Page 10 of Royal's Reign
Revenge is sweet… and sticky.
Chapter
Four
Royal
To say it’s been a hell of a week is an understatement. We are still struggling to get to the bottom of the threat to Giorgia and who is behind it, which is not good. Especially seeing how we’ve been receiving written messages addressed to her not only at her apartment, which fortunately the landlord had agreed to pass mail to Grinder, but the clubhouse too. Fortunately, we’ve been able to intercept them because to be honest, what had started as light-hearted notes asking for a meeting to chat, had become dark very quickly, with threats that had both Grinder and I enraged beyond belief. This confirmed that the threat was real and that, whoever this crew were, they weren’t going to go down easy. Until we can identify who we are dealing with, the only plan we hadwas to find out who they are, where they hang out, and of course to keep Gio safe.
Which meant she was still invading my space. Which hadn’t been much of an issue at first. Even after Grinder had walked in on us, now that was a close call, I’d had a hard word with myself, and was confident I could keep my control and distance. This girl… this fucking temptress. When I’d open my drawers to grab a clean shirt, the sweet sex smell had hit my senses, my dick instantly rousing before I’d even caught sight of what could only be her dried cum, coating the used garment. Normally the mess would have me raging, but instantly I’d gripped a hold of the defiled fabric and brought it to my face. God, she smells like heaven, sex and all the filthy sexual acts I have dreamed about doing to her perfect body. It was a good thing that, at the time, Grinder had been on the other side of the bedroom door having coffee with his sister, otherwise I’d have fucked her, tasted her and taken everything that I needed without regret. Instead, I’d grabbed a bag and stuffed it with clothes, including the one smelling of her. I try to keep out of the apartment as much as possible, only returning late to crash on the couch to ensure she felt safe. I’d wash and dress in one of the spare rooms where temptation wasn’t too close for comfort, but she’s like a powerful magnet, and many a time I find myself being drawn back, putting me into the temptation zone.
It had only been right that after the first two days, we gave Gio more freedom within the clubgrounds, so she was no longer confined to my quarters and could move around the place. Even then I found myself stalking her in case one of my brothers makes a move on her.
Not that Grinder hadn’t once again made it clear to them all that simply smiling at her the wrong way, and he’ll have them by the balls. All in all, the men had been on their best behavior. Even the girls have been treating her with a level of respect and, might I say, befriended her.
To make matters worse, Gio had made it clear that she needed to get back to work, otherwise she’d be at risk of losing her job. Gio didn’t particularly like her job, but she needed the money until the right job came along for her. Which meant we would need to provide security to ensure her safety. The timing wasn’t great as, relatively speaking, Tampa is only a small chapter, and we’re already stretched to the max.
The last shipment of gear we’d picked up for our usual client had been reported back as inferior quality, and the guy was far from pleased. Which means I need to be on the next run. Which also means I won’t have eyes on Gio, or be close in case those bastards finally make their move.
The supplier is fucking with us, and that ain’t happening. As president of this club, it’s imperative that I’m there to make it clear they can’t fuck with the Saints.
We leave this afternoon, and I have no other option but to take the majority of my brothers withme. Which means leaving Gio here with only Forger, Ink, the two prospects, and Chasm, the club’s chaplain. A few of the club girls will be around too, but they’ve been given the hard word not to be a distraction. For that reason, I hunt Gio down. I find her in the kitchen with Ria talking shit about car suspension.
“You’ve got an issue with your car, Ria?” I interrupt them.
“Not sure, but this girl here, whoosh, she knows her stuff when it comes to motors.” She replies wide-eyed and in awe of our temporary guest.
“Really?” I raise a brow. “Well, isn’t she full of surprises?” I turn my attention to Gio. “Have you got a minute? I need a word.”
“Sure, what’s up?” She pushes up from the counter she was resting on and walks towards me.
“There’s a bunch of us heading out. Won’t be back for a couple of hours.”
“O…K… and you’re telling me why?” she tilts her head to one side.
“I need you to stay upstairs, out of the way until we get back.” She wrinkles her nose at me. “It’s a couple of hours, Gio, no big deal, and Grinder will be less of an asshole if he knows you’re safely tucked away up there.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?” She looks at me with enormous eyes as if I’m stupid, waiting for me to stop avoiding and answer her question. “If Grinders happy, I’m happy.” I respond without speaking my truth, which isthat if I had my way, she’d be locked in my room with a dozen armed guards to secure her safety.
“Alright,” she huffs. “But as soon as you get back, you come get me and you can get me a drink in the bar.”
“The clubhouse bar is free.” I shake my head at her. “You can get a drink whenever you want.”
“I know that, but seeing how despite you avoiding me for the past few days, I’m going to do as you wish, so at least you can sit and have a drink with me. Deal?”
“Deal,” I laugh. “Now get your ass upstairs and make sure both locks are secure.”
She gives Ria a little wave, then I follow her, watching her until she’s at the top of the stairs and closing the door behind her.
“Time to roll out,” I shout across the common room where my brothers are all waiting. One by one, they get to their feet and make their way outside.
“All sorted with Gio?” Grinder asks as he falls into step beside me as we move towards our rides.
“She is. Ink is stayed behind to keep guard on the entrance. Forger is still working on the identities of the two guys from the other night. He’s close, so I told him to keep working on it but to be on guard. Chasm is staying back too.”
“Good,” Grinder nods. He’s not happy about the lack of cover, but he understands the need to man up for our little tete-a-tete with the supplier. “Let’s get out of here. The sooner we get this done. The quicker we get back.”
