The problem was, these guys were just as cordial as the Iron Crows. Still, there was something going on and I needed to report in.
I thumbed my ignition and felt the familiar rumble in my bones of my Harley's engine. The building on the outside was quiet. Outside was lonely, littered with a few bikes. I rode slowly away from a collection of Harleys and humans not that much different than the Iron Crows.
~ ~ ~
I was sitting in Sonar's office. "Ace wasn't there. His sergeant at arms didn't seem to think that was unusual."
Sonar was making notes. "How many patches were in the clubhouse?"
"Six."
He muttered, "Probably all of them, but not Ace. Hmm."
"Massacre said the Outlaws would forgive them if they opened up a new flow of drugs here."
The vice president made a face. "Likely, he's right. They wouldn't get the respect, but their unsanctioned pop-up might be ignored. We keep drugs out, but we do... certain contracts for the Outlaws. If Sons of Aggression move in, start running drugs supplied by the Outlaws and also assume the contracts, the Outlaws win. We hung in the balance with them for a long time." He leaned back and tapped his pencil on the edge of the desk. "They weren't real happy that we were dedicated to keeping the drugs out, but our work for them was a payoff, of sorts. I'm sure they'd prefer we were replaced."
"What kind of work?"
"Don't ask."
I sighed. "Sorry, I know, club business is club business."
"That's right. Keep your eyes open when you go tomorrow. And your ears."
"There was something else, too."
"Hmm?"
I said, "When Massacre told me about opening drugs and prostitution here, the others in the club didn't seem happy about it."
Sonar froze, his pencil horizontal between fingers of both hands. "Interesting. All right, out with you."
I got up and made my way out.
In the common room, I saw Kristy talking to Viking. He had her up against the wall near the bar.
Donna came up to me, waving a beer. She kept her voice very low. "He's been doing that for a while now."
I grunted. Viking had been one of the bikers who had raped my bride a few months back. "It's no big deal."
She studied me. "Are you aware that she..."
I smiled; she didn't know. "It's a long story. But yes, I know she has certain arrangements with Dealer."
Her eyes went large. "You know?"
"Sit, I'll try to be brief."
She sat.
I sat next to her, close. I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to keep my voice low. She didn't flinch. I turned my head to look her in the face. "We were taken captive by the club."
She looked shocked. "You what?"
"They mistook us for feds who were wanting to establish a drug ring here."
"Oh..."
"During the captivity, Kristy was raped – to get her to talk."
Donna's mouth was open.
I continued. "When they discovered their mistake, they let us go. Dealer felt really bad about it all—"
"I can imagine. I've never seen a more honorable man..."
"Anyway, Kristy had...come to like it. And so did I."
She started to make a surprised smile, but pursed her lips shut. "Oh..."
"Viking was one of them."
Donna looked over at my wife, tilting her head in consideration. She said nothing for a few seconds. "She seems so happy."
"She is."
"I never imagined something like that could happen to a married woman that wouldn't destroy a marriage. You just let her...?"
"We love each other. If she wants to feel something with one of them, why not? She laughed when I told her I had Angela jerk me off. Thought that was funny."
Donna blushed at me. "You..." She covered her mouth.
"I like to watch, to be involved, but I get so excited it hurts the rest of the day."
She said nothing.
Viking was coming over, Kristy trailing uncertainly behind. He weaved a little, clearly feeling good from drinking. He said, "Hey, uh..." His eyes darted to Donna and back.
I waited, thinking I knew what he wanted to ask.
He lowered his voice. "Do you... mind if, um..." He motioned to Kristy and himself.
I smiled. "Donna and I were just talking about that."
Viking straightened abruptly. "Oh."
I leaned around him to Kristy. "You want to?"
She was holding her hands together and shrugged, looking up at the biker. Then she nodded.
I shrugged. "Sure, Viking. Let's go."
His face broke into a big grin. He sure looked like his nickname – long blonde beard and hair.
I said to Donna. "Come along, if you want. Take a look for yourself."
