by M. Kristine
“Hey, boy! Luca, where are you?” he bites out.
“Fuck, I um shit, I’m... what did you say?” I question him. This is something I never do, but I just don't even know what he said while I was daydreaming.
“Where are you, boy?” he asks me, anger in his eyes and as I look to Ace the same is in his.
“Fuck, I’m just wasted from the run and now this,” I say trailing off.
“We’re talking about the run,” Ace booms.
“Where have you been? The others rode back in hours ago.” He cocks his head at me.
“I had to clear my head and just chill. I couldn't come back here to a full-blown party and fill you in knowing we were in lockdown and I had to figure out why I had that bad feeling about the gun deal.” It’s half the truth and it's all they are getting.
“Well they are watching us, and we need to find out how the fuck they are getting in,” Ace barked. As he began pacing my father lit another smoke.
“You know we can’t move the girls out until we know how, where and even who their eyes are,” I said to them, both agitated and annoyed. I looked towards the club gates, scanning the area, looking up at all our cameras and the prospect that's meant to be on watch and isn't even at his post.
“Look! Where the fuck is the prospect that’s meant to be on watch? Whose shift is it? My G…” I stop before the words slip from my mouth. I feel my body go rigid and the prickle of angry heat flicker over me. I just about fucking said my girl in front of my father and prez.
Mentally slapping myself, I storm past them stalking into the club and whistled loud through my fingers. Slamming my open palm on the wall of the clubhouse all eyes drop to mine as the noise breaks into silence. I am the fucking enforcer and I am about to enforce some pain on the bastard who isn’t at his post.
“Cut the fucking music,” I scream as my dad and Ace stand beside me. My dad’s hand finds my shoulder and I shake it off. Locking eyes with his concerned ones, I break our gaze and let my eyes, spitting anger, scan the room.
“Who the fuck is on watch tonight?” Cracking each one of my knuckles I watch all their faces deadpan. I can feel the fear rolling off them in tidal waves. My eyes lock onto the piercing green ones on the other side of the bar holding a bottle of Bud Lite mid-air, her beautiful features etched with worry. My eyes move to a small, timid figure trying to exit through the bar back door.
“Flame,” I yell.
“Grab him. Bring his ass outside.”
“Yep, I'd wanna run too,” I hear Flame laugh out as I turn on my heel and storm back out the door. People moved like the Red Sea opening up as Flame dragged the young wannabe prospect behind him. By the time they reached me my rage was past the boiling point. Flame dropped him at my feet, I picked him up dragging him to his post.
“Is this where you're meant to be?”
His petrified eyes meet mine and the only thing he does is nod. No words come out of his mouth. No respect given.
“I. Am. The. Enforcer of this club and you don't even give me the decency of a spoken word,” I scream out, my voice is dark and sharp.
I feel the club shake around me as the men and club whores all watch me lose myself to the demon.
I see my father and Ace standing off to the side, beer in one hand cigarette other. They won't stop me, they know better.
“Piss bag, we are on Lockdown. The Princesses of this club along with their mother, my mother and my sister’s live’s have been fucking threatened and you're inside getting a Bud Light. Are you fucking stupid?” Shaking my head.
“Fuck that, don't even answer that.” I’ll let my hands to the talking and let his gasps and groans be the answers.
I pull my arm back; with force I slam my fist straight into his face. Shattering his nose with one punch. Blood splatters, adrenaline rises, and all has gone black around me. All I see is his mug and the splattering of bright, sticky, crimson blood.
Pulling my hand back again. I crack his cheekbone and then the next one, this time watching his eyes as my fist cracks back down into the other cheek bone shattering that one. I see the blood vessels in his eyes burst as blood trickles all over his face. His body is weak, broken with pain, as I nod to Flame. He knows what I want, so he comes over and stands behind the near passed out little bitch prospect.
Flame wraps his arms under his armpits, linking his fingers at the back of his head and holds him as I open up on his stomach. First punch equals one rib crack. Second punch is the second rib crack, then the third rib cracks. The prospect groans and moans, grunts and gasps coming from him and the chapter behind me send my body on a wild, rage filled attack. I don't see anything bar the Mexican threatening my family. Threatening the only woman who I have ever loved.
I would never love anyone like I love Senna Austin and I never would love anyone if she was taken from this fucked up world. I wanna feel her heartlines forever. For me, the Viper, the enforcer to admit that is something serious.
If anything, and I mean anything happened to her I would kill every single person with my bare hands and with every tear I shed and every ounce of pain I felt, I would find them all and avenge her death.
Flame let him drop to the dirt below with a low thud slash gasp laced in a painful moan. The blood was dripping from his face to the dirt. He was gasping for air and moaning in pain. I knelt down to the side of him twisting his face between my fingers, so his eyes met mine. His eyes glazed over and were as red as his face covered in blood.
“Listen and listen really good! Next time you're on post don't fuckin’ leave even if you need to piss or shit, you fucking shit yourself and piss over the edge. You don't take your eyes off that fucking gate,” my voice hoarse and cracking from the strain of the pure anger.
