“Y'all have a safe house then.” I leave the words hanging in the air. Tracing the lines of the X making it look like an x on a treasure map. “I need to know where.” Taking a final drag of my cigarette and putting it out on the mark I’d just created. The man’s sharp inhale spurring me on.
“It’s not on the map. There's no record of the building ever being made. All I can do is give you general directions.”
“Fine.” I say reading this man for any hint of a lie. “Pinky get this man a pen and paper.” He clears the room and that's when I feel I’d made a mistake. Milliseconds later I feel the barrel of a gun against my shoulder and two loud pops sound in my ear as a mix of blood and shrapnel spatter across the man in front of me. I turn around, left arm hanging useless, but I have a Knife in my right hand. I bring my blade up, piercing the offender’s temple. My only regret is that I see that it isn’t Dante. Pinky, Mercy and Stryker come flying through the door, guns raised.
Pinky takes one look around before holstering his weapon, springing into action he simultaneously begins talking into the radio and getting ready to render aid. “Break, break, break,” he waits for the radio chatter to quiet “We need a medic. Second floor. Room to the immediate left. One casualty. Need of care is URGENT. Over.”
The rest of my men taking in the situation quickly dispose the rest of The Devils Posse left in the room. Loud pops ringing out like someone dancing on bubble wrap. “Fuck!” I say slightly stumbling forward as the room quiets down. Adrenaline is starting to wear off and a sudden wave of dizziness comes over me as I start to sag towards the floor. Blood is already pooling on the old stained carpet under my hanging extremity. I can feel it draining down my arm as Pinky steps in before I go down completely, holding me steady. He sets me down against the wall in the cleanest part of the room, and takes off his vest to get to his shirt. I grit out “Any excuse to have your shirt off.” He smiles as he unapologetically puts hard pressure on my shoulder to stop the bleeding. I hiss through my teeth.
“Yeah... well, I’ll let you get away with that, this one's on me. I searched them all myself. Must have had it up his ass” He shrugs but smiles. A look crosses his face that I've seen before, as he checks my bleeding.
“Don’t fucking go there. Get out of your head.” I finish as our medic Cross steps into the room and makes his way over to me. We served together and I trust him with my life. Taking off my vest he gets a better look.
“Top bullet is through and through. Bottom caught the vest and there’s pieces of it everywhere. We are going to have to clean out the wound back at the club. Worst of it is...” He pauses digging into the wound with a hemostat. Causing me to hiss and grind my teeth together. “The bullet or vest caught an artery. But I’m guessing you already knew that.” He nods down to the bloody mess under me “I’m going to ask you a question before you pass out that I already know the answer to. Do you want pain medication?” I grin.
“Hell no!” he smiles putting on more pressure and bandaging my arm close to my body. “Pinky” he looks up from checking the pulse on the men on the floor.
“Yes Daddy?” I roll my eyes at the name.
“Get the rest of the info from Bullet then put one between his eyes.”
Chapter 4: “Far From Home” Five Finger Death Punch
Lexi:
Everyone in the club is on edge as we wait for an update. They told us an hour ago to clear out of the main rooms because we were expecting casualties, including Sadist. He was the only one we had word on. The room was instantly stripped of its tables and thoroughly cleaned to what felt like a hospital room in the span of an hour it took for the men to make it back.
The women who had cleaned the main portion of the club went to work on the bedrooms and bathrooms next. Part of me thought that it actually gave them a chance to clean up the guy’s rooms anyway to rid the place of the odor of skank. I was part of the crew working in the kitchen on meals for everyone. Just because everything went wrong at once doesn’t mean these men and the rest of the club could go hungry.
Bree and I make a great team when it comes to food. We both know how and love to cook. We set to work in making a large meal that could feed a massive amount of people trying to keep our minds off the situation before us. Chicken soup for the wounded and fried chicken, mashed potatoes with gravy and bacon-green beans and corn for everyone else. We had it completed just as the men started arriving, and the call goes out over the clubs intercom system “We need all able bodied people to come assist in bringing in the casualties.” I step up. I’m short but if I can pick up a motorcycle from the ground with little help I could help bring in a few men and help where needed.
Leaving the building I’m not as prepared as I’d hoped for what I’d see. The scene is organized chaos as members are being brought out of various vehicles being triaged and sent in, based on their need of care. Blood was already coating the ground staining the tan dirt red. Out of the sixty members that had ridden out, three were dead, and at least twenty wounded. Because of our life style, we can’t go to hospitals. All emergency care is provided here at home base. We all pitch in, and take the seriously wounded first. We had already called in our chapter’s doctors and medics, but they were still minutes out.
Bree had run out to find D amidst the chaos and luckily he was one of the unharmed. He was starting to take another person out off a large black van. “Alexis!” I spin in the direction of my name being called. Mercy is laying down Gage, a prospect, on a makeshift stretcher. Gages face is pale as I run up to them. “Lexi keep pressure on his leg. No matter how much he screams or moves do not loosen your grip!” I do as I’m told, surprised to see Gage come out of his shock a bit and immediately start flailing. It was like holding on to a bucking bull. I walk along side as he’s carried in. One of the men throws an actual tourniquet at me and explains how to put it on. For my first one I don’t think I did a bad job I put it above the wound as instructed. Pulled the tab tight as I could. Locked it down and twisted the handle. Blood had ceased its flow. I’m told I can go help others, that Gage was top of the list to be seen. I head back out two or three times before being called back to the van I had seen D at earlier. Out of stretchers, I was told to help bring in the last patient. Ky.
