by Alexis Angel
“Iron Legion…some stragglers must've gotten to her,” I say, the fire in my voice hotter than the house behind us.
Alex picks it up and grips it tight. “Those motherfuckers…”
He holds it up to see a huge chunk torn out of it.
“That must've been what they used for the cocktail,” Jason said, staring at it and looking it over. “But…we have a problem.”
He turns it over for us all to see. The insignia on it isn’t Iron Legion. It’s our patch. The Order.
“What the fuck? Did they get one of our jackets?” I say.
“N-no…the guy…took it off himself,” Zeva stammers out from below us. “I couldn’t see him but it was the jacket he was wearing.”
I look at Alex and Jason, perplexed. They stare back at me with the same look. The stress of the past week, and of just today, has us at our limit. We can’t process what’s happening at the moment. A biker doesn’t wear another gang’s colors. Drug deals, framing, hits. It doesn’t matter; there’s still honor and pride in your own flag. This must have been one of our own.
“Do you think someone was talking?” Alex asks.
“Yeah but who has the balls for something like this?” I say. “I can’t think of someone under our own roof that’s a dirty snake like this…”
We all stand shaking our head, staring at the tattered jacket. I snatch it and toss it in the dirt and stomp it into the ground.
The firemen behind us are barking out directions to each other, directing the aim of the water spray. We turn around and watch, trying to drive the thoughts of betrayal from our mind. The flames are nearly extinguished. A pair ventures inside to check over the building, and another waits behind them to watch the structural integrity.
We collectively sigh at the horror, and I know that Jason and Alex are thinking what I’m thinking: this is all our fault.
Jason
“I told you this would happen. There’s nothing good in the life you lead,” I hear someone say behind us, and I turn around on my heels to meet Cole’s steely gaze. Fucking great, just what we needed.
“What the fuck are you doin’ here?” Wade asks him, balling both his hands into fists.
“Righting a wrong,” Cole tells him flatly. “This life you lead … I hate it. You know that. But you’re my brother. And I know how you – all of you – care about her,” he continues, sighing heavily. “I’m not going to ask you to change, Wade. It’s your life. But I’m not going to sit around and watch everything go up in flames.”
“What does that mean?” I growl at him. I’ve never trusted Cole, but his words are disarming.
“It means it’s time we stop this bullshit,” he whispers, and then offers Wade his hand. Wade looks down at his brother’s hand, and then hesitantly reaches for it, taking it in his.
“We’re brothers,” he merely says, shaking Cole’s hand.
“We are,” Cole replies. “And as your brother, let me tell you something … didn’t you notice something weird about that bike as it drove off? I know I did.”
Realization dawns across my face. Wade and Alex see it and stare at me, waiting for something.
I don’t know what the fuck made Cole change his mind about us, but he just told me who the fucking asshole that tried to kill Zeva is. And for that, he has my respect.
“That dirty rotten goddamn low down snake ass mother fucking son of a bitch!” I yell out.
My fists are balled at my sides as I recall the phone call with Zeva. I heard the bike in the background. When it drove away, it was faint, but there was a familiar sputtering. It was loud, and I thought that meant it was closer, but looking at the tracks in front of her house…I know who it was.
“I…need to take care of this,” I say.
Alex grabs my shoulder. “Hey. Jason, fill us in. What the fuck?”
“It’s…I just need to take care of it. Don’t worry guys. This is over,” I say. I shrug his hand off my shoulder and give Zeva a quick, tight hug. “I’m sorry Zeva. I’ll make this right.”
I dash for my bike, jump on, and speed away. I knew exactly where he would be. I speed down the road, barely feeling the wind around me through my anger. I run multiple lights, cars honking after me constantly. I round the final corner and see Honeypot in the distance. I slide up to it and dismount my bike. I quickly scan the bikes outside and see exactly the one I’m looking for.
I open the door and scan the floor. It’s mostly operational, with just a few lights and the front door needing replaced now, so we have some girls back and dancing again. Most of the usual people are back in their seats, drinking and watching the girls. The atmosphere is a little more glum than usual, but almost back to its former glory. I see one guy in the corner not looking at any girl, his head down staring at his drink, his normal jacket missing as expected. I stomp over to him.
“Smoke, you son of a bitch!” I yell, and slam my hand into his throat, shoving him against a wall. My hand cuts off any protest, and everyone in the club is staring.
His eyes are wide, and I look around me. The club was just repaired. I can’t do this here. I drag him by his shirt out the front door as he is finally able to protest.
“Jason hey--“he starts, but I let his head slam into the doorframe on the way out.
I toss him into the dirt in front of me. Half the bar floods out behind me to watch the commotion. I kick the steel toe of my boot into his knee hard, hearing the crack as it connects. The group behind me gasps in sympathy. He yells out in pain, but props himself up, trying to get up.
“Listen! You got the wrong ide--“he starts again, but I cut off with a punch to his jaw. He falls straight to the ground. I stare at him as he tries to crawl away, my eyes ablaze with fury.
“Don’t even bother, you piece of shit,” I say, staring down at Smoke. I stomp down onto his ankle and hold him still.
