Jackson (MC Sinners #7)

13 – Serenity

I reach the house, panting and gasping, trying desperately to call out to anyone. It takes me a minute, and I’m forced to bend over, gripping my knees to try and steady my breath. I need to warn them, and we need to get the hell out of this place so I can make sure my daughter is safe. That threat was enough for me to decide it’s worth the risk to my life, to have her with me so I can make sure nobody lays a hand on her.

“Spike,” I finally manage to bellow.

He appears quickly, no doubt hearing the frantic sound in my voice.

“What’s goin’ on?” he asks, his eyes scanning the woods before coming back to me. “What is it?”

Addison and Ciara both appear, their eyes wide.

“Hound is here. He put a tracker on Jackson’s car. He’s going to start a war for Jackson’s territory. He’s going to hurt people. I stabbed him in the eye, but we need to get out of here. We need to go now.”

“Where is he?” Spike thunders. “I’ll kill the cunt myself.”

“No,” I say, throwing up a hand. “Hound isn’t stupid, he would have a backup plan if he doesn’t come back. If we kill him before we know exactly what that plan is, we could end up getting ourselves killed. We need to go. Now.”

Spike hesitates, his fingers going to his jeans where he carries his gun. He looks to Ciara, his mouth tight, then he growls, “Fuck. Get your shit, we need to move. He could have people on the way to attack.”

The girls move quickly, and so do I.

I rush to the room and shove only what I can see into a bag, then I run back out to the truck. We’re leaving things behind, but we don’t have time to think about that right now. We need to get the hell out of here and warn the others that the entire club is in danger now, not just us. Hound could have anyone on his side, he could have the other chapters ready and willing to come in and fight for this territory.

We can’t take the risk.

We all get into Spike’s truck, and he pulls out his phone as soon as his foot hits the gas, calling Jackson. Thankfully, he answers. Spike tells him exactly what’s happening, and that we are coming back to the club. The conversation goes back and forth for a few minutes and seems to get heated before Spike hangs up.

“Can’t go to the club, police have eyes on it. We are going to your house, the cops have already searched and as far as we can tell, they aren’t watching it. We can get through the back door, hopefully keep you hidden until we can work this out.”

I nod, my stomach twisting.

I wonder what Hound is doing right now. Is he still stuck out there, bleeding from where I stabbed him, or is he already on his way back in, ready to bring hell down upon us for what I did. Either way, it’s dangerous.

“I want Ava with me,” I tell Spike. “Hound knows where she is, I can’t risk it.”

“We’ll work somethin’ out, for now, let’s just get back into that house without being seen.”

The drive feels like it takes forever, and when we finally arrive back in town, Spike takes all the back roads to ensure we don’t get seen. He parks the truck a few blocks away from my house and then we get out on foot, weaving through the streets, until we reach the back fence. This house backs onto woodland, which is probably what will save us from being caught.

We climb the fence and rush through the yard, going through the backdoor where we are faced with Jackson, Muff, Janine, and Ava.

I don’t stop to ask questions, no, I run toward my daughter, taking her from Janine who happily hands her to me. I bring her face to mine, kissing her, breathing her in. She has gotten so big, and it breaks my heart that I have missed out on some of her big milestones. She can walk now, and even though Janine recorded it, I am absolutely devastated to have missed it.

I won’t leave her again.

“Tell me everythin’ that happened,” Jackson orders, and I forcefully pull myself away from Ava and look at him.

Our eyes meet, and my heart sinks, because I hate that we are fighting. I just want this to be over so we can go back to normal. I want him to fix this. He can’t do that if he isn’t speaking to me.

“Hound put a tracking device on the truck when we were in town for the rally,” I explain. “He followed us out there. He was going to take me with him, to use me against you to claim your territory. I stabbed him before he got the chance, but I don’t know what he has up his sleeve, he could have anything planned.”

“What the fuck does he want our territory for?” Cade grunts. “He could start another chapter anywhere else.”

“Because we make good money,” Jackson mutters, “and because he wants to take something from me, from us, and he’s going to do whatever he can to make that happen.”

“How the fuck are we meant to stop this?” Muff growls.

“We need to frame him, get him put back in prison,” Jackson exhales, his stress written all over his face. “We need to use Gerard and Serenity and somehow get them both fuckin’ locked up.”

“What if we make it look like he was helping Gerard?” Addison asks, pursing her lips. “Maybe we could even get them to work together, thinking they’ll get us to stop.”

