The Don's Baby: A Bad Boy Romance (43 page)

It took less than and hour to pack up his shit and get on the road. The wind in his face and the sound of his bike in his ears… mmmm …it sounded and felt like heaven. He’d not ridden around this area because he knew if he sat on his bike and turned her on he’d be riding back into town and damn the consequences. The thrum of the bike between his legs made him feel powerful. It always had and it probably always would. He’d wanted the end of the sitting and waiting and it looked like it was already here. His gut was saying something was wrong, but it was also telling him Emma was in trouble.

Would everyone be happy to see him? Probably not, but if someone were threatening his Emma it was time to return. He hoped he could talk to Fat J before he’d got into town, if not he’d have to think outside the box and do what needed to be done. How he he just been talking to Fat J and then when he called him back there was no answer? He wondered what was going on with Emma and he felt good knowing he would find out soon. He hoped everyone was ready, because the Lucky One was going back to town.

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

“Tell me where he is?” Joe Burgundy, the president of The Headless Reapers asked Emma nicely.

She looked around the room at all the faces of people she’d grown to care for and noticed that these same faces had grown to dislike her. This room, that she now associated with interrogation, was the president’s office and it was amazing how many huge men could fit in there. They all stood behind her but she could see a few of them with her peripheral vision. The words weren’t actually threatening but the situation seemed very hostile and she didn’t know if it were for the unknown assailant or for her. At this moment, she was feeling no love from any of these people so she was going to assume it was for her.

“Who are you talking about?” Emma knew she sounded innocent because after evaluating her surroundings she almost forgot what they were talking about. Almost, except they brought her in here to talk about the same thing. Over and over. This was getting to be part of her routine because this situation seemed to happen every few days. They’d ask questions, she’d not have answers, everyone would be frustrated and repeat.

“Emma, don’t act dumb. There was a text message on his phone from you. You told him you wanted to talk to him in the parking lot and he was gunned down.” Those were the facts and added up it even sounded like a set up to Emma’s ears, but the truth was she hadn't planned for him to be killed.

She’d heard all of this from him before, but from what she’d been able to gather he’d been killed with his own gun that he was still holding at the time of death. Rafe had explained what happened was self defense when Mark had pulled out a gun on Rafe and they fought over it. It was a nice spin Joe was putting on it, to make it seem like she’d set him up, especially because it was partially true. She had wanted Mark to leave her alone and she’d wanted Rafe to talk to him. In truth it had been a set up of sorts but Mark brought out the heavy artillery… she hadn’t thought that would happen.

“I wanted to talk to Mark outside because of some things that had happened after the meeting. I didn’t want an audience and asked him to meet me, but I just ended up leaving.” It was funny how you could weave a little truth into something and make it sound all true. The men at her back were starting to grumble and aggression in the room was heating up.

“Who did you leave the club with the night before? That’s the question we all want answered. Isn’t that right, boys?” Joe gestured to the men who stood all around her and she wondered what would happen if she told them what she wanted to know… what they thought had happened anyway, but there was no way in hell she would do that. She was going to deny this until her dying day. If that day came sooner rather than later the world wouldn’t hear her truth from her lips.

“It was just some guy. No one important. He was in our club so someone should have known him,” she said putting the ball back in their court. It was unheard of that Rafael Neal, VP of the rival motorcycle club Mountain Tribesmen, could walk up into a party with a mask on and be accepted into the fold. The clubs guard had been down but she shouldn’t be blamed for what someone at the door letting people in had allowed to happen.

“There are those here who think you let Rafael Neal in and then partied with him under our noses.” Joe said and the grumbling behind her got louder.

“How would I have done that? I’m not responsible for who comes in. As a matter of fact I wasn’t even able to get out of the club house that day. I was cleaning and setting up for the party. I’d been surrounded by people all day.” Emma knew her voice was raising because she could see this was going to turn into a lynch mob if all the grumbling kept up the way it was going and she didn’t stand up for herself. She did some things the club would consider wrong and she could understand their anger about her not sharing, but she didn’t bring him in here.

“We don’t know how you did it. That’s why we are asking. We have your cell phone and have looked into some of the numbers you were texting and calling. Who’s Miss Marlene?” Joe was watching her face for any inclination that she was guilty of any thing.