“I did it for the club!” Smoke yells out. “You guys are trying to leave and it’s all that cunt’s fault!”
I shake my head and swing my fist into his face again. He falls flatter onto the ground this time. Images of Zeva’s burning home shoot through my mind and the anger wells up inside me all over again. I channel it through my hand and punch into him over and over.
Stone walks up and grabs my hand to stop one final swing. “You keep it up and he’s dead you know.”
I stare down at him, and then look at my bloodied fist. “Yeah … you’re right.” I wipe my hand off and draw my gun and put Smoke out of his misery.
No one fucks with Zeva and lives to laugh about it.
Alex
Wade called a meeting at the Honeypot and everyone's here.
The air hangs heavy with tension and we can all tell that Wade's pissed and that isn’t good. He takes the stage and then admonishes The Order.
"There's been a fucking traitor in our midst. Smoke turned against us and tried to kill Zeva because all of you have been talking shit, as if this group is based on just us. I’m disappointed. I’m really fucking disappointed with all of you. This is supposed to be a family."
He slams his fist down on a table and paces the room.
"Our brotherhood is a joke. All those determinations of honor and solidarity, it all means nothing! None of you could tell that someone was plotting against our brotherhood? I'd like to know how that happened. Just how did you let this happen? Don’t you fucking assholes consider Zeva a part of this family too?"
The room is dead silent. No one says a thing. It's true. Someone betrayed us and no one knew and it puts this whole damn thing into perspective.
"We all put our lives on the line and for what? Do you want to die for men who you can't even trust? Because I don't. And guess what? Because of this, we're making things real. The Honeypot and The Order are going legitimate. We're taking this mainstream and we're gonna make a ton of money and never look back."
There is grumbling from the men. Lots of people are against this change. We knew this would happen, but after everything that's
gone down, I think Wade, and I, and Jason all realize the validity of Zeva's argument. She's seen death first-hand and how you can't go back. Her argument weighed on us. I know he's doing this to The Order not only for Zeva but for every wife and girlfriend and family that are a part of this gang, whether directly or indirectly.
He's doing it to save lives.
And we have a plan to make even more money than before, so I don't see what the problem could be.
"Anybody who doesn't want to come with us can do so. You can make your own gang, but none of us or our businesses will be a part of it. You can do what you want. You can die for what you want. But it won't be with me."
Wade is serious and he's a leader. I have a nudge that these men will follow him anyway, even into the center of society.
No more hiding.
No more criminal behavior.
"The Order is disbanding as of tonight. So I urge all of you to make your decision very wisely. Things are going to be different around here. There will be no more criminal activity. No more rivalries. It's all over. We're starting anew."
People speak up and argue back and forth. There is semi-chaos for a minute.
"What'll we do Wade? What about being brothers?"
"You are all still important to me and to each other. But I will not die for this, and nor should you. The Order is disbanded."
He leaves the room and everybody is stunned. There are different reactions. Some of the older members are torn. This life is all they've known, but they're tired too of the constant fight. Some of the newest recruits don't understand a damn thing. They wanted to be in a motorcycle gang, but if they want to do that they will have to go elsewhere. And most of the guys don't give a fuck about anything as long as the money keeps flowing in. This makes me realize how shallow it all was. If all they care about is money, then what were we fighting for?
Hearing all this commotion makes me realize even more so that Wade is right. We made the right decision by making things straight. It will all work out in the end for the better. And even though she shouldn't be my reason, for me it's all about Zeva. I will get to have her back, and more than that, her heart will, at last, be at peace. A girl who's known nothing but battle deserves to have a break. She will be happy and that makes me want to ride away from here and deliver the good news to her.
The men seem to want to get on board. Slowly but surely they come around. They will follow Wade anywhere, I suppose. And I hear them talking about the traitor and that's the real thing that no one can believe. It makes them realize this organization was built on distrust. There's no way to guarantee loyalty, even when lives are on the line. It's all over. And me? I'm happy to see it go. I realize now how we all could have died in vain. My life is worth more than that. And I tell them so.
“I believe everyone here knows in their heart the right course of action. All of you are worth more than a bullet. You deserve to have money, and family, and life. Take heed of Wade's words and don't turn your back on this. It can still be a good thing. We are still here but we're just on the right side of the law."
"Yes! We're with you Alex. You can tell Wade."
"Yup. We'll follow him anywhere."
"Good,” I tell them, looking around the room. I was afraid The Order was just a bullshit lie we told to ourselves, but now…seeing the look of pride in these men’s faces…well, fuck, it was a good run. “Let’s go legit, but let’s keep crushing it."
Pretty much everyone is in.
Wade will be happy.
Zeva
Forget about parties or celebrations.
Despite the happiness filling my little heart, I don’t want to drink the night away at the Honeypot. I want to indulge in my own kind of celebration.
Lucky for me, I’m not the only one with these thoughts on my mind.
“Let’s get the fuck outta here, shall we?” Wade asks me, whispering these words into my ear.
“Let’s,” Jason agrees, coming up to me and resting one hand on my hip. I lock eyes with Alex, and he just grins at me. Let’s go, right now, his eyes tell me, and I just nod at them.
