Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 33Sas

Chapter Thirty-Three

Sas

If I had to take a gamble how why the judge gave me a continuance, it would be Adelina. Not the Parisi side of her but how she appeared in court—a well-dressed, composed, supportive and innocent wife. Everything about the look screamed “woman with money” and “upstanding citizen.”

If only the judge knew the whore she was for me in private.

Melanie and Harper had coached her well, not that she had likely required much with her larger-than-life presence.

After out processing, I held a bag with my belongings. The detention center had a line of small cubicles with curtains off to the side, where I changed back into my wedding clothes. The brand-new jeans and collared shirt itched along my skin, but the cut and boots I’d insisted on wearing felt like home.

When I emerged from changing, Adelina had fished my wedding ring out from the bottom of the bag.

She held my hand. Such small, delicate fingers with her wedding ring in place grasped my monstrous hand. She squeezed and her warm brown eyes met mine as she slipped the black band back in place.

Once there, she pressed her fingertips over her heart, between her breasts, and gave me a small smile.

I flexed, staring at the ring and thinking how I would never remove it again.

Giddiness in wifey’s features shone through and shimmied down her body. My cock had given her the same tremors, and she was now hungry for more. She was so easy to read—her pleasure in putting on the ring again as well as how she stood close and refused to break contact. She wanted me again.

Why? I didn’t know, but it twisted things around inside me until I didn’t recognize the man inside who would do anything to have this woman.

As I stepped through the turnstile at the courthouse—partly free, because I was only out conditionally—the weight of all the shit hadn’t lifted yet. The judge’s order meant a reprieve. But it also meant my ass would be dragged back to Vegas and jail if I didn’t follow through. The bitch of a judge had made that perfectly clear.

Guess that meant one of the Rojas brothers, at least, had to survive.

Our new lawyer friend, Harper—a slight person, wearing old-man glasses, who honestly confused the hell out of me—had reiterated that much before they left us at the clerk’s desk.

At the moment, I wanted my bike and the open road, but my bike was still in police custody. And wouldn’t be released anytime soon.

The courthouse doors slammed behind us. The warm sunlight on my face cut through the darkness that had been my life behind bars. Rafe stayed close, eyes darting. Always on alert. Adelina led us toward the parking lot, steps confident. Clearly, she already had a plan.

We moved past rows of black limos, until she veered toward one at the end. Pip stood by the door, trying to look like he belonged there. Leather cut barely hidden under a driver’s jacket.

Swinging the door open, he nodded at Adelina. “Ma’am.”

“Pip, you look ridiculous,” Adelina said, a small smile cracking her otherwise tight face. “Where’s Merry?”

“Best I could do, ma’am.” Pip’s grin broke through as he tipped his hat. “Merry stayed back at the hotel.”

“Another biker flick?” she asked.

“Yup. The Wild One ,” answered Pip.

Adelina scowled. “Not familiar.”

“It’s an old one. Marlon Brando. Fifties, I think,” he replied.

Scratching at my goatee, I glanced around the lot. “Seems The Godfather had more fun before he became Don Corleone.”

Adelina opened her mouth, likely to throw in another quip, but I threw out my hand to silence her.

Across the lot, a flash of movement—a figure stepping between parked cars. The smirk, the slicked-back hair. So different than the grime he’d been wearing when he came into my cell at the detention center.

A rep of the Medellín bastards for sure.

Fucking Miguel.

He turned, his eyes locking with mine, and a slow smile spread across his face like he knew something I didn’t. My blood ran cold.

“Fuck,” I muttered, grabbing Adelina’s arm, pulling her behind me.

Rafe shifted his weight, eyes narrowing in on Miguel. “Who the hell is it?”

I ground my teeth. “My cellmate for a night. Knew he was a goddamn plant.”

“Let me see!” Adelina pulled on my shirt, trying unsuccessfully to look over my shoulder.

“Ward may not have found shit, but he’s gotta be a fucking cartel messenger.” I pushed her behind the door. “Get in the car, wifey.”

“A Rojas?” she hissed, but then she crawled inside, seemingly searching for something. “But they’re not in the country anymore, right?”

