Lost Soul (The Dirty Souls MC Book 1)

by Emma Creed

  “Please don’t,” he begs so sincerely that my grin almost hurts my mouth. Then with one final wink I grab hold of the needle and stab it deep into his vein, the liquid releases from the syringe and trickles into his bloodstream. Cobie screams and thrusts against the chair, but he’s tied down too tight—Grimm’s expertise again no doubt.

  He stares at his arm watching in helpless horror as the substance disappears on a one-way trip. Then he cries, pleading for me to stop, and I wait until the syringe is empty before tossing it to the floor. Levelling my eyes to his, I drain one last look of fear out of them before I tap his cheek.

  “Enjoy the buzz asshole,” I whisper into his ear, leaving him alone in the room with just the echo of his screams to keep him company. I slam the door behind me, making my way upstairs where the atmosphere has become a little livelier. Squealer’s now awake, and the whore whose head was wedged between his legs when I’d come up earlier has vanished. Screwy sits on a chair staring across the room at absolutely fuck all. And then in the corner of the room, I spot the guy I’m looking for.

  “Tac,” I call over. He lifts his head from the table rubbing his smooth head in his hands.

  “What?” he rasps back.

  “The kid still need skin for practice?” I ask, and he half nods back at me, still not fully functional.

  “Been practicing on pig skin, done a few things on the brothers. He’s good.”

  “Tell him to bring his kit here, I got him a volunteer.”

  “You want more ink?” Tac asks knowing I’m not as inclined to tattoos as most of the others are, the only ink I’ve got is club related.

  “Not me.” I pull the bottle of Jack out of an unconscious Troj’s hand and knock back a large mouthful.

  It doesn’t take long for Nyx to show up, with a holdall slung over his shoulder. I’ve never seen him look so eager, and there’s almost a hint of excitement in his expression.

  “Follow me.” I lead him to the foyer and then down to the basement. When we walk into the room, it’s silent, Cobie is out, just like the doc assured me he would be. Nyx turns his head to me, confused.

  “Blank canvas for ya kiddo, he should be out for at least eight hours.” I pull up a chair next to the limp body and gesture for Nyx to sit down.

  “What’s the deal?” he asks, and because I got respect for the kid, I tell him.

  “Just been taught a lesson about what happens to dealers in Manitou Springs. Fucker went out thinking I’d jacked him up with enough heroine to take out a fuckin’ rhino.” I pull at a tuft of Cobie’s fringe and roll his head back.

  “Just something I got from the doc to send him under for a while is all.” I wink, and Nyx looks impressed.

  “So I get to do whatever I want?” he checks.

  “Anything, cover him from head to fucking foot for all I care.”

  “What shall I do if he wakes up?” he asks, a snigger appearing on his face that reveal dimples I never knew he had.

  “Keep goin’ if you haven’t finished, he’s tied down pretty tight. I’ll be in my cabin. Come get me when you’re done.” I leave the kid to work, more than ready to get some sleep now.

  “Hey Jessie,” Nyx calls after me once I’m back in the corridor, and I back up shooting my head back around the door. “You really are as fucked up as they say you are, ain’t ya?” He smiles.

  I shrug a little cockily before I head up the stairs and get straight on my bike. I’m so tired now, I could fall asleep standing up, but I still drop by the lodge and check in on Hayley. She’s sleeping in her room, no sign of the Prez. I decide not to tell him about what had happened last night, not the Hayley part anyway. All he needed to know is that I’d caught one of the Bastards’ errand boys and shat them up enough not to deal ever again.

  I get home and go straight for my bed. My head hits the pillow, and when I finally shut my eyes, Maddy’s beautiful face is emblazed on to the back of my eyelids, and her sweet strawberry smell fills my nostrils. Somewhere in my head I hear her soft voice whisper,

  “Jessie, I need you.”

  And with the texture of her silky skin still lingering at my fingertips. I give up trying to blank her out, only then do I drift off into a deep, much-needed sleep.

  Jessie let me ride home on the back of his bike. Me… I’ve never seen anyone ride with him before, not even the skank who he let suck him off. It’s every bit as good as I imagined it would be, my arms around him, breathing in his leather while my cheek rested against his cut.

