Cock.
Turning on the stool, Hawk sits with his back to the bar and legs spread wide in invitation. I follow suit, but it’s not to invite her for a fuck. It’s more to see the people around me and well, my legs are open because a man likes to let his nuts have room to breathe. As I settle, I take a long pull of my beer. Lindsey, knowing what she wants, slides right into the space in front of Hawk and attaches her lips to his. Before Yesnia I would have welcomed the trashy fuck for the night.
Her friend slides up to me, but with my mouth occupied, she takes to my neck.
I don’t react.
Maybe I should push her off me because I can promise her this isn’t leading anywhere. But I don’t.
Hawk cups Lindsey’s ass, sliding her skirt up to expose her alabaster skin to the room. She climbs him like a pole and settles straddling his lap. Shamelessly, she grinds the air, occasionally brushing against his denim covered cock.
Meanwhile, I finish my beer and toss it to the trash behind the bar. All while my new attachment keeps clawing at the back of my neck with her long ass fake nails. Leaning back against the bar, spreading my arms wide like an eagle on the bar top, I relax. I don’t encourage the woman now pressing her tits to my chest as she sucks on my neck, no doubt leaving a mark, but again I don’t stop her either.
I remain numb.
She moves, I don’t.
Ever steady, she stays firm at her task of turning me on.
She’s failing.
I don’t speak.
Hopefully she’ll figure this out sooner rather than later and move on to someone else. I take a deep breath. Immediately, I regret it because the skank is wearing some cheap perfume that burns my nose.
Rather than focus on how much she is annoying me, I take in the atmosphere.
When I was a kid, this place had that dive bar smell. As a man, I wouldn’t say the place reeks. There is more of the smell and feel of testosterone in the air. Leather, whiskey, cigarettes, and the lust of barflies looking for a fuck permeates the space around me, once I separate the smell of her perfume.
The chick climbs onto my leg and begins to grind against me. I hope she doesn’t leave a wet spot because that shit is gross as fuck. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch Hawk grabbing a condom from his wallet while Lindsey shifts and begins to undo his pants. Who am I to judge? I’ve done the same shit in this very bar years ago.
In fact, I’ve fucked a different broad in each room of this bar. Some men drink the night away, I prefer to fuck them away myself.
I haven’t had enough to drink to have this skank working herself into a frenzy on me while Hawk fucks Lindsey beside me. Therefore, I slap my hand down on the bar, getting the attention of Mandy. She’s been the bartender here for about five years, and she knows when a Hellion wants a drink, she better make the shit strong.
“Crown and Coke, babe,” I order and she laughs at the chick on me before going to make my drink.
Mandy always laughs at the desperation she sees in all these whores. There’s no chance in hell they’ll ever be someone’s ol’ lady, but they hold onto hope.
I keep my hands on the bar while barfly chick keeps sucking on my neck like she’s a damn vampire. Last year, I would have already had the condom on and slammed into her.
I could fuck her.
I should fuck her.
But since Yesnia, fucking barflies, well, it doesn’t do shit for me.
Release is release, and fucking this broad would feel just the same as yanking one out with my hand. Pussy is pussy until you’ve had good pussy, the electric kind of pussy. That connection between a woman and a man that makes everything feel right … I’ve had a taste of that level of pussy, and nothing less will do anymore.
Some days I wish I had never met the Spanish beauty.
My phone rings, and I reach to my back pocket for it. The shift catches the attention of the chick riding me.
“Gotta take this, go, bitch,” I dismiss her, but she doesn’t move.
She looks at me in shock. She reaches out grabbing at my crotch. In turn, I grab her wrist, halting her. Now, she’s pissing me right the fuck off.
“Stop,” I grind out through gritted teeth. “I said go, so fuckin’ go.”
She’s testing my patience and I’m about to lose my cool.
