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  Within an hour, she was heading over to the hangout on the bus. She tried to stay around other people, and constantly kept an eye out for anyone in a vest with the Castaways’ colours. So far, nothing, and she began to wonder if Stan had made the whole thing up. Was he being a drama queen, or was this a set up?

  Snake might have asked him to phone her, to get her to come to him, to give herself to him. On the other hand, Stan might be still part of the Castaways, and this was their plan to flush her out into the open. Whichever way it was, she suspected it would not end well.

  Getting off the bus, she stood and got her bearings. Their bar was in a part of town she didn’t know too well. When she had come here with Rob, it had been dark. Now it looked so different she wasn’t sure which way to go.

  Worse, there were hardly any people about, and she felt exposed out on the street like this. As she stood, hesitating, in the distance a low rumble told her there was a bike coming. Her choices were to run and hide, or stop them and hope this was one of Snake’s men, who could take her to him.

  Faith figured she’d had enough of running, so she stood her ground, and waited. A biker came into view, coming straight towards her. The rapid beating of her heart filled her ears, this was dangerous, these men were dangerous, and they probably did horrible things to people. People like her.

  Too late to run, she tried to look confident, as though she belonged there, although Faith knew she belonged nowhere. The bike slowed, and one look told it was not Snake, and her disappointment was immense.

  “Hello, Faith,” the rider said.

  “Do I know you?” she asked. She could read the name Dread Cult on his vest, so he was one of Snake’s brothers.

  “You don’t remember? I guess you were too caught up with Snake to take much notice of anyone else in the room.”

  She looked closer; it was Crag, Snake’s VP. He was the one who had got the information on her brother and Rob. “I’m sorry, Crag, isn’t it?”

  He nodded. “What do you want here, Faith? Snake is pretty cut up about you, but he’s gonna stay away, because you asked. Now I find you here. I have to wonder what game you’re playing.”

  “I wanted to warn him. To warn all of you, the Cult Castaways are coming for you.”

  Crag laughed. “You’ve come to warn us. OK, I’ll buy that, but the real question is how do you know? Inside information. Are you playing Snake, Faith?”

  “No. No, I wouldn’t. My brother phoned, he said they were after me.”

  “Ahh, there’s the truth, self preservation.”

  “No. It’s not like that.”

  “So out of the goodness of your heart you’ve come to warn us.”

  “Yes. I was worried Snake would get hurt.” That sounded like the single stupidest thing she had ever said. The thought of Snake getting hurt. How much had he gone through to get to be the club President in the first place?

  Crag did not laugh though. “Hell, you’re telling the truth.” He paused for a moment, considering. “Now you give me a dilemma. You see I think Snake would be better off without you as his old lady. You’re not cut out for this life. On the other hand, I know how much he’s fallen for you. Too hard, in my opinion.”

  “Then leave me here, just go and warn him.”

  “Self sacrifice, that doesn’t buy you any favour with me.”

  “It’s not meant to. I’ll go home, or go away somewhere. If you think I’m that bad for Snake, then I’ll leave. He’ll get over me. I don’t even know what he sees in me, so I’m sure it won’t take him long.”

  Crag sat still, and Faith grew uncomfortable standing there in front of him, so she turned and began to walk away. She got some way down the road before she heard the bike rev up, and she figured he was going to drive away and leave her to fend for herself. Instead, the bike grew closer, and then the sound of its engine filled her ears and she had to stop because it was in front of her.

  “Get on.”

  “What? I thought you wanted me to go.”

  “I do. But this isn’t my decision, it’s Snake’s. But I am warning you, if you double cross us, or do anything to Snake, I will hunt you down.”

  The same threat from any other man would have seemed hollow and false, but from Crag, she had no doubt it was real. This man was capable of that and more. She imagined he would enjoy hurting her, and for the first time she wondered what kind of man Snake was.

  He was a great lover, and she was totally enraptured by him. However, she had no idea what the real man was like, what he was capable of. As she got on the back of Crag’s bike, she knew she was about to find out. The war between the Dread Cult and the Cult Castaways was going to teach her everything she needed to know about the man she loved.

  Snake

  Spoiling for a fight in no way described the mood he was in. It had taken every bit of his strength to walk out that door and leave her. It was so against everything he stood for, women did not tell you what they wanted, and they toed the line. However, where Faith was concerned he was a different man.

  When he had arrived, back at the bar he’d got all the men together, and told them they were going to attack the Cult Castaways. For the first time in days, he felt like his old self, there was nothing like a little violence to put you back in your stride. In fact, the day looked very promising.

  “Are all the men here?”

  “Most, Mike and Ron are in a meeting, couple of others in transit,” Mike said.

  “Good. Guns?”

  “Everything you asked for.”

  Snake patted Mike on the back. “Go get yourself a drink. We can wait another few minutes.”

  “Were going in the daylight?”

  “Yep.”

  “Sure it wouldn’t be better to wait?”

  “Nope. Lose the element of surprise.”

  “They ain't the only ones who are going to be surprised by a daytime raid. The cops are going to be all over this; no way we can keep something like this quiet.”

