Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (24 page)

It was only Jase who tamed the fire in her
heart.

Retribution

Black Dogs MC Book 2

~
PROLOGUE ~

Will sighed and took a quick glance under the
conference table at his watch. The voices of the other members of the MC faded
into the background of his thoughts. He just wanted this thing to be over. It
felt like the Black Dogs had been, well, chasing their tails over this same
issue for weeks now, and he was growing tired of it.

Ghost cleared his throat
and began speaking. The sound brought Will back to the present. “Look, here’s
my thing. It’s not like the cartel has a reputation for throwing fucking tea
parties. If we try to set up some UN summit instead of a ground offensive,
we’re just gonna get mowed down like a bunch of assholes.”

A few grumbles began
around the huge wooden conference table. At its head sat Henry Oliver,
president of the Black Dogs MC, who leaned back heavy in his big, comfortable
leather chair with a hand over his mouth, listening, thinking. A cigar burned,
half-ignored, in a crystal ash tray in front of him. To his right sat the vice
president, Douglas Dillon, longtime comrade and war buddy. The rest of the
seats were taken by the MC’s most trusted men—Jase Campbell, Ghost McBride,
Martin Palmer, Trevor Bones, and Will himself, the MC’s spymaster.

Usually, these types of
meetings were reserved for Mondays, after the boys’ weekend blazes left them
tired and hungover enough that sitting in an air-conditioned office chair for a
few hours seemed appealing. But Henry had called this semi-emergency meeting on
a Friday evening, and everyone stirred in their chairs, antsy. Everyone had
places they wanted to be instead. But things had begun to stir in LeBeau.

“He’s not wrong,” said
Jase. “We’ve heard some upsetting reports from the southern part of the state
where the cartels have a better handle on the territory, and it’s not a pretty
picture.”

Murders, assaults, arson,
robberies… they had all heard the reports. The cartel had come in hard and fast
in the big cities in the south. The first calls from shopkeepers getting
hassled in LeBeau was what had prompted Henry to make the issue a priority—it
seemed to be the first rumblings of a bigger problem. Already, there had been
some minor violence against businesses that seemed to have been strategically
chosen, stretched along a few of the lesser-traveled highways that ran through
the towns of the mountain pass.

Henry raised a palm. “I
know we’re all troubled by what’s happening, and Douglas has already reached
out to the affected businesses to offer some support. But this is a delicate
situation. The cartel is expanding. Now, we can present ourselves as enemies,
or we can be allies.”

Douglas added, “We might
be able to keep them out of the corridor, if we banded together all our allies
and called in most of our favors. Truth is, they’re bigger than we are. We
would have to be ready for potentially heavy casualties.”

Will shook his head and
dropped a finger on the table. “I’m not okay with that, and you know I haven’t
been okay with it since this first became an issue.”

“None of us
want
casualties, man,” said Ghost from down the table. “Fuck, none of us want the
cartel here in the first place. But they’re escalating, and we’re just sitting
here with our dicks in our hands.”

“I understand the issue,”
said Will, leaning back in his chair. “But I don’t see how adding more bullets
to a firefight is going to end it.”

“It ends if those bullets
hit their targets,” said Jase, pointing to Will from directly across the table.

Will gave him a sour look.
“And what if they don’t?” The table was silent so he pressed on with his point,
the same one he felt like he’d been arguing for weeks now. “If the cartel
wanted to come in hard and give us no choice but to fold, they could have done
it. Instead, it’s like they’re flirting with us. They’ve caused enough of a
rumble to get our attention without killing anyone or drawing down the Feds.
This is them giving us a chance to make a deal.”

“Or they’re just being
smart about their resources,” said Ghost sardonically. He always got this
heavy-browed, dark look when he disagreed with Will, and it was there in plain
view now. At least the man was easy to read.

Will shook his head. “I’m
with Henry on this, still. We have a chance to make a deal that will keep
things steady around here, maybe even benefit the MC in some way. We’d be
idiots not to take it.”

Around the table, a few
men groaned, including Jase and Ghost. Sometimes, Will couldn’t help but feel
like the odd man out in the MC, even though he knew damn well he belonged—no,
thrived—within its ranks. He found himself thinking of his grandfather, a
commander during World War II, wishing he had survived into the present to give
Will his wisdom at times like these. But Will was smart enough to know that
even soldiers differed from each other. Of course Jase and Ghost wanted to go
in blazing; what was the type of men they were. Will knew there were other
paths to consider. He was the quiet assassin to their front line cavalry. He held
fast against their disagreement.

Henry sat up in his chair
and took hold of his gavel. He leaned his thick arms on the table. “All those
in favor of arranging a diplomatic meeting with the cartel?”

Will raised his hand. So
did Henry, Douglas, Martin, and
Bones
. As they
looked around the table, the remaining men who disagreed shook their heads or
sighed in defeat. Diplomacy had the vote.

Henry banged his gavel
once on the shiny wooden table. “There it is. We’ll take the weekend and come
back to this Monday morning. In the meantime, keep me notified of any
developments.”

The room filled with the
sounds of chairs rolling and men grumbling, leather cuts shifting against chain
wallets and weapon holsters. Will stood up and looked at Jase staring at him
from across the table, stern but not angry.

“When are your balls gonna
drop, man?” said Jase as he walked around in slow procession behind the others
headed for the door. “You never vote for a fight.”

