CHAPTER NINETEEN
Capone
Slipping from the bed I have an early start of figuring out all this new shit. Looking at my sleeping sex kitten with a whole new light this morning. That blow job last night was top notch. Never have I ever been a man to blow on a BJ like that before. That was insane. The warmth of her lips, the way she slicked that tongue, the devilish look in her eyes as she sucked and swallowed my load, all of that has me now adjusting my cock in my jeans as I reach the bar.
“Morning, brother,” Viper says, looking me up and down. His eyes stay on my semi a little longer than normal.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” I spit giving him the side eye as he falls back in his chair holding his hands in front of him grinning.
“Oh, nothing, brother. Nothing at all.” I follow his look as he looks down to his semi. We both laugh as I pull out the barstool. Mrs. H slides a plate of bacon and eggs my way with a tall glass of OJ. Just what my stomach ordered.
“So, brother, plan is?” I ask Viper over a fork full of food, my stomach growling. The club house is quiet, save a few prospects asleep on couches. Beer bottles and cups are strewn all over, clothing hangs from lights, stair banners and the backs of chairs making me shake my head.
“Missed a rager by the looks of it.” Biting down on another sweet piece of bacon covered in thick yellow yolk.
“Missed a bomb going off is more like it,” Mrs. H snaps out annoyance lacing her tone I meet her eyes with a weak smile. Viper pushes the stool out so fast it screeches over the wooden floor. His heavy boots thud across the room to the sleeping prospects.
“1,2,3.” I say with knowing in my voice as the enforcer enforces a blacked booted wake-up call while yelling into their blissfully sleeping ears.
“UP ASSHOLES! Clean this FUCKING MESS UP!” he takes a small breath in-between while moving onto the next guy whom is in a semi-waking state from the previous scream at one of his comrades.
“YOU, DICK BREATH, UP!” kicking his hand hard and fast it just about circles around to slap him in his own face.
Onto the next he boots him in the ribs the kid wakes up gasping for air as I stifle a laugh.
“Mrs. H doesn’t need to walk into this pig mating ground. Now GET UP! Grab a Chica or ten and fucking clean.” Wiping his hands together as he steps up by me, pulling Mrs. H over the counter slightly he kisses her cheeks.
“Oh, darling boy, what would I do without you.” Smiling her massive motherly grin at us. She’s like a grandma to us boys, always around, always caring and always without a doubt fixing monumental fuck ups, like women who we are dodging, this woman has done it all. We respect her hard.
“Don’t mention it, Mrs. H, it’s not your job to clean up after them.”
“Oh, just you two boys then is it?” She says swatting him with the dish cloth in her hand.
“Yes, defiantly just us and considering we were, well how should I say this, unavailable last night this mess ain’t yours.” Hitting my arm as I slide from the bar, Wise Guy opens church for us.
“Oh, well my boys. Now I see.” Talking our plates from the bar top.
“Off you go before you’re in more shit for doing bad things to the princesses of this club.” Walking out to the kitchen. Viper falls in next to me as I stride toward Wise Guy.
“She’s something else, isn’t she?” he says to me coffee in hand.
“That she is,” I say taking my seat. We’re waiting for the men of the hour to deliver whatever crazy ass fate they have come up with now.
Plans, plans are made, and plans are broken. Just like someone’s word once spoken can be broken. As men, we try to stay true to our words. I am a man whom is about to break all that.
Plans and my words, but the code of brotherhood and honor come before the words spoken and promised to a lover. She knows this world, this life and just what is expected as much as she will scream and yell and curse it’s what needs to happen. It hurts that I said I would stay safe, stay on his side of earth with her and now listening to the information being passed around us at this table I am unsure if that is the case.
Blake Clark is an insanely unstable human being. He’s after us and he’s taken out more stronger clubs than the AOS. It was bloody, it was carnage on acid and it’s not something I would like to come to my home, my brothers, my lady. It’s coming though, and the plan Ace has to stop him is just as insane.
Then the Mexican’s, now that’s a beef that goes way back to when Ace saved a wee women way back in the day. Fresh from war he was amped, angry and full of hate from all he had seen and broken by all torture they went through. This young Mexican guy was slapping around a beautiful young woman in the carpark of the local bar as Ace watched from his bike. The dick spat at her, screamed in her face, hit her repeatedly even kicking her.
The breaking point was “You belong to me. Your father had a debt to my father and that debt is paid by you being my wife. Fight all you want I will beat you like a dog and fuck you like a whore till you know who owns you.” He calmly walked over to assist this woman who was bleeding while tears streaked her face. Her eyes
pleaded with him to help her, but her head shook in warning of what would come to her if he did. Little did she know this was Ace Austin and he was trained to fuck shit up and slip into the night without being seen.
He approached, some punches were thrown some words sworn and cussed out into the night. People milled around then a gun was drawn, Ace backed off apologizing to the guy his hands in the air. Standing by her side, falling to his knees with a kick to his gut, he took the opportunity to tell the pretty lady that she will see him soon. With that she was yanked up by her hair, a yelp leaving her scared and pale body. Her hands flew up to the hands in her hair trying to loosen the burning grip of her hair being yanked from her scalp by her roots.
Mexican dick bag then barked down to Ace “Don’t touch what you can’t afford, Senor,” before spitting in Ace’s face and dragging this poor woman off. Ace made his way to his bike, blood dripping from his nose and lip, a reminder of war. Driving out to where this cock had taken the girl Ace broke in, trained Navy Seal silent, took the girl, and wrote on the wall of the room he had her tied to the bed in.
