Fatso cowboy walks forward, eyeing Amara up and down. “What is she into? We don’t typically have men on our roster . . . but I’m sure some of the clients here wouldn’t mind . . . gettin’ a piece of this firecracker.”
I smirk, “She has very particular preferences. I’m the only tall dark and handsome she’ll have. But, if you have someone here who’s a blonde . . . we’ll take ‘em.”
The boss in charge rubs his hand against his jaw and looks around the room. He knows what I’ve already figured out. There’s not one horny bastard in this place that’s blonde. I’m sure he might be able to find one somewhere on the property though. “Aw, well I’m sorry to tell ya I don’t have anyone right here who meets your preferences. Though, I do know where we have someone who you might like.”
Walkin’ a little closer to the big guy, I dig my hand into my wallet and hand him three hundreds. “Consider it a finder’s fee.”
“Lemme walk you over to where he is. I’ll go in first and chat with him about your . . . unique offer and see if he’s interested. But I should warn you. This fella can get a bit dark.”
“If you think I haven’t tied her up and flogged her ass until she’s bleedin’ you might just be crazy.” I say.
He motions for us to go with him so we follow and I stick close to Amara’s rear. I don’t mind makin’ it look like she’s my bitch and we’re here for her to get fucked, but no way will I let these eyes violate her. She’s in the club with me and I’ll be damned if she’s disrespected. We’re gonna do what we have to do and then we’ll get the fuck outta here.
We go through the front door and see Chaz, who can’t keep a straight face to save his life. “Who’s this schmuck?” The owner asks.
“This is our friend. My girl here loves to invite others into our bed, but she’s somethin’ special. She wants a stranger and someone familiar, so I brought our buddy here with us. Hope you don’t mind.” I explain, comin’ up with this shit on a whim.
“Damn, your girlfriend is one of a kind. C’mon, he’s in the house right up here.” The three of us follow him until we’re at the door and he signals us to stop. “I’ll be honest with you. My client spooks easily because he’s somewhat of a celebrity. If he agrees you’re going to have to swear you won’t say a word to anyone.”
“I can attest for all of us, we won’t utter a word. I don’t exactly want folks knowin’ about our bedroom habits. You get what I’m sayin’?” I tell him.
He chuckles, placing his hand on the door. “Oh, I understand.”
“Wait Mister,” Amara says, touching his shoulder. “Please tell him how much I want tonight to be a pleasure fest. I want to let go, to release everything and just . . . be surrounded by sex. Please tell him I won’t say anything . . . I just want cocks.”
He nods once and heads in the doorway, and the group of us watch it shut. “What the hell is going on right now?” Chaz whispers lowly.
Amara turns quickly to face him. “Shut the fuck up before you blow this up. I’m a slutty girlfriend to Dixon right now and I’m looking for all the cocks, so play along.”
“Fuck, if it means getting to stick my dick back in you I have no problem.” Chaz growls, meanwhile, I can see Amara roll her eyes.
“He’s obviously not the smartest tool in the shed,” She grumbles under her breath. The door opens a moment later and out comes the owner with a beaming smile on his face.
“He’s agreed, though he’s in the middle of somethin’ with another woman. He doesn’t mind y’all goin’ in and seein’ or starting your . . . session.” The owner tells us, starting to go back down the path.
Once he’s out of sight I place my hand on the knob and turn it, entering the building. Amara and Chaz stick closely behind me and I notice the turnin’ of the deadbolt where Chaz must be lockin’ the door.
We head further into the house and I see a light shinin’ on a woman’s back. Slashes run in a horizontal pattern across her flesh, blood oozes from them and they slide down over the next, and the next, and the next.
What in the fuck am I lookin’ at?
“Freddie told me your girl has a thing for blondes,” Toby comes into view, fully naked with an erect cock.
I nod, “Mhm. She was feelin’ a bit frisky tonight and wanted to dive into some sin. Can you do that for her?”
He chortles out a laugh, “Oh, sin is my middle name. What’s your pleasure baby?”
