by Sweet, Izzy
Fuck, Hound is my father, and if he’s pissed…
Well shit, I can only be on bathroom duty so many times before I’ll want to kill myself.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Alright, we’ll swing by Allie’s on the way there,” I say, moving down the hallway, heading for the barroom of our clubhouse.
“No fuckin’ way, man,” Gremlin says with a shake of his head. “We can’t be making any stops.”
“What the fuck are we supposed to do then?” I ask and look from him to Allie. “We sure as fuck can’t take her with us, and she ain’t staying here, either.”
No way in the world would I leave her here with the club skanks and sweetbutts. Hell no, not going to fucking happen. I’d trust my brothers with her life, but not the skanks and sweetbutts. Half of them want to climb the club ladder to ol’ lady, and the others are too dumb to speak.
They also look at Allie as some type of rival, like they could replace her if they could only get her out of their way.
“Fuck!” I growl out at Gremlin. “Who’s on sober duty tonight?”
“Horse, I think,” Gremlin says as he walks toward the bar. “Want me to get his ass?”
“Yeah, see if he can…” I say before looking down at Allie’s questioning look.
“What’s going on?” she asks, her brow furrowing.
“I gotta go on a job,” I sigh and rake my fingers through my hair. “I fucking hate doing this, but I need Horse to get you home tonight.”
“But I—” she starts to say, but I shake my head quickly at her.
I look into her eyes, knowing she’ll understand. “Club business, Allie Cat.”
“Oh… okay,” she sighs with resignation.
And that’s exactly why I feel the way I do about Allie. She doesn’t challenge me when it comes to the club. She knows that it’s who I am and a part of my life. She also knows by bein’ with me she’s gonna be a part of this life too.
I lead her back to my room and grab one of my old leather riding jackets for her.
“Gotta keep that wind off ya,” I say as I look down at the thin-ass jean jacket she wore on the way over here.
Also gotta keep her skin from peeling off her if she were to ever crash.
Lifting it up, she sniffs it and grins at my look.
“Whatcha doin’?” I ask.
“Making sure it’s not stinky. That one jacket you used to have smelled like roadkill,” she says then quickly shoots by me before I can catch her.
“That was cologne, brat!” I say as I catch up to her and firmly swat her ass.
“Ouch!” she yelps and reaches back to rub that juicy ass of hers. “Is that what they call it nowadays? I thought it smelled like someone hit a skunk.”
Laughter erupts to my left as we make it back to the bar and Gremlin hears what she’s sayin’. “Dude, she givin’ ya the lowdown on that shit you used to wear?”
“For fuck’s sake! That shit cost me ninety dollars a fucking bottle!” I growl. Yanking Allie over to my side, I murmur, “It got you, didn’t it?”
Looking up at me with wide, innocent eyes, she says, “No, my big, strong biker, it was all those huge muscles…”
Rolling my eyes at her, I swat her ass again to make her jump. I love her reaction, love the little squeak and wince she gives. It’s a huge fucking turn on.
Yelping, Allie dances away from me as she shrugs herself into my jacket. She’s so small though it makes her look even tinier. Fuck, that’s a sexy look. Might just have to have her walk around our bedroom with just that jacket on.
I can just imagine those sexy legs peeking out from under the jacket as she sits demurely on the bed, her tits covered from me…
Fucking hell, tonight of all nights is not when I want to be doin’ shit like a fucking body disposal. I’d rather be in bed with my dick firmly planted in Allie’s sweet little pussy.
“Where’s Horse?” I ask Gremlin as I try to keep my eyes off Allie for one fucking moment.
“Outside, gettin’ ready. Had to get the seat cleaned off, I guess,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Probably had fuckin’ bird shit on his seat again, fuckin’ animal,” I say with a laugh as I pull Allie back to my side. “Let’s get you home before the parents freak, baby.”
Allie sighs quietly as she looks around at all the revelry that’s going on. “Rather be here with you guys… but yeah.”
