What I Needed

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Chapter 21 ~ Justice 2.0

Brutus’ P.O.V.

“Hey Gorgeous, thought we could... oh, holy shit, I’m so sorry.” I walked into Ovella’s room without knocking, was I regretting my actions? No. But, I had stupidly gotten used to just letting myself in over the last couple of weeks, only now, Vell stood there with all her alluring erotic beauty, in pink booty shorts and a midriff T-shirt as she bent over making the bed.

Oh, the nasty thoughts that swirled through my lascivious mind, of all the things I craved to do to her in that position. I should have turned around, maybe backed out of the room? But my eyes were focused solely on the Italian Goddess that seemed to have a sinful fire burning brightly in her eyes.

“Kai, can I ask a favour?” Ovella turned and stood straight, her braless tits straining against the almost see-through white shirt. Ovella’s ripe and darkened nipples, pointy and pronounce, luring me, calling to me, begging to be licked. I could feel my jaw as it hung open as my jeans became tighter.

“Anything,” I pushed out gruffly, trying hard to contain my excitement and arousal.

Ovella stretched her arms to the roof, straightening her spine, the barely covering shirt riding upward, revealing the underneath of my wet dreams plump and full breasts. I was hypnotised. “Do you have a bigger shirt I can borrow? Priya leant me this one, but as you can see Kai, it’s far too small.” Her stare was encapsulating, seductively peering into my soul through her dark lashes.

I moved immediately, unbuttoning my blue and green flannel shirt, dropping it at my feet and pulling off the plain white shirt I was wearing underneath. For the first time, revealing my aesthetically pleasing and muscular body, colourfully decorated in mythical creature tattoo’s, and handed it to her. Vell stepped slowly forward, her pink ankle sock covered feet, making no sound as she rested in front of me. Her big brown doe eyes drinking in my body as Ovella’s fingertips reached out to my chest, softly hovering above the burning flesh as she perused my artwork. The fingertips trailing a blazing fire behind her heavenly touch as they moved over my skin.

I felt exposed under her inspection; as if everything was open to this woman, she could see inside my heart. How could someone’s stare have me so unnerved? Could gorgeous accept what she could see or what she found below the decorated flesh? Me, could Ovella Pearl approve of me, for me?

Gorgeous nibbled at her bottom lip, lustfully exploring my decorated frame before her eyes connected with mine and held for maybe a minute. “Thank you,” she whispered before retreating back to the bed as I picked up my flannel off the floor, shrugging it back on. Just in time to see Vell with her back to me, slipping off the smaller shirt, the contours of her lightly tanned skin had me drooling and my hands twitching desperately in need to touch, but before I had time to act on my wayward thoughts, she slid my shirt over her head, adorning my much larger one that instantly covered her delectable curves. I whimpered.

I was cursing myself so bad. “Uh... uh... getting ready for bed?” my voice thick and heavy with lust.

“Yes, and now that I’m in your shirt, I feel much better.” Ovella gathered the material in her hands and brought it to her face, breathing deeply, “it smells of you,” she smiled.

For the first time, she slid under the covers and moved all the way to the other side. “I got this book off Priya...” I cleared my throat, attempting to normalise my vocal cords as they were drowning in desire. “she said you would enjoy it, said it was one of your faves.”

Ovella pulled back the covers and patted the bed. “Come, get comfortable... will you read it to me?”

“I-I... can read... It-it from the recliner?” I stuttered out.

“You are here every night Kai, relax, take off your shirt, drop your jeans, and climb in with me. I want to see if it helps you sleep any better, please?” How could I deny the Goddess?

I turned off the room light, leaving just the glow of the bedside lamp, stripped down to my jocks, and climbed in. Vell lay comfortably facing me as I spread myself upon my stomach. I felt the need to clear my throat again before I started reading, but man, was I nervous, for more than one reason.

By the fifth chapter in, it dawned on me what kind of book this was, and here I am reading it aloud to my fantasy woman; “uh... I think this is a smut story?” I nervously rubbed at my forehead.

“Yes, that sounds about right,” Ovella murmured with her eyes closed. “My guilty pleasure, but I’m tired, would you care if we finished it tomorrow?”

“No,” I blushed; knowing she enjoyed smut novels sent my heart racing. “That will be fine... uh... Goodnight, gorgeous.” I went to move as Ovella’s small hand darted out to grasp my arm, opening her sleepy brown orbs.

“You’re not leaving, are you, Kai?”

“No Gorgeous, I was just moving to the...”

“Please, don’t go, turn off the lamp...” her bright brown eyes ordered, “and stay with me.”

I did as she requested but as I moved to my side, my gorgeous snuggled in closer, grabbing my arm and pulling it around her lithe body. My cock was instantly hard, did someone as beautiful as she really wants my company? I am a criminal, a sinner, a murderer; could someone as incredible as she really have feelings towards me? The mere thought of it excited my very bones and lit up my heart.

For the first time in a long time, I felt sleep pulling hard at my eyelids, I had not even had a joint, booze, nothing. I was simply just curled up with the most divine woman I had ever met in my whole life, and I could feel my entire body relax. With her naturally rounded behind pressed firmly against my cock, I slipped my right hand under her head, pulling her tiny body in closer. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her delicious scent, letting sleep pull me under.

That night, I was blessed with a dream free sleep - no horrors, no screams, I could not believe that being next to Ovella was everything I needed to relax and calm my crazy mind. I felt her sexy behind wiggle against my still hard cock, and my lips grazed along the curve of her shoulder, causing her to moan and press further into my body. My right hand moved over her hip, gently squeezing the delicate flesh under my fingertips. We were both beginning to heat up, feeling each other’s bodies... when a hard knock sounded at the door and in bursts Trigger.