Turning on my heel, I walk back into the club house wiping my bruised knuckles, my eyes fall onto the beauty standing there in front of me.
To the club that’s who I am out there. That's who they see. Sure, she has heard the stories, listened to the myths and legends. She listened and watched; she knew them all. But she had never once seen me lose my temper like that, never had she been witness to that act. She has heard them whisper but never once had she ever witnessed it. Seen me at my darkest, not once has she ever seen me lose control. The look in her eyes as her bottom lip trembled broke the last moral part of my being. Every time I lose control for the club, for them all, when my anger bubbles and burns, that's when I lose another part of what makes me human. When the devil comes out to play for the club, I'm always left feeling numb.
Chapter Eleven
Senna
I knew I should’ve stayed in the clubhouse.
I could hear my dad’s booming voice coming from outside. Dad, Spade and Luca are outside dealing with club shit and I know not to get involved. Club business is for members only. I may be a club princess, but club business isn’t my business. I learned that from a very young age.
The party is still in full force when Luca comes barreling through the door with a murderous look on his face. I have known this man my whole life and I can say I’ve never seen him like this. So enraged. So scary. He reminds me of the boogeyman you dream about as a child. He’s a live version of the boogeyman. This isn’t my Luca, this is Viper.
After confronting one of the prospects, Flame drags him outside. I understand the need for dominance. The prospects need to learn and earn respect and this guy, whose name I can’t remember, obviously doesn’t have any. Saylor and I file out of the clubhouse along with most of the club.
Viper does what the enforcer of the club is supposed to do, enforce the rules. While Flame holds the guy up, Viper gives him a beatdown. Not only for disrespecting him but also for not doing what he was supposed to, protecting the club.
For the first time in my life, I’m scared of him. The savagery of his assault on the prospect. The look of sheer enjoyment on his face. The fury and power are too much. This is not the same man who only a few hours ago brought me so much pleasure. Who hel
d me, kissed me, loved me? Nope. My Luca is nowhere to be found. All I see is Viper and I hate what I see. I hate that he has to become this, this other being to do his job.
Saylor wraps me in her arms taking me back into the club. She hates this shit as much as I do. We have been around violence our entire life. It’s part of these men and I wouldn’t change them for anything. But I still hate it. Hate the fact Luca has to go to that dark place. That he has to become that to protect me and this club.
Once inside she walks us to the bar. The room is practically empty since everyone was outside watching Viper dole out punishment. Once I’m seated, Say goes around the bar and sets two shot glasses in front of me. She turns grabbing the Patron, lime and salt then she fills our glasses and we lift them in unison.
“To hating the men we love,” she says licking the salt off her hand before downing the shot and sucking the lime. I mimic her movements and take my shot. She refills our glasses and we go again.
Pulling the lime from my mouth I look up at her, “And what man would that be sis?” I ask inquisitively.
“None,” she mumbled, before turning away from me and grabbing us each a beer.
“Oh no. You best fess up bitch! Lane told me a few weeks ago there’s a guy but refused to tell me who. So, I’ll ask again. Who is it?”
She stares at me for a few minutes as she drinks her beer. We may not look at all like sisters, but we have a bond none will ever understand. I can see the wheels in her head turning trying to find a way out of this conversation. I continue to stare at her hoping she gets that she is going to tell me.
Saylor finishes her beer in a few more swigs. I hear the clank of the bottles hitting when she tosses it in the trash. I patiently wait for her to start talking.
Throwing her hands in the air she sighs. Here it comes…
“It’s Capone, ok!” she growls. My mouth falls open. I’m shocked. Well and truly shocked. Once I pick my jaw up off the bar I respond.
“How long?”
“Since the day he got his prospect cut,” she grumbles. She’s moodier than a cat with a sore ass.
“Huh. Does he know?” She shakes her head in response. Of course, he doesn’t, because the men of the Ace of Spades are fucking clueless. They only see what they want to see, nothing more, nothing less.
I jump off the bar stool going behind the bar and pull her into my arms. Saylor is way more affectionate than me but when it comes to her, I’m a teddy bear
“Looks like we both want who we can’t have,” I say as we burst into giggles.
“You got that right, Sen,” she says as we make our way to our rooms in the back of the clubhouse. Life would be so much easier if we weren’t part of this club. If we could be who we are and openly love who we want.
Chapter Twelve
Viper
It's too much seeing her eyes heavy with pain and shock. I never play nice when it comes to this club, I don't even play nice with the whores that walk around here. But with her, with Senna, I have been nothing but nice. Now she has seen me as Viper, the enforcer and I had seen it in her eyes that one moment that she couldn't handle it. She wasn't expecting the carnage that my body can enforce.
She is strong, I will give her that. Growing up as the daughter of an MC president you have to be. So much comes with this life, but my dreams are darker than the deepest depths of the sea.
Kicking the door open of my bedroom at the club, I see that it's been cleaned, and fresh towels laid out and a clean fresh bed. With a note After a long run I knew you would need this, food in your mini fridge, Jack in the freezer part. love you X Mrs H.
