SAVAGE ROAD (A Devil Call MC Book) (Layne & Shelby Book One)

by Fawkes, Ana W.

  “Help me,” Bain said. “You’re all my brothers here. Please…”

  I took my foot off Bain’s back and let him climb to his feet. The blood was still pouring from his head. I really had gotten him good with the beer glass.

  Finn backed up and grabbed a set of chains. He pointed up to a pipe that ran from the back of the garage. He threw the chains up and over. He gripped the chains and stared at me. I could tell he wanted to do it. So bad. He wanted to be the one to chain Bain up.

  But it was my club now.

  I walked to the chains and took them from Finn. “Tell them what happened. It’s time.”

  “No!” Bain yelled. “Don’t listen to them! This is a set up! They’re going to do it to you next!”

  I was letting Bain say his shit. It was nothing but fear and regret pouring from his mouth. That tragic second when you finally realize how bad you’ve fucked things up. Sometimes you could fix it, other times you just couldn’t. A man of honor, a man who appreciated the cut still on his back, would have shut up and taken it like a man. Then again, if Bain was that kind of man he wouldn’t have fucking traded on the club.

  For some reason I suddenly thought of Shelby. Standing behind the bar. Her tits in that white shirt, bra showing through a little. The way she looked me, like she was looking for a protector. Again, it made me second guess everyone who looked at me.

  “Let’s get this straight,” Finn said.

  “No!” Bain yelled. “They’re the traitors! They’re going to trade cuts with…”

  That was enough for me.

  I threw my elbow and smashed Bain in the face.

  That shut him up.

  I grabbed his shoulders and ripped the leather cut off his body.

  He’d never wear another leather cut again.

  I tore his shirt up over his head and left him standing there, crying like a baby.

  I grabbed the chains and strung him up, tying his hands first and then around his body. I pulled and up he went, his feet a couple feet off the ground. Finn brought me a few cinderblocks and we set it up so the chain couldn’t release.

  “As I was saying,” Finn said a couple seconds later, “you’ve wondered why the Mountain Killers have gotten so damn bold lately. This is your reason. Hanging right here. Bain has been feeding them everything. From our talks, our missions, our travels. He was working with Alan at the Canadian border. Our wars in Oregon and Washington are because of Bain. I brought Alan all the way down here to kill him. And I did. And now…”

  Finn stepped back. He took out his gun and pointed it at Bain.

  “No!” Bain screamed. “Fuck! No! Finn! Brother! I can work them! For you! For us!”

  “Hear that?” I said. “That’s the last cries of a sad man.”

  “I can work them!” Bain yelled. “I’ll give you everything you need.”

  I reached down and grabbed Bain’s leather cut. “This is all any of us need from you, man. Someone else will wear it now.”

  I nodded to Finn and he shot at Bain. The bullet tore through his shoulder and made him spin as he dangled.

  “So, my question is this,” I said. “How do I know everyone else is clean here?”

  That upped the tension again.

  I looked at Hawke. Brett. Ransom. I stepped toward Rylan and he stiffened.

  “How do I know?” I asked him.

  “Give me a mission,” Rylan said. “Something for the club. I’ll die for everyone here. Even Bain. If you don’t believe me, kill me. I’d rather die knowing the truth.”

  I walked down the line and then ended with Ax, staring up at him.

  “What about you, Ax?” I asked.

  “I’ll kill you before you get the chance to question my loyalty,” he growled.

  I turned and nodded to Finn.

  He shot again at Bain.

  I walked toward Finn and pulled out my own gun and put it to the side of Finn’s head. “And you?”

  “Are you fucking kidding me? I’ve been working Bain…”

  “Working? With him?” I looked at Bain. “What do you say, man? You and Finn in on this?”

  Bain could have lied. He could have left the world a real piece of shit.

  He shook his head. “No. It was all me.”

  “Why?” Finn growled.

  “There was just too much here. The guns. The drugs. The attacks. We lost Rex. I had nothing to do with Rex, man. He was just… I missed him. So I thought if I could just go the other way, you know? I’d go in the mountains.”

