Troubled Son: Savage Sons MC Romance

by King, Jayna

  "Good girl." Krystal sure had her faults, but she was clean, and she was smart -- rare qualities in the girls who spent time at the clubhouse.

  "Fuckin' Bug has been calling me every five minutes, but I just now got the chance to step outside the ER. I guess I need to call him back."

  I figured that the docs would fix up Red, and if they didn't, it was no one's fault but hers. "Well, sugar, the way you've been cozied up to Bug, you have to expect that he's gonna want to know where you are."

  "I know. I'm just tired of being passed around, and Bug ain't got an old lady. Since you've gotten your new girl, you ain't been interested, and Bug sure is."

  I tried not to get involved in business between my brothers and their old ladies, but I really did have a soft spot in my heart for Krystal. "You sure you wanna be Bug's old lady?" My history with Bug was rocky, to put it mildly, and everyone knew it. He was the VP, but he lived every second like he thought I was gonna try to take his position. Like I fucking wanted it.

  "Bug's been good to me, Moses. And I ain't gonna be young and smoking' hot forever." Krystal laughed. "I'm gonna get off here and call him back. See you at the shop."

  "Yeah. And Krystal?"

  "Yeah?"

  "Thanks for taking care of Red. Sorry you got stuck with it."

  "Yeah. Me too."

  Something didn't add up. I thought about what Bug had told me as I stood at the edge of the parking lot. I got that he'd been expecting Red at the clubhouse, but being one hooker short wasn't that unusual and shouldn't have caused any problems. I had a feeling that there was more to the story than Bug had told me over the phone and the only was to find out what was really going on was to go take a look for myself. I needed to get rid of Max and get to the clubhouse.

  Mind made up, I headed back toward the bike. I could barely manage to shove my phones into the saddlebags with all the stuff we'd bought.

  "Looks like we're full up." I knew that Tombley wouldn't want me to take Max to the clubhouse before she was more comfortable with her cover. "I'll run you home."

  "Everything okay?"

  I should have known better than to try to hide anything from an FBI agent. "Yeah. I have some troubles at the clubhouse that I need to go handle. No big deal."

  "Well then let me go with you. You're not going to stay long are you?"

  "I don't plan to, but I don't think you're ready for this, Max. The clubhouse isn't the kind of place you're used to." I handed her the helmet she'd set on the seat.

  "I can handle it."

  "Max, if something goes wrong, then the whole case is over. And that's the best case scenario."

  She put her helmet on like she'd been doing it for years. "I got this. Let's roll, Moses."

  Fucking Max. I guess I could have refused to take her with me, but I guess I just figured that if she screwed things up, it was on her. I had enough money stashed that if I had to leave, I could probably get far enough away that the Sons wouldn't be able to find me, but I'd know that they'd continue with all of the evil stuff that I wanted to put a stop to. I wanted this case as much as she did. But if she thought she could pull off meeting the Sons tonight, who was I to tell her any different?

  "Fine. Tombley's your problem, though. Anything goes wrong, it's on your head."

  She grinned at me and all I could think about was that smile and the underwear in the saddle bags. I could picture her in nothing but a smile and sexy high heels. Goddamn, I had a problem. She climbed on the back of the bike and we set off for the clubhouse.

  By the time we got there, I was ready for a drink, and I was ready for something to take my mind off of Max's ass. I rolled into the lot and found more cars than I'd expected.

  "Goddammit, Bug," I muttered as I parked and waved to the prospect who sat on a stool at the corner of the lot, charged with keeping an eye on everything.

  The Savage Sons were an outlaw gang, but we were smart -- well, most of us were. We had so much shit going on that it was a constant struggle to bring in money and try to stay off the cops' radar. Our clubhouse was a low, long cinderblock building divided into two halves. When Dad and Joker had built the clubhouse, before I was born, it was in the middle of nowhere, southeast of Denver. Everything had gotten built up around us, but fortunately we had a bunch of businesses nearby who knew to keep their noses where they belonged.

