by Blue Remy
“Well, then… seems you’re just missing one thing, lil darlin’.”
“What’s that?”
With an even bigger grin, he shows us what he’s been hiding behind him—her cut. He helps her into it, then pulls her into a bear hug.
“Are you going to tell him or should I?” she asks me.
“Hey, Pop. Raven tells me you’re getting that grandbaby you wanted.”
“What? You’re…” He trails off, looking down at her stomach. “Are you okay? Do you need to sit… something to eat, drink?”
“I’m fine, Chopper.” She giggles. “It’ll be a while before I’m even showing.”
“Doesn’t matter. That’s my blood in there.” He points to her stomach. “I’m going to spoil you rotten ’til he gets here, then when he does, I’ll do the same to him.”
“How do you know it’s a ‘him’?” I ask.
“I just do.” He turns back to Raven. “I’m going to get you some food.”
When he leaves, I pull her into my arms, and whisper in her ear, “Happy?”
“I am now.”
“Me, too. Things are finally the way they’re supposed to be. Next order of business is to get you in front of a preacher as soon as possible.”
She turns to face me, her eyes filled with love.
“I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“Yeah. No getting rid of me then.”
“Who says I want to? You’re stuck with me, Gage Hunter.”
“The same way you’re stuck with me, Raven Alvarez.”
She smiles and presses her cheek to my chest. I take a deep breath, praying for morning so I can take her home; take my woman, my child to my house, my bed, where they belong.
Ain’t no way I’m letting her go again.
A Casino.
A Rival MC.
A Mob Family.
Dane, President of the Savage Angels MC Tourmaline Chapter, sends Rebel to Las Vegas to negotiate their purchase of a casino. When the local Mob Family in Vegas feels threatened by their presence, a rival MC, The Dark Warriors step in to protect what they consider their territory.
The Warriors are a ruthless club who will stop at nothing in their pursuit of power.
An innocent woman catches Rebel's attention which serves to give the Warriors a brand new target. Ruby is caught in the crossfire and with a rat in the mix, all bets are off. Will Rebel be able to save his woman and close the Casino deal or will he lose it all to the Dark Warriors?
Chapter one
Cage
Savage Angel MC Vegas Chapter
My bandana’s over my face, protecting me from the grit coming up off the road. It’s hot, and the trip to Tourmaline is long. Our President, Kingston – King – nominated Cooper and I to ride out, and escort Rebel back to Vegas. There’s some sort of real estate deal going down, and the Tourmaline Chapter is putting it together.
Up ahead is a roadhouse which Cooper points to, signalling he wants to pull in. We’ve been riding for two days and I could use a little R&R. We park the bikes, and as I dismount, I groan as my muscles stretch out in protest.
“Getting fucking old, old man,” says Cooper with a chuckle.
“Fuck you. Tell me we’re going to stop for some sleep and food?” I ask.
“And pussy. We’ll stay here overnight, and get back on the road tomorrow. We are ahead of schedule anyway, so one night isn’t going make a difference.”
I nod, and walk into the roadhouse. It’s six p.m., and the place is packed, some onlookers are staring at us, but as soon as they see our colors, they avoid us. The music is loud, and I head for a booth in the back. Cooper follows, and catches the eye of one waitress. He’s six foot three with dark shoulder length hair and a goatee. I’m six foot five with dirty blond hair and goatee.
I slide into the booth, and Cooper sits opposite me. “I’m starving. Do you think this place does a good steak?”
“Cage, the place is packed, if the food sucked, it probably fucking wouldn’t be.”
A smile spreads across his face and I turn to see what he’s staring at. The waitress makes her way toward us, smiling seductively at him. We have often shared women, and I hope the waitress is up for it.
“Well, hello, honey! Welcome to the Rocking Red Roadhouse where burgers are our specialty. Now, handsome, what can I get you?”
