“And by place he means pussy at Forbidden, Dash,” Reaper, our Sergeant at Arms, speaks up. Our brothers like to visit the local strip club we own right outside of town.
We all get a good howl because we all know that Dash is the only one who would pay for pussy, instead of getting it free here at the clubhouse.
Ledger slides Blaze’s envelope over to me, and I nod. Blaze is currently serving time in prison but should be released within the next few weeks. We’ve all had a stint at one time or another. This was his first time going in.
“I’ll make sure his Ol’ Lady gets this,” I say and everyone at the table nods.
Blaze took a massive hit for the club two years ago and for that we own him his share of everything we make. He has a family who needs to be taken care of while serving time and we take care of our own. Blaze is one of my younger blood brothers, and I’d never leave his family in a lurch. My sis-in-law and niece will never have to worry about anything while her husband is prison. She’s had to put up with plenty of shit over the years from her side of the family for being part of this club, and we’ll never add to her stress. That’s not what we stand for.
“Anything else we need before we start our weekend?”
“Yeah, how’s Crusher doing?” Twitch asks about my dad.
Crusher is actually my dad’s road name, but he can no longer ride. He was one of the founders of Dead Road MC that started the mother chapter in Tucson, Arizona. He was president until about five years ago when he and our brothers were ambushed by an MC and hit with several bullets. He’s been in a wheelchair ever since. Right before that all happened I was sent here to Sweetwater to start up another Dead Road MC Chapter leaving Tucson. Dad had only been here a year with us. He’s has been trying some new therapy and is starting to get a small amount of feeling back in his feet. He isn’t convinced that it is working, but my stepmom, Melissa, thinks that things might be looking positively for him.
“He fine. Yells all time at Mom,” Rocky, my little brother who has Down syndrome, says. He’s been part of our club for a while and did his stint as a prospect just like everyone else. He might not go on a lot of the dangerous runs with us often, but we keep him in the loop with a lot of the dealings. He helps out a lot around the clubhouse and the auto shop, which takes a huge chunk of stress off me.
“He’s doing well. Melissa has him doing some kind of new therapy and seems hopeful this go around. Anything else?”
No one submits anything so I slam the gavel down.
“Adjourned.”
The rest of the day I’m spent bent over paperwork and keeping everything up to date with each of the businesses and doing payroll for our employees. Not realizing how long I’ve had been hunkered down in the office staring at numbers, I peek over at the window to find that it’s dark out. Just as I was about to stretch my legs, Dash bursts through the office door.
“What the hell?” I utter jumping out of my chair ready for whatever attack we’re under.
“Prez, I think that you should come out to the garage and see what the prospects found tonight.” He looks a tad nervous which puts me on high alert.
We walk down towards one of our buildings we hold guests in when we haul them in for a visit. As we approach the closed bay on the far side of the auto shop, I hear yelling. The closer I get the louder the yelling match coming from behind the closed door gets.
Christ! So much for not drawing attention to the compound. If we were any closer to town, it’d wake everyone up.
“What the hell is going on in there, Dash?” I grab for his leather before he opens the door. “And why is there a female’s voice yelling?”
He shrugs, “The prospects were out patrolling like we wanted and found one of the Vipers’ men and this female down an alley. They picked them both up and brought them here.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose feeling a headache coming on from the lack of sleep I got last night. Taking a deep sigh, I walk in. The scene before me is something out of a comic book. The prospects have a woman tied to a chair, while one of the prospects is in the corner with a bag of ice over his balls. Everyone else is standing around watching this female berate him.
The closer I get in the open area the more the female comes into view. When I finish scanning over her stunning body in bright orange, tight workout shorts and matching sports bra, it hits me like a ton of bricks.
Fuck!
It’s the woman from this morning when I went for my ride. I examine her face again and out of nowhere my body starts to buzz. Then I see her sapphire blue eyes turn toward me and I’m dumbstruck
It’s also the woman who ghosted me up in South Dakota after the best sex of my life.
I see Reaper out of the corner of my eye with the member of the Vipers. He’s hog tying him and secured his mouth and blindfolded his eyes in the back of the van. I can only imagine what has transpired tonight.
“Prospect, what were you thinking grabbing them off the street and bringing them back here?” Brass growls then makes a move towards one of them.
I decide to stay in the shadows for a bit and see how this plays out. No reason to get involved until necessary. Why would this woman be associated with a Viper? The Vipers MC is located over an hour away in Big Spring. It doesn’t make any sense unless she’s a plant.
“Sir, we were patrolling like you asked and saw these two running from the main street toward an alleyway. When we approached, we saw Vipers MC on his cut, so we decided to bring him in and find out what his intentions were for being in our town.”
“Sounds reasonable but never bring them back to our home base unless you talk with a patched member,” I huff out and start to step forward when the female who had all my morning thoughts jumbled, speaks up.
“I don’t know what is going on here, but I’m not with this loser or any snake for that matter,” she hatefully sneers to Brass, but he seems unfazed by her tone. “I was out on my nightly run when I saw that scumbag grab an old lady’s purse then take off running. I tried to stop him by chasing him down and almost succeeded when tweedle dee and dummy over there, scooped us up and threw us in the back of the van. Check the purse in the van and you’ll see it belongs to a poor old lady with white hair. He knocked her down in the process so someone probably needs to go check on her.” She gives a small shrug since she’s tied down. This woman works out like a machine, and my dick appreciates all the effort she does to keep her body in this shape.
