“Hey,” I said and sat down next to him. “I was gonna ask you for some help.”
He smiled and shook his head. “I know what you’re gonna ask, and I’ll check it out, but you’re in trouble, doll.”
“What?”
“Your man is seriously pissed at you.”
“Why?”
“Not my business and I’m staying out of it,” he said and got up. “Like you so I thought I'd give you a heads up,” he added and nodded towards the clubhouse.
That’s when I noticed Brick, Bull, Bear and Dawg coming out of it. All four of them halted when they saw me and then three of them smiled. Dawg wasn't one of the three. He waved at me and walked over to the office, threw the door open and I couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but I did see Lanie nervously getting on her feet and hurrying out.
She met me halfway to the door, and she threw a quiet ‘sorry’ to me. I still had no fucking idea what this was about. I tried to remember if I’d said something to Lanie that he could be pissed about, but at the same time it seemed a bit odd that she’d tell him about that. Once she was out, he closed the door and walked over to stand in the middle of the room with his arms crossed, and he really looked like he was about to explode.
“Are you shitting me?” He finally said after we’d stared at each other for a while.
“What?” I usually had some hunch about why he was pissed at me, but not this time. Since Mace's comment I'd been racking my brain about what I could've done this time. “What did I do?”
“Are you or are you not my woman?”
“Ehh, is that a trick question?”
“Yes or no, Edie!”
“Yes.” I figured this wasn't the time to, once again, point out that I wasn't that crazy about being referred to as someone's 'woman'. “At least I hope I still am.”
“So when you’re being evicted, why the fuck are you going stay at your sister’s and my president’s house?”
I couldn’t believe it. That he’d be pissed about that. Mildly annoyed, maybe, but this was way more than that. I was stunned, and I stared at him and realized that this is what happened when you were with guys who talked about you as 'their woman'.
“Ehh, well...”
“Edie, for fuck’s sake. What the fuck!”
“Is that really what you’re pissed about?” I thought it might be something else, but my question seemed to make him even more angry.
“Yes! I’m fucking pissed about it!”
Yes, and apparently me thinking it was a stupid thing to be angry about it made him even more angry. Because to him that was a stupid question, even if I didn't think so. It was pretty obvious that it was, in fact, that I’d asked about staying at Lanie’s house, that had made him extremely angry. Which I thought was pretty fucking ridiculous, to be honest. Since saying that would get me into more trouble, I had no idea how to argue about it.
“Why?” I finally asked.
“Well, let’s see,” he said and walked up to me. “One: because you didn’t even think about asking me, and I’m supposedly your Old Man, and two: because I’ve had hints about fucking my woman at Brick’s place all fucking day, and three: I’m your Old Man, I take care of you, not your sister's Old Man. Four:...”
I wasn’t really up for hearing anymore. I had no idea how to argue about something I found so silly, and he was so damn close, he smelled good, he’d been gone for four days and the man was sexy as hell when he was angry, something I had never noticed before since I was usually equally angry. But not this time. So I grabbed his cheeks and shoved my tongue into his mouth. After about two seconds his hands were on my ass, and he held me close to him. He was soon pressing his rock hard dick against me and I groaned. When I reached for his belt he took my hands.
“Forget it, Nibbles. I’m still pissed at you.”
“If it makes you happy, you can yell again when we're done,” I said and reached for his belt again. “Or while we're doing this, I don't care.”
He smiled and turned me around, pushing me over the desk. He locked my arms behind my back by hooking one arm around both my elbows, with the other hand he opened my jeans and pulled them down. I felt his fingers inside me.
“Jeez, you're soaking,” he chuckled. “What's up with that?”
“I missed you.”
“I can tell.”
He rubbed his dick over my entrance, and when I groaned impatiently he pushed inside, still holding my arms behind my back in a firm grip. His hand was on my hip, holding on hard enough to bruise, and he pounded into me in a relentless tempo. Then I felt his lips on my shoulder, licking and then up to my ear, nibbling.
“Like that?”
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
“I missed you too, baby.” He panted into my ear. “Fuck, you feel so good, Nibbles.”
“Harder.”
He did what I asked and I felt it, I was so damn close, and when the grip on my hip got even harder and he held my arms tighter, I came, trying to contain my screams, and then I felt his dick throbbing, and he bit down in my shoulder as he came with a loud grunt.
He let go of my arms, and I put them in front of me, resting, trying to catch my breath. When he slipped out I shivered and then felt it. Semen. And he seemed to realize it at the same time.
“Shit! Condom.”
I turned around and looked at him. He shook his head with a crooked smile, hooked his hand around my neck and gave me a kiss.
“Guess we’re gonna have to get those tests done then?” I said.
We’d talked about it—go and have a full check up so we could skip the condom, then we’d agreed on waiting a few months; that’s what they recommended anyway. I was on the pill, but that had been mostly to try to get rid of some of the cramps and decrease the bleeding. No matter the reason, I was glad I was, at least I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant.
“Yeah. And you’re not staying at Brick’s place. At least not if you want some.”
“So you won’t come and fuck me at Brick’s house?” I said as I pulled up my panties and jeans.
