Mark Of A Scarred Warrior (Iron Dogz MC Book 5)

by René Van Dalen

  “I like it, you calling me Josh. And stop being so fucking cute.” He growled but he smiled at the same time.

  “Can’t help it, it comes naturally to me.” I teased.

  “Fuck, we’re being watched.” Scar whispered as he dipped his head closer to mine.

  I was suddenly grabbed by my hips and pulled tight against him and his mouth claimed mine. Flippen hell. He proceeded to kiss the living day lights out of me. His mouth was soft and insistent and his tongue prodded my lips until I opened for him. As his tongue slid over mine I flew. I flew so high and so far I thought I was never coming down.

  His beard was soft under my hands where I held onto his face as he angled his head to kiss me deeper and I sank into the kiss. Letting it take me over.

  I had never been kissed like this. Soft, hot and so generously. I could have gone on kissing for eternity but Brutus shoving his big head between us ended the kiss.

  “Fucking hell, sweet baby.” Scar, no he wasn’t Scar right this moment, he was Josh, whispered against my lips. “That was the best fucking kiss I have ever had.”

  He placed soft kisses over my mouth, cheeks nose and eyes before coming back to my mouth.

  “Going to do that a lot now that I know how it feels to kiss this luscious mouth. Not going to press for more. Just those honey kisses from that luscious mouth. For now.”

  After dropping that bomb he stepped away, bent down and clipped the lead back on to Brutus’s harness. Taking my hand he drew me close then drew my hand around his waist, letting it go to drape his arm over my shoulders.

  “Are we still being watched?” I asked softly.

  “Yes.” He answered as softly. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ve got you.”

  Curved around him I let him walk us on the lawn at the side of the clubhouse to the front. When we started on our walk Scar had taken Brutus’s lead from me and hooked it around his wrist. My dog was regally marching along as if he owned the place. There were people scattered along the front of the clubhouse and a few were sitting on the veranda. A hush descended as we rounded the corner.

  “You’re not thinking of walking that killer through the middle of the fucking clubhouse are you? Not even you could be that stupid.” Pesto’s voice rang out.

  We both ignored him and kept on strolling along then up the stairs to the open front doors.

  I didn’t glance left or right, my full focus was on my baby as he lifted his head and looked right at the stupid ass who tried to step in our way. I’m sure he was hoping for some sort of reaction but for once all Brutus did was lift his lip in a deadly warning.

  “Back the fuck off, right now.” Scar warned.

  “Dogs aren’t allowed in the clubhouse, everyone knows that. He should be chained in a kennel not allowed to roam free. Plus he’s ugly, that face is enough to turn your fucking stomach.” Pesto said with a nasty grimace.

  Before I could say a word Jagger materialised out of the dark and stepped right into him, intimidating him with his size alone.

  “You have a smart mouth on you, Junior. Remember one thing while you’re here. In this house you are nothing but a visitor. You have no voice, no voting rights and you’re not welcome in our chapel. Step out of line one more time and there will be consequences, for you and your little fucknut friends.”

  While he was berating Pesto a heavy silence had fallen over those sitting or standing on the veranda and the thumping music flowing out of the common room was like an ominous soundtrack to the scene playing out in front of us.

  Jagger was furious and close to losing it but I didn’t know if I should step up to him or not. Essentially this was club business and women were strongly advised never to interfere. So I waited to see what would happen. Scar’s fingers tightening around mine let me know it was the right thing to do.

  Done with the stupid ass in front of him Jagger turned and smiled at me. “Sweetheart, please go and save Damon and Devon from being lynched. They’re seriously cocking up those girly drinks you make for your girls.”

  And just like that he made it clear to all who were listening that I was a valuable part of the club and that the old ladies were my friends. And for an ex club girl that was huge.

  Scar escorted me back to the bar, settled Brutus in his bed, and gave me a quick hard kiss on the lips before he left to join Wolf. He and the other lieutenants were in a huddle next to the pool tables, deep in a very serious discussion.