  “Get a drink, Mike, and let me do the worrying.”

  Mike shuffled off, and Snake knew his sergeant at arms wasn’t happy. He also knew he would follow orders, he was loyal to Snake.

  Calls from outside told him someone else was here. He opened the door and went out to find Crag parking his bike. There was a woman on behind him. Snake did not need to see her face to recognise her. The full curvy figure told him who it was, and his heart lurched.

  “What the hell's going on?” he asked, his voice tinged with anger. “Why did you bring her here, Crag?”

  “Hey, steady there. I didn’t go looking for her, she came looking for you.”

  “Faith?”

  “My brother called, said the Cult Castaways were coming for him, and me. Said they wanted a war.”

  The very fact that Faith was here, standing in front of him when he thought he had lost her, gave him courage unlike he had ever felt. She was his woman, and if the Castaways were after her, he had to defend her. So he took a deep breath and issued his war cry. “A war!” Snake yelled. “They want one, let’s give them one.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Faith

  Like the rallying call of any good commander, a loud cheer of agreement filled the air. These men lived a different life to those of most ordinary people. They lived on the edge, where life and death mattered, where it rode with them as pillion every day. Faith now saw a glimpse of why this had been so attractive to Rob. To be a Prospect, to have to earn their respect in order to be accepted by them, that was a thrill in itself. It meant you were someone.

  Faith felt her own courage rise when Snake shouted out his orders. She didn’t know what to do, and ended up standing still in front of him, as though waiting to be judged by him. The action was frantic all around her, but she stood quietly, waiting for him to see her. Desperately needing to know if he was still hers or if she had done too much damage to their relationship by ordering him to go away.

  At last, everyone was busy, Snake had spok
en quietly to Crag, and then he looked at her directly for the first time, before saying, “Tell me what you know.”

  He came towards her and put a strong arm around her waist, pulling her close and guiding her through his men. With heat, growing inside her she allowed him to take her wherever he wanted. There was only one place quiet and empty, his office, the place where this had all began.

  Snake shut the door behind them.

  Faith began to speak, “I’m sorry,” was all she managed before his mouth cut off all further need for words.

  His hands groped at her jeans, and undid them, tugging them down roughly. He moved her back towards the desk and sat her down on the edge before lifting her thighs to wrap around him. In a swift movement, borne out of desperate need he opened his pants and dropped them to the floor, the tip of his cock pressing against her wet outer lips.

  In her head she screamed, he was not using any protection, but her own reply was that it no longer mattered. By coming here today she had given herself to him, she did belong to him, the tattoo only a visible sign, this was another kind of ownership. He was free to put a baby in her belly; he was free to do whatever he wanted. She was his old lady, and for the first time that knowledge sat easy with Faith.

  She never knew it would make a difference to their lovemaking, but it did. Having no barrier between them seemed to excite him, it was so much more raw than before. He thrust hard and fast, his hands lifting her shirt and dragging her bra cup down so he could touch her. Frantically he plunged into her, and her arousal built, inflamed by the primal surge within him.

  One hand covered her bottom, holding her tight against him so he could impale her hard and fast with his magnificent cock.

  She gripped his vest, the leather folded in her hands as she clung to him for dear life. Her clit throbbed with need, but both his hands were busy, so she did something she found so daring. While he fucked her, she slid her hand down between their bodies, and rubbed the sensitive little bundle of nerves.

  That was so good, Snake was inside her and all around her, and her own hand was touching her in just the way she liked. She whimpered softly, rocking her hips backwards and forward to change the angle of his cock.

  His hands tore at her shirt, and then her bra, he needed more, to see her naked, to feel her bare skin, and then he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked in it hard. She howled, her whole body one mass of nerve endings demanding attention, and then she came, crying out his name, clinging to him while he filled her with his seed.

  When he had finished he simply said, “Clean yourself up,” and left.

  Stunned, Faith retrieved what was left of her clothes, and headed to the bathroom. She went into a cubicle and used tissue to wipe herself. She was so wet, a mixture of both their juices, but none of this registered with Faith. She didn’t understand what had happened. Where she thought things were OK, they obviously weren’t.

  Once clean and sort of dressed, she went out to find him. Not hard when the others were buzzing around him. She walked straight up to him, not caring who was around.

  “What the hell was that?”

  “Sex.”

  “Sex,” she repeated. “Yes, I know what it was physically.”

  “Good. Then we’re straight.”

  “Straight. I could get pregnant.”

  “Yep.” He turned, and there was a look of insolence on his face.

  “Snake, please. What did I do wrong?”

  “I don’t know. Where do you want me to start?”

  He might as well have slapped her across in the cheek. Her face hurt, her throat hurt, and now her heart hurt too. Was this his idea of retribution for the way she behaved? “I’m sorry.” She knew she sounded desperate. “Can we please talk about this?”

  “Sure.” He stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

  Faith became aware that everyone else either had stopped, or were working quietly so their words could be heard. “Privately.”

  “I’m busy.”

  Crag came up then, and said to Snake. “She’s right, take it somewhere private.”

