Amy's Santa: Satan's Devils MC Second Generation #1

by Manda Mellett

  My old man, soon-to-be husband, is a computer hacker. He can go where most others can’t, and apparently, where most with a smidgeon of decency wouldn’t. There are only two ways he could have found out my limits. One, by asking Xander who wouldn’t give away my secrets, and two by hacking into my private details at the club.

  “You didn’t!”

  His lips press together unapologetically. “I looked into this BDSM stuff babe. There’s a lot of sense in it. People fill in lists of what they definitely like, what they might be up to trying and what’s an absolute no way, not ever. Both partners know what the other likes and wants, so there’s no confusion.”

  I go red, both with embarrassment and anger. “That part of my life is over, Drew.” I feel a tear well in my eye. “If you wanted to know details of what I used to get up to, you could have asked.” Would I have told him? I don’t know, maybe not everything. But the fact he’s gone behind my back to find out hurts. There’s also something he’s missing. “Just because it’s on the list doesn’t mean I actually tried it.”

  “So, there could be things you’d like to try but never got around to?” As the penny seems to drop, he leans forward, “Mind telling me where ass play falls?”

  I stand and start pacing furiously. “If you want to know, the closest I ever got to that was when Flint abused me. So that’s now off the list…”

  He’s there, in front of me, stopping my forward motion. His hands clasp either side of my face, holding fast. “And that’s why I wanted to know. Why I want you to update the list.”

  “What? I’m not going back to a club…”

  “Don’t you think it’s knowledge I should have? What turns you on, what turns you off? What we can try? What might trigger you? I told you, babe, this makes sense. Not just when you’re playing with anonymous partners who don’t know fuck about you, but to your husband who wants to give you what you want.” He’s staring at me as I’m trying to comprehend what he’s saying.

  I go to speak, but he hasn’t finished.

  “You’re adventurous, sexually, and fuck, I love that. So am I. This list,” he waves to where he’d put down his tablet, “well, it gives an unimaginative fucker like myself some fuckin’ good ideas.”

  My mouth opens and shuts like a fish on dry land. My traitorous body starts to respond to the idea of Drew and I trying stuff out, maybe things that are new even to me. Oh God, yes please.

  He’s waiting for some response.

  Surprisingly I feel shy when I tell him honestly, “I think I’d like that.”

  Now I’m in his arms, being held tightly. “I’ll never push you into something you don’t want to do, babe.”

  I’ve played in many clubs with many men, but there’s never been one I wanted to experiment with as much as the man holding me now. “I love you,” I tell him, pouring my heart into those three words.

  “I love you too,” he says back, then, nuzzling my ear adds, “Any chance you’d reconsider putting ass play back on your ‘like to try’ options?”

  I bat his arm, while thinking, with time and with Drew, there will probably be a lot of things I’ll be more than up to trying in the future. Ass play? Hmm.

  Chapter Twenty

  Wizard

  When I bang the gavel, everyone stops talking and heads all swing in my direction.

  I get straight down to business. “Worked like a fuckin’ charm.” I nod toward Lady, giving him credit. “Amy came to me and posed it as a suggestion she and Olivia had come up with herself.”

  Hawk grins widely by my side. “Ollie may have said Lady put the idea in their heads, and did I mind?”

  “And you said?” I prompt.

  My VP’s mouth turns up further. “I ummed and ahhed for a moment of course, then said it was her day so anything she wanted was fine by me.”

  I bark a laugh. “Sort of the same as I did, VP.”

  I can hear Drummer and Heart’s sighs of relief from here.

  “Thank fuck,” says Mouse.

  Hound’s also looking relieved. “So the Satan’s Devils’ wedding of the century will be held here on the compound.” And he’s the one to give voice to show how grateful we are to the man responsible. “Don’t know how the fuck you sold it to them, Lady, but thank you.”

  Lady shrugs. “Ain’t a thing. Wasn’t hard, as I can charm the pants off any man, getting two girls to see sense was easy.”

  Joker’s levelling a hard stare at him. “You, me. Going to have words later, Brother.”

