Turning Wheels (Satan's Devils MC #1): A Blood Brothers Spin off

by Manda Mellett

  Slick stares at me for a moment, “You okay, Wheels?”

  I nod and reassure him, “I’m fine, thanks.”

  “You don’t want to get in with the likes of them.”

  I’ve realised that. There’s a hierarchy to the club women, old ladies are at the top, club whores at the bottom, and never the twain shall meet. Me, on the other hand, as Chrissy pointed out, I’ve no freaking idea where I belong.

  Slick or someone must have had a word with the sweet butts because they leave me alone after my conversation with Chrissy. But that doesn’t stop them glaring at me when they think no one is looking.

  Chapter 8

  Wraith

  Peg’s a good man, and I’m pleased he’s taken Wheels under his wing, kindred spirits I expect. Out of all of us, he understands her best. When he’s not out on business, every day for the last couple of months he’s worked with her helping her to build up her strength, but what’s even better to see is that she works with him too, putting in so much effort that even he’s surprised with her progress. While she still uses her chair, particularly when she’s tired, he’s encouraging her to use her crutches, and the more she does, the more she smiles.

  Peg explained the amount of damage in her one whole leg resulted in such muscle wastage it will take to build the strength in it up to what where should be, but in time he expects her to be able to throw her crutches away. And I can’t fucking wait.

  There was such a visible difference in her mood from the first time Peg started helping her, that before Horse set off on his second trip away from the compound, he returned her medication to her. I saw him do it, and couldn’t miss the way her mouth broadening into a grateful grin when she realised he trusted her again.

  I can’t forget that day when I saw her wobbling into the clubroom on those crutches and not using the chair. Damn, if I didn’t grow harder than steel as I saw my first glimpse of her fine ass. Even out of the chair she’s not tall, probably around five foot two or so, but even so, her legs go on for miles and did I mention that ass? Christ, I just want to hold my hands around it, squeeze it and pull it down over my eager cock. She’s got an hourglass figure, just the kind I like. And I wasn’t the only one staring. A small growl came from my throat when I realised my brothers weren’t immune either.

  We’ve no issues about continuing to give her our protection. It doesn’t take much to keep her amused and happy, most of the time she’s with the old ladies for that. Mouse has found no indication that anyone knows where she is, and we’ve all taken a liking to her. When she lets herself go, she’s got a wicked sense of humour and isn’t shy in coming forwards. But something tells me she’s still fighting her mental battles, as well as her physical ones.

  And me? Well, I’m fighting myself. I want her like I’ve never wanted a woman before, only with her, it wouldn’t be a one-time fling. A woman like Wheels would expect more than that. I don’t know if I’m ready to take an old lady. But the thought of sinking my cock into her… Fuck it; she only has to walk into the room, and I’m hard again. I can’t deny the day may be coming soon when I’ll have to step up and mark my territory and to hell with the consequences. Sessions in the shower aren’t doing it for me anymore; I need the real thing. Drum would kill me if he knew what I was thinking!

  “Hey, Wheels!” Dart calls out. “Over here, sweetheart.”

  As she gives him a little wave and slowly makes her way across to the table he’s sitting at with Rock and Beef I notice Chrissy staring at her, contempt written all over her face. The sweet butt nudges Jill who’s sitting beside her and whispers into her ear. Jill also turns and sneers. My lips tighten. Slick had a word with them some time ago, but they’re getting increasingly envious over her comfortable relationship with the boys, and the fact she’s on her own two feet today has made them worse than ever. I’ve got to shut that shit down fast. This is a landmark day for Wheels, having the confidence to leave her wheelchair behind and I’m not having jealous bitches spoiling it.

  As I stomp towards them they look up, the artful smile on Chrissy’s face fading once she sees the expression on my own. I pause before speaking, folding my arms across my chest, letting them see my distaste. “Don’t think I don’t know what you whores are bitchin’ about. And if I hear you say one fuckin’ disrespectful word about Wheels you’ll be out of this club before you can fuckin’ blink. D’you feel me?”