The question threw her for more than one reason. “She was my foster mother before I joined up with the Reapers.” That they’d gone through her phone was a scary thing but she had put Rafe’s phone number under Miss Marlene so if he called or texted it wouldn’t look suspicious. Thank goodness he never texted anything sexual because that would have been hard to explain.

“I thought you came to us because your mother was going to sell you to some slave traders and Dustin the old prez found out about it. He said that he’d saved you from a drug deal gone bad and then again from a mother who was trying to trade you for dope.” Joe rattled off the facts of her mother’s treachery in front of everyone.

Emma hadn’t known that. “Are you saying that Dustin had my mother killed?” This man was full of bombs today and she felt each one like a physical punch. How had all this been going on and she not even know it?

“Don’t you think it’s odd that she was shot while you both huddled in the corner and only she was killed?” Joe didn’t look smug, he actually looked at her as if he’d just come to the realization she didn’t know the reason she had been brought here.

She hadn’t really thought about it when the men had come in and her mother was terrified. When the woman who was the opposite of touchy feely pulled her in for a hug Emma was just so happy to be held in her mother’s arms. She didn’t even mind the stench of her unwashed skin and the odor of desperation that her mother always wore like a shroud. She’d thought she was trying to save her although it felt like she was more exposed than her. Never did she think her mother was trying to sell her off and felt more naive that she’d ever had. The time she’d spent in agony that her mother, her one and only relative, was gone seemed tarnished and sullied.

“I guess I didn’t really think about it.” Her voice was barely heard in the room that had now quieted from the grumbling but was far from silent.

“Dustin McKinney brought you in here because he knew what it was like to be done dirty by your flesh and blood. It would be a shame if you took something our brother did, like bring you here when you had no where to go and no family to call your own, and turn on us with the enemy.”

Emma didn’t know what to say about that. The bottom of her world had just been taken away and she felt like she was in free fall. Her only family had tried to sell her out and these people who she thought were just like family looked like they could kill her where she stood. So maybe family wasn’t what she thought it was.

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you. My story has been the same for the last few weeks but still you bring me in here to question me.” She had to think about what was going on with her and her life. Maybe she had the wrong thoughts about family and maybe she shouldn’t be looking to be a part of one.

“Getting back to Miss Marlene… since she’s the one you text the most we thought we’d like to meet her. We sent her a text and you asked her for help. We will see what comes of that.”

Emma nodded but what felt like a lead ball of fear was heavy in her stomach. They had picked the right one and if what they were saying was true, Rafe had been texted and they’d made it seem like she was in danger. Her only solace is that she doubted that he would come for her. As hard as it was to feel like he wasn’t going to be able to protect her and wouldn’t come to her when she called it would be better if he didn’t because they wanted to see him dead.

“I’d like to see her again.” It was all Emma could say, because even as her mind swirled and twirled she knew there was nothing she could do about any of this. She couldn’t warn him and she couldn’t save herself. Whatever would be…would be. That’s what Miss Marlene would say all the time and that was the truest thing in the world right now.

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE

Where the hell was everyone? Rafe pulled into town and it seemed like everyone had taken a vacation. It wasn’t that early in the morning so everyone wasn’t asleep. The club house was quiet but the door was open. It took him a second to decide to go in, but he was armed and his internal alarms hadn’t gone off yet. He walked through the front door and thought he heard something back by the bar on the other side of the large room.

Suddenly Tim ‘Fire power’ Owens stood up from behind the counter. It took him a minute to put together what his eyes were telling him it appeared because the overly friendly man stood there with a frown on his face. Suddenly his face lit up like it normally did when he saw someone he knew.

“Well hot damn, if it isn’t Rafe ‘The Lucky One’. Where the hell have you been hanging out?” Tim must have finally recognized him and the smile was back in place.

“It’s a long story, my man, but I’m back and now I’m wondering why it’s so dead here.” Rafe wanted some answers about what had been happening and what was going on in the club he was supposed to help run.

