He catches me staring, raises his chin, and his mouth quirks. Yeah, Hellfire is happy being an ordinary member with no special responsibilities. Unlike myself. I carry everyone’s weight on my shoulders. I jerk my head back. My shoulders are broad, old man. I can take it. He grins and nods. Sure you can, son. I have faith in you.
As I allow the men around me to settle, my gaze stays fixed, watching the man who for thirty-five years I’d thought was my father. I’m still coming to terms with the fact he’s my brother instead. My father—his, too—was a rapist.
If it wasn’t that Hellfire was such a good man, I would be more disturbed about the bad blood running through my veins. But how could I let it worry me when all my life I’ve admired the man I still call father? That he’d killed my sperm donor long ago raises nothing other than satisfaction. One less thing I’d have had to deal with myself. Black Plate, Blackie, founder of the club, had met his demise the very night of my conception. A club vote, a patching in, and the new member had dispatched him to meet Satan. He’d rained hellfire down on the rapist, hence picking up his handle. Details I’d discovered only three months back.
Thunder, sitting to my left and looking uncomfortable, catches my eye, an unspoken question in his. I shake my head and receive a quick grimace of disappointment. Since I moved a step up at the table, changing my role from VP to prez, Thunder’s combining his sergeant-at-arms duties with those of being my second. He’s not held back on letting me know he has no desire to change roles permanently. Problem is, I don’t know who else I’d trust to be my VP. Time’s coming when we’ll need to vote on it, but to date, I haven’t come up with anyone who I’d propose.
Since we'd had to dispatch the traitor, Taser, trust has been sorely challenged in the club. None of us had expected a member to turn on his brothers. It’s hit us all hard, and the dust has yet to settle. All of us would have trusted Taser with our lives. Ingot, our previous enforcer who Taser had murdered, had paid for that conviction with his.
My reminiscence leads me to consider Skull, also at the opposite end of the table. While we were looking for the man who betrayed the club, circumstantial evidence had pointed to Runt, a prospect. He’d been questioned in the MC way. When all we’d gotten back were denials, the interrogation had become painful. For him, not us. We’d made an innocent man hurt. He’d left the club for a month while he sorted out shit in his head. To our surprise, he’d returned, wanting to be part of a band of brothers that took loyalty so seriously. We’d patched him in and, at his request, changed his handle. Runt came in as a prospect but Skull earned his place around this table. He seemed to appreciate the jokes that he had a hard head.
It had been a bad time, but we’re out on the other side. It means, though, I’m short a man wearing the VP patch.
As though he can pluck my thoughts out of my head, Thunder gives me a sharp nod of reassurance. No rush. Might not want it, but while you need me to step up, I have your back.
As the brothers settle, it’s time to get church underway. I bang the gavel, then point with it. “Buzzard?”
“Yeah.” The treasurer kicks off with his usual run through of the health of our various businesses. All’s looking good.
When he passes the ball to Paladin, I’m pleased to see the member who transferred from the Tucson chapter not much more than three months back handles himself well giving an update on our fledgling security business.
“Another contract?”
“Only a small one,” Paladin notes. “But it’s all about getting our foot in the door at this stage.”
“Any bread’s welcomed,” Pyro observes.
“Looking to reinvest,” Buzzard nods toward Lizard. “Brother here is proposing a new location for the tattoo parlour and expanding business.”
I’m not unhappy Buzz brought that up rather than myself. It’s not news for anyone, but it is the first time it’s been discussed as a proposition rather than a vague idea. It’s kicked around for a while, but finally Liz gets the vote he wants, and it’s full steam ahead. Rusty and Ink, both handy with a hammer, offer to get on with the drywalling as soon as the contract is signed.
A list is compiled of everything we need, such as looking for additional skilled employees and getting advertising underway to let old and new customers know where we’re relocating to. Once we’ve gotten all that sorted, time’s ticked on, and no one has an appetite for much more talk. I sense brothers are getting uneasy, their minds now on alcohol and pussy instead of business.