Rafe shook his head. “No clue if the Warden got eyes on the Rojases, but that’s not one of the brothers.”

“No, it’s not. Pip,” I called to the prospect. “Gun?”

Miguel—that fucker—waved at me. He had hinted at the cartel getting its due, and here he was, apparently calling it in. But he wasn’t coming at me. Instead, he strolled casually toward a waiting black SUV.

“Eyes out for the Rojas brothers,” I ordered Pip and Rafe. “I wouldn’t put it past those bastards making an appearance too. Especially if we didn’t get visual proof of them boarding that plane.”

And then, I heard a click.

A magazine sliding into a gun. My muscles froze until I felt a nudge against my thigh and peeked down. Adelina held out a locked and loaded pistol.

I could bend over, kiss her, and fuck her silly with how much I appreciated her right now. But I had to deal with whatever setup this was first. I wanted my .40 rather than this itty-bitty .22, but it would do. Palming the tiny gun, I trained my eyes back on Miguel as the door to the back seat of the SUV closed.

The driver, a clean-shaven man with a fresh haircut, glanced over.

Dark hair. Tanned complexion.

Not as young as Pip and Merry.

But I knew the fucking traitor. His stank filtered all the way across the lot, even if he’d removed his tell-tale pointy beard.

Ghost.

Or that was what we had called him in the MC.

“Rafe, you see?” I muttered to my brother.

“Who?” Adelina peeped at the same time Rafe answered, “I see him.”

Ghost—or the former prospect we called Ghost—walked around the front of the limo and slipped in. I started to move, but Adelina grabbed me around the wrist.

She demanded, “Who?” Then, “Sas, what’s going on?”

The SUV pulled away from the curb before I got my wits back.

“That bastard,” I spat, bile burning my tongue.

“Who was it?” asked Adelina. “Besides the Rojas brothers.”

I spun on her. “Did Ghost ever protect you while I was on the inside?”

“Ghost?” She pinched her eyebrows together.

“Long hair, pointy beard. Think faster,” I ordered. How much had that fucker been around her?

Her eyes rounded—a definite, “Yes.”

“Yeah, and I hated it when he was there. It always felt like the temp dropped around him,” she mused, then tried to get a view.

I pushed her back inside. “Doesn’t matter. His blood is mine.”

But he wouldn’t die a fast death after helping orchestrate all this shit. He would have to live thorough torture I planned make sure he felt before he took his last breath. And if he’d gone anywhere near Adelina, I would rip off his cock and feed it to the dogs.

I didn’t have dogs, but The Warden did. Vicious things that would rip the balls off a man in a heartbeat as soon as they crossed onto Ward’s property on the coast.

Shit, even if Ghost never came near wifey, I would enjoy watching Ward’s Dobies devour his nads.

“We should get out of here,” said Rafe in a low tone. “The police are watching.”

“Let them fucking watch.” I wanted my revenge. “We need to follow.”

Rafe clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Not now, Veep. Not here.”

“Let’s go home,” said Adelina in a soft tone.

But we weren’t going home. I was stuck in Vegas. Now, and for the next twenty years if I didn’t give evidence leading to arrest. And now that the police had gotten my DNA, they might bust me for every crime the MC ever committed. Not that we’d left much evidence behind. Hell, most of it blew when the Gambinos had bombed our warehouse down at the docks.

And other crimes, I’d made sure had been well hidden... until Ghost fucking planted shit on me. The coke we brought back from the hole under the dockside warehouse was locked in the safe in my room back at the LA clubhouse. No one had that combo but me, so I had known all along the shit wasn’t ours.

Still, it wasn’t like I could hand that over as evidence of my innocence.

“Sas, please.” Adelina touched my cheek, bringing my face down to hers.

When had she gotten out of the limo?

She raised to her tiptoes and kissed me on the mouth, parting her lips to allow my tongue in, but I held back. I knew what my pretty princess wanted, but everything I saw was covered in red. I needed to get that fucking bastard.

“Sas, I need you,” she murmured to me, voice husky. “It’s been too long.”

