Whiskey: Ruthless Bastards (RBMC Book 1)

by Chelsea Handcock

  Whiskey wanted to say that they probably shouldn’t move her, but Tuck beat him to it.

  “The damage is already done, this is the fastest way to get her the help she needs. Once Crank is awake, he’ll want to know we did everything we could for her, and I won’t disappoint him. Now, get it done.”

  Whiskey did a quick assessment and gave Cathy some basic first aid, it wouldn’t help, but he needed to do something. He knew for a fact that one of her wrists was broken and at least a few of her ribs were either broken, cracked, or bruised. It looked like her torso and face took most of the damage, but that wasn’t saying much because she had damage everywhere. He hoped like hell that his Brother and Creed had made the fuckers who did this to her pay and pay painfully.

  Cathy was a good Old Lady. She had Crank had been together for years, starting their relationship while they were both still in the service. Cathy was one badass chick, and he had to wonder what the hell had happened to her dogs; those fuckers were trained to kill with a simple one-word command. How had the fuckers who had gotten her and Crank made it by the dogs? It didn’t make any sense.

  Creed pulled up to the door, and Whiskey helped place Cathy in the back of the SUV. Creed had put the seats down and created a little bed in the back for her so they could still keep her in a prone position. Whiskey was just about to jump in the back when Link surprised him by coming out of nowhere pushing him out of the way and climbing in next to Cathy. Whiskey watched in surprise as Link took Cathy's hand in his.

  “I have this, go take care of your woman.”

  Link could be an epic bastard, and even though the word woman came out of his mouth with the slightest hint of disgust, he knew his brother meant what he said. He might not like it, but he was starting to accept that Addison would be his woman and a part of his life for many years to come.

  Whiskey watched as Creed and his brother pulled away with Cathy. He hoped the best for the woman he considered a friend, but feared the worst. This whole situation was fucked. How the hell had these people come so close to the RBMC and the territory, and them not know anything about it? They owned this town, or at least, shit, thought they did. They needed to reevaluate friend from foe.

  Whiskey walked back through the door and right into his President. Tuck held them all together, but when he was pissed, the dude was one scary motherfucker. Whiskey knew from personal experience that he had earned his place in the Club by being one of the baddest fuckers around. Tuck was easy going until shit hit the fan and then watch the hell out because he could unleash hell like no other.

  “I put Addy in your room. You need to get that wire and make her understand what is at stake here. I don’t want anything to happen to her, but I meant what I said, if she doesn’t agree to your claim, then she is out. I will give you until morning, but then I expect to see both of you with her answer. We have an obligation to our members and their women, and from the looks of it, we are falling down on the job. That doesn’t sit well with me. The people committed to this Club and our lives have to be our priority, get me?”

  “Yeah,” Whiskey didn’t like it, but he understood. They had all failed Cathy and Crank. Somewhere, they had let their guard down and not protected the people that meant the most to them, and that shit needed to end now. Whiskey would make sure that Addison was one of those people, and if anyone didn’t like it, too fucking bad.

  “Understood Prez, keep me updated. I will have your answer by morning.”

  Walking to his room at the Clubhouse, Whiskey was full of apprehension, the next few minutes would seal Addison’s fate. If she accepted his proposal, she would be safe and under the Club’s protection; if she declined, she would likely lose her life or at the very least, her sanity if the Vultures ever got a hold of her. Shit, Cathy was one tough woman, and she was on the verge of breaking right before their eyes because of the things she had endured in little over a day’s time.

  Whiskey couldn’t figure out why Tuck was doing this shit; he knew the man didn’t believe in hurting women, but that was what he would be doing if he turned Addison out. The question was why? The Club often helped out people in need who had no affiliation with the Club. Whiskey just couldn’t figure out why he was treating Addison differently. Had she done something against the Club or Tuck himself to cause the man to turn his back on her when the Club and Tuck himself had watched out for Addison all these years? And, if she had, why didn’t Whiskey know anything about it?

