A look of longing passes in Monica’s eyes before she schools her features and narrows her eyes on Xander. “I’m so sick of being manhandled. I’m a grown woman capable of taking care of things on my own.” She grumbles, walking into another room.
“Can I have a minute with her?” I ask Xander. He nods his head, pinning the weasel John with a glare daring him to say something, anything. I walk into the room Monica disappeared into and close the door behind me. There’s a king size bed neatly made in the center of the room against one wall with a suitcase opened, a nightstand on either side. A dresser and T.V. on the opposite side and two open doors. One leading into a bathroom and the other into a walk-in closet. I listen to Monica grumble and bitch about arrogant bikers and asshole boyfriends who need her foot up their asses. Something about one would like it and the other wouldn’t. I hold back a chuckle until she enters the bedroom with her arms full of clothes. She drops them in the suitcase still bitching.
“Monica,” I say interrupting her little rant. She squeals and spins around facing me.
“You too? Jesus fucking Christ what the hell is wrong with men? Maybe I should turn gay. At least a woman wouldn’t be so full of testosterone.” She grumbles.
“No, not me too. I wanted to talk to you before we left so I know you’re in a good place.” I gesture for her to sit down. Once she settles on the edge of the bed, I take the spot next to her. “I’m sorry for everything Steam put you through. And I’m sorry for what happened between us. Everything makes so much more sense now.” I run my hands through my hair and exhale a deep breath.
“Me too. I should have told you, but I was afraid. Steam is one crazy motherfucker and I don’t think I can handle anymore crazy.” She looks up at me, her brown eyes full of concern. “Are you OK? I mean you coming out here is nuts.”
I bark out a laugh and think about Siren. My sexy little vixen waiting for me at Krimson’s. “Actually, yeah I am. Things are perfect.” I smile and Monica nudges me with her shoulder.
“Who is she? I know that look and it’s not me. Which I’m thankful for. Don’t get me wrong, Blayde. I did care about you a lot, but we weren’t right for each other.”
“Her name’s Michelle. She goes by Siren now but yeah, she’s my perfect match. She understands me and what I need to do. How I live my life.” I shrug my shoulders.
“Wait. Siren? Does she have a friend named Poison?” Monica’s face pales.
“Yes, why?” I narrow my eyes at Monica and she stands up quickly.
Opening the door she shouts, “Xander, come in here now.” The panic in her voice puts me on edge.
Xander quickly strides in the room, his body is tense and a scowl is on his face. “What’s wrong?” Kayne and Stryker are behind him.
“Do you remember back about four months ago a woman reached out to Derek and he did her a favor?” Monica asks.
“Yeah, why?”
“What did she tell him?”
“She said if anyone came here named Siren or Poison to give her an address.” Xander answers.
I’m so confused. Kayne’s hands are balled at his sides into fists from them mentioning Poison, a sneer forms on his lips. Stryker’s eyes are shifting back and forth between the two of them just as confused.
“Ask Blayde what his girlfriend’s name is,” Monica urges.
Xander looks at me with a dumbfounded expression, “What’s your girlfriend’s name?”
“Siren,” I answer. His eyes grow wide and he steps out of the room pulling his phone from his pocket.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kayne growls.
“Just wait a minute.” Monica says, putting her clothes in the suitcase quickly. “Is Poison and Siren with you?”
“Poison is mine,” Kayne barks making Monica jump.
“Really? So they’re here together?” The excitement in her voice is noticeable.
“What the fuck is going on,” Kayne roars.
Xander strides back into the room with his phone still pressed to his ear. “Yeah, Prez. I’m sure. I’m staring at both of them right now.” He pauses and motions for Monica to hurry up. “Kayne and Blayde. Yes. Ok. I’ll tell them.” He punches the end call button and drops his phone back in his pocket. “Derek wants to meet you in two hours at the Clubhouse.” He turns his attention to Monica. “You ready?”
“Where’s John?”
“Gone. I showed him the door a few times.” A deep chuckle vibrates through Xander’s body.
