CHAOS (A Lords of Sin MC Novel) (Motorcycle Club Bad Boy Romance) (13 page)

“Uh-huh. We can’t have anymore stunts like that. The prez was already giving me fuzz about you being there, he didn’t like it one bit.”

“Why? I’ve never done anything wrong before.”

“I know, but that shit with Princess and now this. He’s not exactly looking at the bright side of things. You heard anymore from our good ole Sergeant, Matty?”

“How cute. Don’t be a jackass. And yes, I have—a little too much actually.”

“What’s goin’ on?”

“I think he’s watching me or something, Chaos. He came to the lab today giving me this high and mighty speech about trying to be the hero and told me that he knows everything that goes on in his town. He…kinda freaked me out.”

“That fucker!” his jaw tightened, exposing all the veins in his thick neck. “If he knows so fucking much, then why hasn’t he solved these murders?”

“Exactly.” I poured myself another screwdriver. “Want one?”

“I’ll take it neat. I don’t need that sugary orange juice shit watering down my drinks.”

We sat around talking about the different possibilities of who might be behind all of this. Even though some of the MC members weren’t fully on board with the coalition, it was apparent that they weren’t involved in the murders since all three groups seemed dedicated to the cause in finding out who was responsible. Listening to him go on about the church meeting, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he’d called me his old lady when he was bashing that guy’s face in. The room suddenly felt hot, my palms were sweaty, and my heart skipped a beat as I mustered the courage to talk to him about it.
Don’t do it, Raven. He may have only said that out of rage and anger when he thought that guy was assaulting you.
Butterflies stirred in my stomach as I thought about him owning me. I’d never considered becoming his
property
before, but hearing him say it aloud made my skin prickle. Snapping his fingers, he brought me out of my trance.

“Hey! You listenin’ or what, babe?”

“Y…yeah, sorry.” Biting my lip, I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath, exhaling as I blurted it out. “Did you really mean it when you said I was your old lady?”

I gotta be honest, I’d conceded to his terms and domination, but being his old lady was on a whole different level. Everyone knew who Chaos was, he was the bad ass who turned heads when his bike roared down the street or when he stepped foot inside a bar. Being claimed by him was what most girls only dreamed about.

“That’s right. You’re worthy of being an old lady—
my
old lady. You sure as hell always have my back, and you’ve been working your ass off to prove that you stand behind the MC. I know Duke might not see it now and hell, maybe even a couple of the other guys, but I know it and that’s all that counts. Fuck what they say or think, you’re
mine!”

Hearing him say those words meant more to me than I ever thought they would. Leaning over, I planted my lips on his, kissing him long and deep. Pulling me on to him, his slid his finger inside my panties and sank it deep into my dripping pussy. Growling as I bit his neck, he fingered me harder as he thumbed my clit.
Jesus, this man knows exactly how to push my fucking buttons.
Without missing a beat, he picked me up and carried me to my bed, our kisses becoming sloppy as we ripped each other’s clothes off. My hand slid down his ripped pecs and abs as I started undoing his jeans that loosely hung off his sculpted hips. His hard swollen cock jolted out of his boxers when he kicked them to the side. Pre-cum was already pooling at his tip as I took him into my mouth. His massive hand wrapped around my throat as he pulled me up off the bed. Pushing my body against the wall he plowed his luscious dick right into me. Using his free hand to pin me against the wall while keeping a tight grip on my throat, he delivered one heart stopping thrust after another. No matter how much I wanted to fight the urge to cum, I couldn’t stop myself. Raw, hot, animal sex pushed me to the big ‘O’ as the walls of my pussy grabbed hold of him with a death grip. With one final lunge, he pressed hard and firm against my G-spot and held it there. Feeling the head of his cock swelling and pulsating, I had the biggest orgasm of my life. Cumming together, he held me firmly against the wall until he drained every last drop of cum from his balls deep into my womb.

“That pussy is
mine!”
his deep voice rumbled in my ear as he took one final lunge before he pulled out.

§

Everything felt as though it were a dream until the cold, hard reality brought me back down to earth when I walked into the lab. The look on Amber’s face told me that today wasn’t going to be a good day. Before I could put my purse away, Matty was in my office barraging me with questions.

“You been in the lab yet?”

“I’m still holding my purse. What do you think?”

My tone was hostile but only because I was tired of playing his games. Chaos had filled me in on plenty of tidbits about Matty to make me realize there was another side of him—one I didn’t like. Before I’d started talking to Troy, I thought Matty was the sweetest guy on earth, even though I’d friend-zoned him right off the bat. Knowing what I know now, he just seemed like a creep. An annoying creep who was obsessed with me. Even though I couldn’t prove that he was watching me or following me, I got the sense that he knew more about my personal life than he had any right to know.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to get settled in. See you in the lab.” His cocky poise and nonchalant demeanor pissed me off.

“Gee, thanks.”

Sliding my purse into my bottom desk drawer, I saw the red light flashing on my office phone indicating I had a voicemail.
I’m gonna take my sweet ass time getting out to the lab, Matty. Kiss my ass.
I plopped down in my tall, sleek office chair as I removed the phone from the receiver and pressed one on the keypad before entering my pass code. Listening to the automated operator saying, “You have one new voicemail. Press three to hear the message or press one to return to the main menu,” irritated me more than usual. I punched the number three and listened to a raspy voice leave a chilling message.

“Look bitch, I don’t know who you think you are but there’s no such thing as playing both sides of the fence,” he hissed. “Better mind your business before you end up in one of those body bags.”

