Chapter 11 - Killer

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I watched Cordelia walk into her bathroom and the door close. Who the fuck am I? This hot little piece was there for the taking and I backed off. I could get pussy with a snap of my fingers. There's something about her I can't shake. Looking into her pale blue eyes, I saw innocence and longing, I never want to look away from those eyes.

I snap out of my thoughts and put my clothes on, taking care to smooth down my cut. Without saying anything I head out and back to my jeep.

Back at the club house I walk in and the prospect hands me a beer. Bullet lifts his hungover head off the bar and smacks his hand on the bar

"Fuck me you are alive, your bike was still here but you weren't and the jeep was gone, I don't think you've ever not ridden home, why the fuck did ya take the jeep, you take 2 whores home?" he says with a smirk plastered across his face.

"Nah, had some cargo to ship" I say hoping he'll drop it Bullet may be my VP and my best friend but am I fuck telling him about Cordelia, she's not pussy and I can't imagine if word got out I actually have a heart.

"Right, shift your hungover ass and go get Ice and Sonny. We got shit with those fuckers to the east to figure out" I say knocking Bullet off his bar stool.

Broken Demons is a 1 percent club and we have always run guns, I took the reins after my Fathers death 3 years ago, I may be a young leader but I rule with an iron fist covered in blood and I am known for being a heartless bastard. The rival MC Sons of Satan had always ran drugs, drugs never interested me cos I figure the runners take more than they fucking deliver, they were trying to get into guns and I had to nip that shit in the bud.

I sat in my office, I should be thinking about club issues but I can't get Cordelia out of my head, those innocent blue eyes, her pale skin which felt so soft on my lips, remembering the feeling as I kissed across her collarbone.

Bullet walking into my office shook me from my thoughts, followed by Ice and Sonny. Sonny is the treasurer and Ice is the road captain.

"Right, the Sons are trying to cut into guns and failing miserably. BFG out there says his friend is prospecting for the Sons and he found out they are shipping a truckload of guns for their first delivery tomorrow night. We are going to make sure they never deliver a load." BFG was one of the prospects, he got his name because all the guys are well over 6ft but he is a tiny 5'7, but what he lacks in height he's gained in viciousness.

"Ok Killer, I was thinking we get the prospects to hang back a mile from their compound and follow the truck in the jeep, we meet then further on and light the truck up" Sonny says, he got his name because he likes to keep his victims alive until the sun rises, he is always happy killing when it's sunny.

"I want the Sons on the delivery alive so they can tell the club it was us putting a stop to their guns a couple wounds won't hurt though" I say with a smirk to the guys. Bullet stands up before saying

"done boss. I'll take Ice, Sonny and knuckles with me, you riding on this one with us?" I shake my head

"Nah, you boys got this, I'll watch for the smoke signals from my front porch" I say with a wink.

The guys left the office and I sorted a few things before heading to my room at the club to shower and change. I could smell her perfume on my skin, it smelt like lavender and sweet. After changing into clean jeans and a t-shirt I headed out to my Harley, time to take a ride and clear my head.

So much for a long ride to clear my head, my bike took me exactly where I wanted to go. I pulled up outside her house and climbed off my bike, her beautiful chrome shining in the sun. I walked up the drive and I could hear Max barking, I knocked but no one answered. I tried the door, it was open. Max stuck his head through the door and stopped barking when he saw me, he must be starting to trust, I hope his owner feels the same.

I could hear movement coming from the kitchen as I walked in all I could see was her ass in the air swaying to the rock music screaming from her headphones, her denim jeans were so short I could see everything, damn, she's beautiful. She stood up with her back to me and picked up more dishes, then bent down again to put them in the dishwasher.

I could watch her dance all day, those long legs toned and pale, calling out for me to touch. Her long black hair floating as she head banged to the music. She stood up swaying her hips, her iron maiden tank showing off the red bra underneath the bra I wanted to throw onto my bedroom floor. Suddenly she span around and screamed when she saw me pulling her headphones off

"fuck you scared me" she said breathlessly.


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