by Emma Creed
“Find out more about her for me?” I lean forward, whispering because I suddenly feel embarrassed.
“You’re kidding, right?” Hayley’s eyes peek up at me through her bangs, a mocking grin on her lips.
“No, I ain’t fucking kidding, I wanna know about her,” I hiss.
“But why?” Hayley shakes her head in confusion. “Unless… wait this isn’t club shit, is it? ‘Coz you know my daddy wouldn’t want me involved.” She holds up both her hands and despite trying hard not to let it show, I can see the thought excites her.
“No… it’s not club shit. This is personal,” I tell her seriously. “Just find out what you can for me. Yeah? And Hay… don’t tell anyone, this has gotta stay between us, okay?”
“I thought you and your ‘brothers’ shared everything,” she points out sarcastically.
“I mean it, Hay, not even your dad,” I warn.
“And what’s it worth?” she teases, leaning forward on the table, and resting her chin on her knuckles.
“It’s worth me not telling your daddy that you asked Nyx to hook you up with a fake ID the other week.” I grin back. Hayley looks unimpressed by my offer, but also a little shocked that I knew about it. Of course, I fucking know, it’s my business to fucking know.
“I never had you down as a rat, Jessie,” she says, her head tipping to the side and one of her eyebrows rising higher than the other.
“Okay, okay. So how about…” I can’t believe what I’m about to suggest, “…You get the info on the girl and as a thank you, I’ll work on getting you to that party tomorrow night.” I take my own turn at swallowing defeat, and watch Hayley’s eyes light up like fireworks.
“You will?” she checks, excitement raising her tone by a few decimals.
“Yeah, well, I’ll agree to wait outside for you, I ain’t goin’ into no lame ass party. And you will give me no reason to have to.” I throw her a stern look.
“You’re the best,” she squeals leaning over the table and wrapping her arms around my neck. Hayley’s high-pitched squeal attracts the girl’s attention and for the briefest, sweetest of moments, our eyes connect, but I lose them before I have the chance to figure what to do about it.
I keep my eye on the girl while we eat. It seems what Hayley told me is accurate, she is a loner. This place is loaded with kids, all from the same college she goes to, not one of them speak to her or even bothers to look at her. It puzzles me, because I struggle to keep my eyes off her.
Her long fingers type away at her laptop, eyes occasionally looking up over the screen catching me watching her. I figure I could sit and stare at her all day, but it isn’t doing me any good. So, I get up and pay the check, before me and Hayley make our way back to the compound.
The club is only a fifteen-minute drive from town. The Blue Spruce Resort had been popular back in the early nineties, but business had died out during the turn of the century. The owner of the resort ran up a debt with Prez, and the club had taken over the land and buildings as payment. It’s been home to the Dirty Souls ever since. The place is perfect for club needs, with twenty vacation cabins, all surrounding the large lake that centers the resort. Then another fifteen staff cabins that edge the woodland, us members call it Sluts sanctuary because it’s where the club whores reside. At the very top of the resort are two much bigger lodges, where Prez and Chop live, and the main building that years ago would have hosted entertainment evenings for families taking their annual vacation in the peaceful Colorado Mountains became our clubhouse. The club only made a few alterations to it, it still has a decent size bar and a stage.
We also have two smaller bar rooms on either side of the foyer that are a lot less rowdy and have a strict member’s only policy. On the second floor, is an industrial kitchen, that despite being a little dated still works, and a dining hall that’s perfect for lockdowns and special occasions—though it’s never used much anymore. The club lost the family vibe it used to have after Mary-Ann died, a lot of the brothers with families had chosen to change Charters. So upstairs doesn’t get used all that often, except for the old offices that have now been pretty much converted into rutting rooms.
I pull into the compound driving up the long dirt track, passing the clubhouse and the garage opposite that Chop and Skid run. I take a left where the track splits for the quickest route up to Prez’s lodge.