Oh my God.
Every hair on my body stood on end. It felt like I was in an electric forcefield. Not realizing I’d been holding my breath, I gasped for air as my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. This shit was scaring me. After collecting myself for a few moments, I dialed my voicemail again and replayed the message. There was no telling who it was; I didn’t recognize the voice.
Shit. I gotta tell somebody.
But who was I going to tell? I was torn between telling Matty, the man behind the badge or telling Chaos, the man behind the patch. If I tell Matty, maybe he can trace the call and it’d give him some insight who’s behind this—which obviously isn’t his prime suspect, Troy. On the other hand, I trusted Troy with my life more than I would ever trust Matty—cop or not. If Chaos knew about the message, he’d start an investigation of his own, and I had more faith in him finding whoever did this than letting Matty.

A sudden knock on my office door startled me as I grabbed onto my desk.
What the hell is grabbing hold of the ledge of this heavy desk going to do? Save me from catching a bullet?
“Come in.”

“Sorry to bother you, but Matty won’t leave the lab until you come in.”

“Amber, who was here when you came in this morning?”

“Just Mr. Evans. He was making copies of death certificates for the guy’s family who died from that drug overdose last week. Why?”

“What time did Matty come in?”

“About 10 minutes before you.” She stared at me. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.” I replayed the message one more time so I’d have the option to listen to the time stamp that it was left on my voicemail. The automated voice system replied, “Message left at 1:58 AM, today.”
I better get my ass out there.
Saving the message in my voicemail, I put on my lab jacket and marched into the lab.

Matty was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, holding a cup of coffee as usual. Amber was busy setting up the cart with instruments for the autopsy; a body bag already on the table, our first autopsy of the day.

“I’ll let you get to work before I say anything.” Matty sipped his coffee slowly, letting it gurgle as he drank it.
God I wish that it’d dribble down the front of his shirt and burn the shit out of him.

Unzipping the bag, I almost fell flat on my ass when I saw who it was. His signature hair gave him away. Closing my eyes, I silently prayed that I was wrong.
Oh please don’t let it be him.
Folding back the top of the body bag, I realized it was him instantly. Wearing his cut, his hair was a matted bloody mess. I stepped away from the table, trying to catch my breath before I fainted and hit the floor.

Chaper 10: Chaos

The prez had been blowing up my phone the whole time I was at Raven’s house. I knew it’d piss him off that I was ignoring him, but I had more important things on my mind like dipping into her sweet honey pot. Besides, I knew he was still pissed at me from the night before. Had I known that her friend was giving the guy head, I wouldn’t have been a cock block. But with Princess pulling her shit, there was no telling who she told what to. I was only protecting what was mine. After I left her place, I headed straight to the clubhouse. When I walked in, everyone was gathered around the table, waiting on me for church to start.

“About fucking time you got here.” Duke’s voice commanded the room’s attention. All eyes were on me. “As the enforcer, I expect you to answer every damned call that I
ever
make to you.” He turned his attention to the rest of the MC. “Now that our Sergeant-at-Arms is here, we can go ahead and get started.” He waved his hand at my chair, demanding I take a seat.

I lit up a smoke as the meeting got underway. Judging by the look on his face and the tone of his voice, I knew we were gonna be here a while. Lecturing us about my mishap the night before, he moved onto more pressing matters. One of the guys from the Chargers had heard some news on the street that was of interest to all of the clubs.

“Where’d he hear this shit from?” I interrupted the prez.

“Let me finish!” he snapped.

Listening to him go on, the prez went on to explain that one of their big-time buyers overheard one of his cronies talking about a new MC that was trying to make headway in our area.

“That doesn’t mean they’re behind these killings. You gonna believe a bunch of dope heads?”

Zipper, our veep, shot a look at me that said shut the fuck up, but I wasn’t backing down. If this new MC, the Dirty Dozen as they were calling themselves, was behind this, I wanted a piece of them first.

“Sometimes word on the street is the wisest. The cops aren’t any closer to cracking the case and neither are we.” He looked down his nose at me as he snarled his upper lip. “Unless that crypt keeper old lady of yours has shed any new light on the situation.”

Never in my life have I wanted to punch our prez in the throat until he said that last sentence that came out of his yellow-stained teeth.

“She’s not a fucking crypt keeper. My old lady said the cop’s keeping her out of the loop with the investigations. He got wind that me and her were a thing so now he’s operating on his own.”

“We’ll need to do some investigating of our own. If the Dirty Dozen is behind this, we’ll wanna get to ‘em before the law does. Veep, this is your cue.”

Zipper looked around the table, ensuring he had everyone’s attention. “Duke’s right. Now from what I was able to dig up on these guys is that they’re based out of Shaver Lake. After doing some research on these guys, looks like they’ve killed quite a few men before and dumped their bodies in the water near their clubhouse. Local law enforcement in their area has never been able to pin a murder on ‘em though, because by the time the bodies wash up—if they wash up—they can’t determine cause of death, and any evidence was cleaned up. If that’s who we’re dealing with, they’re some slick motherfuckers.”

“And you’ve been able to confirm that they wanna set up shop here?”

This was the first time I’d ever heard of a new MC wanting to relocate to Fresno. Everyone knew that we had worked out deals with the Chargers and Warriors and this wasn’t a free territory. If they were going to try to set up shop here, they’d better clear it with all three of the local area MCs and bring something to the table that would be worth our while. And I still didn’t have that warm cozy feeling that their info was on the up-and-up.