Viper: The Brimstone Kings MC

by J. J. Marstead

  Five minutes go by, and she’s still in the shower. My leg starts moving up and down on my heel, my nerves are alive, and I’m worried about what she’ll end up telling me. Yeah, I know right. I sound like a pussy, but that woman in there, in that shower, is the love of my life and I’ll fight for her. I know I’ve fucked up over the past two weeks with Destiny. “Stupid,” I mumble to myself.

  My phone pings in my pocket of my jeans and I groan because I know for a fact it’s either Ace or Pit. I grab my cell to check who it is and it shows Pit’s he texts me. That man won’t call unless it’s dire need and with texting, he’s one finger type of guy. I shoot off a quick reply letting him now I’ll be there.

  I make my way towards to the front door. The echo of the water moves through the apartment. Should I tell her I’m leaving? I shake my head because between club business and her being the way she is. I don’t have time to argue about shit right now. After I find out what Pit wants, Tammy and I will be having a little chat. I don’t want this bullshit to drag on. It’ll end up either almost killing me or I go insane. Take your pick.

  The clubhouse is in an uproar when I get there. The whole club is here. There are a few ladies here and there, but nothing like the usual amount. I hear yelling from behind the doors where the church is held. What the fuck is going on? I look over and see David with a grim look on his face.

  I shake my shoulders, rounding my head and I walk over to the door, turning the handle and push it open. I’m in shock when I see Hammer on the table with blood soaking through his shirt. What the fuck? I shake my head at the scene and rush over to the table, stopping beside Stitch.

  “What the fuck happened?” my eyes wide taking in the amount of blood and the groans coming from Hammer, make me wince. Fuck, he must be in a lot of pain.

  “Isn’t there something you can give him for the pain?” I shoot out; watching Hammer twitch each time the Doc touches him. Poor bastard.

  “I gave him a little something already. I can’t give him anything else right now. He’s more panicked than anything. All the moving around he’s doing is what’s causing him to be in pain.

  “What the fuck happened?” I ask again. Pit comes crashing through the doors with a pissed off expression etched on his old face.

  “Those sons of bitches from the ‘Pandora MC’ decided it was only fair that Hammer got hit and bleeds out, considering Ace killed Mark. They wanted one of us dead as revenge.” He spits out. His face turning red a little and the veins in his neck are pulsing fast.

  “Calm down a bit Prez. You don’t want to end up in the hospital because of a heart attack.” He nods his head and closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breathes. Those mother fuckers are going to pay for what they did to Hammer. I wonder if Pit contacted their Prez about this.

  “I called the Pandora’s prez as soon as Hammer arrived here. How he got here, I have no fucking clue. He mumbled about being attacked and shot and that he drove here crazy bastard. He should have called one of us.” He shakes his head before he continues. “The prez didn’t know a fucking thing about it. I guess, there’s a new prez. It's run by Julian’s son now, Reece. Julian was having some health problems so, he stepped down.”

  “So, it’s this Reece guy now that’s the prez? What the fuck did he say? He must have said something about Hammer being shot and left for dead.” My anger is boiling. Who do they think they are? If they want a war, they’ll fucking get one. Pit sighs while Stitch removes the bullet. Hammer hissing like a mother fucker.

  “Fuck, that hurts,” Hammer groans, his jaw hard and tight.

  “Well, it ain’t going to feel fucking good, now is it,” Stitch mentions and the glare he gets from Hammer. I cough trying to hide my laugh.

  Stitch grabs the needle and thread and starts stitching Hammer up. I turn my head to look back at Pit.

  “The prez is going to deal with the fuckers that did it. He promised. There were only three of the members that weren’t at the club. So, he has a pretty good guess at who it was. It was the three guys that were always at the club with that son of a bitch, Mark.”

  Well, that explains it. Mark’s friends wanted to take revenge on one of our members. Fucking Reece, better do something about it because if he doesn’t. I’ll fucking handle it, and he doesn’t want me to be the one handling them.

  “We have a meeting with Reese tomorrow night. To see what he’s going to do about those little fuckers that shot Hammer,” Pit growls. I’ll fucking be there no doubt and Ace too. I don’t want these little shits to get off the hook easy.