  “Girl, I’m glad you’re back because your assistants are totally screwing up our drinks.” Genna said with a wide grin and a big wink.

  I don’t know when she had arrived but she was now sitting at the bar with the old ladies who were all dressed up to the nines. None of them were supposed to be here.

  And how come Leo wasn’t jet lagged, at all?

  Hawk had informed me that it was a brothers only party tonight and that I would work the bar until about eight before Damon, Devon and Dollar, the three D’s, would take over.

  Were the women here to have a few drinks before heading out for a night out of their own?

  Not that I could see that happening. Their men would not allow them out the gates without having men on them. And all the men would be here, watching the strippers swinging on the pole that had been set up in the one corner of the common room, hanging out, drinking and fucking.

  The sluts were already coming in and I was absolutely okay not being lumped into their group. Grietjie, Lori and Sandy were circulating and my heart ached as I watched them. I knew all of them were totally okay with the lifestyle and considered it fun, but I wanted more for them. So much more. Especially for Grietjie, she was such a good person. She deserved more than an endless line of one night stands.

  A hand tapping on the bar brought me back to the present.

  “Where did you just go?” Leo asked quietly and I just shook my head and started making drinks.

  “How come you’re not jet lagged?”

  Focussing on her saved me from having to explain.

  A sly smile slid across her face. Crooking her finger she beckoned me closer. I got close enough for her to whisper in my ear.

  “We arrived two days ago. We’ve been holed up in a hotel sleeping it off and doing baby making things.”

  I retreated and gave her raised eyebrows and widened eyes. Her grin and nod had me grinning along with her. A finger across her lips warned me to keep silent.

  The other women drew us into their conversations and it became clear they had plans their men knew nothing about. And that I was included in those plans.

  And apparently DC was the instigator of those plans.

  With the men having the strippers and sluts as entertainment here at the club she thought it only fair that we got to enjoy something similar. She knew we wouldn’t be allowed to go out without protection so she fixed it. She called in her crew from the Road Warriors MC to take on bodyguard duty. I don’t know how but she persuaded Hawk that we would be perfectly safe being watched over by her father’s men. But she did.

  Once I heard where we were going my eyes about popped out of my head.

  The Bullpen in Pretoria.

  Oh shit.

  I knew for a fact this was going to cause problems because their men were under the mistaken impression we were going to dinner at some fancy restaurant.

  Oh, we were going to dinner alright, but that dinner would be taking place at a male revue bar. Topless waiters, yummy men on stage and lots of glistening muscles. I was so in on this little outing we were taking. I was single and ready to drool, and who knows, I might even mingle, a teeny tiny bit.

  “I’m going to have to go home and get ready. I’m not dressed up like you girls.” I waved a hand over my jeans and club tee outfit.

  Genna waved her hand in the air with a grin. “I’ll take you home to get ready while the girls have some more drinks.”

  And right then I realised I had a problem. Brutus. No way was I leaving h
im home alone.

  “Damn, I can’t go.” I sighed. “I’m not leaving Brutus home alone and I’m not leaving him here at the clubhouse with a wild party going on around him. If something happened to him I’ll never forgive myself.”

  “What about if you leave him with Scar?” DC asked.

  “I can’t do that. What if he wants to party and now he has to take care of my ever so slightly deranged dog? That wouldn’t be fair.” I lifted my shoulders and dropped them with a sigh.

  Wide eyes were staring at me as if I had lost my marbles.

  “What?”

  “You’d be okay with it if your old man hooked up with one of the sluts?” Leo asked with a shocked look on her face.

  Shit. I had forgotten about our pretend relationship.

  “No! I meant drinking and hanging out with his brothers. Eeeuw!”

  “Wow, I was just about to ask if you were one of those swinger chicks. You know, sharing and all that crap.” DC teased.

  I didn’t know what to say so I just shook my head.

