Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  She breezed past the table, not giving Outlaw a second look and made a beeline for Bunny, her old man, Stretch, a couple of Probates, and Ghost.

  Outlaw shot to his feet.

  “You fucking asked for it, asshole,” Johnnie snapped. “Leave her the fuck alone.”

  “You ain’t been here this fuckin’ weekend, motherfucker, so shut the fuck up.”

  Mortician banged on the table, grabbing the attention of the five girls. “Bitches, leave.”

  They didn’t question him, they just followed his orders.

  “Now, Prez, seeing as it’s just us at the table, I need to ask you something.”

  Glancing over his shoulder and watching as Meggie accepted a glass of wine from Stretch, Outlaw tensed. “What, Mortician?”

  “You agree with me now? You tired of having one girl in your bed?”

  “You saw me touchin’ any of those bitches, assfuck?”

  “You pissing Meggie the fuck off.”

  “She my wife. I do what the fuck I wanna with her.”

  Mortician tasted his vodka, then shrugged. “I don’t know, Prez. Seeing you and Meggie go through this shit just making me more certain about walking away from Bailey.”

  Outlaw opened his mouth to speak.

  “C’mon, Prez. Meggie asked you to go away with her for a night to make up, you fucking tell her you can’t because you having a fucking party because Digger had a point about not having pussy around for single fuckheads. That motherfucker not even here. You just doing that shit to be a mean motherfucker because you a stupid motherfucker.”

  Outlaw growled and narrowed his eyes, but, with just the four of them at the table and too much noise for them to be overheard, Mort wouldn’t get his tongue cut from his head.

  “What happened with Chester fucked up. For real, Prez,” Mortician said quietly. “But if you wanna go all psycho on us, don’t push Meggie away. Unless you tired of just one chick and unless you realized you don’t know her as well as you thought. Unless you figured you don’t love her.”

  “Me and Megan…”

  “Are friends,” Johnnie reminded him. “You two tell one another everything. I’ll bet she’s just waiting to have you open up to her, so she can comfort you.”

  “I ain’t fuckin’ needin’ no comfort. I comfort her, not the other fuckin’ way around.”

  “Okay, Prez. But the last time I checked, Meggie a young bitch. You the motherfucker who told my ass while dirty motherfuckers like us getting hooked on young pussy, young bitches learning to love dick.”

  Perhaps, Mort’s words wouldn’t have been as effective if Meggie hadn’t headed toward the exit with Bunny and their little group, still not glancing at Outlaw.

  “What the fuck?” he snarled, shooting toward her and grabbing her arm, yanking her back.

  “I need some fucking popcorn for the show we about to see,” Mortician said with a snicker.

  “LET ME GO,” Meggie screeched, shaking her arm free and shoving him away, effectively halting all conversation.

  Mort and Johnnie clanked their bottles together in a toast.

  Outlaw leaned down and whispered something to her. Obviously it was about her clothes the way his finger pointed up and down.

  “I bet five hundred Meggie breaks him in less than five minutes,” Johnnie said, his face darkening when Outlaw shook Meggie.

  “No, I don’t agree. This shit has fucked with Prez bad. It’s going to take her a little more than that. He need a little bit of her crazy.”

  “Didn’t we get that the other day?” Val asked, fascinated by the fierceness of Meggie’s eyes but disappointed they were speaking too low for anyone to hear.

  “This shit different. She didn’t push the right buttons, talking about babies and shit. That—” Mort nodded to her and smiled in appreciation—“That shit the fucking crazy he need.”

  Val nodded. “I’m with you and—”

  “What’s going on?” Zoann interrupted.

  While Val hesitated to bring Zoann up to speed, Mort filled her in and her eyes lit up. “I’m with you, Mortician,” she said, surprising the fuck out of Val.

  “Five minutes almost passed and all we’re seeing mostly is a bunch of hand gestures and finger pointing,” Val said with a sigh. “So—”

  “Fuck me,” Outlaw roared, kicking the chair. “I fucking mean it, Megan.”

  “Do you?” she spat. “I mean it, too, Christopher.”