She looked aghast. "Me?"
"Yeah, why not?"
She moved slowly, getting up with me. "Um, okay..." Curiosity lit her face.
We followed Viking to his room. It was simple – a bed, a dresser and a weight bench. The big man started kissing Kristy.
I nudged Donna. "Hey, let's grab a loveseat." We went back out and picked up a small loveseat. We carried it into Viking's room and set it down. I said, "Perfect."
Donna looked nervous, watching Viking's hands roaming all over Kristy. She whispered to me as we sat, "You're really okay seeing this?"
"I guess so. My dick sure likes it."
She giggled.
Viking began undressing. Kristy's hands were down at his crotch, moving. His dick came into view and she was stroking it.
Donna looked amazed.
Viking called over, "Hey, uh, shut the door."
I shot up. "Oh, duh." I did so.
He tossed my wife on the bed and she laughed. He tore at her jeans as she took off her sweatshirt.
Donna was staring, open-mouthed, her hand clutched at her denim shirt. "This seems so dirty..."
I grinned. "But you can't take your eyes away."
"I want to, like I should be hiding my face, but..."
I chuckled. "It was that way for me, too. I wanted to kill everyone who had touched her, but when I saw it with my own eyes, I got excited."
She leaned over, murmuring, "I never considered myself a voyeur."
Feeling brave, I asked, "What's your kink?"
She blushed. "Toys."
I laughed.
She looked horrified.
I shook my head. "Tame."
She burst out laughing.
Viking flipped Kristy over on the bed and spread her legs. He moved her around like a ragdoll, pulling her where he wanted her. His cock stood out straight and thick.
I whispered, "Fuck, he's big."
Donna whispered back, "Isn't he going to hurt her?"
"They've done it before."
Viking brought his pole near Kristy's pussy and rubbed it at her opening, then he moved harshly forward, driving his cock into her and stuffing her pussy full.
Kristy moaned loudly, mouth open with her face on the bed.
Donna moaned quietly beside me. "Wow."
Viking ignored us, having his own fun. One foot on the floor and his other knee on the bed, he hammered her pussy with strong strokes. My wife's body flopped and jerked as he roughly took her. Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, gasping quietly as he pulled out and moaning loudly when he pushed in.
I couldn't help it; I shifted my jeans down and began stroking.
Donna's eyes went even wider. "Oh fuck."
"Sorry."
"No, no, it's all right..." With a move of decision, she undid her jeans and shoved her hand down her panties. She gasped, going back to watching Viking fuck my wife. "You really like this?"
"It's fun to watch, isn't it?"
She gasped. "Yes."
I reached over, "You want me to do that for you?"
She looked at me, surprised. "You would?"
"Yeah, why not?"
She laughed nervously. "Okay, and I'll stroke yo
u."
"Go for it." We traded hand positions. I slipped my hand down her panties and into her warmth as her fingers gripped around my erection. I curled my fingers and found her hole. She bit back a moan and lifted her hips.
She jacked my cock with a jerky hand, trembling all over next to me. She whispered, "Oh my god, this is so hot."
I dipped my fingers into her hole. She was wet and warm. I finger-fucked her while she jacked me as we both watched Viking pound his cock into my wife's pussy from behind.
I could feel Donna's pussy clamping on my fingers. Her breathing was ragged.
Kristy's eyes were closed, her mouth slack. She was gone, just moaning over and over with growing urgency.
Donna groaned and I moved my fingers up to toy at her clit. She jerked violently, and then clamped down on my arm with her hands. She convulsed, gritting her teeth through a sudden orgasm. She was clutching my forearm and leaning against me, her mouth panting against my shoulder. She squealed and shook, then yanked my hand away. "Enough, enough."
I chuckled. "Good, huh?"
"Yeah, let me help you."
"I'm okay; I don't need any help."
"But I want to; let me. This is exciting."
"All right." I scooted down a little and let her stroke my rigid cock. I focused on my wife's pussy being rammed and felt the excitement in me build. Donna was doing a good job on my dick and I felt a welcome bond between all four of us. Maybe Donna and I were just hang-arounds, but I felt it.
