by M. L. Beeson
The ride back into town went by way too quickly, even taking the winding roads at a slower pace to enjoy the ride. I should have taken a detour. I could get used to going on long rides with Ginger, she is a natural and feels like she belongs on my bike. Not to mention she feels fucking great pushed up against me and wrapped around my waist.
Remembering her request to stop at the post office, I turn off of main street and pull into the parking lot of our tiny ass post office. Swooping around in a one-eighty, I start to walk the bike backwards into the parking spot and kill the engine. Kicking down the stand, both Ginger and I get off the bike and head into the tiny building.
Pulling out an eight-inch by ten-inch yellow envelope, Ginger grabs the cash out of her tight as fuck jeans and starts to count it, neatly piling the cash into three stacks. Sliding the cash into the envelope, she licks the sticky strip and fastens the metal bracket on the back, turning it over, she addresses it to a woman named Megan Livingston in Las Vegas.
I’m not able to bite my tongue any longer. “Why would you need to send that much cash to someone?”
Without looking up to me, “responsibilities,” is her only response. Well her shortness is just fucking stellar.
Getting irritated, I try to pry an answer from her. “What responsibilities?”
“Blade, I don’t ask what you or your club are in too. I don’t need to know nor do you need to know about me and my dealings.”
Her answer has me seething with rage, I hate not getting a straight answer and even worse, I hate not knowing if there is a shit storm headed my way because of this irritating as fuck woman. My men know better. I demand truth and loyalty at all times so I am not used to this shit.
Not saying another word, I stomp outside and stand by my bike. Pulling out a cigarette, I light it up and wait for the nicotine to enter my bloodstream to ease the urge I have to fucking stab something.
GINGER
Ignoring Blade’s little bitch fit, I continue to address the envelope full of cash to Megan, and head towards the teller’s desk to pay the shipping to have this overnighted to Vegas. I should be more forth coming with Blade, but I am not ready to revisit my past, it is already hot on my heels and I want to ward it off for as long as I can.
After I ship the package, I make my way outside to find Blade smoking a cigarette. It’s hot when he smokes weed, it mellows him out and makes him more approachable but cigarettes are such a turn off for me. I know I can’t be too picky when it comes to Blade because he is sexy as hell and I will take what I can get for the time being, plus the sex is amazing.
“I am ready,” I announce waiting for Blade to stub his cigarette out on the ground with his boot.
“Right, let’s go.”
Ignoring his moodiness, I get on the bike behind him and hold on to his waist waiting for him to bring the beast to life and head back. Pulling into the huge gravel lot of the clubhouse, Blade backs his bike in and parks at the front of the line of bikes, emphasizing his rank in the club. Looking deeper into the lot, past all of the motorcycles, I spot my truck. Fuck yeah! I miss having my own transportation, I got spoiled very quick with it and I am craving independence.
Removing my helmet and trying to get off the bike, Blade gently grabs my arm and swings me back to him. “Hey, I cannot give you details and I am sorry for that, but something is happening with the club. I don’t want you going anywhere alone, if you leave the clubhouse take a prospect. If you hear anything come straight to me, think you can handle that?” Nodding my head, giving him the agreement and reassurance to his requests, he pulls me closer engulfing me in a heavy and meaningful kiss before letting me go. “Your shift starts in ten minutes.”
Walking into the clubhouse bar side by side, we turn heads when everyone hears the door. With wide eyes, everyone looked between the two of us and then went back to their business. Thank god.
Walking towards the bar to start my shift, I don’t miss Shay sitting on the large sofa with her foot bandaged and propped up giving me the stink eye. I smile and wave to her like I would to my best friend, but all she does is huffs and turns her head away from me. She really is a piece of work.
Grabbing an apron, I fold it in half and tie it around my waist, I pull out my leather arm band, slide it on my arm and shove my bottle opener through it so I don’t lose it throughout my shift. I start to sling drinks to the members of the club and some of the hang arounds that think they are cool shit because they are inside the Satan’s Savages clubhouse.
