Blaydes Betrayal (Savage Saints MC Book 2)

by J. Lynn Lombard

  The waitress approaches our table with our food in her hands. She drops them off with a wink and walks away. We both start eating. In comfortable silence, I find the inner strength I need to get through this. To prove to everyone I’m not a failure. With Siren by my side, I will be able to get through this and finally lay my past to rest and move on with the future.

  Chapter 17

  Stryker

  Blayde and Siren left a while ago and the rest of us are holed up in Church while Kayne rips us a new one. For what? I have no idea because I wasn’t paying attention. My mind keeps wandering to Holly and what she’s doing right now in my house. Is she sleeping in my bed touching herself wishing I was there touching her instead? Is she showering in my marble stand up shower imagining I’m in there with her, licking the water off her succulent body with my tongue? Is she looking through my things trying to uncover any secrets of mine? Is she laying on my dining room table stroking her wet pussy thinking it’s my tongue playing with her clit, inhaling her sexy scent? Fuck me. Now I’m rock hard in a room full of men while Kayne bitches us out. Thinking we aren’t supporting Blayde and his fucked up shit but we do. We all have secrets of our own. Secrets we need salvation from. Blayde’s just happens to be front and center.

  “Stryker,” Kayne snarls.

  “Yeah, Prez?” I adjust my rock hard dick, cross my arms and shift uncomfortably in my seat. Kayne called me out. Shit.

  “Do you have any objection on going to Cali? Are you with us or no?” Kayne’s sitting in his chair at the head of the table. He’s on edge and I see the fury hiding behind his tense body.

  “Yeah. I’m in.” I respond uncrossing my arms and setting them on the large oak table. I look Kayne in the eyes. “I won’t leave a brother behind.”

  “Good. We roll out in the morning. Boys, take today off and enjoy it before we head out. Our plane leaves at seven a.m.” Kayne slams the gavel on the table and everyone stands up to leave. I follow close behind Ace. Since we’re leaving, some of the guys are talking about having a party. All I want to do is go to my house and see Holly. Give her a farewell fuck before I go. Have her tiny body wrapped around me, riding the fuck out of my dick and using it as her own toy.

  I’ve really screwed up with her and I don’t know how to fix it. She doesn’t deserve the fucked up shit I’ve done. I don’t grovel or beg for forgiveness. I am who I am and do what needs to be done, fuck the consequences. And maybe that’s the problem.

  “Stryker. You down bro?” Tex asks snapping me out of my head.

  “Count me in.” For what? I have no fucking clue again.

  I cross my arms over my chest and a scowl etched on my face as I lean against the counter in the kitchen. A familiar giggle pierces the air and drives straight into my heart. Holly’s here now. What the fuck? I thought she was staying at my house for a while longer. There goes my idea on riding over there and fucking her.

  Holly breezes into the kitchen with the grace of a ballet dancer or some shit like that and a huge smile on her face. “Hey boys! Are you hungry? I can whip up something quick.”

  A round of “yeahs” ring around the room and I’m so fucking pissed right now. I snarl and make eye contact with every single brother out here. Holly isn’t their fucking servant and I won’t have her treated that way. The kitchen quiets down and everyone’s looking at me, including Holly. The smile she was gracing me with earlier disappears as she narrows her eyes.

  “Holly isn’t your fucking maid. Make your own fucking food.” I bark. No one says a word or makes a move. “Think I’m fucking joking? Try it and see if I don’t fuck you up with the fork you want to eat from.”

  Holly is the first one to make a move. She saunters up to me so close I can smell the shampoo she used before she left my place. I bought some girly things for her if she ever came over. With Holly standing so close to me, my dick is straining against the zipper of my jeans begging for her warm wet pussy. She crooks her slender finger and I bend down so she can reach my ear with her lips. Excitement pounds through my veins making my heart beat hard against my chest. I settle a hand on her waist and pull her against me.

