Heaven Sent

by Avelyn Paige

  I learned the rules as I went. Stay out of the way and out of club business. The men are our superiors and we are glorified fuck-dolls and maids. Granted, the fuck-doll status didn’t land on me, even though I’m sure on more than one occasion they wanted to ask me but thanks to Maj’s protection, I was exempt from that task. Not that I would have minded after staring at these tattooed, hard-bodied men, but opening up that can of worms would only lead to more trouble. I need to stick to my plan: behave and escape.

  I’ll admit, every single time the news came on, my heart stopped. These guys aren’t exactly CNN or local news kind of guys, so the TVs never stayed on those channels long enough, but I had a deep seated fear that my face would be plastered on the scene alerting them to my past predicament back in Ohio. The longer I was exposed to this caliber of people, the more likely I would be hauled away in cuffs. I coached myself every morning in the mirror to just keep on biding my time and to keep my nose clean. The sooner they trusted me, the sooner I could easily escape.

  Hero was true to his word and watched my every move out in the public rooms. There were times even at night that I could smell his cologne wafting underneath my door before his footsteps faded down the hallway. I was such a fool to think that he’d realize the error of his ways and treat me like he did in that club. Even if he wasn’t the guy I dreamed up, the memory of that night served its purpose when I needed a release. It wasn’t until the second time I masturbated in the shower that I realized that there might be cameras in the room. While I’m sure whoever was on the other end of the video feed would enjoy the show, I’m not exactly an exhibitionist when it comes to sex. Hell, I wouldn’t even rank myself a three on the scale of one to ten on extreme sex exploits. The closest I came to being kinky was letting Sam Shelton finger me on the school bus in ninth grade. It was awkward and painful since he thought fingering a pussy meant stabbing it randomly. That’s the day I learned unless you tell a man what you want, they’ll never please you in the bedroom.

  Hero, on the other hand, I suspect never has to be directed in the bedroom. Every time I hear moans and screams coming from his room down the hall, it kills me a little bit on the inside. I know he and I aren’t meant to be, but it still hurts to see him drag one club whore after another into his room on a consistent basis. It takes me days to look those girls in the eyes after hearing one of their sessions with him. Either he was that good, or the girls were pornstar-grade fakers. They’re my only semi-functional friends in my personal version of hell, so I can’t lose them.

  Raze pulled me aside about a week ago after dinner to tell me that I would be venturing outside the clubhouse to start my new job at Maj’s salon. The work to rebuild the charred parts of the building was finally finished and Maj was ready to re-open. It took me two days to convince Maj that I wasn’t cut out for being a hair stylist before she set me to work being their cleaning staff. Sure, sweeping up discarded hair on the floor and cleaning the bathrooms isn’t a luxurious job, but it’s better than staying in the clubhouse. The conversations with them aren’t exactly mind-blowingly insightful, but I listen intently just for the noise.

  I went to bed early last night with a headache. I thought I would have to skip work today but when I woke up this morning, it was gone. I jump into my morning routine, getting cleaned up and out the door for breakfast with the girls. Slider meets me as usual by the breakfast nook with coffee in hand, ready to escort me to work. I noticed Maj spends most of her time away from the clubhouse after her fight with Raze about bringing me here. It worries be that my benefactor and protector isn’t here with me, but at least Slider seems to care about me.

  “Ready to go, sweet cheeks?” Slider teases while thrusting the steaming cup of caramel-flavored coffee into my hands. “We better get you off to work before Maj hacks my balls off. She warned me the last time we were late that she was going to take possession of them the next time.” The visual of Maj’s hacking off his balls and keeping them in a jar on her desk at the salon brings a smile to my face. That crazy bitch would actually do it, too, which is why it’s so funny.

  Purposefully walking out the door at a turtle’s pace, Slider literally shoves me out the door and into the waiting SUV. He throws the car into gear and peels out of the dirt driveway onto the curvy mountain road. I just smile and laugh at him while the time ticks closer to us being late yet again.