Amara walks forward, smiles and looks up to him. “Karma.”
“Excuse me?” Toby replies.
Before Amara can respond I’m already in the process of blowin’ this fuck in the face with my fist. When the impact happens, I feel joy. It courses through me like a drug, ‘cause I’m gettin’ vengeance for my baby sister.
And man, this is only the beginning.
Chapter Twenty-Four
They laugh at you because they don’t know what you’re capable of
~ @TheJokerQuote
Dixon
I wasn’t tryin’ to knock the fucker out, but I did. He hit the floor and it’s been ten minutes since he’s been conscious. The girl tied up to the wall keeps asking what’s goin’ on, so I head over to her and as soon as her face comes into view I see tears. It’s obvious to me this girl doesn’t like what she’s doin’ with him.
“What’s your name sweetheart?” I ask her, keepin’ my tone low. She’s fuckin’ petrified. Her hands shake visibly from the shackle type shit they’re in. They aren’t iron or leather though, they look to be like some sort of fabric. “I’m not here to hurt you, I promise.”
“W-what do you w-want? Are you h-here to h-hurt me too?” She manages to get the words out, but her tears cause her to hiccup through most of it.
“No, of course not. I’m here ‘cause that piece of shit who did this to you . . . he hurt my little sister. And I’m not gonna let him do it to anyone else. Alright?” I tell her, pullin’ my knife from my pocket and I pull the blade free. I plan on cuttin’ her out of these but she starts to thrash her body against the wall.
“P-please don’t. I’ll do a-anything.”
I move my body right up against the wall and look at her. “Sweetheart, this is what I’m plannin’ on doin’. I’m gonna take this blade here and I’m gonna cut you down. Okay? I’m not gonna hurt you. I’m gonna get you out of this place.”
She nods her head, indicating it’s okay for me to proceed and her charcoal colored hair falls down further on the side of her face. It comes down to about her mid-back. I grab onto the restraints and cut through them, realizing they’re that strong shit you get put wrapped around your arm after a blood test. It’s almost fabric, but not quite. Her left side falls first, and then her right. The poor girl is weak as hell and thankfully Amara’s right beside her, ‘cause when I make that last cut, she tumbles down. Luckily, Amara breaks her fall and pulls her over to a couch that’s sittin’ on the side of the room.
“Are you okay?” Amara even speaks lowly, meanwhile I hear Chaz sayin’ somethin’ but can’t make it out. I peek my head around the corner and see Toby is comin’ to. So, I head back over to Amara and the girl.
Kneelin’ down, I speak to her. “Hey sweetheart. My name’s Dixon and this here is my friend Amara. We belong to the Reapers MC just outside of town. I’m gonna reiterate what I said earlier. We’re not here to hurt you. We’re here for that fucker over there. I don’t like what I’m seein’ here.” I’m not lookin’ at her back right now, but she’s naked and facin’ me. The pictures of her back tore up like that can’t seem to get outta my head. There’s no way we’re gonna leave her here. “Your boss Freddie do that to you?”
She draws her brows together, looks at the floor and shakes her head. I think she’s tryin’ to tell us no.
“Why does Freddie let it happen then?” Amara asks her.
She won’t look up at me, but she glances at Amara. “Freddie i-isn’t my b-boss. Toby b-brings me here to . . . to do these t-things.”
“Wait. Is he your boyfri
end?” I ask, gettin’ straight to the fuckin’ point.
“Mhm,” It barely comes out in a whisper, but damn I’m even more pissed than I’ve ever been. This slimeball is doin’ this to other women.
I take this young woman’s hand in mine and look at her, even though she won’t meet me with her eyes. “Listen, I’m not gonna let you leave here with him. You know it’s not safe for you. He’ll do this and worse. We have a club, and it’s packed right now but you’ll have a safe place to sleep, food in your stomach and nothing will be asked of you. We even have women who offer medical services to people who need it, and I’d like to get those cuts on your back checked out, darlin’.”
“Delilah, please s-stop c-calling me those pet names.” Okay, so I finally get her name.