Smirking, I look around the clubhouse. Fun is being had in every corner. Drinking, fucking, pool, yelling, and fighting. One of our brothers came down from our Anchorage Chapter and we gotta make sure we show Rain a good time while he’s here.
The haze of pot and tobacco smoke is pretty thick where my old man, Hound, sits. He’s been trying to use some of the good ol’ green medicine to beat the fucking bug he’s got going on.
But the moment he lays eyes on me, I can feel the weight of responsibility coming down on my shoulders.
Nodding my head to the door, I motion to him I’m taking off.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, prospect. The Pres ain’t lookin’ too fucking happy,” Gremlin says.
I grab Allie by the hand and pull her with me. I need to put some space between me and my old man right now. Ever since he went to the doctor a couple weeks back, he’s been on fuckin’ edge. If mom was still around, she could ferret out whatever’s been up his ass lately. But as it is, all I’ve seen him do is smoke pot or yell at whoever’s closest to him.
Pushing the door to the club open, I take a deep breath of the warm night air. Fuck, it’s good to live here. I’ve been to a few major cities and shit, but they smell like ass compared to Kentucky.
“You ready to go home, Allie Cat?” I ask as I pull her into a tight fucking hug.
God, this woman is everything to me. Letting her leave like this kills me every damn time.
“Maybe if you were taking me,” Allie mutters to herself before she slips her backpack over her shoulders.
“Aw, I ain’t that bad to ride with when I’m sober!” Horse shouts with that fucking braying laugh of his.
Allie tried to ask me once why we call him Horse. I explained it’s because of his laugh. I’ll be damned if I’m gonna tell her it’s because of the huge fucking horse cock he’s got swingin’ between his legs.
Walking her over to Horse’s bike, I watch as he starts it up before I turn back to Allie. “I love you, Allie.”
Her eyes brighten like they always do when I say those three words to her. “I love you too, Coy. I’ll call you tomorrow as soon as I get away from them.”
Helping her onto the back of the bike, I nod at her then say, “Two weeks and you’re mine for good.”
“Two weeks,” she says before putting her hands up on Horse’s shoulders.
Fuck, seeing her touch another man makes me clench my teeth so fucking hard they hurt. I don’t give a fuck if it’s a brother, I can’t fucking stand it.
But thanks to her fucking parents and my obligations, I can’t do shit about it.
I shove my hands in my pockets to fight the urge to yank her off his seat.
And just like that, the one thing in this world I love as much as my bike is racing into the night without me.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here, prospect. Jude ain’t gonna wait forever,” Gremlin says as he walks over to his bike and gets on.
I head over to my own. Standing it up and starting it up, I look back at the clubhouse. It’s not the first time I’ve looked up at the Royal Bastards skull painted on the building and wondered if it knows something I don’t.
For the briefest of moments, I swear it’s trying to tell me something, but before I can figure it out, Gremlin is tearin’ ass out of the driveway.
* * *
Pulling up to our business, Kentucky Pet Crematorium and Funeral Services, I grin at the building. It causes quite a few laughs between the old man and me knowing this business is one of our best earners. It’s completely legal in the eyes of
the law, but it also happens to be the one we do the most illegal shit at.
We offer honest pricing and provide top-notch services for deceased animals. From cremations to funerals, we do really good business. We don’t fuck around with trying to rip people off, and the business goes above and beyond all expectations. Shit like that keeps us in the good graces of the community.
That we also do all our body disposal services in the same building is just a happy by-product.
We make our money a little differently than some of our brother Chapters. Our main sources of income come from body disposal, money laundering, and strip clubs. That’s the illegal side of things. We use legal fronts like laundry mats, nail salons, and car washes to clean most of the money we bring in from the illegal side of things.
We’re kind of like a one-stop shop for all things dirty. Fuck, we’ll even do some gun running if need be. We don’t touch the drug trade, though. My old man’s got a huge fucking hang-up on hard drugs being dealt by anyone in our Chapter.
