Sanctuary Within the Breed (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 1)

by Ryder Dane

  They heard the bike rumble and she went to the door to watch them leave. She felt like crying, but held back her tears. She should have done more to keep David clean herself. She hated the knowledge that he was with a virtual stranger, it didn’t matter that Bruin was his father. He’d never been around while David was growing up, even though he knew of his son’s existence. Hopefully, this act of parenthood wasn’t too much too late. She turned to look at the men sitting around the big room with the few items of furniture. It was time for her to go home and pick up her life. She could hang around the apartment until the insurance company decided to determine what they would do. With David gone, and no other witnesses, they should pay for the building to be rebuilt. Sadly, the Swinger was only insured for property damage. She couldn’t afford to insure it for what it was really worth, so she would need to find a new vehicle.

  She had thought about it and decided to have the building rebuilt along the same set up that it was before the fire. She could live above the business, and that would save a lot of money each month, so she could actually afford car payments. That should work out pretty good. She went looking for Baron and found him talking to his club brothers, they seemed to be having a meeting, and she knew she wasn’t welcome. Gunner jerked his head sideways for her to leave. She didn’t argue. If she had a way to leave the property completely, she would be out of here.

  She rummaged through the cupboards and found pancake mix and decided to fix herself something to eat. Since she knew Baron hadn’t had time to scavenge anything for breakfast, she decided to make extra for him, knowing that most men would eat anything they didn’t have to cook, she decided to be nice and cook the entire box of mix, what didn’t get eaten could always go in the fridge for tomorrow if Baron wanted them. She mixed the buttermilk pancake mix and pulled a barstool over to the stove. She had this, no problem.

  There was a mountain of pancakes sitting on the counter by the time the men came looking for her. She had to snatch two of the cakes for herself before the mass of muscle grabbed them all. Baron slapped a big bottle of syrup down and helped himself to the paper plates, and a pile of pancakes. She was surprised that some of the men ate like starving wolves. No one was planning to take the food off their plates for crissakes. Preacher insisted on saying a prayer over the food. It was a good thing that his head was bowed and his eyes were closed in his sincere prayer, since several men filled their faces before his Amen was said.

  She moved her stool to the counter breakfast bar and ate her flat cakes and drank a hot cup of coffee. She was happy there were plenty of paper plates and plastic forks to go around, even if some of the men picked up the pancakes and ate them like a slice of bread. Not that she planned to clean the place again. One go around was enough for her. It was a beautiful home though. She could imagine sitting by the fireplace enjoying a drink with Baron, and Gunner. That kind of thinking will only lead to trouble, girlie. To daydream about a fantasy relationship with the two of them was pretty harmless, doing it too often would lead to heartache.

  The rain let up, and the weather report said there was more to come in the late afternoon. Everyone decided to take a chance and go to the clubhouse, or their own homes. She blushed when almost every man thanked her for cooking. That puzzled her, with so many of the club’s women there, how come none of them wanted to cook, aside from Bernie’s goulash that was. “Oh well, it’s not your problem now is it?” she asked herself. If they were this grateful for something as simple as pancakes, how grateful would they be for a real home cooked meal?

  Amy gathered the shirt and shorts that belonged to Charm, and the fuck me boots belonging to Freddie, and put them in a plastic bag. She’d washed the clothes when she washed Baron’s clothes. She was adequately covered for now, at least until she could get into her apartment and change into her own clothing.

  She watched the bikes leave and had to admit to herself that she envied the men riding the big machines. She’d only been on a bike twice in her life now, but she loved it. Baron’s arms came around her from behind and she smiled. “I have had a very interesting time with you these past couple of days. I almost hate to go back to real life.” She laughed a little. “Let’s hope the apartment manager hasn’t evicted me after all the problems this week. There is a clause in the lease about being disruptive to the other tenants. I might have to get a police report to show them, and hope they find some good in their hearts and let me stay.”