“And you never vote for
diplomacy,” said Will with a laugh, landing a punch on Jase’s thick left arm
when he approached. “If you’re going to be the trigger-happy one around here,
someone else has to be the sane one.”

“I do
not
want that
job!” said Ghost loudly from behind them.

Will shook his head,
laughing, and walked next to Jase as they made their way down the stairs and
into the clubhouse den. Already, men posted up at the bar and cracked open
beers, while others bee-lined out the door and to their bikes outside. “You’d
think after all this time I would have taught you that there is more than one
way to destroy an enemy, Jase.”

“Oh, do enlighten me, Sun
Tzu.”

“If they’re our allies,
they can’t be our enemies. That destroys them as effectively as bullets,” said
Will.

“Ooh, that’s good—did you
come up with that?”

Will smirked and shook his
head. “Copyright Abraham Lincoln.”

“Fucking nerd.” Jase fell
silent a moment as they walked up to the bar. “Ah! Counterpoint: allies can
betray you.”

“
Only
allies can
betray you,” said Ghost as he pushed in between them, leaned over the bar until
one of his feet was off the floor, and pulled back up with three bottles of
beer. He opened them roughly on the side of the bar with his hand and offered
one to Will and Jase each.

“Now
that’s
good,”
said Jase as he clinked his beer bottle against Ghost’s.

“Copyright Ghost McBride
into eternity,” said Ghost.

Will rolled his eyes and
took a few hearty swigs of beer. As Jase and Ghost changed the subject, he set
his half-finished beer on the bar and took a quick visit to the restroom. When
he came back out, he found an empty den with sounds of laughter coming from the
open door leading out to the rear yard of the clubhouse.

“Hey there, baby.” The
feminine voice came from behind him, heavy with insinuation. Will felt small
hands caress around his waist, one running under his cut to rub his muscular
chest, the other wandering south, diving into the waistband of his jeans
without hesitation. “Running off so soon? I waited for you.”

Will moaned as she pressed
her ample tits against his back. His cock began to harden at the approach of
her soft fingers. “Did you now?”

She made a soft moaning
sound in return. Will pulled her hand out of his jeans so he could turn around
to face her. One of the house mouses, Tracy, stood before him with a seductive
grin. With her blonde hair pulled up in a messy pile on top of her head, there
was nothing obstructing his view of her thin, tanned frame, or the enhanced
cleavage staring at him from her very low-cut black top. She leaned in and
kissed him, sucking his lip into her mouth gently. Her hand rubbed his cock
boldly outside his jeans, hardening him to steel in just a few seconds.

“C’mon, I need it,” she
murmured into his mouth. Will kissed her back with heated lips and pushed her
against the wall, grinding up against her as she threw her arms around his neck
and wrapped one leg around his waist. He rubbed his hands up and down her bare,
toned thighs, almost fully exposed by the insanely short shorts she wore.

“Tell me again,” he said,
his voice heavy with lust. He leaned down and kissed her forcefully, running a
firm hand to grope her breasts over her shirt. Tracy whimpered, leaning her
head back against the wall.

“I
need it
….” She
begged, digging her nails into his neck.

Will lifted the petite
blonde off her feet, holding her against him as he pushed them both into the
closest bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him without moving his mouth
from where it was planted on Tracy’s neck, sucking and biting as she writhed
against him. He threw her across the bed.

“Get your pants off,” he
growled as he fumbled at his own belt buckle. Will soaked in the sight of her
disrobing, and moaned when she stuck her fingers down her black silk panties
and ran them over her clit, waiting for him.

Will stripped off his
clothes and leaned over her to take one of her taut nipples into his mouth. He
twirled his tongue over it until Tracy squealed beneath him, his hand firmly
kneading the other. He moaned as he sucked on her tit, grinding his hard cock
against the wet silk of her panties.

Tracy whimpered when Will
released her breast from his mouth and moved up the bed to kneel next to her
face. “Suck me,” he said, moving his cock to her lips and putting one of his
hands in her blonde hair.

The sexy club mouse didn’t
hesitate to pull his cock into her mouth and start sucking generously, moaning
as she rubbed her tongue in swirling motions around his sensitive head. Will
kept one hand in her hair as he bucked his hips toward her mouth, fucking her
face. His other trailed down her naked body and into her panties. When he felt
how wet she was, he moaned and gripped her hair tighter. Without warning, he
pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy. Tracy cried out around his cock while
he finger-fucked her with slow, deep strokes.

He didn’t let his cock
leave her mouth until he felt himself getting dangerously close to orgasm, but
he wasn’t done with her yet. After one last push deep into her throat, Will
pulled all the way out, leaving a trail of her saliva along her face and lips
with the head of his cock. Tracy gasped for breath and snaked her tongue out to
keep licking him as she squirmed under the pressure from his fingers.

Will pulled his soaked
fingers out from inside her and stood up to get a condom from the nightstand,
then slid on top of Tracy and kissed her hungrily.

He pushed her legs apart
and settled between them before he ran a firm palm over her hot pussy, rubbing
rhythmically. Tracy moaned into his mouth, gasping at his touch, her hips
lifting up to meet his hand. With a casual swipe, Will pushed her panties aside
with his fingers and smiled as the wet warmth of her excitement washed over his
hand again. Guiding his hard cock to her entrance, he slipped inside of her,
and in a single stroke, thrust its entirety deep into her. Tracy screamed in
pleasure, her fingernails biting into his neck and shoulders as he fucked her.