  “But Wraith, we weren’t…”

  “Yes, you fuckin’ were Chrissy. Don’t bother fuckin’ denyin’ it.”

  She casts a glance at Jill in case she’ll help her, Jill just shrugs, Allie and Pussy look the other way. Chrissy tries another approach, putting out her hand and resting it on my arm, “Wraith, how about you an’ me get together? It’s been a while and you know I could make you feel soooo good.”

  I look down at the hand touching me with disgust. Yes, I used to go there, but fuck knows why. And I know I have absolutely no desire to go there again. The longer my stare rests on her skin, the lighter her touch becomes until she gets the message and pulls it away. I decide to lay it on the line, “Yes, we fucked. But I don’t wanna fuck you again. Got it?”

  If I thought it was possible, I’d have sworn there were tears in her eyes. But I had to be wrong; sweet butts should know better than to think they can get involved with members; no one’s going to take an old lady that all the other brothers have sunk their dicks in.

  I have one last word before I go, “Lay off Wheels,” I growl, and then look between the four of them until I see the resignation in their faces letting me know they’ve got the message.

  A roar of laughter from across the room draws my attention. Wheels, now seated with a drink in front of her, is grinning broadly. Bullet and Blade have joined them, and Peg’s hovering behind. Dart’s tapping a cigarette out of a pack and lighting up. Wanting to find out what’s going on, I make my way over.

  “What’s the joke?” I ask to the table in general.

  Dart’s still smirking, “Blade just asked for a cancer-stick,” he starts, and I know that’s not unusual. He’s apparently given up, or at least has given up buying his own.

  “Okay…” I encourage, knowing that can’t be the end of it.

  Laughing again, and causing sniggers around the table, Dart continues, “So Wheels asks if he always bums fags.”

  Bullet’s now doubling up.

  “It’s not that funny,” Wheels says, though she’s giggling too.

  “I didn’t believe English people really said that shit!” Blade manages to stammer out.

  Wheels glances up at me, her lips curling up, and then turns to Dart, “No need to get your knickers in a twist.”

  “Ain’t wearin’ any, babe,” he replies, and for some reason that sets the table off again.

  “Say somethin’ else, sweetheart,” Blade encourages her.

  “Nah,” Wheels pulls her crutches towards her and makes a show of getting onto her feet, but she’s still grinning. Peg puts out his hand to help her, “I’m going for a slash now.” At the looks of incomprehension thrown towards her, she clarifies, “I’m going to spend a penny,” then adds, waving her hand towards the heads, “Going to visit Aunty Loo.”

  Rubbing his hand over his face, Blade laughs, “Christ, she talks a fuckin’ different language.”

  “Oh stop taking the piss.” She throws over her shoulder as she walks away.

  Fuck, I’m chuckling too now; she’s in her element here. Why haven’t we seen this side of her before? My problem is I like this new feisty Sophie that’s emerging, the one not afraid to have a laugh with my brothers. And so does my cock. I’ve managed to stay away from her for weeks now, but it’s getting more difficult as each day passes. And that ass! Fuck, I’d have to be blind not to want to go there.

  Peg comes to stand beside me, “She’s doing fuckin’ well. Been hard fuckin’ work for her, but she’s getting’ there.”

  “She’s improvin’ mentally, too.” I told him, and his slow, st
eady nod shows me he agrees, “It’s the independence that she needs. I know, I went through the same fuckin’ thing.”

  Tapping on my arm, he indicates he wants me to move aside so we can get some privacy. “What’s happenin’ with that contract out on her?”

  “Mouse is keepin’ his ear to the ground, but nothin’ seems to have changed. St John-Davies has probably traced her to Phoenix, but she could have ended up anywhere in the States for all he fuckin’ knows.”

  Again his slow nod, “Let’s hope it stays that way. So far she’s not caused trouble for the club.” He’s echoing my thoughts from earlier.

