Severed Justice (Severed MC Book 3)

by K. T Fisher

  There’s nothing glamorous about being a club whore. The old ladies despise us. The men use us. I’ve never been foolish enough to believe that this was the way to become an old lady, unlike some of the stupid bitches I work with. I knew from the start that Satan wouldn’t take an old lady. His reputation was one of using and disposing of women, more often than not violently. But like a moth to a flame I was drawn to him. Just being in the same room as him was a rush to my system. While the other bikers would use me and fuck me, I’d imagine it was Satan. I spent a lot of time lost in my imagination. Thinking of the life I craved with him, but I would never get.

  I can’t blame my upbringing. It was fairly normal compared to most. I had a mother and father, who both worked to pay the bills, leaving my sister Maggie and I alone most of the time. We weren’t mistreated, but we weren’t overcome with affection either. Most of the club whores are from broken homes, or they’ve fallen into drug use on the streets. Satan was the only drug that I needed.

  My sister is slightly older than me, we weren’t close but she felt obligated to keep an eye on me. That’s how she ended up at the Carnal compound one night. She followed me. She took one look at me, naked and straddling a biker in the main room and she flipped. Maggie wasn’t mistaken for a whore like I had been. No, Maggie has more class than that. She always has had. She’d just finished giving me a piece of her mind, shouting and screaming at me while everyone watched. Her perfectly manicured finger pointing right in my face as Carnal’s president, Scalp walked in. My body tensed in fear for her. Scalp is a large, mean man. He doesn’t take shit from anyone, apart from Satan that is.

  Maggie was threatening to to drag me out by my hair, as Scalp looked on. My heart broke a little watching him devour her with his eyes. He had a primal look about him. Scalp spotted something in Maggie that night. From that moment he pursued her. On the plus side it got her off my ass, for Maggie, the attraction was mutual. It didn’t take him long to claim her. Maggie is his old lady now. How cruel fate can be. Why couldn’t I have had that with Satan?

  Maggie hated my obsession with Satan. She tried to cure me of it, but it was no good. I was hooked on all things Satan. I didn’t care about the blood and the scars, because he gave them to me. I began to think that although never bought me anything or loved me, the scars he gave me were gifts from him and I wore them with pride.

  I might have been a whore, but Satan was the only man I slept with without a condom. Maggie was the one who realized I was pregnant, even before I did. Knowing the danger I was in, she shipped me off, found me a place to live, and sent me money. Yes I had my baby, but I wasn’t happy. I missed my life. I missed Satan.

  A couple of years later she relented and let me come home. I was so happy, until she broke my heart. She took one look at my golden haired angel and claimed him as her own. Scalp and Maggie adopted my baby boy, telling everyone he was a relative of hers that had lost his mother. I’ve spent the last three years watching him grow up from the sidelines. That almost broke me. I knew that Maggie was right; he’d have a better life with her as his mother. He’d grow up and be part of the club, he’d have the protection of Scalp and the rest of the bikers, and he’d have a seat at the table one day, maybe even run the club. What could I offer him?

  Danger and loneliness.

  Because I’m a club whore, I don’t even have the privilege of him calling me Auntie. I’m invisible to him. Every time I see him, it hurts. He looks more like me than Satan, but no one has ever made the connection. He’s the only part of Satan I have left, but he doesn’t remember me. It’s Maggie that he calls mother.

  I finger the baby bootie charm on my bracelet, thinking of the future. When I’ve taken my revenge on Severed I’m going to take my son and move away from here. Somewhere far away, where they’ll never find us. I’ll tell my son all about his father. I’ll tell him how his father was murdered. And then, when he’s old enough, he can come back and seek revenge himself. Severed will pay for what they’ve done for generations to come.

  Chapter Nine

  Elle

  Ink dragged me away from everyone in the yard, and into our room. As he held tightly onto my wrist, pulling me in his direction, he was quiet. That scared me. Ink doesn’t do quiet. That means he’s furious with me. I try to prepare myself for the argument to come.

  Closing the door behind us, he folds his arms across his chest and glares at me. I stare right back, until I can’t take anymore. “Are we just going to stand here having a staring competition all day?”

  Ink releases his arms and charges over to me. I back myself up against the wall, finding an angry Ink invading my personal space. He’s so close his breath touches my face. I can smell him. I almost allow myself to relax then, because I love that smell, but I can’t. Ink still looks really pissed off.

  “What the fuck was that out there?” He roars.

  I shrug my shoulders, avoiding eye contact.

  “Elle, you’d better fucking answer me!”

  Anger bubbles up inside of me. Why the fuck am I getting this shit from him?

  Emma came to my home, uninvited I might add. Did he really expect me to just take it? Hell no!

  I glare up at Ink. “How about you ask your precious new employee? How the fuck was I supposed to act, when she strolls in here like it’s nothing? I live here. She showed no fucking respect!”

  Ink doesn’t say anything. I decide to carry on.

  “Teresa told me Emma was in the yard and I ran out there. I was so fucking pissed! This is my home. She shouldn’t be here in my home. Once I saw her I couldn’t hold it in. I tried, but when she pushed me back, I snapped.” I let out a little laugh. “Bitch gave as good as she got though.”

