Devil's Spawn: Satan's Devils MC Colorado Chapter #6
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Contents
Cast of Characters
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Epilogue
Reading Order
Other Works by Manda Mellett
Acknowledgments
Stay in Touch
About the Author
Copyright
Published 2020 by Trish Haill Associates
Copyright Manda Mellett
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Edited and formatted by Maggie Kern at Ms.K Edits
Proof reading by Melanie Farrow at Professional Writing Services
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book reviews.
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Disclaimer
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Warning
This book is dark in places and contains content of a sexual, abusive and violent nature. It may not be suitable for persons under the age of 18.
Dedication
Devil’s Spawn is dedicated to my father-in-law, David ‘Stormy’ Haill who showed us so dramatically that sometimes the impossible actually is possible.
Cast of Characters
Officers
Demon – President
Beef - Vice President
Buzzard – Secretary/Treasurer
Thunder – Sergeant-At-Arms
Mace – Enforcer
Sparky – Road Captain
Patched Members
Hellfire
Bomber
Cad
Ink
Lizard
Pyro
Paladin
Rusty
Skull
Judge
Wills
Prospects
Karl
Beaver
Nails
Dirt
Smithy – Failed Prospect
Old Ladies & Children
Violet (Demon’s): Theo
Steph (Beef’s)
Sindy (Buzzard’s)
Moira (Hellfire’s): Demon, Kennedy, Samuel
Jeannie (Bomber’s)
Jayden (Paladin’s)
Mel (Pyro’s)
Beth (Ink’s)
Sweet Butts
Bella
Breezy
Sheila
Titsy
Tulia
Deceased Members
Blackie – Previous President
Furnace – Previous VP
Ingot – Previous Enforcer
Taser
Chapter One
Lizard
The bright beam of light homing in on my face had woken me. Squinting, I see it’s the sun piercing the material of the curtains, successfully finding a gap where I hadn’t closed them properly the night before.
Closing my eyes tightly against the annoying dazzle, I repeat the mantra in my head.
I’m Lizard, otherwise known as Norton James. I ride with the Satan’s Devils MC and have for the past ten years. I’m thirty-eight years old, and my birthday is… my birthday is the tenth of January. The current President of the United States is… well, who can forget that name? I’m a tattoo artist and I run Devil’s Ink on behalf of my brothers. I’ve no ties, no family and that’s how I intend to stay.
All there. All the important details.
Today is going to be a good day.
The uneasy but inexplainable fear that always seems to be there when I awake begins to recede.
Sliding my legs out from under the covers, I place my bare feet on the floor, then look around my room. It’s not much but has all the essentials I need in my life. A place to lay my head, a closet for my clothes, and a desk where I can sit and sketch out my designs in peace. With the luxury of an en suite bathroom, this is my home.
I’m more than content to live on the compound of the Satan’s Devils MC Colorado chapter based in Pueblo. I have everything that I could wish for, and no desire for anything more. These four-square walls are more than adequate as my personal space. I’ve no yearning to own an apartment, let alone a house.
Already I hear voices and the heavy stomping of motorcycle boots making their way past my door, my brothers getting ready for the day. The sounds are comforting, reminding me I’m not alone. What would I do without such company? Just take one step outside my door and I’ll find men who share my hopes and dreams, and, when I have the need—which I admit is quite often—I can take my choice of the five club girls who exist just to keep us sexually satisfied. In return, of course, we don’t leave them wanting.
Hmm. I glance back at the bed where I’d fucked Bella last night. Her tits, mmm mmm. She didn’t leave me unsatisfied, that’s for sure. The night before that, Mace and I had Breezy and Tulia together. Mace likes to fuck with a partner, and now that Ink’s found his one, he’d asked me if I’d like to step up. Suits me fine.
Naked, I glance down at my cock lying flaccid in the midst of my trimmed pubic hair and grin. Fuck me, but I can’t understand how my brothers are hooking up with old ladies. I don’t have it in me to commit to one pussy for life. What would I do without the variety? Discounting the old-timers who’ve worn their ball and chain for years, other brothers are now dropping as though Paladin brought some infectious disease up with him from Tucson. First Demon found Vi, then Beef met Steph, quickly followed by Pyro with Mel, and more recently, the confirmed bachelor, Ink, getting together with Beth. Well, whatever they’ve got, I’m immune to it. Always have been, and always will be.
