The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition

by Kay Maree

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For what?”

  “The distraction. I’ve been focused on him… on Johnny, that I didn’t realise how much his life was consuming mine,” she remarked.

  Fucking Freckles, how could I punish her when she was thanking me. Damn!

  “God, you’re beautiful,” I uttered. She was gorgeous laying beneath me on my own couch. Her hair sprawled out over the leather. I’d never had a woman in my home… well expect my mother but this wasn’t a moment to speak about my mother.

  I needed her, something fierce. While parts of me were pulling at me to punish her for that little stint I had a bigger twitch to just let her envelope me. I loved seeing her in one of my t-shirts, her breasts heaving against my chest. My hands were bad, they had a mind of their own. They were itching to exploring her body, to touch her lightly tanned soft skin.

  “Fuck me Freckles! Why, why do you have to be so alluring.”

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled.

  “Don’t…. Don’t ever apologise for being you. I just want you in ways I shouldn’t want you. I want to punish you and yet a large part of me wants to just… fuck you senseless. You’re like a drug I need to consume. If you knew… if only you knew.”

  I felt her body shake every so slightly beneath me. She didn’t take complements very well but then I am not sure any woman did.

  “Viper,” she uttered.

  I loved hearing my name roll off her tongue. She was… well she was innocent and yet she wasn’t. Indi was tame and yet so wild; she radiated an inner beauty that not every woman let alone any man could have. She was unique and special even if she didn’t think she was. I could see now why her father has shipped her off, she needed to be protected from the harsh and cruel reality of what the MC life could do to her.

  “Viper,” she expressed again but her tone was urgent as she gripped the hem of the shirt she wore and shimmied out of it tossing the fabric across the room. Damn! Her breasts were perfect or at least perfect to me.

  “You’re going to kill me,” I smiled.

  “Touch me.”

  She didn’t even have to ask, I’d touch… my hands were itching to fell those breasts. My lips wanted to caress every inch of skin. Something about her biting my lip made me want more, I wanted to nip at her flesh and mark it for everyone to see. As more and more thoughts ran through my mind, I let my hands wonder. They cupped her supple breasts and my thumbs instantly began to trace circles around and around her engorged nipple. She was horny, there was no doubt about it. I wanted this girl something fierce and she’d had me kinda bewitched.

  I wasn’t wasting anymore time, I leaned in taking a bite at her breast before my mouth took one of her engorged nipples into my mouth. The sweet moan that slipped from her lips was extasy. It urged me on.

  “Do it… fuck me senseless,” she pleaded her body melding into mine. We fitted together like the perfect puzzle pieces. Damn! I knew one night wasn’t ever going to be enough and the way I was feeling just proved it.

  “You’ve got to be kidding me,” a voice rang out just as the lights illuminated the dark room.

  “Holy shit!” Indi shrieked scrambling to cover her naked body.

  What the fuck was going on. I was half blinded as my eyes tried to adjust to the sudden burst of light. Someone was in my house, disturbing my night. Very few people had a set of keys to this house. I personally didn’t care who it was that was so rude to interrupt us, I didn’t care because they were going to get a fucking earful of my anger.

  “Get the fuck out,” I yelled as I turned to see my mother starring down at the two of us. Oh god, my mother of all people had walked in on Indiana and I in the heat of the moment. If she’d waited a few minutes longer she may have seen her son buried balls deep inside a woman. That mere thought made me sick.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I asked.

  “Gee, what a sight to walk in on. You’ve never bought a hooker home before,” my mother declared ignoring my question as to why she was here. “Honestly Viper, I hope you’re using protection. Would hate to catch something,” she continued.

  Shit, this wasn’t going to go down well. She obviously thought that Indi was a whore which was far from the truth.

  “Don’t.”

  “Excuse me,” Indi chirped in cutting me off.

  “Yes, you’re excused. My son will pay you when you’re dressed,” mother informed.

  I turned my gaze to Indi, mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ but I could tell she was hurt by the fact my mother just labelled her a whore. She shook her head and slipped form the couch racing off towards the bedroom. Fucking hell, my mother, my mother.

  “Are you fucking kidding me mum,” I groaned. What the heck was she thinking barging in here and making Indiana feel like a piece of shit. I hadn’t even heard the front door open let alone anyone walk in, then again this was Daisy Stone, a stealthy, ruthless woman who’d dealt with lots of shit in her life. It still didn’t excuse her behaviour.

  Fucking hell!

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Bed, Bath &

  Beyond

  Indiana

  I ran from the lounge and back into the safety of the bedroom. That woman had just insulted me, and I wanted nothing more than to crawl under the blankets of Vipers bed and hide. His mother, oh my god… the label bitch sprang to mind at her behaviour. The absolute bullshit she just spewed. She thought I was a whore; did she not know her son at all. I doubt Viper would be paying women for sex when women fell at his feet begging for his attention.

  I could hear him swearing, yelling at his mother from the bedroom and quite frankly I didn’t want to hear anymore so I slipped into his oversized bathroom and began to run myself a hot bath in his oversized tub.

  I still couldn’t believe I was here, that he was going to help me.