A deep frown etches on Monica’s forehead. “Xander,” she groans. “You’ve got to stop doing that to him. Just because you don’t like him doesn’t give you the right to treat him like shit.”
“Stop defending a,” he holds up his hands in an air quote, “man," Xander drops his hands, “who would rather accuse you of gang-banging five guys and a chick I wouldn’t fuck with than making sure your life wasn’t threatened.”
“You know he’s insecure when it comes to you.” Monica huffs and zips her suitcase. Xander grabs it for her.
“If you two are done with your bitching to each other will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Kayne growls. He’s been doing a lot of that today. But I don’t blame him when it comes to Poison. I’m the same way with Siren.
“Meet us at the Clubhouse in two hours and Derek will explain everything. Make sure Poison and Siren are with you. Trust me, you want to hear this.” Xander says over his shoulder while he ushers Monica out of the apartment leaving us standing there holding our dicks in our hands.
“What the fuck is going on?” Kayne barks.
“I don’t know but we need to get back to the girls and head there.”
We leave the apartment/porn studio and make our way out into the warm sun. Kayne slips his sunglasses on and walks across the street where our bikes are. Monica and Xander have disappeared. Krimson and Nolan are waiting next to her car. Nolan looks calmer than before but I won’t put it past him to kill that weasel dick motherfucker.
“Everything OK now?” Krimson asks.
“No, apparently we need to go to The Royal Bastards Clubhouse in two hours with Poison and Siren,” Kayne answers.
Stryker who’s been quiet the whole time speaks, “I wonder if it’s about Deadly Sins.”
“That’s impossible,” Kayne shakes his head straddling his bike. “We found out who did it and why. Come on we have questions that only this Derek fucker can answer.” Kayne fires up his bike. Stryker and I follow and head back to Krimson’s house with Krimson and Nolan following behind. With the nausea that’s climbing its way up my throat, whatever we’re going to find out, can’t be good.
Chapter 24
Blayde
Siren’s grip around my waist tightens the closer we get to The Royal Bastards MC compound. And when I say compound I mean a fortress. With the hot sun beating down on us, we follow the road that leads to a long driveway and ride up to a chain-link fence surrounding a huge cement building that looks like it used to be a warehouse at one time. There’s a guard shack to the left in front of the fence unmanned. The only way in or out of this place is through the rolling gates. Security cameras are set up in every corner of the building and the blind spot along the fence moving with us on motion sensors.
The deep rumble of our Harleys echoes in the eerily quiet place alerting anyone around of our presence. These brothers don’t fuck around with their safety. A burly man with a black goatee, shoulder length black hair tied back in a man bun and black eyes approach us wearing a Royal Bastards MC cut carrying an AK47. The tattoos running up and down both arms dance with the strain of his forearms flexing around his rifle.
“Who the fuck are you?” He rumbles deep.
Kayne kicks the stand down, shuts off his Harley and climbs off approaching the fence separating him from this big motherfucker. He has on his riding sunglasses and leather cut. Poison remains seated on the back of Kayne’s bike. Her fingers twitching near her nine-mil resting on the inside of her leather cut. Stryker and I follow,
turning our bikes off, ready to spring into action when needed.
“Name’s Kayne. President of Savage Saints MC, Mt. Pleasant Chapter.” Kayne braces his feet shoulder width apart, ready to move if needed. The only cover he has is the guard shack if things go sideways. The muscle-bound freak looks Kayne over from head to toe before whistling loudly, making my ears ring.
“Roll on in and park your bikes to the left. Follow the path to a side door. There you’ll be stripped of all weapons and cell phones until you leave.”
“Fuck no,” Stryker growls. “There’s no way in fucking hell I'm going into that fucking place without a weapon. You can kiss my white ass, bitch.”
