Satan’s Devils MC -Colorado Box Set: Books 4-6

by Mellett, Manda

  She does. A huge smile spreading over her face when the bike starts to move.

  “Hey.” Beef’s wandered over now. “Next time, sweetheart, you twist the throttle a little. Only a little, you hear me? Too much and you’ll scare yourself and crash.”

  She nods at him. Selects first, lets the clutch find the sweet spot, then once the bike starts pulling forward, very, very, gently, twists the throttle. I run alongside her, proud as punch.

  “Hand off the throttle, clutch in, and pull the front brake,” I yell, loudly to be heard over the rumble of the engine.

  “Can I do it again?” she asks, her eyes shining.

  “Give it a go.”

  For the next half-hour she starts, stops, keeping to first and second gear while learning the confidence to raise her feet off the ground. When the skies darken and rain starts falling, I call it a day.

  There’s a round of applause as she walks into the clubhouse, and fuck me, I’m proud when she takes a bow. Beaver, now looking relieved, offers her a celebratory shot.

  “What do I have to do to be able to ride on the road?” she asks, as she takes it.

  I may have checked out the current rules. “You need to get M added to your driver’s permit. You take a written test, pass a road skills test and that’s it. You work at the government offices, ask the DMV department to arrange it.”

  “I will. Hey, Beaver. Your bike really up for sale? Can I buy it?”

  Fuck, she’s wasting no time. “For a good price,” I growl, my eyes signalling Beaver a message. I’ll give him what he wants, but she’ll only be paying what she can afford.

  “You did good.” Mace comes over. “You’re going to be a natural. Got a feel for it already, saw that.”

  I watch her, animatedly rehashing her lesson with Mace, happy how he and the other brothers have come to accept her now they know the truth, that she really had no part in me being taken in by the cops. I settle back against the bar, happy to let them talk, and me just listening. Mace and I have always been tight, and it’s great to see him trying to make up for any awkwardness with Beth. He’d admitted he’d played the enforcer on her when he thought he might have needed to make her talk, but that’s water under the bridge. I’d understood, I’d step up too to protect any of my brothers should I think there was a need. It looks like my best friend and old lady are going to be good friends now.

  Me, with an old lady. Was it really only a few short weeks ago I’d met Beth for the first time?

  Pyro and Mel’s wedding. I hadn’t had a clue how things were going to turn out. There I’d been, happily single, thinking there couldn’t be anything better than having my choice of club girls to go with for the night. Sex without strings, then kicking them out of bed afterwards.

  Once Beth had made a beeline for me, I’d fallen under her spell. Under normal circumstances, she’d still have ensnared me, but I’d have taken it slow, fought it kicking and screaming all the way. Having the chance taken away had focused my mind, made me see it was her I wanted with a clarity that might otherwise have taken months or even years.

  I watch her again for a moment. Judge and Sparky are now giving her tips on what to do the next time she rides the bike. It makes me remember, if I hadn’t had stepped up, one of them might have claimed her. Thank fuck I came to my senses in time.

  Beth catches my eye, and winks.

  Yeah. She’s mine. I’ve got an old lady, and fuck me, am buying a house. A house Beth and I will visit later and see what we can do to make it our own. I don’t want to remove the memory of her mother, but Patsy has lived in it forever, could do with some updating for sure.

  In time, maybe we’ll be setting up a nursery and filling that house with kids.

  Sooner, though, when the weather warms up, I’m looking forward to setting up the grill and getting some burgers and brats on to cook for my brothers. Probably after a good long ride out with them and my old lady beside me on her own bike. Can life get any better?

  A few weeks ago, I thought I had all I ever wanted.

  I’d been wrong.

  “Hey, Ink. Got a moment?”

  I check Beth’s still reliving her moment of triumph among her admiring fans, and turn to Mace, surprised to see Beef alongside him. “Sure.”

  “Want to show you something outside.”

  They seem relaxed, so unconcerned, I go along with them. We pass through the yard Beef had tidied and made safe for Steph, Theo and whatever other clubhouse children might come along and through the gate in the fence beyond which is the end of the flattened ground. Out here is another of the old steel mill buildings, disused and abandoned long ago.

  I stand and stare, looking for what they’ve brought me here to see.

  “Thought you’d have given us more time,” Mace offers.

  My brow creases.

  “Yeah, we probably needed the full thirty years to get it done,” Beef says moodily. “You sure about this, Mace?”

  “Yeah. The building is structurally sound. Brick needs repointing in parts, and most of the wood has gone, but the fabric is there.”

  They’ve lost me. “There for what?”

  For an answer, Mace turns fast and while he pulls his punch, it’s still got enough force behind it to have me reeling back, sucking in air and bent double. He’d given me no time to tense my stomach muscles.

  “See?” he says to Beef while I’m still gasping. “Going soft.”

  “I can see.” The VP’s laughing, the bastard.

  “I’ll give you fuckin’ soft.” I launch at the enforcer, only to be held back by Beef’s strong arms.

  “Hear him out.”

  “I would if he started to make fuckin’ sense,” I gasp out.

