“Come on, man,” he said and grabbed the injured Los Ahn guy.
“Talon,” I said. “We have to ride right now.”
We both walked backward slowly to our motorcycles and watched as the Los Ahn guys collected themselves. They got back on their rides, the tall guy staring right at me. I felt something go through me that I didn’t like.
“A warning,” the Los Ahn guy said and pointed his fingers at me like it was a gun. “Next time, the gun will be loaded.”
“Fuck you,” Talon said. “You can’t beat us.”
All three of them laughed and then kicked up dust as they rode away. The guy I had shot was only able to ride with one arm, leaving him going slow and labored.
“What the fuck was that?” Talon asked.
“You tell me.”
Nothing else was said from that moment until we rode back to the lot. When we got there, a group of the guys were outside. Some were working on their rides, others were drinking and partying, but there was a sight I didn’t like at all. Three guys had three women on a table, doing lines off their flat stomachs. If they wanted to suck booze out of their belly buttons and have wild fun, that was fine. If they wanted to have the chicks naked and fuck them in front of everyone, so be it.
But drugs?
Right here in the open?
Before I could say a word, Talon was on the move.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He ran to the table just as one of the guys (some asshole Nash recruited called Axy - what a fucking dumb name) had his nose down to the woman’s belly. Talon grabbed Axy by the back of his greasy hair and lifted his head up. He shoved Axy back and grabbed the woman, pulling her from the table. The white powder fell to the ground in a small cloud of dust. Talon swung the woman behind him as she gasped and cupped her breasts.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Axy yelled.
“Drugs?” Talon asked.
“I’m relaxing. Nash and Jasmine are working some shit out. So I’m…”
Talon threw a punch. Axy’s head snapped back and he stumbled. That’s when I ran forward and grabbed Talon. I pulled him back.
“Take it easy,” I warned. “Christ, Talon.”
“Fuck him,” Talon growled. “Piece of fucking shit.”
Talon moved away and I turned to face him. The woman who had been on the table just stood there, shocked, her hands still holding her breasts.
“Stupid fuck,” a voice said behind me.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Axy climbing up the table. He wiped the blood from his nose as I looked over my shoulder.
“Don’t be an asshole,” I warned Axy.
“Fuck you, Layne. Fuck you. Fuck Talon. Go fuck yourself.”
I felt Talon pushing at me. I hurried and tried to get Talon out of the way, but he was on the move. Axy had the balls to actually jump from the table, like he was going to land on Talon for a cheap move.
Fair enough, I thought.
Axy wanted a cheap move so I gave him one.
As he lept from the table, I threw my shoulder into Talon and knocked him out of the way. Axy came down as I threw my fist, connecting with his face. I’m pretty sure he was knocked out before his feet had a chance to touch the ground. He then hit the ground with a sickening thud that left everyone silent.
“Fuck,” Talon said.
I flexed my fist and looked around. The MC was a mess. My eyes met with Jagg, who was grinning like a fool.
This wasn’t the purpose of Devil Call MC.
I looked at Talon.
He was staring back at the clubhouse.
A second later, the door busted open and out came Jasmine. She was holding her cheek, crying. Nash appeared a moment later, calling her name.
“Fuck you!” she cried out. “I have no reason to be near you. Everyone knows how small your cock is!”
She kept running and nobody even gave a shit. Then again, everyone knew how this went. If you got involved with Nash’s personal life, you’d get hurt. And if you went near Jasmine when she was like this, she’d probably end up sucking your dick and you’d end up fucking her… and then Nash would kill you.
I watched as Nash forced a laugh. He then wiped his nose and shook his head. I figured maybe Jasmine had punched him in the face, but there was no blood. And he kept wiping his nose.
Talon was watching. His hands made into fists.
Shit… it’s getting worse.
7.
(Talon)
I watched as Lexa kissed up my chest, her eyes staring straight into mine. Her small hand gripped my cock tight, jerking me with force. She inched her body down closer to mine, letting me feel her hard nipples against my body. At my neck she nibbled a little with her teeth and moaned.