The guy behind the fence barks a laugh. “Pucker up and bend over. No one goes inside without being searched. You’re on our turf now little boy. If you don’t like it, wait outside and pray to fuck no one mistakes you for a rat.” Muscle-bound freak taunts Stryker. Stryker growls deep in his throat pinning the guard with a deadly glare. “You don’t fucking scare me. Put that little bark away before a big dog comes along and finishes your ass. Make a choice. Come inside, no weapons or stay the fuck out here in this godforsaken heat.” The burly man steps back with his AK47 raised and motions to someone we can’t see. The gates roll open with a buzz and a loud bang. Kayne straddles his bike and we file in one at a time. Kayne in the front, me behind him, Stryker behind me with Krimson and Nolan bringing up the rear. Once Krimson passes through in her little Shelby, the gates buzz and slide closed. Kayne finds the parking lot to the left of the building and parks. We all follow. Once I turn my bike off, I tap Siren on her leg. She swings off my bike with grace removing her helmet, shaking her long black hair out in the process. My mouth goes dry and my jeans tighten. I shake my head, pull out my cigarette pack, light one and hand it to her. Then I light another for me, inhaling the smoke deep into my lungs. Now’s not the time to think about fucking.
Poison slides off Kayne’s bike doing the same girly shit with her hair Siren just did. Cutting my eyes to take in my surroundings I find two thick stainless steel doors directly in front of us followed by six closed garage doors. Kayne dismounts his Harley and stretches his back.
“What’s the plan, Prez?” I ask flicking my cigarette onto the hot asphalt.
“Krimson and Nolan wait out here. The five of us head inside and see what these fuckers want.” Kayne answers. “Are you OK with that Krimson or do you want to come inside too?”
“Nolan and I will wait out here. If things go sideways, you need an escape route. Get out fast and head for the fence, take cover and wait for me.” She motions to some palm trees near the fence. Not a lot of cover but something’s better than nothing.
Trusting Krimson has a backup plan, Kayne nods his head and spins on his heels, heading toward the two solid doors shutting these guys out from the rest of the world. Where our fate is waiting. He pulls on the lever and swings the door open revealing a long dark hallway.
“Showtime boys,” Poison mumbles under her breath before stepping inside. Kayne follows her, then me and Siren side by side and Stryker bringing up the rear. It’s pitch black so I remove my riding sunglasses and tuck them in the pocket of my cut. The cold, dank air dries the sweat on my skin. It’s hotter than a bitch out there but it’s freezing in here. An involuntary shiver rolls down my spine and I shake it off. We walk for about twenty yards when a small sliver of light appears. We walk quickly toward the light. Once we reach it, I have to shield my eyes from the harsh fluorescent light glaring at us.
“Welcome to The Royal Bastards. Please remove your weapons, lay them down on the table and face the wall. Someone will be patting you down to make sure you’re not hiding anything.” A female voice greets us. “If you try anything, my boys here are ordered to shoot first, ask questions later.”
My eyes adjust to the harsh lights and a woman is sitting at a long table, her fingers are laced together in front of her. She has long blonde curly hair, deep sea green eyes and piercings through her lip, nose and eyebrow. When none of us move, she cocks a perfectly manicured eyebrow and titters her pursed lips.
“I think I gave you an order. I'm only saying this one more time because for some reason my Prez wants to meet with you.” She leans forward across the table, clicking her nails. “Remove your weapons, place them on the table and face the wall.”
Kayne is the first to respond grabbing his .40 caliber from the inside of his cut. He racks the chamber leaving it open and drops the clip placing it on the table. He then removes his other gun tucked in the holster in his jeans and repeats the process. Poison follows his lead, removing her gun and three knives tucked in various places. Stryker grumbles in protest but removes his weapons as well. Siren does the same. I watch the woman at the table as she looks each one of us over in appreciation. Her sea green eyes are haunted and the frown on her face is unmistakable. She’s seen more shit than anyone in here.
She narrows her eyes at me tapping her manicured finger on the table. “You’re next. Come on, he doesn’t have all day despite what any of you think. We have more important matters to attend too.”
