Chapter 50 Your man.... He is losing his mind.
Viper
I hated being apart from my girl. I especially hated being away from her at another motorcycle club, stuck at one of their crazy parties. I watched Beast and Rockstar do their thing. Beast had some woman pinned to a wall, going at her hard. She had a stupid, dazed look on her face, spit running down her chin. She was completely out of it. Women always lost their minds over Beast’s dick. He was huge. Mine is over eight and a half inches and plenty thick, but Beast has to be pushing nine or ten. His is thicker too, not to mention the metal he has on it. I was not jealous. I know I can make my angel happy. But I was fucking thankful I found her before he did. I do not think I could have handled it if she got a taste for his cock. I looked across the Rough Riders clubhouse. Rockstar had his dick down some redhead’s throat. By the look on his face, she knew what she was doing.
I wished Catalina was here with me. I love to watch, and right now I had a hard-on that was trying to bust right through my jeans. I checked my phone again, hoping for a signal. The President of the Rough Riders said service was bad out here, so I kept looking. I knew if Butcher really needed us, he would just call the clubhouse phone. We had been here for three hours. We were supposed to be security for a drug move, but one of their brothers just got out of prison, so they threw a massive party instead.
“Hey there, handsome. You want some help with that problem you are packing?” I moved fast, stepping back before the blonde woman could put her hands on me.
“Sorry, sweetheart. My old lady would not like you touching me.”
“I do not see an old lady around. Besides, what she does not know will not hurt her.” She ran her hands over her chest and down the sides of her tight pink dress.
“I would know. And I would never cheat on her. She means more to me than anything in this world, and I am not going to ruin that.”
The blonde just stared at me for a long moment. Her eyes started to get wet.
“Are you about to cry?” I asked, completely thrown.
“No one has ever turned me down before. And that… that was the nicest thing anyone has ever said. She is a lucky woman.”
“No. I am the lucky one.”
“Shit. You are just so sweet,” she sniffed, then turned and walked away.
I am not sweet. I would kill a man without blinking. I would steal if I was told to. I would beat a man just for the fun of it. But when it comes to my girl, I do not play games.
I walked around, listening to bits of conversations. Some guys were joking with their brother who just got out. Two others were talking about making some women their old ladies.
“Hey, you hear about those two girls who took out some bank robbers in New York City today?”
My head snapped up at that question. I moved closer to the pool table to listen. That sounded like something I needed to hear.
“Nah, man, what happened?” the Rough Riders’ road captain asked, racking the balls.
“Two women took down three guys at a bank. Cops showed up too late, the girls had already handled it. These guys had hit three other banks. There is a video, look.” The guy pulled out his phone. I walked right up behind them and looked over their shoulders.
What I saw made my blood heat up for two different reasons. The first was rage. The bigger one was pure, raw want. There on the screen was my girl, and her sister, taking apart three men. I watched my Catalina drive her hand into one guy’s face, pick up his rifle, and knock him out with it. Then she shot another man right across the room. In the background, I could see Jenna choking the life out of the third one.
“What the fuck?” I roared. I yanked out my phone and saw I had a bar of service. I immediately called Catalina. It went straight to voicemail. I called Torque next. Voicemail again. I made a frustrated sound and called Butcher.
“Yeah, do not worry, she is fine. The lawyer handled it. No charges. Her and Jenna are in the clear.”
“Where is she right now?” I demanded. “She is not answering.”
“Jenna told Torque they were going shopping.”
“And you just let them go?” I yelled. People were starting to stare, so I pushed through the clubhouse door and went outside.
“I am not her babysitter, Rip. Watch your tone.”
“Sorry. I am just worried. She is not picking up!”
“I will have Torque find them. They said they would only be a couple of hours. Should be back soon. I will give them another hour.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
I hung up and looked at the sky. My girl found trouble no matter where she went. She was going to be the reason I died young.
“Arch your back a little. Part your lips just a bit. Now look at me like you want to fuck me,” Myra said, directing Jenna.
I had to laugh. Who knew Carrie’s mom talked like that? But she was a professional. I had never seen my sister look like this. She was beautiful. Sexy and full of heat.
“Torque is going to lose his mind. That pose is fucking hot,” I said.
We were done with my photos, and we were almost finished with Jenna’s.
After the mess at the bank, we gave our statements at the police station. The club’s lawyer came and made sure we did not get in trouble for killing two of those robbers. Turns out we did the city a favor. The detective on the case could not catch a break, and he was really grateful it was over. He said he only had six months until retirement and wanted the whole thing done.
Now here we were, getting these sexy pictures taken as a wedding gift for our men. That reminded me of something else I wanted to talk about.
“Jenna, when do you want to do the wedding?”
“Honestly, I thought we would be married by now. But with everything that happened between you and Viper, things got pushed back.”
I looked down. “Sorry.”
“Hey, I am just glad it all worked out. Why do not we talk to the guys? After we run Butcher’s errand tomorrow, let us take them out to dinner.”
“That is a great idea. They are always doing things for us. I will book a table somewhere nice. You think we can get them into something fancy?”
Jenna laughed loud. “I will bet you a hundred dollars the best we get is all black. Black jeans, black t-shirt, and their cuts. They will wear their boots, too.”
“Shit, you are probably right. Okay, I will take that bet. But no hints. We just tell them we are going somewhere nice and to dress up. Let us see what they come up with,” I said, smiling.
I made a reservation at Il Mulino Prime. It is my dad’s favorite restaurant. He says it is the closest thing to home.
“Perfect,” Jenna said.
“Arch your back more. Push your chest out. Now take your breasts in your hands and close your eyes. We want to capture a look of pure pleasure. Yes, just like that! Beautiful. Okay, we are all done. Let us get these loaded up so you can pick your favorites. I will edit them to make you pop, then make them into a little book. I will call you when it is ready. Should only take a couple of days,” Myra said.
Jenna and I got dressed and thanked her over and over. I could not wait to get that book and give it to Viper. Today turned out pretty good. I got to take down some stupid assholes, and I got my man’s wedding present. I just wished he was home, because I really needed a release. As Jenna drove us back to the clubhouse, an idea popped into my head.
The second we parked, I jumped out and told her I had to do something. I walked inside and Butcher called my name.
“Catalina, call your man. He is losing his mind.”
I just smiled. Oh, he was about to get a message. I went to our room and locked the door. I changed into a pink lace bra and panties. I put on sheer pink stockings. I set up my phone and started recording. When I was done, I sent the video to him. I laughed as I got off the bed and went to take a shower. I wished I could see his face when he opened that file. I was still giggling under the water. By the time I was done, I was tired. I laid down for a nap before dinner and fell asleep with a smile on my face.