Free Caleb: A Black Widow MC Romance by Olivia Jones

the loud party. I sat down at the head of the table and Tanner sat to my right. “Tell me everything I missed.”
     
    “I didn't want to worry you while you were in jail but things aren't going too well. One of our supply houses were hit. One prospect was shot in the leg and another had his hand cut off.”
     
    “Holy fuck. You should have come down to the jail and told me about this. Who were the bastards that did it?” My plan was falling apart right before my eyes. Being the President wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
     
    Tanner grit his teeth. “It was the Mexicans.”
     
    I slammed my fist onto the table and restrained myself. “Aren't the Blacks taking care of them?”
     
    “They're trying but they just don't have the manpower. The Death Merchants have enough guys to fend off the Blacks and come after us.”
     
    “Fuck. We need to beef up security at our other supply houses.”
     
    “Already done, Boss. But the Mexicans are fucking vengeful pricks.”
     
    “Well I knew they weren't going to be happy with us killing their leader but I thought the Blacks would take them out or distract them long enough for them to forget about us.”
     
    Tanner folded his hands. “So what's are next move?”
     
    I ran my fingers through my hair. “I'm not sure, Tanner. This isn't working out as I planned it. Maybe we need to get the Sheriff involved.”
     
    “You mean the fucking whore who locked you up in jail?”
     
    My hand flexed into a fist and I had to stop myself from popping Tanner in the jaw. “We give her some solid info about The Death Merchants and put the heat on them. They won't be able to wage war with two MC's and the cops at the same time.”
     
    Tanner cocked his head to the side. “You really think this Sheriff can be trusted? Isn't she still trying to pin the murder of Garcia on you?”
     
    “The Sheriff has nothing on me. She only wants to prevent more killings. If we have the cops and the Blacks on our side, the Mexicans will have to leave us alone.”
     
    Tanner looked uneasy. “Sounds like a messy plan, Prez, but I don't have anything better.”
     
    “I'll talk with the Sheriff tomorrow. Convince her that we're the better of two evils.” The thought of seeing Emily again made my heart jump. How could she affect me like this? Something must really be fucking wrong with me.
     
    I left Tanner in the meeting room and walked through the crowd of people welcoming me back. I went to the guest room upstairs and opened the door to find two naked blondes laying on the bed. Their legs were entangled with each others and they were making out. I watched for a moment as they felt up their big fake tits. My dick was screaming at me to fuck these sluts and cover them with come. Get all that pent-up frustration out.
     
    But I didn't have time for fucking. I had to figure out a new plan to take down the Mexicans with the help of the Sheriff. No matter how much my cock wanted to pound that pussy, there were bigger things to deal with.
     
    “Time to go girls,” I announced, pulling out my Glock and setting it down on the dresser.
     
    The chicks made a sad moan and got up and left. I watched their asses jiggle as they pranced out of the room. I lay on the bed and the perfume from the whores was still fresh on the pillow. My cock was so hard it hurt. Why didn't I just take those chicks? I unzipped my jeans and released my throbbing prisoner. I closed my eyes and stroked my shaft, my thoughts quickly turning to my morning with Emily. Her nude body bent over the desk, the tightness of her wet pussy as I forced my way inside her...

Chapter Sixteen
     
Emily

 
    How could anyone concentrate at work right after having sex? My mind constantly wandered back to my breasts pressed against the desk and Caleb slamming into me. I was so wet the entire day that it made it uncomfortable to hold a conversation. I felt like they knew when they made eye contact with me. Like there really was security camera