  Again, Jessie had been there when I needed him, and not even the world’s worst ever hangover ruins that moment for me.

  Two weeks later, I’m sat on one of the benches outside the club, still daydreaming about it. The growl of engines, along with the dust cloud that travels up the track from the main road signals they’ve returned from their latest run, and my stomach flips with excitement. Jessie may have only been gone for three days, but I’ve missed him terribly. The yard fills up quickly, club sluts appearing out of nowhere and lining themselves up by the club doors, ready to be dragged away and used. Chaos has returned, and I have to admit it feels kinda nice.

  Loud whoops and jeers call over the yard when the guys park their bikes and head inside. Some of them pick themselves up an eagerly waiting play thing on the way in.

  I want to follow them inside too, especially when Jessie winks at me before he follows Chop through the doors. I have a feeling I wouldn’t be welcomed though, even if it is daytime.

  I’m about to get up and make my way back up to the lodge when I feel a hand rest on my shoulder, and when I turn around, it’s Carly's warm smile that beams back at me. It’s easy to see why Skid adores her so much. Not only is she beautiful, but she has a big heart too.

  “You coming inside for a drink?” she asks.

  “I don’t think my daddy would like that,” I tell her.

  “I don’t think your daddy would know about it.” She has a twinkle in her eyes as she gestures her head over at the parked bikes. I didn’t notice it before, but Daddy’s isn’t here.

  “Skid called from Nebraska, said Prez is hanging back for a few nights to discuss business. Come on, I’ll look out for you.” Carly takes my hand, leaving me with little choice but to follow her.

  She walks me inside, straight through to the main bar at the back. Club whores are already behind the bar serving up drinks as if their needy little pussys depended on it. Carly heads straight for Skid, who smiles as soon as he sees her. She flings her arms around his neck, and he tips her back and kisses her, ignoring cheers and whistles from all the brothers.

  Chop climbs up on to the bar, bringing his fingers to his mouth and whistling so loud that it hurts my ears.

  “It’s been a long ride brothers. Eat, shower, sleep, and fuck in whatever order you need to, but tonight, we fuckin’ party,” he announces. Everyone cheers, holding up their drinks, and Chop jumps off the bar and snatches a glass from Tommy’s hand.

  “Hey, pretty girl,” Jessie’s voice comes from behind me, and I quickly spin around. My arms instinctively move around his waist, and he pulls me in tight.

  “Hey yourself.” I smile, so pleased to see him. I hate it when he goes away. It always feels like a part of me is missing, now he’s back I hope he has some time to hang out with me.

  “Prez had some loose ends to tie up, Troj stayed behind with him. So I thought maybe you could celebrate with us tonight?” he says barely able to hide is grin.

  My head is nodding before he’s even finished the sentence, and Jessie laughs that playful laugh that always makes me giddy happy.

  “Okay then, pretty girl, go get yourself ready, and I’ll see you down here a little later on.” When he leans in closer to my face, his breath tickles my ear as he speaks again, “Best behavior, ‘kay?”

  I don’t stick around to wait for a lift from Nyx or Tommy. I’m happy to take a walk up to the lodge. On the way up, I pull out my cell and surprise myself when I automatically scroll to Maddy’s
name. Over the past few weeks, she’s become my go-to person. I’m always calling or texting her if I feel lonely or have gossip.

  I’ve pretty much gotten everything out of her that would be interesting to Jessie. But he doesn’t seem to care anymore. Before he left for the run, he’d told me that the whole plan was a stupid idea and that I should forget it. As predicted, it hadn’t taken him very long to figure out that I’d been right. Maddy Summers was not cut out to be with a guy like Jessie. Deep down he’s hurting about it, but he’s never gonna admit that to me, and I can happily live with that.

  Tonight, is the perfect opportunity for me to show Jessie the difference between her and me. Prove that he doesn’t need Maddy and she would never fit in here. Then he can move on and stop pining over her.

  When Maddy answers the phone, one of her upbeat Fleetwood Mac tunes is playing in the background, and I picture her, sat on her bed, studying hard for the calculus test we have on Monday.