  “Does LeeAnn know what happen to Hammer yet?” I ask. I can only imagine what she’s going through right now.

  “She knows, we called her a few minutes before you showed up. I’m sure any minute now she’ll be busting through those doors like a mad woman,” he chuckles lightly.

  Five minutes later LeeAnn comes in with a wild look in her eyes, searching around for Hammer. When she sees him on the table, she bursts out crying. Pit goes over and talks to her, and she calms down a bit. I hear the deadliest in her voice. “They will pay for what they’ve done right?” Pit nods his head, and she turns back to Hammer, who has opened his eyes and smiles when he sees LeeAnn standing there beside him.

  “Hey Sugar,” his words a little slurred from the medication Stitch gave him. I shake my head grinning. She scolds him a little but then she breaks, she places a kiss on his lips. They have been together for five years, and it seems like they fall in love with each other all over again every day. That’s what I want. That’s what I could have with Tammy, but she won’t take the time to even give me a chance, give us another chance.

  “Well, everyone the show is over. Hammer needs to rest. So, you all can go.” Everyone leaves the room but Pit and of course Hammer, LeeAnn and myself.

  “Hammers room here is all set up. I don’t think it’s wise to get him into a car tonight.” Pit mentions to LeeAnn, and she nods.

  “Thank you,” she says softly.

  Pit and I help Hammer up and he groans, the fucker is going to be sore for a while. We walk towards his room with LeeAnn in tow and when we get to his room she opens the door, and we head in, placing Hammer down on the bed.

  “Do you need help getting Hammer undress?” I don’t want to see the fucker naked, but LeeAnn is petite. So, for her to undress him, it’ll be hard. The guy is at least two hundred and thirty pounds. She shakes her head, a little smile playing her lips.

  “No, I think I’ll manage. It wouldn’t be the first time I had to undress him, and I don’t think it’ll be the last.” I chuckle and tell her good-night. Then I leave the room.

  What a fucking night! I need something, I need a fucking beer. I need Tammy. Fuck this, I head to the bar area in the club. I shoot beers back left and right. I remember bits and pieces of what happens after that. All I know is that I want to see Tammy; I need to be with Tammy. Next thing I know, is I’m getting one of the prospects to drive me over to Tammy’s apartment. It’s eleven thirty, and her light is on, so I know she’s home.

  I knew she had a date tonight, that asshole that I opened the door to earlier. I have my ways of finding out shit. I wasn’t too happy about it but what the fuck can I do? She told me no, that it won’t work but do I listen? Nope, here I am at her apartment, standing at her door ready to knock.

  My hands feel like they weigh a fucking ton when I bring it up to knock on the door. I just want to see her face. A minute later, she opens the door, and her eyes widen taking in my presences.

  “Umm, what are you doing here?” her voice betraying her, I hear the huskiness in her voice. She’s just as horny as I am. She’s probably so fucking wet right now that her panties are soaked, that is if she’s wearing any. Hum… I can’t hold back the groan that comes out of my mouth because I love the fucking taste of her pussy on my tongue. The sweet and salty of her juices are addictive, I love it. If I could, she would be my breakfast, lunch, and supper.

  My cock hardens against my je
ans, the zipper digging in. I shift my cock in my pants, and her eyes go wide as she stares down. I know she wants my cock and she’s going to get it. I need her right now. I had her once today, and that was nowhere near enough.

  I grab a head of her neck and bring her to me, kissing the shit out of her. She moans against me, her hands running up and down my torso. I walk us in the apartment kicking the door shut. I bend down lifting her up by the ass. I make my way to her bedroom, my mouth devouring her lips and then her neck. She’s grinding herself against me and groans. She’s putty in my hands.

  “Do you want me to fuck you up against the wall? Do you want my hard cock slipping in and out of your tight pussy? Give in, Tammy. I want it, and I know you want it.” Her eyes dilate, and she bites her lower lip, bringing it between her teeth.

  “Yes,” I thought for sure she would fight me on this, but I’m just fucking thankful she said yes. My head is fuzzy from all the beers. I just hope I’m up to the task and I perform.