Best get this day started. Yeah. The sooner my work’s done, the quicker I can come home and choose who’s going to get the benefit of my cock tonight. Sheila perhaps? Been a while since I’ve had her. My cock twitches as I start remembering what she can do with her mouth.
Fuck, man. Oh shit, why did my mind have to go there? Now I’ve got to shoot one off in the shower.
Half an hour later, dressed and my cock behaving once again, I descend the industrial metal staircase which takes me to the clubroom. Already it�
�s busy.
Citizens have this idea that all the members of the MC do is ride around on their bikes having fun and committing crimes, maybe with a bit of murder and mayhem thrown in. While we might do the latter at times, and only ever for good reason, mostly our time is filled with the same shit as other folks, an honest day’s work.
“Liz, Theo’s got a slight fever. Jay’s going to take him to the doctor—”
“Vi,” I address the prez’s woman and recently qualified tattoo artist, “your boy’s ill? You do what you need to do, take him yourself. Me and Jonah can carry the workload for now.”
It was the right answer. Vi tosses me a worried smile now tinged with relief. Kids get ill, moms worry. It’s just something they do. Blotting out the childhood memory that my own mother wouldn’t have given a damn, I just raise my chin when she offers her thanks and hurries off with a fretting child in her arms. I watch her for a moment, thinking how glad I am I don’t have kids.
“You around later after church, Liz?” A deep voice interrupts my thoughts.
“Sure, Mace. What’s up?”
He leans in. “Got a few goodies from that sex shop on Main. Think they’re right up Titsy and Breezy’s street. You game?”
Despite the relief I’d only just gotten in the shower, my cock twitches as I slap him on the back. “Sure thing, Brother.” I wonder just exactly what he’s bought. Something to torture the girls with that will be certain. Then I frown. “But I ain’t wearing no cock ring. Uh-uh.” Not after last time. Could hardly get the darn thing off when the catch had gotten stuck.
Mace snorts. “Thought it would be the hospital for you that time.”
I glare at him. He can laugh, but it hadn’t been a joking matter. Turning up at ER with a ring on my fucking dick? No thank you. Relief wasn’t a strong enough word for what I felt when the lube had eventually enabled me to work that thing off without having to seek expert assistance. I turn my back on him and walk away before he can see the corners of my lips curve. That shit would be funny if it happened to anyone else, and I can’t blame him from getting mileage out of it. It’s only what I’d have done myself if our positions were reversed. Hmm, that’s an idea. Maybe I can get him to try it.
Still, looks like I’ve got fun to look forward to tonight. When the club business has been dealt with, of course.
In the kitchen, Jeannie puts my to-go breakfast in my hand, a bacon sandwich with lashings of ketchup spilling out, and pushes a cup of coffee across the table toward me. Various other breakfasts are being prepared. It’s like a conveyor belt with men walking in, taking their normal preference, which Bomber’s wife knows well, eating fast then disappearing to our various businesses.
“Thanks, Liz.” Prez enters and sends me a chin lift. “Vi was worried about letting you down.”
“No problem, Prez. Schedule’s not overflowing today, and Jonah can get Whale in to help with the walk-ins if there’s a sudden rush.”
Prez glares at me. “Weston,” he reminds me, sternly. “Jonah’s brother’s called Weston.”
I’m unrepentant. “Where there’s a Jonah, there has to be a whale,” I insist, grinning broadly.
“He’s threatened not to take the full-time position,” Demon warns. “Came to see me himself.”
I bristle slightly being the manager of Devil’s Ink with full responsibility. I let Demon know. “Whether or not we take him on is down to me, Prez. If a man can’t take a joke, well, maybe he’s not a good fit.”
“He’s a fuckin’ good artist from what I’ve seen, Liz.”
“I’ll reserve judgement until I see him in action, Prez. All I’ve seen is his portfolio.” Which looks fucking ace, I admit, but still, it’s more than what ink he can lay down, it’s the way he treats the customers, together with his general demeanour. If he goes running over my head for every slight, that shit won’t settle well.
Prez eyes me, reading me in that way he does. Then he gives a sharp nod. “I’ll make sure he knows that I have full confidence in you, Liz.”
In return, I give something back. “I’ll curb it a bit, Prez.” But it will be hard. Weston must weigh close to three hundred pounds and is only five foot ten. Whale suits him.