Doing as Blade asked, I mind my own business while I serve drinks and perform all the duties in the bar, all the while keeping a sense of awareness, alert for anything suspicious or out of the ordinary. By nightfall, I feel like I am mindlessly going through the actions of my job like a zombie. It isn’t rocket science after all, all I manage to do is grab more beer for requesting patrons, but it is getting late and I am exhausted.
Without warning, members I have never seen before burst through the door gaining cheers from the members already in the bar. The men are wearing the same patch as the normal members but the rocker under their patch says Las Vegas. Hmm. I wasn’t aware they had other clubs, let alone in Vegas. Good to know.
My lethargic ass is quick to take drink orders of the visiting members, I feel like I went from zero to sixty in less than five seconds. These men aren’t quite as easy going as the members I know. They aren’t just having a simple beer or shot. They are asking for fancier drinks like long island ice teas, AMF’s, and Jäger bombs. Good thing I know my liquor and how to make everything because my quick response to orders is earning me a great deal of tips, I can’t complain.
Once the Vegas members get some alcohol in their system, things start to get rowdy. They brought a couple of their own club girls and old ladies so there is quite a show happening in the middle of the room. Club whore on club whore, gang bangs, and the usual threesomes that consist of two whores and a member. I try to get through everyone dodging body parts, to clear glasses from the tables. I see Shay hobbling over to Blade with lust in her eyes. This bitch has got some fucking nerve. She must really be fucking slow. Like Dozer said last night, she really doesn’t fucking learn.
Walking my full try of empty glasses behind the bar, I drop the whole thing into the bar sink out of frustration which makes an unintentional ruckus. Rubbing my hands on my apron, I feel two strong arms wrap around my waist. Looking down at the tattered and worn tattooed hands, I can tell that it’s Blade.
His warm breath caresses my ear. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He leans down and nips at my earlobe.
Trying to hold back a moan, I reply, “nothing,” under a heavy breath.
Blade spins me around violently, and leans down to barely brush his lips against mine, “I don’t believe you.”
“I think Shay got under that beautiful skin of yours. I can read you like an open book, babe.”
“I cannot stand that dumb bitch,” I blurt out letting my anger get the best of me before my mind can catch up to the words flowing from my lips.
Blade chuckles before responding, “you have nothing to worry about Ginger. It is just you and I now. I don’t know what this is, but I have never only wanted one person before and right now, I only want you.”
Widening my eyes in shock at his confession, I can feel the butterflies starting to rapidly flutter their wings in my stomach. Without saying one word, I stand on my toes and press my lips to Blade’s to show him that I feel the same way. I haven’t known Blade long, but we are the same about not speaking about emotions, we show then with our actions.
Breaking our kiss, I look around at the chaos that surrounds us. “Take me to bed, Blade.” I purr. I need this man to be inside of me.
“Sure thing, baby.” He rasps in my ear as he picks me up with ease and carries me upstairs to his bedroom.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
GINGER
It has been three weeks since Blade has asked me to keep an ear to the ground for anything out of t
he ordinary, and it has been pretty boring to say the least. Nothing interesting has been happening in the lives of the members from what I can observe. The last chaotic situation that I know of was when I defended myself against the stupid cunt Shay, and of course when the Vegas crew arrived. They have seemed to settle in nicely since the initial party, some of them are personable but the others stick to themselves and observe everyone’s activities.
Blade so far has stayed true to what he said about only wanting me and no one else, and the sex has been fucking fantastic. I have a routine now of, waking up, eating, working, fucking, and sleeping. Sometimes, we even sneak in a quick fuck here and there in random places around the clubhouse.
I can’t say that I am unhappy with it, but I feel like I have been pent up in this place forever. I need to get the fuck out of here to get some fresh air. I am thinking about going and getting a drink at Dirty Devil’s and see what the new girl they hired is capable of on a pole. I have heard she is good, but I have seen Idaho’s version of good and it sucks balls.