  “I told you once be-fuckin-fore don’t walk around this motherfucker lookin’ like a fuckin’ slut.”

  “Go sit down somewhere,” she shot back. “You’re not telling me how to dress, especially when they are dressed in less than me and you’re ogling them.”

  “What the fuck you want me to do? Pluck my fuckin’ eyes out? Them bitches here, I can’t help but fuckin’ look at them.”

  “This is getting nowhere,” Meggie said in frustration, throwing up her hands. “I’m going outside with Bunny.”

  “No the fuck you ain’t. You stayin’ the fuck in here with me.”

  “So you’ve gone from telling me to stay in the room to sitting with you?” She narrowed her eyes. “I don’t think so.”

  She turned on her heel.

  “Megan, I swear to God, you walk out that fuckin’ door and I’m spankin’ your ass.”

  “Bite me,” she tossed over her shoulder, stomping to the door.

  Before she reached outside, he jerked her back so hard she stumbled and Johnnie got to his feet.

  “Man, sit your dumb ass down,” Mortician snapped, grabbing his wrist. “I know what’s going on here. Just wait—”

  “Ooooo, she got him,” Zoann said, pointing.

  Val swiveled his chair all the way around. Outlaw was struggling to get to a chair with his wife, looking madder than a motherfucker, huffing and puffing, doing his best not to hurt her, while she fucked him up with her teeth and nails.

  “Yeah, fight me, baby,” he snarled. “Think you can get away from me? Think the fuck again. You ain’t ever gettin’ away from no-fuckin-body who wanna fuckin’ hurt you.”

  Jesus.

  Zoann looked horrified and Meggie went still.

  “Jesus Christ, Christopher,” Johnnie managed.

  He’d gotten control of Meggie and this shit no longer amused Val. He just felt for his friend, who’d gotten his wife over his knee and slapped her ass. Meggie yelped, her feet and legs flailing. He did it once more before she raised her hand and dug her nails into his jaw, and scratched.

  “OUCH, you little bitch!” he hollered, releasing her to grab his cheek. She scrambled to her feet and punched his other jaw. He shot to his feet. “What’s the fuck’s wrong with you?”

  “I’d say you,” Zoann called out with a snort, and rolled her eyes.

  Her comment distracted Outlaw enough that he didn’t see Meggie barreling into him. He toppled over and she landed on top of him, pounding his chest until he grabbed one of her wrists. He couldn’t catch the other one. While he rolled to straddle her, she jabbed him in his eye.

  His hold slackening, Meggie got to her feet, her hair streaming all about her, her shoes gone, her tits rising and falling with her hard breaths. She snatched the hem of her dress down, a sure sign of Outlaw’s temporary insanity. Meggie had just shown her pretty lace thong and he hadn’t shot them.

  She kicked Outlaw’s thigh. “Now, you big jerk. I’ve gotten away. Happy?” she snarled and started for the door again.

  Outlaw staggered to his feet and sucked away the blood from his lip before smearing the blood on his jaw.

  “Yeah, baby, I’m happy.”

  Meggie stopped and heaved in a breath. “You’re a psycho.”

  “Yeah,” he agreed. “I’m your psycho, though.” He grabbed a seat and dropped into it. “How come you ain’t fuckin’ got away from Spoon, Megan? Before he beat the baby out of you.”

  “What? Did you want me to leave Kendall?”

  “Fuckin’ yeah! I expect you to leave any
motherfucker to keep you fuckin’ safe.”

  She looked at the ceiling. “Oh God,” she said dramatically. “I got away from Spoon when we were still at the clubhouse.”

  Surprised exclamations rose up and Outlaw cocked his head to the side.

  “Kind of just like I got away from you, but Kendall was still in the room. It was all happening so fast. I picked up a baseball and hit the other guy in the head.”

  “Come fuckin’ again?”

  She shrugged and went to him. “There wasn’t another weapon around. I got into the office and closed and locked the door, but we were cornered.” She sat in his lap and his arms automatically went around her. “If I hadn’t fought Spoon, he wouldn’t have punched me.”