  Snake slouched off, expecting her to trot along after him, which she did.

  “What do you want Faith?” he asked as soon as they were out of earshot of the others.

  “Isn’t that obvious?”

  “No. You blow so hot and cold, I don’t know if tomorrow you’ll change your mind again.”

  “I won’t. Not this time.”

  “No? Are you sure you didn’t come here just for protection, and when this is over you’ll go running off again.”

  “No. And if you thought that why didn’t you use a condom.”

  “Maybe I hoped if I knocked you up you might hang around a bit longer.”

  “That’s the dumbest reason I’ve ever heard.”

  “I know. But then I am dumb for falling for the only woman who’s ever sent me away.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  His face softened. “Do you know what I have to be if I want to control all this?”

  “No.”

  “Tough, I have to be ruthless. You make me feel weak. Vulnerable, and I can’t be like that. I need to know if you are staying for good, Faith. Before I go to meet the Castaways, I need to know if you are going to be here when I come back.”

  “No. I won’t be here,” she said, watching his body tense and he straightened up, pulling away from her. She reached out and touched his arm. “Because I’m coming with you, Snake. I want to be by your side.”

  It was probably the most shocking thing he had ever heard, judging from the expression on his face. “You can’t come with us.”

  “Why not? They are coming after me; they think I belong to you. So why can’t I help?”

  “Because it’s not what women do.”

  “That is the most sexist comment I’ve ever heard.”

  “You’re not coming.”

  “Snake, let me help.”

  “No. Please Faith. For your own safety you have to stay here.”

  “But I’m not safe, am I?”

  “You’ll be a damn sight safer here than in amongst men with guns. This isn’t a game; this is a no holds barred club war.”

  “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t come, and I’ll...”

  His voice cut her off. “Because if you’re there, I’ll be too busy worrying about you. I’ll make mistakes.” He sighed, and placed his hand on her arm. “You do something to my judgement. And that might get someone killed.”

  Faith couldn’t argue with that. She did not want to be responsible for the death, or injury, of anyone, least of all Snake. “OK. I’ll stay.”

  “Thank you,” he said, moving into her space and kissing her. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

  “Promise?”

  “Promise,” he said, moving away from her. “Make yourself at home; I’ll leave a couple of men here to protect you.”

  “You don’t have to, I’ll look after myself.”

  “Not risking it.”

  “You’re going to need all the help you can get.”

  “Thanks for the vote of confidence; they don’t stand a chance against us.” He swung back towards her. “They are not as motivated as I am.”

  She blushed, not feeling she deserved his flattery, but liking it all the same. Going to him, she wrapped her arms around him, wanting to feel his toned body pressed against her soft curves. “Come back to me in one piece.”

  “I will Faith.”

  She let him go, and watched him walk away, hoping it played out OK. This was his fight, and she needed him to be focused on it, not her. However, deep inside she wanted to go with him, to help protect him. Ridiculous since she had no idea how to fire a gun. That was one thing she would get him to teach her. She wanted to be part of his life, and that meant dealing with the threats that would be inevitable.

  Going to his office, she went in and shut the door, listening to all the noise going on outside. A large number of motorbike engines we
re all starting up, and she pictured them all getting ready to leave, not knowing what they would meet and how many of them would come back.

  As the noise drifted away, there was a knock at the door. She jumped, unsure who it was, Snake had not come back to tell her who had been left behind, and she hoped whoever was out there was not a member of the Castaways who had snuck in. Only one way to find out.

  “Come in,” she called, ready to defend herself if needed, although she had no weapon. Pretty poor defence then, she thought ironically.

  The door opened and an older guy came in. “Hi, Snake sent me to keep you up to date with what was going on.” He held a radio up and waggled it about.

  “Great, so you’ll know what’s happening.” She stood up and went to join the old guy. “I’m Faith, by the way. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

  “Irish,” he held out his hand.

  “Ahh, I thought I recognised the accent.”

  “Not too original with names here,” he joked, and Faith immediately felt at ease.

  “Sorry you have to baby sit me,” she said.

  “I’m too old for these things; got a bad leg too, so I’m more of a liability, so don’t feel too bad about it.”

  “Oh, sorry about that.”

  “Don’t be. Not your fault, and I can still fire a gun, if that’s bothering you.” He lifted his vest and showed her a gun tucked away in a holster.

  “No, that hadn’t crossed my mind actually. But thanks for the reassurance.”

  “No problem. It’ll take them a while to get across town, so why don’t we go make some coffee, and I’ll introduce you to Smithy.”

  “Let me guess, last name Smith?”

  Irish turned and smiled, “You’ll fit in just fine around here, sweetheart.”

  She smiled; this was not going to be so bad after all. Then the radio crackled into life and her nervousness returned.

  “Hey, Irish, everything OK there?”

  Her heart contracted at the sound of Snake’s voice, and now her fear had kicked back in completely. She had to stop herself from grabbing the radio and telling him to get his ass back here. That would be overstepping the boundaries of their relationship, and land him in some trouble with his brothers.