“No. Might go there for a barbeque and fuck you, but I’m not staying the night. Would feel like high school all over. Banging a chick at her parents’ house.”
I put my arm around his neck and kissed him. “So can I stay at your place if I don’t find a place before I’m kicked out of mine?”
“Absolutely.”
“Will you clean it up a bit before I come?”
“I will.”
I’d been there, once. The place was a dump. We’d stayed for less than five minutes, it was just so he could pick up some clothes. Most of his clothes were at my place by now. According to him the only thing he had there that he gave a damn about was his music collection. Vinyl. I’d been very surprised about it when he told me, since he hardly ever talked about music, but apparently he used to be quite the music geek when he was younger.
“I need to move out before the end of the month and I have more stuff than when I moved in, think you could help me?”
“I’ll help you.” He hugged me. “Tests tomorrow, and baby...”
“Yeah?”
“Next time you need help or a favor, you ask me first.”
“So bossy.”
He grabbed my ass and lifted me up until I was face to face with him. “You know it, woman. But I’m your boss and no one else's.”
“Good to know. And I’ll ask you next time. I just didn’t think about it since you don’t seem to want me at your place.”
“Not about that, your place is nicer than mine.”
“Okay.”
“And now I’m gonna have to go out and hear about fucking at Brick’s again.”
“All day?”
“All day, baby!” He gave her one more kiss before putting her back down. “Still love you.”
“Love you, too.”
There was a knock on the door and Brick came in. “You kids okay?”
“Yeah,” I said and picked up
my bag.
Brick looked at the desk and the mess while shaking his head with a crooked smile on his lips. “Well used, that desk. Sturdy thing,” he said and leaned against the doorpost.
“Eww, I fucked in the same spot as Lanie.”
Dawg laughed and pushed me towards the door. “I’ll clean up here. I’ll see you tonight.”
“Buy condoms, I think we’re out.”
He nodded and looked around before starting to pick stuff up. I watched him for a few seconds before I closed the door. Bossy fucking bikers.
-o0o-
Dawg picked up the first pile of papers and looked at Brick when he started to help him.
“I'll take care of it.”
“Okay,” Brick said, sat down in the chair and lit a cigarette. “Wolf had a call from his guy at precinct. Do you know Jessica?”
“The stripper? Not really. What about her?”
Blond thing, pretty, big tits. When she started working at BB she'd always gone straight home after work. Hadn't been hanging out at the club at all. She'd been hitting on him pretty hard, though, but had made it clear that she wasn't a sweetbutt, and he made it equally clear that he wasn't interested in her as anything but one. He'd seen her doing similar things to other single members. He'd pegged her as one of those girls hoping to become an Old Lady and had stayed the fuck away from her because of it. After a few months she'd started to visit the club more often, most often with Bucket or Mace.
“She was arrested last week, and Juan Herrera posted her bail.”
Dawg turned around and started at Brick. He knew very well who that was. “Who knows?”
“You, me, Wolf, Bear and Mech. She's working as we speak, Bear has called Ella to get her phone. Mech is gonna go through it while running her info again.”
It had been two months since the attack at the warehouse, they'd gone through everything and everyone. Even he had helped Mech, and he was by no means a computer genius. They'd called everyone they knew and told people to keep an eye out for anything that could be related to Phoenix Águilas, and it looked like it finally had paid off.
“Want me to go up there with Bull to prepare?”
“No. Ella is keeping an eye on her, making sure she'll stay after closing. We'll pick her up from there and take her up to the cabin. I'll have Bull and Sisco go up there and then come back. You can wait here.”
They sat in silence. Questioning a woman wasn't something he looked forward to, and he knew that no one else did either. But if she was the one who'd sold them out, they needed to know. And they needed to know exactly what she'd passed forward.
“How did we miss her?” He asked and he didn't mean missed her being the source. More missed her in the initial check up.
“I looked at her papers. From Missouri, some hickville town. There was nothing standing out at all.”
“I'll call Edie, tell her I'll be late.”
“Yeah, good idea.” With a deep sigh Brick stood up. “So you two are okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, I don't want you fucking in my house any more than you want to fuck there.”
“I've already fucked in your house.”
“You know what I mean!”
“I do.”
Once Brick was out, he put the rest back on the desk and picked up his phone to call Edie. He really wasn't looking forward to that night.
-o0o-
Bull didn't know much. Brick had called him, told him to bring Sisco and get the cabin ready and then meet them at the BB. He walked inside and was met by Brick, Bear, Dawg, Wolf and Ella.
“Who?” He asked and looked around.
“Jessica,” Brick said and pointed at a gagged blond.
He recognized her. He'd had some blowjobs, but no more than that. He stared at Brick. Taking someone up to the cabin was almost solely a one-way trip and very rarely women. Last time it had happened it was his ex-wife, and she did get a return ticket to Phoenix and was told to stay the fuck away. But he didn't question it, he gave Brick a nod and grabbed Dawg to go and get the van. None of them talked. He parked out back from the BB and waited. Two minutes later, Brick and Bear came out with the gagged girl, threw her in the van and closed the door.