I walk up to the van as Pinky is attempting to haul him out. Ky’s head is sagging to his chest. An oxygen mask covers his nose and mouth. The floor of the van under him is coated with blood that has pooled and is starting to coagulate making it ooze and shake like Jell-O with the vans movements, my stomach is churning from the sight and smell.
Pinky looks at me “You don't have time to puke. He’s in and out of consciousness and he refused painkillers so he’s not too fun to be around when he comes to. Help me get him inside.” Ky’s head rolls to the opposite side as Pinky shifts him up and forward, I can see the blood seeping through his bandaged shoulder. His upper body is slick and coated in it since his shirt had been cut off. Ky mumbles something about “needing to get to his soldiers” as we trade places with me taking him from under the shoulders and Pinky grabbing his legs. Pinky hearing Ky’s comment, eyes the unconscious man for second with a look on his face I can’t place, his eyes flick to me before looking away. Refusing to look Pinky in the eye, I lean down and whisper to Ky
“Shhh, your soldiers are safe.” He seems to settle a little. Satisfied where ever he is in his head, as we continue our way into the building.
Because of my height, parts of Ky drag on the ground as we enter the doors of the club. Once inside we are instructed to put him on the table on the far side of the room because he needs surgery.
“Why did he refuse pain medication?” I huff as we drag Ky’s dead weight to the other side of the room.
“He gets sick from them. And they don’t work or if they do it's not very long. He metabolizes it too quickly,” Pinky says. We finally get him up to the table. I eye his shoulder and Pinky eyes me. “He was shot from behind twice. He’s not out of it from the pain he’s out
of it from blood loss right now.” he takes a breath his eyes taking me in gauging how much he should say “He will be fine. He’s already had a blood donation.” Pinky says smacking his bandaged arm before returning to get Ky settled on the table. “First one was a through and through and the second has to be debrided to have the bullet and shrapnel dug out and removed.” I begin to feel the room spin imagining it all. Doc Cross shows up in newly cleaned clothes.
“Ah the infamous Miss Alexis. I see you going down quick. But I need your help a bit longer. By any chance do you know your blood type?” I look up
“O negative” A look crosses his face. I know that look because every doctor I’ve ever been to tells me I’m a universal blood donor.
“Would you be willing to donate today?” I shrug. If I can help save a life I’d do it in a heartbeat. But I still have to be cool about it.
“Sure, hook me up.”
Chapter 5: “Stroke Me” Mickey Avalon
Alexis:
A couple of days later I’m going stir crazy. I can’t stand to be in the club and I can’t stand the shop either. I can’t leave the ranch since we are still on lockdown. I need to find something to do. All this tension driving me up the wall insane.
As I enter the club for the sixth time today I can see most of the available space is taken up with everyone doing exactly what I had in mind. This isn’t a party, this is stress relief. I make my way towards the back into one of the clubs game rooms.
I find Pinky and a pink haired girl with a short black skirt and baby blue top down under her breasts, just beginning to get started. Deciding to watch for a bit I lean against the door frame, club rules if the door open it’s free game. Pinky is standing back against the right wall of the room, between two pinball machines, with the girl on her knees down in front of him.
“Come on bitch, open it up and have at me.” I’m guessing she wants this to be private event because knowing Pinky he’d fuck her on a church altar during Sunday morning mass without much thought at all. As she goes for his belt buckle, he grabs her by the throat “No teeth or I’ll rip your fucking tongue out.” She has a meek response I don’t catch as he snatches the back of her head in one hand and the other he uses to hold her hand over his nipple making her squeeze it. As he looks upwards he catches sight of me standing in the doorway. “Sup Miss Alexy?” Annoyance fills me, sheer annoyance at how he pronounces my name.
“I need to talk to you.” I say crossing my arms a little tighter under my chest pushing my breasts up. He watches the movement, eyes locked onto my chest as points to his crotch and responds. “Why you want to join in?” The girl pops her head straight up in shock, Pinky catches her by the hair shoving his cock back into her throat before she can say a word. The poor thing.
“Yes and no. You…” I point to the girl. “You need to leave.” She didn't wait, or give a response, she just got up and was up and gone, leaving Pinky in all his naked glory out for everyone to see.
“Okay little princess cockblock Alexy. You have my attention. How can I help you?” He steps off the wall tucking himself back into his jeans and walks towards me. I was in such a state that I was unable to be anything but honest with him.
“I want to get laid and... I want to be controlled like you were doing to her.” I point behind me. “Please? I want to think of something, anything else to not have the past few day’s events playing on repeat in my head. I had to burn my clothes there was so much blood... And we all know you like to play Dom around here” I could see the instant desire in his eyes followed with all the gears clicking in place how that would be a bad idea.
