Inflamed: A Shadow Riders MC

by Kiki Leach

  “Every goddamn hour of every motherfuckin’ day and doin’... what? You may not feel the same fuckin’ way about her considerin’ your preference for the more creamy colored bitches, but the other brothers around here are gonna see this bitch as useless unless she’s cookin’, cleanin’, takin’ care of business, or more importantly spreadin’ those goddamn legs wide enough for all to see if she’s got a ‘one size fits all’ kinda hole.”

  “Shit,” River groaned. He was just about ready to punch something, namely the center of Blue’s neck, back into the nearest fucking wall.

  “Yeah.” Blue knowingly smirked at him and inhaled his cigarette once more before tossing what was left of it to the ground and dropping his foot on top. “All that shit said, what the fuck do you plan on tellin’ Prez about it? Even if what this bitch knows can help the club get back to where the fuck it was before it all went straight to the shitter, how the hell do you think he’s gonna react to her and her kid stayin’ here without his goddamn approval first?”

  River inhaled deep and let it out slow. “I don’t fuckin’ know. He seemed to take a likin’ to her before we got her to the fuckin’ hospital back then. If I tell him what the fuck she knows and why the hell she’s gonna need our help, he might be okay with the outcome.”

  “And what if he’s not? What the fuck are you gonna tell this bitch if she agrees to stay here but your Prez said N fuckin’ O? You gonna let her stay with you, and your mother, and Madison ‘til she goes off to fuckin’ school in the next few months? You just told this bitch to give up every goddamn thing she’s got back in Tampa to come here so that we could keep her safe from Fontaine and his boys, and you’re not even fuckin’ sure if what you promised her is gonna fuckin’ pan out like you say.”

  River grit his teeth and tightened his jaw. It wasn’t until Blue pointed out every goddamn fact in order to him that he realized he had jumped in head over feet when it came to this bitch and what he needed from her versus what she needed from him.

  “Jesus, Riv,” said Blue, his voice cracking at the shock of what he slowly, but surely began to realize about his best friend and club VP. “Bitches like this don’t normally get to you – black bitches, I mean. They don’t normally send that big fat brain of yours slidin’ straight down to your goddamn cock, but this one must have one great set of fuckin’ tits with a hard set of brown nipples you could see pressin’ right through her goddamn shirt. And she must have one helluva fuckin’ face, or maybe even a high class combination of both for you to agree to all this shit without takin’ a single goddamn understandin’ of the consequences first.”

  “I’m doin’ this shit for the sake of the goddamn club,” River growled.

  “Yeah, and I fucked that bitch into a coma this mornin’ for the sake of her cunt more than my own goddamn dick.” He stopped. “You tell me all the time to take it outta the equation when it comes to bitches I’m lookin’ to fuck more than help – you just said that shit. But can you fuckin’ stand there in all your big motherfuckin’ VP glory and tell me that your swollen cock didn’t play a big ass part in you wantin’ to keep this bitch close by? And not just close by, but inside the goddamn club? Hell, did you even bother to do any research, call up a few motherfuckers we know to see if what the fuck she was tellin’ you was in fact fuckin’ true? Are you even sure that Ricky’s gettin’ out soon or is that just some shit she’s tellin’ you to get your help to eventually put him to ground without havin’ any blood on her own goddamn hands? You’d think if that asshole was on his way back to the streets, we’d have heard some shit about it by now.”

  “We wouldn’t have heard a motherfuckin’ thing about that asshole and you know that ‘cause he ain’t been on our goddamn radar since before gettin’ his ass locked up. Reason bein’ why we never knew a goddamn thing about him bein’ the one to burn down that house--”

  “If he’s in fact the one who did that shit.”

  River glowered. “Why the fuck do you think this bitch would show back up here after all these goddamn years just to tell me a buncha shit that ain’t true about this slick son of a bitch? ‘Specially given all the shit she’s already been through and what the fuck he did before dumpin’ her here for us to find.”

  “I don’t know, motherfucker, bitches have been known to do alota crazy shit for one reason or another, mainly personal shit when it comes to us assholes. And this shit with Fontaine sounds real fuckin’ personal for her if you ask me.”