  The more I’m around Wheels; the harder it is to keep my hands to myself. For some reason, as Wheels has improved, the sweet butts and even the townies who come up to the clubhouse at weekends have ceased to interest me to the extent that since I first set eyes on Wheels, she’s become the only one I’ve wanted. For the first time since my teens, my hands been seeing far too much action, preferring to jerk myself off to thoughts of the woman I can’t have, rather than sinking into any that I can. If any of my brothers knew they’d be laughing their fucking heads off.

  And the following Sunday it only gets harder to keep my distance when we hold a club barbeque. The sun’s shining, grills are grilling, little Amy’s running around and getting in everybody’s way and she comes out wearing a tight tank top which showcases her boobs perfectly. Fucking Wheels! My cock stands immediately to attention, and I lost track of what Drum’s saying to me.

  “Wraith!” My name in a sharp bark draws my eyes back to him.

  His own are narrowed as he notices what distracted me. “She’s a fine lookin’ girl.”

  I laugh, “You’ve only just noticed?”

  “No, but I’m not lookin’ with my cock.”

  Luridly I thrust my hips a couple of times, “Can’t help it if I’ve noticed her tits.”

  “As long as lookin’s all you’re going to be doin’, VP.” He sounds suspicious.

  “It’s alright, Drum, I ain’t goin’ there. She’s got too much baggage.” Oh, but fuck I wish I could.

  “Hmm,” he’s still giving me one of his searching looks, and now I’m uncomfortable, believing he sees far too much. But thankfully, he changes the subject, “It’s all gone quiet on her front and I ain’t talkin’ about her rack.” He doesn’t have to explain he’s still talking about Wheels, and his choice of words considering our previous conversation has me giving a brief smile, “But I want to be prepared for trouble. Peg reckons we should double our stock on ammunition and get in a few more guns. He’s suggestin’ some of the Mac 10s.”

  I give a slow whistle through my teeth as Drum mentions the small hand held machine guns capable of firing 18 bullets a second. Even a blind man would have a hard time missing a target with one of them. But the spray action can affect accuracy, still, despite that it’s a good bit of kit. “Nice,” I tell him. It sounds like he’s preparing for war, but I know the brothers will be pleased to have new toys. “Got a supplier?”

  “Eduardo,” he replies.

  Looks like I might be taking a trip down to the border shortly. The thought of a good run is welcome; the direction and the complications of getting guns across from Mexico not so much.

  He sees I’ve caught on, “Thought you and Peg and a couple of the prospects, Spider and Marsh perhaps, could go?”

  “Yeah, Prez. When you thinkin’ off?”

  “Next week?”

  I consider what else I’ve got going on, but am certain he already knows my plate’s pretty much clear, “Yeah,” I tell him, “I’m up for that. But you expectin’ trouble?”

  “Not that I know of. Just don’t want anyone to catch us with our pants down.”

  It makes sense.

  Hank comes up with fresh beers having noticed we’ve got empty bottles in our hands. Mentally I give him an extra point for observation. He’s a good lad, and I reckon almost ready to patch in. Indicating with my beer, I’m interested to know what Drum thinks, “Hank, eh? He’s almost been with us a year now.”

  Not a speedy response from Drum, but I didn’t expect one, the prez isn’t someone who speaks before thinking, “I reckon he’s almost there. He’ll make a good fuckin’ brother. Give it another month and bring it to church. What about the others?”

  Now it’s my turn to take a few seconds to think, “Marsh is good, not been here as long as Hank so let’s leave him a while longer. Spider, still can’t make him out. Seems to have a bit of a knack at not being around when you need him.”

  Drum nods, “I’ve noticed. Brothers have been sayin’ they think we’ve only got two prospects.”

  “I’ll gee him up a bit. Perhaps partner him up with Hank for a while to show him how it’s done.”

  A slap on the back and Drum’s obviously going to move on, “Only thing left for us to do is come up with a road name for Hank. Think on it, VP, while you ride to Mexico. Oh, and one last thing, any more trouble from Buster?”

  Even the name makes me frown, although he’s been attending church and minding his own business lately there’s something about the man that’s just off. I can’t put my finger on what it is; just that his overall attitude is wrong. But my gut feeling isn’t enough to cause a brother to lose his patch, so I have to give an honest answer, “No, he’s behavin’ himself,” but can’t resist adding, “For now.” Something tells me he’ll be fucking up again sooner or later.