  Half of the building was our bar. We had a private club license that let us sell liquor to members only, and that let us make the rules -- we didn't have to let anyone in we didn't want to. The other half of the sprawling structure was private clubhouse for the Savage Sons only. Most of the boys who sat at our bar night after night had no idea that the wall between the halves was reinforced steel, and cameras throughout the place let our guys keep tabs on everything that happened inside those walls.

  We had to be careful, though. We ran the club pretty legit except for the hookers-- didn't sell much in the way of dope, and most of the girls used the private rooms for sex. We tried to keep a low profile. Well, most of us did. Bug kept wanting to push it, and I didn't think it was a good idea. He wanted to have things like fight nights -- bring in MMA guys and take bets on how long regular guys could stay on their feet. I had warned Joker that we couldn't afford to bring that kind of crowd onto our lot. Bug also didn't see anything wrong with running a little crank through the club, and I'd had to work hard to get the rest of the club to vote his plan down.

  The way it was, we were making more money than we knew what to do with anyway, and if the cops got wind of meth coming out of the club, they'd be all over us. If they happened to walk in and find girls hard at work sucking dick for money, we'd be in even more trouble.

  I knew -- based on the number of cars and bikes in the lot, that Bug had something going on. The way I figured it, the only benefit to the fact that we had a lot full of cars and bikes on a random Tuesday night was that the extra people -- whoever they were -- would be a buffer for Max. We needed to talk before we went in though. Max climbed down from the bike, and I put a hand on her arm.

  "Quick conference."

  She took off her helmet and nodded.

  "I don't know exactly what we're walking into here. There shouldn't be this many cars here, which means that Bug is up to something." I thought for a minute. "Have you read the bios on the Sons?"

  "Of course."

  "So you know things are sometimes tense between Bug and me." I waited for her nod. "You have to stay right with me. Do what I say -- both because the guys will expect it, and because you won't be able to read the room like I will."

  "Got it."

  "It shouldn't take long. Ready?"

  Max actually looked excited, and she took my hand and got as close to me as she could "Let's go."

  We started off across the parking lot. I took a deep breath and nodded to Butch through the glass of the locked front door. When the buzzer sounded, I opened the door and let the two of us in.

  "What's up brother?" I bumped his fist with mine. "Lotta cars on the lot."

  Butch gave me an evil smile. "You're gonna have to see it for yourself, man." He pointed to the second door.

  I could hear whistles and cheers through the heavy wooden door specifically designed to prevent anyone outside the building from seeing inside.

  "Joker here?" I asked before I turned the knob.

  "He's next door. Hasn't been home since last night when Sable blew outta here like a she-devil."

  I nodded and opened the door, figuring that Max was about to get a trial by fire.

  Chapter 11

  Max

  As Moses and I crossed the parking lot, I realized that neither of us had a wire on. I nearly pulled back on his hand, but I figured that there was nothing to do about it at this point. It was probably unnecessary to worry about the Savage Sons spilling their illegal secrets to me the very first time I met them. As we got closer to the door, I was a little nervous. I didn't want to screw up, and I didn't want Moses to think I was an idiot.

/>   We walked up to a door and Moses waved to the guy inside. A buzzer sounded, and Moses opened the door to a little vestibule occupied by an enormous man sitting a chair in front of a row of security monitors. The man wore a vest -- a "cut" -- that matched the one Moses wore, and had a long goatee that was braided and reached nearly to his chest. The rest of his hair was cut short and partially covered by a dingy blue bandanna. He and Moses greeted one another, and I was a little surprised that Moses didn't introduce me. I realized that the manners I was used to at Washington DC functions may not apply in a biker bar.

  Moses opened the door, grabbed my hand again and preceded me into the noisy, smoky club. Apparently the laws prohibiting smoking inside didn't apply to the Savage Sons.

  Before I could get inside, Moses turned around, fixed me with a very serious stare, and pulled me right up against his chest. "This scene may be ugly, and I may do things that you don't like. Stay close."