  “Stryker,” Holly whispers in my ear. I hold back a groan from the way my name rolls off her lips. “You have no right telling me what I can and cannot do.” She grips my hair with her free hand and pulls. I can’t help but moan in response. Pushing my body against hers, Holly can feel how bad I want her right now. She sucks in a deep breath but continues. “You’ve had your chance with me and fucked it up.”

  She releases my hair and pulls my hand gripping her waist away. She steps away from me and starts making food for everyone. She pins me with a look over her shoulder that would have me falling to my knees groveling if it wasn’t for everyone watching us.

  I storm from the kitchen and the watchful eyes of every brother in there and slam the back door so hard it vibrates. The cool air nips at my face while I pace back and forth trying to calm the fuck down. Every once in a while I’ll sneak a peek in the window of the kitchen and watch her cook and laugh. Then I’ll need to calm down all over again.

  Why do I keep fucking shit up with Holly? Why do I act like an asshole with her and piss her off? Why can’t I be a normal human with other people’s feelings in mind when I shoot my mouth off? Because I’m a fucked up asshole. That’s why. The teasing and taunting of my childhood rear its ugly head. Whispers float around my brain telling me I’m not good enough. I’ll never be good enough. I’ll be just like my father. Just like the man who left me when I was a kid with a woman who never should have had children.

  The back door slams shut and the voices quiet down when the one woman who doesn’t know how much she makes them go away steps forward with a plate of food in her hands.

  “I thought you’d be hungry.” Holly holds out a plate of food filled with eggs, bacon and sausage and a spoon on top. I cock an eyebrow and take the plate from her tiny hands. Our fingers brush and a shot of fire races up my spine. Holly giggles. “I didn’t want you to fuck yourself up so I brought you a spoon instead of a fork.”

  I sit on the wooden swing with my plate and spoon and begin to eat. Holly takes a seat next to me, releasing a deep sigh. “Stryker, you’ve got to stop messing with my head. One day you act all sweet and ready for me. Then the next you push me away. I can’t keep doing this with you. I found all the things you bought me at your house. That’s a sweet thing. Then you act that way inside?”

  I stop eating her delicious food and swallow the bite I took, looking at Holly. She has tears swelling in her brown eyes and blinks them away.

  “I’m an asshole. I’ll be the first to admit it. I’m trying not to be but I don’t know how to be anything else.” I admit.

  “I don’t want you to change who you are, Stryker. I want you to find yourself before we find each other. I found who I am. Now it’s your turn.” Holly leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth. I grip her head in my free hand and rest my forehead against hers.

  “You’re right. I’m trying.”

  “And I’ll be waiting. But Stryker, find what’s in here.” Holly settles her hand against my chest over my pounding heart. “Then the rest will fall into place.” She stands up and disappears into the house, leaving me alone. I can do it. I know I can. I can do it for her and for me. But first Blayde needs my help.

  Chapter 18

  Blayde

  Riding always clears my head and relaxes my soul. It’s twice as rewarding having Siren snuggled up against my back as the pavement disappears with every mile. Kayne called while we were at the diner and told me that we’re leaving in the morning. I could hear guys in the background raving about throwing a party before we leave. I don’t want to party, but it’s what the guys need to unwind before the shit hits the fan. All I want to do is spend the night with Siren. Worshipping her sleek body with my own.

  I pull into the Clubhouse and the sight before me is breathtaking, reminding me why I love this club, these brothers. Why I sacrifice my
soul for these men. The sun has risen high in the sky and the air is warm today. There are bikes lined up perfectly side by side in front of the house with an empty spot next to Kayne’s for mine. I roll up and back into my spot. Once I cut the engine, I can hear the deep bass of Nagazi’s metal thrashing music pumping through the sound system. Brothers are coming and going with patch whores wrapped around them giggling. Poison and Siren are the only two Ol’ Ladies we have here so it’s free range on the rest of the brothers. Tonight I will make it official with Siren. I’m going to give her my patch. Then she and Poison will get their Ol’ Lady tattoos from Talon. Poison has been holding off so she can experience it with Siren. It pissed Kayne off but he will do whatever makes her happy. I filled Kayne in on the idea when he called and he said he’ll have everything set up and ready when we get back.

