The President

by Archer, Addy

  THE PRESIDENT

  OF REBEL RAGE MC

  By Addy Archer

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, businesses, characters, events, places, are used fictitiously or are the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, places, or events is purely coincidental.

  Please do not buy if strong sexual situations, violence, explicit language and biker romance offends you. This is not meant to be an exact impression of life in a motorcycle club. This is purely a work of fiction meant to entertain.

  1st edition published: September 23, 2019

  Editing by: Virginia, Hot Tree Editing

  Formatting: Addy Archer

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  BLURB

  The President of Rebel Rage MC

  When Alaric meets the right woman under the wrong circumstances, as the president of Rebel Rage MC, his options are limited… unless he can strike a deal that would benefit the both of them.

  Making the best of a bad situation, Angie accepts the help of the muscled, overbearing biker who offers her protection from the danger stalking her at every turn.

  As the death of a woman unleashes a chain of events that draws out new enemies and threatens everything he holds dear, Alaric will do whatever it takes to protect what he considers his.

  Escape into the world of Rebel Rage MC, where laws don’t apply, loyalty is everything, and love is worth fighting for. The President is book one of the Rebel Rage MC trilogy, which will continue in The Vice President and conclude in The Prospect.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  C H A P T E R O N E

  C H A P T E R T W O

  C H A P T E R T H R E E

  C H A P T E R F O U R

  C H A P T E R F I V E

  C H A P T E R S I X

  C H A P T E R S E V E N

  C H A P T E R E I G H T

  C H A P T E R N I N E

  C H A P T E R T E N

  C H A P T E R O N E

  ~ ALARIC ~

  I glare at the bitch who is trying to shoot me a sultry look. One would think working for Rebel Rage MC for little over a year would let the bitch know I never stick my cock into those I work with. Sultry look, wet cunt waving or not, it’s never going to happen.

  Reaching for my wallet, I grab a few hundred bucks and throw it on the desk in front of her. I don’t have to give her anything, but I’m proving a point here. “Cash is the only thing you’re getting out of me, Lexi. I ain’t interested in what you’re offering. Now think again and don’t make me fuckin’ repeat myself, or I will turn this meeting around and let my knife do the talking. I have no problem with making the information bleed out of you.”

  Lexi—the madam we have running our whorehouse—picks up the cash without a hint of shame. The glint in her eyes betrays her; she damn well wanted my cock instead of the money. Well, not really. She wants the power of the man attached to it. I’m Alaric, president of Rebel Rage MC, and by fucking me this woman would be as high up in the ranks as she can get. Rebel Rage MC owns this whorehouse she works in, among other things. So, you can say I’m her boss, or the boss’s boss for that matter.

  She’s tried many times to charm me into her cunt, but I’m not touching a hole attached to claws with ulterior motives. Lexi is driven and focused once she has a goal in mind. It’s actually the reason why we hired her to run this whorehouse for us. We own three in total, but this one is the most profitable with the least effort.

  Well, it was until last week. It’s as if there was a vein cut and money started gushing out. Lexi texted me when she discovered the huge change in numbers, and I installed a few extra cameras at strategic points to see if we can find out who is stealing the cash.

  Lexi opens her laptop and turns it for me to see the camera feed. My eyes eat up the information, and my hands itch to palm my knife and have some fun. Man or woman, my knife doesn’t have a preference what skin it’s slicing through.

  Though the woman in question doesn’t strike me as someone acting by herself, and come to think of it, I know whose cock she voluntarily jumps on when she isn’t using her cunt to earn us the cash she needs to keep a roof over her head.

  I point toward the screen. “Isn’t she Myk’s cock warmer?”

  “Yes,” Lexi snaps, irritation evident in her tone. “And Xandra came to us asking for a five-grand loan. She only paid off half.”

  Fucking bitch with sticky fingers. My eyes trail back to the security feed, and something catches my attention. I turn the laptop fully toward me, preventing Lexi from watching it with me, and I rewind the video a few seconds to see if my eyes didn’t betray me. Nope. My eyes sure as fuck didn’t, but someone damn well did.