  I just nodded, too overwhelmed to say anything as we walked into the room.

  Something was clearly going on in the center of the room, but I couldn't see much except for the backs of the men gathered around and cheering. Moses paused and looked around the room before heading toward the bar, pulling me along with him.

  As we walked by, I caught a glimpse of the pool table at the center of the room and realized what all the fuss was about. In the center of the table, there was a blonde woman kneeling and facing a brunette. I watched, transfixed. The blonde woman wore an outfit that looked like it had come direct from Kittens -- tall black vinyl boots, a tiny, frayed denim miniskirt, and a red lace pushup bra underneath a completely sheer black top. She leaned forward and put her hands on the brunette's hips, pulling her forward for a kiss. The men in the room went wild.

  My attention was yanked from the scene on the pool table when Moses let go of my hand. He took a seat at the bar, and it didn't seem like he even noticed the girls in the middle of the room. Moses reached out and slid his hand into the back pocket of my jeans and pulled me over so that I was half sitting on his lap. I couldn't decide what was more distracting -- the feeling of his hard thigh beneath me or what was happening on the pool table.

  The blonde took her hands off the other girl's hips and reached for the hem of the girl's t-shirt. As she pulled the tight shirt over the brunette's head, it became apparent that the girl wasn't wearing a bra, and the noise level got even higher as the blonde reached out, covered the girl's breasts with her hands and then removed them, fingers lingering to pull at her nipples. The brunette threw back her head as the blonde pinched, released, and then tugged a little harder at her tiny, erect pink nipples. I couldn't look away.

  Even though I knew the girls were just putting on a show for the men in the room, I realized that I was incredibly turned on. The girls were also enjoying themselves. The blonde tweaked the brunette's nipples again and then began to unbutton the shirt that barely covered her bra. She slipped the shirt from her shoulders and kissed the other girl again as the brunette slipped her hands beneath the hem of the blonde's short skirt. She slid the skirt up slowly over her ass until I could see the red lace thong that matched the bra.

  Moses leaned forward, and his voice startled me and pulled my attention away from the girls.

  "Like what you see?" he asked.

  I hadn't realized until he spoke that I was breathing hard and was simultaneously appalled and wanted to see more. I had to clear my throat before I could speak, and I kept my voice low so no one would overhear. "Is this typical?"

  "Not exactly."

  I could feel his breath on my ear as he spoke from behind me, and it made me think about what it would feel like to have him behind me with his hands on my body. I forced myself to think about something else.

  "This has Bug all over it. If I know him, he's been talking this show up and added a little something extra to the cover charge."

  "Folks seem to be enjoying it," I said with a laugh.

  Another man in a Savage Sons cut approached us and Moses stood up. "Have a seat, Max. I'll be right back."

  He sat me down and kissed me quick and hard before they walked away. I recognized the kiss as exactly what it was -- not a sign of affection, but a brand -- an indication to everyone in the room that I belonged to Moses. With little else to occupy me as Moses walked just a few steps away, I turned my attention back to the pool table.

  The blonde was now bent over on her hands and knees. He back was turned to me, so I could see the red thong that threaded its way between her ass cheeks that were facing me. Her knees were about shoulder width apart, so I had a pretty good idea of what she'd look like if she removed those panties. Her attention was on the brunette, and she was taking her time sucking on the girl's nipples. Under the pool table lights, her wet nipples glistened and drove every man in the place crazy.

  I felt like I was going crazy along with the crowd. I was breathing hard again, and I could practically feel my nipples hardening beneath my boring, sensible bra. I looked for Moses, and even though he was in a conversation with the other Son, his eyes were on me, and I could have sworn that he knew I was turned on. He finished the conversation, hugged the man -- eyes on me the whole time -- and took his leave.

