Jett

Welcome to book 5 in the Snakes Henchmen MC series! This is Jett and Maria's story! Don't forget to comment if you're reading! It will help get the books noticed and for me to keep them free for you to read ! I hope you enjoy the book :) Jett I was born for this life. Biker through and through. I’ve watched many men come and go from this club. Seen a lot take Old Ladies, even wives, and seen a few lose them, too. I’ve seen some have kids and some lose them. I’ve also seen more than a few lose their own lives. I’ve watched women being snatched from this club, tortured, and even killed. My sister included. Snatched and tortured, I mean. She wasn’t killed. However, I’ll admit, she almost was. She had her throat cut, and I, still to this day, don’t understand how she survived. I’ve watched Willow get married and have a child of her own. Willow is special to me and always has been. She married Hammer, biological brother to Tank, my best friend, and husband to my other younger sister, Nova. They have a little girl, Ember, and a little boy, Michael. Named after his grandfather, aka Titus, a former high-ranking member of the Snakes Henchmen. He was killed along with his wife years ago. Noah, Willow’s little boy, also has his grandfather’s name. Noah Michael. Noah was born two months ago, and little Michael was born just a week later. They’ll be close when they grow up, just as it should be. My mother, nephews, niece, and three younger siblings are safe. We’ve all made sure of it. Hell, we’ve ensured every woman and child in this motorcycle club is safe. You wouldn’t believe the shi.t we’ve dealt with over the past few years. It’s only been quiet these past few months, thanks to Draven Vidal. Crazy story. It turns out that Hammer is, in fact, the half-brother of Don Draven Vidal on their father’s side. Yeah, it was a massive shock for all of us. A badass outlaw biker, the brother of a Mafia Don. You couldn’t make this shi.t up! Anyway, Vidal wanted Ghost dead for daring to fall in love with his cousin. Hammer talked to him, and Ghost ended up living and being able to marry Avery, Vidal’s cousin. They also had a baby around the same time as Willow and Nova. Little Daniel looks just like his father. Vidal also wiped out the threat against us at the time of wanting Ghost dead. Some small-time MC, trying to make a name for themselves. Trust me; they’re always trying to make a name for themselves. What better way to do that than fuc.k with the big boys? I don’t know what was going through my mind at Ghost and Avery’s wedding. Theirs was the second wedding I’d been to in the space of a few months. Nova and Tank, Willow, and Hammer all got married in August. Their wedding was a huge double ceremony that rivaled any MC had ever seen. Then, after waiting a few months for Avery to get better after being hospitalized for a while, Ghost and Avery got married at the beginning of December. Thank God no one else wanted to get married; I’ve needed this four-month break to get over it all. However, there’s just something about weddings and hot women. I knew who she was the second I laid eyes on her. Maria Vidal. The most beautiful creature I had ever seen, her long brown hair hanging down her back in silky waves. A flat stomach, full hip, tit.s big enough to fit in my big hands, long, toned legs and an ass I wanted to sink my teeth into had my mouth watering. She had a smile that lit up her whole face, skin so flawless and soft that I wanted to touch her all night long, and eyes of deep chocolate that sparkled with her laughter. My dic.k strained to get out and attack her puss.y! Should I have flirted with her at the bar? No. Should I have made it damn clear what I wanted from her? No. Should I have taken her to my room and fucke.d her damn brains out all night long? Hell, no. However, who was I to turn away from a woman that hot? And she was hot. Fuc.k was she ever. Yeah, she was a little worried that her brother would notice she’d gone, but luck was on my side. Draven approached her, and I pretended to be talking to Red. I couldn’t have Vidal thinking I wanted to fuc.k his sister; it would have caused all-out war. He’d made it plenty clear what he’d do to any man who so much as looked at Maria for too long. Never mind what he’d do if any man touched her. Not the death I want. But I have never been a man to stick to the rules. If I want something badly enough, I take it, consequences be damned, even if that means my death. Who doesn’t like to walk on the wild side? Who doesn’t like to taste the forbidden? Anyway, Vidal told Maria he was heading out, that she could stay a little longer and only because Hammer was there to keep an eye on her and make sure none of the MC men came near her, and that some bodyguard of hers would drive her home when she was ready to leave. Hammer didn’t notice Maria was gone that night. As soon as Vidal left, I grabbed Maria’s hand and dragged her behind me. Didn’t give a shi.t who was watching us, although I have to be honest and say it was only Red who noticed. The man gave me a cautiously raised eyebrow and a shake of his head, but right then, I didn’t give a fuc.k about anything but being inside that girl, and I was inside of her, deep inside the second I closed the door to my room. I pinned her against it, tore her clothes off, and fucke.d her like I’d never fucke.d anyone in my life before. Her body was picture-perfect. Precisely as I’d imagined all night. There was just something about her that I couldn’t quit. I couldn’t get enough of touching her, tasting her, fuckin.g her, needing her. I never thought any woman could be my drug, but she was exactly that, a drug I couldn’t get enough of, felt like I’d die if I didn’t take one more hit of, and just like a druggie, the more I tasted her, touched her, kissed her, fucke.d her, the more I wanted. It just never fuckin’ ended. I make every woman I fuc.k scream. That’s not me being cock.y, it's just the truth. However, with Maria, it was so much more. Every time she came, I felt it deep within my soul. She called out my name as she came, each and every time, and believe me, she fuckin’ came so many times it made my head spin. To this day, I still feel her legs around my waist, her nails down my back, her moans, her begs, and my name on her lips. I see her lying beside me, that beautiful blissed-out smile on her face in my dreams at night. Never has a woman invaded my thoughts like that. I have to forget her. Nothing could ever come of our night together. I know that. Hell, she knew that. ‘This can never happen again,’ She said. We were lying in my bed after the most intense orgas.m of my life. Both exhausted after hours of animalistic fuckin’. The only time we stopped before that moment was so she could answer the text Hammer sent her asking where she was. She texted him and her bodyguard, apologizing for leaving without telling them she was home safe in bed. Neither was too happy, but Hammer said that as long as she was okay, that’s all that mattered. Maria’s bodyguard told her he’d be stationed outside her apartment for the rest of the night. How she’d get past him without him seeing her, I didn’t know; I didn’t even care at the time. ‘I know.’ I told her with a kiss to her head. ‘If our paths ever cross in the future, you act like you don’t know me.’ ‘Don't worry, handsome. I knew what tonight was.’ She smiled, and it was a genuine smile. She wasn’t upset about how the night had to end. She’d enjoyed herself as much as I had. ‘You will be my secret. My very hot secret.’ She winked. ‘I’ll never forget tonight. It was the best night of my life. Thank you, Jett.’ ‘No, darlin’, thank you.’ It was probably stupid pulling her into my arms and holding her close to me. However, I felt a connection with that girl, something I’d never felt before. It got me right in the heart. That’s when she remarked how many damned condoms we’d used. A whole box of twelve, no lie. I mean, I’m a man that can fuc.k and fuc.k long, but twelve condoms? Shi.t, I hadn’t used that many condoms with one woman in my life. Fuc.k knows how she was even walking the next day. I’ve seen her once or twice since that day. Never to talk to, but around town with her bodyguards. She’s a hard woman to forget, let me tell you. Every woman I’ve been with since that night has paled in comparison. There is just no connection there with anybody. I’ve always been the fuc.k ‘em and walk away type. However, now it’s more like I fuc.k them hard and fast just to get off. Since when was se.x supposed to become mundane? That woman has wrecked my head! Yeah, I’ll forget about her in time, but for now, I like remembering all the things we did. Every single dirty fuckin’ thing. I’ve never been the settling-down type; I don’t want that shi.t. I like my life the way it is. I like to be free to fuc.k whom I want when I want. I can’t deny that I wouldn’t mind fuckin’ Maria now and again. I think she’s the only woman I’ve ever slept with who’s been able to keep up with me. Sure, she was no virgin, but she was a little shy at first. Like when she got to her knees in front of me, I’m not sure she’d ever sucked a dic.k in her life. But she was fuckin’ perfect, sucked my coc.k so hard I shot my load down her throat in seconds. She got off on the fact I held her throat and felt my cu.m as she drank it down. She got off on it so much she came without being touched, and fuc.k if that didn’t have me hard before she’d even released me from her mouth. God, I need to move on from this shi.t. I don’t know how I got away with Draven nor Hammer not finding out. Especially Hammer. I had thought Red would slip up somewhere. He seems to have been the only one who noticed me with Maria. But it seems I got away with it. Thank God. I seriously shouldn’t be so damn reckless. I drop my head on the bar and groan. “You look like I feel, Brother.” I look up at Tank. Fuckin’ shithead has been my best friend since I was born. The best friend a man could ever ask for. “What’s up with you?” “Ember has kept me up all damn night. The girl doesn’t realize she has her own room for a reason, and because she was screaming most of the night, she had Michael up screaming.” Tank shakes his head with a smile on his face. Now, Tank isn’t Ember's birth father. No one, including my sister, knows who is. She was attacked badly. However, from the moment Nova came home and brought Ember with her, Tank loved that little girl like his own. He adopted her over a year ago. He’s brilliant with her, and she sure does love her daddy. Ember is two and a half years of age and still thinks she can sleep in bed with her mommy and daddy. That’s the rod they made for their own backs when they gave into her as a baby. They gave Ember her own room over six months ago, and it’s still not going so well. They should have given Ember her own room while she was still a baby. Some nights, she’ll sleep in her own bed, and others, she’ll cry all night long because she wants her daddy. My dad told them to let Ember cry it out, but with Nova being so tired because Michael is just as clingy to her, she needs her rest when she can get it. It looks like neither of them is getting much. “Stick with it, Brother, it’ll happen soon enough.” “I hope you’re right.” I slap him on the back and chuckle. Rather, him than me. “Am I going to have to put up with this shi.t from my son?” I laugh loudly. “Damn right, you will. Those kids love their mom and dad. It’s tough now but stick with it, Tank. Those kids know they’re loved. Ember pushes it because you give in to her too easily.” “Can’t help it,” He shrugs. “She’s my little girl, and I hate to see her cry. Nova’s the same with Michael. However, I think that’s because he’s still a baby.” “Probably.” I laugh because there’s no point trying to advise him on his kids’ concerns. “I’m going for a walk; I need to clear my head.” “You know you can talk to me about anything, Jett.” “I know.” I smile but say nothing more. There’s nothing to talk about. I can’t even tell my best friend what I did with Maria because he’d kill me. She might not be his sister, but he looks out for her as if she was. There’s a car parked just outside the front gates. I noticed it as soon as I walked out the front door. A white Mercedes-Benz. A nice car. Expensive. Rick, the guy operating the gate, is leaning into someone. A woman. Maria. Fuc.k! No man here would ever threaten a woman, but the fact that little fuc.k has his unwelcome hands on her is too much. She hates it; I can see it from how she’s cringing. I’ll kill the cunt! I take off running. I want him away from her, and now!