Lily
I MADE A run for my house, unlocking the door in record ti, disarming the security system, and rushing up to my room. I snagged the duffel off my floor, but when I turned around, I was lifted off my feet and gently thrown onto the bed. I grinned as Maverick’s mouth covered mine and his hand slid under my T-shirt to cup my breast. I arched into his touch, gasping as his nail scraped over my already hard nipple. Now that chemo was over, I’d been able to go back on the Pill, which ant no more condoms, and I relished every mont with him bare.
"Hurry, Möosh," I panted.
"Nuh-uh," he countered, standing and prying off my boots. "I’m gonna make this last a little while."
He’d just tugged off my jeans and panties and was doing amazing things to my clit when the sound of glass shattering had us both up and off the bed. "Ohmigod, I didn’t reset the alarm," I whispered, yanking on my underwear again. "I thought we were just going to be a minute."
"Where does your dad keep his gun?"
I gave him my ’are you serious’ face. "In the safe in his bedroom."
All us older kids knew how to handle guns, and we were all pretty good shots, but we’d been taught what not to do even as young kids, because gun safety was paramount in the life of the Club. Guns were always locked up unless they were on one of our parents, and none of us were allowed to carry our own until we’d had years of training. I personally didn’t carry one. I hated them. Mav did, but only when we were going to places that he felt I might need protection.
More breaking glass.
"Shit!" Maverick whispered and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Text your dad. I’ll text mine."
As glass was breaking, loud thuds, and male shouts sounded downstairs, I texted Dad, but I also texted Mom, Cassidy, Poppy, and Devon. One of them was bound to see the ssage if Dad didn’t.
Maverick moved to the door, but I grabbed his arm. "What are you doing?"
"I’m going to see if I can see anything."
"Ah, no you are not. You’re going to wait here with until we have backup."
"I’m not hiding in here like a pussy."
I yanked on my jeans and hissed, "You are if you want access to my pussy in the near future."
"Lil," he ground out in irritation.
"What the fuck are you doin’ in my house?" my dad bellowed from downstairs.
"Backup," I said but grabbed Maverick’s arm again. "But wait a sec, okay? Let get my boots back on."
"Lily!" Dad yelled just as I got one boot on. "Lily!"
Maverick pulled open the door, and I stepped into the hallway and called, "We’re okay, Dad."
Ace crested the top of the stairs, and I saw him relax. "All good, Hawk."
"What’s going on?" Maverick asked.
"Let’s get back to Hatch’s," Ace said.
I nodded, giving Maverick a look of disappointnt. I didn’t think we’d get to leave for our beach trip anyti soon. With a bolstering smile, he grabbed my bag and followed downstairs.
I gasped and moved closer to Maverick as we walked into the family room and found four n in leather cuts and jackets, face-down on the floor, zip-tied and bloodied. My dad was standing over the man who was probably the leader, aiming a gun at his head. The logo on the backs of their cuts was for the Gresham Spiders, and I gulped. This was not good. The Spiders were a one-percent, nasty-ass MC that had a beef with the Dogs. Truth be told, they had a beef with everyone, but since Dad’s club was clean, they hated them the most.
Booker, the Dogs’ club VP, and Mack, Club Secretary, had guns steadied on the other three. Hatch was rifling through pockets, "accidentally" slamming heads against the floor.
"Watch the hardwoods," Dad warned. "The old lady’s gonna raise hell if she has to clean blood off these floors tomorrow." Dad looked my way and gave a once-over. "Head on back."
"I’ll walk ’em back," Ace said.
Dad gave a chin lift, and we headed out.
"What’s going on?" I asked.
"Club business," Ace clipped.
"That bled over onto us," Maverick pointed out.
"Wrong place, wrong ti."
"Dad, they broke into Lily’s house. What if she’d been alone?" Maverick snapped.
"Your choice not to be part of the club, bud. I respect that choice," Ace said, "But it also ans you have to respect that you don’t get information."
"Bullshit when it touches my woman," Maverick snapped.
I took Maverick’s hand and squeezed. I always marveled (and sotis hated) how our dads could switch personalities from loving parents to hard-ass bikers in zero-point-two, but Ace was right. Maverick didn’t want to be a recruit for the Club, and there was no grief for that decision, but our dads had made it clear that Club business stayed inside the Club.
"Get outta town and put this outta your mind," Ace directed. "We’ll handle it."
Ace pushed open Hatch’s front door and let out a whistle. A different whistle response ca back (probably Knight), and he let Maverick and inside. "Don’t go anywhere until I give you the all-clear."
Maverick nodded, but I could tell he wasn’t happy about sitting by and doing nothing.
Mom rushed into the foyer, her gun in her holster on her hip, and pulled in for a hug then grabbed Maverick. "Are you two okay?"
I nodded, although now that the adrenaline had left my body, I suddenly felt a little shaky. Mav wrapped an arm around my waist, and I leaned heavily against him.
"Who’s watchin’ everyone?" Maverick asked.
"Knight, Flea, Buzz, and Train are here," Mom said. "Devon and a couple of the others are out searching for anyone else. Grizz grabbed his gun and ran off toward the green space."
The land behind our house (actually, all the houses on our street) was protected green space, and it was about twenty-five acres of trees... a person could hide in there for a while if they wanted to.
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