The Possibility of Trey (30 page)

As soon as he felt the men had everything under control, he did a chin lift to Bishop and cocked his head at one of the doors at the back. Grabbing two brothers, he joined Trey before following him to the rear of the shoddy room.

Trey could hear two or three voices coming through the door as he stealthily turned the knob then threw the door open hearing it bang against the far wall. His boys were all over the two fuckers sitting in front of a large desk but Trey only had eyes for the man on the other side of it.

"Since you didn't seem to understand me in our earlier phone convo," he started. "Thought I'd make a personal visit."

Almost as tall as Trey and reed thin, Rodriguez had partially stood when the Hellions barreled through his office door. But at Trey's words, he sat back down and seemed to relax. "Mr. Jackson, I presume?"

Trey didn't bother to respond as he lowered himself into one of the recently vacated chairs.

"As stated, I know nothing of Hellion's problems and, quite frankly, couldn't care less. So you have wasted a trip."

"Oh, I'm not here about the recovery of my property. That was already accomplished this afternoon." Trey saw a small flare in the black eyes of the other president as well a tiny tic in one of the man's swarthy, acne-scarred cheeks. "No, this social call is for vengeance, pure and simple."

"How can you avenge something the Ghost's have had no involvement in?"

"Please, Rodriguez. Playing dumb doesn't become you. Your boys snatched my property in full daylight and within full view of a gaggle of soccer moms. And they were stupid enough to be wearing their cuts. Now, you want to try that again?" Trey kept his eyes trained on the other man, watching each shift in posture, every twitch of his shoulders. Bishop had said that Ghost's president had a way with a blade and those fuckers could be tricky.

"I will repeat it again since you do not seem to understand. The Ghosts…" Trey saw the other man's sharp jerk and Trey yanked his chair to the side until it toppled. The whiz and reverberation of the knife as it embedded itself into the wall behind him sounded loud in the quiet room. Which was quickly followed by the snick of Hellion guns being cocked as Trey righted himself.

"Oh, goody," he breathed, his glare dead on the other man's eyes. "You like to play rough!" Trey planted his hands on the desktop going up and over feet first to plow his boots into Rodriguez's face. There was the satisfying crunch under his right boot and the man's fancy office chair rolled backward, crashing into the back wall.

As the chair rebounded to where Trey stood, he bunched his fists and almost trance-like began to systemically use them.
Right hook, left jab, right uppercut with a left roundhouse,
Trey mentally named his punches as he worked Rodriguez over.

"Yo', Prez! Think you can stop now. No dead, remember?" Bishop's voice sounded very far away but still caught Trey's attention.

He stepped away from the bloody mangled mess he'd created and dragged a forearm across his mouth. Damn, but that had felt fucking good!

"Tie him up and let's get out of here," Trey mumbled, his blood still zinging in triumph.

"Fuck, here I was all ready for a good old school beat down and we cleared it in what? Fifteen minutes?" one of the newer members asked the room at large. Trey thought his name was Petey. Both the members in the room and the ones hanging by the door all laughed.

"Either we're that good or the Ghosts have no skills," Mile replied.

"Think it was both, amigo," Trey said as his body began to settle. "Good work. Now let's make tracks."

As the group made their way back to their bikes, Trey placed a call to Silo. "How'd you do?"

"Twenty-three minutes from start to finish. Five bleeders although nothing serious. Had to send Stay to ER when one fucker got brave and knifed him through the thigh. Cops arrived about five minutes ago and from my vantage point, they've called in almost the full force." The laughter in Silo's voice was hard to miss. "They've started rounding up the employees but the rest of the cops are fucking standing around, scratching their heads or whatever else they've got that itches. What's doing with Dare and Huff?"

"They're next on my list. Go ahead and send your crew home. Unless you hear differently, we'll meet tomorrow to swap stories." Trey heard Silo yell, "later" into phone before disconnecting.

He immediately called Dare. "What's doing?"

"Already done. Fatty and sis are down for the count and trussed to within an inch of their lives. Thought I'd have trouble messing up a female but you outta see this bitch, Trey. Except for the flabby fucking tits on her, you'd swear she was a he! The fucking shit outta her mouth alone made me want to take her out." Dare couldn't contain his chuckles at what had gone down.

"Let your troops go. We'll meet tomorrow with the others to fill each other in."

"Yeah, okay. But think I'm gonna, uhm, stick around here for a bit. January's supposed to come on in about fifteen," Dare hedged.

"Go get 'em, brother," Trey laughed into the phone.

He swung a leg over his hog and inserted the key.

Now to see to his girl.

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TM:
Am outside. Can u get door?

Yeah, I could. By using my hands as if they were in mittens I was able to do certain movements. I still couldn't feel them even though the shots had been hours ago.

Dasher:
Ok

I briefly had considered ignoring his text but thought maybe I'd maxed out my childish behavior account with him that day. I pushed off the bed and used the side edge of my hand to open the door's deadbolt before using my forearms to twist the knob.

He stepped through, one shoulder at a time and dropped an unexpected peck on my mouth as he entered before reengaging the locks.

"How you feeling, honey?" he asked, standing
way
too close.

"Okay, I guess. Still no feeling but the end of my fingers are pink, not purple." I held my hands up so he could see. After his nod, I went back to the bed.

"Did you get someone to do the massage like the doctor said?" Trey sat on the far side of the queen-sized mattress, his back to the low playing TV.

"Mom did it for me."

"When's the next one due?" he questioned, pulling out his cellphone.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "In a half-hour." I heard some beeps as he pushed buttons. Was he setting his cell's alarm?

