I needed to get to her.
I had to save her. She was everything and I’d die without her.
It was too late.
There were no survivors.
Eagle
Two Years Ago
THE COPPER PENNY Bar and Grill was always rife with willing pussy, and tonight was no exception. Obviously owned by the Dead Presidents MC, with our logo on the front of the building and a long line of motorcycles parked out front, the only women who dared entered were either ol’ ladies looking for their men, or unattached women looking to spread their legs for a military veteran turned biker.
Our club had a reputation with the ladies, and adventurous broads across Seattle made it their goal to see if that rep held true. They wanted dominating men who weren’t afraid to hold them down and fuck them, a desire I was all too willing to accommodate. There weren’t many things that made me feel alive anymore, but sex, at least, reminded me that I still had a pulse.
Besides, sometimes when I was fucking, I could close my eyes and remember what it was like to have Genie beneath me.
The Dead Presidents hadn’t patched me in as a member yet, but after two months as a prospect, I’d learned the ropes and had gotten to know most of the brothers. Luckily, the broads in this joint didn’t give two shits about which patches I had on my cut, as long as I donned that leather vest they all seemed to lose their minds over. And the fact that I was still new meat, only increased my demand.
Chicks were always willing to warm my bed. The trick, was getting them out of it after I was done.
As I rounded the corner of the bar, a blonde and a brunette sitting at a side booth caught my eye with finger waves and suggestive smiles. I was about to head over and see if I could strum up a threesome when two brothers pushed past me and joined the duo. The blonde cast me a disappointed look and I was tempted to walk over there and make shit awkward, but the last thing I needed was to piss off brothers before patching in. I was tired of doing grunt work and had no desire to be a prospect any longer than necessary.
Besides, like I said, the bar was full of willing pussy. I’d find more.
A curvy little brunette was sitting at the bar, watching me from beneath her eyelashes. She gave me a welcoming smile and patted the bar stool next to her. I took her up on the offer, checking her out as I approached. Medium brown hair, dark eyes, lips a little too thin for my liking, but she had one hell of a nice rack. The kind of plump, round tits I loved to fuck. Tits had always been my weakness.
“Hey, Eagle, the usual?” the bartender, another club prospect who went by the name of Brass, asked. Brass had gotten his road name from the brass knuckles he always carried. I’d never been a fan of the weapon or the man—only pussies needed to enhance their punches—but as a sniper, I couldn’t say shit. I’d spent the past ten years taking out marks who never even knew I existed. Lots of people would consider that cowardly as hell.
I’d saved a lot of lives as a sniper, but not the one that mattered most.
“Yep. Thanks, Brass,” I replied.
“Eagle, huh?” the brunette asked, her gaze taking in my tats, lingering on my arms. “You’re one of the new guys. I’ve heard about you.” Her smile was suggestive, indicating that she liked what she’d heard.
I shrugged. “Don’t go believing everything you hear, babe.” She did have a nice rack, and wearing a low-cut v-neck, she clearly wanted people to look. I got an eyeful before returning her smile. Brass served me a Jack Daniels, neat. I tossed it back and ordered another before returning my attention to the broad. “What’d you hear about me, anyway?”
“That you’re hung like a horse, you fuck like a wild animal, and…” she hesitated, taking a sip of her drink before continuing, “You’re an asshole.”
She probably expected me to deny it, but instead, I gave her another shrug. “On second thought, believe everything. That shit’s all true.”
“Good to know,” she said with a nod. She didn’t believe it. They never did. The more honest I was, the more they thought they could fix me or harness me or whatever. Like one taste of their pussy would have me tumbling head over heels in love. But that shit wasn’t possible since my heart never came home from Iraq. There was nothing left for these bitches but my body.
“I’m Mindy,” the brunette said, chewing on her straw while she watched me. “You wanna get out of here?” She leaned closer, rubbing her leg against mine. “Maybe go next door?”
Most members and prospects had rooms next door in the renovated old fire station that served as the club’s headquarters. The fact Mindy knew this told me this wasn’t her first rodeo, and I wasn’t her first bull. No doubt she’d saddled up and ridden her fair share of my brothers. Good. I wasn’t looking for some innocent virgin who’d get the wrong idea and expect to be more than just a fuck.
Brass set my second drink down. I gave him a nod and tossed it back before pushing away from the bar and offering Mindy my hand. She gulped down the last of her fruity, sweet-smelling drink and elbowed the redhead on the bar stool beside her. The redhead was making out with another prospect named Wasp. As they pulled apart, he gave me a chin lift.
“Hey, Eagle.” Wasp’s gaze drifted to Mindy and the corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk. “Have fun.”
Wasp was a good guy, and one hell of a mechanic, but he didn’t take anything but bikes seriously. He was all smiles and jokes all the damn time. Well, when he didn’t have his tongue down some broad’s throat. I eyed the redhead he still had his arm wrapped around as she rubbed against him. Looked like I wasn’t the only one who’d be heading for the fire station soon. “Thanks brother, you too.”
The girls finished talking, and Mindy slid her small hand in mine and hopped down from the barstool. She had to be maybe five-three, a full foot shorter than me. Probably wouldn’t be able to kneel when she sucked my cock; she’d have to sit on the bed. That was the thought running through my mind as I led her next door.
As usual, a handful of brothers were hanging out in the common area, shooting pool and playing darts. A dark-haired club whore by the name of Kim was working on Sage, the club’s counselor, by the fire pole. As we approached, Kim unzipped Sage’s jeans and pulled out his dick, palming it before she slipped it past her lips.
“She’s such a slut,” Mindy muttered, sounding disgusted.