  Chapter 12

  Moses

  I was trying like hell not to laugh as I talked to Zeno about what was going on and watched Max at the same time. He told me exactly what I'd expected -- fuckin' Bug had promised some hot girl-on-girl action in exchange for an extra five dollars at the door. I planned to bring the matter up at our next club meeting, but looking around the room, I knew my chances of finding support were shit.

  Bug and J.C. were across the room having the time of their lives. I scanned the room evenly, refusing to register the fact that Bug was alternating between leering at the girls on the pool table and glaring at me. Even though there were more cars in the lot than I'd have liked to see, the crowd was pretty well behaved, all things considered. I was sure that we weren't going to have a single girl with downtime after the show. The guys were gonna be raring to go after Angel and Bethany finished their show.

  The funniest thing, though, was watching Max's reaction to the scene. If there hadn't been half-naked hookers on the pool table, I'm sure she'd have been discreetly checking out everyone in the club, trying to put together what she'd read in her files and make sense of what was going on. As it was, though, she couldn't take her eyes off the girls. When she'd been leaning up against me, I couldn't help but notice that she was breathing hard, and I think she was actually turned on by the show. I'd been worried about how she was going to react to the sex that was always present to one degree or another in the club. She sure didn't seem to be offended.

  "Thanks, man." I gave Zeno a hug. "You call me if that motherfucker gets outta line or if there are any problems with the cops."

  Zeno nodded at me. He was used to me checking up on Bug, and he'd told me more times than I could count that he'd back me if I ever decided I wanted to be the VP under Joker. I didn't want the job. Hadn't even wanted it years ago -- when I still thought that the Savage Sons were all I'd ever want out of life.

  "Fuck it," I said to myself as I left Zeno and took my time walking back over to Max. I'd had enough of these bullshit club squabbles. Even though I knew I had no business thinking about her that way, I couldn't help but enjoy the view in front of me. Yeah, Angel and Bethany together were hot, but Max watching the two of them was explosive. I looked over and watched Angel sucking on Bethany's tits one more time before she stood up on the pool table, careful to avoid the lights that hung above.

  Bethany, tits wet from Angel's lips, pulled Angel forward by her hips and started to unbutton the blonde girl's skirt and slid it down, careful to leave the red thong in place. Bethany turned Angel around and reached up to press her shoulders down while spreading her legs apart until Angel stood facing the men around the table, legs spread with her ass and pussy right in front of Bethany's face. One of the men -- some guy I'd seen a time
or two in the club -- reached out like he planned to grab Angel's tits that bounced right in front of him. John pulled himself away from Bug and approached the guy. They exchanged words, John took some wadded up cash from the man, and the man settled back in to enjoy the show, clearly looking forward to the favors he'd purchased from Angel afterwards.

  Bethany ran her tongue across Angel's ass and slipped a finger beneath the red lace thong, pulling it aside to reveal even more of the blonde girl. As Bethany licked her finger and started to tease Angel's clit, the noise level got even higher, and I realized that my hard-on and I needed to get out the door. Between Krystal's teasing, feeling Max behind me on the bike and shopping for lingerie, and now this show in front of me, I was gonna explode if I didn't get out of there.

  "Jesus," I whispered as I turned from the girls to face Max. She looked like she was ready to join in with Angel and Bethany. I was gonna have to peel her off the bar stool, even if she was all covered up from head to toe. I'd bet my last dollar that the panties she wore underneath those mom jeans were wet. Time to put an end to the show before I was any more tempted to grab a girl and head for a private room just to get off.

  "All handled," I said to Max when I'd made it across the room. "You ready?" I couldn't afford to think about whether or not she was ready in a sexual way. We had to get out of there.

  "Ready," Max answered as she stood up. "Zeno gonna handle things?"

  I nodded, hoping to hide my surprise. Wow. She'd looked like she had eyes for nothing but the girls, but she'd clearly been more aware of the room than I'd given her credit for. I put my arm over her shoulder and made sure that Bug and J.C. saw us on our way out. I'd resolve things with the MC later.

  We walked to the bike and got on without speaking a word, and we got to Max's apartment before she broke the silence.