Neither Black Nor White (Iron Dogz MC, #6)

by René Van Dalen

  “You can shoot me up with Viagra or whatever, I’ll get hard and you can force an ejaculation but it’ll all be for nothing. You won’t find a single sperm in my ejaculate.”

  “Why? Why would you do this?” The man was genuinely confused.

  “Why do you think? For this exact reason. I’m not having a child of mine live through what my sister and I had to. It stops with us.”

  Dominick watched him closely and saw the moment confusion turned into anger.

  “If I’m going to die anyway I might as well have some fun before I go.” He bit out between clenched teeth as he turned back to the table and came back with a full syringe clutched in his hand. “One little jab and you’ll be hard as hell and begging for me to get you off.”

  He waved the syringe in the air and gave an evil smile. “I laced this with a little bit of something and have tested it on a few subjects. It works perfectly. You won’t give a damn about what is being done to you as long as you get off. And you will get off as I fuck your pristine ass. I can only imagine how tight it’s going to be.”

  A dark cold voice spoke from the shadows and the little fuck froze.

  “The only place that syringe is going is in your ass, motherfucker.”

  Jerking around he tried to find where the voice had come from but couldn’t. “Who’s that? Come out and show yourself. Winifred is not going to be pleased that you’re stopping me from doing my job.” He tried to bluff, it wasn’t going to work and he knew it and started to plunge the syringe towards Dominick’s leg.

  Before it got close the bastard jerked in shock, his eyes and mouth wide open and the syringe fell harmlessly from his hand as a perfect round hole appeared on his forehead. The back of his head wasn’t that lucky and sprayed out all over the table behind him as he crumpled to the floor.

  The room filled with the men who had come to get him out. His eyes met those of Gideon and he growled in relief.

  “Get me off this fucking table and something to wear. I haven’t been able to move for hours and I’m sure by now my bloody hands and feet are blue from loss of circulation.”

  “I got you, Boss.” Gideon and one of the men immediately started undoing the straps while the others dragged the dead man away into the dark passage that led down to the cells.

  It was a relief to be able to sit up but the pain of blood returning to his extremities wasn’t great at all. But he handled it.

  “Any word from Noelle? How did the handoff go? Winifred said she was injured.” He asked and reared back when Bruno stuck his angry face into his.

  “She’s in hospital. Stab wounds and several blows to the face. This plan the two of you cooked up was fucked up.” He snarled.

  “I’m aware. This is bigger than either of us, Bruno. There are things at work that you know nothing about. It’s no longer about young girls being sold into sexual slavery, it’s worse, so much worse.”

  Bruno snorted. “Why didn’t you take what you’ve found to the authorities instead of taking this on by yourselves?”

  “We needed Winifred and Donald to cross a line and they did. Donald put his hands on Noelle and Winifred drugged me and brought me down here. Unknown to either of them every single action and word in the warehouse and down here has been recorded for the authorities.” Dominick grimaced as he stood and pulled a pair of jeans on. “I’m sorry Noelle got hurt but we both knew there was a good chance we wouldn’t be walking away from this. We were prepared to pay the price.”

  Pulling a tee over his head he sat back down and pulled on socks and boots then stood and stomped his feet to settle the tingles he could still feel in his feet.

  “We need to get out of here, fast. By now she knows you’re here and her men will be swarming us any second now.”

  Bruno grinned. “No, they won’t. She has no idea what’s going on down here. That pretty little worm opened a door and Star sneaked right in. As far as they are aware the asshole is waiting for them to arrive before starting his evil work.”

  Holding his hand up Bruno tapped the bud in his ear and listened intently. He twirled a hand in the air and the men with him melted back into the shadows.

  “They’re on their way down, happy as a bunch of dung beetles in a pile of shit. We’ll take them when they step into the room. You sit on the table and the minute they step through that door I want you to roll off the table and stay on the floor until it’s over. You get me?”