  His lips skimmed the skin under her ear and drifted down her neck. She leaned into the caress. She wanted to say screw it and fall back into that huge bed in the other room with him and stay there for the entire day. The problem with that would be the same reluctance to go home the next day. She pulled back from his arms, and he let her go.

  He looked unhappy when she turned to say something else, and she decided not to poke his grump buttons. What his problem was she had no idea, and she didn’t want to get involved any more than she was in his life. She watched Gunner walk into the room and she tried a smile for him, he smiled back, but it was a reserved smile, and she knew it was time to go. If she stayed, she was in for heartbreak.

  She walked to the door and waited for them to make up their minds whether to chance the bikes or drive the dually. Baron looked at her feet and pulled out the truck keys. Gunner carried her out to the truck, depositing her into the back seat, before going to his bike and opening the saddlebags to get her purse.

  The ride to her apartment was almost silent. She asked them if there was time in the schedule to drive past her building downtown, and Baron parked in front of the burned out shell of the place she’d built her business in. There was yellow police tape surrounding the building, and orange plastic netting to keep curious busybodies out of the mess.

  “This makes me sick to look at, I worked my ass off for my business. It wasn’t a lot, but it was mine. I hope the insurance comes through.” She was too choked to talk any longer. The blackened shell showed her that nothing was forever. Even a building constructed of brick. Being alone sucked.

  They drove to her apartment, and sure enough, there was an eviction taped to her graffiti adorned door. It wasn’t fair, but she understood. Where she would find another apartment until the building was rebuilt was anyone’s guess. The notice gave her a generous seven days to leave. Gunner came in behind her while Baron looked around outside before he entered the apartment.

  “It’s no wonder he didn’t have any problem breaking in here. The screens are flexible, and the windows can be popped out with a little effort. You’re better off moving out of here anyway.”

  She couldn’t figure out what put him in such a good mood since they’d left his house. He was almost smiling while telling her that she was better off finding a new home? This was the only apartment complex in the town. Not to mention that she needed to get the insurance company to expedite her claim, and she had no vehicle to move her things if she did have a place to go. It was her time to be gloomy and damn it, he was taking that away because she was enjoying his smile too much to worry about her immediate future. Gunner was wandering through the apartment, but she could see an identical look on his lips as Baron’s.

  “Go ahead and make your phone calls, we’ll be back in a little while with lunch, how does that sound?” The sneaky ass was up to something, Gunner hadn’t shown his dimples that she could remember. The beard hid them some, but she could see them and knew he was up to no good. Baron was already through the door, before she got a good look at him. She didn’t have time to dwell on the dimples, or the wide chests and long legs of her, what? She couldn’t label them her lovers. They’d shared a very enjoyable sexual encounter. And this morning with Baron, had been the ice cream on the apple pie, but she couldn’t very well call them her boyfriends. There was nothing boyish about them.

  It was a puzzle for another time, right now she needed to get her priorities in order. She looked up her insurance papers and picked up the phone. A half an hour later, she was so mad she was th
reatening the Better Business Bureau, or a lawyer, since a family member was the number one suspect in the arson, they wouldn’t pay her a dime until he was proven innocent, and someone else was arrested. They would do a site cleanup, but they refused to give her a penny until their investigation was complete and David was in the clear. Her car wasn’t covered for vandalism, as she already knew.

  When Gunner walked in with a pizza and a six pack, she grabbed the beer first. Baron came in with an armload of boxes for her to pack her things. She told them of her conversation with the insurance company, and almost choked on her pizza when Baron asked her if she wanted him to kill the smartass agent who had been so nasty to her. “I can take him out without him even seeing me. You just say the word and he’s toast.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  She was finally alone. The men were reluctant to leave her by herself, until she pointed out that she had been living and enjoying her life in the apartment far longer than she’d known them. “I have a life, it’s just gone in a different direction for now. I will be fine. My credit is pretty good, I have a client list, and if I have to, I will rent a building for my business until they decide to pay up. It’s not like I can go to them and tell them that David did burn my building down, but he is going to stop being a naughty boy now that his daddy has taken him in hand.”