Stuffing the last bits of my sandwich into my mouth, I suck remnants of ketchup off my fingers. Then, fed and watered, I go to my bike.
It’s not long before I’m pulling up behind Devil’s Ink. As I normally do, I take a moment to reflect on how much better located our new premises are. We moved from a shop in a bad part of town a year back, and now attract not only customers who’ve come to us for years, but a whole new crowd, hence the need to have more hands on board. Business is booming. The amazing designs Vi comes up with haven’t hurt at all, and our reputation is gaining ground all the time. That’s also got a lot to do with the Instagram page that Vi manages. Demon did the club a solid when he took her as his old lady.
I’m not surprised that Jonah’s right behind me when I put my key into the lock, enter, and insert the correct code to turn off the alarm.
“Vi can’t make it today,” I tell him over my shoulder. “Sick kid.”
“We’ll manage,” he confirms, not fazed in the least. “I’ll take a look at the books, see what was scheduled and what I can take from her. Any piercings?” He adds the last with a gleam in his eyes.
“If there are, you can have them.” It’s not that I mind getting my hand on a clit but prefer it to be in a bed with my dick ready to get some action. Vi normally handles that shit. I’m more than happy to leave that to Jonah—along with the dicks, ears, and nips. Unless a particularly nice pair of tits walk in, that is.
Knowing I’ve a client booked later for a full back tat, I go to my station and pull the drawings I’ve already sketched toward me, making a few minor alterations I thought of during the night. It’s going to take a few sessions to make this work, but I’ll get the outline done today, and start the infill the next time. As normal, when I have a new client coming in, I wonder how they’re going to react. Even the biggest man can get scared, and the smallest woman not flinch one bit. Not knowing what this one’s like, I select a place where I can start, and still produce something he’ll be happy with if he decides the whole piece might be too much. I’d noticed his skin is so far unmarked.
“Walk-in, boss,” Jonah’s voice calls sometime later. “Can you take it?”
Although I’m used to tuning out sounds, I’d registered Jonah’s gun cutting out. Knowing he’s obviously in the middle of a job, I respond without concern, shouting out, “Sure, send them on back.”
I make one final adjustment to the drawing on my table, before swivelling around on my chair to see my new client is a woman, late twenties perhaps.
I’ve been a tattoo artist for years and am used to reading people fast, but I don’t need the experience to know this customer is nervous. First tat, perhaps? I react accordingly.
“Take a load off.” I point to the client’s chair. “What is it you’re after? Tattoo or piercing?”
She’s pretty enough, hair cut in a neat bob, but her eyes are the most remarkable thing about her. They’re currently wide in concern and dark. Solemn, as though there’s a wealth of hurt and pain there.
“What can I do for you?” I prompt, once more, wondering if she’s suffered a loss and wants a remembrance tattoo. I’ve done far too many of them. My sympathy rises to the forefront.
“I, er…” she starts, then tries again, “Er, do you cover up tattoos?”
Okay, so I was wrong. But it still could be a loss of some sort. Again, wouldn’t be a first to cover up a heart with two names which aren’t linked anymore. “Sure do,” I respond. “Would you like to show me what you’ve got? Then I can tell you how we can turn it into something else.”
She takes a deep breath, then stands, placing her hand on the back of the chair as though needing its support. She turns. Her hands are shaking as she undoes her jeans and pushes them down over her hips until the top of her ass crack com
es into view. Then she raises her t-shirt.
As soon as she’d started to rearrange her clothes, I suspected it would be a tramp stamp of some sort. What I didn’t expect was what I saw.
It’s an intricate design, swirling lines in various colours, not a small or amateur job. No this was inked by an expert hand. And there, across the middle, in flamboyant text the words, “Property of Major.”
I stare at it for a moment, then buy myself some time. “You know, the best person for you to speak to is Vi. You see the examples in the window out there?” I’m sure she probably has. “She’s got this eye for how to turn an existing tattoo into something else so you can’t see what was there before.” I can too, but I’m not admitting that.
“Can I speak to her?”
“I’m sorry, she’s not in today,” I tell her, truthfully. “But hopefully she’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Oh.” She lets her t-shirt drop, pulls up her jeans and refastens them, then turns around. “I was hoping this could be done today.”