“Oh God, yes. Please I can’t wait any longer, I’m going to come without you.”
“No you aren’t,” said Tyson digging his claws into her back and biting her neck; now they were mated for life. She screamed his name, and she saw the stars, the moon, the Milky Way. They fell to the floor still entwined with each other, both sweating, panting and stuck in sweet bliss, he couldn’t disconnect, she had constricted so much he was stuck. It just so happened he enjoyed being held in these walls. “Anna,” he said, moving her hair from her face.
“Yes Ty,” she said, giggling.
“I guess I deserved that,” he said as he placed tiny kisses across the bridge of her nose. “Remember what I told you earlier?”
“Which time?”
“I told you I’d make you scream my name,” he said jokingly.
“Tyson, you’re an ass.”
“I know, but now I’m your ass.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she said, allowing his release.
“You know I’d love to stay right here in your arms the rest of the day, but I do have club business that can’t wait,” he said, stroking her long sandy blonde hair. “We can pick up where we left off tonight.”
“Tonight? But you’ll be here or wherever it is you go when you leave, and I’ll be at my apartment,” she said, sitting up beside Tyson on the floor.
“That’s not how this works,” he said, rubbing the bite mark on her neck.
“What do you mean?”
“Once we mate, it’s for life, just like being married, you are stuck with me forever. That means this sweet ass is going wherever I go,” said Tyson grabbing a handful of her ass.
“Oh, that’s perfectly fine with me, I don’t ever want to be without you anymore,” she said, leaning over to kiss Tyson.
“Let’s get dressed and go get a cold beer before I have to attend to club matters.”
Walking out from the office, down the hall, and into the common room, there were cheers, whistling, and yells from the guys in the club.
“’Bout fuckin’ time you two sealed the deal, I was gettin tired of watching you two pussyfooting around,” Loco said, jabbing Tyson in the side.
“You wanna go outside, pinche gatito?” asked Tyson lunging at Loco.
“Old man, you ain’t got the energy after the noises we heard,” said Loco.
“Shut the fuck up, y’all shouldn’t have been listening,” Tyson said, walking behind the bar and getting two cold beers for him and Arianna.
“Thank you, Tyson,” Arianna said, taking the beer and flipping the lid off with her claw.
“Church in thirty minutes, boys,” said Tyson tipping his beer up to his mouth and chugging it.
Chapter Two Hundred Ninety-Seven
“Now that we’re all here, I have some important business that we need to discuss,” Tyson said, leaning back in his leather office chair.
“Can we talk about the fact that it smells like sex in here?” Jackson asked, laughing so hard he was holding his stomach.
“Drop it, fuck head, it’s my club, my office, and my woman, and if I want to fuck her on the bar, I will! Do I make myself abundantly clear?” Tyson asked, slamming his fists on the desk and snarling.
“Yes, sir, we understand,” Jackson said, still laughing about what he had said moments earlier.
“Now to get down to business, we have a problem, boys, the Steel Widow Makers are trying to move into our territory. I have people watching the fuckin’ pricks, and I think they’re gonna be a fuckin problem,” Tyson said. “I’m open to ideas.”
“Detroit is ours, and they ain’t coming in here and setting up house without a fight.”
“We’re positive that’s who has Trista’s sister, Tatianna,” Snoop who was secretary of our chapter chimed in.
“We may be a lot of things, but human traffickers aren’t one of them. I don’t want the civilians and cops thinking it’s us that has been stealing their women and children,” Tyson said.
“Boss, I got a call right before we came in here, two of our gun shipments have vanished along with fifty kilos of china white,” said Einstein, the treasurer going on ten years now.
“How the fuck do you lose fifty kilos of china white and our first two shipments of guns, Einstein?” asked Loco.
“Exactly what the fuck I wanna know,” said Tyson getting more pissed off by the second.
“They said there was an ambush out on old route sixty-nine. It was the Steel Widow Makers ,boss; the bastards didn’t even try to hide who they were. Worst part is we lost two prospects and a patched member,” said Einstein.
“So, should we interrupt Ivan? He’ll wanna be here for this,” Loco asked, picking up his drink and taking a big swallow.
“Yeah we better, we might need some of that old school shit he does,” Tyson replied to Loco. “Someone wanna go get him?”
“Tell Jackson, he’s next to the fuckin door,” said Finn.
“Tell Jackson, blah blah blah, I’m going,” said Jackson standing up and walking toward the door.
“Wait a fuckin’ minute, I was looking at you the whole fucking time, and your damn mouth didn’t move once. When the fuck did this happen?” asked Loco, standing up from where he was seated.
“When did what happen?” asked Jackson trying to play it cool, knowing he had just fucked up.
“How long have you been mind speaking?” asked Loco feeling as if he had been duped.
“Mind speaking, what the hell are you talking about, August?” asked Jackson, still trying play it off like he was completely unaware of that ability.
“Tyson, did you know about this?” Loco asked, turning to face his friend.
“Let's just tell him, we have more important business to tend to,” Tyson said to Jackson.
“Let's tell him? You knew? Who the fuck else knew?” Loco asked, feeling slightly betrayed by his brothers.
“Well, we all knew. We just like fuckin’ with you, brother,” Tyson said, refilling his shot glass and tossing it back.
“I knew
