“Ready to go?” I asked, grabbing the helmet from my handlebar, Sunshine’s white panties still dangling from where I left them.
Kade nodded to the white cotton. “What’s going on with those?”
“I call it victory,” I said.
“Would they have something to do with where you disappeared to last night?”
“You know I don’t kiss and tell,” I joked.
“Bullshit! You don’t just tell, you show. Since when did you become all soft and shy? Might I remind you of the time you had sex in a room full of people and spent weeks bragging about it.”
“I was drunk, and she was horny. I don’t see anything wrong with that. Now, are we going to do this or we going to sit out here all fucking day reminiscing about all the times I’ve fucked a slut?”
“We’d need a hell of a lot more than a day. We’d need a whole goddamned month for that shit.”
“Then, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
“Let’s take the truck. Don’t want the guy to see bikes, and figure out it’s a setup.”
“Smart man,” I said, and hopped into the passenger side of the 1985 Ford Bronco that was older than me but still ran despite the rust and bullet holes.
We drove to the outskirts of town where most of the deals went down. Far enough from Main Street to appease Stanson, and keep the façade that Black Hills was a good neighborhood that was void of drug dealers and criminals. If the town folk only knew drug dealers were the exact people keeping their town and their lives safe.
Kade pulled off to the side of the road, and put the truck into park. He checked the time on his phone and leaned back in the seat. “He should be here in five minutes.” I nodded. We didn’t need a game plan because we had done this before.
Kade stripped off his cut so he wouldn’t give himself away, and placed it beside him in the seat. A minute later, an over-customized black BMW with chrome rims pulled up. Kade slid his sunglasses on and smiled. “Let’s get this over with.” He stepped out of the truck and walked over to the car. I watched him in the rearview for his signal to let me know how many guys we were dealing with.
He got to the window and bent down, scratching his head with one finger. I didn’t even bother ridding myself of my cut. This was too fucking easy. I doubted it was Montamos. They wouldn’t be stupid enough to deal in our parts and show up solo. No, this was some douchebag with either no common sense, or a death wish.
I slipped out of the truck, and came up on the passenger side of the car. I pointed my gun at the tinted window, and, just as the guy inside noticed, Kade rammed his head into the steering wheel. He grabbed him by the collar, and yanked him out the window.
The guy scrambled, trying to get control, but Kade just pistol-whipped him. “Shut the fuck up!” Kade yelled, and I laughed.
“Always pistol whipping people,” I joked, holding my gun on the guy so he didn’t try to pull any stupid moves. He was dressed like a typical douchebag who thought his shit didn’t stink. Expensive jeans, black button down shirt and fucking clown shoes. His hair had more oil in it than the Toyota back at the shop.
Kade smiled. “What can I say? It’s fun.”
“What is your fucking problem?” the guy cried out like the little pussy shithead he was.
“Our problem?” Kade growled, bending down to the guys face. “You’re dealing in our territory.”
“It doesn’t have your fucking name on it!” the guy spat, and Kade kicked him in the gut.
“I’m sorry. Did we tell you that you could talk?” Kade demanded, as the guy doubled over and clenched his stomach. Kade grabbed him by the shirt collar and smirked. “I can imprint it on your fucking head if you want!”
He gave Kade a death glare, but it meant nothing. He might as well have been a kitten purring. Kade wasn’t scared of shit, especially not some low class drug dealer who didn’t have a fucking leg to stand on.
“Fuck you!”
Kade answered him with an elbow to the back. He collapsed on the ground, curling into himself and trying to get back up. “Is that all you got?”
“Dude, just shut the fuck up,” I said with a laugh. He was a fucking idiot who clearly had no idea who he was dealing with because, if he did, he would be cooperating. He needed an education.
Kade pressed the barrel of his gun to the guy’s head. “We could end this right now, or you can get the fuck out of here and stick to dealing outside of Black Hills.”
He didn’t say anything, so Kade cocked his gun.
