Ace (Syns of Desert Angels MC Book 1) Page 3

  “She shot with precision. No hesitation. And the guy has a similar tattoo,” I point out, staring at the frozen frame of her face. Her features oddly familiar.

  “There’s not much we can do until we know who she is or who she works for,” Bodi stares at Brass. “Keep it on the DL and ask around. When we do find out who it is, we’ll get vengeance for you, Tank, and Jolk.” Brass gives him a curt nod.

  “The latest shipment came in, we need to move it now before the cops start sniffin’ around. I want it out of my garage tonight. Take it to the warehouse near the banks. Saddlebags only. Make it look like a regular bike run. Unless someone has somethin’ to bring to the table, church is over,” Bodi pauses, giving the brothers a chance to speak before slamming the gavel down.

  The others file out of the room and I stay, keeping my eyes on Brass, itching to ask a burning question.

  “Why didn’t you shoot her?”

  Brass smirks. “Shoot that fine piece of ass? You crazy?”

  Shaking my head, I smile. “Only you would save a piece of ass like that.”

  “For the promise of pussy, you would, too. Let’s load up. Get this shit done.”

  “Called Casey. Chino’s throwin’ a party tonight at The Trap. The usual, can’t wear colors. Wanted me to pass that along,” Rook tells us on our way to the front door.

  “Tell Casey to wait in my room,” Brass hollers over his shoulder, keeping pace with me. “You goin’ to Chino’s tonight?” I shrug.

  “You gonna ride like that?” I nod to his bandaged shoulder covered by his cut.

  “Ain’t no bitch,” he takes his cut off and puts a jacket on. Slowly. “Come to Chino’s though. College girls are home for the holidays. New pussy and free booze.”

  Diesel cracks the crate open, uncovering the carefully packaged kilos of coke. We start piling as much as we can in our saddlebags. Two men short means we double up.

  Double checking our bags, we secure the merch before hitting the road. The seven of us peel off once we hit the asphalt, falling in formation. Not even the cold wind whipping at my face could make me feel less of a God than I do right now. The rumble of the engine was euphoric, making me feel alive.

  I’m tired of club pussy. I could use a good fuck.

  “I’ll go to Chino’s!” I yell over the roar of the wind.

  Chapter 2

  Mila

  Sleep came slowly after our encounter last night. Milo gave me shit for not stepping in sooner. You fucked up my piercing sex. You deserved it. And dad was waiting up when we got in. Pissed that we were late and beyond infuriated after we informed him of our actions. He was so infuriated that he no longer regarded us as his children, but as his soldiers - his enforcers.

  “And you don’t know who these men are?” I shook my head.

  “No. They weren’t wearing colors and had no identifiable markings. I think they were just regulars and Milo slept with one of their girls.” Dad turned his steel gaze to Milo.

  “You deserve a bit more than what you got. You’re lucky your sister saved you. Lay low until we determine if it’s even safe for you to be out. And that,” he juts a finger at Milo, “is an order. Go to bed.”

  “George-Clooney-wanna-be looking ass bitch,” Milo grumbled, taking the stairs two at a time.

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  “Chino’s having a party tonight,” Milo throws a punch my way. I dodge and strike one of his fresh bruises from last night. He grunts and hops back, bouncing on his feet.

  “Dad said to lay low.” We circle each other on the sparring mat.

  “It’s Chino. I doubt those hicks know where The Trap is.” I move to strike Milo’s solar plexus. Dodging, he locks my arm straight before tossing me over his back.

  Landing on my back, I groan. “He’s still using that place?”

  He holds his hand out for me to take. “Yeah. What’s wrong with The Trap? We used to go there all the time.”

  “He’s used it so much, I’m sure the only thing that coats the walls now is semen,” I grip his hand and pull myself up.

  “I’ll have you know that I’m a proud contributor to that.”

  “And you lose.”

  “Wha-” I duck low and sweep Milo’s feet out from under him. Watching as he topples to the ground.

  “BUA!” I yell with my fist in the air. Victory.

