Page 30 of Reconciling the Consequences

Another unusual piece. The suit was usually calm and collected, suave and gentlemanly whenever Marcos caught a glimpse of the guy. He was tall and lean, with blond hair and striking blue eyes, always cleanly put together, always in clothes that looked like they just came off a runway model.

Every time Marcos saw him he thought he looked familiar, but Marcos couldn’t place him.

Buckley never shared his name, just said he was an old Marine buddy, but Marcos and his boys started referring to him as El Diablo. On the few occasions they’d actually crossed paths, the look of utter disdain the man would throw at them would send anyone running for the hills. Marcos even got a shiver down his spine at the sheer hatred in the man’s gaze when he stared him down. There was something utterly wrong with the man.

“He will be.” Buckley grunted. “Trust me, I want him dead just as much as you do, counselor. After all the shit he put me through overseas and my dishonorable discharge…” Butcher spat. “I’ll make sure he’s dead even if I end up doing it myself.”

“The whole point of hiring the damn Snakes is so this doesn’t fall back on either one of us, Larry,” the suit snapped.

“I fucking know that, Vincent!” Buckley growled. “I just need a little more time. My VP has been sniffing around. I’ll distract him and get it taken care of. You have my word, brother,” Buckley vowed.

There was a slap of hands clapping together, likely to shake, before El Diablo spoke again. “I’ll hold you to that, Butcher,” El Diablo warned.

Chairs scuffed the floor after that. Marcos quickly walked away, as it sounded like the meeting had come to a close. He had to find Jason and Nico, tell them what he’d heard.

Not only had he gotten a first name, Vincent, but he knew the man was a lawyer and trying to frame King Taylor of the Ravager Knights for something. And Buckley and Vincent were hoping to use Las Serpientes to kill him for them, probably while he was locked up in county.

Themorningofthefuneral dawned bright and early. It was overcast, but the forecast said they were safe from rain. Kara had asked if they would postpone due to rain, and Johnny had shaken his head. They would continue, rain or shine.

Kara hadn’t known what to wear. While most of her fancy clothing had been ruined in the fire, she still had several bags in her car of spared clothing that needed to be dropped off at the dry cleaner’s along with a load that had been at the dry cleaner’s at the time of the fire. Now everything she owned was either hanging up in Johnny’s large walk-in closet or in dresser drawers next to his clothing.

Johnny helped her pick out a black dress from her clothes. The guys had gone shopping for boots for her. Derrick came back with two options in two different sizes and told her to keep what fit and he would return the rest. He had a knee-high pair of high-heeled boots that were covered in zippers and studs and lookedfucking hot. He’d also found a shorter version of them, slightly toned down but still badass, without a heel.

It turned out the high-heeled boots helped her walk with her bad knee. The black dress she wore was a simple black cotton wrap dress that hugged her curves but was still conservative enough for the office. Paired with the knee-high boots, it suddenly looked downrightindecent, though she knew it would be alright.

She somehow managed to do her makeup herself that morning. Johnny had warned her not to cover her bruises too much, though. The club knew what had happened to her—they knew Johnny had failed to protect her from the attack. It wouldn’t look right if she was too healed after not quite two weeks.

She had been healing, though. The bruising on her face was turning all the lovely colors of the rainbow. The black had turned to a bluish purple, with the edges fading to a yellowish green.

Derrick had been a doll and helped her straighten her long curly hair. Thankfully, he was used to dealing with long hair, as he had his own mane of thick locks. He did good work, and Kara was happy to be looking mostly herself once he was done.

The dress hit midthigh, and the boots ended below the knee, showing off the scarring and bruising on her knee. Add in the bright pink cast and the scar through her tattoos, and Kara looked like a badass fucked-up Barbie.

“Hot as fuck, Princess.” Johnny groaned when she walked down the stairs to find them waiting in the living room for her.

Her men were all in black. Black button-down shirts, black jeans and boots, with their black leather cuts. Fresh haircuts for Kevin and Johnny, and Kevin had shaved that morning.

Kara still wasn’t over the fact that Johnny had buzzed his head after she had wrapped her fingers in his locks and used them to hold his head to her cunt. She’d lay into him about it tomorrow, though. Today she would appreciate how sexy her men looked all cleaned up.

She smiled at the three of them and pressed among them. They surrounded her, pulling her against their hard bodies. She leaned back against Derrick, who immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her neck. She reached out to grab Johnny’s and Kevin’s hands, holding them in hers. Kevin was gentle with her casted hand, linking their fingers together.

“You’re gonna ride in the truck with Derrick. We already dropped his bike by the shop. We’ll spend the day at the clubhouse,” Johnny explained. “You’ll spend most of the day with the women, helping out in the kitchen and organizing everything. We still have our out-of-town guests here, and even more have shown up for the funeral. Rachet was a well-known brother. He had a lot of friends, and he was murdered in cold blood by a rival gang.”

“When you say, I’ll be with the women most of the day…” she started, squeezing their fingers, “I don’t mind that, I really don’t. But if I come up to you while you are surrounded by your brothers, strangers to me…” she trailed off, trying to choose her words wisely.

“You come up to any one of us anytime you fucking want, Princess.” Johnny growled and pressed closer to her.

“You don’t even have to spend the day with the women if you don’t want to,” Kevin added.

“You could sit on my lap all day in front of my brothers; I wouldn’t mind it one bit.” Derrick breathed against her neck.

She smiled slowly. “So PDA isn’t too much for you big, bad bikers then?”

Kevin captured her lips before Johnny could. He pushed her back against Derrick. Derrick sucked an open-mouthed kiss into the sweet spot on the right side of her neck. When Johnny pressed against her side and sucked his own open-mouthed kiss to the left side of her neck, she moaned into Kevin’s mouth.

She broke away from Kevin, breathless. She shrugged Johnny and Derrick off of her and groaned. “Fuck, don’t get me all worked up before we leave.”

Their laughter was deep and rumbled through her, her pussy clenching as they slowly pulled away. The heat of their hands burned into her skin. She bit back the whine in her throat and swallowed thickly. “Assholes,” she snapped and walked toward the door.

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