  Chapter 9

  Sophie

  When Horse brought me to the Satan’s Devils Clubhouse I thought it was the worst place I could possibly have come to. But my eyes have been opened over the couple of months. With the exception of Buster, who gives me the creeps, all the other brothers have been great towards me. Some I still don’t know that well, particularly Drum, the president who seems to keep himself to himself, but Dollar, Blade, Dart, Rock and Heart and, of course the studious Mouse, have all become what I’d call friends. None of them have made me feel uncomfortable, but neither have any of them made any type of pass at me except for mild flirting with no promise of a follow up. Ruefully I look down at my incomplete leg; obviously no one wants to fuck a woman with missing parts. It’s obvious, in my previous life, before the accident, I never had any trouble getting a man, or even two for the night. Now it seems I’m destined to be alone for the rest of my life.

  The lack of attention from most of the men doesn’t bother me in the slightest, none of them evoke feelings I’d want to follow up on in any event, well, with one exception. And that’s the man who I seem to have least effect on at all, Wraith. Each time I see him, oh fuck it, or even hear his voice, it starts places tingling inside me, letting me know certain parts of me haven’t shrivelled up and died like I hoped they would. When he comes into the room my nipples start to harden, and moisture dampens my underwear. But while he’s friendly enough, apart from the times when Horse is away, he doesn’t seek out my company, and only talks to me when he has to, to be polite.

  Shit, Soph! Why are you thinking about sex? Just remember how mortified you’ll be when a man sees your stump. Think about the humiliation when he realises what a turn off that is.

  Looking around my room which has become to seem like home to me, I eye my wheelchair which I still use as the muscles in my legs get tired walking for too long, and when, as is becoming increasingly common, my stump gets sore from using the prosthesis. Bless Peg, who’s explained to me the size of the stump changes as healing continues, and that I might need a new prosthesis soon. But for that I’ll have to return to the UK, and God knows how long it will be before they deem it safe for me to go back. Personally I wonder if Ethan has forgotten all about me, Mouse is reporting nothing seems to be moving with that contract on the dark web. Though it hasn’t been taken down, which remains worrying. Zoe’s still missing―the reward on her fucking head is now astronomical, so perhaps he is still desperate to get her back, which means, he could still be looking to find and use me.

  Wraith’s been go
ne a few days. Fuck, why am I thinking about him again? God knows, but the days seem to drag when he’s not around. Even though I’m torturing myself, I love just being in the same room as him, and miss him when he’s not here. He’s on a run of some sort, but what for is club business, and none of mine. I got shot down when I asked. Peg’s out too, and a couple of the prospects. Unusually Horse is away at the same time, but I’ve grown comfortable here, so I’m not worried that I’m left on my own.

  Despite my taskmaster being gone, I’ve been keeping up with my exercise. Not that whiling away an hour in the gym isn’t enjoyable, if I time it right―and I’ve become a master at doing that―I can be there at the same time as some of the brothers working out, and that’s a sight to keep me moving. Rippling fit bodies lifting weights or doing bench presses or the like. What a sight for sore eyes!

  Wraith’s due back tonight.

  Why the fuck should I care?

  Sitting down on my bed, I undress for the night and visit the bathroom to do the necessary. I did a lot today, helping with breakfasts and dinner as well as spending time in the gym, so I’m dead beat and can’t wait to get under the duvet and fall asleep. No one else is in the suite, Horse has gone to Texas to do some work, and won’t be back for another week.

  After rubbing cream in my sore stump, I slide beneath the covers and close my eyes. As expected, I’m soon out like a light.

  It’s pitch black in my room when a noise wakes me. I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, and at first am disorientated, but I quickly become aware of a shuffling sound, followed by coarse swearing. Has Horse come back early? Feeling a flicker of apprehension and switching on my bedside light I pull myself up and try to interpret the sounds. But it doesn’t sound like Horse’s voice outside. A chilling shiver makes me shudder. Who could it be?