  “Goddamnit, Mila! That’s cheating.”

  “Don’t whine, Milo. It’s not a good look on you. What time is the party, sperminator?”

  “If it’s not a good look on me, it’s definitely not a good look on you, twin. 11.”

  “Try not to fuck it up like last night, yeah?” I start gathering my stuff to go upstairs.

  “You’re not going to help me up?”

  “So you can kick my ass? Nope!” I holler over my shoulder as I make my way out.

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  “I haven’t been to Chino’s in forever,” Ness tells me. Fixing her eyeliner at my vanity.

  “He wants you, you know.” I remind her, sliding on my favorite black jersey dress that hugs my curves just right with its asymmetric hem, stopping just above my black over-the-knee boots. I stand behind Ness, checking out my outfit, fluffing my dark curls.

  “Daaaammnn, boo! You look ready to snatch up some souls or some shit. Too much black going on here. Real Angel of Death vibes,” she circles a finger in my direction.

  “And you look like the prettiest Irish blow up doll I’ve ever seen,” I hug her, knowing she hates it when people talk about her freakishly big eyes and porn star mouth. I laugh when she flips me off. “Are you ignoring my comment about Chino?” Ness shrugs, sheepishly.

  “I’m just looking for some penis fun tonight. No relationships,” she stands, adjusting her boobs so they spill over her V-neck shirt.

  “I can provide that!” Milo says through the door.

  “NO!” We both yell back.

  “Let’s go!” He orders.

  I slip my black leather jacket on and grab my gun, tucking it in my boot.

  “Coming!” Ness yells, adjusting her breasts once more before sliding on her jacket.

  “Not yet, you aren’t!” Milo returns.

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  We pull off of I-29 in my black Jeep, about thirty miles from our house. The landscape changes so much that it’s a completely different world out here. Nothing but shattered streetlights and old cars line the path. No gas stations on every corner or anyone living close by if you need help. Just a long dirt road that’s bumpy enough to get anyone off.

  Perfect place to dump a body.

  I pull up next to a few other cars and trucks, none I recognize and kill the engine. We all spill out when a loud banging causes me to jolt. Reaching for my gun, I calm when I realize it’s just some assholes banging on a window.

  “Who do all these cars belong to?” Ness mumbles, shoving her phone in her back pocket.

  “A couple belong to Chino’s crew. Seems like everyone else had the same idea we did. I’m not surprised. Dash is on his way. Catch you later,” Milo holds up his fist. I bump it with mine and he’s off.

  Ness hooks her arm through mine as we walk towards The Trap. It was an old, abandoned building that Chino managed to turn into the hangout spot a few years ago. Broken windows and doors litter the place, loud music spilling outside, getting louder with each step. A gate surrounds the perimeter and has a peeled back break in the fence pinned to the other side with locks to keep it open.

  “Doesn’t look like much has changed,” Ness mutters as we slip through.

  “Except the amount of semen on the walls.”

  “Ew,” Ness scrunches her face in disgust.

  We make our way inside just as the song changes to a fast-paced beat. Squeezing through two rooms packed shoulder-to-shoulder with bodies, we finally get to the kitchen.

  “Lil’ Mama!” I’m crushed in a big-armed hug and lifted above the crowd. “I saw Milo in the next room and knew you wouldn�
��t be far.” Chino kisses my cheek as he sets me down.

  “Good to see you Chin. You know Ness,” I push her towards his six-foot body. He takes her pale hand in his tan one, leaning towards her.

  “Never could forget this pretty face.” Ness blushes when he kisses her cheek. “Let me get you guys a drink,” he cuts through the line.

  “I think I just came,” she breathes. “When did he get so hot?”

  “New development. You could have some penis fun with him.” I quirk my eyebrows at her, making her blush.

  “Here you go,” he returns, handing us red cups. “Drink up.”

  “Ooh, this is good. What is it?” Ness licks her lips.

  “Jungle juice, baby. Made by yours truly.” He cups her cheek, wiping a bit of the drink from her lip.