“You know a girl like that would never go for a guy like you?” Hayley breaks our comfortable silence by bringing up the girl from Bernie’s again. The sarcastic smirk on her face pissing me off, mainly because she’s right, and I hate how much it stings.
“She’d take one look at that cut and run a mile,” she continues.
“Hey, chicks dig the fuckin’ cut.” I nudge her playfully trying to distract myself.
“Yeah, the ones you hang around with, not girls like her. You want in her panties, you’re gonna have to lose it,” Hayley taunts.
“Well, there’s shit all chance of that happening. You won’t catch me taking this cut off for no pussy,” I tell her firmly, pulling to a stop outside the lodge.
Hayley opens the door and slides out of the truck. “And you promise you’ll take me tomorrow night?” she checks, narrowing her eyes at me, daring me to go back on my word.
“Do your homework on the girl, and yeah. I’m sure I can talk Prez round.” Hayley takes me off guard when she jumps back inside, wrapping her arms around my neck, and then smiling before she shuts the door behind her. I watch her inside before I move on, following the track down to my own cabin.
Hanging out with Hayley always loosens me up a little, she doesn’t look at me with the same fear that she does the other guys. Sometimes I wonder if she forgets that I’m one of them, if she blanks out all the things I do that make me equally as sick, if not worse.
Of course, there was every chance she doesn’t know. No one discusses club business outside of church. So, the fact that I’m one of the most fucked up people who attends probably gets overlooked by anyone who doesn’t know better.
My blonde hair, blue eyes, and the all-American look hold a deception. Not many would believe that I’m the one Prez sends in when rules have been broken. If we needed someone to talk, I’m the guy who will willingly reach my fist down the throat of a man and tear out all his secrets.
I’d been taught by the master, Vex, an original like my pa and Prez, there ain’t nothing worth hearing that he hadn’t managed to pry out of a man’s soul.
As soon as I patched in, I began my own fucked up apprenticeship with him as my mentor. Vex got too old to ride, and stepped down a year ago. I’d been honored when he’d suggested to Prez that I step up and take over his role. The old man lives somewhere off the grid now, enjoying his retirement. The stubborn old fucker was far too proud to let any of us take care of him.
He always told me that I had something in me that couldn’t be taught.
No conscience.
No remorse.
I could sleep like a baby after putting an end to a waste of a life, and I held no empathy when torturing the truth out of someone. Ninety-nine percent of the time if the guy got to me, his fate had been decided anyway.
I’ve never killed a man who didn’t deserve to die, in my opinion the actions I perform lay on everyone’s conscience. We make all our decisions as a club. I’m just the guy that sees them through.
I enjoy the rush of keeping someone dangling on the edge between life and death. Take pleasure from the power of a sorry assed fucker’s next breath, depending on my patience. And I revel in watching the final seconds of life, the moments just after the panic calms and the realization settles in that no matter how hard you fight, it’s over. It leaves only the hope that death will come quickly. And there’s something real fascinating in the relief that washes over the eyes when life slips out of them.
Where nothing quite beats watching the life drain from another man’s eyes, spending time with Hayley comes a very close second. She doesn’t see the monst
er in me. To her, I’ll always be the guy who saved her life, the older brother she looks up to. The good guy who she shares her happy times with.
I like being that guy for her, and sometimes I like being that guy a little for me too.
Still, I don’t doubt that Hayley knows more than what we tell her, she’s a savvy girl and must have guessed my hands aren’t clean of violence. So I conclude that just like me, she’s happy to pretend that side of me doesn’t exist.
I pull into the yard in front of the long stretch of cabins that are built in a huge half circle arched around the lake. When I park up outside mine, there’s no sign of Troj being home. No doubt he’ll be at the outbuilding that’s been converted into a gym. He’s got an upcoming fight, and has been hitting it hard lately.
I head straight for the bathroom and grab myself a quick shower, some nomads are riding in tonight, and it’d be rude not to show them a good time on their first night at the club. I try, but fail to stop my mind from wandering back to the girl at Bernie’s, and the fact that Hayley’s right.