  Brass was following behind him, and the typically vocal Brother was unusually quiet, only adding to Whiskey’s confusion. Something more than he knew was going on with the Club, and it pissed him off even more. He was an Enforcer, loyal to the Club and had been for many years. Why was he being left in the dark about something that was obviously so major that had everyone walking around on eggshells, but only around him? Shit, all questions for another day; Tuck demanded that he have Addison’s agreement by morning, and he would make sure that happened whether she liked it or not.

  Holding up his hand to stop Brass, Whiskey unlocked his door and stepped inside only to push the door closed and locking it again. He needed to get the wire off of Addison and hand it off to Brass, then he and Addison Sinclair had a few things to discuss. The room was dim, the only light coming from a crack in the blackout curtains he had installed, so it took his eyes a couple of seconds to adjust. When they did, the sight that greeted him took his breath away.

  Addison was curled up in his bed hugging his pillow to her chest. It wasn’t the most erotic pose he had ever witness in his life, but it tugged at his heart and filled places he didn’t even know were empty. Seeing Addison in his bed curled up and a slight smile on her beautiful sleeping face made him feel like he had finally, after all these years, come home. Damn, what he planned had better work or he would have to give up RBMC and his Brothers just to keep this woman safe.

  Whiskey started to walk over to the bed, but stopped in his tracks. He was a mess, blood, dirt, and dust covered his clothes from his trip to the caves. He didn’t want to scare Addison any more than she probably already was, so he detoured to the bathroom. Shutting the door quietly, he took off his clothes, throwing them in the corner. Damn, his balls hurt so bad; seeing Addison in his bed had done more than pull at his heart, it also ignited the lust he always had for this woman.

  Through the years, he had tried to wipe her from his mind, body, and soul, nothing had ever worked, and having her so close now only proved he never would. He had been a fool when he was younger, running away from feelings he didn’t understand, taking the words of others instead of standing by his own gut instincts, but damn, he had been just a kid, and really, what could he have offered Addison back then? He was so angry all the time and never thought of anyone but himself. If he had stayed, he would have more than likely hurt both of them even worse than he had.

  Getting in the shower, he let the hot water soothe some of the tension in his body. Damn, the hot water felt good, Whiskey hadn’t realized how tense he had been. Rubbing his body with soap, he became hyper-sensitized, every touch of his hand made him think of the woman sleeping in his bed. He wished the hands touching him were hers. He knew her touch would be soft and silky next to his hard and rough touch.

  His dick throbbed along with his heart beat, and his balls were so tight he knew it wouldn’t take him long to bust a nut, but he wanted to savor the moment for just a little longer. Relish the pain and pleasure his body was going through with thoughts of Addison being so close and soon becoming his. She didn’t know it, but both of their lives were about to change, and there wouldn’t be any turning back. Once he had her again, he was never letting go.

  Grabbing his hard, steel shaft with his soapy hand, he imagined the one and only time he had experienced heaven. Addison’s cunt had been so wet for him he had lost his mind, taking without thinking. She had been so tight, hot, and sweet, his control had snapped, and he took her like a mad man. The thought of her tight pussy speared him on, and he yanked hard
er on his dick, feeling the cum bubbling in his balls.

  This same scene had played in his mind over and over again through the years. He regretted how he had taken her so roughly their first time. Shit, her first time, ever, but it was like his mind had snapped, and his body had taken over, pushing into her untried body over and over again until he finally came with enough force to blow the top of his head off, making him deaf, blind, and dumb all at the same time.

  He had changed what had actually happened in his mind during their years; apart from wanting more, wanting to show her how it could be between them, he wanted the chance to give her more pleasure than pain. To prove that he wasn’t the same man he had been back then who only thought of himself. He wanted to lick every inch of her body and have her screaming his name. He wanted the same from her.