Her skin-tight shorts fit snugly over her ass, and her tank top looks like a second skin over her breasts, so much so, that her nipples are poking straight out. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail, and although she’s not beautiful, she has a pretty face. It’s been close to a week since I’ve dipped my wick, and just looking at her tits makes my dick hard.
“My friend here, Cage, is looking forward to a steak, you do those well here, too?”
She flicks her gaze to me; I don’t think she realized I was sitting across the table. Slowly a smile crosses her face, and she places both hands on the table and leans down toward me, giving me a view of her impressive cleavage.
“Now, Cage, we do steak here, but honey, you don’t want it well done, you want it bloody and still moving across the plate to fully appreciate it.” She trails a finger from her mouth to her breast then licks her lips.
“Sounds good and a beer,” I say staring at her finger and her tits.
As she straightens, I see her looking at Cooper. “How about you?”
“The same, and send over a large serving of buffalo wings so we don’t starve to death before they fucking get here.”
“What type of beer?”
“Anything in a bottle, but has to be American, none of that imported shit,” replies Cooper.
I nod and smile at her. “Any chance we could find a place to stay for tonight?”
She looks from me to Cooper and smiles. “I think we can find you a place.”
We both watch her ass as she moves away, and when I finally look up, Cooper is studying me.
“What?”
“Why do you think the Tourmaline Chapter is wanting to get involved in real estate in Vegas?”
“Money, Coop, it’s always about the money,” I reply.
He nods. “Yeah, but Vegas? You think they’re trying to buy into one of the casinos?”
“No, no way will the licensing board commit to letting an MC into a casino. Besides, most of us have criminal records.”
Our little waitress returns and places our beers in front of both of us. Instinctively, we both reach out and touch her ass. She doesn’t even flinch, instead she smiles and walks away.
“Think we’re getting lucky tonight,” I murmur as I place the cold bottle against my lips and tip it up. The liquid slides down my throat and I welcome it.
We sit in silence for a while, both of us scanning the room, making sure there are no surprises in the busy crowd. The waitress comes back with our wings.
“What time do you finish?” asks Cooper.
“I’m done in an hour, I’ve been here all day. You got any cash?” she asks.
I grin at her. “Yeah, babe, we tip well. Got a hot shower and a bed for the night, too? We’ll tip better than normal.”
“I could call a girlfriend—”
“We don’t need a girlfriend, we just need you.” Cooper grins.
“And a bed,” I say.
She looks from Cooper, to me, and back again, weighing it up.
Cooper pulls out his wad of cash and peels off a fifty. “Two more beers, babe, and keep ‘em coming.”
She takes the fifty, her eyes never leaving his wad and says, “Two more beers comin’ up.”
Cooper looks at me and smiles. He always carries around a bankroll, and women, like this one, assume he’s going to give it to them, he doesn’t. He will leave her with some cash, but nothing compared to what she thinks we’ll leave.
“The all mighty dollar wins again,” I say with a grin.
“Well, you don’t think it’s your fucking good looks, do you, Cage?”
“You want top, or bottom, or
are we doing her one at a time?” I ask, my dick getting hard at the thought.
“Let’s let her decide. Something tells me she won’t care, though.”
I raise my eyebrows up and down, and take another long swig of my beer.
Cooper nods and grins. “Yeah, man, I think you’re right.”
***
The steaks were good, and our waitress has taken us to her home. It’s a run-down house, but it’s clean inside. We’ve parked around back so no one knows we’re here.
The waitress is standing in her kitchen, looking slightly unsure of herself. I watch with a smile as Cooper goes up to her, cups her face and kisses her. He tilts her head to the side and looks at me, but doesn’t break the kiss. Her eyes are closed, and I grab her ponytail twisting it around my fist and bite her neck. For a moment, she stiffens, but as our hands roam her body she relaxes.
She tastes like sweat and grease, and her hair smells of smoke. I reach around the front of her and undo her shorts; they fall easily to the floor. Cooper grabs the hem of her tank and pulls it up over her head. I stand back and look at her while Cooper resumes kissing her; she’s wearing a matching set lace bra and panties. She’s a little too thin for my taste, but I’m so fucking horny, I don’t care.