  “It’s not fucking funny, Dani. It’s not your balls on the line!” he yells as we fly through a yellow light on Mountain Avenue. He drifts the SUV around the corner and barely squeezes into the parking space in front of the salon a few minutes later. “Tada!” he yells. “Three minutes to spare. Score! I get to keep my balls.” He laughs as I hop out of the passenger side of the SUV with him. I don’t have the heart to tell him that his clock is five minutes slow, thus making us nearly ten minutes late. We burst through the door and Maj smacks him upside the head.

  “You’re late, Slider. When I tell you I want her here promptly at nine thirty in the morning, I mean nine thirty. Not nine thirty-eight,” she says while poking a fine-toothed comb into his chest. “If you want to make it in this club as a prospect, I’d suggest getting my ward here on time. Now scoot on back to the office, I need you to take a look at the computer. It’s doing weird shit again.”

  Smiling at him, he flips me off as he shuffles back to the office. Slider told me he sucks at anything with computers, so he has to sneak Ratchet in the back to fix it. If she only knew half the shit of what he did back there. I caught him watching porn and jerking off when I went back to grab more cleaning supplies from the storage closet. That was something I will never erase from my memory. Trust me, I’ve tried.

  The shop is busy today, so of course I have plenty of work to do. Maj keeps insisting that she’s going to teach me how to cut hair, but she’s delusional. Giving a suspected spy scissors isn’t exactly the brightest idea, even if I am innocent of their alleged crimes. An hour before close, the office phone rings and Slider rushes out.

  “Maj, I need to run back to the clubhouse. Shit’s going down and he needs the manpower to curtail whatever the hell is going on. Can you watch Dani for me?” he quickly asks, pleading she’ll agree.

  “Of course, now shoo. Don’t be late!” she screams as he runs out the door. “Men!” she exclaims. “Whether they’re bikers or metros, they’re always dramatic over the littlest things. You’d think my husband called to tell him Slider’s baby is about to pop out any second the way they go running around after him. The little shit can’t be on time bringing you to work, but he’ll be five minutes early when my husband calls.” She lets out a hearty laugh that echoes off the salon walls. She’s just about to finish up her second to last client for the night when the office phone rings again. I’m usually not permitted to answer the phones, but Maj sends me back to get it before it drives her crazy.

  “Blazing Beauty Salon,” I answer.

  “What the fuck are you doing answering the phones, Dani?” Hero yells into the receiver. “You know that’s one of the rules for being permitted to work at the salon.” Oh joy, my best friend is calling. Why me?

  “Yes, Hero. I am well aware of the rules, but Maj is busy and I’m the only one here since Slider left. Is there something I can help you with, or did you call just to be a dick?”

  “Feisty as ever, I see. You need to cancel her last appointment and get out of the salon. I’m sending someone right now to get you. We’re locking down the clubhouse. I know you have no clue what that means but tell Maj. She’ll know what to do,” he barks into the receiver. Before I can even reply, he abruptly hangs up on me. He’s such an asshole. He couldn’t even be bothered to say thanks for relaying the message.

  Walking back out the workstations, Maj is just about to start cutting her client’s hair. “Who was it, Dani?” she asks as she snips a piece a hair from the woman’s bangs.

  “It was Hero. He said we needed to close up shop. Something about lockdown or some shit.” As soon as lockdown exits
my lips, panic flourishes in Maj’s eyes. Ripping the cloth draped around her client’s neck, she informs the lady that there’s been a family emergency and she needs to cut their appointment short. As she shoves the woman out the door, she yells that her next cut is on the house for the inconvenience. Turning back to the door, she locks it and pulls down the blinds.

  “I need you to go to the back door and make sure it’s locked. Turn off all the lights and close the blinds. We need to make sure that it looks like no one’s here until one of the guys gets here. Do you understand me, Dani?”