“Fuck, I want your cock inside me,” she purred like a dirty vixen.
I put my hands behind my head and had nothing to hide. I was just there for the ride. In her cramped little apartment, I was almost happy to have some distance from the clubhouse.
Fucking Axy had a shattered orbital bone and needed emergency surgery. He and Nash played it all off as a motorcycle accident, but not before Nash warned that me and Layne would have our own faces bashed in soon enough if we didn’t cut the shit. Layne was quick to bring up the drugs to Nash, who then proceeded to laugh it off.
We live on the edge of death, Layne. A line here and there ain’t going to take us down.
And, fuck, that was terrifying.
Lexa’s lips flirted with my ear as she positioned herself over me. She put her hands to my shoulders and braced herself. My cock was tall and hard, no need to guide it anywhere. She lowered herself a little and rubbed her wetness against my tip. I felt myself pulsing already, needing that high from releasing.
Lexa wiggled her tight little body, taking deep breaths, getting ready to take me inside her body. She inched down again and I tore her open one more time. She was in control, inching down and then popping back up from the pressure. Down and up, down and up, down and up, groaning and biting at her lip as she did so. Finally, she closed her eyes, clawed her nails hard into my shoulders, and just came down. I felt her so fucking tight against me, I groaned against the pressure at my cock. She was completely down on me now, my cock buried as deep as I could go.
When she looked down at me, her lips were trembling.
I finally took my hands from behind my head. I cupped her small breasts and moved her. Gently lifting her, forcing her to lift up on me. She did so with a whimper. All the way up and then right back down. That same wild, tight feeling, the same cries from her sweet mouth. I then grabbed Lexa at her waist and moved her myself. Up and down, letting her fuck me as I thrust up and fucked her. Our bodies slapped together thanks to her wetness. One of her hands slipped up to my face where she held my cheek. The other hand down to my chest. She leaned forward, probably trying to seek some kind of relief, but there was none with me. When I fucked, I fucked… hard.
I kept thrusting at her, holding her steady. My hungry mouth teased one of her nipples and then tasted her breast. I suckled at her, bringing her to a crying moan.
I picked up speed, my body needing the sense of relief and power of release. My hands were tight to Lexa’s waist as I pulled and pushed at her. I grunted each time I brought her down on me. She let out a cry of relief each time I lifted her. The damn bed didn’t stand a chance either as the headboard started to smack against the wall. The thudding only added to the entire scene.
I looked up at Lexa, her tits bouncing just an inch or so from my mouth. Her eyes were big, blue, and they were desperate to feel me finish.
At the last second, I took a hand from her waist and reached for the back of her neck. I pulled her down and kissed her as I started to come. My other hand went to the small of her back and held her right there, her pussy holding tight against my throbbing cock as I let it all go.
And, fuck, it felt really good.
When I got dressed, I left the bedroom and went to the small balcony
off Lexa’s apartment. She lived in a real shitty part of Brocke, but she seemed smart enough to survive. Plus, it wasn’t my problem. It was hers. I wasn't her savior and never would be.
As I stood outside, enjoying the sun on my face, trying to collect my thoughts, I heard the rumble of a motorcycle. I saw someone riding down the street. Black motorcycle, tall guy in a black t-shirt. He had slicked back black hair and black sunglasses. He looked at me for a second and then waved. I waved back. I saw a long tattoo on his right arm, some kind of intricate skull thing.
Just some asshole with a motorcycle, wearing all black, trying to be tough. The same kind of guy that probably thought he could fit in with Devil Call MC. And if we took him on and made him a prospect, he’d last twenty minutes before crying and running back to his nine-to-five-give-me-vacation-days-and-a-401(k) job.
“What are you doing?”
I turned and Lexa stood there with a sheet covering her body.
“Just getting some air,” I said with a grin.
She got closer to me, but I didn’t touch her. She didn’t touch me.