  With only a hint of his body, I can clearly identify Myk standing near the outside of the room, standing watch while Xandra slips in to steal money. Now, it’s one thing if a whore takes cash from the hand that feeds her, but for one of my brothers to betray his own fucking MC? Yeah. Fury boiling in my veins is only the simmering for what’s to come.

  I slam the laptop shut and get to my feet. “I’m taking this with me.”

  Lexi starts to sputter her objections, and I know the cameras are connected to this one, but I don’t fucking care.

  I hold my palm up. “You’ll get it back when I’m done with it. But what I need right now is for you to bring that bitch to me. I’m going to need your office for the upcoming hour, and I’m pretty damn sure you won’t be able to use it for a while after that. You also need to take care of cleaning up here after I’m done. I’ll be busy handling something else when I’ve dealt with this stealing bitch, understood?”

  I can’t help but smirk, picturing the blood already soaking the carpet. Carpet that’ll need to be cleaned, replaced, whatever. It’ll be her fucking problem. Hence the reason for the few extra hours she won’t be able to use her office.

  Lexi huffs. “Fine. Don’t worry about the cleanup. I can call my own fixer. So, make it quick, and I’ll handle the rest.”

  My eyes stay pinned on her, and she huffs some more before sashaying her ass out of her office. I know she has her own cleaning service, fixer, whatever you want to call that type of service—the one you call when you have a dead body on your hands.

  Normally, we handle our own dead bodies. But she’s involved in this too, and I have to deal with Myk right after I’ve sliced the whore’s throat. Lexi is a madam in a whorehouse, things are bound to be a cesspool every now and then. She can damn well handle it this time.

  I grab my phone and call Hunt, my VP, who is waiting downstairs. “Hunt, get up here, and contact Linc and Brewer. They need to be waiting downstairs within thirty minutes to collect a package I need to have delivered to the clubhouse.”

  “On it, Pres,” Hunt states, and I disconnect the line.

  Hunt rushes up here in the time it takes me to tuck away my phone.

  “What’s up, Alaric? I’ve texted Brewer to bring Linc with him and wait downstairs until we need them. He said they’ll be here in fifteen.”

  “Shut the door.” I open the laptop to show him the security feed.

  “Motherfucker, is that Myk?” he growls.

  “Good to hear you noticed the same thing I did.” My VP didn’t even comment about the whore stealing money; it’s peanuts compared to the betrayal of one of our own damn brothers.

  Hunt locks eyes with me. “He�
�s a dead man.”

  “Agreed, but the cunt dies before him,” I snarl.

  “Make Myk watch.” Hunt’s upper lip twists in disgust when he says Myk’s name.

  Liking his plan, I nod in agreement. “Make sure to text him after Xandra gets here. We need a few minutes alone with her before he gets here. I want to give him a little show first.”

  The knock on the door interrupts our discussion, and I raise my voice. “Yeah?”

  Lexi strolls in with Xandra behind her. “Here’s the entertainment you requested,” Lexi says in a cock-stroking tone.

  She doesn’t say anything else before slipping out the door, making sure it closes quietly behind her. I’m sitting in Lexi’s chair behind her desk. I’m a massive guy and tower over most women, so my feet are sprawled out underneath the open desk.

  I shove the chair back a little and wave my hand in a silent invitation. “Come on, babe, don’t be shy. On your knees, right here, and do what you’re hired to do.”

  Xandra jumps into action as if nothing’s wrong, full work mode. She drops to her knees in front of me and slides her hands over my thick, muscled thighs, heading straight for my cock. Her eyes drift to my VP and back to me, wariness evident, making me wonder if she knows something is about to happen to her. She’s aware Myk is Rebel Rage MC, and she’s about to suck the cock of his pres while his VP is watching.