She didn't jack as good as Angela, but her hand felt good and I was straining, lifting my hips and shooting my cum up onto my shirt. I groaned with relief and slowly settled back down.
Donna giggled. "Nice."
"What?"
"You didn't dribble. I hate when men dribble."
"Oh, yeah, I shoot out a bit."
She wiped her hand on her jeans and zipped up. "That was fun."
"Well, you can watch with me if she does him again, though I think Dealer wouldn't appreciate an audience."
She looked horrified. "Oh, no, I bet not. How often does Viking and your wife...?"
I shook my head. "This is the first time since our captivity."
She slowly nodded. "I see..."
"But I'll grab you if they do it again and you're here."
She smiled happily. "Cool."
CHAPTER 7
I rode to the Sons of Aggression clubhouse. I took my time, tooling along slowly and just enjoying the wind in my beard.
On a whim, I turned along A Street and pulled into the parking lot at the corner. It was a realtor's office with hedges. Diagonally across was the Keystone Motel. I scanned the cars and immediately picked out the white four-door sedan. Desperate broad? New prostitute in town? Neither fit. A flashy truck, all black and chrome roll bars pulled in. It was so clean it hurt to look at it. It obscured my view of the sedan for a second, making me scowl at it.
However, I did a double-take, gripping the handles of my bike so hard my knuckles hurt. The man that got out of the truck was oily looking, and walked like a king. It was Ace. He didn't look at the car, but went straight to a door and knocked. The door opened and he went in, but from this distance and angle, I couldn't see who had opened it. Was the car connected to the room? Or was it parked for another room? Was it a coincidence the car was here?
I waited, feeling no rush to get to the clubhouse. If Ace was here, then some action might be here. I used my phone and took a couple pictures. Then I texted Sonar and attached the picture. I typed:
Jim Butcher: Ace seen at the motel.
Jim Butcher: Fleet car outside? Maybe.
I kept waiting and watching. Eventually I got a return text.
Steve Gillens: Can you get a pic of the plate?
Jim Butcher: Will do.
Ace came out several minutes later and got into his truck. After he drove away, I got off my bike and hoofed it across the street. I might have been under surveillance the whole time, I didn't know. I walked past the car and saw the rental agency sticker and plate frame. Uh, not a fleet car. I thumbed a pic of the plate and kept going. At the end of the parking lot, I turned back. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked back the same way. I looked nowhere, just down at my feet like I didn't care for nothing.
Back at my bike, I saw some woman staring out the realtor's window at me. I waved.
Climbing on my bike, I texted Sonar and attached the pic.
Jim Butcher: Rental car, guess I was wrong
I put the phone away and thumbed the ignition.
~ ~ ~
I drank beer from a refrigerator at the SOA clubhouse. I didn't see Ace. I wondered what kind of president didn't hang around his own club? The bikers deferred to Slaughter, the vice president.
I found all their names to be in that same goofy line: Slaughter; Massacre; Slicer; Pulverizer; Meatgrinder; and the like. But, except for Massacre, the others seemed like really good guys. None of them seemed like the kind that would have wanted to push drugs or prostitutes.
I shook my head. "I don't know about clubs. I'm just a bouncer who has a ride. I don't think I'd like dealing drugs."
Meatgrinder nodded, shifting his eyes towards Massacre and back. He grunted. "No worries. No worries at all." He leaned back in his chair.
I said, "Why did you join?"
"Ace pulled us all together. We moved up here from Parker County."
"All of you?"
He grinned and shrugged. "Ace paid for our relocation costs."
"Mighty generous of him."
"He said it was nothing. Not compared to starting up our club in a fresh town. We had some Hells Angels moving in on Parker, butting up against the Outlaws. Wasn't going to be a good scene."
I laughed, "I think I'd get the fuck out of town, too."
We shared the laugh and drank in silence for a moment.