  Whiskey craved Addison putting her mouth on him. Having her warm, supple lips around his cock as he fucked her face. Watching as she watched him through half closed eyes as she sucked him dry. Tipping his head back, he imagined the way she would look on her knees as she caressed his aching balls. How she would submit and let him do anything he wanted, knowing it would only bring them both more pleasure than either could imagine. How he would demand she spread her legs further so he could watch as she gave not only him pleasure but also herself.

  Thinking of how he would make her play with herself, rubbing that tiny bundle of nerves over and over again watching as her cream coated her fingers and thighs. The thought made him pump his dick harder, faster. He imagined how she would look so close to release but waiting for him to come at the same time. She would tighten her lips around his shaft working him over, sucking harder, waiting for that moment they both could explode.

  He imagined her beautifully tortured face as she experienced both the pleasure in giving him what he needed and finding her own release. His movements with his hand become rougher, quicker, and stronger. He could no longer hold the image because his balls erupted and one word exploded from his mouth, Addison!

  That was when he heard it the bathroom door closing. Fuck, he had been so into his fantasy and getting off, he hadn’t even noticed that Addison had been watching him, listening to him. He didn’t allow himself even a second more to enjoy the aftermath of what he had just done. Whiskey rinsed off the evidence of his release and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist. Looked like he and Addison were going to talk a little sooner than he had planned.

  Addison was sitting on his bed looking confused and flustered when he walked into his bedroom. Whiskey liked the look on her and planned to keep it there just a little longer. He also liked her on his bed, even more. Addison’s cheeks were tinged pink, and her breathing was a bit fast. Not giving her a second to say anything, he approached her and crouched down in front of her. Looking into her eyes, he lifted her shirt grabbing the electronic device at her waist.

  At first, she struggled, not knowing what he was doing, but quickly settled down when he grabbed the box and removed it. Once that was done. he followed the wire that went up under her bra with his hand. Pushing up underneath the fabric, he detached the microphone from her bra but couldn’t resist allowing his pinkie finger to brush against her diamond hard nipple causing her to gasp, and his semi hard cock to inflate, tenting the small towel that covered him.

  With one more swipe of her nipple, Whiskey removed the wire. He put the device in an old shopping bag that had been laying on the floor and walked to the door. Unlocking it, he opened the door, handing the bag to Brass. Again, the fucker didn’t say a word just took the bag and walked away. Shit, maybe he was just paranoid; the shit that had just gone down was affecting all of them.

  Leaning against the closed door, Whiskey didn’t take the few seconds he had before to look at Addison. They needed to talk, he just hoped that he could convince her this was what was best for both of them.

  “Addison, we need to talk.”

  Addy's head snapped in his direction, like those words alone infuriated her. He couldn’t blame her. For the last ten years, he had been avoiding her and then when he got a chance to talk to her, he jumped all up in her shit. He hadn’t been the nicest guy back in high school, but then what happened at the cemetery and after were not votes in his favor either.

  “You want to talk now? How about ten years ago? Don’t you think that would have been a better time to talk?” She emphasized the word by scrunching her fingers like quote marks, it was cute, but he didn’t comment because of the fury he could see in her eyes. “Or maybe we could have talked six months ago when you got back into town? Shit, pick a day, Whiskey, we could have talked anytime. The only difference between then and now is you didn’t want to talk; well guess what, asshole, I don’t want to listen, how about that?”

  Damn this woman got his blood boiling faster than anyone else. He was trying to help here, he wasn’t trying to piss her off. The Addison he knew back in high school wouldn’t have bit his head off like this, she would have just listened and done what he said. Damn, he didn’t know which version he liked better; the steel rod tenting the towel said this one, but his head still wanted the sweet, innocent, obedient Addison.

  “I can’t change the past, babe, but I can do something about the future. Right now, that is what we need to talk about, all the other shit will just have to take a back seat. You brought a shit storm to the Club’s doorstep, and I’m just trying to figure out a way I can protect your ass so it doesn’t get in any more trouble, understand?”