“Alright!” The guy finally yelled. “Alright!” He held his hands up in front of him, and Kade dropped the barrel from his head.
“Get the fuck out of here before I change my mind,” Kade demanded.
He scrambled to get up and then took off running. He hopped into his car, threw the car in drive, and peeled the tires down the length of the street.
Kade and I laughed before getting back in the Bronco and heading back to the clubhouse. It was just another day at the office.
We pulled into the parking lot fifteen minutes later, and followed the rest of the gang inside. There was business to be discussed and we all sat around the large oak table carved with the Righteous Outlaws symbol in the middle: a shield representing the original four Horsemen of the club: righteousness, brotherhood, respect, and loyalty. To go against any of those, you go against everything the club stands for.
I sat in my seat beside Kade and across from Miles. Nick took his spot at the front of the table, and Phil sat in the chair to his right. It signified Phil was Nick’s right hand man. Both were starting to go grey, and their skin was marked with years of wear, but age didn’t slow either of them down. Bentley, Dice, Braxton and Hudson took their seats and we waited for Nick to start.
“Kade, what happened with that deal? Was it Montamos?”
“Nah,” Kade answered. “Just some douchebag that didn’t know the rules of this town. I set him straight.”
“Shoot ‘em?” Nick questioned.
“I should’ve, but I let the fucking prick go. Next time, I won’t be so generous.”
“Should have shot him in the fucking leg at least,” Miles offered. “Flesh wound. He’d recover nicely, and be out of our fucking way for a few weeks.”
“Should’ve just put a bullet in his fucking head, then there wouldn’t be a next time,” Bentley stated coolly, as if he was talking about deciding what was for dinner and not about life or death. He was the pretty boy of the group, with that dark rugged look chicks fucking fawned over, but he was also the most lethal. His eyes were black as death, and I swore that, every time he killed someone, they got even darker.
Nick crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Then we would have had to deal with Stanson. And with the fucking body showing up on the roadside, and the Feds in our neck of the woods, we need to keep the violence to a minimum. No shooting, not even a fucking warning shot, unless it is absolutely necessary. You got it?”
“Aye,” we all agreed.
“Any news about the body?” Miles asked.
Nick turned his attention to Phil. Phil leaned toward the table, resting his arms on the wood. “Definitely a member of Montamos. Stanson said he had the tats to prove it. No idea who killed him. None of us did, unless someone has something to say.”
“Nope,” I said and the other guys added their no’s to the table.
“That’s what I thought. So, if it was none of us, then my guess is it was either a local street gang or the Chinese. Probably a business transaction gone wrong. Either way, it’s not our fucking problem. Let them keep their trash on their side of the town line.”
“It was close though,” I stated. “To the town line, I mean. It’s why the Feds were hanging outside yesterday, wasn’t it? They think we had something to do with it.”
“They don’t think shit,” Phil said. “They just have to go with what they know, and I guarantee we’re not the only place they’re parked outside of.”
“Give it time. The
y’ll leave. They always do,” Nick added. So, now that is out the way, moving on. .Cash, how’d it go with the doctor?”
I took out the prescription pad, and tossed what was left of it on the table. It landed with a smack. “He gave me his pad, and told me to get the fuck out. I turned seven of them in at different drug stores and sold to Ricky at The Watering Hole. I explained our situation, and told him the rest was coming.”
“Did he forget about our deal?”
“He thought he fulfilled it. He doesn’t realize how fucking deep he’s actually in. He can say no to us all he wants, but you and I know that he can’t. We can run him out of business, and get his ass thrown in jail without even lifting a finger.”
“And we will, if we have to, if it comes to that, but right now we need him. All our shit in Mexico is gone,” Nick explained, leaning back in his chair. “Feds have it all, and there’s no getting it back. I’m working with my connections in Florida to see if they can get us a shipment from the Caribbean until the shit in Mexico gets figured out. Problem is, some of us might have to make a trip to Florida to pick it up.”
“Have the prospects do it,” Bentley offered, running a hand over his dark stubble.