  “God, I meet your mother and she calls me a whore,” I groan.

  “Life is like a penis Freckles, it’s either up or down but it won’t stay hard for long,” he remarked.

  “Do you think this is the most appropriate time for a joke?” I said.

  “Totally, you have to jump on every opportunity and enjoy the fucking ride,” he replied, a smirk slipping across his lips.

  “What if I can’t handle what your packing below the waistline?” I chuckled because I knew what he had to offer in the downstairs department, and I was left extremely satisfied the first time I’d jumped on and rode this man.

  “Are you scared of what I am?” he inquired, his tone turning serious. Ok this light-hearted conversation was taking a turn south and I wasn’t sure how to reply to his question. I was good at diverting these types of moments.

  “I’d be stupid to think this could be anything than just a guy simply helping a girl,” I replied. It was the only thing I could think to say.

  “That doesn’t answer my question Freckles.”

  “I wanna keep my nose out of trouble,” I responded still diverting his question.

  “I happen to know you like troublemakers,” he smiled.

  “I only like nice men,” I pronounced.

  “I’m a nice man.”

  “Said the guy covered in tattoos who happens to be the president of a MC club,’ I stated.

  I’d done a few questionable things in my life, but I’d also done a lot of good. Does good outweigh the bad one might commit in a lifetime, I guess we’d never know.

  “Freckles, I am a nice man,” he reaerated.

  “No, you’re a dangerous man and you know it,” I smirked right before I pressed my lips into his in a soft yet demanding embrace.

  Little did he know; I had a thing for dangerous men. I don’t know what it was, but I guess every woman wanted a bad boy.

  I was over talking for now. I was over him asking me questions he clearly already knew the answers to. I was an open book around him, and it could only end badly if I didn’t start sheltering my
self. The truth was I was fucking scared of what I’d potentially could let myself feel for this man. I barely knew him and yet I felt like I’d known him since forever. I was putty in his hands; I’d melt like butter in the hot sun. If he knew he had me hook line and sinker, I wasn’t sure what he’d do. I wasn’t about to becomes someone’s old lady. I didn’t want to become my father’s daughter.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Lion’s Den

  Viper

  I spent two days trying to find everything I could about the disappearance of Johnny Deltago.

  There wasn’t much to go off. The local police while they were happy to file the missing person’s report, they couldn’t help with anything else. If he was overseas or in a different county, then he’d be out of their jurisdiction. The only option was to continue to dig and contact my usual guys to help track him down. Eventually someone would have something on him but for now we were stuck waiting for anyone to dig up the evidence.

  Walking into this, I knew exactly what to expect. It wasn’t going to be a pony ride. This was going to be our death if we didn’t play this right. My contacts were correct, Deltago was here somewhere in this abandoned warehouse on the back lot of an extensive estate. Why? I wasn’t sure, that information they didn’t get because I didn’t ask. I only wanted to track him down. I’d promised Indiana that I’d find him, and I did. I just wasn’t expecting him to be the prisoner of a Mexican gang. It was obvious that this had to have been some bad deal gone wrong because no one in their right mind would want to be here. Indiana and I were going to have one hell of a task trying to infiltrate this place.

  The security alone was mental. They had a patrol that walked the grounds hourly and the 8-foot security fence around the perimeter and I wasn’t even sure what they had hidden inside the warehouse. My guys had done the dirty work, they’d been casing the place and sending back intelligence to me. I wasn’t taking a full crew pass the security wall, it would only be Indiana and I and if we could penetrate the compound then we’d be a step closer to Johnny Deltago.

  I’d instructed the MC brothers to stay hidden in the shadows in case something big went down. The first sound of gun shots and they’d have our backs. Indi didn’t know but the plan was to pull her out if someone opened fire. There was no if, what or buts about it she was being yanked from this compound and taken to safety.

  “The plan is simple, keep your cell phones active and look out for anything that’s suspicious. The goal is to find and extract Johnny Deltago but if you think we’re in danger at all abort the mission and get us out,” I ordered.

  I could tell Indiana wasn’t liking the words ‘abort mission’. She wanted her father, safe and sounds. She was worried for the safety of a man for whom she’d never meet. It was obvious she had been sacrificing everything for Johnny Deltago but what had he done for her? If only he knew how special his daughter was. How selfless this woman had been, and it was all for the love, the promise of meeting her father. I just prayed he was worth it. The shit Indi had to endure, the crap my MC brothers had given me would be for nothing if he was the prick that so many had said he was.

  “Good luck,” Nate remarked as he handed me a handgun with a silencer. This operation was based on stealth and silence. The least amount of ponce and air we made about this the easier our infiltration and extraction would be.

  Honestly anyone would think this was some special ops mission, not a MC club coming into fuck shit up and then get the fuck out. We didn’t do this kind of thing… ever. We weren’t the type of club that just dived in and took on a Mexican gang.

