He was right. He’d been hit, and blood trailed down his front, soaking his shirt and cut, leaving a trail of blood behind us. His complexion was pale but his eyes were focused, so I figured it couldn’t have been too bad.
We got inside, the shade of the clubhouse more than welcoming, and Mason took Crank off to be patched up.
“Thanks,” Crank called back to me as Vin came over, his expression dark.
“Just stay alive. I haven’t finished my tattoos yet,” I replied.
He laughed darkly as he walked further down the hallway.
“What the fuck happened out there?” Vin barked out, frustration and anger vibrating from him.
“It was a shit show, Prez. A setup, for sure. Semi and Skate back yet?” I asked, pulling off my cut and shirt. They were both covered in Crank’s blood and I needed to get them, and myself, clean before ATF turned up, which would be anytime now, no doubt.
“Semi is back, but I haven’t seen Skate yet. He’s not answering his cell either.” Vin looked worried, and you knew it was bad if the prez was worried.
“Could be driving?” I suggested
“Could be.”
“We got company,” Jase replied breathlessly as he jogged inside.
“Go wash up, quickly,” Vin ordered, and I didn’t need to be asked twice.
~ 6 ~
A loud knocking came at my door seconds before it was kicked in.
I stayed under the hot water of my shower, letting the soap suds and water wash away any evidence I had on me. The curtain was pulled back abruptly and I stared out at the two ATF agents glaring in at me. Their guns were aimed at my face and I cocked an eyebrow at them and smiled, blinking away the water that ran down my face. One was male and the other female, both dressed in white shirts and black pants, and both of them cocky motherfuckers.
My smile crept higher up my face as I lifted my hands into the air, dropping the cloth I’d just been scrubbing myself with and giving a full-frontal show of my cock to both agents. The female one’s gaze automatically fell to my dick and my grin rose even higher.
“Well all right then, darlin’, you feel like joining me?” I drawled, and she blushed and looked back up at my face. “You know you want to.”
“Put your hands fucking up!” the male agent barked.
I let out a loud laugh and glanced up at my hands, which were still raised. Water continued to cascade down on my naked body, pounding against my hard muscles. The female agent reached in and grabbed my arm to drag me out, getting herself soaked in the process.
“Get out, now!” she yelled in my face, her mascara beginning to run.
She was attractive, if you liked the strict disciplinarian type. Hair tied back in a low bun thingy, no doubt matching white cotton panties and bra, but I bet she had a real dark side. Probably liked to walk across her boyfriend’s back in high heels while pouring wax over his asshole.
I stepped out of the shower and peered down at her. “You got a little something here,” I said, reaching down to wipe away some of the mascara with my thumb.
She slapped my hand away and started to drag me out of the room while I chuckled even louder.
Not sure whether she’d forgotten that I was completely fucking naked or she just didn’t care, but I entered the center of the clubhouse with my cock swinging, and leaving a trail of water behind me.
My brothers were already on the floor, facedown and hands behind their backs, while another agent aimed his gun at them. It was Vin who looked up first and saw me naked. He started to laugh, a deep, bass-y sound that reverberated through the room, and one by one my brothers all looked up and started to laugh too. A slow ripple moved through them all as I strutted over, cock swinging and a swagger in my step.
“What the fuck is going on here, brothers?” I asked. “I knew I was a pussy magnet, but this shit is getting ridiculous. Bitches coming in and dragging me out before I’ve even had chance to wash my motherfucking hair.”
That made everyone laugh even more, and I swear to this day that I saw one of the other agents standing guard over my brothers crack a grin.
“For God’s sake, Monroe, get him some pants, now!” the agent that was clearly in charge said, coming forward. He was dressed pretty much the same as the other two, but he had on a pair of thick-framed glasses.
Monroe, who was obviously the pretty little thing that was still manhandling my arm, looked down at my cock and then up at my face, her cheeks going red. Our eyes connected, and I grinned again.
“It’s okay, darlin’, I like a dominant woman.” I winked, and she let go of me and stepped back, clearly fucking embarrassed by the whole thing.