We’re all thinking of the same thing, it seems.
And that’s for the best.
Lucky for us, everyone at the Honeypot is too busy drowning themselves in beer and whisky. Wade opened up the bar, and it’s a free for all. Everyone’s crowding around the counter, and even the strippers have given up on dancing. They just want to party.
“Let’s go,” Wade tells me, grabbing my hand and guiding me out of the Honeypot, Jason and Alex trailing behind us. We step out into the cold air of the night, and Wade throws his jacket over my shoulders. Even though it’s too big for me, I put it on all the same, and then sit behind Wade as he goes to his bike.
A few minutes later and the four of us are rolling down the highway, the roar of the engines drowning out my own thoughts. The drive to Wade’s compound doesn’t take more than half an hour, but it feels like an eternity.
The moment they park their bikes and Wade opens the door, my pussy’s already dripping.
“What are you doing?” Wade asks me, but I just grin at him.
I saunter into the living room as he closes the door, and then I turn to the three men. I take my hands to my shoulders and push down the straps of my dress. Swaying my hips, I make it fall down my body, and then I just take my bra and thong off as seductively as I can, baring my body to them.
“Holy fuck,” Alex whispers, and I just walk over to him kissing his lips softly. Then I do the same with Jason, and then Wade. I want to show them how much I appreciate what they've done for me. I still can’t believe the way things happened, and how they let go of their MC … and all because of me.
“I want you…I want you like I never did before,” I tell them, my heart drumming hard. “Take off your clothes!” I command them, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. Am I really bossing them around? I can’t believe I am talking like this, but I guess it’s fine at times to show them that I’m no longer just a shy girl.
They look at each other for a while, a grin on their lips, and they start removing their clothes. I watch as their fingers work the buttons of their shirts, their chiseled pectorals and abs jumping into sigh, and I feel my heart tightening up as they throw the shirts off. Then, when they start unzipping their jeans…well, I almost lose it. I stand here, just watching as the jeans fall down their legs and they kick off their shoes, and then I just hold my breath as they get rid of their boxer briefs, their cocks standing up to salute me.
They all stand at the end of the bed, hands on their cocks, and slowly start stroking as they look at me. I enjoy watching a man stroke his cock, but when they have cocks like this…. well, it’s just different, isn’t?
Taking a deep breath, I smile at them.
There they are, the three most handsome men the world has even known, drooling over a stripper. Who knew I would ever be this lucky? Women all over the world would kill for a chance to have what I have.
I walk over to Jason, taking his cock out of his hand, leaning down to place a kiss on the head. The ruby red lipstick leaves the perfect print on the tip. It glistens from the flakes of diamonds in the contents.
Wade’s next, my lips on the head of his cock. I wrap up with Alex; I can't forget about him, of course. He has been so good to me. Maybe a little too good for a girl such as myself.
Going up to my feet again, I make sure I lock eyes with each one of them. My heels make me taller, but not enough to be at eye level with any of them. They just tower over me.
Licking over my bottom lip as I stand in front of Alex, my perfectly manicured nails trail down his chest. I drop to my knees in front of him. Pushing his cock up, I use the tip of my tongue to lick over his balls, sucking each one into my mouth. Each one makes a little pop when I pull back, and that just makes my heart race faster and faster.
“I love this,” I tell him as I roll my lips back from his cock. “I could keep doing it for the rest of my life.”<
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Reaching my hand over to give Wade’s cock a short stroke, I smile at him. God, I just I wish I could suck them all at once.
I look up at Alex, my tongue moving up the thick underside vein of his cock as it pulsates against the tip of my tongue. Moaning softly, I wrap my lips around his thick head, sucking it into my warm mouth. God, I love the taste of their cocks—more than just love, I’m addicted to them by now.
“Take it, baby. Suck it. It’s yours,” Alex growls, his voice filled with want and need. I can tell he is enjoying what I do to him. They always do.
Pushing against the back of my head, he feeds me his cock. Driving his cock in deeper, not stopping till he had pushed the entire head down the back of my throat. He has the lipstick marks on the base, and I just love the sight of it.
I won’t let him cum, though. Not yet. I just want to have his complete attention.
My mouth’s moving up and down, his cock pushing deeper into my throat. I’m gagging and choking, but I don’t mind. I like it when he is a little rough with me, and I take all of him.
Alex pulls be back, moving away for Wade to take his place. Smiling, licking over the tip of his cock, he loves when I look up at him while sucking.
“Show me what you can do, Zeva.”
I never take my eyes off him while my mouth takes every inch down my throat. God, he is incredible, His girth the biggest of all three, the twelve inches press hard into my throat.
Stroking him into my mouth with my tongue alone, I keep bobbing my head up and down till he can't take anymore. I force him to make me stop so he doesn’t cum too soon. I know he doesn’t want to.
Jason’s last, but not least. I crawl across the floor to him. My ass is moving back and forth. I know the other two got a hell of a show. With no thong in the way, and my silky-smooth pussy already wet...well, how can they not love it? Licking up his inner thigh, my tongue washes over his balls. Long strokes, but only to push up the pre-cum to the head of his cock. I want to suck it. I need to, but the other two are restless.