His eyes came back to me as if to search my face but I dropped mine to prevent me from getting ensnared in his lethal gaze. I picked at a loose thread on the blanket as I waited for him to speak again. But instead of his voice, I heard the thud of a boot hitting the carpet. Why was he taking off his boots?

As soon as his socks were off, he stood and whipped his t-shirt away and then reached for the waistband of his jeans.

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked incredulously.

He paused to shoot me a glance. "Making fucking spaghetti. What the hell does it look like I'm doing?" He stripped down to his boxers and then pulled back the covers on his side of the bed to slide between them, bunching the pillows as he leaned against the headboard.

"You are
not
sleeping here!" I hissed, very aware my parents were just on the other side of the wall.

"Why? Where are we moving to?" The bastard yawned, actually yawned, after he spoke.

"For your information,
we broke up
. People that are
no longer together
do not sleep in the
same damn bed
!"

"Aren't you tired, Dallas? You've had a helluva day." He turned the lamp off on his side before rolling over and reaching for the one on mine. He was more on me than not and I waited for the light to extinguish and him to go back to his designated area of the mattress.

But he didn't. He stayed in position, his arm poised on the nightstand and his chest pressed against me. We were so close I could feel his breath against my cheek.

My heart started beating wildly and was felt in some very private places.

Traitor!
, my mind yelled.

Don't you ever shut up?
, my heart questioned.

His head slid down until his mouth was next to my ear as the light went out and his hand came to rest next to my head on the pillow.

"I know your still pissed, my Dallas. But it's been eleven days. Eleven long-assed motherfucking days without you. Which was ten days and twenty-two goddamn hours too long for us not to be together."

His mouth moved to kiss that sensitive patch just below and behind my ear. Luckily I was able to swallow my moan.

"You have shit to say, that you're gonna have to get out so we can get over this and get on with what we were doing, what we were building. But it's late, pretty girl. I'm wiped and you're tired. We start now we may say shit we don't mean but can't take back."

The man had a point.

"So just kiss me, honey. We'll work it out tomorrow and then we can get on with our regularly scheduled romance."

"We're having a romance?"

"Stop being cute and give me that sexy mouth, Dallas." His voice had changed from a deep purr to an erotic demanding growl.

Our mouth play led to him touching me in places that almost sobbed at the renewed feel of his hand and fingers. And then progressed to him reaching for his jeans to pull a condom out of his wallet.

"Stowing gloves when you need your ice cream to go?"

"Shut it, pretty girl. Unless it's your normal sexy talk, I don't want to hear it." He was stroking on the condom and I almost missed what he said so caught up was I in the vision before me outlined in the blue TV screen light.

"I don't talk during sex!"

His voice went up an octave. "Faster, harder, oh Trey, right there, it's so good, don't stop, et cetera, et cetera. Sound familiar?" His dimples were in evidence as he stretched out on top of me. "But my fucking favorite is the way you scream my name when you hit it. Bar fucking none, honey, that's the best!"

I figured kissing was the better part of valor and raised my mouth to his again.

Trey made a fast-food breakfast run they shared with her folks.

She'd explained her injuries as having been so shocked to see him, her ankles had caught on a tree root and caused her to fall. As lies went, it was pretty good in Trey's opinion.

When he was finished eating, Trey asked for permission to have Drake obtain his GED so he could enroll in the HC apprenticeship program. Which both Mary and Miller whole-heartedly gave. Trey then went on to describe the one bedroom condo next to the medical center available and the older couple seemed excited about having a place that would be just for the two of them. As well as relieved to not have to go back to their former home.

"Where will Dallas be?" Mary asked.

"At my house, which is only three blocks from the condo in the other direction," Trey caught Dallas's head shake which started only two words into his answer. He raised his eyebrows at her and she stopped right on cue although he was sure it cost her. But he knew she would hesitate to throw a hissy fit in front of her parents especially after all her fibs to them on why he hadn't been around.

They were in her room, in the bathroom where he was trying to give his girl a sponge bath in order to keep her dressings dry when he started the conversation. "I didn't know you were around or I wouldn't have let Bambi…"

"Is that her name? Bammbbeee?" Trey could've cut the sarcasm in her voice with a knife. When he didn't go on, Dallas's mouth continued. "So it was okay to do as long as I didn't damn well see it. Is that what you're saying?"

"No. That's not what I'm saying. I mean that's what came out of my mouth but that's not what I meant."

"Then goddamn say what you
mean
, Trey!"

He swallowed. She was gonna let him to hang himself with his own words so he decided to cut through the fucking shit and just get to it. "You work for the Hellions, but you don't know shit about HMC. It's a club, Dallas. A fucking biker club. Most rumors you've heard about the bed hopping and the partner swapping are true. I've been a biker all my life and have lived it by Hellion rules. When it comes to fucking, Hellions do
what
we want, with the
pussy
we want,
whenever
we want."

He glanced up from washing her arm and saw devastation in her beautiful face. But it couldn't be helped. If they were going to have a future together, she needed to understand the whole of it.

"Hellions fucking love to fuck! A bed and a closed door can be good but those back rooms fill up fast especially late at night or during parties. Some brothers can't wait. Others like watching or being watched. No one blinks or says shit when it goes down because everybody knows they can get in on the action if that's their pleasure." Trey moved to her other arm. "This is my life, Dallas. My way of living since I was thirteen. My way of using pussy when I had a need or the urge. And was all I knew until a brother gave me info about the civilian way of fucking with its lies, manipulations and petty jealousies."