  I caress Siren’s knee and she leans into me further, wrapping her arms tighter against my waist stroking her fingers under my cut. My cock is begging for relief, but it will have to take a backseat for a little while.

  “Ready?” I ask

  “Do I have to kick some ass tonight or will we be able to enjoy the party?” Siren counters.

  I look around the house. Some patch whores are watching us with a seductive look in their eyes and others are ignoring us, trying to snag another brother into making them their Ol’ Lady. Little do they understand they’re just there to fill a void most of these guys have. I feel bad, but they knew what they were walking into initially. Siren gets off my bike waiting for me.

  “After today, every person here will know that you belong to me. Come on.” I climb off my bike and take Siren’s hand in mine. We walk together into the house and avoid the daggers a few women are throwing her way. I release Siren’s hand and bro hug a few brothers we run into dancing with the patch whores.

  The bass pounding through the sound system is intense in this room. The beat thrums through my body. Siren sways her body to the music. Her hips pop to the beat and she runs her hands up her figure into her long hair. It’s a seductive dance made just for me. I approach her and move my body in time with hers. She curves her ass against my dick and sways her body with mine. I wrap my arms around her waist pinning her sweaty body against me. I’m rock hard against the zipper of my jeans and nip at Siren’s neck when she throws her hair off to the side giving me better access. A shudder rips through her body. I lick and bite her neck, trailing hot wet kisses from her ear down. My hands grip her breasts through her shirt and Siren moans, grinding against my cock.

  “I have something for you,” I whisper in her ear.

  Siren turns around and grinds her pussy on my leg, dancing to the music. “What?” She asks, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me against her. I look up and spot Kayne and Poison in their own seductive dance. I nod my head when he looks up and they leave the room. The music turns down to a quiet level and everyone stops dancing and talking, watching us. My heart is beating hard against my chest. Nervous she won’t accept what I’m offering.

  “I’ve been waiting for the right woman to come into my life that accepts everything about me. My dedication to the club, my loyalty to my brothers, and most importantly my heart. I’m not an innocent man and I’ll make mistakes, but Siren, will you wear my patch?”

  Kayne walks up to us with a leather cut in his hands and holds it out to Siren. She pulls away from me with tears in her eyes. Siren gently takes it and looks it over. Her name is on the left side and Ol’ Lady on the right. On the back is Savage Saints on the top rocker, our club logo in the middle and Property of Blayde as the bottom rocker.

  “You’re really serious?”

  “Deadly serious. I want to make you my Ol’ Lady and show the world you belong to me and I belong to you. What do you say?”

  “Yes. Oh my God, Blayde. Yes.” She slips the leather cut on and throws herself at me, wrapping her legs around my waist peppering my face with kisses. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”

  Hoots, hollers and catcalls pierce the room. The brothers congratulate us with Siren still wrapped around me, kissing my face, neck and ears. She’s not letting go and neither am I.

  “There’s one more thing, Butterfly.” I hold her body tighter against me.

  The look of love and lust fill her green eyes. “What?”

  “I want you to get my tattoo on you. Poison said she’s been waiting for me to pull my head out of my ass so you two can do it together.”

  Her smile falters a little and I’m freaking out. “I’d love to get your tattoo. But…” Siren trails off.

  “But what?”

  She graces me with a beaming smile. “You have to get one when we’re done.”

  “Deal.” I lean in and kiss Siren. Pouring every emotion I have into the kiss.

  Siren pulls away and rests her forehead against mine. “I love you Blayde.”

  “I love you too, Siren.” She kisses me again her body still wrapped around me. She moves her hips, rubbing her pussy against my aching cock. A moan rips through my lips as Siren’s tongue battles with my own. I grip her ass tighter, pushing her down onto me. The need to fuck her hard overcomes me but Poison stops us from leaving.

  “Girl, we need to get our ink,” she smirks when Siren groans.

  “Right now?” Siren pouts against my lips.

