Page 5 of Stonewall

I really need a good fuck; maybe when I get back to the clubhouse, Lexi is always up for a hard ride. I try and imagine that scenario, but my cock isn’t into it; it’s only rising for one woman right now, and I can’t have her. I’m not sure I can do a regular relationship with hearts and flowers; that shit isn’t me. I have a dark side and like to have sex hard and dirty. It’s why I usually stick with what’s available at the clubhouse. Brooke is only the second woman I have ever been tempted to go outside that.

And Brooke is married to another man. Not happily, I know, and if things work out, I will make her a widow. No woman should live under the fists of an abusive asshole. And I take great pleasure in serving retribution.

Her front door opens, and the dog runs out, followed by Gael laughing as he chases the dog. A minute later, Brooke appears, dressed for work, closing the door behind her. I watch as she walks Gael next door and ushers him into the woman’s house with a hug and kiss goodbye. Then, she walks over and gets into that death trap, pulling out.

I really don’t need to be following her, but I am. She’s like a magnet pulling me in her direction. I asked Shadow about just being upfront with Brooke, but he reasoned that the less she knew, the better for her safety. Once, Mouth and Cross were captured, Brooke would be told everything. I am only staying a few more days before I need to get back to work at Club Tattoo. I had appointments to keep. I have two other tattoo artists who worked for me, Gerri and English, who held down the shop while I was here. But I couldn’t be gone long.

I park at the very end of the parking lot, watch her park, and go into the bar. Brooke has the sexiest walk I have ever seen on a woman. Feminine and graceful with a sway to her hips that her high ponytail follows. I imagine my fist wrapping around that ponytail, pulling her head back so I can look into her expressive blue eyes as I fuck her hard from behind. I reached down to adjust my cock before getting out of my Jeep.

I can’t go in just yet, the bar doesn’t open until eleven, and it’s only a quarter till. So, I lean back against my Jeep and scroll through my phone. I look up as I hear motorcycles coming down the road; three bikes carrying Fire Dragons pull in and park. Two are the same men I saw yesterday. They walk in like they own the place. Maybe they do, fuck if I know. I start walking to the entrance when I hear it.

A man’s voice followed a slap. “You better not be lying to me bitch. Have you heard from Tildie? Don’t make me hurt the kid,” the man I assume to be Flex snarled.

“I’m not lying; how would Tildie contact me? She can’t hear or talk, you dumbass,” Brooke snarked, provoking Flex.

Why would she do that?

And sure enough, a hard slap sounded a second later. Before I knew what I was doing, I rounded the corner and grabbed Flex from behind. My fist connected with his head knocking him out cold, letting him fall to the ground, and giving him a hard kick to the ribs. Stupid motherfucker putting his hands on Brooke.

“What the hell? Lenny?” Brooke’s surprised voice filtered through my haze, stopping me from doing any more damage to Flex. That was my biggest problem.

Control.

I didn’t have it when it came to men like Flex. I only saw red. I saw my father in every one of these assholes. I looked down at the dark-haired middle-aged man who, by the looks of him, lived life hard, trying to gain back control from my fists that wanted to end him.

I felt soft hands touch my face. “Lenny, look at me,” her soft voice said. “You need to get out here before the others come out looking for Flex!” Brooke pleaded, her voice filled with urgency.

I looked into those crystal blue eyes, knowing she was right. They would kill me in a heartbeat. “I’m going, but promise me one thing?” I asked her, my eyes never leaving hers.

“What is it?”

“Do not ever provoke Flex like that again; trust me, one day he will take it too far and hurt you so bad you won’t come back from it. He will get his one day. Trust me on that. Got me?” I said, watching her bruised face closely as she answered.

Confusion crossed her face as she listened but said, “I got you, Lenny. I promise,” Brooke assured me. “Now go.”

With that promise, I turned and jogged back to my Jeep and drove out of the parking lot but stayed close by parking next door. I wanted to make sure those sorry excuses for men didn’t hurt Brooke and follow Flex when he left; he was asking about Tildie, which meant he had contact with Mouth and Cross. My body was still vibrating with anger at seeing Brooke abused.

Flex was a dead man.

I DIDN’T HAVEtime to dwell on what had just happened.I rushed inside, shouting for Goose, “Some man snuck up behind Flex and knocked him out,” I told him and Teller. I wasn’t too worried since Flex would back up my story. Goose and Teller wouldn’t think twice about raising a hand to me if they felt I hurt Flex.

“What the fuck, who was it?” Goose roared, jumping from his chair along with Teller to get outside.

“I don’t know; we were talking, and then the next thing I knew, Flex was on the ground,” I said, pretending to be worried when I didn’t give a shit.

Goose leaned over Flex, trying to rouse him. “Are you sure you didn’t hurt him, girlie?” he accused with narrowed eyes, causing Teller, who was every bit of three hundred pounds, to grab me by the arm and give me a shake.

I pulled away from Teller and mocked, “Really? Do I look like I could knock Flex out cold? Flex will back up my story when he comes to.”

“You better hope he does,” Goose snarled just as Flex started to moan as he started waking up. “Flex man, are you okay?” Goose asked, giving Flex a few smacks on the cheek.

Flex opened his eyes to a slit. “What the fuck happened?” he rasped, his hand going to his head.

“You tell us. Brooke said some man got the jump on you,” Teller told Flex.

Flex thought for a minute before saying, “Yeah, I was taking care of Brooke’s smart mouth when I was hit from behind.” Flex slowly sat up, leaning back on the building. “Who the fuck was it?” he asked, looking at me with his beady gray eyes.

“I don’t know; it happened so fast. He was older, tall, with brown hair long beard, and he was wearing a cut, but he backed away and ran so quickly I couldn’t make out what club he was out of.” I had no problem lying to protect Lenny, and the bar had no working cameras outside.

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