I asked, "Does Ace ever come to the clubhouse?"
He shook his head. "Well, for meetings, yeah."
I didn't want to say anything against their president, so I didn't respond.
Meatgrinder volunteered, "He stays at home, strategizing our moves."
"He has a place here, too?"
"Yeah, nice two-story brick job on Valley View."
"Ohh...the nice part of town."
He gave a single dip of his chin and raised his beer bottle. "So the Iron Crows never give you trouble at the bar?"
I lied. "Oh, you know. If one gets too drunk and loud, I ask them to leave." I shrugged. "But otherwise, they're really good guys. Keep to themselves and almost never get in fights."
Meatgrinder gave me a dry look. "I was at the Daily Dollar. Cost me three hundred to fix my lights."
"The Outlaws might have busted your head instead of your bike."
He grunted sourly. "I paid another hundred and twenty-nine for the tickets we all got."
I laughed and slapped the table. "Sorry, that just makes me wonder what's worse? Maybe I would've taken a broken face."
He snickered. "We think alike. Messing with my Harley, now, that's gotta be a sin."
~ ~ ~
I rode along the streets and passed the motel. The white car wasn't there; I guess I had given a false lead. I hoped they weren't upset over it. I wasn't a fucking detective.
I checked my mirrors to make sure I wasn't being followed. But who would follow some pudgy guy in a windbreaker? It's not like I was a member of one of the clubs. I pulled up to the Iron Crows and backed my bike in next to that gnarly-looking hot-rod ridden by Miguel.
I walked inside and tossed my helmet onto the table to the right that held all the helmets. I turned and approached the bar on the left. "Hiya, Smoke."
She was always a little heavy on the mascara. Reminded me of old pictures of Elizabeth Taylor. "Hi yourself."
"I'm feeling a little Scotchy, today. And could you let Sonar know I'm here?"
She poured me a drink. "He told me to just send you back. Knock first, though. He might be jacking off." Her eye-twinkle t
old me she was kidding.
But I was caught off-guard and laughed. "Sure thing." I sipped at the Scotch and waved to people in passing.
Gunner stopped me. "You doing all right, Jimmy?"
Sometimes Gunner came across as if he cared. Then there were times he acted like I had shit in his bed. I said, "With the other club? I guess so."
"No, I mean your faith."
"I pray every morning, though I don't know if I'm doing it right."
"Easiest thing. Pray for guidance and wisdom and always pray using the name of Jesus."
"That's necessary?"
He shrugged. "God hears those prayers as if Jesus were praying them."
"All right." I shrugged. "I need to see Sonar."
"Of course you do. Why are you standing here jacking your jaws at me for?"
I laughed and shook my head.
Gunner wheezed like an old Chrysler and let me go.
I passed Dealer in the hall. He stopped, pivoted, and followed me to Sonar's door. I knocked.
Dealer snorted. "Just go in."
Sonar's voice drifted through the door. "Come in!"
I went in and sat. Dealer leaned against the wall and folded his arms. I was a little surprised he was interested.
Sonar had his forearms on the desk, poised forward like a gargoyle. "Good work on the picture. We had Davies run the plate." His eyes shifted up towards Dealer, but the president hadn't moved or even blinked.
What's the big deal? It was a rental.
Sonar said, "White, four-door rental. Can't be more obvious than that."
Huh?
Dealer said, "The feds are here. But why? Ace being there..." He trailed off as if he had choked off his words.
Sonar cleared his throat in warning.
Dealer waved his hand.
The vice president said, "Did you learn anything new today?"
"Yep. Ace lives in a two-story brick house on Valley View."
Dealer straightened off the wall as if jolted.
"Fuckin' A. Saves us the trouble of finding him and following him."
Sonar bobbed his head, swallowing. "Awesome, Jimmy. Anything else?"
"He almost never shows up at the club. Stays home to strategize. He also paid for everyone's relocation costs from Parker County."
Sonar whistled.
Dealer checked his watch. "Excellent. Forty minutes to spare until the meeting."
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