  I rub my jaw where she managed to land a solid punch. She doesn’t look like much of a fighter, but she sure surprised me.

  Through my rant, I couldn’t look at Ink. I look back at him now. What I see confuses me. He doesn’t look pissed anymore. He still looks a little angry, but there’s something else there. If I’m not mistaken, it’s a look of lust.

  “You fucking drive me mad woman.” He growls.

  “What?” I’m confused.

  “I brought you in here to ream you out, but the way you just said all that shit, fucking turned me on.”

  My eyes widen, is he serious?

  Ink moves in closer. I can feel his hardness. Fuck, he is turned on. What did I say that had that effect on him?

  “When you talk about this place being your home, fuck baby it turns me on.”

  “Really?” I’m shocked.

  Ink growls in my ear, making me shiver. “Fuck, yes. Hearing you staking your claim on me, talking about this shithole being your home, and looking all tough. Shit, Elle. All that makes me want to fuck you so badly right now.”

  His words light a fire within me. I return his kiss with equal determination. Ink quickly has my dress over my head, and my underwear ripped away from me. His lips come crashing back down on mine. I moan in bliss. His hands wander over my body, feeling and squeezing. I move my hands on his body. I don’t want to feel all this leather and denim. I want to feel his warm skin. I want my fingers to trace the ridges of his muscles, and to let my hands skim over his beautiful tattoos. I carefully remove his leather cut and his black shirt. I pause to look at him. Fuck me, he’s gorgeous. I surprise Ink when I pick up his leather vest, offering it to him, a silent request for him to put it back on. He does and smiles about it. I think he loves the fact that I want to see him in in all his biker glory.

  Sinking to my knees, I undo his belt and then his jeans. Slowly pulling them down his strong thighs. I leave them down at his ankles, smoothing my hands back up his legs. His legs are strong, and sexy as fuck. I grip his boxers and quickly pull them down. I want him on display for me.

  When his boxers have joined his jeans round his ankles, I allow myself to look at his glorious cock. It’s mean looking, thick and covered in pulsing veins. I lick up his length, teasing both him
and myself. Cupping his heavy balls, I wrap my mouth around his swollen tip, causing Ink to hiss in pleasure.

  I sneak a peek up, as I slowly take all of him, including his piercing, into my mouth. Ink has his head leant back against the wall. His teeth are biting down on his bottom lip, as I suck harder and faster. His hands come to rest on my head, grabbing a fist full of hair, as he starts to fuck my mouth without mercy.

  Suddenly I’m pulled away from his cock, and lifted. Ink turns us, pushing me back against the wall. He grabs a condom from the drawer. When he’s protected, he positions himself at my entrance. He doesn’t enter me, and I moan in impatience. Ink grabs hold of my face, looking me right in the eye.

  “I love you woman.” Then he thrusts his length into me. I gasp not just at his words, but from the pleasure of his cock buried deep inside me as well.

  Ink fucks me hard, shoving his dick in and out as though it’s the last time we’ll get to make love. My screams fill the room. I’m pretty sure the whole clubhouse can hear me. Right now, I don’t give a shit about anyone else. All I care about is making sure Ink keeps on fucking me with his amazing cock. If he stops, I swear to God I will kill him!

  It’s not long before Ink’s thrusting gets out of control, that means he’s going to climax. I can feel my own orgasm creeping up on me. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Ink!” I yell loudly.

  This makes him growl. Unbelievably he works his cock harder and faster. “I’m gonna come!” I scream.

  I bite down on Ink’s shoulder as an intense orgasm overtakes me, spreading through the whole of my body. I hear Ink growl loudly, and then feel the pulsing of his cock as he fills the condom.

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  That night we lay in bed, snuggled together. My head on Ink’s chest, as his arm gently caresses the base of my back. I think about the words he gifted me with earlier. I lift my head to look at him, his eyes are half closed, but he notices.

  We look at each other for a while, until he breaks the silence. “I meant what I said.”

  I nod my head. “I know. I love you too.”

  I’ve wanted to say those words for a while now, but I was scared he wouldn’t say them back. Ink’s belly moves up and down as he laughs gently. “I think I already knew that from that fit you pitched outside, babe.”

  “I’m sorry, but everything I said is true.” One thing has changed though, from the moment he told me that he loved me, my fears about Emma have faded.

  Ink’s face turns serious. “You don’t have anything to worry about, baby. You’re the only for me, I’m not interested in anyone else.” He sighs. “I know you don’t like it, but Emma’s good for the shop. Fuck, I’ve never had so many guys come in and ask about tattoos. They’re just using the shop as an excuse to meet her, but it’s making me money.”

  I scrunch up my nose. “Isn’t that a little bit like pimping?”

  This causes Ink to shake with laughter. I can’t help my big, wide smile as I watch Ink laugh like a child. I realize my worries are wasted. Ink has beaten his demons; he’s told me he loves me. He no longer has problems with his insecurities about love, and that makes me so happy. I know I’m special to him. My hatred for Emma lessens, only a little though, as she did sleep with my man. At the end of the day she didn’t know Ink was with me. That was all on Ink, and I forgave him. That means I will also need to forgive Emma. It will be hard, but it has to be done.