  “Then they asked for favors,” I said. “Showed you good pussy and a good time.”

  “I’m sorry,” Bain said. He hung his head.

  I took the gun away from Finn’s head. I tucked it away.

  I looked at everyone again. “You fuck with me. You fuck with my club. I’ll kill you. I won’t ask questions. I’ll just fucking kill you. We are going to fight back against the Mountain Killers. We are going to take Oakville as our own. We are going to control the sheriff’s department and everything from here up to Canada. If you don’t want that, leave your cut on the floor and go somewhere else.” I paused and walked to the door. I opened it and looked back at Finn. “Oh, before I forget.” I pointed to Bain. “Cut that fucker’s throat and let him bleed out.”

  I left the garage and let out a long breath.

  My first day… and I still didn’t have the patch yet. What else could go wrong?

  8.

  (Shelby)

  They were bikers and they loved to get rowdy. I wasn’t sure exactly what they had done to Bain, but figuring they took him out and came back without him, it was safe to say he was killed. If he worked against the MC, that was the standard punishment. There was no trial. No judge and jury. No defense. It was a straight line. And I saw that line, even from behind a bar, serving drinks.

  You fucked up, you died.

  It didn’t leave much for me though. It meant I could never get close to anyone, not that I actually wanted to. I was better off on the outside. Well, behind it all.

  I grabbed two beers and put them up on the bar.

  Hawke threw some cash on the bar and grinned. Brett came up behind him and did the same. They then turned, yelling out about a pool game.

  I looked around all the guys and saw that Layne and Finn were in a heated game. Matching each other ball for ball, working for the eight ball to take the win. I had to be honest - it was very interesting that Layne was here. Finn had more than enough skills to take control of the clubhouse, given the chance.

  Not that I minded Layne here. He was so easy on the eyes. Easy on the body, too, making me grip the edge of the bar and stand on my toes.

  Layne threw back a beer and then slammed the empty glass down on the pool table. He pointed to the eight ball and the left corner pocket. The empty glass was in the way though. I watched in awe as Layne hit the eight ball, banking it off the side of the table, around the glass, and right into the left corner pocket.

  The game was over.

  Finn was beat in the clubhouse he’d been overseeing for a while now.

  The entire clubhouse seemed to fall silent. I caught myself silently cheering for Layne. Something about him just screamed protection. I mean, the guy took a bullet to the shoulder and didn’t let it bother him. He was cleaned up and back out taking care of business minutes later. That’s tough. That’s power. That’s sexy.

  Layne grabbed for his empty beer glass and nodded. “That’s it for me.”

  He turned and the guys opened up, making a path straight to me at the bar.

  I froze, feeling like an idiot as I leaned at the bar, watching Layne come at me.

  He put his glass down and I took it, filling it back up with cold beer. I turned, gave it back to him, and he nodded. He reached into his pocket and took out money. Grabbing at his hand, I shook my head.

  “I told you…”

  “I don’t give a shit,” Layne said.

  “Let me get it,” Rylan said. “For our new Presi
dent.”

  Rylan was the first to speak that word, and it left the clubhouse feeling a little more uncomfortable.

  Rylan threw money down and Layne left his money on the bar, too.

  “Looks like you’re cleaning up tonight,” Layne said.

  He walked away from the bar.

  I was turned on, again, left damn near dripping in my panties.

  The night started right back up again a few seconds later.

  Finn left the clubhouse, Ax lumbering behind him with thundering footsteps.

  The rest of the guys were living it up in the clubhouse. Lots of whiskey, even more beer, and a parade of mostly naked women. The first few times I saw the women, it bothered me. They were always stunning, and they were always willing to do anything.

  One woman jumped up on the pool table and sat there. She opened her legs, her skirt going up, showing everyone that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Again, the first time I saw this shit it got to me. But now, looking at other women’s boobs and stuff didn’t bother me. In fact, the more naked they all got, the more the guys liked to drink.

  Layne was then called to a pool table where he was all but humped by two women. Their hands ran up and down his body, frisking him everywhere they could reach. Layne grinned as they both had their hands between his legs.