No point keeping asses in seats without good reason. I bang the gavel, bring the meeting to a close, and am not surprised when I find Hellfire lingering.
“What’s on your mind, Demon?”
I half laugh. “That easy to read, Hell?”
The man I still regard as my father laughs. “Only ever since you were a babe in arms. Never could get anything past me.”
As it’s the truth, I don’t deny it. For a long time I’d thought he had supernatural powers at reading minds, until I realised it was all part of being a dad.
“Well, Brother,” I say with a grin, emphasising the word for two reasons, one to show he’s no longer at the head of the table, and the second to acknowledge the true relationship between us, only recently acknowledged. “You’re correct, of course.”
I wave him out the door.
He gets my meaning, and heads for the bar. Dan, one of our prospects, has a whisky for Hell and a beer for me ready as we approach. Instead of slinging it back in one gulp, then asking for another, Hell sips his drink slowly. Another change, and all to the good. The old man’s certainly regained that sparkle in his eyes, his new relaxed lifestyle taking years off him.
As we take our drinks to an empty table, my eyes catch Lizard already with his hand caressing Breezy’s bare tits. Christ, that man doesn’t waste time before snagging a sweet butt. Not that I blame him; I’ll be looking for one later myself.
At last, I turn my attention to Hell. “You’ll never guess who I bumped into earlier.”
Obviously, he can’t. He raises an eyebrow.
Alternating between speaking and drinking my beer, I enlighten him, and relate my encounter with Violet.
“Fuck, Brother. That was a bad business.” A shadow comes over Hell’s face as he refers to the day we’d received the news Nathan had been killed. Growing up, if I wasn’t at Nathan’s house, he’d been at mine. We’d been as thick as thieves from the age of four. Hell used to joke he had a third son. It had taken a long time for his loss to sink in, even longer to start to deal with it.
“Fuckin’ shocked us all,” I affirm. “Fuckin’ shame the good die young.”
“While the bad go on living.” He raises his glass like a salute, then draws a hand over his face. “Got some grey hairs from some of the things you two got up to.” His reminder brings a grin to my face. Yeah, Nate and I had gotten up to some shit in our day. “You remember his grandfather’s World War II grenade?”
Do I! “Lucky we didn’t blow ourselves up.”
Hell’s shaking his head. “His dad never should have left it lying around. But trying to get the gunpowder out with a hammer?” He barks a laugh. “You should have kids, Demon. Would like to see you handle that shit.”
“Good reason I don’t and have no inclination to,” I reply shortly. “And please, I get the ‘kids’ talk from Mom often enough.”
“Mo just wants to see you settled.”
Why settle? I have a club full of whores and hangarounds for when I have an itch to scratch. Why tie myself down when there’s no need to? Which reminds me. My eyes again scan the room, seeing Tulia is on her own. I hold up a finger toward her, giving her the signal that she’s to wait for me to finish my conversation with Hellfire and not go with anyone else in the meantime. One of the perks of being the prez.
“So,” Hellfire draws back my attention. “You’re worried about Nathan’s sister?”
Trust him to get to the heart of the matter. “I am.” I frown. Worried?
Concerned? Feeling guilty I’d been out of touch for so long? Intrigued by the beautiful woman she’s grown into? “Not sure I can put my finger on it, but something’s not right.” An image of her comes into my head. While I’d been checking her out, I hadn’t missed the shadows in her eyes. The lines on my forehead deepen.
“You said she seemed down. Post-partum depression?”
“That could be the name for it, but shit if I know.” Something he’d probably have more knowledge of. He’d been right by Mo’s side while she birthed and raised three kids. Myself, my half-brother and half-sister are all fully-grown now, but I suspect there are things you don’t forget. “I don’t know, Hell. But I have this nagging feeling that I owe it to Nathan to look out for her.”
“Could be you want to know for yourself, too,” he observes, sagely.
