Venom's Secret (Iron Vex MC Book 4) by Elizabeth Knox (guided reading books .txt) 📕

she got on her knees and cleaned me up, doin’ shit with her tongue that I’ve never had another woman do. Eventually, she straddled me on the bed and fucked me reverse cowgirl. God, my fuckin’ balls are tightenin’ up at the memories.

I loosen my grip around her waist and she scoots away from me, walks over to her dresser and quickly covers up her beautiful body. Meanwhile, I roll over and grab my clothes from the floor, throwin’ them back on and grab my cut from the hook next to her door.

Within a matter of minutes we’re both on our way to where we have church. I walk in ahead of her and she stops in the hallway for a minute, tryin’ not to be seen with me. I’m damn sure the only people who know we’re fuckin’ around are Reno, Cowboy, and now Abyss.

I take my seat, and in comes Mug, Muffler, Hoodrat, and finally Cowboy and Boss. Venom sneaks in right after them and everyone else is here. “I’ve just had a meeting with Cowboy in regard to our Calgary charter, and after an in-depth discussion I’ve decided to shut it down and transfer everyone to Boston. The Irish have been giving us contracts and in doing this I’m securing more income for both charters, opposed to giving the money to someone else.”

“Shit, good for you. Havin’ your family closer together now,” Chuckles speaks with a smile on his face and Boss tries to hide her own happiness. I know she’d never make a selfish decision, how this was smart for both clubs and it’s why she decided to do this. I’m sure it won’t hurt havin’ Cowboy closer to home, though, especially for their daughter.

“I wish it were just about family, Chuckles, but it’s not. Our Calgary charter hasn’t been beneficial for us whatsoever. Cowboy and I spent the last few nights crunching numbers, and we’re about sixty thousand in the red. I’m hoping when we sell the property we might be able to catch up a bit, since we put some work into it and whatnot . . . but time will tell.”

Shit. I knew we weren’t doin’ great up there, but I didn’t have a clue we were that far in the red. It’s not like sixty thousand is chump change either.

“We could get that back within the first quarter, if things go well once everyone’s in Boston,” Omen speaks, backing Boss up.

“There’s only one thing that needs to be done before we get everyone moved around. I need to go to Boston and meet with Colin O’Dea,” Boss tells the group of us.

I watch as minds try to piece together who Colin O’Dea is, but I’m sure they’ll start figuring it out rather quickly. “Omen, Ricochet, I’d like for you two to come with me. Chuckles, I’m gonna leave your crazy ass in charge, so do me a favor and don’t let my club burn down.”

Chuckles smirks and gives her a curt nod. “Promise on your dad’s life, Prez.”

Chuckles hasn’t made a promise like that in a long time, so the fact Boss keeps her eyes locked on his for a few moments isn’t surprising to me. Not in the least bit. Rage might’ve been a shit father when she was young, but when push came to shove, he showed he wasn’t so bad before he died.

If the man were here right now, he’d be damn proud of his daughter. I know that for a fact. “When do we leave?”

“Tomorrow,” Boss answers as she slams the gavel down.

Chapter Fifteen

Ricochet

We made our way up to Boston in record time, leaving around two in the afternoon so we didn’t hit too much rush hour traffic. Omen led the three of us, bein’ the usual speed demon he is. I swear the dude needs to get into some street racin’. He has too much fun blowin’ us in his dust. He’s risky for a VP, but it’s part of the reason everyone around here loves ‘em so damn much.

Only, about halfway into our trip Cowboy called and said he was comin’ too, said he felt it was wrong for the three of us to be goin’ and not him. Now, I wouldn’t have said this to Boss, but I agree with him. He’ll be the man meeting with Colin O’Dea for most of the time . . . so if you ask me, he needs to be here too. The guy needs to make his presence known, most of all, he needs to give the old mafioso some of his fuckin’ respect.

We all roll up to a brownstone together after waitin’ for Cowboy to catch up with us. From the outside it looks like a normal house, a normal house where rich folk live, but alas a normal place. We all dismount our bikes and head up to the front door, where Boss moves her hand so she can knock on the door, but she doesn’t even get the opportunity.

The door comes open and there’s a massive dude. He’s gotta be six-six, or maybe six-seven. His arms look like they’re the size of tree trunks and I bet he could break necks with his damn pinky finger. He looks her up and down before lookin’ directly at Omen. “You must be Boss.”

Omen cracks a smile but quickly corrects the man, “No, that would be her.”

The guy glances to Boss and I watch as he realizes our names are on our cuts. “My apologies. Colin has been waiting for you, so please come inside.”

Boss agrees and follows the massive muscle inside, while the rest of us follow along with her. Though, we don’t get far before we reach the foyer and there are two more men suited up. “Before we go any further we need to take your weapons for the time being.”

Boss nods and Cowboy goes first, handing them his guns, knives, and even a Swiss Army knife. Omen goes up next