  “I’m not askin’ you, asshole,” he grunted.

  “Well maybe you fuckin’ shoulda.” Blue leaned his head and knit his brows. “This ain’t just about stickin’ your dick into the random cunt of some crazy ass bitch and forgettin’ to ask how old the fuck she was before you did, this is about your goddamn life and ours too.” He shook his head. “You fucked this up, VP, never takin’ any of this shit into account. All ‘cause you wanna know the taste of some pretty brown titties on that bright pink tongue.” He paused just as River slowly inhaled and gulped it back. “If this bitch stays here, whose shower she gonna use, motherfucker, yours? Lem’me guess just what the fuck you plan on doin’ the second you see that wet brown skin of hers bein’ soaped up by her own goddamn hands. How are you gonna feel seein’ those fingers of hers slidin’ between those wet thighs and up inside herself? You gonna fuckin’ join in?”

  River ran a hand over his hair, then reached both hands out and grabbed Blue by the collar of his jacket. He shoved him back into his bike, only stopping to keep the wheels from tipping over.

  Blue stared up at him and grimaced as River’s hands tightened around him and he seethed with unrighteous anger.

  “It’s okay if you wanna finally know the taste of pussy from her kind, motherfucker,” said Blue in a sharp, but quiet voice as a smile reemerged on his face. “Know the feel of a slick brown cunt tightenin’ around your bright pink cock. We’ve all been there more than a few good times and the shit’s always been worth it to try at least once. Think of it like Skittles and just taste the motherfuckin’ rainbow, asshole. Just don’t get us fucked up and over ‘cause your dick can’t control wherever the fuck your mind thinks it should go instead.”

  River sneered, snarled and shoved him off.

  He stomped across the garage in what was bound to be a fit had he not caught the edge of a table and wrapped his hands around it, though his anger only forced him to damn near crack that goddamn wood in half.

  He was pissed as all get out because he knew that his longtime best friend was more than right about him, at least in part. Motherfucker knew damn near everything there was to know about him, knew exactly how he worked when it came to both bitches and the club, and this shit was no different than any other.

  His brain had in fact dropped straight down to the head of his cock the moment Mia got out of that goddamn car and slammed the door shut, revealing every fucking thing she had to offer and not just to him but to any man willing and fucking able to take a piece of each for himself. She stood in front of him like a dream, a real live motherfucking dream come true, and before she even opened her mouth to say one more goddamn word to him, he was ready to drag her back to his bed and mark her, claim her with his thick, pink rod so that no other motherfucker in or outside of the club could do the same to her first. He reveled in the thought of making that bitch his, owning her mind, body and soul. It was an instant attraction he had never felt for any other bitch before, one he knew he’d never feel for another again. But there was no way in hell he was admitting any of that shit out loud, not to himself and sure as fuck not to Blue.

  When he heard a pair of high pitched giggles coming out from the club, Blue fixed his jacket and smacked River on the arm. He pointed toward the parking lot and the minute he saw Mia for himself as she was dragged alongside a now fully dressed but still barefoot Courtney, he tipped his head forward and opened his eyes so wide they started wiggling inside his sockets. “Holy fuckin’ shit.” His mouth fell open and River turned in disgust as the son o
f a bitch actually began drooling from each corner of his mouth. "Mother of God. Is that hot piece of chocolate ass over there the same bitch from eight fuckin’ years ago?”

  River craned his neck and snarled when he noticed Mia talking to Courtney. “Christ. Yeah, that’s her.”

  “Jesus. Fuckin’. Christ. Maybe not even chocolate, but a soft fuckin’ caramel that melts inside your goddamn mouth the minute you get her on your tongue.... Jesus. Look motherfucker.” He slapped River on the back. “I take back every goddamn thing I just said to you about this bitch. ‘Cause with those fat, heavy tits and an ass I can bounce a goddamn quarter from, she just might be the kinda bitch worth dyin’ for. Goddamn, look at that fuckin’ face. She looks sweet as a motherfuckin’ sin. You get her name this time around?”

  River locked his jaw and swallowed hard before answering. “It’s Mia.”