  Addison’s quick intake of breath clued him in that he had hit a chord. Maybe she would be more willing to listen to him now that he laid some cards out on the table. Well, he had a few more to lay out before she got her bearings and started more shit with him.

  “We found Crank and Cathy, neither one of them is in good shape. Doc is working on Crank, but we had to take Cathy to the hospital. She, fuck Babe, let’s just say she isn’t in good shape and leave it at that. I don’t want you to end up that way, so you’re going to listen to me and do what I say. I left you high and dry once, I’m fucking not doing it again.”

  “I want to see Cathy.”

  “Not going to happen, babe, you are on lock down until we can figure out what we are up against. These fuckers came after you and the farm, we need to find out why. I found Crank out at the caves; that means that someone has been talking, and if it wasn’t you, then we need to know who.”

  Addison looked confused, but she was still pissed, her cheeks were bright red, she had her fists held tightly, but she was still sitting on the bed; he liked her there more and more. Whiskey knew what he had to say next would throw her over the deep end.

  “You need to talk to Tuck and tell him you accept my claim. That you agree to be my Old Lady and everything that goes along with that.”

  “What! Are you fucking crazy? We have barely spoken to each other in ten years, and now you want me to play biker house with you? Oh, wait, let me guess, you expect me to follow you around like a little puppy waiting for some scraps you might throw my way or are you expecting me just to lie down and spread my legs in front of you and your Brothers and say, please daddy take me? No, wait, I know, what you really want is a mixture of both, right? You expect me to follow you around like a puppy like I did in high school, but on your command, you want me to fall down on my knees and suck your dick whenever you get the urge. Making me the real slut you tried and failed to make me before.”

  “What the fuck, Addison, I didn’t make you into anything, you did that all yourself.” Yeah, he knew as soon as he said the words it was the wrong thing to say, but he was beyond caring, right now. She needed to get with the program, fast. “Where the hell do you get off, Addison? I’m trying to save your ass, babe, but, hey, if you ever get the urge to fall down to your knees, know the gesture would be appreciated.”

  “Pig!”

  “Bitch!”

  Addison wasn’t backing down to him, and he liked it. She stood her ground and was staring right into his eyes. His girl w
asn’t afraid of him, even in his pissed off state. That should have shocked him, but it didn’t. He liked that she knew deep down she could trust him not to ever physically hurt her. Emotionally hurt her, that was a different story and he had a feeling she was putting up as many walls as she could, just to deal with him. Underneath all that fire was his sweet Addison. He knew it.

  “You better fucking believe it. I’ve learned a lot over the years, Whiskey. All those pretty words and promises men spout to get in your pants don’t mean shit when the going gets tough. As soon as they have it, they fucking walk or walk all over you. Those were the lesson’s your two-minute fuck taught me, and every man since has just proven the lesson over and over again.”

  The way she said his road name pissed him off. Addison shouldn’t be calling him that when they were alone, in front of the guys or in public, sure, but in private, he wanted her calling him Aiden. He also didn’t like the thought of her with other men or learning any so-called lessons from the assholes; he would have to kill the motherfucker if he ever found out someone other than him had touched her. She was his, always had been, always would be. So, she needed to keep her mouth shut about other dudes if she knew what was good for her or them.

  He didn’t have any right to expect her to have waited for him. He sure as hell hadn’t been waiting on her. During his years in the service and since being out, he had fucked every woman he wanted. He was far from a saint, but Addison had always represented innocence to him, and he wanted to believe she still was.

  “When we are in this room or in private, you will call me Aiden just like before,” Whiskey said stalking toward her; once he reached her, he grabbed her arms and stared right back at her. “In public, you will play this part to the hilt and make everyone believe you are just as much in love with me as you were back in high school. Your fucking life depends on it, do I make myself clear, Addison?”