“Nah,” I shut him down fast. “Sure, she’s an attractive bitch, but she’s Nathan’s little sister, for fuck’s sake. And a woman like that, alone with a kid in tow, would be looking for a meal ticket.”
“Looking for a life-partner,” he corrects. He and Mo have been married thirty-six years. A few ups and downs along the way, but they’re pretty well matched. Neither tries to hide that they think I should be looking to settle down. He stares at me. “She used to follow you around like a lovesick puppy. She still carryin’ a torch for you?”
It’s so far from the truth, I laugh. “Not so you’d notice.”
“Kid used to think the sun shone out of your ass.”
“Not anymore.” I recall the dismissive way she’d treated me.
“So, you don’t want her, she’s not going to give you more than the time of day, but you want to make sure she’s not needin’ anything because you feel you owe it to Nathan.”
“’Bout sums it up.” One thing’s for certain; my old man’s not stupid.
“You’re the prez now,” he reminds me. “Put a prospect on her. No one gonna question you.” He nods toward the bar. “Dan’s pretty good.”
He’s right. Dan is. He’s got the knack of fading into the background. When he isn’t wearing his cut, of course.
“At least he might find out shit to settle your mind on how she’s doing. You could have come across her on a bad day. Havin’ a kid isn’t easy. ’Specially if she’s on her own. Could just have had a sleepless night.”
He’s right. There could be any number of reasons why Violet didn’t resemble the girl I used to know. A few minutes later, when Hell rises to go home to Moira, my mind is a lot lighter. I hadn’t liked the idea I’d let Nathan down, that something was going on with his sister that I should have, but hadn’t been able to prevent, as I hadn’t fucking given her a thought in years. Hell’s suggestion of siccing a prospect on her is a good one. At least this way, I could respect her wishes not to interfere but satisfy myself she was happy enough. If something needs fixing, armed with the knowledge of what, I could step up and help.
Not wasting a moment, I give Dan instructions and a description, together with what information I know, such as her family’s old address on the assumption that’s where they still live. I’m finally free to make my way over to Tulia.
“Prez,” she breathes at my approach, her eyes shining with anticipation.
“Doll, you intend on fuckin’ the man or the title?” I smirk.
“Does it matter?”
Her husky voice goes straight to my groin. My eyes feast on the tits which are only just hidden beneath her cropped top, and catch the sparkle from Liz’s handiwork, her belly-button jewel. Her crotch will be wet and easily accessible under her very short skirt. The fresh scent of shampoo and shower gel are all I can smell, letting me know mine will be the first cock inside her tonight. I don’t care how many come after, but I prefer to be the one filling her cunt first.
Or, rather, the condom. Don’t want to take any chances.
My hands find her shoulders, turn her around, then walk her across the room and into the prez’s, my, office. I admit to there still being a sense of satisfaction being able to bend a slut over the big desk and fuck her there. The girls find it novel, too. The last prez had never made himself available; Hellfire has always been faithful to Moira.
Without pausing more than to raise her skirt to her waist, confirming my suspicions she’s foregone panties tonight, and sliding a condom over my cock, I place my hands either side her head, raising it a fraction so she’s looking straight at the large Satan’s Devils flag hanging on the wall behind the desk, depicting the Grim Reaper and three little demons.
“Watch the devil and feel the demon,” I rasp softly into her ear. Now I’ve positioned her where I want her, her shiver of excitement confirms that my blatant display of power has aroused her. I’m not surprised to find her cunt dripping.
“Demon,” she pleads, “fuck me.”
Never let it be said I make a woman ask twice. I slam into her again and again until I feel her clench around me. Still holding myself back, I pull out when she’s finished her orgasm, lifting her up, seating her, then pushing her back until she’s lying flat on the desk, and hammer into her again. I take my time, drawing two more orgasms out of her before finally letting go myself.
My cock’s been well worked, my self-imposed discipline having heightened my arousal. When I eventually allow my balls to draw up and release my cum up through my cock and out to flood the condom, I see stars. And a face. Violet’s.