  Mace waves his arms toward the falling down building. “Thought it was time we had us a gym.”

  “Mace was going to get it ready for when you came out of jail. But,” Beef winks, “you fucked up his plans.”

  A gym? I turn and eye the building. It’s certainly big enough. But I can’t help messing with Mace. “You want me to go back inside so you can get on with it, Ground Pounder?”

  His shoulder bumps hard into mine. “Nah, you fuckin’ Leatherneck. Want you to stay right where you are, Brother. Working on it with me.”

  All jokes are put to one side as he turns and looks straight into my face. “You’re fuckin’ home.”

  I am. And fuck me. A gym of our own? “You brought this up in church?”

  “Not officially. Didn’t have a chance, but I know everyone’s for it.”

  “Count me in,” says Beef. “Need somewhere to work off Mel’s fuckin’ cupcakes.”

  I walk to the building, then eye the surroundings, then look back at the fence behind. “You know, we could do more than just have this for us. It could have its own access. Maybe start a new business venture on our own land.”

  “Now you’re talking.” Beef looks at the unpaved road that runs along the back of our property, an approach road for the mill at one time. “You know, you might just have an idea there, Ink.”

  I raise my chin at him. Of course, at the back of my mind is the thought that I’ll be able to train with Beth under my watchful eye and won’t have to deal with the worry of her being out of my site at that place she currently frequents.

  Did I say I’ve got it bad for my old lady?

  Well, I have.

  Acknowledgments

  I enjoyed writing about Ink and Beth, loving their characters. But somehow, my vision in my head hadn’t translated on to the page properly. Massive thanks must go to Danena and Maggie for reading the early draft and telling me where things weren’t working. Hopefully they’ve helped me create a book which you’ve enjoyed reading.

  A new person I have to thank is Sara, my tall friend, who gave me some ideas for Beth’s story. I hope you like where I’ve taken it. Thank you, Sara – I’ve enjoyed our chats and learning about tall people’s problems.

  Another successful venture with Dar of Wicked Sm
art Designs for the cover. Thank you for being so responsive and helpful.

  As always I have to thank Maggie Kern my editor who had to work hard on this one. You know I love you, woman.

  Melanie has again done a stellar job on the proofreading. Thank you so much.

  As normal, as well as Danena, I have to thank all my beta readers. Sheri, you always find something everyone else has missed. Alex, your input is invaluable. Same goes to all the team, Tami, Terra, Zoe, Nicole and of course, my husband, Steve (who’s own habit of fainting at the sight of his own blood gave me the idea for Lizard’s reaction).

  As normal, special thanks to my PA, Tracy Wood. I can’t thank her enough for everything she does to keep my social media running smoothly.

  I have left the most important to last, all you readers who take a chance on buying my books, and then telling me how much you enjoy reading them. My whole day can be boosted by one message, one comment or one review. You may have no idea how much it spurs me to write more.

  The best way of telling me is to leave a review on whatever platform you read on, or anywhere you can review. I read and appreciate every review good or bad. Reviews help authors make sales, sales allow authors to pay editors, models and photographers, cover designers etc, and put food on the table.

  What’s next? Devil’s Spawn (Satan’s Devils MC Colorado Chapter) will be my next book.

  Love and peace

  Manda

  Devil’s Spawn

  Satan’s Devils MC (Colorado Chapter) #6

  Copyright

  Published 2020 by Trish Haill Associates

  Copyright Manda Mellett

  Cover Design by Wicked Smart Designs

  Edited and formatted by Maggie Kern at Ms.K Edits

  Proof reading by Melanie Farrow at Professional Writing Services

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book reviews.

  www.mandamellett.com

  Disclaimer

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Warning

  This book is dark in places and contains content of a sexual, abusive and violent nature. It may not be suitable for persons under the age of 18.

  Dedication

  Devil’s Spawn is dedicated to my father-in-law, David ‘Stormy’ Haill who showed us so dramatically that sometimes the impossible actually is possible.

  Cast of Characters

  Officers

  Demon – President

  Beef - Vice President

  Buzzard – Secretary/Treasurer

  Thunder – Sergeant-At-Arms

  Mace – Enforcer

  Sparky – Road Captain

  Patched Members

  Hellfire

  Bomber

  Cad

  Ink

  Lizard

  Pyro

  Paladin

  Rusty

  Skull

  Judge

  Wills

  Prospects

  Karl

  Beaver

  Nails

  Dirt

  Smithy – Failed Prospect

  Old Ladies & Children

  Violet (Demon’s): Theo

  Steph (Beef’s)

  Sindy (Buzzard’s)

  Moira (Hellfire’s): Demon, Kennedy, Samuel

  Jeannie (Bomber’s)

  Jayden (Paladin’s)

  Mel (Pyro’s)

  Beth (Ink’s)

  Sweet Butts

  Bella

  Breezy

  Sheila

  Titsy

  Tulia

  Deceased Members

  Blackie – Previous President

  Furnace – Previous VP

  Ingot – Previous Enforcer

  Taser

  Chapter One

  Lizard

  The bright beam of light homing in on my face had woken me. Squinting, I see it’s the sun piercing the material of the curtains, successfully finding a gap where I hadn’t closed them properly the night before.