  “Meggie, girl, now do this shit right,” Mortician grumbled under his breath. “Don’t fuck with his head any more than it already been fucked with.”

  Outlaw went silent, that same bleakness returning.

  “You’re determined to torture yourself, aren’t you?” she asked. “I know you knew about most of it, but I didn’t know if you knew about that part and I didn’t want to bring it up.”

  “How the fuck I’m gonna know about it if you ain’t fuckin’ opened your mouth and told me?”

  “I got away, Christopher,” she repeated. “If I hadn’t fought Spoon, he wouldn’t have beaten me.”

  Mortician scowled. “Not right, girl,” he snapped—

  “You fuckin’ right—”

  “He would’ve just shot me to death and gotten it over with,” she inserted quietly, leaning back to gaze at him. “Once I made the choice to go, every decision I made led to that. Not Kendall. Not Spoon. Not you. Me. You’re angry with me? Fine. But be angry with me for the right reasons.”

  Outlaw leaned his head back. “Fuck, Megan.”

  She got to her feet and indicated the girls, who knew their party with their god was over. Meggie had gotten through to him. Val didn’t doubt Outlaw still believed he’d failed her, Zoann, and his mother, but Meggie had finally pulled him back under her influence.

  “Since…since you didn’t want me here,” she continued in a small voice. “I was just going walk to the construction site with Bunny. The guys were coming to watch over us.” She nodded to the girls. “H-Have fun.”

  “I ain’t been havin’ fun with them bitches, baby.” He thrust his fingers through his hair. “You doin’ your pussy lockout thing?”

  “I love you,” she said in a soft voice. “I think you, um, need…” She bit her lip and blushed, shoving some hair behind her ear, “me,” she finished with a sniff.

  “Can we talk about some shit on my mind first?”

  She stood on her tiptoes and whispered something in his ear and his eyes brightened. He laughed. “Wicked little bitch, you would like your ass spanked.” He held out his hand and she placed her own in his, allowing him to drag her along. As she passed Mort, she winked at him and he nodded, tipping his bottle to her.

  The moment they were out of sight, the talking started again, the laughing, the glasses clanking. Val realized there had been tension in the room when he’d first walked in. Even though those bitches had been at Outlaw’s table, he’d been giving them exactly zero attention or encouragement. Seeing that sight must’ve put everyone on edge and made them wonder what the fuck was up with their prez who’d prefer to shoot someone than to disrespect Meggie.

  “I win, motherfuckers,” Mort announced.

  “I do, too,” Zoann reminded him. “I bet with you.”

  “You got it, girl.”

  “I propose another bet,” Johnnie cut in.

  “What?” they chorused like dickheads.

  “Will Megs get pregnant again?”

  “That’s the bet?” Zoann asked in surprise.

  “Should there be another one?”

  “Maybe, it should be is she already pregnant,” Mortician suggested. “And if not how long before she twist Prez finger and get him to get her pregnant?”

  “That’s a good one,” Val agreed. “How much?”

  “Ten,” Mort said casually.

  Zoann choked.

  “You can bet ten grand so casually, why don’t you pay the fuck up with Bailey?” Johnnie asked.

  “Just open your fucking safe that you fucking stole from Sharper and pay,” Val said with a smile.

  “I didn’t steal that shit. Motherfucking money mine from my mother. I just fucking returned it to its rightful owner. Me.”

  “Is there a fucking bet or not?” Johnnie asked with irritation. They didn’t like to think about Sharper Banks and the shit they’d done.

  “Mort, why Meggie winked at you?” Val asked, quickly changing the subject. “You coached her or some shit?”

  “Meggie got all the tools in place to fuck with Prez,” Mort answered. “I just had to fucking nudge her and tell her don’t mention a fucking baby to him right now. Don’t talk about no fucking birth control pills. Fucking nothing.”

  “So you had Bunny and the rest of them there?” Zoann asked.

  “That shit just fell into place. I don’t know what the fuck would’ve happened if Meggie had gone and talked to one of the Probates on some shit.”

  “What the fuck do you mean?” Johnnie snapped. “You know what would’ve happened. You’d be cleaning up fucking gore right about now.”

