CRASH: The Rogue Sinners MC

by Claire St. Rose

  Hammer and Lolly looked at each other. “Just promise me none of them walk away,” Lolly said, his voice cold and hard.

  “None of them walk away,” he confirmed.

  ***

  “Get them out here!” Andrew roared then turned on Honey. “This is all your fucking fault!”

  “Mine? Why is it my fault?” Honey complained.

  “You’re the one who said you could help us! You’re the one who said there were guns coming in. You’re the one who told us the clubhouse was empty and we should take the women! Now my fucking clubhouse is a smoking hole in the ground and the pigs are crawling all over it!” He glared at her as the rest of the Knights women were hustled out of their rooms.

  “Wait a minute,” Honey said, backing away. “All I did was pass along the information!”

  “Yeah, and look what’s happened! You said they didn’t know you were the mole!” he snarled as he followed her.

  “I didn’t know! I was played, too!” Honey said, still backing up. “Babe! Stud! I would never cross you, you know that! Its Peyton you want! She’s Ironside’s old lady. Initiate her! Get back at him by fucking up his old lady! I’ll help! I owe her!” she wheedled, trying to get back in his good graces. “We can initiate her together! Wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like to fuck her in the ass as you make her eat my pussy? Come on, Stud, think about it! Ever had your old lady initiate a bitch before? I can do it! I’ll do it for you!”

  Andrew paused. Honey was sexy as shit, just like Peyton, and having them fighting to the death as he fucked them? That was be something new. He smiled, the idea growing on him. Honey had fucked the club over and he decided he would initiate her, too, as an example to all the other bitches of what happens if you fuck the Saracens.

  “Get her ready,” he growled, handing her his weapon.

  Honey smiled and moved to where the brothers were gathering the prisoners, a path opening as she moved through the cluster of women. “I’m going to enjoy this,” she sneered as she stopped in front of Peyton. She pressed the gun into Peyton’s side as she hauled her nemesis to the center of the courtyard where Andrew waited by the pool. “Here is she.”

  “Strip. Both of you,” Andrew ordered as the rest of the Saracen men and women pushed and shoved the Knights women forward, not wanting to miss any of the show. He watched as the two women glared at each other a moment before Honey handed her gun to Bone and began to undress. He took it, looked at it in puzzlement a moment, then shoved it into his belt with a shrug.

  “Anything for you, Babe,” she purred.

  Peyton stalled, knowing the Knights were coming.

  “Strip or I’ll kill you where you stand,” Andrew rumbled.

  She knew he wouldn’t hesitate, so she began to undress, but as slowly as she thought she could get away with. “Honey fucked you over good, didn’t she?” Peyton said as she removed her clothes. “Whiteshirt played her. He knew she was fucking you, and she led you right into the trap.”

  “Shut up!” Honey yelled.

  “She has a bug in her purse. They know exactly where we are,” Peyton said, willing to say anything to stall for time.

  “That’s not true!” Honey cried. “Don’t listen to her!”

  “So where are they?” Andrew asked. “Why aren’t they here already?”

  Peyton forced a smile. “Fireworks! I understand there was some good ones at your clubhouse today. I’m sorry I missed it. I bet they felt it in Akron!” She forced her smile wider as she mouthed the word boom, opening her fingers and hands as if they contained an explosion.

  Andrew bottled up his rage as he began to strip, using it to pump himself up. He was going to hate fuck this bitch until she was fucking dead.

  ***

  Ironside led the Knights as they blazed along the Ninety. They were riding dangerously fast, almost the double the posted speed limit, cutting in and out of traffic, but they didn’t have a moment to spare. He tried to tell himself they were riding to save the old ladies and club girls but he knew it was a lie. He would do everything he could to get them all out safely, but he was riding to rescue Peyton.

  He was going to find that fucking Andrew Moore and he was going to kill him, and if he’d hurt Peyton, he was going to kill him as slowly, and painfully, as possible. Andrew, and that bitch Honey, too, assuming Whiteshirt didn’t get to her first.

  He braked hard, stuck behind a battered and rusted Nissan as it crept past slower traffic. He thought about trying to pass the car on the shoulder, but it would be a tight squeeze, and he remembered what happened to Dolch. He would be no use to Peyton if he were dead or his motorcycle was disabled, so he waited, shouting obscenities at the driver, until there was enough room to squeeze around. He banked his Dyna to the right and twisted the throttle, squirting though the gap, the rest of the Knights, twenty strong, flowing past the car in his wake.

  ***

  Peyton listened intently for the sound of approaching Harleys but heard nothing.

  “You’ve fucked me over for the last time,” Andrew growled, tossing aside his pants. “Both of you.”

  “What?” Honey cried. “Stud, Babe, I’ve never—”

  “Shut up!” he roared. “I’m going to initiate both of you! I’m going to fucking break you and then I’m going to let every man in the club fucking break you, then I’m going to invite every crack-head in the city shove his cock into you.”

  “Stud! Why?” Honey cried. “I’ve helped you! I’ve let you fuck me any way you want! I just want to be your old lady!”

  Andrew lips twisted into a cold smile that didn’t touch his eyes. “Because I’m sick of your shit! I’m starting to think Peyton is right and you were setting us up.”