  “That’s where I keep my biggest gun,” he said.

  The women giggled.

  Whores.

  I realized I was insanely jealous. Jealous that the other women were touching Layne. And I wasn’t. I was just behind the fucking bar serving fucking drinks.

  Speaking of which… Brett stumbled to the bar. “Shot and a beer.”

  “Yup.” I delivered and Brett lingered.

  My eyes looked at Layne. One of the women was now way too far down on his body. She was practically on her knees, still touching him. The other woman had put her mouth to Layne’s neck.

  Christ, they’re going to do it here? Right now? Like this?

  “You hear me?”

  “What?” I asked, focusing back on Brett.

  “I said I can’t stop thinking about before. You grabbed my dick, babe.”

  “Take it easy,” I said. “I didn’t grab much.”

  “Hey, I wasn’t hard. When it gets hard…”

  “Leave it. It’ll never happen.”

  “I think you’re wrong. You need some tonight. I can feel it coming off you. Something’s gotten to you. Now you want something inside you.”

  “Yeah, that’s right. You’re a biker and an expert on women’s sexual needs.”

  “A man of everything,” Brett said. He threw the shot back and leaned over the bar at me. His breath smelled of whiskey and death. “Come on. Just you and me tonight. I won’t tell.”

  “I will,” I said. “I’ll tell everyone how small your dick is.”

  “Please,” Brett said and laughed. “I’d have you screaming my name so loud you’d forget your name.”

  “Why would I forget my name? You going to hit me in the head with something?”

  “Yeah, my dick.”

  I laughed. How pathetic.

  “Take it easy,” I said.

  I walked to the end of the bar. I promised myself not to look at Layne again.

  I looked.

  He was making out with the standing woman. The one on her knees was performing some kind of fucking ritual with her hands. Rubbing his legs, touching his dick, not doing anything to open his jeans.

  I was livid. I had no reason to be though. It was so sad.

  I snuck to the side of the bar for a break. I just needed to sneak down the hall a few steps and slip into darkness.

  It was almost peaceful until Brett was there again.

  “Are you fucking following me?” I asked.

  “Yeah, something like that. Come on. Take me up on it.”

  “No means no. Haven’t you ever heard that before?”

  “Nobody says no to me.”

  “I just did. Ten times. Wait… NO. Make that eleven now.”

  Brett’s eyes flared. “You’d be lucky to fuck me.”

  “So lucky. I’m ashamed of myself already for not doing it.”

  Brett grabbed my arm. He pulled at me. I twisted my arm and easily got away.

  It didn’t bother me much. Sometimes they got drunk and grabby. That’s why I always stayed behind the bar. Eventually they would either pass out, puke, or go to their room with someone to fuck. As long as I stayed behind the bar I was always good.

  Brett grabbed for my arm again and I wiggled out of his reach.

  “Fuck off,” I snapped. “Don’t touch me.”

  “Shut up,” Brett said. “You’re going to give it up to me.”

  “Fuck you.”

  I turned and then felt a crack… against my ass.

  The sting shocked me. My back stiffened and then arched. My legs bent. I reached for the wall, thinking my legs were going to give out. I turned my head and saw Brett smiling at me.

  “You like that?” he asked.

  That’s when I started to get nervous.

  Brett had smacked my damn ass. Fucking hard.

  I started to reach back, wanting to rub the pain from my ass.

  “You want more?” Brett asked.

  A figure stepped up behind Brett.

  My jaw almost hit the floor when I realized it was Layne.

  A hand grabbed Brett’s shoulder, and another hand was at the back of his neck. He was there and then gone, thrown into the wall.

  Brett hit with a thud and Layne stared right at me. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “He hit you?”

  “He smacked my ass.”

  “You wanted him to?”

  “No.”

  Layne looked to the left. Brett was against the wall, hands out. “Hey, hey, wait a second, man. Layne. Brother. President. I wasn’t going to…”

  “Touch her again and I’ll break your neck,” Layne said. “Got that?”

  “Yes. I… yes…”

  “That goes for everyone. She’s not a fucking toy.”