What the fuck?
Chapter Three
Demon
There is nothing about Tulia that reminds me of Violet. The sweet butt is auburn with freckles and grey-green eyes; Nathan’s baby sister is blonde, her skin fair and like porcelain, her eyes a startling blue. Tulia is slim, Violet curvy, with hips a man could hang onto while fucking. This is Vi I’m thinking about, Nathan’s sister. Not a random woman who might be up for a good time. My outrageous carnal thoughts are disrespecting both her and my friend’s memory.
So disgusted with myself for conjuring up Violet’s image at such an inappropriate time, I’m determined to stop thinking about her and our out-of-the-blue meeting. Making a conscious effort, I force her right to the back of my mind.
In that, I’m mostly successful. By Friday, I’ve barely thought of her once, even forgetting that I’d given Dan the instruction to watch her until I needed to remind the prospect to restock the bar, only to find he wasn’t around.
Fuck this. How can I leave the club short-handed just to appease my sense of guilt and what had been my failing? I’d neglected to keep tabs on a woman I’d promised to watch over, and that wasn’t down to the MC. I shouldn’t use up resources for personal shit. Anyway, Hell was probably right: I’d misread the situation, there was nothing wrong, she’d just worn the harassed look of a woman tired from caring for a young baby.
Or, maybe, she’d taken one look at me and decided she didn’t like the adult I’d become. Could have found the young man she’d lusted after as a teenager had turned into someone who no longer interested her. It may be I had brought sad memories of her brother to the fore, making coping with Nathan’s loss harder, with me in her face as a reminder. There must be a hundred good reasons why Violet hadn’t leapt at the chance to rekindle our friendship.
I’d given her my number. She hasn’t called.
I should just drop it. Let her get on with her life and do the same with mine. Her behaviour was probably nothing more than the normal tiredness of a new mother with a young son. My desire to watch over her is an invasion of her privacy. Never mind that I want to know more about the woman she’s become, she’s not for the likes of me, and I should just leave her alone. I debate calling Dan back immediately, but can make do without him a while longer. The task I need him for isn’t urgent.
I’ll leave him where he is for now, and then get an update from him when he reappears. If he’s seen nothing untoward in the last couple of days, I’ll relieve him of his babysitting duties. I’ll have done all I can to make sure Nathan’s sister is okay and my mind can res
t easy. And if her sweet, innocent look is fuel to my mind when I’m taking myself in hand in the shower, well, that’s my problem, not hers. No one will ever know except me and my conscience.
Returning to my office, I settle down to what I should be thinking about, rather than a little blonde pixie. It’s not long before I have another insight into why Hellfire had no problem giving up the chair. There’s more paperwork to running an MC than anyone would ever realise. We own businesses, we pay taxes. I’m in the middle of laboriously going through the figures Buzzard has prepared, settling in for a long afternoon, when my phone rings.
Swearing at the interruption, I press accept. “You got Demon.”
“Prez.” It’s Dan. His tone immediately has me on high alert.
“Speak to me.”
“Prez, it’s that girl you wanted me to watch.”
A growling sound in my throat warns him to get to the point.
“She’s in Canon City. I followed her here. Wills was just about to take over from me, so when she was obviously on the move, I decided I’d like to know where she was going so I tagged along. Thank fuck I did. It means there’s two of us. Well, look, I don’t know how you want us to handle this shit.”
“What the fuck are you talking about, Dan? She doing some shopping? What do you mean, you don’t know what to do?”
“She’s not shopping, Prez. She left her house with a suitcase. Put it in the car. Thought you’d want to know where she’s going, if she was going to stay with a friend or something.”
Okay, I’m following so far. Haven’t heard anything worth the emergency call. Again my growl rumbles down the line to encourage him get on with it. I may change my mind about patching him in if he keeps fucking around.
“She brought the baby with her. We followed them. Prez…” There’s a pause, then he gives me the punchline. “She’s left the baby in the middle of a shopping centre.”
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