  “Andrew! No!” Honey cried, gasping for breath, her heart thudding in her chest.

  Peyton smiled. “Huh. What do you know? It’s sooner. You like apples, bitch? How about them apples?”

  He began to stroke his cock as he smiled. “You’re loyal to the club? Prove it to me.”

  “Yes! Yes! Of course I’m loyal!” Honey said, nodding her head vigorously. “I’ll do anything!”

  “Kill this bitch.”

  Honey smiled, relaxing slightly. “With pleasure.” She turned to Bone to retrieve the gun.

  “Not like that,” Andrew said as she held her hand out and Bone started to pull the weapon from his belt.

  “What? How?”

  “With your bare hands.”

  Peyton said nothing, cocking her head slightly, listening, straining to catch the sound again.

  Honey chewed on her bottom lip. “Why can’t I just shoot her?”

  “Because that’s too easy. It proves nothing,” he rumbled, getting into the idea of fucking them as they tried to kill each other. “I want to see if you’re really committed to serving the club, of doing what it takes to be a Saracen.”

  Peyton heard it again, closer this time. She turned to face Honey, trying to buy a few more seconds. “Come on, Honey,” she sneered. “Want another shot at me? We can go, right here, right now. I got nothing to lose. How about you?”

  Honey hesitated. She’d gotten her ass handed to her both times she’d gone up against Peyton, but she was trapped. She forced a smile. “Okay, Babe. I’ll kill her for you.”

  Andrew took a couple of steps back, his cock aching with hardness. He was going to let them soften each other up a bit, then he was going to fuck them so fucking hard!

  “Hear that?” Peyton asked with a smile, the bellow of hard charging V-Twin motorcycles becoming clear. “That’s the sound of the fucking angels of death!”

  Andrew stiffened, now hearing what Peyton heard. He grabbed her hair to keep her from escaping in case it was nothing. “Check it out,” he ordered a couple of the men.

  “You’re so fucking dead!” Peyton sneered.

  “Shut up!” he snapped, giving her head a jerk, causing her to hiss in pain.

  “It was all part of the plan. Blowing up your clubhouse. Getting you
all together here,” Peyton gasped, her face twisting in pain as she tried to free her hair from Andrew’s grasp. “She called them while you were gone! Told them were you were!”

  “That’s a fucking lie!” Honey shrieked.

  “It’s the fucking Knights!” Meat yelled, running back into the courtyard as the bikes roared into the parking lot on the other side of the rooms.

  ***

  Ironside’s Harley skidded to a stop and he threw himself from his bike, the rest of the Knights only a moment behind him. “Spread out!” he yelled as he dashed for the cover of the building. Back against the rooms, he removed his helmet and dropped it.

  He didn’t know where the women were, but he assumed they were on the inside set of rooms, those that faced inward to the courtyard. There was an opening that passed under the second story that led to the courtyard that seemed to be the only way in. It had several thick yellow posts you could easily walk between, but would prevent a car or other vehicle from driving through. That was a serious chokepoint and a major kill zone.

  “We need another way in,” Ironside said as Whiteshirt joined him, the rest of the Knights spreading out, two rushing into the manager’s office, a pair of pops from a suppressed weapon following a moment later.

  ***

  The women, realizing their chance, scattered and ran. The men, preoccupied with setting up to defend against the Knights didn’t have time to worry with them and let them go. They were in a good place to defend, and they knew where the Knights had to come through, but they were trapped. The only way out was where the Knights had to come in.

  Andrew released her, turning to his clothes before remembering he’d given his weapon to Honey. “Fuck,” he spat before running after Bone to retrieve his weapon.

  The moment Andrew released her hair, Peyton shoved Honey away and turned to run, but Honey grabbed her and dragged her back, spinning her around. She was in a blind fury. Peyton had ruined everything, again, and she was going to kill her.

  ***

  Lolly and Hammer nodded at each other and charged around the corner of the rooms, running hard into the courtyard as the women began to arrive. “Fuck!” Ironside snarled as he heard suppressed pistols open up inside the courtyard. He’d ordered them not to do something stupid!

  “In the manager’s office! In the manager’s office,” Ironside bellowed, pushing the women aside as he lunged around the corner and gave chase, the rest of the Knights following.

  He burst into the courtyard, his weapon at the ready. The Saracens were scattering as Lolly and Hammer pounded across the courtyard, their weapons barking as they ran. He saw Peyton and Honey locked in combat inside the pool fence as a naked Andrew ran away from them. He didn’t know what was going on, and didn’t care, as he bolted toward the two women.

  CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

  Honey picked up a lounge chair and swung it viciously. Peyton jumped back, the chair whooshing past, just missing her. As Honey stumbled, off-balance from the swing, Peyton dove in again, grabbing the chair as Honey tried to swing it back.

  With an almost inhuman scream, Honey began to push, her legs pumping, driving Peyton back with the chair between them. Peyton dug in, trying to hold her ground, but Honey’s had her off-balance. She took three fast steps back, trying to get her feet under her, but the last step met nothing but air.

