Well, yes, Sir!
He smacks me on my ass as we walk in the bathroom making me jump as he laughs while turning the water on.
Pulling up to the clubhouse, I park my ride next to the other bikes in the lot. I found it hard to keep the smile off my face all the way here. Damnit, I’m supposed to be a badass, mean, motherfucking biker, but now that I’ve met and tasted the forbidden fruit that is Raegan, I’m becoming nothing but a fucking sap.
After driving Raegan’s cage back to the storage unit, we had a long goodbye session, and then I hopped back on my bike to get here. For some reason, I hated that she and I were going in different directions. She mentioned something about needing to meet for business after she’s done talking with Havoc later this afternoon. I can only hope that this talk is the same thing that’s running through my mind at the moment. Man, she has me thinking only about sex right now, and I’ve a lot of other things that need my full attention.
Fuck, this Havoc thing needs to be resolved and as friendly as possible. There’s no way I can give Raegan up now that I’ve tasted her. She definitely lived up to the hype from the rally in South Dakota, and it’s something I want to keep dipping into. Any son of a bitch would be crazy to let a woman like her go. My mind replays last night’s images with her on her knees sucking my cock, and it makes me want to rub one out right now.
My hard on is deflated when I see Tessa and a few of the other club whores leaving the clubhouse in what I assume is last night’s clothing. Not wanting to deal with that shit, I keep walking, ignoring them.
“Hey, Stone!” Tessa purrs as she approaches me. Didn’t this bitch get a clue last time she came onto me? “I didn’t see you last night. Do you need something before I go or need me to be here early tonight?” She starts to touch me even though I’ve already warned her.
“Listen, I don’t know how else to say this, but leave me the fuck alone. Don’t talk to me and definitely don’t fucking touch me. Got it? This is your last chance or you’re gone,” I say stepping around her and into the clubhouse.
My exceptionally good mood plummets.
As I’m walking past the bar towards my office, I see Reaper and Havoc waiting at a table having a beer. It’s only eleven thirty in the morning but around here alcohol can go with every meal—especially in this lifestyle.
“Morning, Prez,” Havoc greets. “Doing the walk of shame this morning?”
“Fuck off.”
We walk into the office and have a seat.
“So, speed racer, huh,” Reaper adds after sitting in the chair and crossing an ankle over his knee.
I give him a what the fuck look and see a questioning look from Havoc.
“You know they say adrenaline junkies are the best in bed, right?” Reaper continues talking, and I want nothing more than to reach over the desk and knock his teeth in. Havoc wasn’t there last night, nor the other guys for that matter, so he has no idea Raegan is Ghost Princess. They all left when we got to the storage unit. They also think she’s a blonde from the wig she was wearing.
“You want details about my dick and where it goes, Reaper?” I ask to dissuade this conversation.
It sets off a deep laugh from him. Ever since getting out of prison for killing a man when he was a teen then joining our club, he drowns himself in pussy. It’s definitely a way to cope with issues he’s got, but that’s his business and as long as his dick doesn’t start a war on top of the one we already have going on then dip away.
“Havoc, you said Brock sent some men here sometime last night?” I turn the attention to business and away from my sex life that I don’t want to yet reveal, especially in front of Havoc.
“It was either him or that pansy-ass Hector, but they trashed two businesses downtown in the middle of the night. Left their mark to make sure we knew. Hawk reported he saw it on his way home this morning.”
Hector is the president of the Vipers MC. He’s young and thinks he’s untouchable. Does whatever the fuck he wants without worrying about the consequences. It’s rumored that the dad had ties to a Mexican cartel, but there haven’t been any traces that Hawk has found. He and his VP, Brock, have been a pain in our asses ever since. Now that we’ve burned down one of their main warehouses we knew some trouble would be brought to our door step. They’ve doubled the members in their club, but the difference is that we’ve been around a lot longer and know how to play the game. We’ve wanted to clear them off the map for a while and this just further motivates us to get the job done.
“It had to be that pussy, Brock, after the ass whooping we gave him and the rest of those bastards when the race was over,” Reaper argues as he messes with the chains around his wrists. He wears a lot of metal around his neck and wrists.
“I agree, this has Brock written all over it,” I acknowledge.
“Prez, I—” just as Havoc starts to say something my office door burst open and Ledger barrels in.
“Prez, you need to see this,” Ledger insists, out of breath.
We all stand and follow him out and into the lot by our bikes. The first thing I notice is the metal fifty-gallon barrel in the middle of the lot with some of our brothers standing around it. As we approach, a horrible stench wafts in the air the closer we get. As I peer over the barrel, my stomach rolls.
“Jesus Christ!” I yell and pinch my nose closed.
Inside is the body of one of our prospects. He’s missing his eyes, and it looks as though his tongue is missing too.
“How the fuck did this get here?” I demand looking around the lot.
“Came about twenty minutes ago. Someone left it out by the auto shop,” Riot answers.