  Dominick nodded because he knew Bruno and his men were his best chance of taking Winifred and Murchison alive. Bruno disappeared the same way as his men had and he sat on the table and waited.

  He didn’t have to wait long. Donald Murchison came strutting into the room with two men behind him. His top two enforcers by the look of them. Winifred wasn’t with him. Fuck.

  “What the hell?” He growled when he saw Dominick on the table and blood and other stuff splattered all over the equipment on the other table.

  “I don’t like being tied down naked like some heathen sacrifice.” He kept his eyes on the men behind Murchison and when their guns came up he rolled as Bruno had told him to do. He narrowly missed the puddle of blood and crap on the floor as he rolled to keep the table between him and the men at the door.

  It was over before he could take two deep breaths. The two men were down and Murchison was restrained on the floor. Slowly pushing up from the floor he walked over and kicked the bastard in the ribs.

  “Welcome to hell, motherfucker.” He bit out before he turned away and searched out Bruno.

  “If we wait for Winifred to come down here we’re going to get into a fire fight and this place is not ideal. We’re going to have to leave her for now.” Bruno explained. “I’m sorry, Dom.”

  He shook his head because he knew they were running out of time. Fast.

  “It’s okay. I’ll get her, don’t you worry about that. Let’s get out of here with our prisoner before they try to take him back.”

  Bruno nodded in agreement.

  “My team took out all the men we found down here. She’s going to have to bring in replacements and while she’s still unaware of what happened we’re getting the hell out.”

  The trip back through the sewers and water tunnels seemed to take hours but it wasn’t that long at all. He felt weak and if not for Gideon following him he would have stumbled and fallen dozens of times. He still had residuals of the drugs they had knocked him out with in his bloodstream making him less than agile.

  Relief unlike he had ever felt before washed over him when they finally emerged in the early morning air. He dragged the fresh smelling air into his lungs as he was led to the waiting SUV’s. He didn’t know where they were going and he honestly didn’t care. Now that it was over the adrenalin he had been operating under fell away and all he felt was bone tired.

  A new day was dawning as they drove through the gates of the girls’ compound and into the garage. He noticed that one of the SUV’s were no longer with them and wondered where it had gone. He was about to ask when the doors closed behind them and suddenly the vehicles were surrounded by leather wearing badasses.

  And front and centre was Hawk Walker.

  Fuck. Not good at all.

  Closing his eyes for a few seconds he gathered the last of his strength and opened the door and got out. He swayed slightly and blinked several times before he could clearly focus on the enraged president of the Iron Dogz MC.

  “I thought we had an agreement. What the fuck was this?” He snarled.

  But Dominick was just too tired and dirty to start arguing with him because he knew it would take forever before it would be done.

  “I’m filthy, tired and haven’t had anything to drink for what I think might be two days. Let me get clean and I’ll answer all your questions.”

  Cuba pushed through the men and grabbed his arm. “We’ve got the guest suite ready for you. Ignore these badasses and let’s get you clean, because let me tell you, not even the hotness that is you can overcome the stench.”


  He couldn’t help the grin but it disappeared quickly. “How is she?”

  A small smile was more than enough of an answer but she didn’t stop there. “She’s battered and full of holes but she’s got a good doctor and Kid is with her, so all good for now.”

  “So the bastard stepped up did he? Good to know.”

  She just raised an eyebrow but it was enough. Behind her Hawk Walker glared at him but he ignored him. There would be enough time for him to lose his shit later.

  “Everyone from the sewers, boots off before you come inside.” Cuba ordered and promptly helped him out of his.

  Ignoring the pissed off bikers he allowed Cuba to take him upstairs and into the guest suite where he washed the stink of the dungeon and the sewers off him. He had a towel wrapped around his midriff when he walked out. Laid out on the bed were clean clothes.

  He knew he had Gideon to thank for that.

  The man had had his back for years and was his best friend.

  CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

  Noelle/Face

  Sunday

  I hated hospitals. Not only was there someone constantly poking and prodding at you, you had no privacy. None whatsoever. And because of it Kid and I hadn’t had a very necessary conversation yet. And it was driving me crazy.

  The head of my bed was raised and I had a bunch of pillows stacked behind my back and head trying to get comfortable. I tried to concentrate on the book on my reader. In vain. I was too bloody angry.

  I was on day three of my hospital stay and I was done being ordered about by some flighty nurse. And if she gave Kid one more ‘come over here and fuck me’ look I was going to get up out of this bed and cut her throat. With a blunt spoon.

  The bitch was once again in my room, for no other reason than to bend over suggestively, her tits trying to boil out of the open top two buttons of her uniform, as she pulled and tucked at my bedding. Kid was spread out in his chair his eyes on his phone not even aware of the bitch.

  “Leave my bloody bed alone and get out.” I growled at her.

  With a put upon huff she squeaked her orthopaedic nurse’s shoes out of my room. I watched the exaggerated sway of her hips as she left and shook my head. Enough. I wanted to go home.

  “I want to go home.” I growled without looking at Kid.

  “Only when the doc says you’re well enough, baby. You’re not moving out of this bed until he says I can take you home.” The damned alpha male at my side tried, and failed, to soothe my ruffled feathers.

  “Then he’d better say I can go tomorrow because if he doesn’t I’m walking out of here without his permission. I have Stef at home who will look after me better than that tits and ass nurse can. All she’s interested in is your cock, not my health.” I griped.

  He gave me a quick grin before he became all soothing and shit.

  “Baby, be reasonable. You aren’t well enough to leave yet. A few more days and we can go home, I promise.” He tried to calm me down but I wasn’t interested.

  “No. Tomorrow. I want to go home tomorrow.” I snarled at him.

  “That’s good because I think you’re ready to go home.” A voice filled with laughter said.

  The doctor who had operated on me walked into my room with the ward sister following on his heels.

  “Good morning. I’m glad to find you in such high spirits, Mrs Knight.” He teased. “Let’s have a look at you and if I like what I see I’ll make a note on your chart that you’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

  “Thank heavens and please stop with the Mrs Knight shit, my name is Noelle.” I said grumpily. “I can’t lie here one more day.”

  They all gave me big grins. “One more night, Noelle, and then you can go home.”

  Kid took my hand in his and held it as the doctor inspected my wounds and nodded. “It’s looking good, no indications of infection, and your kidney function has been normal for the last two days. I’m pleased with the rate of your recovery. You can go home tomorrow but you need to take it easy and rest to give your body time to recover. I want to see you at my rooms in a week’s time for a check-up. If you take care and continue on this path you will be back on your feet before you know it.”

  He spoke to Kid while the nurse redid the bandages on my abdomen. I no longer had bandages on my face, just strapping over my nose and cheek. My face was still swollen and was bruised in a shocking array of colours from yellow to a deep dark navy purple.

  I looked a fright but it looked worse than what it was. Because of my supposedly fragile state Kid had refused to let anyone discuss ‘business’ as he called it. All he told me was that it was being handled and to rest.

  Rest! I was so over all this bloody resting. I couldn’t wait to get home back to some form of normalcy because this side of Kid freaked me the hell out. Not that he was doing anything wrong, it’s just that he was all soft and shit and that was so not the man I got to know in Joburg. And I might sound crazy but I wanted the real Kid back.

  The doctor left and I lay there bored and stewing. When I was bored I inevitably started stewing, and when I stewed I said and did stupid stuff. And that was why I kept myself busy. No time for boredom to set in.

  Now I had nothing to do but stew.

  “Why are you here with me?” Yes, that’s what came out of my mouth. Blunt and rude.

  Slowly so very slowly he raised his head and slipped his phone into his pocket, then he drew his chair closer. His eyes pinned me to the bed and he didn’t look happy. Not happy at all.

