Gutted me to thing she thought I didn’t want her. That I’d want a stray over her. No fuckin’ way am I about to sink my cock into something that gets stuffed with everyone else’s wood.
Fuck, after sliding into her and feeling the tightness of her cunt I was willing to bet she hadn’t been with another man. I’m not about to ask but fuck she’d been as tight as a virgin and I’d come quicker than I’ve come in years.
Could have just been the pent-up tension inside me that forced me to come as soon as I did but fuck it was like her pussy was milking it right out of me.
I want this shit with fuckhead one, two, and however many over with so I can show Angelina properly how much she means to me and not just in my room here at the club.
Though after taking her the first time in the bed, I’d taken her again in the shower with her back pressed against the tile. Shit my cock is getting hard again just thinking about being inside her.
“Easy, Pit, we have a meet set with both Callaghans and Deveaux for this evening. We’re meeting at Patton’s,” Chains says, leaning forward he rests his arms on the table. “Fuse, you got anything we can use to barter with them to leave Angelina be?”
“Yeah, Prez, I’ve got a lot of shit on the whole lot of them and funny part is it all rolls down to an alliance between the two. Callaghan is part of the Irish Mob. Deveaux had wanted ties into them and sold his daughter to the Callaghans. She was supposed to marry one of the brothers to seal this alliance.”
“What’s this got to do with her marrying a fuckin’ Callaghan?” Lynch asks.
“Deveaux owns several ports the Callaghans wanted access to. The Callaghans had access to, as you can guess, the Irish Mob. They were Deveaux’s way to getting in with MacDermott, the boss. Angelina was the key to tie the two families together,” Fuse informs us.
“Fuck. We’re dealing with the Irish Mob here?” Brakes snarls.
“Oh, it gets even better, and I’ve asked Prez for permission to make this call but we have our own connections to MacDermott,” Fuse grins.
“How?” I ask.
“The Devil’s Riot MC have two members who are related to Dean O’Connell, who in return is married to MacDermott’s daughter,” Fuse announces.
“So how does that help us? This dude doesn’t know any of us,” Tyres states, looking exhausted as hell. He’d gotten results back about Victoria being a relative to the girl and ended up going up to Virginia in order to bring his daughter home. None of us could believe it until we saw her, but Wren is definitely Tyres’ kid.
“Well, it just so happens MacDermott is on his way down here with his son-in-law after Gadget gave him a call on our behalf. From what I can gather, though I have never met the fucker, Gadget was legit in getting shit done. MacDermott should be here any time now and Prez has given instructions for one of the prospects to escort him in here when he does,” Fuse nods.
“We need to make sure we have everything under control for when it comes time for this meet tonight, Fuse. Do we know why Angelina was barely keeping any of her money?” Chains asks.
“I’m still somewhat conflicted about this. The account goes to Bryce Callaghan’s, however, once the money hits this account it’s immediately moved to another offshore one,” Fuse says.
“So, we can’t find who the money is actually going to?”
“I know whose name is on the account but there’s no reason why she would send money to Bryce Callaghan only to have him send it to another account in her name. It doesn’t make sense,” Fuse grumbles.
“Someone has opened an account in Angelina’s name?” I snarl, clenching my fists.
“Yep and for whatever reason until Ballard went after her, she was sending the money. Whether that’s what they agreed upon or whatnot I don’t know.”
“We need to find out from her why she was sending it,” Chains states.
“I’ll go get her,” I murmur, standing up from my chair. Stepping out of church, I head for the main room which was to my left. Angelina said she wanted to spend some time with the girls in there rather than stay couped up in my room.
“I told you, bitch, you and that bastard need to leave.” Vix’s voice causes me to pause where I am to listen. “You’re not wanted here, and no one wants your ugly ass around. I mean look at you, no tits or ass, you might as well be a dude with long hair like that bastard of yours.”
My vision turns red at the venomous words Vix is spewing to my woman.
Fuck that shit.
“I’m not going anywhere you jealous, wood-stuffer bitch. You’re just pissed Pit doesn’t want to stick his pecker in a hole as big as a softball,” Angelina sneers defending herself.
“You ugly bitch,” Vix snaps, reaching her hand back to strike Angelina.
“That’s enough,” I yell loudly to catch the stray’s fuckin’ attention. “You do not ever speak to an ol’ lady the way you just did.”
“But, Pit, if she wasn’t here, we’d be having fun,” Vix pouts, lowering her hand.
Not wanting to hear her shit, I glance over to the bar, to find Steel coming from the back room with a case for restocking the beer. “Prospect, watch this stray and make sure she doesn’t go anywhere. The club will deal with her after we’re finished with church.”
“You got it, Pit.” Steel nods putting the case on the top of the bar and comes to grab hold of Vix’s arm. “Don’t know what happened out here. Angelina was heading to the kitchen when I went into the backroom.”
“All good, Steel.” I nod and look to my woman. “Come on, Lina, need you to come with me for a