Nick shook his head. “Not an option. I don’t even want a prospect along for the ride.” He tapped his finger into the oak to drill his point in. “I need skilled guys to take care of this.”
“I’ll do it,” Dice said, raising his hand. “Can make a visit to my Ma while I’m there, and get her off my fucking case about never going to see her.”
“Mama’s boy,” Miles mumbled, which caused the rest of us to smirk except for Nick.
Nick put his hands out, and we all quieted at his request. “That’s fine with me. All in favor.”
“Aye,” we all said in unison.
“Who’s going with him?” Nick asked, looking across the table to Miles.
Miles turned to Dice, his lip curled in a smile. “Will your ma cook for me?”
Dice gave him an evil eye, then sat back in his chair. “She’ll throw you some food on the floor. You can eat with the dogs.”
“On the floor with the bitches. Sounds like home,” Miles offered. “I’m in.”
“All in favor.”
“Aye,” we all said and raised a hand.
Any problems, it’s your fault.” Nick pointed a ringed finger at Miles.
Miles put his hands out in front of him. “What the fuck did I do?”
“Nothing, yet.”
Miles shrugged, and nodded his head, because he knew damn well Nick was right. Whenever and wherever there was fire, Miles was usually the one holding the match. Sending him across country to pick up our backup shipment could be considered a bad idea. Although, there was one redeeming thing about Miles: no matter what he did, or how much trouble he got himself into, he always got shit done. He was not only a master manipulator, but he was fucking MacGyver.
“But, I mean it! If you have to take the trip, just remember our connections with the police only go so far. Once we’re out of Black Hills, we’re not protected anymore. Stanson won’t be able to do shit for us if you get nailed outside of the state. Understood?”
Both Miles and Dice nodded their head in understanding.
“Good,” Nick stated, and then turned his attention back to the rest of us. “Any other business to discuss?” Nick eyed everyone around the table, but no one spoke. “Good, let’s go drink!”
Cash
It had been almost a week since my cock was sunk deep into the tight pussy of my Sunshine. Girls never lingered on my mind. I usually fucked them and went on with my day. If they came around again, I just went for it, not because I wanted them, but because they were guaranteed. Sunshine, though, that girl was stuck on my mind and it was driving me fucking crazy.
She wasn’t like the whores I was used to. She was delicate and soft. Smelled fucking sweet and tasted even sweeter. She wasn’t hardened by a tough life, or tainted by a million other guys’ cocks. She was fucking pure and…vanilla.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I didn’t do vanilla. I didn’t want vanilla. I liked my girls and sex the same: dirty and raunchy.
It wasn’t about the girl, never had been. It was all about me and getting off. I needed to get that pure bitch out of my goddamned mind. She was ruining the one thing I enjoyed most in life, and there was no fucking way I was going to let that happen.
I grabbed a bottle of Jack, and sat at the bar in the clubhouse. It was a Friday night, and there were whores everywhere, waiting to be chosen by one of the members, hoping that, by spreading their legs, they would be on their way to becoming an old lady. These bitches had no fucking clue how it really worked. None of us wanted an old lady. We just wanted to fuck, and because they made it so easy, we looked at them as toys nothing more.
It didn’t even take a full minute from the time I sat until arms wrapped around my neck, and tits were pressed into my back. “Hey gorgeous,” Tammy, a bleached blonde with big fake tits and a lot of red lipstick, said, running her fingers through my hair.
I nodded, and poured some Jack into a rock glass.
“For me?” she said with mock shock.
“No,” I stated, and then gulped down what was in the glass. I refilled it, and pushed it toward her.
She took it in her hand with a smile. “Thanks.”
I knew she’d be down to fuck, and it would be a hell of a time, but I wanted more. I dipped my head to be level with Tammy. “Why don’t you go grab Donna?” I said, dropping my eyes to another blonde in the corner. What was fake on Tammy was all real on Donna. “And come find me in the back room.”