After spending most of the day cleaning up the bar after members who are too lazy to throw anything away, I check the time and see that it is getting late. It usually gets poppin’ after eleven, but Riley has the privilege of working the bar tonight. With that reminder, I make my way upstairs to shower and change to go out to Dirty Devil’s or like some of the members like to say, double D’s.
Pulling on my dark pair of skinny jeans, a light pink razor back tank-top, and a nude pair of flats, I grab my jacket and head downstairs. Blade is walking out of the meeting room yelling at Dozer and Farm-Boy. Catching his eye, he barks at his men to figure the problem out before he strides over to me.
“Where do you think you’re going, dressed like that?” He brushes his lips against the ridge of my ear.
“Well since Riley has things handled, I figured I would go have a drink at Dirty Devil’s. Do you want to join?” I purr back at him, making sure to press my overflowing cleavage into his broad chest. Looking down to see my breasts on display he grabs my hand and presses it against his rock-hard erection in his jeans. “I think you should stay here and have some fun with me, babe.”
Biting my lip and closing my eyes, envisioning what we would do, I snap them open and gaze at his beautiful face. “I would love nothing more, but I haven’t left the clubhouse in weeks. I need this.” I stick out my bottom lip in a pout.
Nodding his head in agreement. “Ok, Marcus will follow you on his bike. I have a few things to deal with here.”
With a quick peck on his lips, we part ways. “Bye Blade, I will be back later.”
BLADE
The Aryans have been pretty quiet since we shipped Draven’s dead body back to them, hopefully they got the message to not fuck with my club. The radio silence from those racist fucks has been nice, but I have an eerie feeling in the pit of my stomach. Thinking of what I would do in a reverse scenario, I would hit them when they were the most vulnerable, and I think that is what isn’t sitting well with me.
Dozer has gotten in touch with the Russians about a business relationship; a new source to our gun shortage since we cut ties with the Aryans. During our church meeting today, I was able to make contact with Adrik the underboss to the Fedorov family. Adrik handles the smaller business dealings such as gun sales. I was hoping to connect with Gedeon the boss, but no such luck. We have a meeting set up this evening, and I am glad that the Vegas crew decided to stay up here with us until we sort this shit out. We need to reorganize plans to get shipments down to the Diablos.
It was hard to pass up Ginger’s offer to accompany her to Dirty Devil’s to get a few drinks, but I have a shit show to sort through along with the meeting with the Russians, and I need her away from the clubhouse during this meeting. So, I didn’t object to her going out even though I didn’t like it one bit. I gave Marcus strict instructions to have eyes on her at all times. Knowing that she is good with knives helps settle my nerves a bit as well. I need to be able to go into this meeting with a clear head.
Stepping outside to smoke a cigarette, I run into Leo who is coming up from the chambers which is where he spends most of his time these days.
“What’s going on?” I greet him.
“Not much boss, just trying to keep an eye on things from my end. It’s fucking static from the Aryans. You would think they would be pissed about Draven, or maybe they took it like we did them a favor.” He chuckles. “I really disliked that fuck and his preaching about the master fucking race every time he got a chance. Hell, I bet he has some sort of tainted blood in his line somewhere.”
I laugh in agreement. “With that being said, thank-you for keeping track of the Aryans activities. Now I also want this clubhouse secure, especially with our guest from the Fedorov family arriving tonight.” I take a long breath. “Did you find anything else about that fuckhead, Huntington?”
“Nah, boss. I haven’t figured out much other than he is on the hunt for Ginger. I can’t find a trace of evidence that is saying why is looking for her so bad. Her mother is fine, no other siblings, seems like he might just have an obsession,” he states before biting into the side of his cheek, looking deep in thought.
I run my hands down my face and scratching my beard. “Fuck. I’m glad that nothing else has happened since the night of the break in, Ginger was really spooked.”