So needy.

But how in the middle of all this betrayal?

“Weren’t my boys taking care of you?” I shot a look at Rafe, who waited back with red tinged cheeks.

The desire for her twisted on his face. And she’d told me how he and Graff had taken her. Neither would hide their attraction to my wifey.

They would also never get their fill of her. Neither would I, but our princess was trouble.

Dangerous and addictive.

“They were,” she answered my question. “They did.”

I slid my tongue into her mouth, enough for a taste. “Tell me all the things I don’t know, wifey.”

Maybe it would distract me for a while... long enough to make sure she was safe while I hunted down my enemies. I kissed her again, not allowing her to answer. Wanting both to hear all the details and to devour her whole.

Her efforts were working to distract me. Her moans rumbled against my tongue as she balled her hands into my jacket. Finally, I pulled back, though that small taste of her only made me crave more. I had to have everything about her.

She was an obsession I didn’t want to shake.

“Let’s get out of here,” she gasped, cheeks flushed.

I smirked down at her. “No snide comment?”

With her body pressed against mine, she slapped a hand down on my crotch. “I can tell what you want, Sas. We’ve got time to deal with the cartel, but let’s make sure you’ve got backup first. And I don’t want to waste any more time before I get reacquainted with you.”

The Rojas brother and that fucker Ghost had already been wasting our precious time. I lifted my eyes in the direction the SUV had gone, but it was already out of sight.

I needed to track them down like wild beasts. But what was a little more time?

She wasn’t wrong about the backup thing, and it was well past time I claimed my wife.

Adelina kept her body close to mine, distracting me with her curves. Her touch. The way her hands moved over me, and how her breasts pressed into my abs.

Fuck this woman made me weak, but at the same time, she also made me feel like the strongest man alive.

I gave one last look down the street, but the SUV was long gone now.

“Fine.” I released the magazine and handed both that and the gun back to her. “Get in and let’s go.”

Rafe circled to the far side and slid inside while I followed Adelina into the back. Pip closed my door before I reached for the handle.

When Pip slipped into the front, I lowered the dividing window. “Did you get those plates?”

“I did, Veep.” His eyes met mine in the rearview.

“Good job.” Paying attention to those kinds of details was one of the first things we taught prospects. “Call Prez and The Warden. Give them the details and get ’em looking. Also let them know about Ghost.”

When I got my hands on him, he’d regret the day his sorry ass was hatched.

Anger built in me again, so hot it might burn this city to the ground. I could breathe fire and decimate every casino on the strip, starring with Parisi Hotel and Casino. And when Vegas was as barren as the surrounding desert, then where would all the would-be sinners go?

“Keep your eyes on the road, Pip,” Rafe instructed, then he glanced at me. “I’m already texting both Wilde and Ward the license plate and giving them the down low on Ghost.”

“Call them,” I ordered. I should’ve called them—I was the fucking VP. That was one of my prospects that had betrayed us.

Adelina pressed a button beside her, raising the divider again.

“I’ve got it,” said Rafe, his tone firm. Final.

I growled at him. How dare he speak to me like that? But he ignored it entirely.

“Text Graff too. Tell him to get back here from Park Ridge ASAP.”

“Done,” answered Rafe.

“Sas.” Adelina crawled back over to me. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders, and she had undone the top buttons on her blouse. Her breasts swelled before my face, and I licked my lips.

Her small hands grabbed for my cock like the beautiful little whore she was. She let out a soft moan as my cock stiffened under her touch. I’d lost all self-control with her that she could so easily reduce me to almost three-hundred pounds of lust.

When had I become so easy?

As Adelina trailed her kisses down my neck, dragging her body against mine, I curled my fingers into her hair and then looked past her. Rafe was on the opposite side of the limo, watching us with his dark, hooded eyes.

I gave him a look that invited him to join, but Rafe shook his head. “Nah, man. This is all yours. I’m happy to watch.” He grabbed his crotch, his bulge already apparent.

If that was what he wanted, so be it. I’ve never been shy of fucking with an audience. I wish she was wearing a skirt to pull up and make the show even better.