HIS SEED

by Nicole Fox

Oh, that’s right. There hadn’t been, other than for Leech to show the fuck off.

  Satan beamed up at Leech, clearly proud of what his son and his boys had accomplished. So instead of arguing, I hung back. There was no talking Satan down when he got it in his head that something had gone well—even when it hadn’t. And hell, he hadn’t been there. He hadn’t seen ...

  I shook my head though as I watched Satan clasp his hands around Leech’s, speaking to him about further plans to be made. I noticed a strange ... twitch to Leech’s hands. A jitter in his body. Almost like he was vibrating with excitement but ...

  No. I knew that tick. My jaw clenched but still, I held my tongue.

  “Wheeler,” Satan waved me over. I approached him, nudging Leech out of my way like he had tried to do to me before.

  “Yeah, Boss? What do you need?”

  “I want to keep this momentum going, all right? I want to keep this moving, growing, going. I need you to help Leech however you can to make sure this victory tonight sticks. You understand me?”

  My jaw tightened, but I nodded.

  “Of course. Whatever you need, whatever you want, Boss.”

  He patted the side of my face. It was a father’s caress, and one that I was admittedly weak for when it came to Satan.”

  “Good. Good. My boys working together.” He pulled away, covering his mouth as he began to cough. I leaned over him in worry.

  “You good—”

  “I’m fine,” he said. He waved me away and I pulled back, not one to hover over a man that clearly didn’t want or need it. “I’m fine. I just need you and Leech working on keeping this up. It’s important. My legacy ...”

  I frowned a little, but like the incident with the music festival, I let it go.

  “Oh, Satan—” I stopped though.

  Satan leaned back against his pillows, and like a light that had blown, was out cold. This wasn’t anything new. When he got excited or there was too much tension, he got tuckered out quickly. I shook my head and pulled the covers up back over him, tucking him in. Continuing to ignore Leech, I turned to leave. I would tell him about Ember another day, when he was a little more with it and Leech wasn’t involved.

  When I got outside Satan’s door, however, he tugged on my kutte.

  “Wait, Wheeler.”

  I grimaced; I didn’t want another word with this asshole, but turned around anyway.

  “What do you want?”

  “Listen,” he said. “I know you want to do things a certain way, right? But like Pops said, we need to work together.” He smirked. “You wouldn’t want to upset my dad, would you? He admires you a lot and likes what you’ve done for the MC. You’re like a son to him ...” The last part, said a little bitterly, revealed more to me than anything else where his little spiel was going to.

  “I don’t need you to tell me that, and I don’t need you to tell me what I need to do for Satan. I said I’d do what needed to be done—”

  “Good. Then you’ll be fine with just. Going along with me and not questioning or trying to undermine my actions like that again.”

  I scoffed.

  “I’m not your yes-man.”

  I turned from him, and was set on heading back to my room. He grabbed at my kutte again, and that’s when I had had it.

  I wheeled around, grabbing him by the front of his kutte and pressing him against the wall. I’d have slammed him, but I didn’t want to disturb Satan now that the man was asleep.

  “The only reason that I’m going along with anything is because Satan asked me to,” I hissed at him. “He said to work with you, not under you. Don’t think I’m going to be a doormat for you because that’s what’s going to help you.” I sneered and leaned forward to him. “And I’ve noticed something, Leech, that you might not want Satan to be made aware of.”

  He scoffed.

  “Oh? What’s that?”

  “You’re starting to tick,” I said. “How long has it been since you’ve had a fix? How much are you skimming? How often? I don’t think Satan would be very happy with you.”

  He shoved me away from him. There had been a haughtiness to Leech’s expression before I’d made my accusation. Now he was livid, with his eyes blazing at me.

  “The fuck did you say to me?”

  “Nothing that means anything if there’s no truth to it, but you would never do something like that, would you?”

  “You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he hissed out at me.

  “I hope for your sake that that’s fucking true.”

  I turned, back to my room. At least that had been the intention. Apparently, Leech wasn’t done with me yet; he had to have his last word in.

  “You better watch your back, Wheeler.”

  “So had you, Leech.”

  I was back to my room before Leech could say anything further, closing the door in his face to drive home the whole fuck-off message that I was trying to send him.

  “Ember?” I called out, looking this way and that for her.

  I got no answer, and would have worried had I not heard the shower. Seemed she was settling in well enough. Good. Took some bad off of me. She had even gotten out clothes from my drawers. I could have laughed; she was going to need shit that fit her better than the T-shirt and sweats that she had laid out. I hadn’t even thought about that.