  She’s wearing a nightgown; I just fucking hope she has no underwear on underneath it. My hand goes in between us and my fingers touch her bare pussy. Fuck, Yes!

  She’s wilting against me while my fingers tease her soft flesh. Her heat wrapped around my fingers.

  “Now, please fuck me. I’m so fucking horny, my insides feel like they’re on fire,” She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I place her on the bed, and she looks like a goddess lying there.

  I fuck with my belt and my zipper and then push them both out of the way. I rip off my shirt. I look into her glazed over eyes. I lean over her on the bed, giving her a kiss before slamming into her. She screams out, clawing at my shoulders. Fuck, I love it when she’s rough like that. She loves when I’m rough and hard. I want her more than my next breath. I don’t want this to end tonight, but I know she’ll throw me the fuck out once where finished. I might as well try and enjoy this for as long as I can, before she switch’s personalities. That’s one thing with Tammy, one minute she’s cool when it comes to us and then boom, she’s fucking nuts and throws me the fuck out of her life faster than a bouncer at a night club.

  She’s moaning and biting her lip while she scratches at my back. I pin her to the bed with my hips, my cock still nestled inside her hot pussy. Once she sees my upper body, her hands roam all over my stomach, and I bask in the feeling of her hands touching me. Desiring me. I know, how much she loves my body. She outlines my club logo tattoo with her finger. God, she knows how to rip me, how am I going to be able to walk away from her after this? I don’t want to walk out of this door tonight, not after this.

  “Fuck me, Dalton.”

  My body is fucking hotter than a volcano, right now. I want to give her exactly what she wants, so, I fuck her hard. She’s close because I feel her walls tightening around my cock.

  “I’m close,” she says her voice deep and rough.

  She reaches down and swirls her finger over her clit, and I can feel her starting to get even tighter, she’s right there. I’m not far off either. I pick up my pace, and she’s screaming out my name and tightening to the point, I swear if it was any tighter it would cut the circulation off around my cock.

  I hammer into her over and over, and my balls are heavy, and I feel them getting tighter. I come inside of her, with my head in the hollow of her neck, grunting out her name as the first squirts erupt from my cock. When I pull out of her, she whimpers a little. My cock is full of my come mixed with hers, no condom again and I don’t give a fuck. I want her pregnant with my child and after seeing that letter at her front door. I want her barefoot and pregnant.

  “Oh, my God. This shouldn’t have happened.”

  Did she just say that after I fucked her brains out?

  “Well, it did, and I don’t fucking regret it one fucking bit,” I say. She gets off the bed, her legs shaking a little as she tries to catch her bearings. I can tell our little fuck fest took a lot out of her because her eyes have little bags starting. I think it’s time for me to head out, even if I don’t want too, but I don’t want to argue with her about it tonight. She’s tired, and I’m getting there. Both of us like this won’t do either of us any good.

  “I’ll talk to you tomorrow okay? We are going to talk about this. What happened between us just now is not something you should throw away, Tammy. I know you know it, but you're just being stubborn as fuck about it.” She nods her head because she doesn’t have it in her to fight right now. Good, because my head can’t take it right now. I place a kiss on her forehead and one to her lips quick, and then I leave her apartment, the prospect is in his car waiting for me. Thank fuck he stayed. My ass would have had a long walk home if he left. I would have had time to sober up before hitting my front steps.

  “Clubhouse or your place?” Blake asks.

  “My place.” He nods and starts the car and pulls away from Tammy’s. I tell Blake the address.

  Tomorrow should be fun, we’re heading over to the Pandora’s for a meeting with Reece. I’ll have to make sure my piece is fully loaded in case something fucks up, and one of those fuckers shoot first. I’m not taking any chances. I don’t trust those fuckers. First Ace and now Hammer being shot, I’ll be prepared for them.

  Blake pulls up to my place and drops me off. Once I shut the car door, he leaves to head back to the clubhouse. I smell like Tammy, and there is no way I’m hopping into the shower and washing her scent off me right now. I sleep better when I can smell her around me. I need a good night sleep after these past weeks.

  Thoughts of Tammy pregnant and in a white wedding dress plays over and over in my head.

  Once my head hits the pillow, within a matter of minutes, I’m dead to the world.