She pushes off me in a huff, bumping into Lindsey who has her head thrown back riding Hawk like a damn stallion. Hawk’s eyes meet mine, and as I slide the bar on my screen to answer the call, he slides Lindsey off his cock and goes about fixing his junk. Lindsey gives him this pathetic pout that gets her nowhere except the middle finger.
Fuck off, yes, bitch bros before hoes.
This is brotherhood. He has my back. No matter what he’s got going on, just sensing I may need him, he drops it all including a fuck for me.
“Double,” I answer, not recognizing the number.
“Double Trouble. Damn, I really have Rex Crews’ mini on the line,” the male voice says arrogantly.
I don’t reply. My senses are in overdrive as my pulse quickens, my eyes gaze around, and my ears listen more alertly.
Yes, my road name is double because as I’ve grown up there is and never has been any denying who my father is because I am his twin. I am Drexel “Rex” Crews’ double in life.
“You have my name, but I didn’t catch yours,” I tell the man stoically while tossing back the Crown and Coke Mandy sat out for me.
I’m not in the mood for conversation or games.
“Trapper,” he replies, and I stop to think.
Trapper isn’t one of our guys. I know all the Hellions across North and South Carolina. While it sounds like a road name, it isn’t familiar. Who is this man and what the fuck could he want with me? Pausing, I wait for him to continue.
“Devil’s Due MC,” he explains like that is the answer to all my problems.
Again, the club isn’t familiar to me, but I don’t tell him that. No matter I’ll give him an extra moment because he’s earned his patches. I know for the Hellions to be a fully patched brother takes years and dedication. We don’t have beef with the Devil’s Due so I’m going to respect the man paying his dues to get those patches.
He continues not missing a beat, “Word on the street is you have a vested interest in Yesnia Dominguez-Almanza.”
At her name, I feel everything stop around me. How does he know her? How does he know I’m attached to her? How close to her is he? Is she in danger from the Devil’s? Questions are rapid fire in my mind.
The bar becomes nothing more than static background noise as the man on the phone gains my full attention. The walls close in as I focus all of my attention the stranger on the other end of the phone line.
The two rooms off the back side of the bar are filled with Hellions playing pool on the tables and throwing darts at the boards. It’s loud. But everything goes quiet from the instant I hear her name. Yes, she has that kind of power over me.
“Your word would be incorrect,” I tell him sternly and I know I’m playing with fire.
It’s not a lie. Yesnia sent me a way. She matters not to me and my world anymore. I offered my life, my protection, and my world. She denied it all. Whatever this Trapper wants from me, well, he’s not going to get it. My heart has a vested interest in all things Yesnia Almanza. My head knows better.
And if I could get someone to beat the ever loving shit out of me to make me stop caring for her … I would. I walked away, but I haven’t been myself since.
No matter what Yesnia meant to me and still means to me, I won’t show him my cards. That’s just part of the life I lead, the life she didn’t take time to understand, never let anyone see your weakness.
“Young buck bein’ cautious. Aren’t you smart?” The man laughs at his own sarcasm.
“Fuck you and the Devil’s Due,” I spit back, knowing I may be starting a war and not giving a single fuck.
Feeling my temper rise, I slide off the stool. I don’t like feeling stuck
in place.
He remains cool as he replies, “Outta respect for the cut you wear and the history I got with the Hellions, I’m gonna leave you with this. When you get your head outta your ass and wanna talk man to man, you got my number. Ask your Pops, ask your Prez Tripp, and they’ll tell you, I don’t bullshit. Double, I’m not fuckin’ with you. I’m not playin’ games with you. If Yesnia is your woman, then she needs her man. Word is they got her and her friend straight from the house in Chi town and back to Juarez.”
Everything ceases to exist. I pick up the glass I just emptied and slam it into the wall behind the bar. Mandy jumps, Lindsey screams, and her friend crouches to the ground.
“NO fucking way!” I roar, not hiding the rage building inside me. Losing my cool never happens … until this moment.
He laughs, yes laughs, to the phone. This only infuriates me further.