Remembering the name put on the envelope full of money, an idea came to me. “Can you look into a Megan Livingston living in Vegas? Ginger was sending her cash and I want to know why.” I need answers about Ginger and what she is hiding from me. I can’t fully protect her, if I don’t know the details.
“Yeah boss, I will get right on it after the meeting with Adrik.”
Without another word, we both stand in silence smoking our cigarettes to ease the tension coursing through our bodies.
With a confirmation phone call from Rex who is looking after the gate, Adrik the underboss is in the yard. Walking to the door, I step outside to greet the neatly dressed man.
“Adrik, it is a pleasure to meet you.” I shake his hand.
He scanned the yard with suspicion and replied with a thick accent. “Shall we take business inside?”
“Yes, would you like a drink?” I ask the man as I bark out orders to Riley to get everyone out of the fucking bar.
“I will have vodka on the rocks.” I take the opportunity to grab the vodka off the top shelf and pour the man a generous glass of alcohol. Handing it to him, I start the conversation. “So, Dozer tells me that you have some equipment you are looking to off load?”
“That would be correct,” Adrik takes a long swig of the clear alcohol, “we get regular shipments from our motherland, and we recently had a falling out with a customer. We are looking for someone who can handle and off load regular shipments of goods.”
“Well to be honest, I was shocked when Dozer said you were looking for someone else, we have a customer that takes large orders on the regular and is biting at the bit to get their hands on more due to the misdealing with our past source. What are we looking at per shipment?” I ask trying to get straight down to business.
“Each shipment will consist of a variety of weapons. The shipment I am holding now contains fifty AR-15’s with pistol grips, two fifty caliber rifles, and twenty, 9mm Sig Sauer pistols. We charge fifty thousand per shipment.” He looks me dead in the eye and takes another swig of his drink.
I rub my hand down my chin, tugging my beard in thought as I work out the terms in my head. “That sounds like one hell of a deal you got there champ, what do you need from us to get the ball rolling?” I bring my arm down to the bar top.
“Let me ok it with my boss and I call you within two days with the drop off point and payment instructions.” His accent continuously thickens the more he drinks.
“For now, I finish drink. You have whore to service my cock?” He blatantly asks through his thick accent.
Whistling for Destiny to come over, I point to Adrik se
eing the approval in his eyes. “Destiny here is known for her mean as fuck blowjobs, she is all yours.” I wink and stride off to my office leaving them to it.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GINGER
It didn’t take me very long to drive to Dirty Devil’s and as Blade instructed, Marcus was seen in my rear-view mirror the entire way to the club. He even followed me into the club and sat in the booth behind me. It was fucking annoying having a babysitter, I don’t know why it bothers me so much, he keeps his distance but the feeling is almost strangulating.
Walking up to the bar, Dolly reaches over the bar top for a hug. I decide I am going to enjoy my one-woman wolf pack night out, so I order a couple of panty droppers. Once Dolly has my drinks made, I tell her to keep the tab open and I walk back to the booth with a drink in both hands.
I sit and watch the girls dance and earn their tips by giving men lap dances. Some of the women have really worked on their routines, it is actually kind of impressive. I wonder if Dozer hired a choreographer like I suggested to help them learn to use the pole better. It would definitely help business on both sides, the club would make more money with the cover charges and the girls would definitely make more in tips.
After watching three of the girls’ routines, I decide to go up and order another drink. Marcus is here babysitting so I will make him my designated driver if I have too; get some sort of use out of the situation.
I stride back up to Dolly and smile. “I think I want a fuzzy naval this time.”
“You got it sweets, I have a few drinks ahead of yours, so I will bring it out to you.” She smiles as she goes back to making drinks.
Making use of the waiting time for my drink I decide to use the restroom, making my way down the long barely lit hallway, I swing the ladies room door open and enter. Thanking god there wasn’t a line, I go into the first stall I see, and lock the door. After doing my business, I step out to wash my hands and catch my reflection in the mirror. I don’t usually wear makeup so I want to make sure nothing is smeared because I actually decided to doll myself up tonight hoping Blade would come out with me.
