all. He’s just on his phone. I swear that man’s a monk,” Shooter said.
“Nah, he’s in love, my sister is finally talking to him,” I said.
“No sh*t?” Shooter and Crush said at the same time. Both with huge grins on their faces.
“No, sh*t. Samantha told me when she gets back from her tour they are going to go on some
dates.”
“Good for them. D*mn it’s about f*cking time,” Crush said.
Shooter and I nodded. I looked at the main stage where Ice, Twist and Dice were with Pit, Flip
and Cueball. The others were throwing money at the dancer, enjoying themselves. Ice stared
straight ahead in a daze. I don’t even think he was paying any attention to the stunning
blonde in front of him.
“There’s gonna be a lot of pressure on his shoulders now that he’s King,” I said.
“Not just for him. We’re gonna have to assemble a crew to go on a club tour and inspect all
the clubs and their books. You will be on that tour.”
“F*ck you’re right. He’s going to have to wait. I’m not leaving my girl right now, and after she
gives birth I want at least three months with my children before I go on any tour.”
“That sounds reasonable. I’m sure he’ll agree. It’s not like we need to do it right away,” Crush
said.
I nodded. Good, because I wasn’t going before any of that. A girl walked over to us, we all
shook our heads. We didn’t care that our women weren’t here and couldn’t see what we were
doing. It was all about respect. They didn’t want us getting lap dances. I was fine with that
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and so were my cousins.
We drank and when everyone started to drag, those that were too drunk to ride got driven by
prospects to the Vegas clubhouse and crashed there. I wasn’t drunk, I had three beers, so I got on my bike and went back to the South Point. Since Samantha wasn’t staying at the clubhouse, neither was I.
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I looked at my phone, and it was four thirty in the morning. I was beat. I quietly stepped into our room. My baby was lying on her side away from me. The blankets were thrown off of her and her naked a*s was deliciously on display. She must have cranked on the heat because it was stifling in here. Kong was on the floor on his back, legs in the air and I shook my head. I did not know how that was comfortable for him. He also didn’t stir, which told me he was too
hot, and passed the f*ck out. I lowered the heat in the room. Jesus, the woman had it at
eighty degrees.
I stripped and knelt on the floor. I laid gentle kisses all over her cheeks. She didn’t stir and I grinned. I spread her and shoved my face into her a*s licking one of my favorite places, getting her all nice and wet. I pushed my middle finger in her p*ssy as I ate her a*s. She was becoming extremely wet, and yet she still slept on. She was letting low quiet moans. I stuck another finger in her, she was pushing back against my face and fingers.
I peeked over at her, lifting my head as I fingered her. Her lips were parted, she was panting in
her sleep.
“Dashawn,” she whimpered.
pulled back from her, I had lube in my pack. I lunged for it and got the small bottle out. I stood behind her and lubed up my hard as f*ck d*ck, and two of my fingers. I switched places with my fingers, and pushed two in her as as I slowly pushed my c*ck into her juicy c*nt. She sucked me in greedily. She was still on her side, I was slightly up and over her. Bracing myself with my other hand next to her rounded belly. I f*cked her in both holes slowly. She moaned in her sleep. I widened my legs to get a little lower and stood up. I gripped her right leg and lifted it to get a better angle and I sunk all the way into her. I groaned low in my throat. F*ck that felt good. I thrusted in and out, grunting with every sink into her. I don’t know how her p*ssy could still be so tight after all the s*x we have. I moved faster, my fingers drilling into her a*s. F*ck, f*ck, f*ck, I was going to c*m. But she needed to c*m first. I took the hand that was holding her leg and gently put it down. I then reached between her legs, and played with her cl*t. She shot off like a rocket, I watched her face, her eyes snapped open, and she screamed with ecstasy. Now that she is awake. I went to town. Slamming into her, with both my fingers and c*ck, holding onto her hip. I thrusted one, two, three more times, before throwing my head
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back and shouting as my body stiffened, and I shot my load deep inside her.
I collapsed over her, breathing heavily, bracing myself with my arms. I looked over at her and she was smiling.
“Hi, did you just get in?”
“Yeah and I spent all night at a strip club and not once did I get a chub, but I walked into this room with your fine as h*ll as hanging out, and I was instantly hard. Baby you have me whipped.”
She started giggling, and I stood up and smacked her a*s. I pulled out of her, and looked down. I saw my seed seeping out, and I loved the sight of it. She was f*cking mine. Inside
and out.
In the morning, around ten, we all met up at the buffet. A lot of the brothers were hungover. None of the ranked brothers were. The ranked brothers and all the women sat at a big table
together.
“I’m sending half of you back right now. Money, Crush, Shooter, and Pit take the women and the rest of the club brothers home. I’m keeping Dice, Twist, Demon, Flip and Cueball with some of the new club brothers with me. We’re going to finish up here, packing up the clubhouse and shipping what we want back. I am going to sell the building and some of the bikes. The rest I’ll have a hauler company deliver it to our home base. For as much as they were hemorrhaging money, they had some pretty nice bikes, and I want to keep half of them at
least.”
We all nodded. That was good. Samantha and I had a doctor’s visit soon.
Lyla found us as we were eating. She looked relaxed, which I hadn’t seen since she’d been
back.
“You look somewhat peaceful,” I said.
“Good d*ck will do that to you.”
Ice choked on his drink, water spitting all over his plate.
The table roared with laughter.
“Jesus, Lyla. You can’t say sh*t like that in front of me.”
“Why not? I’m twenty–nine, I have s*x.”
He growled at her and glared. She snapped her teeth at him and chuckled.
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“How good was it?” Resa asked.
“Babe, don’t encourage her,” Crush said.
“So, f*cking good. He didn’t mind any of the blood that was on me. He helped me wash.”
“Why did you have blood on you?” Samantha asked.
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“Had to take care of a rat problem. I’ll be going back undercover, so I won’t be seeing you guys for a while, but I’ll pop in when the babies get here,” she announced to the table.
I was sad to hear that, and it looked like others were too. It’s been good having her around.
“Thanks for everything, Lyla. We’ll miss you,” I said to her.
She grabbed my head and put her forehead against mine. Then she kissed it.
“I’ll miss you all too.”
That put shocked looks on everyone’s faces. That was a first for Lyla to express something like that. She ignores us. She grabbed food from the two closest people’s plates, which was my bacon and toast, and Shooters eggs and ate them. Neither of us complained.
The group of us decided to leave right away. So, in a couple of hours we were all ready to leave. I sighed, knowing for the next four or five days, I wasn’t riding with my girl, but she had
my sister and cousins. I couldn’t wait to get home.
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Roc
Epilogue is up next. It’s been a fun ride on this first story.
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