  So instead of leaving her there with my clothes to change into, I decided to change into them myself. I went downstairs. Music was blaring, as it usually was this time of night. Satan’s Sons never stopped going and it didn’t really bother me. I just no longer felt a huge pull to join in on the entertainment like the others did.

  “Hey, Wheeler!”

  “Come on, get some shots with us, man!”

  “Wheeler, come celebrate; that shit was great!”

  “Wheeler!”

  “Wheeler!”

  I ignored the calls of my name and the rowdy requests for celebrations. Instead, I went back to the rooms that the club girls took when they were entertaining. I knocked on one.

  “Elise?”

  There were moans and some rustling inside.

  “Hold on!” A breathy, girly voice came from the other side of the door. If you’ve ever seen a movie with Jennifer Tilly? Yeah. Then you know the kind of voice that I’m talking about; that was exactly the kind of sex-walking voice that Elise had. It made men weak. And honestly? I was no exception. She was my favorite.

  There were more sounds in the room, a ‘hey, come on, really?’ I chuckled, but waited patiently outside the room.

  Elise sounded like Jennifer Tilly, but she didn’t look much like her with full, thick black hair and shiny blue eyes. She did have a body on her, however, and I took it in as she leaned against the doorframe. She was full-bodied, curvy. Her breasts were covered in a bra that glittered in jewels; her lower half was shaved and bare of any clothes. She was wet between the thighs.

  “Hey, Wheeler.” She bat her eyes at me.

  “Hey, man, come on, I’m busy here—”

  “Just a sec, Bones.” I continued to look at Elise. “I need some clothes for a girl. Can you do me a solid?”

  She smiled at me.

  “Sure, come in!”

  I gave a salute to Bones, who was laid out on the bed with his dick out and wet. I shook my head at the glare that he gave me, grinning at him.

  “I’ll be out in two seconds and you can get back to it.”

  “Yeah, yeah, jerk off.”

  I chuckled and followed behind Elise. She went to her dressers, rummaging around.

  “She gonna be a club girl?”

  “Nah, she’s just ... Here for a bit.”

  “Ohh, a girlfriend?” Elise looked at me over her shoulder and winked at me. “I was wondering when Big Bad Wheeler would finally settle down.”

  I laughed.

  “Not a girlfriend, just a guest.”

  “Oh, well, that’s no fun,” she pouted. She turned around and handed over a small armful of clothes.
“That should be good for a guest. Show her off sometime, yeah?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I’ll try.”

  Elise let out a big squeal when Bones pulled her back to the bed with him.

  “Okay, now that that’s out of the way, scram!”

  I snickered as Bones pulled Elise back on top of him, sliding back into her wet pussy easily. I shook my head as the two started going noisily at it again, leaving them to it.

  Back up the stairs I went, clothes in hand. I didn’t know if they would be to Ember’s tastes, but she and Elise were about the same size, so it would be good enough for now while Ember was staying here. However long that would be ... I needed to assess the situation and perhaps get some answers out of her.

  Chapter Five

  Ember

  My shower had been a temporary comfort to this shitty, disastrous night. I had come out to the fact that the clothes I had pulled out were gone. I’d called for Wheeler, but he wasn’t in the bedroom. I didn’t know what kind of prank he was trying to pull, but honestly? I wasn’t having any of it.

  I plopped onto his bed, bouncing on it, surprised by how comfortable it was. I figured that I could entertain myself with some television while I waited for him to come back and explain himself, but what was on the television was worse than some missing clothing.

  The news was already covering the fire. It had spread through the forest—completely decimated and burned down the festival grounds and everything that had been left behind by the performers and vendors.

  “Several people have reported destroyed or stolen property following the event,” the newscaster said. “So far, no one has been reported as dead, but there are several people, including a mother and daughter, who are missing. Firefighters have yet to weigh in on the exact origin of the fire, but several reports coming in cite biker involvement, and someone on the inside.”

  The broadcast cut there, and the person on the screen honestly shocked me.

  It was Jameson.

  “Here is an eyewitness from the scene, philanthropist Jameson Mathers. Now, Mr. Mathers—”

  “You can call me Jameson,” he said. His smile was dazzling as ever, and I wanted to throw the remote control at him.

  “Jameson. Can you recount the events of the evening for us? If It’s not too much trouble?”

  “Not at all. Me and a few other friends put together this event hoping to bring in some more culture and intrigue, you know? We picked the entertainment and vendors very carefully. The last few days had gone well.”

  “Tonight was different?”

  “Very different.” Jameson nodded, solemn. “There were some bikers that showed up. They were very rowdy, hadn’t been invited, of course, but it was a public event and though they were a little loud, I didn’t think it would be too bad to let them stay about. It was supposed to be a fun event, after all. I didn’t want to cause too much trouble that didn’t need to be there.