  Uncontrite, Lady raises his hand and ruffles the hair of the man sitting beside him. He receives a punch in the stomach if the oomph from his mouth and the way he’s now creased over the table is any indication.

  “Hey, Lady. You now a minister?”

  As the man in question’s still trying to regain his breath, Joker answers for him, “He is. Paperwork came through yesterday. He’s just got to clear it with the Tucson authorities but that should just be a rubber-stamping matter.”

  For a second, I stare at the brother who’ll be marrying me to my old lady. His new certification means he can officiate over funerals as well. Hopefully we’ll have more call for his services with matrimony, but it’s good to have a brother who can do such things.

  “Hey, Lady. Your new religion got any practices Prez and the VP should know about?” Marvel leans forward and stares down the table.

  Lady, straightening, spares a glare at Joker that promises retribution later, and then turns his attention to Marvel. “Like what?”

  “Like having to have all the wedding guests witness the consummation? You know,” he goes on to spell it out as if we hadn’t already cottoned on, “watch their first fuck as married couples?”

  “Whether it does or does not,” I call out, loudly, “that will not be happening here.”

  Lady’s answer isn’t very reassuring. “Satanism’s easy, Brother. Basically it’s whatever you want.”

  Blade’s looking from Lady to Marvel, then to me, and finally Hawk. Unfortunately he’s too far down the table for me to attempt to stop him with anything other than my death stare which still can’t be quite as good as Drum’s. It doesn’t have the effect I wanted, as he opens his mouth. “So, you’re saying, we could all agree we want to witness them fuckin’ to make the weddings legal?”

  Hawk speaks up from beside me. “You want to retain what use you have in those hands of yours, Brother?” His voice is deceptively even. But it changes as he snarls, “If you do, then you can shut the fuck up. I’m not fuckin’ my ol’ lady for your entertainment.”

  “Spoilsports,” says Rock who I thought would be on my side. “We could have had bets on who’d last longest.”

  Hawk happens to catch my eye at that moment and damn me, for a second I wonder who’d win and then pushing down my competitive streak fast, I bang the gavel. “No fuckin’ in public. No baptism in blood, urine or whatever else you’ve a mind to come up with.”

  “I’d have a twenty on Hawk,” Marvel mutters to Rock out of the side of his mouth.

  What the…?

  “Oh, Prez, your face.” Drummer’s pointing and doubling up.

  “Why the VP?” Wraith wonders aloud.

  “Age, of course…”

  “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” I bang the gavel a few more times. God, they’re going to kill me. “I’ll move a motion to ban F.O.G.s from this table if you don’t zip your fuckin’ mouths shut.”

  My lips twitch as Drummer makes a show of pinching his finger and thumb against his lips and making a zipping motion. In all the years he was sat at the head of this table, I would never have expected him to be so relaxed as to do that.

  “Right,” I start, my voice loud enough to cut through the laughter. “Let’s get back to why it’s necessary to have the wedding here, behind our gates.” I turn to Mouse. “Any more chatter?”

  “Suspiciously quiet, Prez,” my brother-in-law respectfully replies. “You found anything?”

  He’s right. I’ve been trying
to find what I can too. Something like this needs both our minds on it. “Apart from that initial whisper two weeks back, nothing.”

  We’d picked up a reference linking two things together. Satan’s Devils and Archangel. But whether a promise or a threat, we couldn’t be certain. We’re treating it as the latter.

  The double wedding for me and my VP is a massive occasion, and Satan’s Devils will be coming in from all chapters, all Prezes and VPs as well as other senior officers will be present. It hadn’t taken more than a minute for it to dawn on us that should anyone want to damage the club, a direct hit on all the top men at once would be hard to resist.

  “I’m in discussion with the sergeant-at-arms and enforcers of the other chapters,” Hound puts in. “They’re bringing extra members to beef up our security. I want the whole perimeter monitored with eyes as well as cameras before, during and after the festivities.”

  “Mouse and I have discussed putting in more pressure sensors, further out from the current ones. We’ll need early warning if Archangel’s managed to pull together an army.”