“Hey,” he looks over at the recliner and then to the bed where he sees Ovella and me and his eyes grew wide before a smirk graced Trigger’s face. “The prick has been released and is heading home,” I nod in understanding, and Trig closed the door.

I whipped my head back around to see Vell looking at me in confusion. “Gorgeous, I have to go away for a couple of days. Business.” Ovella’s brows furrowed, but then she nodded. This, after all, was the life she was used too, and as much as I wanted too, I wasn’t about to reveal why we were disappearing.


“You’ve got my number, use it whenever you need too,” I affirmed, becoming lost in her eyes. I make my bold and presumptuous move, cupping her face, and pressing my lips gently against hers. I regrettably slipped from the warm covers, closing her bedroom door behind me.

“We are going to talk about this when we get there,” I jumped back in fright.

“Fuck off, wanker,” I hissed at Trigger, who walked away from me laughing. Fucken asshole he is.

I stomped to my room, grabbed my stuff, and then headed for my Harley. This run was going to be brutally fun, but I was definitely pissed about leaving behind my gorgeous.

All of us were seeking retribution for the abuse of Trigger’s son, Leighton. It was a necessary punishment, Leighton is our property, and no one fucks with what belongs to The Road Warriors.


The rumble of the bikes always had people gawking in amazement and fear, and as we pulled up to the hometown of Trigger’s bitch of an ex, the town’s folk were no different. They knew... the criminals had rolled into their picture-perfect village. I wondered if we would get a visit from the local law enforcement too.

Deon had a family friend not so far out of the community that had offered to put us up, which was handy. I was curious if he expressed why exactly we were there, but as we entered the property, it was almost comical to see we had arrived on local law enforcement land. Deon’s family connections naturally knew dirty coppers; I don’t understand why I was surprised after all these years.

The pig came out, introduced himself as Sargent O’Rourke, and led us to a basement where the fucken scumbag was already tied to the chair with a bag over his head. The Sargent bid us farewell and closed the basement door, leaving us to deal with the prisoner.

Deon took up the position behind the chair as Trig braced himself upon a wooden stool, directly in front of our target, before nodding to indicate it is time. After a full day of riding, we were all on edge.

Deon whipped off the bag, revealing a petrified and weak man. “Ian Cavery, so nice you could join us this evening,” Trig sneered menacingly.

“Fuck, it’s you,” the offender spat back.

“You didn’t think you could lay your filthy fucken hands on my boy and get away with it, did you?” A ripple of laughter rang through the room; The Road Warriors understood the hilarity of his assumption.

“Justice has been done, that shit put me in hospital and had me arrested, just take me home.” His demands had me snickering, the fucken idiot should have known better than to demand anything, after all, we are bikers.

“No, no, no,” soundlessly laughs Trigger, “you’re a doctor, right? Need your hands?” Panic and fear flashed across his face at the realisation he was not leaving here unharmed.

“Now listen, I tried to instil some decent morals into that kid, where were you, huh? Running around in your little gang, someone had to be a father to the boy.”

“Father?” Trigger grabbed his jaw tightly, “I’m his father, he is my son, and I have always been proud of who he is, minus the abuse you found necessary to inflict on Leighton.”

Trigger yanked a knife from his utility belt as Deon placed a piece of wood between Ian Cavery’s teeth. You could feel the terror and anxiety rolling off him in droves and filling the room with tense, thick affliction. “I’m going to show you mercy, which is something you don’t deserve, and if you ever lay a hand on any child again...”

Trig sliced off his three fingers on his left hand without batting an eyelid, leaving behind his index finger and thumb. Ian Cavery, a fully grown abusive man, pissed himself in front of a room full of bikers. “I’ll be back for your whole hand,” Trigger growled.

Only now did I realise that the abusive man was screaming his lungs out, I knew Trigger had a bastard side, but fuck me, this whole time I was expecting a beating not a body part removal, holy fuck. Deon ordered some boys to see Ian Cavery home with a warning about running his mouth, and his three fingers were placed in a remembrance box, while Trigger handed over a briefcase to the Sargent. I figured it was filled to the brim with crisp hundred dollar bills, that sly bastard was always rolling in cash.

That night, I missed Ovella. We spoke before the boys went to bed, and after we were all fed, cleaned, and well-rested, we jumped on the bikes and headed all the way back to the compound.


It was well into dark by the time we arrived home, and I was shattered. That’s when my phone started to ring, and I noticed it was gorgeous’s number.

“Hey, Gorgeous.”

“Hey, Kai. How are you?”

“Fine, what you doing?”

“I just got out the shower. Where are you now?” Hmmm, she must not have heard us roll-up.

“On our way home,” I couldn’t stop the smile that crept across my face as I walked inside headquarters, and led the way to Vell’s room, ignoring every other fucker that was there.

“Good, last night sucked without you.”

“You wouldn’t happen to be missing me, would you, Gorgeous?” I heard her huff into the phone as I stood outside her door.

“Yes, Kai, yes, I miss you,” she exasperated, clearly annoyed I had made her admit her feelings. “We haven’t finished our book.” What an excuse.

I twisted the doorknob and pushed her door open. Ovella gasped, dropping the phone to the floor as she stood there in a light pink lace bra-let and matching lace G-string panties. I groaned happily at the sight. “Baby, we don’t need a book, we can create our own.”

A giant smile adorned her face as I strode forward, slamming the door behind me, collecting gorgeous in my arms, and planting my lips firmly against hers. Exactly where I wanted and needed to be.

Ovella’s legs wrapped around my waist as I lifted her, that core of her’s teasing my raging hard manhood.

“Fuck me, Kai. Fuck me the way you should have before you left.”

“I’m never going to stop, baby.”

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