  “Yes, right now. If I let you leave, you won’t come back.” Siren unwraps her legs from around my waist and I settle her feet onto the ground, still kissing her.

  “I’ll be back.” She kisses me one last time. Poison yanks on her arm pulling her away from me.

  “You know where to find us.” Poison sings as she leads Siren to the makeshift tattoo room where Talon is waiting for them.

  Once they’re out of sight, the music is cranked back up and everyone starts dancing and having a good time again. Kanye approaches me gripping my shoulder. “Rooster found something you need to see before we head out in the morning.”

  I follow him into the communications room. Rooster is at the computer again pulling images up on the screens. I close the door behind me blocking out the noise in the other room.

  “What am I looking at?” I ask. None of them make sense. Images of a biker gang going in and out of a depleted building stare back at me.

  “This is taken three years ago. Do you recognize these places?” Rooster asks.

  I stare at the images not recognizing any of them. “No. Why? Where are they?”

  He pulls up the last one of a young woman surrounded by bikers. Her shoulder-length brown hair with blonde highlights is hiding her face but I recognize her body anywhere. The bikers are wearing cuts I don’t recognize.

  “What does this have to do with Monica?” I’m so confused. She told me nothing about her past when we were together but that she hated Club life. So why am I looking at images of her with bikers?

  “It looks like she had a secret life,” Kayne voices.

  I step closer reading her body language. She’s comfortable around whoever these guys are. “We never heard about a Club coming into our territory around this time.”

  “That’s because they met in areas outside our territory. They stayed under the radar and never crossed the lines.” Kayne confirms.

  “Who are they and why does Monica know them?”

  “That’s another thing we need to ask her when we go there. This isn’t going to be easy Blayde. If she’s running with these guys, we have to give them a heads up if we cross into their area. I’ve already called Krimson and she’s looking into who they are and will set up a meeting if needed. She’s meeting us at the airport with her crew and taking us to her place first. Then we’ll go from there.”

  “Then let’s not cross their territory. Let’s draw Monica to us.” I suggest. Kayne nods his head in agreement.

  Shit’s getting real. I’m going to face a ghost of my past soon and all I can think about is why Monica would betray me. Why she would fight me tooth and nail on being in a Club when all along she was cozying up with one? Who is she
really? Why did she target me? In less than twenty-four hours I should have my answers. No matter what I have to do to get them, whether blood will be shed, bones will break or she takes her last breath, Monica will give me answers.

  Chapter 19

  Siren

  The constant buzzing of the tattoo gun as it inks my skin is relaxing and peaceful. I love getting tattoos, especially when my head is in a bad place. I can choose what I want and welcome the pain of the needle as it punctures my skin, creating beautiful designs and chasing away the demons shadowing my soul.

  When Poison and I came into the makeshift room Talon was set up in, my jaw dropped at the sketches laid out before us. They were both beautifully designed. Poison’s has a purple rose dripping with blood to the left of the Savage Saints logo and Property of Kayne written below in Old English. Above it was The Cleaner written in chiller font.

  Mine has a pink and purple butterfly spreading its wings to the left of the Savage Saints logo and Property of Blayde written below in Old English. I don’t have a special role in the Club so I don’t have anything extra above mine.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Poison’s excitement is rubbing off on me. “I’ve been wanting to do this, but I wanted us to have this special moment together as sisters.”

  “I have an idea.” I respond. Poison is straddling the chair wearing a black sports bra, Talon has set up in the room. He’s buzzing away on her lower back getting a lot done in the little bit of time. According to her, it’s the best place to put it and the reasons she told me is something I didn’t want burned in my brain but since she said it, that’s all I see.

  “What?” Poison asks on a wince. Talon must have hit a muscle on her back the way her face scrunched up.

  “You know how the guys have their own brother tattoo’s? What if we get one of our own as sisters?”

  “I love it!” Poison jumps a little in the chair.

  “Poison for someone who loves inflicting pain on someone, you sure can’t handle a needle very well.” Talon teases.