  She blinks, and a fake moan slips over her lips as she rubs my crotch. Mentally, I’m repulsed at having her hands on me. My cock though? It has a one-track mind and is already trying to find a way out of my jeans. Xandra reaches for my zipper, but I wrap my fingers around her wrist, preventing her from doing so.

  I unzip myself and let my cock spring free. No damn way am I allowing a chick to undress me. I’m always in charge, and seeing as I don’t wear underwear, I’m not risking my cock getting caught up in the fucking zipper either.

  “Grab hold,” I rumble.

  Her tiny fingers eagerly wrap around my wide girth, and she’s already licking her lips, but her eyes trail to Hunt, blinking up expectantly.

  “My VP is here to watch, and only watch. Now grab me tighter, and don’t be fucking gentle about it either. That’s it. Now suck the tip, and careful with the teeth, my cock isn’t a fucking chew toy.”

  She starts to suck my cock, and I take the opportunity to grab a fist full of hair and push her down, giving her no other choice but to deep throat me. Yeah, she’s a real pro, loosening her jaw to accommodate my cock. A loud knock draws my eyes to the door, and Hunt strolls over and opens it.

  Myk stalks inside and asks, “You needed me, Pres?”

  Xandra starts to choke. Whether it’s from hearing Myk’s voice or from the fact I’ve been holding her mouth hostage with my cock, I don’t fucking care. I leave her choking on my cock for a few more seconds, dragging out the moment before I let her come up for air.

  “Yeah, step over here for a second,” I rumble as my left hand holds Xandra in place while my other one palms my knife.

  Myk’s eyes widen a fragment when he realizes I have his whore on her knees in front of me, eagerly sucking my cock. Not for long, though. I rip her off, making my cock fall from her mouth. In one fast move, I draw an eternal smile on her neck, spraying crimson everywhere. Fuck.

  Filled with disgust, I throw the dying cunt to the floor and check my cock for any of the whore’s blood on it. I see a small speck of red. Shit. I gotta wash my damn cock. Clearly, I didn’t think this through.

  Good thing I can blindly trust my VP, because when I look up, I find him pinning Myk to the wall by his neck. I grab my phone and text Brewer to head up to Lexi’s office as soon as he gets here. When that’s done, I step closer and rip Myk’s gun from its holster.

  “You won’t be needing this anymore,” I snarl before I direct my attention to Hunt. “Keep him pinned. I gotta wash this good for nothin’ whore off my cock.”

  Myk growls, but it quickly dies when Hunt tightens his hold on his throat, cutting off his air supply before loosening it some. We’re not going to let him off as easy as the whore, that’s for damn sure.

  A knock on the door draws my attention again, but before I can say anything, it slides open and a tiny-as-shit woman strolls right in. She doesn’t look like a whore. In fact, she looks like the fucking maid. I mentally snort, thinking maybe she’s up for a strip act, because the way her curves stretch the fabric of her jeans is making my cock harder than ever. Even the apron adds to the whole sexy cleaner act.

  She’s dragging a large suitcase behind her, and I imagine that’s where all her cleaning shit is stashed. In the other hand, she’s holding a duster, as if to make clear she’s here to do a thorough job in dusting shit. There’s a backpack casually thrown over her shoulder. I have to wonder why she’s holding so many bags and shit, but then her whole appearance is captivating.

  Her wavy, dark brown hair—same damn color as mine—is tied into a bun on the top of her head, and it looks like it was done without even glancing into a mirror. Exactly the same with her face, no mirrors involved since she’s not wearing any makeup. Good thing too ’cause this chick doesn’t need it. And for fuck’s sake, her curvy body is making my cock drool.

  Her eyes lock on to mine, and everything else in this room fades away. There’s nothing but the two of us eye-fucking each other, making my body heat up with each breath. Our moment breaks when Brewer steps in behind the woman.

  She glances over her shoulder at him before taking another step inside the room. It’s then she notices the rest of the festivities—like the dead body on the ground, Hunt holding Myk by the throat, and, lastly, my cock waving proudly in the air trying to draw her attention and clearly succeeding.