It just don’t fuckin’ happen.
“Fucking hell, Coy,” Gremlin says as he kills his engine. “What the fuck did Hound ever do to owe someone like this guy from Garden City?”
“Beats me,” I say. “Even if I did know, I probably wouldn’t want to.”
“Fuckin’ dude’s crazy,” Gremlin says as we make our way over to the blacked-out Tahoe parked next to the gate leading to the back of the building.
The window slides down and reveals a black-haired man in his mid-twenties grinning at us. “Hello boys! Good to see you’ve finally decided to show up.”
Walking up to the side of the vehicle, I’m tempted to look through his back window to see what I’m dealin’ with but decide against it. I’ll see whatever nightmare is back there soon enough.
Reaching through the window and clasping Jude’s hand, I give it a firm but not fucking with him, shake. He may be a city boy, but this dude’s tough as fucking nails, like a biker.
“How’s it goin’, Jude?” I ask before quickly adding, “Sorry about bein’ late, some shit held us up.”
“Nothing to worry about, been pretty quiet around here,” he says before motioning to the back of his SUV. “Where should we dump the load?”
I walk over to the gate and unlock it. “Let’s get it around back, same as always?”
Pulling in through the entrance, Jude shakes his head. “This one’s going to be slightly… different.”
“This might be a long night,” Gremlin grumbles from my side and starts shaking his head as soon as Jude rolls past us.
Looking over at Gremlin, I ask, “You got something better planned?
“Yeah, that new girl Sugar,” he says with a shrug.
“Yeah, that’s if Horse don’t make it back to her first,” I say with a laugh.
Gremlin growls. “That fucker better not touch her. He’s on fucking DD duty tonight. Fuckin’ prospect gonna get his ass handed to him if I catch him fucking around.”
I shrug my shoulders. I don’t got much to say about that. I’m a fucking prospect, I know the rules. Besides, Gremlin’s the Sergeant at Arms. If he says something, it’s fucking law. That and he’s just as fucked in the head as this Jude guy is.
Both of ‘em are batshit insane.
Walking up to the back of the facility, I open the door and head over to the garage door. Opening it up, I motion to Jude to back into the building. Just because we’ve got the local law enforcement on the take doesn’t mean we can risk hauling dead bodies into the building out in the open.
Jude parks and hops out of the Tahoe. “Might want to stand back, this one got messy.”
Fuck.
Taking a deep breath and an extra-large step back, I look to Gremlin. He stays right where he is.
Fucking batshit insane the both of ‘em, I swear.
Jude opens the back of the Tahoe, and yep, he was right.
It got messy.
Inside is a fucking body that looks like it came from a butcher shop. It’s missing its hands, feet, and head. Completely fucking naked, I can see the dick has been mutilated beyond almost all recognition.
Gremlin snickers loudly as the head rolls off the pile of body parts and lands at his feet with a wet thump.
Lifting it up by the hair, he turns it to face him. “What did this fucker do?”
Jude shrugs his thick shoulders, and I notice that despite the messy state of the body, his suit is still pristine. “Fuck if I know. I was told to make it last and make sure he didn’t go peacefully.”
Fuck.
This is going to be a mess. At least some of the body has already been cut up… I guess there’s a silver lining in that.
Heading over to the workshop area, I start grabbing black rolls of plastic sheeting, rubber gloves, and three smocks.
Walking back over to Jude and Gremlin, I start handing the shit out, but Gremlin holds his hands up. “This one’s on you, prospect. I gotta take a piss.”
“Fucking dick,” I snap at him before I throw his set of shit over to the work area.
“We all gotta pay our dues, Coy, my boy,” Gremlin sing-songs at my ass as he walks out the back of the building.
Fucking animal doesn’t even use the fucking toilet, he just gonna piss on the side of the building.
Jude turns his cold eyes on me. “You’ve made your bones, Coy, this isn’t anything new.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I smirk at him. “But what the fuck did you do his dick? Jesus, fuck, man.”