  “Yeah, okay.” Brett slid along the wall. “Okay. I’m gone. I’m out.” He then looked at me. “I’m just drunk. Fucking around. Sorry.”

  Brett hurried away and then I was alone with Layne.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked.

  “Define okay,” I said.

  Layne was then right on me. His hand grabbed my arm. I knew I had no chance of shaking away from him. He started to move and I went with him. Down the hall, to the left, and Layne gave me a little push. It was sexy though. I stumbled forward, grabbing at a metal bench, keeping myself from falling.

  He was right there again. Right against me.

  “What the fuck are you trying to prove around here?” he growled at me.

  “What?”

  “Why’d you come out from behind the bar?”

  “I needed a break.”

  “You don’t do that.”

  “Sorry.” I faced Layne now. “I didn’t feel like watching the porn show in front of me.”

  He grinned. “That’s what it is. You’re fucking jealous. You don’t even know me.”

  “You don’t even know me,” I shot back.

  “You liked it. Getting your ass smacked.”

  Layne took me by both my wrists. He moved them behind my back and then pressed me hard against the wall.

  “Fuck,” I groaned.

  “I gave up two women to come protect you,” Layne said. “You ready to make up for that?”

  “If that’s what you want… President…”

  Layne gritted his teeth. “Yeah? Then turn around. I’m going to show you how a real man slaps your ass.”

  9.

  (Shelby)

  My hands were still behind my back. I faced the wall, looking back, Layne right on me. I blinked, waiting to wake up from this dream. It had to be a dream. A crazy, wild dream. The kind where I’d wake up with my legs wr
apped up in sheets, my body on fire, only to realize I was completely alone.

  Layne let my wrists go, finally.

  “Hands to the wall, sweetheart,” he growled.

  His mouth was next to my ear. His cheek brushed against mine. I bent my knees, rubbing my ass to his dick, feeling him. Really feeling him. He was getting thicker, harder, the attention of the new President of Devil Call MC all on me.

  I turned my head just enough for his lips to touch mine. Our lips just grazed, casually flirting. I tasted whiskey and beer on his lips. I wanted more. I fucking craved more. When I closed my lips, I kissed his bottom lip. I stared into his eyes. He had no interest in kissing me though.

  I didn’t care.

  I kissed his lips a few more times, each time making me throb with a needy ache. Between my thighs, I quivered.

  Slowly, Layne reached for the front of my jeans. He opened them and slipped a hand down in front of my panties. His fingers were massive, curling around me, pressing my panties up into my body. I melted into his touch, a tingling sensation running up and down my legs.

  His hand then moved around, following the line of my panties. Layne’s other hand joined the fold and he began to inch my jeans down. That’s when he moved away from me. I hurried to look back and watched as Layne took my jeans down to my knees. His hands came back up, his middle fingers hooking into my panties, pulling them, making them ride between my ass cheeks. They pulled hard, almost uncomfortable, but the warmth and wetness provided from Layne’s touch made everything feel pretty fucking good.

  I took long, shaky breaths.

  His fingertips touched my left ass cheek, right where Brett had smacked me.

  “What a fucking loser,” Layne growled.

  He then looked at me, right at me, our eyes locking. A second later I felt a smack again. This time it was harder, louder, his palm to my bare ass. I clawed at the wall and groaned, the stinging sensation somehow mixing with the feelings in my core. Feeling good. I wanted more. I wanted Layne to…

  His hand went back and he did it again. This time to my other cheek.

  “There,” he growled. “Both sides match.”

  My body shook with pain, pleasure, and a strange sense of fear and anticipation.

  Layne’s left hand grabbed my ass, squeezing tight. His fingers dug into my soft flesh. His other hand touched between my thighs, cutting up until his fingertips were against my soft and warm pussy. He slid his fingers back and forward, cutting between me. I opened my legs for him. His fingertips rubbed against me, slowly penetrating me. Layne worked my body gently, inching deeper, pulling back out, thrusting harder the second time. His other hand moved around to the front of my body. Sliding along my bare body, the tip of his middle finger sought out my clit. I was ready and waiting for him, his touch setting the rest of my body on fire.