I drop to my knees behind her, hook my fingers around the thin fabric of her panties, and pull them down. I trail my fingers up her smooth skin to her slit, where she’s wet and hairless. I slide my fingers in and out of her while Cooper sucks on her nipples. A moan escapes her, and she pushes her ass back toward my face, with my other hand, I slap it. Slowly I stand, dragging my palms up her torso as I do.
Cooper steps back and says, “Time to take this to your bedroom, sweetheart, lead the way.” She steps out of our embrace then runs down the hallway, and through a doorway.
“Guess she’s keen.” I smirk.
“Yeah, Brother, you want to fuck her, or get a blow job?”
“Think I want to fuck her, you cool with that?” I ask.
“Yeah, make sure you wrap it before you fuck it.” He chuckles.
“Will do. You go in first while I get myself prepared.”
He smiles, and goes in search of our fuck buddy while I strip off, and grab a condom out of my wallet. I slide it over my cock and stroke myself, when I know I’m close, I go into the bedroom.
Cooper has her on all fours on the bed, he grips her head and pushes himself in and out of her mouth. He smiles at me as I get on the bed, and place myself between her legs; slowly I push myself into her.
She moans and Cooper says, “Yeah, babe, keep that up, I love a hummer.”
He increases his speed, her moans turn into gagging sounds as I grip her hips, driving into her more forcefully, leaving fingerprint indents behind. We’ve done this so many times that we’re in sync with each other. We’re not attracted to men, but a threesome is a huge turn on, especially when you find a willing participant.
I watch as he pulls out of her mouth, shooting his load all over her face, then flops down on the bed beside us. I grab her ankles and pull her toward me.
“Back on your knees.”
She does as she’s told. I wrap her hair around my fist, forcing her head up and thrust back into her. She cries out, but doesn’t tell me to stop. This isn’t about her, it’s about us getting what we want – taking what we need – and she’ll get a payday.
My rhythm increases as I pull harder on her hair, this time she remains silent. The only noises that can be heard are my grunts as I reach my own release.
I release her hair and pull out, she falls down on the bed near Cooper. He grins at me and grabs his cock, stroking it, guess he’s not finished with her. For the moment I am done, I go in search of a shower.
Chapter TWO
Cooper
Savage Angels MC Vegas Chapter
The waitress had a good time. We don’t know her name, but she said if we were passing through again, to call in and say hello. It could have something to do with the three hundred dollars we left her.
We’re back on the road, and probably an hour out of Tourmaline. I’m looking forward to a beer and a bed, with – or without – a woman. I don’t mind a road trip, and the closer we get to this town, the cooler and prettier the scenery is, but I prefer to choose my own path.
I’ve met Dane Reynolds once, at a rally. He’s a huge motherfucker, and from the little I’ve observed of him, he’s hard, but fair. I’m sure that’s the only reason King sent us to him, so that he sees a familiar face.
Cage and I are going full throttle, wanting to get to our destination. I glance over at him, and he’s looking behind us, then he signals for us to pull over. I look over my shoulder and see a police cruiser. Fucking great.
As soon as there’s enough room for us to pull over, we do. I dismount and remove the bandana from my face, trying to make myself look as harmless as possible. Law enforcement generally regards us in a low light, and I don’t want to scare him into thinking we’re dangerous. I plaster a smile on my face, run a hand through my hair, and leave my hands out in front of me so that I don’t look like a threat. I glance at Cage, and he’s done the same.
The Officer takes his time, we watch him talk on his radio, no doubt checking up on us. When he finally gets out of his cruiser, my smile feels like it’s about to crack my face.
“Afternoon, Officer, guess we were going a little over the speed limit,” I say as Cage chuckles.
“License and registration, please.”
“It’s in my saddlebag, is it okay if I get it?” I ask.
He nods, and I open it slowly, grabbing my paperwork, when I look back to see him, his gaze flicks to Cage, who is also going through his saddlebags.