  Closing my eyes tightly against the annoying dazzle, I repeat the mantra in my head.

  I’m Lizard, otherwise known as Norton James. I ride with the Satan’s Devils MC and have for the past ten years. I’m thirty-eight years old, and my birthday is… my birthday is the tenth of January. The current President of the United States is… well, who can forget that name? I’m a tattoo artist and I run Devil’s Ink on behalf of my brothers. I’ve no ties, no family and that’s how I intend to stay.

  All there. All the important details.

  Today is going to be a good day.

  The uneasy but inexplainable fear that always seems to be there when I awake begins to recede.

  Sliding my legs out from under the covers, I place my bare feet on the floor, then look around my room. It’s not much but has all the essentials I need in my life. A place to lay my head, a closet for my clothes, and a desk where I can sit and sketch out my designs in peace. With the luxury of an en suite bathroom, this is my home.

  I’m more than content to live on the compound of the Satan’s Devils MC Colorado chapter based in Pueblo. I have everything that I could wish for, and no desire for anything more. These four-square walls are more than adequate as my personal space. I’ve no yearning to own an apartment, let alone a house.

  Already I hear voices and the heavy stomping of motorcycle boots making their way past my door, my brothers getting ready for the day. The sounds are comforting, reminding me I’m not alone. What would I do without such company? Just take one step outside my door and I’ll find men who share my hopes and dreams, and, when I have the need—which I admit is quite often—I can take my choice of the five club girls who exist just to keep us sexually satisfied. In return, of course, we don’t leave them wanting.

  Hmm. I glance back at the bed where I’d fucked Bella last night. Her tits, mmm mmm. She didn’t leave me unsatisfied, that’s for sure. The night before that, Mace and I had Breezy and Tulia together. Mace likes to fuck with a partner, and now that Ink’s found his one, he’d asked me if I’d like to step up. Suits me fine.

  Naked, I glance down at my cock lying flaccid in the midst of my trimmed pubic hair and grin. Fuck me, but I can’t understand how my brothers are hooking up with old ladies. I don’t have it in me to commit to one pussy for life. What would I do without the variety? Discounting the old-timers who’ve worn their ball and chain for years, other brothers are now dropping as though Paladin brought some infectious disease up with him from Tucson. First Demon found Vi, then Beef met Steph, quickly followed by Pyro with Mel, and more recently, the confirmed bachelor, Ink, getting together with Beth. Well, whatever they’ve got, I’m immune to it. Always have been, and always will be.

  Best get this day started. Yeah. The sooner my work’s done, the quicker I can come home and choose who’s going to get the benefit of my cock tonight. Sheila perhaps? Been a while since I’ve had her. My cock twitches as I start remembering what she can do with her mouth.

  Fuck, man. Oh shit, why did my mind have to go there? Now I’ve got to shoot one off in the shower.

  Half an hour later, dressed and my cock behaving once again, I descend the industrial metal staircase which takes me to the clubroom. Already it’s busy.

  Citizens have this idea that all the members of the MC do is ride around on their bikes having fun and committing crimes, maybe with a bit of murder and mayhem thrown in. While we might do the latter at times, and only ever for good reason, mostly our time is filled with the same shit as other folks, an honest day’s work.

  “Liz, Theo’s got a slight fever. Jay’s going to take him to the doctor—”

  “Vi,” I address the p
rez’s woman and recently qualified tattoo artist, “your boy’s ill? You do what you need to do, take him yourself. Me and Jonah can carry the workload for now.”

  It was the right answer. Vi tosses me a worried smile now tinged with relief. Kids get ill, moms worry. It’s just something they do. Blotting out the childhood memory that my own mother wouldn’t have given a damn, I just raise my chin when she offers her thanks and hurries off with a fretting child in her arms. I watch her for a moment, thinking how glad I am I don’t have kids.

  “You around later after church, Liz?” A deep voice interrupts my thoughts.

  “Sure, Mace. What’s up?”

  He leans in. “Got a few goodies from that sex shop on Main. Think they’re right up Titsy and Breezy’s street. You game?”

  Despite the relief I’d only just gotten in the shower, my cock twitches as I slap him on the back. “Sure thing, Brother.” I wonder just exactly what he’s bought. Something to torture the girls with that will be certain. Then I frown. “But I ain’t wearing no cock ring. Uh-uh.” Not after last time. Could hardly get the darn thing off when the catch had gotten stuck.

  Mace snorts. “Thought it would be the hospital for you that time.”

  I glare at him. He can laugh, but it hadn’t been a joking matter. Turning up at ER with a ring on my fucking dick? No thank you. Relief wasn’t a strong enough word for what I felt when the lube had eventually enabled me to work that thing off without having to seek expert assistance. I turn my back on him and walk away before he can see the corners of my lips curve. That shit would be funny if it happened to anyone else, and I can’t blame him from getting mileage out of it. It’s only what I’d have done myself if our positions were reversed. Hmm, that’s an idea. Maybe I can get him to try it.