  “They don’t even have to be loyal to the cause,” Peg puts in, grumpily. “Or to be paid. Many would jump at the chance to act violently, don’t need anything other than the opportunity to smash a few heads.”

  “Won’t be smashing heads if Archangel’s coming for us.” Throttle stares at his dad. “It will be war. What they’ll want is us dead.”

  “That’s if Archangel knows we betrayed him,” Rock says.

  “You want to take a chance he doesn’t?” Throttle shifts his gaze across the table. “I don’t, and I won’t.”

  “We act as though he’s coming for us,” I tell them, decisively. “While the women are making their wedding plans, we’ll put our own in place. I want this place buttoned up so tight getting into Fort Knox would be a fuckin’ piece of cake compared to getting in here.” It’s not just my family I’m protecting, but the whole of the Satan’s Devils MC.

  “Prez.” At his voice, I lift my chin toward Drummer. He’s completely in control of himself and serious as his steel-grey eyes meet mine. “Anything you need, you got it.”

  I nod. I’d be stupid not to use him for advice. He’d led this club for as long as I’ve lived my life. He’s got a wealth of experience that I can tap into.

  I lift the gavel, but before I bring it down, I stress one last time, “Everything we can do will be done. Hopefully the wedding two weeks tomorrow will go without incident of any kind.” I pause for a second before adding, “And no public fuckin’. Well, not from the brides and grooms. The rest of you can do what you want to.”

  “Orgy!”

  My eyes go to the heavens as the gavel meets the wood dismissing the meeting, but the sound is drowned out by the laughter greeting Marvel’s suggestion.

  Another week passes. The girls are so tied up with getting dresses organised, necessitating complications such as some remote coordination as Jayden’s little girls are going to be bridesmaids, and her sons ringbearers. Like most men, I leave the finer details to Amy, and she seems content when I tell her to just give me a time and I’ll be there. I did put my foot down at having to wear a tuxedo, but raised it when she suggested if I did, ass play might be back in the cards.

  I’m not sure what bribe Olivia offered, and if it was anything like mine, I wouldn’t want to know, but Hawk’s also agreed to dress up—just for the ceremony. Soon as rings are on fingers and vows exchanged, we’ll be back in cuts and jeans once again.

  Trucks roll up to the compound almost daily as we stock up with beer and supplies for the food Martha’s cooking here. Each vehicle is checked carefully, going to the extent of doing sweeps underneath to make sure no explosives have been brought in. Supplier’s trucks are allowed no further than the gates, the prospects brought in to carry it from there.

  Each day passing, I grow more tense with all the to-and-fro of strangers going on, and the bright part of my day is going back to my suite and Amy waiting for me.

  “You’re having a lot of meetings. Is everything okay?” Amy looks up as I enter.

  “I’m the prez,” I explain, taking advantage that she’s only lived at the compound little more than the month. “It’s my life, I’m afraid.” I step closer to her. “You look tired.”

  “I’ll be glad when it’s all over.” She doesn’t need to explain.

  “Thank you, Amy. I appreciate you going along with it.” I know both she and Olivia would have preferred a small affair. So would I, but it’s a good way to reconnect with all the chapters.

  “It’s part of being a first lady.” She turns in my arms and snuggles into my chest. “I’d do anything for you, Drew.”

  As I would for her. I squeeze my eyes shut as I cuddle her, praying to whatever deity would listen that I’ll be able to keep her safe.

  The activity continues for the next week and a half. More trucks arrive, new picnic tables turn up in pieces and need to be assembled so some men are kept busy helping the prospects do just that. Others work under the direction of myself, Hawk, Mouse, Hound and Throttle to make sure our perimeter is secured.

  “Wizard.” Drummer’s holding two beers as he enters my office.

  I take the one he offers and nod him to a chair.

  “So, it all kicks off tomorrow. You doing okay?” His eyes watch me searchingly.

  He knows only too well what it’s like to sit in my seat. “I worry I’m missing something.”