“Sure thing, I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I was only tryin’ to show you I’m not a threat. Will you accept my apology, Delilah?” I ask, seein’ her finally meet her eyes with mine and she nods.
“Alright, thank you. You sit tight here, and I’ll get Amara to find you some clothes. Did you come in with some?”
Delilah nods, “Yeah t-they’re over t-there.” She points to the other corner.
“Okay, I’ll get Amara to get them for you in a moment. Amara, do me a favor and have Sakura and Mouser come out here to get her. I want Delilah taken back to the club. I think we have a cot and we can put her in the room with Abbey.”
“Sure thing. I’ll call Mouser now and tell them to get here as soon as possible.” Amara replies.
“Perfect. Get her clothes sorted and take her out of here. I don’t want her to hear anything.” I tell Amara before I head over to where Chaz is. Toby is alert with his back against the wall.
“Do I know you boys?” Toby asks, snarlin’ his words at us.
Kneelin’ down, I get in this fucker’s face. Hurtin’ my sister was one thing, but doin’ it to other women just strikes a chord in me. “No, but you’re about to. Does my face look familiar to you, asshole? Take a good look and think about it.”
Toby assesses my face, lookin’ all around me before he shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t fucking know you, man. Shit, take the girl and leave if you want. I was bored with her ass anyway.”
Raisin’ my brows, I’m fuming. “You know, my little sister told me to keep you alive. I asked her if she wanted me to kill you, and you know, she has one of them pure hearts. She’d never wish anyone harm. Even a man who beat on her. Though, I’ll be real with you. After seein’ what you did to Delilah, I’m not feelin’ like keepin’ you alive is such a great choice.”
His eyes go wide after he realizes why I’m here. Turnin’ my neck from right to left I wait until it pops on both sides, then crack my knuckles. “I think you know I’m really gonna enjoy everythin’ I’m about to do to you.”
I’m not sure what comes over me, but it’s as if I’ve suddenly blacked out. Time passes before I realize what’s happening and the next thing I know I’m standing in front of a man with blood coming out of his mouth. I see cuts on his face and I’m holding a knife, it’s not even my fuckin’ knife.
“Fuck, Dixon. Take a break now, will ya? The dude’s barely hangin’ on at this point. He told you everything you wanted to know.” Chaz mutters.
I turn my head over to him, “Where are Sakura and Mouser? They need to pick Delilah up before she sees this shit. Fuck.”
“Uh . . . Dixon, she’s been gone for well over an hour. It’s just you, me and Amara.” Chaz says.
I close my eyes, wipin’ my hand across my face. “Fuck, I’m exhausted. Sorry, brother. I’ve been so into this that . . . I must’ve just ignored everything happening around me.”
“You’re fine. You’re getting into the heat of the moment. It’s something we’ve all done before,” Amara says from the doorway. She lit a cigarette at some point and has slowly been smokin’ it. “But, Chaz is right. We have the name of the guy she left him for. We need to get going. Especially, if you want to see him. Toby told us he doesn’t come into town often . . . but I really think you need to call Damon and tell him what you know. Remember what happened to me by going rogue.”
“Between you and me, I think you goin’ rogue was what the club needed. You know Damon doesn’t take kindly to that type of shit, though.” I reply.
“Agreed. Which is why you need to fucking call my brother and tell him the same Lucien who’s with the Lucifer’s Heretics MC, is the guy Abbey was dating. Dixon, if you don’t . . . I don’t even want to know what’ll happen.” The only reason I know this guy’s name and recognize his face is because Amara had given Damon everything on that forum the Lucifer’s Heretics had run. The rest of the club had looked over the materials to familiarize ourselves with shit.
Holy fuck. I sure picked a moment to black out in my rage.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Karma takes too long. I’d rather beat the shit out of you now
~ Unknown
Dixon
I made it quick, a death the man didn’t deserve. He should’ve screamed, pleaded for his life, begged for fuckin’ mercy . . . but he was too tired. His life meant nothin’ at the point I took it from him, and I can’t go back and change things now.