“That could work.” Ciara nods her head. “If we can get Gerard working with Hound, thinking they’ll bring us down and get away with everything, we could set them both up to get locked away.”

“What could we use?” Spike thinks out loud. “It has to be something they both want.”

“Me,” I say, and everyone looks to me.

“No fuckin’ way,” Jackson growls.

“You’re not even letting me tell you my plan,” I snap.

“Because thus far, your plans have fuckin’ gotten us into trouble.”

“Dad,” Addison barks. “Can you stop arguing and let her speak?”

Jackson gives her a look, but he doesn’t continue arguing.

“Hound wants me to get revenge on Jackson, so he’ll come for me if he thinks he can. Gerard just needs a reason to want me, too, and that would be enough for them to work together. We let them get hold of me, and then we have the police come in and arrest them both.”

“We would need proof, how the fuck are we goin’ to get that?” Cade questions.

“I need to speak to Gerard,” I say. “I need to confront him, tell him to confess so I can clear my name. I can act all innocent and broken. All we need is him to admit he did it, then we have what we need. If Hound is watching my every move, he will see me go to Gerard and, hopefully, he will confront him, too.”

“I don’t think it’s enough,” Jackson grinds out. “He’s too smart. We need somethin’ to use against him, some kind of blackmail to get him scared. Then, and only then, will he consider Hound’s offer when he comes forward.”

“How are we supposed to get something on him when we know nothing about him?” Ciara questions. “Believe me, we’ve been trying.”

“We need to figure out who his family is, or find something we can use against him. We know where he is staying, maybe we could get someone staying there on board to get information. There were multiple women with him,” I say.

“That could work,” Addison nods, her eyebrows going up. “If we could bribe someone in that house with enough money, they could get information. All we need is something we can use against him, something to get him scared, and then we just need to lead Hound to him.”

“I think it’ll work,” Ciara agrees, looking around the room. “So far, it’s the only plan we’ve got.”

“What if Hound doesn’t take the bait?” Spike mutters, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“We’ll have to make sure he does,” Muff throws in. “All he needs is to ‘overhear’ Serenity sayin’ something about Gerard, and how she needs to take him out to clear her name, and Hound will take that chance to swoop in and get Gerard on his side. If he thinks that he can bring her down, the club down, and make us suffer, he’ll take it.”

“Are we goin’ forward, Pres?” Spike asks, looking to Jackson.

Jackson grunts, but nods. “Find out who is in that house with him and bribe them with whatever you can to get them on our side. We just need somethin’ we can use against him.”

“I’m on it,” Muff says, turning and walking out of the room.

This will work, right?

It has to work.

It just has to.

I STARE DOWN AT AVA sleeping, and my heart aches even though I’m right beside her. I don’t want to walk away, I don’t want to leave her side, I just want to watch her all night, but I can’t. I need to go and fix things with Jackson, because if I don’t, this plan is never going to work. My name will never be cleared, and I’ll never be truly free.

Turning, I tiptoe out of the room and close the door softly. It feels nice to be back in the house, even though it’s a huge risk. I can’t be seen near windows and doors, and there are bikers watching out for police officers in multiple locations. Jackson is using a burner phone, to be safe, and we’re doing everything we can to keep me out of prison while we fix this.

I find Jackson sitting at a chair by the window, his feet up on the ledge, a beer in his hand, staring out into the darkness. I want to go over to him, but I can’t be seen in the window, so I do the only thing I can ... I turn the lights out. Nobody can see in if the lights are out. Jackson shifts in his chair, and I can just see his silhouette beneath the moonlight cascading through the window.

I stop behind him and reach down, running my fingers through his damp hair. He smells clean, faintly of lavender, and I know he has recently showered. He’s not wearing a shirt, and the intense urge to run my mouth over his flesh is crippling. I can’t stop myself. I move around to the front of him and put my legs either side of his.

He doesn’t say anything.

He doesn’t move.

I bring my mouth down and press it to his bare chest, loving the way his muscles bunch and jerk beneath my tongue. I kiss and suck, moving up and down, over his chest and upper abdomen. His cock is hardening beneath me, and even though he hasn’t made a single sound, I know he wants it too.

I lift my head until my face is in front of his, and I can feel his warm breath against my lips. I slide my tongue out, running it over his lower lip, finally earning myself a growl. Fuck, when he growls, it’s like the world stands still. I want him so bad.

“Tell me you forgive me, honey,” I murmur against his lips. “I can’t live with you being mad at me.”