  “You probably are,” he replies, not very comfortingly. As my eyes widen, he continues, “All you can do is depend on the good men around you, and that they’ll react when something comes up that you haven’t planned for. It’s bound to happen, but how many vets have we got? Tens, probably dozens with the other chapters involved. They don’t forget their training, Prez.”

  He’s right. “It’s a heavy load.”

  “Warned you about that, Wizard. Warned what you were getting into. Gave you every bit of advice and information that I could over the years.” He places his beer bottle on the desk. “Never think that that president flash doesn’t sit well with you, Drew. You worked for it, harder than any man I know. In here,” he taps his head, “you’ve got what it takes. Saw from early on you were going to be my successor, and now I’m proud as hell working under you.”

  I go to open my mouth, to admit my fears that I’ve achieved too much too early, but he raises his hand.

  “You’re going to have doubts. You’re going to second guess every decision. Fuck, give every thought a third, fourth or fifth go around. Then at the end you’ll issue your instructions, and they’ll be the right ones for the club, even if they have unforeseen consequences. If they do, you’ll deal with them. If you weren’t such a man, you wouldn’t be right for the job. Don’t you think I had doubts? Worries I hadn’t thought of every last thing? If you acted like you knew everything, had it all at your fingertips, I’d be worried about you. Doubting means you never stop thinking, and can change your path fast if that’s what shit needs.”

  Drummer never gave any sign of self-doubt. That he’s now admitting it makes me feel easier about my own fears.

  “Just want this fuckin’ wedding over,” I tell him. “There’s such a big risk with Archangel on the loose, and no one being able to track him down.”

  “But, there’s also no noise about people assembling,” he reminds me. “You and Mouse have your ears to the ground. Fuck, Cad, Token and Keys do too. And the Utah guys, of course.” He gives a quick grin and a shake of his head. “In my eyes we’ve the best fuckin’ technical experts right on it. If there was a whisper of gangs coming together of the size needed to take the compound out, then one of you would have found something by now.”

  “Don’t forget it was tech that took him down. He may have learned his lesson and is doing it by word of mouth.”

  Drummer nods. “And that’s why you’ve got it covered by assembling our own fuckin’ army.” He stands. “Go get some rest, Prez. Leave it to Hound now. Peg�
�s lending him a hand. You’ve got the two best fuckin’ sergeant-at-arms in the business, so you go rest sound. Tomorrow, the other chapters will arrive and we’ll go into defence mode with the plans that we can recite in our sleep. Day after you’re marrying your ol’ lady. All you got to do is dress up and say your vows, leave everything else to us. I’m not going to let you down, Wiz. I know I don’t have rank anymore, but if something goes down while you’re otherwise engaged, I’ll get it handled.” He gives me a sharp look. “Not stepping on your toes, Prez. Just lending a hand.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Wizard

  The next day, I find I have a lot to be grateful to Drummer for. Visiting Prezes, VPs, officers and the members they bring along start to arrive from late morning onwards, and they all want a part of me. Those helping with security peel off with Hound, Peg and the other sergeant-at-arms, while those here just for the wedding want to socialise. Deciding I can’t be in two places at once, I find I’m handing keeping the compound safe into the capable hands of Drummer, and he slips out of retirement and into his old role seamlessly.

  Everyone defers to him out of respect for his previous rank, and when he says jump they still ask how high.

  Amy’s proving herself as a great old lady, though she’s run ragged splitting her time between greeting newcomers, catching up with old friends, and making sure there are sufficient places for people to sleep.

  Officers, we’re making sure we’ve got beds for, members will be sleeping on cots or floors. Somehow, Sam and Amy have come up with a plan to house everyone, and so far the arrangements haven’t caused complaints.

  By early evening, everyone who’s coming in has arrived, and the dinner, catered for by Martha, has been hijacked by being laughingly referred to as the rehearsal dinner. Lady cracks us up by appearing in the clubhouse wearing a black robe and Satanic mask. He makes Hawk, myself, Olivia, and Amy stand up and approach him, and takes us through all sorts of Satanic rights he says we’ll be doing tomorrow.