  But I’m quickly dismissed. Her gaze flashes back to the whore on the floor, lying in a pool of her own blood. Is she calculating the extra cleaning time? A loud curse rips from Brewer as he becomes aware of the situation we’re in. Well, mainly the maid being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

  Her eyes are still locked on the body, but it’s not fear or shock radiating from her face. It’s recognition, a quick flash of grief, and then there’s full-blown anger. If I had to guess, this chick knows Xandra, and it makes me wonder what the connection is.

  “Hey,” I snap to draw her attention.

  Her eyes land on me and narrow. For a quick flash, they slide to my cut where it states I’m the president. Then our gazes collide again. More anger swirls in her icy-blue eyes. Fucking stunning, and if we were in any other situation, I would have her underneath me, taking my cock as hard and rough as I can give it to her. Shit. My cock. I glance down and annoyance hits me.

  “Brewer, make sure the cleaning lady doesn’t leave.” I don’t wait for a reply as I head for the bathroom connected to the office.

  Washing my cock quickly, I zip up and stroll back into the room. Brewer is barricading the door by standing in front of it with his arms crossed in front of his chest, pinning the tiny chick with a vicious glare.

  The chick, however, is still staring at the dead whore, but as soon as she notices I’m back in the room, her gaze lands on mine. The suitcase she was holding crashes to the floor, along with her backpack, and she takes a step toward me. The hand holding the duster points at Myk as if it was a gun she’d love to pull the trigger of.

  Somehow I was picturing her with a timid voice, but the words she spits at me are anything but timid. “She’s dead because she finally screwed over the wrong people, right?”

  I tilt my head and really look at her. Soft spray of freckles dusting her nose and cheeks, small scar on her jaw, her skin is sun-kissed as if she spends hours outside. The way her shoulders are rounded and her upper arms are shaped, there’s no denying this woman works out—or maybe she does hard labor, because her hips and thighs say otherwise.

  “Are you going to answer me?” This time there’s an added snap in her tone.

  The corner of my mouth twitches. This woman surely doesn’t know who she’s talki
ng to or she’s really confident. Fuck, maybe she’s aware and knows this will only end with her six feet under and has nothing to lose anyway.

  It’s for this reason I might as well tell her the truth. “The whore was stealing money while Myk here was standing watch, backing her up. Right, Myk?” I swing my gaze to Myk to assess his reaction.

  He gives me wide damn eyes as he shakes his head in denial.

  Hunt leans in closer. “No need to deny it, fucker. We have all the evidence we need on tape.”

  Myk’s eyes narrow and slide to the tiny woman who is still holding the duster. “It’s all her fault. Xandra didn’t have a choice. She had to come up with the money for her mother. I had nothing to do with it.”

  Nothing to do with it? Is this fucker for real? “Tell me you weren’t standing watch. Tell me you didn’t fucking know this whore stole from us. Tell me you didn’t betray your own fucking club by keeping your mouth shut. I can’t believe you chose a damn cunt over your own damn brothers.”

  “Yeah, stick with it asshole,” Brewer says as he shakes his head. “Keep your fucking mouth shut now too, doesn’t matter what you throw out anyway. You’re done.”

  Brewer hasn’t seen the evidence, but he backs us up. Club members always have each other’s back—that’s what makes Myk’s betrayal feel even more like a knife to the heart.

  Myk struggles against Hunt’s grip and seethes, “That fucking cunt didn’t even want to pay for her mother’s treatment. It was all on Xandra. She needed the money for her mother’s cancer treatment. She had a good fucking reason. That’s the cunt who needs to die right there. This is all on her. Kill her.”

  My eyes slide to where Myk is pointing at the cleaning chick, and I tilt my head, wondering how she’s involved in all of this. Her face is turning red, but I get the impression it’s not because of shame or fear, for that matter. Anger is written all over her face.