  “Right, so we have to find a solution that Chris and Brutus can both live with.” Leo mused with narrowed eyes.

  “What about a dog sitter?” Genna asked. “Is there anyone he might allow in your cottage to stay with him until we get home?”

  I shook my head because I couldn’t think of anyone. He accepted Jagger and Crash but they were going to be here at the party and I’m sure neither one of them would want to leave to babysit a dog.

  “I’ll stay with him, sweetheart. I’m not drinking and there’s no fucking way I want to hang out here watching my brothers get drunk and fuck easy snatch.” Jagger’s voice had all of us freezing when he suddenly appeared beside DC.

  We gave each other wide eyed looks. How much had he overheard?

  His quick evil grin said he’d heard it all.

  “Can’t fucking wait to see their faces when they realise where you ladies have gone.” He reached across the bar and tapped my fisted hand. “Go, sweetheart, go and have some fun with your girls, you deserve a little down time. I’ll hang out with Brutus and catch up on some TV time at your place.”

  And that’s how I ended up dressed to kill in a very short, very tight, deep red dress with sky high heels and hair curling wildly around my head. Genna did my make-up and gave me dark smoky eyes and a deep red slash of lipstick on my lips.

  When I came out of my room Jagger’s eyes slid over me and he shook his head with a soft laugh. “You’re looking hot as hell, baby girl. Go and have some fun and stop worrying about Brutus. We’re good.”

  And he was right, they were good. Brutus sat beside him, totally calm and waiting impatiently on the next piece of biltong Jagger was feeding him.

  I haven’t dressed up in a long time and Jagger was right, I looked hot but so did my girls. And judging by the attention we were receiving from the men dancing for us they thought so too.

  We were having so much fun, laughing, drinking and drooling, there was definitely drooling because these guys were built and hot, and boy could they move, that we forgot to watch the time.

  Fatal mistake.

  They were waiting for us when we eventually came strutting out of the venue.

  We were a little bit drunk and high on the hunks we had ogled and the oodles of attention we had received from said hunks. I even had a phone number slipped into my cleavage during a seriously hot lap dance. I wasn’t going to keep it but Genna insisted I do as a memory of a really fun night.

  Plus the fact that a man who saw hundreds of gorgeous women clamouring for his attention almost daily singled me out for his attention. I had to admit it stroked my ego.

  We were having so much fun that we closed the place down, as in, we were the last to leave.

  Genna, Leo and I were at the rear of the group when we walked out and were still laughing and teasing each other when we bumped into the women ahead of us. They were no longer moving and had fallen silent, not a single sound came from them.

  We shuffled around them and froze. There, standing in a pissed off line, arms crossed over their chests, were the men we had left partying at the clubhouse.

  A pissed off Hawk stood in the middle with Ice and Beast on either side of him. Wolf, Kahn, Bulldog, Rider and Buzz were there as well with the two prospects Will and Owen at their backs. Those two were trying hard to look serious but they weren’t succeeding. Neither was Bulldog, he winked at this old lady who tried hard to stifle a laugh, changing it into a kind of snort that had Ice glaring at her.

  “What the fuck were you doing in there?” Hawk snarled at DC who stood with her hip cocked, arms crossed under her boobs and an evil grin on her face.

  “We ate some delicious burgers while being served by very buff topless waiters. Then we watched some more buff and gorgeous guys taking their clothes off while dancing for us. And some of us might even have had a lap dance or two.” She explained while that grin never left her face.

  The men who had been watching over us laughed outright and I turned to see the one called Alien shake his head from side to side.

  “Seeing as your men are now here we’re going to get going, DC. Thanks for a very entertaining evening ladies. Any time you want to do this again give me a call.” He said as he touched two fingers to his forehead before walking off with the three other guys following him. Their laughter rang through the night before their bikes roaring to life silenced it.

