Reclaimed: A Devil's Riot MC Boxset

by E. C. Land

  “Talked to Ratchet this afternoon. Requested a meet with him. Due to the distance both clubs would have to travel. He asked me what was the purpose of the meet. When I mentioned Flames name, Ratchet became pissed and told me that no meet was required. According to him, Flame and his crew were disbanded due to their idiotic actions. I was also informed that if we get to Flame first, there will be no blowback on our club. The dumb twit evidently has not just us after him, but Ratchet’s club after him as well. Fucker fucked up big time. Didn’t tell me anything more before he hung up.” Twister gives us this information, but something doesn’t add up. Something is missing though I can feel it.

  “Prez no disrespect but something’s not adding up here. I’ve been looking into Flame and his club. I heard the rumors about Ratchet cutting them out, but why? There’s more to this. I know there is.” The tone in Gadget’s voice is harsh like it gets when he is trying to figure out something and can’t quite get it. “Any way we can hold off on anymore plans until I look into this more? My gut is telling me that were missing something big.”

  "Yeah we can reconvene in the afternoon.” Twister agrees as he stands up. “Let’s get out to the bar area, and fucking celebrate. Before the shitstorm hits us. I agree with Gadget something isn’t right."

  No sooner everyone gets up to the main room someone bangs on the door. What the fuck everyone knows the rules here. When were in church no one is to fuck with us. Thorn opens the door to find one of the newer prospects standing there holding his fist midair.

  "What the hell are you doing? You fuckin’ know not to bang on the damn door when we’re holding church." Thorn gets in the prospects face.

  "Sorry, but we have a problem you all may want to get out here fast." The prospect looks directly at me.

  What the fuckin’ hell is going on. I rush out of the room thinking I will beat the ever loving fuck out of whoever is fucking with my woman. What I see upon entering the bar area stops me dead in my tracks.

  16

  Kenny

  The guys have been in there for a little while when I notice a few women glaring at me. They’re dressed in outfits I’ve only ever seen in a strip club, so they must be the club girls. One of them in particular keeps staring at me like I took the last cookie out of the jar. The hatred just seems to roll right off her. What did I ever do to her? Hell, I don’t even know the woman.

  I decide that it’s best to ignore her completely and turn my attention to the prospect. His name is Badger. It’s not his road name but his actual name. Pretty cool if you ask me. I find unusual names are way better compared to the ordinary names that everyone seems to have. A name should have value to it. A meaning worth something that a child holds onto.

  My dad picked my name, and I love it. Said that he named me Kenny and he didn’t care that I wasn’t a boy. He named me after Kenny Rogers. I can still remember the way he would sing ’The Gambler’ to me every night before bed. The thought of my dad hits me deep in my chest. Whenever I think of him it always makes me sad. I love him more than anything, even now that he’s gone. I was his little girl. Then again, I always will be.

  Badger pulls me out of my thoughts, talking about how this dickhead came up to him completely smashed and naked, getting in his face wanting to know where he put his clothes. I can’t help but giggle at the sight that must have been. “Badger, are you joking? Did that really happen?”

  “No joke. That dick had his junk right near me. I couldn’t move back fast enough before it touched me. I don’t want some other dude’s meat rubbin’ all up over me. Fuck that!”

  During our banter the woman who’s been shooting daggers at me the entire time sits on the stool next to me. She places her hand on the bar as she faces me, her eyes lingering over my body. And not in the nice way. “Badger get me a shot of gin,” the chick orders.

  Who the hell does she think she is? Hasn’t she ever heard of please and thank you? One look at her and I know she’s one of those people that think their shit don’t stink. God, I hate women like this. She might be pretty if she actually put clothes on that left more to the imagination than what she’s wearing. Hell, what she’s wearing barely covers her chest or ass. I hope she doesn’t bend over near me. That would be bad since I really don’t want to see her nasty snatch.

  "You must be one of the new girls around here. I’m Jazz," she speaks up.

  "Kenny. Nice to meet you." I hold my hand out trying to be nice when what I really want to do is roll my eyes and continue to ignore the lot of them. This one especially. Something about her just rubs me the wrong way. What’s this bitch up to?