I step up to the table and stand to my full height. I will not be pushed around by anyone. I don’t give a shit if this MC is huge. I reach into my cut and remove my two guns nestled in their holsters on each side. Then I reach into my pocket pulling out my butterfly knife. In a split second of defiance, I flip the knife open and jab it into the table. The blade sinks into the cheap wood and I smirk. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
“Hands on the wall, feet spread apart.” The woman nods to the white wall behind us. I don’t like this one bit. Something is off. I can feel it deep in the pit of my stomach but do as she says. She comes around the table and pats Poison and Siren down. A man standing in the corner steps forth with his AK 47 raised pointing it right at my head. I stare him down, daring him to pull the fucking trigger. The woman pats Kayne down next, then Stryker, leaving me for last.
Once she’s satisfied we’re not hiding anything else, she stands and juts her hip to the side. “Follow me,” she spins on her heels and leads us down another corridor followed by the guy creeping in the shadows.
“Aren’t you going to tell me your name after you violated me back there?” Stryker turns on the charm, catching up to her. She stops walking and he has to stop quickly before he slams into her.
“I don’t play with little boys in a big world. Come back and find me when you’ve stepped up your game.” These little comments are pissing me the fuck off.
“What the fuck is everyone’s problem? We’ve followed your rules, done everything you ask and respect your club. Just because we don’t have a huge fucking maze doesn’t mean we aren’t worthy of the same respect.” I step up to the woman and her guard dog, my body vibrating with rage. “Just because you hate your life here doesn’t mean you have to be a snobby bitch. You’re not any better than the rest of us so stop treating us like we’re the dirt under your high heeled boots. Yes, there are three of us and our Ol’ Ladies here, but we have our own fucking business to take care of back home, so we only brought a select few with us. So climb the fuck off your high horse, yank the corn cob out of your ass and get the fuck over it.”
Clapping echoes down the corridor has this woman’s eyes widening and she spins on her heels. A man steps out of the shadows heading right for us still clapping, pinning this bitch with a deadly glare. He stands around six foot six with shaggy black hair and crystal blue eyes. “Samantha, you can go now. We don’t treat our guests like garbage. They’re here under my request.” He dismisses her with a scowl. Samantha stays rooted to her spot not moving when he speaks to us. “Welcome to my home ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming and I apologize for anyone not treating you with respect. They will be dealt with in private.” He shifts his gaze to Samantha still here. “Get the fuck out now,” he growls. Samantha jumps and scurries down the hallway, her high heels clicking on the marble floor. “Name’s Derek. You must be Kayne.” Der
ek holds his hand out and Kayne takes it, shaking his hand.
“This is my Ol’ Lady Poison.” Kayne points to her. “Stryker, Blayde and his Ol’ Lady Siren.” Kayne points to each of us and Derek shakes our hands.
“I’m sorry again for the rudeness of Samantha. She has issues we’re dealing with. Now you’re all probably wondering what you’re doing here. Let’s go into the commons room and I’ll explain everything.” Derek turns his back to us leading us down the corridor. An open door leads into another room and we all file inside. There’s a bar on the other side, a man pouring drinks for the ladies sitting on the stools. A long leather sofa sectional sits to our right in one corner with a coffee table and flat screen T.V. against one wall playing the show Sons of Anarchy. To our left are dart boards and two pool tables. Several doors and another hallway are behind the bar.
“Those are our guest quarters back there and the club whores stay there when we’re on lockdown or can’t go home. Let’s step into my office and get down to business.” Derek leads us to a closed door behind the pool table. He unlocks the door and steps inside. Xander and Monica are sitting close together on a leather couch and jump apart when we step inside. Derek narrows his eyes on both of them but doesn’t say a word. He takes a seat behind a big oak desk and leans his elbows on top.
“Please, take a seat.” Derek gestures to the two chairs in front of him. Poison and Siren sit, watching him with weary eyes. “Poison, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
“I’ve never heard of you so I can’t say the same.” Poison retorts, crossing her arms over her chest. “Can you please tell us what the fuck is going on?”
Derek looks up at Xander and nods his head. Xander disappears out the door and closes it behind him. Monica is still sitting on the leather couch watching us.
“Back around six months ago, I get a phone call. Imagine my surprise when it was a woman from my past who I never thought I’d hear from again. She asked for a favor and being who she is, I complied. You do strange shit for family.” Derek’s eyes take on a glossy gaze staring through all of us.
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