Tammy arched an eyebrow, knowing damn well what I was asking. She dragged her finger down my chest. “You go make yourself comfortable, big boy. We’ll be in soon.”
I downed another glass of Jack, and watched as Tammy swayed her ass over to Donna. She bent down, her tits just shy of Donna’s lips. She cupped her hand, and whispered into her ear, giving me a seductive wink. Those two were the farthest thing from vanilla, and exactly what I needed.
I grabbed the bottle, leaving the glass behind, and headed toward one of the rooms in the back. Miles lived in the one on the right. It worked for him because he didn’t have to pay rent, and it worked for us because he could keep an eye on the clubhouse when the rest of us went home.
I lived there for a while after Dad died, because it was easy to get drunk and stumble to the closest bed, but there was never any separation from work, obligations and fun.
The only home I ever knew was the one I shared with Dad, but I couldn’t bring myself to go back there. I was tough as shit, could take a beating that would leave me clinging to life, but I couldn’t face the memories scattered in every room of the house I grew up in.
I turned into a bitter drunk that the guys had to carry to bed at night, and throw in an ice cold shower in the morning. My anger and guilt consumed me, and it probably would have ruined me if Kade didn’t offer me a place to stay. Once I left the clubhouse, things slowly fell back into place. Six months later, I was finally able to return home.
Nothing changed, except Dad wasn’t there, but at that point I had become so numb to the pain that it didn’t matter. Even now, looking at the room I spent so many nights in had no effect on me. It was just a room.
I pushed into the other room, and sunk into the worn cushions of the old leather sofa. Moments later, Tammy and Donna walked in, closing the door behind them with a giggle. They stood in front of me, and I took a swig from the bottle of Jack.
I lifted my chin, urging them to start the festivities. Tammy moved toward Donna, her lips stopping just shy. She moved her head as if she was going to go in and didn’t. She was teasing the shit out of her and me. I sunk farther into the couch, and adjusted my cock.
Donna took control and went in, wrapping her hand around Tammy’s head and crushing her lips to hers. Tammy’s hands ran up Donna’s leg, across her stomach and right to her tits. She pinched
the tight bead through the thin t-shirt between her fingers. Their lips touched, but not completely, giving me an amazing view of their tongues sliding against each others.
Tammy’s head fell back as Donna dragged her tongue down her neck, and lifted Tammy’s shirt over her head. She tossed the tiny tank top to the other side of the room and ripped her red lace bra down. Tammy’s massive tit’s popped loose, and Donna bent her head, taking a nipple in her mouth while she rubbed the other.
I stroked my cock beneath my jeans, enjoying the show they were putting on for me. Donna continued to move down Tammy’s body and, when her tongue swiped just above the band of Tammy’s skirt, she yanked the material straight off her body.
The jean skirt pooled at Tammy’s heels, revealing a matching red lace thong. Donna didn’t waste a second, tearing the thong aside and diving tongue first into Tammy’s pussy. She swiped her tongue across Tammy’s clit, and Tammy knotted her fingers in Donna’s hair as her head fell back.
“That’s right, baby, eat my fucking pussy,” Tammy demanded with that little slut mouth of hers. “Eat it,” she forced Donna’s face into her sloppy cunt, and Donna obliged by grabbing Tammy’s ass and pulling her even closer still.
Tammy let out a loud moan, and then ripped Donna by her hair and bent down. “Did you like how that tasted, you dirty whore?”
Donna bit her lip, and the movement reminded me of Sunshine. I refused to think about her now, so I shook the thought from my head and continued watching the two sluts in front of me.
Tammy smashed her lips to Donna’s, thrusting her tongue deep before pulling back. “Mmm, I taste good, don’t I?”
“So good,” Donna said, swiping a finger across Tammy’s cunt, and then bringing it to her lips.
Tammy smiled, and then grabbed Donna’s hand, guiding her over to me. Tammy gripped Donna’s shoulder, and forced her to her knees in between my legs. Donna unzipped my pants, and my cock sprang free.
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