  With a cry of surprise, she went into the pool, instinctually holding the chair as she tumbled backwards into the water. Honey, caught by surprise, couldn’t release the chair fast enough and went in after her.

  Ironside burst through the gate just as the two women went into the water. He skidded to a stop as he watched them twist and turn as they sank in the deep end, Honey trying to pin Peyton to the bottom with the chair. He stood, his heart pounding, watching Peyton grab her opponent by the hair, holding her down as they fought with the chair between them. He wasn’t a strong swimmer, but he had to do something because it was clear they were going to drown each other. With a snarl of anger and fear, he began ripping his clothes off.

  He kicked his last boot off and jumped into the water, stroking hard toward the bottom. Peyton was on her back against the bottom with the lounge on top of her, holding Honey by the hair with one hand, her wrist with the other.

  He reached the bottom, pulled himself down by the arm of the chair, braced, then heaved, shoving both women and the chair toward the surface. The women broke apart, releasing each other as they stroked furiously for air, the chair beginning to sink again.

  Peyton and Honey broke the surface at nearly the same moment, drawing in air with huge gasps, Ironside appearing a moment later. Honey threw herself on him, driving him under again as she tried to scramble from the pool.

  Andrew skidded to a stop as the Knights poured through the opening. There was no way he could get to Bone in time. He turned and began to run back toward the women, intending to use Peyton as a shield. He saw Ironside furiously tearing his clothes off then jump into the pool. A weapon! He put on a burst of speed, banging through the gate just as the three of them burst to the surface.

  Ironside saw Andrew erupt through the gate and instantly knew he was going for his gun. Honey was pulling herself out of the water, but Peyton had grabbed her legs, trying to draw her back into the pool. Peyton was going to have to take care of herself because if Andrew reached the gun first, they were all dead. He burst from the water, hauling himself out as Andrew reached his clothes. He began to turn, gun in hand as Ironside charged, driving through him until they slammed into the fence.

  Andrew roared in rage and pain as Ironside drove him into the decorative metal fence that surrounded the pool, the metal bars almost breaking his back. He tried to bring the gun down on the back of Ironside’s head, but Ironside caught his wrist before he could deliver the blow. The men growled in effort as they strained against each other, Ironside leaning in hard to keep Andrew trapped against the fence. Andrew twisted, allowing Ironside to bring his arm down then drove a left into Ironside’s ribs. Ironside took the blow with a grunt, then smashed his hand against the fence.

  Andrew cried out as his hand popped open, the gun clattering to the concrete surrounding the pool. Ironside went for the gun, but Andrew shoved him away, making him stumble. As Andrew bent for the gun, Ironside realized he couldn’t recover and reach the gun in time, so he dove in again, kicking it away under the fence before driving his knee up.

  He’d intended to knee Andrew in the face, but he was rushed and the blow caught him on the chest instead, standing Andrew up but not injuring him. Andrew fired a hard right into Ironside’s stomach, making him woof out air.

  Ironside backed off, getting a little distance between himself and Andrew. He’d been on defense since Andrew went for his gun, but it was time to get on offense.

  Andrew smiled as Ironside backed off. “So, down and dirty? That’s fine by me! Come on, you fucker!”

  ***

  Peyton held to Honey’s legs like a limpet as she strained to drag herself out of the pool. With Andrew here, she couldn’t depend on Ironside to help her, and she couldn’t let Honey escape and get the gun. She put a foot against the wall of the pool and shoved, throwing herself back and dragging Honey with her.

  Peyton turned loose of Honey’s legs, then grabbed her by the neck and shoulders, driving her under and holding her down as Honey struggled. Honey slipped her hold, bobbing back up and gasping for breath, but Peyton pushed her under again, riding up high on her shoulders. She smiled grimly, sensing Honey’s increased desperation, but then screamed in pain as Honey drove a fist in her pussy. She fell back, and Honey popped up again, spluttering and gasping as Peyton tried to throw off the pain. The shot to her womanhood had hurt like hell, but the water had slowed Honey’s punch enough it wasn’t a debilitating blow.

  ***

  Andrew took a step forward, throwing a jab, then another, range finding. Ironside ducked both, then blocked the cross with his shoulder, using the opening to drive a hard right into Andrew’s
gut with a meaty thud. Andrew woofed out air then backed off. Ironside followed, ignoring the shouts and pops of gunfire all around them and the splashing and screams of Peyton and Honey in the pool, watching Andrew, waiting for his chance.

  Andrew bulled in, throwing a left, right, left combination Ironside could only partially block. He stumbled back, his head ringing from the right that got through. Andrew pressed his advantage, throwing a right that Ironside took on the shoulder, then a hard left, that he ducked. With Andrew off-balance from the hard swing, Ironside put everything he had into the left to Andrew’s rib, twisting to get his back and shoulder into the punch. Andrew roared, stumbling back, as he tried to cover, but then charged in again.

  Ironside tried to set and take the charge but he didn’t have time to get fully ready. Andrew was big and strong and drove them hard to the concrete. Ironside wrapped his legs around Andrew, getting the palm of his hand under Andrew’s chin, forcing his head back, snarling in effort as he tried to snap his spine.