  “You are gonna toss your tits when you hear this,” I squeal. I’d somehow managed to keep a lid on my excitement back at the club, but now there was no one for me to embarrass myself in front of I’m unable to contain it.

  “What now?” she asks, and I can almost hear the smile in her voice.

  “Jessie said I’m allowed to go down the club tonight, they’re having some party because they just got back off a run.”

  “No way! Wait… what’s a run?”

  “I don’t really know, it’s where they all ride off together for a few days, they always seem happy when they get back. Anyway, that’s not what's important. Did you hear me? I AM SPENDING THE NIGHT AT THE CLUB.”

  “That’s awesome, Hay.” Maddy sounds genuinely excited for me.

  “I know, right? I think it’s gonna be low key, Carly’s going, and she doesn't usually go to the club at night, perhaps that’s why I’m allowed... I don’t even care. I’m just so glad to be included.”

  “You’re so lucky. I can’t wait for you to tell me all about it on Monday.”

  “I won't have to, because you're coming too,” I tell her.

  “You’re inviting me to a biker party?” she giggles infectiously.

  “Sure the fuck am,” I laugh back at her, picking up on the excitement.

  “I’m there. Just as long as I can get there.”

  “I’ll call Nyx and tell him to pick you up when he’s finished in the studio if you want?”

  “You sure he won’t mind? He’s always running us about lately, I get the feeling he doesn’t exactly enjoy it.”

  “You’re like five minutes out of his way, and that’s just the way his face is, guy’s got a permanent scowl. Besides, there's got to be some perks of my daddy being in charge. I think he finishes up about 6ish, be ready. Any problems I’ll call you, and we’ll come up with a plan B.”

  “Sounds good, I can’t wait,” she says, before I hang up and quickly text Nyx instructing him to pick her up after his shift. He won’t be happy, but he can’t exactly say no to the Prez’s daughter. Daddy had been the one to give me his number in case I needed him, and in my opinion, this qualifies.

  I’m a little conflicted about my reasons for wanting Maddy to come tonight. I really do need to hammer the final nail in so Jessie can bury the idea of him and her. He may have realized, that for too many reasons to count, it would never work. But she still asks about him every time I see her. It pisses me off.

  Seeing him and the world he comes from, would surely be enough to put her off for good.

  But another part of me, the part that’s actually starting to like the girl, actually wants to hang out with her.

  I’ve obviously been hanging around with her too much and I’m turning soft. But after tonight, everything will be how it should be. Maddy will want to be as far away from Jessie as possible when she sees who he really is. And I won’t have to be her friend anymore. No more pretending I care about her, no more listening to her crappy music and hanging out in that frilly bedroom. Everything can go back to how it was before Jessie noticed her.

  I should be relieved. So why does the thought of not hanging out with her anymore make me feel so sad?

  Our run couldn’t have gone better. The guns we’d stolen from the Bastards’ lockup are now safely stored under the protection of one of our other Charters.

  Prez and Troj, his Sergent at arms, stayed behind to see a deal through and if it comes off they’ll be coming home tomorrow with a good cut for us all.

  Of course, I asked Prez if Hayley could come tonight before I’d invited her. He wasn’t happy about the idea, but I reminded him that there’s always a real good vibe after a run, how it used to be when kids and old ladies joined in.

  Now it’s friends of the club or whoever the guys are fuckin’ that we party with. Club sluts hate nights like these, they see the women that get invited as a threat to them, but everyone always behaves themselves. It’s a family thing after all.

  Hayley deserves to be a part of that, and Carly made a promise to Skid that she’d keep an eye on her, so what can go wrong?

  I take a quick shower and manage a few hours’ sleep before I get dressed.

  We’ve all earned a good night. It’s been a while since the club had anything to celebrate. But the Bastards seem to have got the message about fucking with us, and our latest deal has gone without a hitch, so things are looking up.

  I ride down to the club, where the firepit has already been lit, and the smell of BBQ smokes filling the air… among other things.