  Ink stops laughing, and grabs onto my face, giving me a panty-melting kiss. “We’re solid, baby.”

  Then he makes love to me again, in the way that only Ink can. Hard and kinky, and I love it.

  That night, I fall asleep with no worries at all. A huge weight has been lifted from me, and I’m finally able to relax.

  Chapter Ten

  Ink

  I can’t believe how lucky I am to have found Elle, nor how stupid I am to have nearly lost it all with that fucking stupid episode in the tattoo shop with Emma. I think we’re okay now, but I’m going to have to try harder to make sure Elle understands she really is the only woman for me now.

  I’m sitting at the bar drinking a coffee before heading to the shop when one of the prospects walks in looking confused.

  “What’s up?” I question. He hands an envelope over to me.

  “Found this fastened to the gate when I got there this morning. Not sure what it is. I don’t get a good vibe from it though.” Typical bloody Gypsy. Daft sod thinks he has some kind of second sight. He’s always having his leg pulled as a result. A lot of the guys think he’s too soft to patch in, but I’m not so sure. There have been a couple of times when he’s said something and later been proved right. I don’t believe in all this hocus pocus shit, but I don’t disbelieve in it either.

  I take the envelope and inspect it. Looks like any other envelope you’d buy from the post office, aside from the pasted on letters that have been cut out of a newspaper and addressed it to Severed MC. What the fuck? It’s probably some sick joke is all, but just in case I decide to take it to Prez. He’d kick my ass if I didn’t take it seriously. All this crap with Satan may be over, but it’s left the club in a heightened state of awareness. It’s still too recent, some wounds still too raw for us to have gone back to normal yet.

  I thank Gypsy then go in search of Prez. I rap on the door, the letter and my coffee in my other hand. Hey, what can I say; I need my morning caffeine fix. “Yo, you in there Prez?”

  He yells for me to come in. Prez is sitting slouched at his desk, his legs on the tabletop. Teresa will kill him for having his boots on. He’s such a pussy when it comes to his old lady. He sees me looking at the boots on the desk and just laughs. He knows exactly what I’m thinking.

  “What’s up Ink? Your old lady planning any more fights today? Might have to sell tickets next time.” He smirks. “Take a seat.” He gestures to the worn sofa where I see Angel already sitting. I hand the envelope over to Prez before easing myself down and taking a seat next to my friend.

  “Gypsy brought this in. Found it fastened to the front gate. Says he’s got one of his feelings about it.” I offer.

  Prez looks the envelope over carefully. There’s nothing much to see other than the glued on letters. Taking a knife from the pen pot he slices the envelope open, revealing an A4 sheet covered in yet more cut out writing. He glances over it, a frown on his face before passing it over to Angel to read. I look over his shoulder.

  Severed MC

  You’re gonna pay for what you did to Satan

  Say goodbye to someone you love

  If this is serious I can’t believe that fucker Satan is still haunting the club from beyond the grave. Not that he’s got a proper grave. We buried him traitor style in the backwoods.

  Prez looks over to us. “What ya think, Angel? Should we take it seriously?”

  Angel scratches his head, deep in thought, before answering. “I dunno Prez. I can’t think of anyone who’d want to revenge that piece of shit brother of mine. There’s no other family, and even his own club disowned him. Doesn’t make sense.”

  Angel’s right. I can’t think of anyone who’d want to avenge Satan. The guy brought nothing but misery. I shake my head at Prez’s silent question when he looks at me.

  “I guess I’d best call Scalp, set up a meeting with the Carnal guys. See if they’ve heard anything.” Angel and I agree with him. Whilst we’ll never be best buddies with Carnal, we’ve reached an understanding. We stay out of each other’s way. They’re not pushing their drugs in Severed and that’s all we want.

  Prez has a short conversation on his phone; I assume it’s with Scalp. When he hangs up the phone he sighs loudly. “Scalp’s none the wiser but he’s agreed to meet up with us at two. Get Cowboy in here, I want the four of us to go.” Prez informs us.

  “You think this is serious then boss?” I ask.

  “I dunno Ink, but after what the club’s been through this past few months I can’t risk ignoring it. Let’s see what Scalp has to say before we decide how to play it. Just keep your e
yes and ears open. I’ll double the security shifts, and just to be safe we’ll keep eyes on our women as well.” He sighs, knowing how welcome a move that will be. Teresa will throw a hissy fit as usual.

  “The girls can be pissed all they like,” Angel mutters. “They go out with prospects or they’re on lockdown. Simple choice.” He’s right. The girls hate lockdown even more than being escorted.

  “Angel, get the prospects sorted. Ink, you go round up Cowboy. He’s probably sleeping off his hangover again.” There’s no anger in Prez’s words, just concern for his friend. Cowboy hasn’t been the same since everything with Satan. He can’t forgive himself for not saving Disney’s sister. He’s been taking it out on the bottle instead. I wish I knew what to do to help my old friend escape his demons.

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