“It was a late night because we finally got the guns to sell to the Haitians but when we got there it seemed there was a problem with the Reapers. They’ve been everywhere we’ve been and they’re looking for you. Mean and nasty group of men but they’re saying you killed one of theirs and they want blood. We’ve had fights here and there but they’ve fucked up one of our big sells now so after the botched delivery and a knock down drag out fight we came back here to figure out how to get those bitches back.” Tim seemed quite lively with his conversation but he knew there was some pain and anger behind his words.

Rafe hadn’t ever seen Tim this worked up about anything, but it must have been serious since he was.

“They say you were with one of their club girls Emma and you were both in cahoots. Planning and plotting to off her old man who was also one of their big financial people. I think that’s why they’re trying to fuck up our money, because theirs has hit the shitter.”

“Is that what they’re saying?” Rafe wanted to talk to Aaron, the president of the Mountain Tribesmen, before he gave information to Tim. It was just a chain of command thing because he liked Tim and wanted to set him at ease that his friend wasn’t the one that had stirred up this pot of shit but that wasn’t exactly true.

Tim just nodded and looked like he was waiting for a full confession but gave up after a few seconds when he realized that wasn’t going to be coming any time soon.

“There’s that room in the back hall that’s empty if you wanted to shower and change. You look like hell. I don’t know where you were but it must have been a good drive away.”

“Thanks, Tim.” Rafe walked off to get cleaned up and maybe a bit of rest. It was funny that a few hours ago he felt like he’d had so much sleep he’d be awake for days and now with all the thoughts of Emma needing help and the Reapers starting shit with his crew he was drained.

It was his idea to have a couple of rooms for people who either couldn’t go home looking like they’d been in a bar fight or covered with some substance they didn’t want to take to their home. There were extra clothes in all the rooms that weren’t bedrooms and this room had a bathroom in it. A quick shower and sleep would be the best for him right now. Then with a clear head he could talk to Aaron about what had happened and also find Fat J who had better been able to come up with a plan because he needed it like yesterday.

Lying in the creaky twin bed felt good after his shave and shower. He was almost a new man. Now if he could just get some sleep and complete the rest of his plan he would consider today a great day. As his body started to relax he couldn’t get his slightly swelling cock to agree that it was time to settle down and fall asleep.

With Emma on his mind so much it wasn’t long before his mind started to stray to her soft, wet, warm mouth and juicy pussy. The thought definitely didn’t help his semi chub in fact it made him grow to a full on woody. Damn it. He’d have to take care of that if he wanted to get some shut eye. It’s not like he hadn’t done it since he’d left but with just the thought of Emma being nearby made him randier than a teenager after his first fuck.

He slept naked and thought it best to just quickly take care of himself, but as soon as he took his cock in his palm he decided he wanted to stroke it slow like Emma liked to do. Damn that girl was good with his cock. She had many speeds and he’d liked when she used each and every one of them. Sometimes he swore she was trying to get him to make noise or tell her to hurry the hell up but each time he waited patiently to see what she wanted to do. As long as he came it didn’t matter to him if she wanted to use her mouth, her hand, her pussy or any combination of the three. His hand was nowhere near as soft as hers was but he could use his imagination. Unfortunately, when he thought of her with his imagination it made a slow leisurely pace hard to stick to. He wanted to thrust hard into her pussy or wrap his fingers in her hair and slide his cock in and out of the wetness.

Stroking up and down a bit more quickly he could almost see her looking up at him evaluating if she should do it harder and faster or if she should slow down. His balls were bouncing with the speed of his stroke because he couldn’t seem to calm down and then they seemed to draw up a bit. This was going to be a messy one, because he had gotten off a few times while he was on the run but it wasn’t the same. Maybe because he didn’t like being on the run, or maybe because he wanted to come with Emma. Either way it wasn’t as good so he didn’t do it as often as he could have.

He spread his legs apart and thought about Emma’s full soft tits and how that hard nipple felt in his mouth. That was enough to get him to squirt and spurt all over his chest and he swore he heard Emma’s name come across his lips at the first signs of eruption. After he’d choked all of his seed out of his monster he was really ready to sleep. He picked up his towel and cleaned himself off before throwing it on the floor. His last thought was that there had to be a way to make this right and for this to end the way he wanted it to. With him and Emma together and everyone else off their back.