She’s far too innocent for me. I’ll bet that I’m exactly the kind of guy her mama and papa warn her to stay away from, and I don’t doubt that she’s the good girl type who listens to them. Abiding by all the rules they set for her.
Still doesn’t stop me thinking about how good her open thighs would feel pressed against my legs if she rode the back of my bike. Her dainty arms gripping tightly around my waist as I throttle the fuck out of the engine, making sure she feels its vibration all the way through her pussy. Thoughts of making those big, round, innocent eyes of hers glint with wickedness makes me steel fucking hard—fuck, I ain’t never thought about putting a girl on the back of my bike before.
I shake the thoughts out of my head as I leave my cabin, jumping on to my bike and making the short ride down to the club. First thing I’m gonna need is a drink, the second is for Mel to ride this persistent boner right fucking out of me. And I already know exactly whose pretty little face I’ll be thinking of while she does it.
It doesn’t take long for me to learn her name; what people ever did before Facebook doesn’t bare thinking about. Maddy Summers. Even her name is a sparkling rainbow of unicorn vomit. I try to look for more information, but her profile is tight. So, my finger ‘accidentally’ slips and I send her a friend request—better the devil you know than the devil you don’t, right?
Leaving my phone on the bed I draw myself a hot bath, trying my best to keep Maddy-perfect-fucking-Summers off my mind while I soak. Besides, tomorrow night I will be at the party, Jessie will be taking me, and everyone from college will see us together.
I’ve already decided to wear the dress I’d picked up at the mall last week. The one that’s far too short and looks like it’s been sprayed onto my skin. Jessie likes it when girls dress like that for him, which is why this whole Maddy Summers nonsense makes no sense.
I finish up in the bathroom, and when I check my phone I notice she’s already accepted my request.
Phase one complete. Now I just have to do what Jessie asks of me and get some information, before I scare little miss sunshine away for good. I start by sending her a friendly message, the icebreaker.
The, hi, don’t we share an English class together? kinda crap that gets people talking.
I get a reply almost immediately and feel a smile like the Grinch that stole Christmas raise the corners of my mouth. This is gonna be too easy.
After a few messages, I bore of her small talk. Tonight has been a success, and I intend to celebrate it.
Instead of pulling on some sweats and settling to watch the usual reality crap on TV, I squeeze into my tight skinny jeans, and put on the black top that hangs just a little off my shoulders. I even brave open-toe heels knowing the walk down to the club could be quite a trek. But it’ll be worth it.
Putting my phone inside my clutch, I snap it shut and leave for the club.
Daddy will be mad at me. I know the rules about going down to the club after dark. But I have to risk it to see the look on Jessie’s face when I tell him what I’ve done. I can’t wait to see his proud smile when he finds out how far I’m prepared to go for him. He doesn’t have to know that there’s an ulterior motive behind my plan.
I make it down to the club after an unsteady walk and head straight through the club doors before nerves get the better of me. The lobby is a huge open space. I imagine how it would have been years ago, bustling with excited vacationers ready to check in for their annual break. The wide, stretched reception desk is all that’s left of those times now. The Dirty Souls hooded devil and the club motto, Bound not by blood but loyalty. We live, we ride, and we die by our own laws, carved into its polished wood.
The carpet beneath my feet is frayed and stained with alcohol, the elaborate wallpaper starting to peel from the walls. Seriously, you’d think these guys would take care of their sacred club a little better.
I avoid the smaller bar to my left, knowing that’s where Daddy usually hangs out, and I follow the loud music through to the large room behind the double doors. Making one final check over my shoulder, I push them open and step inside.
Stale beer, nicotine, and marijuana all assault my lungs at the same time, and smoke stings at my eyes as I scan the room trying to locate Jessie. The place is packed full of people, and I pray that Daddy won’t be the first person I run into as I try blending into the crowd, also avoiding anyone wearing a cut.