  “Fucking Road Warriors, they are never going to let us forget this.” Ice growled his furious eyes on his wife who stood next to DC with her two besties, Mari and Krissie.

  “Oh get over it, Ice.” River was no longer smiling, she was suddenly furious. “We went out to a male revue bar, so what? We had fun. For once we weren’t sitting at home while you were watching naked sluts slithering on a pole and rubbing themselves all over you and your brothers. You push me on this and you can move your stupid ass into your freaking room at the clubhouse. I’m done explaining or made to feel bad by you and your line of little buddies over here. What the hell are you doing here anyway?”

  Before he could answer DC picked up from where River stopped.

  “We watched beautiful men stripping but didn’t get to see a single dick. How many snatches did you see tonight? Hang on while I tick them off on my fingers because I know the exact amount.” She waved a finger at the men in front of us who were starting to look worried. “None of you, not a single one, can say he didn’t look because you know you did. You want to make an issue out of us coming here and having some good clean fun then we are going to have a problem.”

  She gave an angry snort then stepped back and turned to face us.

  “Ladies, it’s time to head to our rides and get out of here. Everyone still on for night caps at my house?”

  Turning her back on Hawk she missed the wide smile that suddenly bloomed across his face. What now?

  “The only place you ladies are going for drinks is at our house on Iron Dogz property.” He said all self-satisfied and DC looked right at me, bounced her eyebrows up and down, grinned and winked.

  She had played him because that’s where we were going anyway.

  “Suzy, my darling, you about ready to go home?” Bulldog asked with a grin and Suzy gave him an answering grin and nodded.

  Bulldog grabbed her hand and they left us staring after them as he led her to his bike, pulled her helmet and leather jacket from his saddle bags and helped her pull them on. He had come prepared. I had a feeling I knew how the guys had found out where we were.

  We watched as Bulldog threw his leg over his bike and held his hand out for his old lady, she didn’t hesitate, taking it she stepped up on the foot peg, threw her leg over and scooted up tight against his back. He took her hands and pulled her arms around his waist then patted her hands. The skirt of her dress was tucked in tight around her legs before they pulled off and slowly rode away from us with the two prospects following them. Bulldog had his ha
nd on her thigh and we all sighed at the loving gesture.

  “That was seriously the hottest thing I have ever seen.” Slim said in an admiring voice. “I want to be her when I grow up and I want an old man like Bulldog. He rocks big time.”

  “Totally.” Krissie agreed. “Did you see how he winked at her while the other guys were being assholey? He knew what they obviously didn’t. He’s so getting lucky tonight.”

  “Eeeeuw! That’s my Mum and Dad you’re talking about! I don’t want to know they’re rushing home to boink each other silly.” Genna wrinkled her nose. “And now I do and I really don’t want to go home and find them boinking on the kitchen table. I walked in on them once before and it scarred me for life.”

  DC snorted with laughter.

  “No worries. You can stay over at our place. We’ve got lots of empty rooms and there’s no chance of you walking in on anyone boinking on the kitchen table.”

  “Ladies let’s get you loaded in your rides so we can get out of here. We’re starting to attract too much attention.” Wolf said quietly as he took Leo’s hand and pulled her towards him. She went without a protest.

  The rest of us started to follow when a male voice behind us made us stop and turn.

  “You still here ladies? I thought you would be long gone by now.”

  Oh shit.

  It was Keenan. The guy who had given me his number.

  He gave us a smile and a wink and I could virtually hear the testosterone hitting the red zone. I elbowed DC but she was way ahead of me.

  “Thanks for a great show, Keenan. We had a lot of fun.”

  “Glad you enjoyed yourselves. Come back soon.” His grin said he knew the guys were pissed that he was chatting with their women. Especially when we all shouted that we definitely would be back.

  And then shit reeeeeaaally hit the fan.

  He lifted a hand, pointed at me then made the universal ‘call me’ gesture, gave me a gorgeous smile, turned around and went back into the venue.