“You find this shit funny, Devil?”
“Not at all, but for a man denyin’ the woman, you sure as shit are pissed, dipshit. Get your head on straight, Double. Get your club in the know, and I’ll be in touch.”
Who is Trapper? I feel like I need a complete bio. How does he know all this shit about Yesnia? What street did he get his word from? How reliable is the information? Who the fuck took Yesnia? Mostly, why the fuck is some stranger calling me and not my woman or even her father? Certainly, with everything I’ve been through with him, he would fucking call me if any part of this was true, right? The questions keep racing through my mind. I can’t stop all the thoughts, the worries, the fears, and the emotions.
Trapper clicks off before I can ask anymore questions.
With my line freed up, I don’t hesitate.
I don’t call my dad.
I don’t call Tripp in Haywood’s Landing as the overall Hellions President.
I don’t even call Shooter who is the calm in any storm.
I don’t turn immediately turn to my club and get them involved. Hell, I don’t even know if this shit is the truth yet.
So no, I don’t call any of the people Trapper expects me to call.
No, I dial the source directly.
Javier Almanza.
6
Yesnia
Fear. When you are absolutely down to nothing you realize too little too late exactly what life could have held in store for you.
Falling.
My mind is falling.
My heart is falling. My mind takes me back. The memories with him are the best of my life. We had months together, but it’s been everything to my heart.
“Imagine the day, Yesnia. Imagine it with me,” Axel whispers to me as I lay in the hospital bed trying to rest. The pain is exhausting. I don’t want the pills though. I can’t stay awake when they give me the pain pills. When I had the IV they had morphine dripping through it. During that time, I don’t know what was real and what was a hallucination.
This, though, Axel with me, is real.
Today, he told me what happened. I had to ask and threaten to get up and leave to get it out of him, but he finally let me know how I ended up like this. I guess my subconscious blocked it all out.
Tio did this to me. His need for revenge outweighed his love for me. My own uncle, who helped raise me, shot me all for his own escape. The course of my entire life, from my birth, has been controlled by him. All of it for vengeance.
The betrayal cuts me deep. Growing up, we were different. I knew this, but I still had family. I still had love. Tio taught me things. He supported my mom and me financially so she could be home with me. I had this respect for him. I honored him. I loved him.
I trusted him.
“Axel,” I say softly.
“Shhh,” he presses a finger to my lips. “Close your eyes, sweets. I want you to picture it. We’re not here anymore. There is no Javier Almanza proclaiming to be your father. There is no Maricio or danger. Let your mind go with me back home.”
I sigh and close my eyes. I want to be home with him. I want to be anywhere but here. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. My life wasn’t supposed to be drama filled chaos.
“Carolina pine trees line the way. Inhale, baby, smell the pine. The roads are quiet. The people are friendly.”
I smile as I think about the countryside in Carolina.
“Let me take you on a ride,” he continues.
The smirk builds across my face. “A ride, huh?” I tease, and again, he tells me to hush.
I love the easy way Axel and I are together. He never pushes me and always supports me.
“In my world, we take a ride to earn our place, that final patch. We take this same ride when we find a woman who we claim into our world. One day, Yesnia, I’m gonna take you on the ride of your life. One day, you and me are gonna ride the Tail of the Dragon.”
“Where is that?” I ask, keeping my eyes closed trying to visualize being with him.
“We start in Deal’s Gap, North Carolina,” he replies and all I can think is I’ve never heard of it.
I had lived in Charlotte, but North Carolina wasn’t a place I traveled other than my time in Charlotte for college, and I rarely left the city. With a name like Dragon’s Tail I expected it to be Devil’s Gap instead of Deal’s Gap. My imagination about the life of a motorcycle club is obviously far off from reality when the city name has nothing to do with the Devil.
Axel is proud as he speaks and it keeps me hanging on his every word to have this experience with him.