He doesn’t answer me, but his hand does move, sliding up my back beneath my shirt.

Is that forgiveness? I don’t know.

But it feels good.

“Tell me what it will take for you to forgive me,” I whisper, my mouth moving around to his ear and nipping at the lobe. “Do you want me to suck your dick?”

He hisses, jerking his hips up so his cock pushes against me.

“Or do you want me to ride you, right here, slowly, until you gasp my name?”

A rumble in his throat tells me I’m getting through to him.

“Or maybe you’d like to bend me over the windowsill and fuck my ass?”

A ragged growl escapes his lips, and he murmurs, “Keep talkin’ like that, darlin’, and I might just forgive you.”

I smile into the darkness.

Reaching down between us, I rub his cock, flexing my hand over it until it’s rigid and straining against his pants. “Tell me what you want?”

“I want to fuck your ass, but not before you ride me.”

“Your wish is my command.”

I pull the elastic on his pants down, letting his cock jump free, then I get off him long enough to remove my panties before settling back onto his lap. His hands slide up, curling around the back of my neck where he squeezes, just enough to make me hiss.

“Does hurting me make you feel better?” I mewl, my fingers digging into the flesh on his shoulders.

“It fuckin’ does, baby.”

“Then make it hurt more,” I plead. “Do everything you want to me.”

He tenses, and his fingers tighten against my neck as he pulls my head back, exposing my neck. Then his mouth is on my flesh, and he bites down, causing a yelp to escape my lips. He follows it up with a swipe of his tongue, licking the pain away, and it has shivers running down my spine.

His free hand jerks my nightie up, and his head drops to my breast where he captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking until it forms a hard peak, and then biting down until I’m squirming on his lap, not entirely sure if I want to pull away or if I want him to keep going. Pain shoots up my spine, but as he rubs his cock against my pussy, it is quickly replaced with pleasure.

“More,” I beg, rocking my hips to gather friction against my clit.

He bites me again.

I cum, writhing against him, his fingers gripping my ass to help with the rocking. A feral hiss leaves his throat, and he lifts me up quickly, sliding me down onto his dick, almost frantic in his movements. Whimpering, I put my hands behind my back and beg, “Hold onto me, make me your slave.”

“Fuck,” he gasps, reaching around and holding both of my hands in one of his, squeezing tightly, causing my shoulders to strain as I begin sliding up and down on his cock.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me after this,” I whimper, rocking my hips, loving the way he drops his mouth to my breast and captures my nipple between his teeth, biting as he thrusts his hips up to match my motion.

“I’m goin’ to bend you over that window and fuck you in the ass.”

I mewl.

“Hard.”

“Please,” I beg. “Do it now.”

He does as I ask, moving quickly, shoving me off his lap and spinning me around, bending me over the windowsill before plunging his fingers into my wet pussy, coating them and using my arousal to lubricate my bottom. I gasp as his finger slips inside, it’s both a mix of pleasure and pain, mostly pain, but I know he’ll make it feel better soon.

He always does.

Using his fingers to warm me up, he growls filthy words into my ear before finally pressing his cock against my ass, running his hand up my spine. Then he pushes inside me. I whimper, scratching my fingers against the varnished timber on the windowsill and clenching my teeth as he slowly sinks into me.

His fingers reach my hair, and he curls them into it, tugging my head back.

“Tell me how sorry you are,” he orders, and oh, God, it does wicked things to me when he brings out the dark side.

“What if don’t?” I challenge, pushing back into him, my neck straining as he fucks me.

“I’ll slap your pretty ass until you’re beggin’ me to stop.”

“Do it,” I challenge. “I’m not scared.”

A low rumble leaves his chest.

His hand comes down over my bottom, hard.

I squeal and go to lunge forward, but he has my hair tightly, and he’s not letting go. I whimper, pain shooting through my scalp, but god, I’m turned on. I love it when Jackson is wicked, it brings out a devilish side to him he keeps hidden from everyone except me. When he fucks me like this, it’s like the world stops and it’s just the two of us.

“Tell me you’re sorry,” he growls again, fucking me harder, deeper, until a burn spreads across the lower half of my body.

“No,” I hiss.

He slaps me again. “Now, Serenity.”

I jerk my hair out of his grip, and my head falls forward. Just as it does, a loud sound rings out.

It takes me a second to realize it’s a gunshot and that Jackson is no longer inside me.

He’s on the ground.

The window is shattered.

And someone is trying to kill us.