  My eyes skim the yard for Hayley, but there’s no sign of her yet. No doubt she’s still flapping over what to wear. Grimm hands me a beer as I pass him, tipping his chin at me.

  “Cheers,” I nod, managing to finish off the bottle in three mouthfuls.

  “Squealer and a few others are doin’ flake in the members lounge,” he mumbles at me, before walking over to the firepit and taking a seat by himself on one of the logs. Then he tilts his head sideways and watches the flames dance in front of him.

  It doesn’t take a professional to see that Grimm has issues, but then there aren’t many of us around here who don’t. If he wanted to tell us what his deal was, he would. All we need to know is that he’s loyal to the Souls. And he’s proved that more times than I can mention.

  I play pool with Screwy while I wait for Hayley to show. It ain’t like I can get smashed with everyone else, not when I’ve promised Prez I’ll watch over her. I can’t take my eye off the ball like I had a few weeks ago.

  Mel tries her hardest to catch my attention from the bar, but I’m not interested tonight, in fact, my dick has been pretty much redundant ever since I’ve been trying not to think about Maddy. Mel shamelessly pressing her tits together while she shakes her ass all over my brother's laps isn’t doing fuck all to stir it back to life either.

  As hard as I try, Maddy won’t stop invading my head. Images of my fists spilling full of blonde, wavy hair, while my cock buries deep inside her innocent little pussy, still taunt me despite all my attempts to block them out.

  I needed some fucking air. Nodding at Screwy that we’re done, I put down my cue and push past anyone in my way to get outside.

  Hayley should have turned up by now, she’d been so excited when I told her she could come. I can’t imagine her wanting to miss anything and I need her to distract my thoughts away from Maddy.

  Squealer stops me just as I’m about to step outside, he’s got one of those devilish glints in his eye that always comes out when pussy’s around.

  “Fuck, man, you really going out there?” he asks, looking disappointed, I nod back wondering what his problem is.

  “Shit… Well, I’m calling dibs before you get your pretty boy ass out there. Blonde bitch out by the firepit.” He looks back over his shoulder.

  “Pretty little thang, actually got me fucking grafting. So, you and that all-American charm thing you do can go get fucked. I’m going to get her a drink.” He winks at me and rubs his hands together. Then he
relieves a twitch in his nostril by pressing it with his thumb and taking a deep sniff. Clearly, he’s already buzzed, and I pity whatever bitch he’s set his mark on.

  The guy’s fucking relentless without a high. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

  I head over to the firepit keeping my eyes open for Hayley. My head must really be fucked because instead of seeing the blonde chick who’s got Squealer’s cage all rattled, I swear I see Maddy sat on the other side of the flames. Her long, blonde hair, and perfect, wide eyes taunting me as she looks up from the fire across to me. The girl needs to get the fuck out of my head.

  Moving closer, I curse myself for being pathetic, if I’m gonna start transforming every blonde bitch I see into her I’m gonna be in real trouble.

  The smoke is thick and clouds most of my vision, but I still see no sign of Hayley. And when I step out of the smoke and everything becomes clearer, my frustration quickly switches up to full on fuckin’ rage. What I’m seeing ain’t no fucking illusion, it is Maddy.

  My fucking Maddy.

  I hold back the urge to find Squealer, rip his dick off, and feed it to his twin fucking brother while I double check, but I know it’s her alright. That weary look as she takes in her surroundings, how her teeth sink so deep into her bottom lip I’m sure they’ll leave a mark. She’s unmistakable.

  I stand and watch her for a while, noting how she wraps her arms around her shoulders, clearly insecure about the situation she’s in. Who can blame her when Tac is screwing the womb out of some bitch up against the hood of his jeep just ten-feet away from her? Grimm is sat on the log beside her, staring into the flames like fuckin’ hell boy. And to top all of that, she’s just had to tolerate whatever Squealer’s idea of grafting is.

  Hayley appears out of thin fuckin’ air, bouncing on her feet like she doesn’t have a single care in the world. Anger keeps the blood pumping around my body in place of a heartbeat. Maddy shouldn’t be here, she doesn’t belong here. I told Hayley to back off and leave her be. She had no business bringing her here tonight.