  “Well, that was different when they started breaking things. They were all drunk, you know, disorderly. And I can go with some partying and everything, but this was a bit much. They didn’t listen to anyone that tried to get them to calm down and things ended up escalating a lot faster than I think anyone was expecting.”

  “And do you know the biker group that was responsible for this disruption? Were they just a group of people that came?”

  “I’m not sure if they came with the intention of destroying things, but I will go on record and say that it was definitely Satan’s Sons. It was all over their jackets.”

  “You’re saying Satan’s Sons are responsible for tonight.”

  “That’s exactly what I’m saying. They started getting equipment from the fire dancer’s stage and lighting things up—they had help, though. It’s not all on them. The girl dancing tonight went about helping the light things up. Looked like she was having a lot of fun with it, too.”

  “You’re saying one of the acts from the festival helped set the fires that led to tonight’s destruction?”

  “I’m one hundred percent certain.”

  “Well, this is an interesting development, folks. We’ll have more after the break.”

  I couldn’t believe this shit! He was seriously trying to pin all this shit on—

  “I see you’ve finally come out of the shower.”

  I jumped at the sudden voice and looked over to the source. Wheeler came in and had a handful of clothes. He stood between me and the television, getting in my way.

  “Well, you said that I could use the shower.” I eyed him. “And wear your clothes. Thanks for stealing those from me.”

  “I figured you’d end up being more comfortable in women’s clothes,” he said. He held them up to me, but when I tried to take them, he held on tight to them.

  “How are you holding up?” he asked.

  I raised my brow.

  “I would be better if I could get dressed and if I hadn’t just been blamed for setting a forest on fire. Get out. Shoo.”

  I tried to tug at the clothes again, this time ending up pulled off the bed. Wheeler was a big bastard and muscular, too.

  “You know, that’s not very nice to say after I helped you tonight and everything,” he said. “What’s this about you getting blamed? What are you talking about?”

  I kept my hands on the clothes while I answered.

  “I’m saying that the asshole who hired me just went on national television naming your stupid biker gang and implying that I helped in setting everything on fire. It’s all over the place.”

  That stopped Wheeler from tugging at the clothes long enough for me to tug them away from him. Success! Except when the struggle between the two of us and my getting my spoils in clothes loosened my towel, making it fall to the floor. I blushed furiously as his eyes roved over my body—remembering the way that he had looked at me before all this shit had gone down. Before when I had considered letting him into my tent ...

  I covered my body with the handful of clothes.

  “Quit looking, pervert!”

  He laughed, and looked away, turning his attention to the television.

  “You didn’t seem to be so shy when you were wiggling your body all over the stage and when I was trying to get into your tent—but hey, look. Our friend is back on the television.”

  I pushed Wheeler out of the way, forgetting my nakedness for the moment. Jameson and the newscaster were back on the screen, and I was raging to hear what Jameson was going to say next to defame me.

  “We’re back again with Jameson Mathers, speaking further on the music festival fires. To recap, we’ve already been informed that the Satan’s Sons motorcycle club were at the heat of this tragedy. Jameson, you say you have the name and appearance of the woman who you know helped this motorcycle club enact this nonsensical violence?”

  Shit ... No ... he wouldn’t actually name me? Would he?

  “Yes,” Jameson said with another solemn nod. Suddenly, my driver’s license was put on display, showing my name, my face, my information—everything—to the country.

  “Ember Amor. We hired her along with her troupe to entertain and we’re sad to know that she was a part of this destruction,” he said.

  The newscaster nodded, as if personally hurt as well by this news.

  “Now, Jameson, we’ve also gotten reports that this may have been drug-fueled. There was certain paraphernalia that was found on the site; do you have any comments on that?”

  Yeah, you bastard, what do you have to say to that?

  Jameson shook his head.

  “We didn’t promote any sort of drugs or drug use at our event. It’s well-known, however, that the Satan’s Sons run drugs and have been running drugs for some time now. It’s unfortunate that such a thing would have been brought to an otherwise family friendly event, but we’re working with the police on their investigation to make sure that everything is going through well.”

  “You complete cock!”

  I threw the clothes at the television, letti
ng out an angry scream. I couldn’t believe this bastard would have honestly implicated me in this shit—no, not implicated, directly said that I was involved! I knew how things like this went. It wasn’t like I could just stroll down to the police station and tell them no, no, Mr. Officer, this wasn’t me!

  It would be my word against Jameson’s. The rich always got their way.

  “Hey.”

  I looked up as Wheeler put his hands on my shoulders. I went to push him away, but he kept his grip there.