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Fuck.

“Harder,” I said as I filled her roughly. “Play with your pussy harder. Until you’re fucking delirious. Do it.”

She let out a choked breath and moved her hand harder, faster.

I fucked her ass harder as well, and when I felt her tremble violently against me, knowing she was close, I let go.

I filled her asshole with my cum.

She screamed when she came, shaking the entire house.

I pulled out once I finished, watching the white substance pour out of her and down to her pussy, and her legs. The sight was almost too much for me to handle.

I lay down on the bed, wrapping her shaky body in my arms, and buried my face in her neck.

Fuck me, but I loved this girl in my arms beyond reason.

24

DOMINIC

I didn’t tellEmmy I was leaving for Las Vegas.

I didn’t want her to worry, and hopefully, I would be able to find the piece of shit who hurt my girl easily enough.

I met up with Micah on our bikes at the state line, and after catching him up with everything, we left for the decent two-story house just outside Las Vegas.

I looked around at the nice suburban neighborhood as Micah pulled up beside me.

“You want me to come in with you?”

I shook my head. “No, just keep watch and let me know if there’s anything unusual around.”

He nodded, and I hopped off my bike, stepping up to the porch and ringing the doorbell.

I waited for a moment, and when no one came to the door, I looked back at Micah. Someone was home. Unluckily for them, I came prepared.

Pulling out a lock-picking kit from my pocket, I knelt and played around with the doorknob a bit before I heard a click. I turned it and pushed the door open, looking into a house that had obviously been professionally decorated.

This entire neighborhood screamed money, so it probably wouldn’t be long before someone noticed two bikers who obviously didn’t belong.

I walked in and closed the door behind me. A scuffling noise in the back near the kitchen caught my attention, and I quickly walked over, finding two older couples trying to sneak out.

“I wouldn’t,” I said, making them flinch.

The man turned to me and pushed his wife behind him. I watched with some amusement.

“We don’t have anything you want. Okay? We’ve retired and we don’t get into the Sons of War business, so leave us alone.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I wouldn’t say you don’t have something I want. And I’m insulted. Do I look like those cockroaches from the Sons of War?”

The man visibly blanched as he took in my outfit. I wasn’t wearing my cut since I didn’t want to make my presence known in Las Vegas. I had it safely stored in the back of my bike for later because when I destroyed the fucking chapter, I wanted them to know who the fuck was doing it.

“Who are you?” he asked, backing further toward the door. Any more, and he would be pressing his wife into it.

“That’s not important,” I said. “Where is your son?”

John Sr. looked around. “We don’t have anything to do with him anymore.”

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