  “Enough, Thing 1, 2, and 3,” Zoann cut in. “We need to figure out how to help Meggie help Christopher, instead of joking about him.”

  “It’s fine, Chester.” Mortician winked at her when she threw him a dirty look. “He might be a little on edge now until he work this shit out in his mind but he no longer angry. He love Meggie more than he love his own fucking life. He’s accepted it again, and….Wait, any more fucking surprises we might need to know about and prepare ourselves for? Cuz Prez take protecting his family seriously. Any of your other sisters been hurt?”

  Zoann made a face. “The only other one he’s kind of close to is Ophelia and she just had a boyfriend who used to knock her around.”

  “Oh, fuck.”

  “He doesn’t have to know that, does he?” Zoann asked, panicked. “Don’t start something, it won’t be anything.”

  “Don’t fuck with my saying,” Mort grumbled. “It’s don’t start nothing, won’t be nothing.”

  “Whatever, Antichrist.”

  “Church tomorrow,” Mortician announced.

  Val nodded and gave Zoann a half-smile. “I figured. Honeymoon’s well and truly over, babe.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  As soon as Church ended, Val intended to find a way to remove those fucking cameras from Zoann’s old room and, most important, Outlaw’s and Meggie’s room. Zoann would eventually forgive him for his 007 games.

  Outlaw, though? No fucking way. Val’s eyes would be plucked out and he’d get buried, bleeding and alive. He couldn’t wait to put this last fuckup behind him, once and for all, and start with his new life as Zoann’s man and Ryan’s father. Somehow, he’d find a way to put Meggie at ease again and get completely back into Outlaw’s good graces. He had a lot of redeeming to do and it would start as soon as Church ended.

  As soon as the girls left with the kids, Church would begin and, then, Val could breathe easier. Get on with the rest of his life. He was finally looking forward to the future for the first time in memory.

  He smiled, the sight of Meggie walking behind Little Man and his miniature black monster truck, tickling him but not amusing Outlaw.

  “Megan, baby, c’mon. We gotta get this fuckin’ meetin’ started.”

  A press of the remote control she held sent the car zigzagging between the tables and Little Man squealing behind it. “Sorry, Christopher. Cash gave this to CJ a little while ago and he’s fascinated with it.”

  She held the control above her head and pushed the stop button.

  “Ma ma ma!”

  Little Man’s cry of protest made Meggie’s face fall. She sidled a pleading glance to Outlaw, and he scowled.
r />   “How ‘bout this, baby? You and my boy get the fuck out. I fuckin’ finish early and us three go do somethin’ together?”

  Her eyes lighting up, she nodded and shoved the remote control in Outlaw’s hand. She rushed after her whining son and dropped to her knees to retrieve him from the table he’d parked himself under next to his frozen monster truck.

  If Val never saw another pair of ragged edged jean shorts for the rest of his fucking life, it would be too soon. Especially on Meggie. Her upper body wedged between two chairs while she pulled her son out, crawling backwards and wiggling her little ass.

  Too busy watching his girl to see the other motherfuckers leering at her, Outlaw stomped to her and shoved the chairs in opposite directions. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and, clutching her son, jumped to her feet, the little slits in the shoulder and long sleeves of her oversized shirt quite sexy. Val wanted a shirt like that for Zoann, even if he was the only one she ever wore it for.

  Cigarette smoke thickened the air and brothers were beginning to move, restless at the inaction. Here and there, laughter burst in the air.

  Outlaw grabbed his son and Little Man twisted, reaching for Meggie.

  “Give Mommie one second, my little love,” she cooed, concentrating on the remote again.

  “Yeah, boy, let your Ma play with her toy,” Outlaw said with a snicker, capturing his son’s attention. Little Man grabbed his chin, his chubby hands gripping tight.

  Using the remote, Meggie backed the monster truck up, missing Cash’s pleased amusement. The vehicle zoomed forward and collided with the leg of a chair, dislodging it.

  Outlaw narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side. One way and then the other and back again, his intense concentration deepening the more Meggie remotely guided and crashed the toy.

  “Megan, baby, c’mere.”