The one they called Squealer is using the pool table, but not for its purpose. He has a woman laid out butt naked on the green felt, a neat line of white powder trailing from her belly button and blending into a thin strip of pubic hair. She giggles, and he licks his lips as one of his humungous forearms crushes over her ribs to keep her still. With the wickedest of smiles he looks up at her, leaning forward and inhaling the long line from her skin through his nostrils. Collecting up any residue his nose left behind with his finger before he buries it deep inside her widespread pussy. I rip my eyes away, starting to understand why Daddy doesn’t let me down here at night.
I notice a few of the ‘brothers’ sat at the long bar on the other side of the room knocking back shots, none of them Jessie. So, I make my way towards the group of black leather sofas that are pushed up against the back wall.
That’s where I find him, slouched back, with a cigarette dangling from his lips. His legs wide, and one of the club whores straddling his lap. Her skirt has risen over her hips, and Jessie’s fingers are squeezing into the cheeks of her ass. I watch how he tilts his head back over the back of the couch, his eyes closing tight, while the skank whore’s hand works his cock from the inside of his jeans.
I take a few steps closer... too close. Running a massive risk of being seen. I’m fully aware that I’m staring, but I’m unable pull my eyes away from what I’m seeing. That smirk I love still hangs on his lips despite his mouth being slightly open. The girl who wears nothing on the top half of her body, sliding him through her fist. I’m mesmerized at how gorgeous he looks.
His eyes are open now, and full of pleasure as he nods his approval to her while she works him. His open-mouthed smile is just waiting to be kissed, and that bitch must read my mind coz she leans in ready to help herself to it.
Thankfully he stops her just before she reaches his lips. His arm reaching around the back of her head and gripping a fistful of her shitty weave. I’m surprised it doesn’t fall out in his hands when he uses it to wrench her away from his face.
“Only one place that mouth should be heading t’wards darlin’,” I hear him tell her, and the bitch takes rejection like a pro, smoothly sliding down his body to rest on her knees. My eyes widen when she takes him out of his jeans and holds him upright in her palm. I’ve wondered for a while now what his cock might look like, and it doesn’t disappoint. In fact, I’m curious to see how the girl is gonna attempt to fit it inside her mouth.
She starts at the base, dragging her tongue along the under length of his shaft befor
e she slowly rolls it around his tip.
My mouth waters to taste him in the same way, and I watch in envy as she licks over every solid inch of his thick cock.
“Hayley!” I hear my name come from his mouth with a startled shriek, and my attention immediately moves from his dick up to his eyes. Jessie looks furious as he stands up on his feet and sends the girl tumbling backwards, her ass hitting the floor with a thump.
“Hayley, what the fuck you doin’ down here?” he shouts, tucking himself back into his jeans as he thunders towards me. He doesn’t give me time to answer his question, his hand rapidly wrapping around the top of my arm and pushing me back out the way I came.
I’m forced outside, the cool evening air slapping harshly against my burning cheeks.
“What the fuck, Hay? If your dad catches you here he’ll bust a nut,” he barks at me.
“Looks like you were about to bust one yourself,” I tease hoping he’ll lighten up a little.
He doesn’t.
“I came to find you,” I answer him, liking that his attention is on me instead of the whore now, even if he is raging mad.
“Why, what’s up? Ya hurt?” Concern quickly overrides his anger, and it takes all my will not to smile.
“I did what you asked,” I state proudly. “The girl’s name is Maddy Summers.”
“That’s great, Hay, awesome, but did you have to come down here to tell me that, couldn’t it wait until tomorrow?” His eyes dart around the yard cautiously.
“I did something else too,” I add, twisting on my heels, ready for my big reveal.
“What, Hay?” His eyes aren’t focused on me anymore, they’re too preoccupied looking for Daddy I suspect.
“What did you do?” He sounds irritated, and it puts a tiny lump in my throat. Even though I know he won’t be mad for much longer.