  “The maid said Johnny owes the Mexican cartel a large amount of cash for a drug shipment. What I found out was that the exchange of the drugs became a bust when the police pulled the truck over for a faulty light and inspected the contents of a trailer. While Deltago was originally arrested in the bust for driving the car somehow the lucky motherfucker managed to have the charges drop but with the drugs safely tucked inside a police warehouse he ran effectively going into hiding but as we know the Mexican cartel isn’t going to just let this blow in the breeze, they want retribution, payment for the loss of income,” Red declared spewing all the information he could get out of the pretty young maid. I knew exactly how he worked so I could guarantee he’d made her night, week, year with his…. Well you get the idea.

  “It explains Johnny’s sudden disappearance but what I want to know is how on earth did you know he was missing?” Nate asked Indi.

  Come to think about it I can’t believe I hadn’t asked her myself. I suspected it was because she heard from the man several times a week, a month or year and when she hadn’t heard from him, she got worried, but the truth was I wasn’t even sure what type of relationship she had with her father.

  She looked around and all the guys before slipping her hand into her back pocket. “Someone sent me this,” she remarked as she unfolded a letter and handed it to me. “The truth is I don’t know Johnny Deltago very well, if at all. He may be my father, but I wasn’t raised by him, I haven’t even meet him,” she continued.

  Wow! Now that was fucking crazy. We were about to raid a compound for a man who Indiana had never met. I was putting not just myself but my club in the firing line for a man who couldn’t stick around to be a father to his own daughter.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she said directing her stare at me.

  I hadn’t even realised I’d been looking at her in a strange way until she mentioned it.

  “Yes, I’ve never meet him, but I can’t see a man who fathered me suffer for a mistake,” she remarked.

  God! She was just to good, to sweet and to innocent for a life of crime. He father was demon with so many hidden aspects of his life she would never understand. He was here due to a bad deal gone wrong and she didn’t care she just wanted to rescue him.

  Fuck, this wasn’t going to be easy, but I’d figure out things as I went along. For now, I needed to focus on briefing Nate.

  “Nate,” I whispered nodding for the two of us to slip off to the side, there was something important I needed to discuss with him. “The instant I message saying we’re in, you get her out. I’m not having her in the middle of this shit, especially if things go the way I think they might,” I continued.

  “Aren’t you worried her stubborn ass isn’t going to follow the plan,” he smirked.

  “A small part, after all she is a woman but if she knows what’s good for her then she’ll follow my direction. Of course, if all else fails I’ll force her over my shoulder, spank her plump ass and carry her back to the club,” I cheekily replied. Every word was true but the spanking her ass part… that punishment I’d been wanting to give her back in my apartment a week ago I’d see that that chastisement came to fruition and then some.

  “You’re kinda hung up on her right? Therefore, the clubs here,” he stated.

  “Yeah.” I was kinda hung up on her, if that’s what you called my fascination with her. But simply I’d made a promise and I intended on keeping it.

  ***

  We’d followed through with the plan and had managed to make it to the edge of the building that supposedly housed Johnny Deltago. If that maid lied and he wasn’t here then Indi and I could be walking into a trap, one I was sure we’d never get out of alive.

  Nevertheless, we were here and about to open the door on a shit storm for sure.

  “Are you ready for this?” I asked her. She’d never faced anything like this before and I doubt she’d never witness anything like this again.

  She nodding to me indicating she was alright but the look in her eyes told me something different. She was frightened but then who wouldn’t be.

  I slipped my hand into my back pocket and pulled out a small handgun. If at any time we got separated she’d have protection. I didn’t want her left defenceless.

  “I can’t use that,” she mumbled as I placed it into her hand.

  “Yes, you can, and you will,
” I ordered.

  I watched as she swallowed hard. This wasn’t going to be easy, but this life never was. With that said, it was now or never. The quicker we got in the quicker we could get out. I indicated to the door only a few metres from us. It was our entry point, but I wasn’t sure if it would be viable as our exit. While most of this extraction was planned out, I’d have to wing the departure as we weren’t sure what would go down.

  ***

  We’d entered the compound and now were inside the warehouse walking down long hallways trying our best to find her father. It was quiet too quiet but then again why on earth would anyone put a high security detail in a warehouse like this just to guard a man who they were only going to kill.

  Yes, that was the reality of this whole thing. Johnny would die for the shit he did and if it be today, tomorrow or 15 years from now we’d never know. As we rounded a corner, we came into an opening and in the centre of the room sat a figure. The instant I saw the figure I knew exactly who it was.

  “Dad,” Indi yelled as she ran off towards the figure hunched in a chair in the centre of the room. I tried to quickly keep up with her. Last thing I needed was for her to be left alone in a room with a man she’d never met.

  “Daddy,” she whispered as she bent down to look at the man hunched in the chair. Oh great, the Mexican scum weren’t the nicest of hosts. They’d left the man to just sit in his own filth. His longish hair wad tattered and needed a good wash not to mention a cut and his beard looked like it had seen better days.

  “Daddy,” she continued. I watched as the man raised his head to look at the woman who’d been calling for him.

  “Indiana,” he uttered. His face was pretty bashed up and I could tell he’d been sliced a few times across his cheeks with a blunt instrument. “You shouldn’t be here, get out,” he yelled.