We hand over our papers, he takes them and goes back to his cruiser.
“You think we have a problem, Coop?”
“No. He’s just doing his job and we probably look like shit. Just be cool, Brother.”
He nods, but doesn’t divert his gaze from the Officer. We’ve had issues with law enforcement before, some of it deserved, and some of it didn’t. Sometimes the law want to be assholes to make a point, I’m hoping this isn’t one of those times.
The Officer slowly gets out of his cruiser, and walks toward us. He takes off his sunglasses, pins me with a look, and hands us back our papers.
“Gentlemen, you are on the outskirts of Tourmaline, I’m not sure if you are aware of this, as you are from Las Vegas, but the speed limit out here is sixty-five miles an hour, in the town itself, is twenty miles an hour.”
He sounds almost apologetic, like he’s trying to do us a favor. His tone and manner take me by surprise.
“Thank you, Officer. We appreciate the warning, and we’ll be sure to stick to the speed limit in the future.”
“Yeah, man. It won’t happen again,” replies Cage.
He nods, smiles and says, “We don’t need, or want, any trouble. You boys staying, or going back to Vegas soon?”
“We’ll be here one day, maybe two. Then we’re homeward bound, we’re here to escort someone back.” I watch as he raises his eyebrows, and realize I may have divulged too much.
“Really? One of the local boys is leaving? Now, which one would that be?”
“Not sure, we just do as we’re told,” Cage answers, “You know what the fucking hierarchy can be like in any organization. We’re soldiers and follow orders.”
The Officer nods. “No ticket this time boys, we won’t give you a second warning.” He tips his hat and goes back to his cruiser. We watch as he drives away, then we stare at each other.
“You ever had the law not issue a ticket before? Like, fucking ever?” I ask.
“No Coop, that’s a fucking first. You think this Chapter has them on payroll?”
“Could be, guess we’ll find out. Can’t be too fucking far away now, I’m sure he wouldn’t have strayed too far from his hometown.”
We get back on our rides, pull our bandanas up, put sunglasses on, and ride onwar
d, toward Tourmaline.
Chapter three
Dane
President of Savage Angels MC
The Clubhouse is a hive of activity today, as we all wait for the Brothers from Vegas to arrive. Bear is tending bar, and as usual, he has a grin plastered across his big hairy face. Out of all the members, he is the most jovial. Jonas waits with me as he nurses a beer, he’s my VP and there’s no one I trust more.
“Prez, where’s Rebel?” asks Jonas.
“Reb’s in his room, he’s getting his shit together for the ride.” Jonas nods and turns his attentions to the pool tables where there’s a doubles match going on. “You think Judge and Keg will beat Kade and Zeke?”
“Kade is too damned ornery to let them win, he’ll fight dirty if he has to.” I grin.
Jonas cocks an eyebrow at me, grabs his beer, and wanders over to the tables. Dirt takes his place at the table.
“Dane, you sure about sending Rebel?” asks Dirt, my Sergeant at Arms.
“We’ve been over this. Reb is a good choice, he’s loyal to me – to us – and he’s not high up in the MC. He won’t be a threat to the Vegas Chapter. We need them to warm up to our idea of buying a casino, even if we are silent fucking partners. Dirt, Brother, we’re expanding into their territory, and sure, they’ll get a cut, but most of the profits will come here, and to the Abruzzi family. We need to play this one smart, and very fucking safe.”
He nods, and I know from his manner that he’s not convinced. I’m not discussing it any further, the decision has been made, and if all goes well, we will all make a lot of money. I stand and head for the bar, and like the good man Bear is, he immediately gets me another bottle.
“Give me two, Bear.” He gives me a questioning look, but does as he’s told. I grab them both, and walk toward Rebel’s room.
Rebel stands next to his bed with his hands on his hips, staring at the wall. Slowly he moves his head in my direction, and I hold out a beer to him. He closes the gap between us, and takes it.
“Thanks, Prez,” he says as he takes a huge swallow.