Amara was right when she said I needed to call Damon, so I did. He sent Mouser and Kade out here in the meantime to grab Toby’s body so they can dispose of it. Kade knows a pig farm somewhat local to us, so he’s gonna drop off pieces of his body and dispose of it that way. I told Damon everythin’ I knew, from the smallest to the biggest thing. I even told him how Abbey wanted me to spare Toby but I fuckin’ couldn’t. I couldn’t do it after everythin’ I saw him do to Delilah. I know she wanted to give this guy a chance to have a better life and do better . . . but he would never change. Men like him only stay their same, vile selves.
Before Toby died, he gave me the location of a warehouse Lucien’s been stayin’ at. The fucker doesn’t own it, but it’s a friend of his. I can’t seem to wrap my head around everythin’, but I don’t like that this bastard who’s enemies with the Devil’s Riot MC somehow managed to get his hands into the Reapers too. Shit just doesn’t add up to me. Bein’ in this life, you learn one thing really quick— never believe in coincidence. So, I don’t. There’s always a reason behind people choosin’ to act a certain way. The fact I don’t know his reasonin’ only causes me to get nervous.
You wanna know why?
It’s ‘cause he’s a step ahead of us.
When we thought we were a step ahead of the Lucifer’s Heretics. Motherfucker.
My call with Damon was pretty short. He wanted to send more brothers out here to provide backup but I told him we’d be fine. The more people we have, the bigger of a ruckus we make. I got to my point pretty quickly. I want to put an end to this. I don’t want this bastard to get away because he hears us all comin’ for him.
Damon ended up agreeing, sayin’ that sendin’ more of us to the warehouse would only cause more problems. I told him I’d text him the address the second I got to the location and we ended the call at that.
The warehouse’s location is on the southern end of Vegas, just below Sloan, which is about forty minutes away from where we were earlier. As we get out of the city and pass Sloan, civilization starts to become a distant memory. It turns into desert, ridges and mountain. I make a right off I-15 onto Route 161 and we head down a few miles until we’re back in the desert. We make a left after a couple miles and we’re heading down a dirt lane. I guess the element of surprise is out of the question, considerin’ we can’t see jack shit at this time of night. I pull over after a bit and park my bike on the right side of the road. Chaz and Amara both follow suit, shuttin’ off their bikes and I notice they don’t say a word.
“This is the address he gave us?” Chaz asks.
He won’t be able to see me noddin, but I am. “Yep, it is. Somethin’ just doesn’t feel right about this to me.” I say, lettin’ them both know somethin’ is off here.
“Agreed. This
doesn’t feel right. We should’ve reached the warehouse by now, right?” Amara asks.
“I think we should’ve. What do you think, Chaz?” I ask.
“I dunno. I can tell you I see lights off in the distance, and I’m not talking about that Area 51 type of shit. You know?” God, he can never stop bein’ a fuckin’ smartass. He always has something jovial to say.
Squintin’ my eyes I look further down the dirt lane and see he is right. There appears to be some sort of structure off in the distance and there are lights on in it. “I dunno what you two are thinkin’ but I say we head for it and go in heavy.”
“Agreed,” Both say at the same time.
We leave the bikes parked and I swear we’re at least a mile away. Though, if we wanted to blow shit up and give him the knowledge we’re here we would’ve taken the bikes. Goin’ in on foot is more secure. The three of us walk together until we reach a chain link fence. A light shines on a sign tellin’ us no trespassers are allowed, security officers are allowed to use extreme force and a bunch of other shit.
The gate’s wide open so we walk right through and move to the right so we’re no longer being illuminated by the lights which were around the fence.
“Why is that door wide open?” Amara asks out of the blue.
I look over and see the door she’s talkin’ about. It looks like someone ran straight through it and left it open without a regard for anyone else.
“I don’t—,” I start to say when I feel somethin’ hit me in the neck. It causes me to stop and touch my skin. Somethin’ is stickin’ from out of my throat, so I yank it out and can see it’s some sort of dart. The type of shit you see in those recon jungle movie shit.
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