  “Okay. I’m not going to sit here and watch you two flirt all night. I’m going to dance.”

  “Before you go, I need to talk to you,” Chino touches my elbow and tilts his head to the corner of the room. “Be right back,” he winks at Ness.

  I follow Chino. “I didn’t tell Milo because he’d start some shit and I can’t have the cops called out here.”

  My hackles rose at his statement and I cross my arms over my chest. “What is it?”

  “Some guys were asking about you earlier.”

  “How do you know it’s me they were asking about?”

  “Dark brunette, ash eyes, slim, knows her way around a gun.”

  “Because that narrows it down,” I say, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

  Crossing his arms over his chest, he continues. “Likes scotch, tight ass, and real tits. No, what’d he say? Immaculate tits.”

  “I do have immaculate tits, but still, could be anyone.”

  “Tattoo on her dominant hand. Speaks a foreign language, one of those you don’t hear often. Possibly Gaelic.”

  Fuck.

  “Who were they?”

  “Desert Angels, Lil’ Mama. What have you gotten yourself into?”

  Double fuck.

  “Nothing I can’t fix. Keep this between us. Where’s Milo?” I start looking around, planning to get the fuck out of here.

  Chino went to high school with us and got into the drug trade shortly afterward. His dad needed some help and sought it from us. We scratch his back, he scratches ours. Luckily, our working relationship blossomed into a friendship. He’s been with us through some heavy shit.

  “I’ll take care of Milo. You just enjoy yourself.”

  “Chin-,” I attempt to protest, knowing that taking care of Milo is a hefty task.

  “No. You came here to have fun. Do you, Lil’ Mama. Relax.”

  Releasing a deep breath, I nod. “You’re right.” I came here to get wasted.

  To fuck and be fucked.

  Pulling me into a gruff hug, he pushes me back towards Ness who’s practically salivating over him. I down my drink and toss the cup on the table.

  “Let’s dance,” I grab her hand, not giving her a choice as I pull her towards the dance floor. We get sucked into the crowd, and I let the music take over me, losing myself as I roll my hips and sway to the seductive beat.

  “Hot guys on your six,” she yells in my ear as she moves back, winking and swaying like someone’s watching her. I make a point to move my body more, transforming into a siren; letting my movements be my song to lure them in.

  She tilts her head over my shoulder. He’s coming.

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  Cole

  “Check ‘em out,” Rook tilts his beer to the dance floor, sitting next to Dice in Brass’ vacated spot. He took off with a tiny little thing when we arrived, double dipping after being with Casey this afternoon. Diesel took off after we arrived as well. No doubt brooding in some corner somewhere.

  We managed to make it to the warehouse safely, quickly unloading the merch and locking it up. The club will take a hit since we can’t move it yet. I need to find Chino and see if he wants in on it.

  “Check out the blonde,” Dice nods his head, impressed with what he sees.

  “Here,” he passes me the joint he just lit. Taking a drag, I stare at the throng of dancing bodies. My eyes snagging on one. The dark brunette dancing with her blonde friend, their faces barely lit in the darkness with the makeshift lighting draped throughout the ceiling. I watch the way she moves to the music.

  She’s comfortable in her skin.

  Sinful. Seductive. And mine tonight.

  “Dibs on the bru-” Rook stands up, putting his beer on the ledge.

  “Not tonight.” I shove my beer at his chest, handing him the joint from Dice, and make my way towards her.

  “What the fuck!?” He yells after me. I flick him off as I weave through the bodies.

  The song switches over. A piano intro leads to the echo of a heartbeat, pulsing sin and seduction through the speakers, amping me up with each bringing me closer to her.

  Standing behind the dark-haired beauty, I watch her blonde friend back away with a coquettish smile when I slip my arm around her friend’s waist. Pulling her back to me, she continues rolling her hips, snuggling that tight ass against me.

  “Keep doin’ that, baby,” I whisper in her ear, purposely brushing my lips against the soft flesh.