That woman is a God send. She definitely knows just what us boys, unruly and messy boys, need. She has been here forever since I was little. She must be close to banging on sixtyish as she seemed old when I was a kid.
Taking the Jack from the fridge I unscrew the lid taking a swig from the bottle as I kick off my boots. I fall onto the soft bed and it protests under my body weight while molding into my frame. I pull my smokes from my breast pocket and just lay there looking at the roof smoking and thinking. I let her get inside my head tonight. I became foolish and I let my guard down.
I was gone far longer than necessary, and both my father and Ace picked up on it. I just about got myself killed by a slip of the tongue that I covered up by breaking that prospect’s face. It definitely needed to be done. Not as forcefully and uncontrollably as I did it though, but my mind was a mess. She gets under my skin and I just can’t fucking think straight. It's not like me to enforce such a beating in full view of the club with the women present. We have a shed for that purpose. Ace will have my balls for this in the morning.
Church will be called, and I will need to finish what I started with the gun run and the fucking piss bag whom thinks he can fuck with my club. I fired a text off as Ace was roaring into the phone. Game on bitch you wanna play best you be ready to be burnt. That's what I sent him. I know he will be sourcing a way to hurt us to make us weak and he can bring it. Fuck with us after a favor done to you. Under a rule from another club we respect is one thing but to threaten the women of this club well that’s a whole new deal. He and his own are about to see the wrath that comes from such a threat. Not to mention the shit fest he caused in town; the feds will be having a field day with that.
Senna and I just can't work, like ever. Not in this world when all I wanna do is kiss her from the top of her head all the way down to her toes. Running my hands over my face I sit on the edge of the bed and stub my smoke out in the clean ashtray. Looking at my bruised knuckles and blood-stained skin, the normal pain of what I had done walks over my senses. Each and every time when I come out of the blue-black rage and see the blood and bruises, I feel the tense, tight pain of split skin. I shudder at the demon feed and Luca has to wear the hangover of it’s feeding time.
Dragging my ass toward the bathroom I strip from my bloodied clothing. My body aching from seven hours straight riding in from the border. Even though we broke this trip up into stages, it still fucking kills a man’s body. The elements are unkind, and the road makes a man think way too much.
Turning on the faucet to hot, I watch as the steam rises and swirls in front of me. Memories of Senna sitting on my lap tonight, her arms wrapped around me as the wind blew tendrils of her red hair around me and the smell of coconut hits my senses.
Snapping my eyes to the door, I feel her. She is standing there a bottle of Dettol and a bowl with bandages in her hand and a packet of painkillers.
“I thought you may need this.” I watched her as she placed the items down on the small table to the side. Her eyes burning into mine.
“Um, thanks,” is all I could form standing there in just my boxers. She sends me a weak smile before walking up to me and looking at my hands.
“I don't like the person I saw out there.” The pain in her voice so audible it cuts through the beating in my chest.
“This person, baby, is who I am. Who I have to be for the club our fathers built?” Kissing the top of her forehead then walking into the shower I shut the door before slipping my boxers off my cock half-mast just from looking at her.
The water scalds my skin. A welcome burn to the numb emptiness that coats my body. Lowering my head under the stream of water I watch as the blood runs from my body and the heat prickles over my skin. She would have had to sneak past so many to just get to my door.
Her and Saylor’s wing is on the other side of the club. I can see her door from my own. We have a wrap-around landing with a staircase on either side, but you can walk around the whole top floor and access the rooms from either stairs.
She cares, I know she does, but she can’t. It's going to kill her seeing me this way. If she couldn't handle that small beat down, fuck me, imagine what she would be like when I come home after a kill. I will have to push her back. Tonight, was a mistake. I shouldn't have done what I did. I shouldn't have played with fire. Because at the end of it all, I am me. A cold-blooded biker�
�s son who kills without even blinking. She, well... she is just too damn perfect for this world and it's about time she sees that before it kills the both of us.
“Viper, Fuck, Viper.” I hear my name through the fog of sleep and on an all mighty hangover.
“Bro get the fuck up,” his voice blunt, cutting through the walls of my brain.
“The fuck does you want.” I try to swat him away.
“Fuck off, Flame,” I hiss out to him as he rips my blankets from me, letting the air hit my naked body.
“Get the fuck up dick and get dressed too. You’re late for Church and Ace is spitting tacks.”
My eyes snap open and I jump from the bed regretting the sudden movement. My head is fucking pounding as I slip my legs into my jeans.
“No boxers. You rebel,” Flame hollers as he walks from my room.
“Oh, and nice ass by the way.”
“Fuck you, dick bag.” Scrubbing my hands over my face I am so hung over and really just fucking hating this day already and I look at my watch, it’s only eight am. Fuck me! What has Ace calling church so dam early and on a fucking Sunday. It’s the Lord’s day of rest, not an ear bashing, bitching about how much I fucked up and where was I when shit went west with the gun deal day. I was fingering your daughter looking into her eyes as I claimed her fucking soul, condemning us both to hell.
Mrs H passed me my cup of bitter black coffee as I walked into the door of church, all eyes once again fall on me.
“Save it,” I barked looking at them all.