  She now had both men’s cell phone numbers programmed in her phone, and had to promise them that she would call if she needed anything. They’d enjoyed a “quickie” before the men left. Her pussy was still soaked from coming twice, while she sucked Baron’s cock, and Gunner’s prick pounded deep inside of her vagina. Even an hour after they left, she could feel the delicious tingles lingering through her body.

  She cleaned up, got one of the beers the men had left, and opened the laptop. She had to find a place to live, and get estimates for reopening her business. It would take days to get herself together, but she was a person who thrived on a deadline.

  *****

  Baron sat in the office at the club with Gunner, Burger, and Leech. They were having a talk on the phone with their ex-President, War. After informing the man that had truly become more of a brother to each man, of the happenings around the area, Baron brought up a subject that needed to be dealt with.

  “Do you remember that brother we brought back with us from Wolfman’s camp by the name of Lloyd? He’s been asking questions, questions that he has no business asking. He asked one of the trial members about a bag of bling. Now as far as I knew, only you and I knew where that particular bag went to. Right?”

  War was not surprised to hear that bit of news. “I figured as much, but hoped he wasn’t the snitch. Wolfman knows that certain factions in the club are looking to maybe replace him. I’m not the only Prez he has here. That fat fucker Gordon from Kansas, and there is a guy from the north in Michigan that they call King Ben. Both of them are mean motherfuckers. I saw Ferdinand two days ago, and Rambo is here too. Something is up, and I watch my back as well as keeping track of the rest of them. It fuckin’ sucks that I have no backup here.

  “I’d lay out good money that Wolfy has sent men to each of their clubs to ferret out information. The son-of-a-bitch is trying to cause shit in the clubs so he can step in and save the day. He needs to look like he’s worth keeping in the chair, but there is a lot of opposition.”

  Gunner spoke up, “How about a couple of the boys show up bringing you a gift. You know, something to entertain the bastards for a few days. Say five dopers that might or might not be worth drying out and recruiting? If we dispose of them here, it might cause a dust up, but if we let it be known they are traveling east, no one will question it too much if they disappear from the radar. Our boys will be there to help you for a week or two, and maybe things can become a little clearer with three sets of eyes instead of one.”

  They finalized the plans and Gunner was turned down for trying to volunteer. “I appreciate the offer, man, but send me Barney and Chaucer. They are expendable if shit hits the fan here. They will fit right in with the lunatics that surround Wolf now.”

  Burger and Leech left the room to expedite the plans. Barney was probably drunk by now, and trying to pretend that a kid almost half his age hadn’t handed him his ass last night.

  “Oh yeah, thought you might want to know, Caroline made the rounds here, the whore tried to get me to fuck her too. When I told her it wasn’t happening, she had her own little version of a gangbang with Wolf and his closest six friends. She ended up in the hospital. Two days later, she was back and higher than fuck. She took a few too many of her Oxy’s and died sometime during another fuck fest. The sick bastard that was screwing her at the time, finished his shit before he left her corpse.” He waited to hear what they had to say, but silence was all that met his ears. “I’m sorry, I know you three were close for a while.”

  Baron spoke, his voice was even, even if he was shaking his head at the waste of her life. “Maybe she can find peace in death. She dropped me and Gunner because we refused to take our fists to her face and body. I would have had no problem if she wanted fist fucked, but I don’t fuck up women for no reason, you feel me? If a bitch deserves it I’ll deal with punishing her, or choose another option.”

  Gunner spoke up too. “Fuck, War, you know what kinky sons-a-bitches we are. She could take whatever we dished out and begged for more. I’m glad she was there when she bought it and not here. If that sounds cold, it’s because she burned her bridges a long time ago with me.”