“The Tail of the Dragon is a span of road that crosses between North Carolina and Tennessee. One day, this is how it’s gonna be, Yesnia. You’re gonna climb on the back of my bike and settle in close.”
I close my eyes tighter and imagine his motorcycle.
“We’re gonna go when it’s Fall. The leaves will be changing colors. The air will be crisp with just enough chill that you will seek me for your warmth. Breathing in, you’ll smell the trees and that crisp mountain air that surrounds us on this winding road.”
Taking slow breaths, I envision it.
“The two-lane road is ahead of us. This time it’s just you and me, but one day I’ll take you with my whole family. Every Hellions brother and their ol’ ladies will ride with us. Picture it with me. The rumble of the bike in the narrow expanse between the mountain tops.”
I find myself relaxing. “How long is the ride?”
“It’s eleven miles of hidden beauty. The Tail is like a woman, where a man like me takes his time cherishing every curve. I’m gonna cherish your curves, Yesnia.”
I find myself turned on by the sound of his voice. It’s been weeks since I was shot. I’m out of the danger zone for major problems. The doctor said to take things easy. I need to rest so my body has the energy to heal. Making out with the sexy biker beside me would that be considered exertion I wonder?
“We start in Deal’s Gap. And we make our way through over three hundred curves, Yesnia. Baby, I’m gonna go nice and slow with you.”
Damn, I want him to cherish my curves … all of them. I want him to go fast, slow, and everything in between. Coming so close to death, I can still see the Grim Reaper in my dreams, it makes me want to live this second chance at life to the very fullest.
“I want you to lean with me. I want you to hold onto me. I want my bike to be under you while you feel life in a whole new way.”
“This ride sounds intense,” I reply honestly. It also sounds sexy as hell, but I don’t share that with him.
“The Tail of the Dragon ride is everything, Yesnia. There will be moments where you get scared. Ain’t gonna lie to you, baby. People who don’t respect the Dragon, die on the Dragon. I’m gonna go slow and let you take in the scenery. I’m gonna go slow always with you, Yesnia. I want to take my time with you. On this ride, we’ll be one. I want you to feel that, understand it. This ride, you’ll learn you can trust me, baby. Trust me with everything.”
His words are alive in my mind as if he were holding my hand and whispering them here today. We didn’t take that r
ide. Even though I dream of it still.
I didn’t trust Axel.
I should have, but I didn’t.
I healed and then I forgot those precious moments, the one where I treasured the gift that is my second chance at life. I took everything for granted. I took him for granted.
My body aches as I come to from the dream. It’s like I’m in a fog still. There is confusion as things float back into my mind. Panic hits me hard as the memories invade. Where am I? Where is Laura? Tears fill my eyes thinking about my friend.
How did they get to me? We live behind a gate with guards and an alarm system. How did all of these things fail me?
Opening my eyes, I stifle a groan as my whole body hurts. It’s dark and I blink adjusting my eyes to try to see as my other senses kick in working harder to help me sort out the area. I’m used to pain, but this is a lingering stiffness from too much time in one position. My hands are behind my back. Pulling at them, I feel the bands around my wrists and know I’m bound. Immediately, I feel a tightness in my chest as my fear climbs.
A cloth fills my mouth. It’s dirty and the duct tape holding it in place pulls at the sensitive skin of my cheeks as I bite down on the fabric. I can’t cry out for help. Each breath becomes harder and harder to take.
Twisting, I realize my legs are zip-tied together. I move on the dirt floor of the space until I bump into a wall. It’s dark, so I don’t see much unless it’s right in my face. Maneuvering, I sit up against the wall and remain still. Fighting to slow my breathing, I focus on catching my breath.
I also fail miserably at calming myself. I feel on the edge of hyperventilating.
Every inch of me is tolerating some level of pain. Even the hairs on my head hurt. Adrenaline keeps me alert and focused as I try to see the space. I think the walls are concrete based on the feel I have with my hands. Given the floor is dirt, I assume I’m in a basement or shed of some sort.
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