From the left I heard the motorcycle suddenly pick up power and speed, the engine echoing into the distance.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Lexa asked.
“Yeah. I got what I wanted. What I needed.”
She nodded. “I know it’s not my business… but you seem stressed out. That… that was kind of rough.”
I touched Lexa’s face and grinned. “I like it rough, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it. You stay put here and enjoy yourself. I’ll give you a shout.”
I walked by Lexa, ran a hand through my hair, and never looked back. I knew the peril of looking back. That was the kind of shit that got people into trouble. Big time.
I left the apartment, got on my motorcycle, and set out back to the clubhouse. It was unrested, out of control, and things felt like they were swelling bad. Nash had sent two prospects out to spy on Jasmine. There was a drug raid at the motel two nights ago and one of our prospects was in the mix of it. Lucky for us, he wasn’t wearing the Devil Call MC logo. So we had to vote on it and make him have a tragic accident while in a holding cell. He somehow tripped and fell into a wall and was killed.
Death was part of life, and death was definitely part of this life. But when shit got out of control, the bodies started to pile up and that was scary.
As I turned on the street where the clubhouse was, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A motorcycle was coming up the road. The same motorcycle that had been outside Lexa’s apartment. The same tall guy. The same black shirt. The same tattoo. And, fuck, the same stupid wave.
I could take the first time as coincidence. But two times?
Fuck no.
Something was happening.
Things only got worse when I turned into the lot and saw four Los Ahn motorcycles halfway up the lot, all in a line.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
8.
(Layne)
I wanted to call Talon the second I saw the motorcycles pull into the lot, but Nash told me not to. He then made his point very clear by opening his leather cut and showing me his gun.
Don’t fucking do a thing.
That left me standing in the mix of things in the lot. It was me, Buzzy, Gabel, Austin, Jagg, and three prospects. In front of us was Nash and Ax, the acting VP Devil Call MC. The guy was a moron. Worse than Axy, which made things even worse that Nash had two guys with damn near the same name. But Axy wasn’t going to be around for a while. He was recovering from surgery.
Two of my knuckles were still swollen from that punch I gave him, the punch that knocked him out and put him in surgery.
I watched as Nash shook hands with four guys from Los Ahn. They weren’t anyone important though, which bothered me even more. It wasn’t the President or VP. It wasn’t someone in control of money, drugs, or even arms. They were just regular patched in pieces of shit assholes from Los Ahn. It was a blatant symbol of weakness for us to be doing this.
I didn’t like being left on the outside of the conversation. Nash seemed happily animated as he waved his hands, grabbed the Los Ahn guys’ shoulders, and laughed. He turned around more than once, making him easily vulnerable for a bullet to the back. Ax didn’t have a weapon drawn, just in case. Christ, nobody had weapons drawn. This was some kind of peaceful meeting with a known enemy.
I started to creep forward when I felt someone grab my arm. It was Jagg. He gritted his teeth and nodded toward the clubhouse. We slinked back together and went into the clubhouse. Jagg made a line for the bar and grabbed two beers. He slid one to me.
“What the fuck?” I asked.
“What?”
“You don’t want to be out there?”
“Do you?”
I took a drink from my beer. “Los Ahn?”
“He’s working this shit,” Jagg said. “Look at the clubhouse. Look at Axy.”
“Look at him,” I said. “Can he open his eye yet?”
Jagg laughed. “You fucking drilled him.”
“Drugs,” I said.
Jagg leaned over the bar. “Bro, what do you think is going on out there?”
Jagg walked from behind the bar and patted me on the shoulder. I looked over my shoulder, trying to let it all ride through my mind.
“Wait a second, Jagg. What are you…”
Jagg had his hand on the door. He pulled it open. “There’s going to be a change, Layne. Whether we like it or not. Who is going to make the change?”
When Jagg left, I went back to my beer. I drank it fast and didn’t know what to think or what to believe anymore. The silent clubhouse gave me an eerie sense of what was to come.