  “Mia... Shiiiittt, that’s a name I’d like to call out in my fuckin’ sleep as she rocks that body on top of my cock. I’d even let this bitch dig her nails into me lookin’ like that.” He wrapped his hand around his mouth and hollered out. “YO, MIA!” In an instant, she turned and raised a hand above her head to get a better focus on the direction of the voice, frowning the minute her eyes landed on Blue’s lopsided grin. “You are one sexy as fuck bitch, darlin’. Ass and titties like that, WHEW! Your entire fuckin’ existence is liable to make a grown motherfucker like me cry tears of fuckin’ joy.”

  Mia chuckled out of pure embarrassment and turned back to Courtney, who full on laughed until her sides became sore and her face burned bright red.

  River clinched his fists. “Yeah, if she wasn’t on the fence already, that’ll sure as fuck convince her to stay here with her goddamn kid, asshole.”

  “The fact that she was contemplatin’ the idea even knowin’ what the fuck happens around here after hours means that she might be up for some shit with a worthy enough motherfucker once that goddamn kid of hers is put to sleep for the night. Shit, look at what the fuck she’s wearin’. Bitch is walkin’ around here like some kinda goddamn steak with legs. Fuck me and those tits I’d like to stroke my cock between and make that bitch a pretty pearl necklace--”

  “She’s got on no more than any of the other bitches who walk around here.”

  “Yeah, but unlike the lot of ‘em, this bitch looks good as fuck wearin’ it, fillin’ out every goddamn crease from top to fuckin’ bottom.” He rolled his tongue across his lips. “Fuck, motherfucker, no wonder your dick spazzed out on this bitch.”

  And River’s dick was still spazzing out on her, even more so now that he got to see her back out in the sunlight. Her smooth brown skin glowed against those sun rays like she had tiny diamonds imbedded beneath it. Her legs were long and toned, and her thighs were thick, grab-able, a good size for strong hands like his to hang onto when the time came for it. Her fat, heavy tits were a set he imagined being hand crafted by God Himself and that sweet vanilla scent she was wearing when she walked in... shit. Was it natural or manmade? He needed to be close enough to her again to find out.

  “Mia,” he called out to her in a strong, steady voice. In part to try and impress her; in part to keep himself from losing the rest of his own goddamn, fucking mind as he did.

  She turned to face him and lifted the strap of her purse up on her shoulder, then tilted her head and closed one eye to balance her somewhat tainted and unsteady vision.

  River waved his hand and as she started walking toward him, he noticed a slight wobble in her heels that sure as shit wasn’t there just before he left her alone to come outside and meet with Blue. “Jesus Christ.”

  “What?” asked Blue.

  River pointed as she approached.

  “Hi,” she said, standing before him and staring up into his face. A wide, goofy grin stretched the corners of her mouth as she tried holding back what looked like a chuckle for no reason at all.

  River stood back and folded his arms while staring right into her face. “Have you been in there drinkin’ this entire fuckin’ time?” he asked.

  “Not the entire fuckin’ time,” she answered through somewhat of a slur. “Just...” She raised a hand and pinched her thumb and forefinger together. “A lil’ fuckin’ bit.” She laughed, almost hysterically.

  Blue chuckled. “Like I said, my kinda bitch.”

  River dropped his head and grumbled. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ--”

  “But I’m not drunk!” Mia hollered out. “I swear it.” She threw her hand up in the air and pointed toward the sky. “I’m not. I can walk a perfectly straight line if asked by anybody around me, just watch.”

  Blue and River glanced at one another, then turned back to Mia as she raised her arms out to the side in the manner of a bird spreading its wings. And when she spun away from them on the balls of her feet, her heel caught in a crack in the ground and she damn near went flying face first into the pavement. Had River not reacted as quickly as he did by reaching out with one arm to swoop around her waist and pull her back up, she would’ve eaten a shit load of gravel.