  Nodding my head, I bolt for the back and throw the dead bolt on the door. Flicking the lights as I move back toward the office, I catch Maj pulling a gun out of the safe and tucking it into the waistband of her jeans. Grabbing ahold of me, she drags me back up front to the shop and watches the street from a slit in the blinds. My heart races with every minute we wait for our pick up. A bike rumbles down the street and screeches into a spot in front of the shop. Banging comes from the door as Maj cautiously opens it. Voodoo stands on the other side and shock registers on his face when he sees me standing behind Maj.

  “Fuck. I thought it was just you, Maj. I don’t have room on the bike for her,” he says pointing at me. “Dani, you’re going to have to stay behind until I can send someone else to come get you.”

  Maj looks bewildered at me and tries to stop Voodoo from pulling her out of the building. “We’ve got to go now, Maj. I’ll send someone after her. You’re our priority. Bad shit’s about to go down and we need you secure. I promise I’ll send someone back. Please, just get on the bike,” he pleads with her. Looking back at me, she steps toward Voodoo and issues more orders.

  “Someone comes back for Dani, V. I won’t leave her a sitting duck because my husband is a fucking idiot.”

  Voodoo motions for her to get on the bike before returning his attention to me. “Dani, you stay inside with the doors locked. Do not step one fucking foot outside until you see one of us coming back to get you. Do you understand me?” he yells as he turns to run back to the waiting bike with Maj seated on the back.

  “Yes, Voodoo. I’ll stay inside,” I swear to him. He runs away from the door and I hastily slide the deadbolt back into place. Time slows to a screeching halt the minute they pull away from the salon. My eyes are glued to the traffic outside, begging for the rumble of a motorcycle getting close. Fifteen minutes pass without a sign of rescue. Just as I decide that this may be my chance to leave, a silver Harley Davidson pulls up with a helmeted rider. He stalks up to the door and just as I’m about to open it for my rescuer, I realize that his cut isn’t in Heaven’s Rejects colors. Fuck! It’s Twisted Tribe. Sliding down to the floor, I crawl toward the back door as the doorknob begins to jiggle.

  I quickly crawl behind a stack of boxes in the back room when he kicks the front door in. Loud bangs come from the front as its sounds like the man is throwing around anything he can get his hands on. Each bang makes me jump in fear. If he finds me, he’ll take me back to their clubhouse. Glass breaks as the scrape of a chair moves across the floor. His phone begins to ring just as he gets to the office door.

  “Fernando,” he answers. “No, boss. No sign of the head Bitch. Looks like she cleared out before I could get here. Si, I’ll torch the place before I leave.”

  If I don’t get out of here, I’ll be burned alive in this place. Slinking toward the back door, I reach up and try to quietly click the lock open. Just as it clicks into position, I stumble, knocking over the boxes that hid me. Fuck! I have to run. Throwing open the door, the man grabs me from behind by my waist, jerking me back into the salon. Falling to the floor, I try to break away from his grasp. He plants his feet on either side of my waist, falling to his knees, pinning me to the ground with his weight.

  “What do we have here?” he says, pinning me harder. “It’s the little punta who escaped from the car. Enrico will be very glad to see you.” He leans forward and trails his tongue down my neck. “You’re far too sweet for him. Maybe I’ll have a little taste myself before I take you back with me. What do you say? You wanna sing for Fernando?” he asks while leaning up to unzip his pants. I take the chance he’s given me and head butt him while he’s distracted by releasing his dick to rape me. He falls backward, releasing his hold on me. I scramble to stand and escape, but he regroups far more quickly than I anticipate. He grabs ahold of me again but I manage to get my hands on a glass bottle of cleaner from the shelf and slam it into his face. Blood spurts from the wounds as he falls to the ground in agony. I bolt out the door and run straight into Hero. He sees the blood on my clothes and shoves me aside, making his way through the door. He emerges a few minutes later covered in blood.

  “Are you okay, Dani?” he surprisingly asks. “Did he hurt you?” The concern from him surprises me. Why does he care all of a sudden?

  “I’m fine. What the fuck is going on, Hero?” My question goes unanswered as he pulls me into the black SUV parked on the street. Locking me into the passenger seat, he walks back to the salon and drags the bleeding man who tried to assault me out behind him. Tossing him in the back seat, Hero slides in the driver’s side door and pulls away from the salon. A few minutes later, we pull into the clubhouse and it’s packed with bikes and cars. Hero pulls us around back and parks by the old shed I’ve seen through my window.