She was trying to scream through the gag, and Bull turned around, grabbed ahold of her hair and stared at her until she shut up.
“You're gonna need your strength, so I suggest you shut the fuck up until we take that gag off you.”
He had no fucking idea what this was about, and he wasn't going to ask Dawg while the bitch was in the back of the van. When he took a look at Dawg, he decided that he wasn't going to ask him at all. He was furious, which made him wonder if she'd said something before they gagged her, or if Dawg was just in a generally bad mood.
At the cabin, he got out, grabbed Jessica and hauled her inside, tying her to a chair, and then went back out to wait for Bull, Bear and Wolf.
“What the fuck is this about?” He asked when they got off their bikes.
“Jessica was arrested last week, and a Juan Herrera bailed her out.”
Bull took a deep breath. “Is it the Juan Herrera I think it is?”
“It is,” Wolf nodded. “My guy in county gave me a call. I'd mentioned we were looking for Phoenix Águilas, and he knew this guy, said it was one of their sergeants, so it's the one you think it is. I called Bear, and he had Ella check her phone. Mech is working on the data, but he got the basics and restored some of her texts.”
Wolf threw a phone, he assumed Jessica's, and he looked through the texts. It was bad. At the same time he wasn't sure how bad it could be. Jessica wasn't one of the regular sweetbutts, came around to party now and then and even if she had been, they didn't talk in front of the girls.
“Who is she? I mean, we do background checks, can't be someone that close to them? Since we just re-did them all. And she's definitely not Mexican, only have to look at her to see that.”
“We think she's just bought,” Brick answered. “At least that's the current theory. There's nothing else that fits.”
“That's why we pay the girls well, so they can't be bought,” Bull pointed out. “It has to be something else.”
“Why don't we ask her?” Dawg said behind them. “Think she'll tell us whatever we want to know.”
The others looked at each other and nodded before walking inside. Bull walked up to Jessica and pulled off her gag.
“Please...” she started and he put his hand over her mouth.
“Begging isn't going to get you anywhere. So listen to the man and tell him everything he wants to know, but no begging. That clear?”
She looked at him with big eyes and nodded. He turned and looked at Brick who pulled up a chair.
“Here's what we know, Juan Herrera bailed you out last week when you were arrested and he's high up in the hierarchy within the Phoenix Águilas. The fact that he bothered to bail you out means you're important to them. And if you're important to them while working at our strip club, it makes me a bit worried. It makes me think you're feeding them intel. My guess would be that you're the one who told them about the warehouse, and they're hoping that you'll find out where we grow our pot. How am I doing, darlin'?”
Her eyes were big, tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she nodded. She'd probably thought that she'd be safe with him bailing her out, since it wasn't public record who paid the bail. It was still incredibly stupid of them. But then their intelligence level hadn't exactly dazzled Bull so far. He was mostly curious about how she'd found out about the warehouse.
“Tell me everything,” Brick said.
“I worked for them, at one of their clubs. They told me that I could get out of there, if I could get a job at your club...” She kept her eyes on Brick. “So I applied... their clubs aren't like yours... so... I just wanted to get out.”
“Why didn't you just quit?” Wolf asked in a harsh voice.
“I didn't volunteer for the job. A lot of the girls there don’t. It's just...
girls, they lure them in, pick them up, hook them on drugs, get them to prostitute themselves and threaten to tell their parents what they've done.”
Bull knew about it, trafficking. As oppose to most people he also knew that a scary big part of the trafficking victims in the US were American girls. But it still didn't add up with the info he'd had from her so far. He looked at Brick, knowing he knew the same thing and he asked just what Bull would've asked.
“We did a background check, you're not wanted or reported missing.”
“They gave me the identity of one of the other girls. One of the regulars. No one is looking for her, and I looked a lot like her.”
“Why not send her?”
“She's dead.”
“Keep going,” was the only thing Brick said.
“I just had to tell them how things worked, keep them informed, listen to you talking at the strip club, see how you seemed to react and...” She sniveled. “Then it changed.”
“How?”
“They wanted me to hook up with one of you. They said that if I was whoring around you wouldn't tell me anything, but if I was one of your girlfriends or just steady pussy...”
“Who?” Bull said. If she had, in fact, been someone’s pussy, he didn't know about it, and he usually knew about that stuff.
“Anyone. I... tried, but,” she glanced at Dawg, so she'd obviously tried with him. “I... couldn't. So they... told me to try other things or they'd come and pick me up, get me back to their club.”
“What things?”
“I-I-I don't know. I poked around, talked to the girls who you hang with, found out you're selling pot and... they wanted me to check out your office, but I didn't find anything there.”
They weren't stupid enough to have anything on paper. What they had was on computers secured by Mech. She would've never been able to access that.
“Then they told me that I had to... try, anyway, and I started hanging at the club more. As pussy.”
He might've seen her with Mace and Bucket a few times, but not enough for her to find anything out from them. They never talked to the sweetbutts about the club. No one should be that stupid. Bucket wasn't there, but Mace was standing slightly behind her and wasn't showing any emotions at all. More importantly, he didn't look worried, so he wasn't the one who'd told her about the warehouse.
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