  Chapter 8

  I can’t believe I had sex with Viper, twice yesterday. When he showed up late last night. I could tell in his eyes, that he was drinking and he came to see me and not that bitch face Destiny. I admit it made me giddy inside, knowing he came here instead. My pussy is deliciously sore today.

  Tonight, is my first night working at Club Edge, Anthony the owner is sweet. Poor guy doesn’t seem to have any luck with finding the right ladies, that’s for sure. We ended up talking for a bit, and the guy has been through hell with his ex’s.

  I’m going to be keeping track of the paperwork in the office for him because he has two other clubs he owns, he can’t be everywhere all the time. He knows that I have a good record and Anna might have tipped him off that, I’m a hard worker. On top of that, I’m getting paid more than what I was making at the club too. So, it’s a win-win. I don’t have to see Destiny’s face again, and I get more money. I haven’t heard from Dalton yet, I was sure he would text or call or do something after yesterday, but nope. It stings a little that he hasn’t taken the time to talk to me. My stomach starts turning for some reason, and I feel the puke go to my throat. I run to the bathroom. I’m heaving and puking over the toilet.

  When I’m finished, I flush the toilet and brush my teeth, then washing my hands off. Since I found out that I’m pregnant. I’ve been having little issues with morning sickness. I open the cupboard in the bathroom looking for something for my stomach, I don’t want to end up calling in on my first day saying, ‘Sorry, can’t make it. I’m pregnant and the morning sickness is rough’ that wouldn’t make a good impression. I move a few things around looking to see if I have Tums or something. With me being pregnant, can I take tums? Oh, my God. How can I not know this? I’m already a horrible mother.

  “Oh, my God,” I utter out in shock. My brain isn’t working fast at the moment with the knowledge that I’m pregnant, and the baby won’t be able to survive in my body because I’m not able to carry a fetus. My eyes burn. This can’t be happening to me again. I can’t lose another baby. I’m scared to death. I remember when I woke up with blood between my legs, I knew I lost the baby. It almost killed me and telling Viper was the hardest thing, I had to do in my life. He was so broken, and I don’t want him to end up going through that again. My body is bro
ken. I can’t give him the child he wants. My body hates me.

  Maybe, I should take another test to be sure. I know I have one in this cupboard somewhere. I search around for it, and I see it.

  I take a deep breath and grab the test, ripping the package that holds the test and slips it out in my hand. I walk over to the toilet and take my pants down letting them fall to my feet and lean over the toilet. My bladder is aching with the need to relieve myself. I put the test between my legs and pee on the stick. After I’m done, I put the cap back on the top of the test and put the timer on that came with the test. Now, it’s the waiting game, three long minutes to know the what fate has in store for me.

  I wash my hands again, and I put the cover down on the toilet, and I just sit there with my head in my hands, trying to think of what to do if it turns out I am pregnant. Do I tell Viper? Of course, the baby, if I’m pregnant would be his. I haven’t been with anyone else but him. I’m lost in thought then I hear the ping of the timer go off. My nerves are so out of whack right now. I feel like I’m going to be sick again. I close my eyes and take a deep breath in and try to relax a little before even looking at the results.

  Once I’m calm down a bit, I open my eyes and move closer to the little stick that can change everything in my life, simple as one or two pink lines. I grab the test not even looking at it, I’m staring at myself in the mirror. “You can do this, Tammy,” I tell myself in the mirror. I finally look down and my stomach drops, the two lines are clearly there, I’m pregnant. The tears fill my eyes because I know the fate of this pregnancy. It’ll be the same as the other pregnancy, I had. Give me something to be happy about and then snatch it away.

  “Oh, my God. What am I going to do?” I mumble out into my empty echoing bathroom. I drop to my knees and sob for what I know will happen. I don’t usually pray but at this moment, where I was so desperate for answers. I prayed, and I prayed hoping someone will answer me. The bathroom is filled with silence, only my rough breathing can be heard. I close my eyes. I need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I need to be at work in an hour in a half, and I can’t show up with my eyes red and puffy. I get up off the floor and wipe my eyes and stand straight. I head to my room to get ready for work with my mind all over the place.