“Questions… Why? Fuck why? And answer is still fuck no. I don’t want to wind up getting skull fucked from the big guy himself.” He nods down the hall toward Ky’s door. I take a deep breath.
“Because, I haven’t gotten laid in a year and a half, since before you guys got back from the last crusade y’all went on. He doesn’t want me, and no one else will ever touch me under King Assholes command and I need it! I need some sort of connection with someone before I go absolutely insane!” I said it all in one breath. Now panting for air, trying to read Pinky’s expression, and all I can tell is that he would be amazing at playing poker. He opens his mouth, and shuts it before finally answering me
“Alexis” For one second I see the friend I knew growing up and he actually says my name right. Shits about to get real. “I would love to fuck you till the cows come home. Hell I’ve dreamt of it and I’m honored you even asked, but I can’t fucking look at you without the possibility of eating teeth for it later. Go down the hall and just fucking talk to Sadist or for fucks sake just f.u.c.k him.” He places his hands on either side of my head against the wall and leans into my space taking a breath in through his nose. His green gaze hovering over the hem of my low cut shirt I had to borrow from Bree. Before his eyes come back to mine “Y'all work this shit out so we can all get out from under whatever y’all have had going on for years. Plus he’s high as fuck from all the pain meds Doc forced down his throat, you could fuck him all night if you're into necrophilia. Least then you’d get some.” I roll my eyes and can see this is going nowhere fast.
“Thought you said he didn’t take pain meds.” He adjusts himself then cracks his neck.
“He doesn’t. Doc didn’t give him much of a choice for surgery, and he gave him a shit load of anti-nausea meds they typically give cancer patients to keep things down. So like I said Daddy man is high as a kite. Or was when I left him.” He stands up away from me and starts to go out the door before popping his head back in. “Just a heads up if you're into the whole “Dom” thing, Sadist makes me look like the Easter bunny in comparison. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed.” And then he was gone. Off in search for the girl I’m sure ran for the hills if she knew what was good for her. Singing a little tune as the sounds fades in the distance. “Where? Oh where? Could my little bitch be? Oh where or where can she be? With her eyes so red and her brain so dead. Oh where, oh where can she be?” I could almost imagine him skipping down the hall looking for her. God that man has issues…
Chapter 6: “Roadie” (live)Tenacious D
Six- Trevor:
Just moved to a new neighborhood. My dad just joined a motorcycle club and is gone all the time but he introduces me to a couple of the kids on the ranch that the MC owns. A little girl with red hair is screaming at a boy with dark hair and silver eyes. His arm is bleeding. She has some on her, and wipes her bloodied fingers on her yellow dress before shoving her doll at the boy’s face. When she sees me she rushes forward.
“Hi! I’m Alexis but everyone calls me Lexi and dis is my Ky!” She with says with a lisp.
“I’m Trevor. Nice to meet you Miss Alexy. Hello Ky.” My dad was a veteran and always taught me to be polite. I offer my hand to Ky, He takes it though never his eyes never leave Alexis. The little girl has bright electric blue eyes and freckles across her nose. But the silver eyed boy Ky is silent watching her every movement like she may fall at any second and I have no doubt he’d catch her too. She shakes her doll at me and he finally looks my way. I know two things, this boy scares me to the core of my being and that the little girl in front of me is his and his alone.
Eighteen- Ky:[1]
I have a girl in front of me. I see her face, but I don’t, because over her face I see Lexi’s. I’m so drunk and high nothing makes sense anymore. I haven't seen Lexi in a month since she's been on vacation with her family and every time I close my eyes her face is the one I see.
I take my gun off the side table next to the bed and put it to the side of the girls head. Finally starting the feel the first inkling of a hard on. The girl’s eyes are wide as she tries to get her friends attention. I don’t notice it till Trev smacks the back of my head and holds the back of my neck like a dog that just shit on the rug
“You going to fuck her or do I have to fuck em both?” His words carry a different meaning than what is said. I’ve told him the thoughts I’ve
been having lately how even I know my thoughts are fucked up and not normal. I’m fighting the urge to choke this girl out while I fuck her. Fighting the want to carve her skin with my new knife. And as much as I want both those things, what I want most is to do them to Lexi. I snap back to the girl in front of me
“What do you want Bitch? You want my cock? Because this” I press the gun to her head a little harder and simultaneously thrust my hardness against her, proving myself, “is the only way I get off.” She’s still silent. Pinky waits a second before sighing loudly slowing his strokes to a stop once again.
“Dude just unload the fucking thing...” He back tracks “Not into her skull, and put the bullets on the table. Then she’ll let you.” He nods down to the girl “Do you want his dick or not?” She shakes her head yes, her hands now stroking my chest over my new raven tattoo. “Say the fucking words yes or no. Or it’s not happening.” He says waiting. She looks up again finally
“Yes.” Shaking my head I run my free hand over her open legs down her thighs, grabbing her ass and pulling her closer to me. I shove my cock into her waiting pussy. Her movements and sounds barley registering with me as I imagine it’s Lexi in my head.
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