This can’t happen.
“Hey, Layne…”
I looked to my left and saw Rissa approaching the bar. She was wearing a way too tight white t-shirt with a red bra showing through it. Her hair was ratty and messy, but her face pretty. I sighed when I saw her, wondering what could have been for her. Something knocked her off the right side of the tracks.
“Hey,” I said. I spun around as I sat on a barstool. She kept coming, her legs showing through cutoff shorts with holes in them. I could definitely see way too much of her, but I didn’t care. “Getting dangerous around here.”
“I like danger,” Rissa said. She put her hands to my shoulders and leaned in. “I love danger.”
I reached up and cupped one of her breasts. I needed to be outside right now. I needed to figure out what Nash was doing.
But Rissa wasn’t going to let me get out of the clubhouse. Then again, I wasn’t putting up a fucking fight.
Her hands moved down my body and went right for my jeans. That’s where she set her eyes as she opened my jeans. Her little hand moved inside my jeans and boxers, finding my cock. She pulled me out, her hand sliding up and down my shaft fast and hard already. That was one thing I liked about Rissa. She knew the clubhouse, the life, and how it went. That meant she knew time was precious and she needed to move fast.
Within a few seconds Rissa was on her knees, propped up tall, hovering over my cock. Her hair fell all around her face when she unclipped it. I felt her breath on my cock a second before her mouth slid over me. Her lips, mouth, tongue, inched down with speed. She went right into it. She sucked as she moved down and up, taking most of my cock with each movement of her mouth. When she came up for air, her hand took over for a few seconds, her tongue playing and teasing at the tip of my cock.
I put my head back and drank more beer, keeping a close eye on the door. Part of me knew I needed to lift my knee and tell Rissa we’d finish this up later. But a better part of me realized just how fucking good it felt. Not to mention when she moved back down at me, she took all of me. And when she did, she groaned. I thrust up and stayed with her, moaning.
I let out a hiss and grabbed her hair at the back of her head.
“Fuck…”
She groaned again and kept moving.
Up and down. Taking me again and
again. The sound of her mouth slid up and down my shaft, bringing me right to the edge. I grunted as Rissa kept going. I felt the rush coming and there was no stopping it. When I started to come, I pushed at the back of Rissa’s head. She came down on me hard again and stayed there, taking me as I came. I took my hand from her head and hissed, letting her keep taking care of me. Her mouth pulled all the way back to the tip of my cock and then back down. She stayed with me until I was completely done.
When Rissa pulled away from me, she stood up and pulled her hair back. She stayed close to me, her body inches from mine. My hands grabbed her at her waist and I looked up at her. She just stared down at me, smirking, knowing that she was good at it.
“Get the fuck out of here,” I said. “I don’t know what’s going to be coming through that door.”
“Aw, you care about me?”
“No. I don’t. Just don’t want you to end up dead. I like your mouth.”
Rissa laughed. “Just wait until you have my ass.”
She turned and strutted away, my eyes glued to her ass.
After seeing all the bullshit with Nash and Jasmine, I knew better than to fall for a woman. It would only mess things up even more. Women rotted men’s brains and tore up their hearts.
But Rissa’s mouth and ass…
I laughed and stood from the bar.
Back outside, it was the same fucking scene. There was Nash still hanging out with the Los Ahn guys. We were all hanging back. The only real difference now was that Ax had his gun out. Except… Ax had his gun pointed back at us. Like we were the fucking enemy.
I moved to the side of the group near a railing and looked toward the front of the lot. I heard the sound of a motorcycle just before seeing Talon make the turn and come into the lot.
“Shit,” I whispered.
I started to move, but Talon was on the move. He stopped his ride and jumped off it. His gun was out a second later, pointed at the Los Ahn guys.
“Talon!” I yelled.
“What the fuck is this?” he yelled. “Why are they here?”
BEFORE THE PATCH – book one (A Devil Call MC Book) Page 4