  “I need you to go into the clubhouse, Dani. Find Raze and send him out here. Tell him there’s a present waiting for him.” I shift out of the car but stop short of closing the door.

  “What’s going on, Hero? Why is this happening?” I ask him, knowing full well he probably won’t answer me.

  “I don’t have time for your shit, Dani. Just get Raze,” he bellows at me while pulling the injured man from the back of the SUV and into the shed. Stalking angrily to the clubhouse, Voodoo opens the doors when I knock. Finding Raze surrounded by several families, I lean down and whisper to him Hero’s orders. He stands and heads toward the back door instantly, leaving me confused. Seeing Slider near the front door, I decide to ask him. Hell, maybe he knows what’s going on.

  He sees me coming and instantly checks me over visually once he sees the blood on my clothes.

  “Jesus, Dani. Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?” he asks while rubbing his hands on my blood-covered arms.

  “I’m fine, Slider. I was attacked at the salon while I waited for someone to come get me. I used a glass bottle and broke it on the guy’s face to get away. It just looks worse because his blood is all over me.”

  Slider continues to inspect me. I stop his hands, trying to garner his attention. “Please tell me what’s going on, Slider. I don’t understand why the world stopped when Hero called a lockdown.”

  “I’m not supposed to tell you this, Dani, but you need to know. Twisted Tribe hit one of the upstate chapters last night. They killed every single one of the men and took the women. We’re going to war.”

  Having her here is my own personal nightmare. I’ve spent much of the last few weeks trying to fuck her out of my system with every one of the girls streaming in and out of my room at some point presenting their pretty pussies to me for my pleasure. I’m sure she can hear every one of these women screaming as I ferociously pound into them through the paper thin walls, but I just don’t give a fuck. Maybe she’ll get the hint she’s unwanted and unneeded. This is my version of therapy, and I need to keep at it until it sticks. She’s under my skin, and I can’t scrub her out hard enough. Dani tempts me without even knowing it. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to bust into her room and fuck her every time I walk past it knowing full well that perfect body and smart mouth is lying in bed alone. She’s the siren calling me to run ashore, and I’m about to crash and burn alone from her silent presence.

  The club mamas try everything they can to get me off, but nothing works until I start thinking about her tits bouncing as I thrust into her, or her perfect little mouth wrapped around my cock. She’s the first woman I’ve ever been denied bec
ause of loyalty to my club and it’s killing me. I wonder how Dani can be friends with them knowing what I’ve done to them behind closed doors. It surprises me that the girls actually took to being her friend in the first place. They’ve been known to ostracize the outsiders until they leave or get kicked out. I know for a fact Bubbles and Trixi set up one of the new club mamas when the unattached guys started to show her more attention than them. These women are more ruthless and cutthroat than we are at times. I don’t know how many cat fights I’ve broken up as VP in the time here, but at least those ended up with both women using me to fuck out their frustrations. You’d be surprised at how much a willing dick can solve problems between the women.

  It was easy to avoid her while she was hidden away in her room, but Raze lifted her restriction last week. I’ve taken to hiding away in the clubhouse office I keep at the back of the clubhouse while she’s in the room. I’m sure my brothers have noticed my sudden absence, but it’s best for me until I figure shit out. It’s been quiet in terms of our impending war but I know that shit will hit the proverbial fan soon. We’ve waited too long to strike and they’ll consider that weakness. I’ve tried to convince Raze to raise the war flag but he’s not ready to make the call yet. He’s my president and I have to respect his orders, but he’s fucking wrong this time. The longer we wait, the worse it will be when we do go to war. We’ve given them too much time to prepare. They’ll likely outman us and outgun us because of our inability to act promptly. Raze is a smart man¸ but he’s jaded and too fucking cautious since they killed Jagger. He needs to find his balls again and seek the revenge we are owed.