  “Jesus, Noe. I told you but I see it didn’t sink in, so I’ll tell you again and I’ll keep on telling you until you get it. I was a dick, made a big fucking mistake but I’m here to fix my shit. Why wouldn’t I be sitting by the bedside of my woman when she’s been hurt? And she was hurt because I wasn’t there to take her back and keep her safe because I had my head firmly up my ass. But I can assure you, baby, I’m no longer denying what’s happening between us. I’m grabbing on with both hands and I’m not letting go. You’re mine and I’m yours.” His hands were clasped around mine as he finished.

  Looking into his eyes I saw they were filled with sincerity and a softness he hadn’t revealed to me before.

  “You pissed me off and hurt me.” I finally admitted to him and to myself.

  “I know and I’m sorry, baby. I’ve regretted what I did the minute I turned my back on you but I couldn’t make myself take it back. All my life the club had come first because when shit got real they were there for me. Recently I’ve realised I can have the club and I can have you, it’s not a case of choosing between the two. I can have both and be fucking happy for a change.”

  It was time to be completely truthful.

  “I’m never going to be a soft and biddable old lady like the other women at your club. And I’m not the type to stay home and stay out of your business. I’m always going to be working with Dom and Bruno and be a part of the team taking on the underworld. Will you be able to handle your old lady being in dangerous situations without you at her back? Because it’s going to happen, Kid, I can virtually guarantee it.” Once I got it out I waited for his reaction, good or bad, I had to know how he felt about what I did for a living.

  He did something I never expected. Letting go of my hands he bent down, undid his laces and pulled off his boots then he stood and gently shifted me to the side and got onto the bed with me. Drawing me into his arms he settled us on the cushions so we could look each other right in the eyes.

  “There is nowhere else I want to be but by your side, Noe. I don’t want a soft woman that I would have to worry about every second of the day. I want you, a woman who can look after herself. A woman who will be able to protect herself and our children should it become necessary.”

  Leaning forward he rested his lips on mine for a second or two before his tongue swiped out and I opened for him. We sank into each other, kissing soft and slow and he was so very careful not to hurt me. The kiss was amazing in its tenderness, something we had ne
ver had before.

  When it ended he stayed close and pressed soft kisses on my swollen and battered face.

  “What are we going to do about you living in Joburg and me living here? Can we even do this long distance thing?” I voiced one of my worries about going into a relationship with him.

  His eyes widened as if he just remembered something.

  “Fuck. I forgot that you don’t know, and I haven’t been wearing my kutte. Noe, I transferred to the Cape Town chapter as their new Vice President. There’s going to be no long distance shit. I’m here to stay.”

  My mouth fell open. “You what? You transferred? Why?”

  He drew in a breath. “When I was down here the last time Orca, my new president, approached me with an offer. I wasn’t sure if I wanted the job but then I met my real family, and I got to know you, and between you, my family and the job I was persuaded to give it a shot.”

  He grinned and winked and I knew he was pulling my leg. Before I could say anything he continued to explain.

  “To be honest, I didn’t think I could do the job but Hawk and Ice persuaded me that I could. And then there was the possibility of getting to see you again and fix what I had broken. I had no one holding me to the Joburg chapter but I had you pulling me here.” He sighed. “I’ve walked into a chapter with problems that I have to sort out and a membership that’s less than ideal but I’m determined to fix it. Two of my brothers from Joburg transferred in with me and I trust them to watch my back. And if you agree to take my patch I’ll have a kickass old lady standing beside me who’ll have my back as well.”

  His news was damned exciting and I knew if he let me I would be able to help him build a strong chapter. A chapter that would be allied to my crew.

  “Congratulations on the promotion and I have no doubt that you’re going to do an amazing job because you love your club and you’re a natural leader. I’m very happy for you. I have just one question. If I take your patch what happens when my job and yours cross paths?”

  It was a legitimate question that needed an answer.