  “Goddamnit,” he muttered while spinning her around and holding her close. “She’s pissed out of her fuckin’ mind.” As her head rolled back over his arm, he lifted her up toward his chest and brushed the hair back from her face, revealing a set of bloodshot eyes that couldn’t seem to stay open any longer. River grabbed onto her jaw to keep her head steady and bent his face down to smell her breath. He skimmed his nose along her lips and once he got a strong whiff of the alcohol on her tongue, he pulled back from her and rattled his head. “Jesus. This bitch damn near drank the rest of that goddamn tequila, along with cognac, rum and...” He took another whiff. “Shit, even some of that goddamn, expensive ass whiskey. She must’ve jumped behind the bar to get that shit.”

  Blue stepped back. “If that’s the case, bitch is gonna need a goddamn trashcan or a toilet REAL fuckin’ quick.”

  River turned his focus to Courtney, who appeared more agitated than rattled by what was happening around her, and remained at the door. “Were you in there with her when she was drinkin’ all that shit and smellin’ like some kinda goddamn distillery?” he hollered out.

  She lifted her shoulders and placed her hands in front of her, shaking her head. “I came in when the bottles were mostly empty. I didn’t know how much she had because I didn’t know how much was in each one before she got her hands on them.”

  “Damn it. Why the fuck were you two outside anyhow?”

  “She said something about wanting to talk to you and I wanted to know when you were coming back in there to finally see me again.”

  “Well shit, thanks to you and now this one here, I don’t have the time for either one. Christ.” He dropped another arm around Mia’s thighs and lifted her up from the ground. Instinctively, she draped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. River nodded toward Blue. “I’ve gotta get this bitch back to Tampa and sobered up so she can get her shit together and--”

  “Wait a second,” hollered Courtney; she threw her arm up and raced forward, ignoring the pieces of rock slamming into the bottom of her feet. “Wait a damn second, you’re taking her back to Tampa, but you weren’t willing to take me?”

  “This is fuckin’ different,” he snapped. “I’ve got business with this bitch, whereas you’re only good for me layin’ my goddamn pipe.”

  “And she’s not?”

  “No. ‘Cause I’m not lookin’ to fuck her, bitch, and right now, I ain’t lookin’ to fuck you too much anymore either.” He turned back to Blue, who kept his eyes on a flustered and frustrated Courtney as she took off and back into the club. “Goddamnit,” River moaned. “These bitches are gonna fuckin’ kill me before I’m ready for the goddamn grave.”

  Blue smirked and tilted his head. He brushed a finger up and down Mia’s bare arm and she flinched at his touch in the same way she had all those years ago.

  “Where the fuck are you takin’ her, Riv?” he asked.

  “Like I told
that crazy bitch back there, this one’s gotta get her shit and her kid.”

  Blue nodded. “You plan on makin’ sure every goddamn thing she told you is the truth in the mean fuckin’ time?”

  “Thought you said the truth didn’t matter given how good you thought she looked to you, motherfucker.”

  “Yeah, but from where the fuck I’m standin’, don’t look like I’m gonna even get a taste of this bitch like you might. And I know that once you own somethin’, it’s nobody else’s for the takin’.”

  “I ain’t never owned a bitch,” River snarled. “Don’t plan on startin’ now.”

  Blue bobbed his head and stared up at him. “You say that shit, but fact is there’s a first time for everything, motherfucker. And if you treat this bitch like you treat your bike or any other goddamn thing around here that you never let us touch, then we all know she’s off fuckin’ limits too.”

  River took a deep breath in and let it out slow before speaking again. “Do me a solid and get Styx on the phone.”

  “What for?”

  “Once I get her back to Tampa and settled, I’m gonna need him and a few of the others to bring her back here tonight while I get the rest of the boys together and take care of some other shit. If Fontaine is still the same slick motherfucker he’s always been, then like I said before, he’s got more than one asshole tailin’ this bitch and her kid. We need to get her outta there without any more problems and unwanted attention brought to the club.”

  “Yeah--”

  “Explain all that shit to him and without any of your own goddamn suspicions added in for good measure, asshole.”

  “Alright, VP, yeah,” said Blue.

  “Good. Tell him to call me for the goddamn address, and get... Shit.” River lifted Mia up higher in his arms as she began to slip from his grip. His entire body went soft, then stiffened as she nuzzled her face up into his neck and brushed her mouth across the soft hairs of his jaw.