Jude smiles like he’s fucking proud of himself. “I stuck a metal rod down it then I used an apple corer.”
He takes off his black suit jacket and heads over to an empty chair. Draping the jacket over the back of the chair, he removes his suit vest.
“The fuck?” I ask and begin debating my life choices.
“Eh, it was the start of our little heart to heart. I wanted to make sure I started off on the right foot,” Jude says, removing his crisp white shirt.
Underneath all the spit and polish of his clothing, this motherfucker is just like me. Fucking tatts all over his body and full sleeves. Looking over a few of them, I get a sense of his style. There’s demons and angels everywhere. Some are graphically beautiful and some look like the artistry of a child.
Grabbing the amputated feet, I look at him and ask, “Any reason you took the feet and hands off?”
“Call it professional pride, I guess. I wanted to see if I could remove them one by one at the end and not have him bleed out before I was done.”
Fuck, that’s… Well, that’s kinda talented, I think, after everything else that’s been done to the corpse.
“How did it go? Did you make it?” I ask as I throw the feet into the cremator we use for the larger animals.
Jude sighs. “I made it to the last foot before he died. I really should have cauterized the stumps, but I wanted to race myself.”
I chuckle because the fucker looks seriously disappointed in himself.
“Well, I’ve got a five-spot sayin’ you’ll get it next time,” I say, grinning at him.
Heading over to the back of the Tahoe, I start to reach in to grab the legs of the torso when Gremlin comes rushing into the building like the fucking devil himself is chasing him.
“Coy!” Gremlin shouts to me. “Where the fuck is your phone?!”
Slapping my hands down at my pockets, I look around for a moment, not feeling it in my back pocket. Walking over to the chair where my kutte is, I grab it out of my pocket.
“What the fuck?” I ask as I look at Gremlin then down to my phone.
Fuck me, I had it on silent.
On the home screen it shows I’ve got almost thirty missed calls, all back to back.
All from my old man.
“Dude, call your dad now,” Gremlin says, coming up to me and putting his hand on my shoulder.
Looking at his hand, I stare into his green eyes for a moment, trying to figure out why the fuck he’s touching me.
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p; I don’t like people touching me, everyone in the fucking club knows that shit.
The only reason I even force myself to shake someone’s hand is because my old man wouldn’t let me get away with not doing it.
He doesn’t want me to look like a little bitch.
Fuck, it took Allie a full fucking month of constant touching to get past my reservations about touching outside of fucking. I love the girl with all my heart, but even with her I wasn’t too thrilled with it in the beginning. She broke through all those walls though, kicked ‘em down and said I’m here motherfucker, get used to it.
Allie’s the only one I let touch me. The only one who can touch me and not make my skin crawl.
And now that she’s broken the dam, I can’t get enough of how she feels against my skin. The soft, silky feel of her tender skin calls to my rough calloused hands.
Trying to shrug Gremlin’s hand off my shoulder doesn’t work though. He keeps it right where it is.
“Call him,” Gremlin says, and I can see he ain’t fuckin’ around.
Pushing dial on the phone, I only have to wait one ring before my old man comes on the line.
Short and to the point, he says, “Meet me at Baptist Health.”
Chapter Three
Coy
Meet me at Baptist Health. Fuck. The old man didn’t say anything else. He disconnected as soon as he got that out.
Taking every curve and corner of the roads to the hospital at almost twice the posted speed limit pushes even my bike to the limits. I’ve done a lot of shit on this bike, but I’ve never pushed it like this.
The warm night blows cold against my skin as I push my steel bitch harder, and when I finally reach the hospital, it feels like I’m moving through the world at a snail’s pace.
My eyes aches from the intensity of the flashing lights coming from the ambulances and cop cars, but what causes my heart to drop in my chest is seeing a shit ton of the club’s bikes already here.
There’s even some of our club vans here for the guys who were too drunk to ride.
