Ace-Savage Saints MC

The Truth

Ace

I had secluded myself in my office for the past few nights. Not wanting to indulge in any parties or pu*sy until I got more info on who the hell*l had the bal*s to try to breach our business. It didn't make sense. They didn't try to rob us. To me, it looked like they were trying to get into the changing room. The pieces started to fall together. Why a random MC would attempt anything like this?

And it came down to one common denominator.

Jasmine.

The last time I saw her she looked like she had seen a ghost when I confronted her. She was running from someone. And I had a feeling it had to do with an MC she was involved with before. I needed to talk to her again. I already had Whiz on it, looking into her background. So far, we learned that she really hasn't stayed in one place for long. So far, we had mapped her travels back as far as Nebraska. Her last stop was Georgia. All the places she landed were smaller towns, and she danced in all of them.

What the hell was she hiding?

That night I decided to confront her. I parked on her street far enough away she wouldn't see my bike. I knew she was home since Trixie's was still closed.

I walked up to her door and knocked. The lights were on, so I knew she was home. She peeked out the window and opened the door.

"Ace? What are you doing here? Is something wrong?"

She looked behind me, probably thinking I had brought someone else with me.

"We need to talk."

"About what?" Her eyes widened. Fear flickered in them, which she quickly covered.

"Inside."

She opened the door and let me in. Her apartment was a small studio. It smelled like her. Cinnamon. Not much on the walls, I guess when you don't stay long you don't bother decorating. The furniture was sparse and plain. I had a feeling none of this was her style. Kitten had some fire. I imagine if she decorated her walls would be littered with random trinkets and pictures.

"Do you want some coffee? A beer?"

"Naw I'm good. Sit." And she did. Hands fidgeting in her lap.

"I need to ask you some questions. And I warn you, I can tell when someone's lying. And I always deal out punishments to liars. So don't try to fool me, kitten or I will spank that fine ass until you tell me the truth."

She gulped. Eyes wide. Her breathing came in labored breaths. I think kitten liked the sound of that. And I wasn't bluffing.

"There's an MC after you. That much I know. I have a feeling what happened at Trixie's involves you. They didn't go for anything worth value, money, booze, but did head towards the dressing room. I need to know who the hell they are and why they are after you."

Tears rimmed her eyes but she blinked them away.

Bingo

"I.....I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not involved in any MC."

"Kitten" I growled out. "Don't fu*king lie to me. I wasn't bluffing when I said I'd spank it out of you."

She stood, chair scraping the floor. Turning her back to me, she went for the couch.

"I'm not lying. But if you think I'm causing trouble for your MC I'll leave. I'll pack and leave tonight."

Fu*k it.

I lunged at her. Falling onto the couch, I draped her over my knees and pulled her shorts down over her ass.

"What the hell*l Ace?!"

SLAP

She screeched.

"Tell me the truth, kitten. I could do this all night."

And I could. Looking at her amazing a*s with my hand print on it? Almost made me c*m in my pants.

SLAP SLAP

She was still struggling a bit but her screeching started morphing into a moan. Was little kitten getting turned on?

SLAP SLAP SLAP

A strangled moan left her lips. She wasn't struggling but was rubbing her pu*sy on my thighs. I could feel a wet spot forming.

Fu*k me.

"Ok! I'll tell you the truth. Just stop!"

"Something tells me you don't want me to."

I rubbed my fingers through her slit. She was soaked. Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I tasted her. She tasted fu*king amazing.

She was panting. Grinding against my fingers. I let her. Maybe post or*asm she'll be a bit more compliant.

Then she exploded. Moaning and grinding against me. It took me everything to not take my co*k out and slam her onto it.

But I had a mission tonight. I couldn't let her perfect tasty pu*sy distract me. I slipped her shorts back up and stood her up. She wobbled a bit and grabbed onto my biceps. She looked somehow even more beautiful. Flushed, lips plump from biting them.

She sighed. "I'll tell you. And then I'll leave. I'll tell them to leave you guys alone and tell them I left. But I can't go back to them."

"Who are they Jasmine? And why are they chasing you all over the God da*n United States?"

"I'm a nobody. Just a stripper who wants to live peacefully. Or stay alive at all. If its an MC you think is coming into your territory, it's my dad's MC."

Jasmine

I saw his jaw working. He was pissed and rightfully so. I should have known they would catch up to me. Fu*king Hawk's. What had my life become? And why did I just get off on this very handsome man turning my a*s into his drum set?

"Why the he*l is your dad after you?"

"Because he sold me. To his VP."

His eyes hardened.

"My father promised me to him when I was a kid. To keep a strong bloodline going, his words not mine. I had no idea until he finally took it up on himself to claim me. Against my will. He hurt me, badly. In many ways. So I took off. And I guess he's coming back for what is his."

His fists clenched.

"Who is this bas*ard?"

I sighed. Might as well tell him. I just came all over his lap like the weakling I am. Not that I didn't enjoy it.

"Knives. His real name is Brad. Hawks MC out of Tacoma, Washington."

He ran his hand down his face.

"Fuck."

"I'll leave." I said as I gathered a bag. "I can call them when I leave the state and take off again. Bring the heat off you guys."

"You're going to bait them?"

"Ya, I've had to do it before. Usually it works. They don't want a war with you guys, your club is clearly stronger. They'll keep chasing me."

"So that's what you're going to do? Keep running? Until when Jasmine? Until they find you and drag you back to he*l?"

I turned away. I couldn't stand to look in his eyes. I brought this here. Maybe I should just go back. Anywhere I go, I'm going to put someone in danger.

"No." I whispered. "I won't run anymore. I'll go back. Someone's going to get hurt eventually because of me." I heard his boots getting closer. Suddenly he grabbed my arm and turned me around. I still couldn't look at him. He cupped my jaw and forced me to look into his stormy blue eyes.

"The hell you will. You're going to stay, and I'm going to fillet that bas*are and your father. You're under my protection now."

"No! You can't! Look, the Hawks aren't huge but Knives is insane. His name says everything. He's done sick things to people. I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you guys."

"We've dealt with sh*t like this before. With a stronger MC. We can protect you, but no more secrets kitten. My punishments can get much harsher than a little a*s spanking."

What? Harsher? I knew this guy was into bed*m, but I didn't think I'd get a taste of it tonight. It was hot, I'm not going to lie. And to think of what else he could do gave me butterflies.

"Look, I'll talk to Hatchet. I know he'll have my back on this. He doesn't want that kind of trash around, and he absolutely hates MCs like them. Ones that abuse women. Ones that cross boundaries. Until we get this settled, you're staying with me. Finish packing a bag."

"I can't stay with you! What about my apartment?"

"I'll have a prospect watch it. If you think you're safe here, you're out of your mind. Pack. I have a spare room. You'll be safe."

"God, you're stubborn." I declared, packing my bags. He just smirked.

As*hole.