  She leans her head back against my shoulder, her body vibrating with a seductive chuckle. Grabbing my hands, she starts guiding them to the sliver of skin below her dress and drags them up her body slowly, letting me savor the feel of her curves; all the way to her tits while she continues to grind her body - not missing a single beat.

  Leaving my hands on her tits, she twines her fingers together in the hair at my nape, swaying her hips back and forth over my cock. All my blood starts pumping straight below the waist.

  We grind against each other until I feel like my body is about to explode. She’s not close enough. Putting my hand on her throat, I twist her jaw, bringing her waiting lips towards mine. In this moment, there’s nothing I want more than to be inside of her. She moans when I give her plump tits a rough squeeze. The innocent sound makes my cock jump against my zipper.

  “Need to be inside you. C’mon,” I nip her neck, my voice gruff. She moans in agreement and its music to my ears.

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  Mila

  His cologne envelops me, and he taste rough; like lust, passion and alcohol. His hot tongue writhes in my mouth, his stubble grates against my skin, and lips hold me captive against him. The sensation of his rough hands makes me forgive the lack of lighting. As long as he keeps touching me like this, I don’t care.

  I need to be inside you.

  He moves his hands to my waist, prompting me to turn to him.

  “Okay, I-” I start while turning and time freezes. I’m entranced as I stare up at his face, those unmistakable green eyes that widen with the same recognition as mine. My fingers snap to my mouth, thumbing my lips. The lips that were just on his.

  Oh shit.

  “Holy fuc- Mila?” He questions incredulously, eyes scanning down my body with the same roughness of his firm hands. The same hands he just had my tits in. And just like that, my lust dissipates.

  I back away from his embrace like I’m on fire, struggling to keep my eyes connected with his. He stays rooted to his spot, giving me the same toe-curling gaze he used to give me when we were kids.

  Dimples.

  Scruffy jaw.

  Man’s body.

  Everything I’d need to instantly flood my panties.

  My high school boyfriend all grown up.

  Cole.

  I turn on my heel and push through the crowd.

  Air. I need air.

  “Mila!” His voice is swallowed by the thumping music.

  I push through the grinding bodies and move through the rooms, heading to any door that will take me further away from him. Walking outside, I take a deep breath, letting the cold air fill my lungs.

  Moving away from the band of smokers standing around the dimly lit
area, I walk until I feel like I can finally breathe again. I focus on the tall cedar trees that reach up towards the fluffy clouds littering the night sky, drifting along at their own lazy pace.

  The afternoon sun left remnants of cedar and pine in the wind. The smell transports me back to the summers we spent in these woods. How bracken and moss grew on the trees near the little water brook we found. We would swing from one of the vines into the brook until we realized that it had poison ivy. We wised up and used a rope after that.

  It feels like those memories are a world away, not five years ago. Five years. Five fucking years since I’ve seen him, and I can still remember the last day like yesterday.

  “Dad would help you. You could come with us, man.” Milo said over the music in his car.

  “I’ve thought about it. Checked out a few brochures.”

  “Really?” I almost squealed with excitement from the backseat.

  “Yeah,” he smiles at me over his shoulder. “What do you think about me comin’ with you?”

  Unbuckling my seatbelt, I launch myself over the console at him. He laughs, catching me as I pepper kisses all over his face.

  “If you don’t get your fucking ass off my arm, I’m going to fuck you up.” Milo shoves me towards Cole.

  “Got you, baby,” he said against my lips, pulling me closer.

  “I can’t freaking wait!”

  Wave after wave of regret that I let myself get this far hits me. A sense of wrongness that I let it escalate to this point without a second’s thought for myself ignites the burn at the back of my throat. The stinging behind my eyes as I clench them shut, trying to rid myself of the image of him. The one where he left me when I needed him most. And he just up and disappeared.

  Now he stands before me, when I don’t need anyone anymore, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Five years is a long time to plan out all the things you want to say to someone. All my questions war in my mind, trampling over each other as I feel the presence of the boy I once loved.