  They disconnected not long after that and sat looking at each other. Caroline’s needs had made them question their own. Now she was dead, and they each knew that she had been dead to them for a long time. Way before she finally left, that was for sure.

  Those thoughts brought the subject of Amy into the front of their minds, and Baron finally voiced his plans for her. “I plan to have Stretch as a permanent fixture around here as soon as I can find a way to get her to like the idea. Something about her gets me hard everytime I see her, and I get a kick out of seeing her in the kitchen. If you’re in, say so. If not, I can understand that you need to find one of your own that you don’t have to share. We’ve been a team for a long time, and I hate to lose you, but when she was lying in that big bed, it felt right, you know? I walked in the room dead tired, and she was lying with her head on your shoulder, I snugged up behind her, and it just felt like home. Sounds girly when I say that out loud, but it is what it is.”

  Gunner grinned halfway through his best friend’s speech. “Man, I was going to say almost the exact same thing to you about her. I don’t own a house, but shit, I have the money to buy one if I need to. I can pay half of the bills, and we can continue living the lifestyle we enjoy. Now that we cleared the air, we need a plan.” Melvin perked his head up from his position on the couch. He hopped down and jumped onto Gunner’s lap. It was the first time the little furball had came near Gunner since he’d bitten the man. “Oh sure, you come around when your favorite slave’s name is mentioned right? Fine, just remember, you bite me again, you’re going to be a clubhouse pet, and be forced to eat scraps and live with those damn cats you rescued.” Melvin didn’t look worried.

  First things first, Club business, then personal concerns. They took the truck back to Baron’s place and mounted up on the bikes. Baron was carrying a little extra something, just in case. Anytime he transported income, he was cautious. They drove for a few miles and turned off onto a dirt two track. Gunner signaled to Baron to pull over for a confab. They shut the scooters down and Baron looked annoyed at the interruption. “What?”

  “I don’t know, man, something’s off. My fuckin’ guts are burning like a son-of-a-bitch. I got the feeling a couple of miles back, it’s a damned creepy feeling crawling along my neck. I’m not saying let’s turn back or anything, but I think we should wait for a few.”

  Baron stared at him for a few seconds, he’d known Gunner for most of his adult life, and one thing was certain. Gunner had instincts that no one in thei
r right mind would ignore. If he said something was wrong, it was gospel. There was very little brush or any thick groupings of trees to secret the bikes behind, so they lined them together and scuffed the ground nearby leading into the woods. They found a spot on the opposite side of the two track in a big pine. They could see anything around them from twenty feet up. Both men were armed, and ready to see what was coming.

  They waited a good ten minutes before they heard the sounds of bikes coming their way. Two flat black rat bikes and one decent looking crotch rocket came down the small lane toward the big bikes. The rider of the royal blue rocket dismounted from his perch and the two others joined him. They looked around and found the spot where it appeared the big men had gone into the woods. They all pulled guns from their waistbands and pockets. When they started to sneak into the woods, crouching and trying to stay low, Gunner sighed. He and Baron knew what they needed to do. It was a shame that their afternoon would be taken up having to deal with turncoats and druggies.

  *****

  Burger drove the panel van, leading a troupe of five bikes. Lloyd and his new found friends ran out of the woods to their bikes when they heard the motors disturbing the peaceful countryside. They met the brothers next to the bikes, and had put their weapons away before exiting the cover of the long weeds and trees. Leech and Burger listened as the three men told them that they were concerned about Baron and Gunner. They were too nervous to notice that four men walked up behind them and grabbed them in bear hugs until Burger hit each man with a taser. Gunner watched the finesse the easygoing Burger used to render his victims into screaming twitching bitch boys. He laid the small black box on each man’s neck in turn, and when he said release him, the brother would drop his arms and stand back, while Burger gleefully hit the on button. They were tied up and tossed into the back of the van, before the bikes and van backed out of the road and headed back to the clubhouse.