  Ignoring my hand, she gives me a once over. She must have decided on her next move. Giving me a sly smile, she says “I wouldn’t get to comfortable being in Horse’s bed if I were you. Horse likes to test out the new girls before the rest of the brothers take a turn at them. Once he’s gets his fill of you, he’ll release you to the rest of the club. So, don’t go thinking your something special around here. You might share his bed right now, but he’s mine sweetheart. Horse is one that loves his variety, can’t get enough of it. If he says you’re good in bed… who knows maybe I’ll share him with you one night. If you’ve never ate a pussy before you better get used to it. That’s the kinda thing most of these guys like to watch."

  Is this bitch for real? Did I just hear her right?

  I look over at Badger when I hear him start coughing in an attempt to keep from laughing at the shit Jazz just spewed out of her mouth. At the shake of his head he pulls out his phone. Lifting a brow my way when he looks back in my direction.

  I’m silently asking, What the fuck?

  Is it normal for these women to talk like this? Jazz here must think she’s in charge around here. She’s got another thing coming if she thinks I’ll let her talk to me the way she just did.

  Clapping my hands, I applaud her. "Wow! You really must think highly of yourself. Congratulations for being able to do that. Not many women can do that these days. Especially looking the way you do. But when it comes to Horse, you're gonna need to rethink where you stand in this club sweetheart…” I pause for a moment, watching her face shift into anger. “…considering I married that man today, and I’ll be becoming his ol’ lady tonight. So, sweetheart you might want to go back over to where your little friends are sitting nice and pretty, and wait for the men that want your used up snatch. I’m not one of the whores in here like the rest of you. So, you’re gonna want to back the fuck up off my ol’ man." I smile sweetly at her as I get up. I need to get some air. "Badger, if Horse gets out of church before I come back in let him know I’m outside. The stench in here is foul. How can you stand it? Smells like rotten eggs from the paper mill on the other side of town. You should really do something about it. Maybe get some Febreeze." I scrunch up my nose as I look at Badger. He’s doubled over laughing his ass off. I swear he almost hits his head on the bar top.

  "You stupid fucking bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are!?" Jazz screeches, grabbing my arm as she gets in my face. "Where do you get off talking to me like that?! I haven’t heard shit about you, and considering I had Horse’s dick in my mouth just this morning I would say you don’t mean shit to him. You’re nothing but a lying skank trying to pull one over on one of the brothers. I’ll make sure I tell Twister that when he comes back in here along with Horse. That way I can watch them kick your ass out of here."

  “Bitch, you better get your nasty ass breath out of my face right fuckin’ now before I wipe this floor with you.” Giving her a once over. “Considering the way you dress I can only imagine how disgusting this floor actually is. Horse may have used you before. I’m sure that’s what you’re here for but that was before he moved here. I know for a fact your filthy mouth wasn’t on his dick this morning since he had his dick buried inside me. At our house, you stupid cunt. Damn, and you’d better watch yourself considering who my brother is. My ol’ man won’t disrespect him or me by being going anywhere near that stretched out thing
you call a pussy. Now get the fuck away from me before I lay your ass out on the ground!”

  Jazz’s face turns a beet red as she goes to slap me. When I move back to keep her from touching me, she screams in my face before launching herself at me in an attempt to take me to the floor. She’s able to get in one good punch to my stomach. I’m not one for fighting but when it comes down to, it I’ll kick ass before having mine handed to me.

  Punching her in the face several times, I send her to the floor, landing on top of her with her trying to get ahold of my hair. “Seriously bitch? Fucking hair pulling?! That’s meant for little girls. You want to attack someone, then have the balls to do it right.” I move to stand up and kick her in the stomach, sending her into the fetal position. “Maybe now you’ll stay the fuck away from me, you dumb-ass bitch! I warned you. You didn’t want to listen."

  "What the fuck is going on in here?" Jerod’s voice gains my attention. Whipping around I see my brother, Scotty and everyone else standing there taking in what just transpired. Scotty and Jerod look downright pissed. I wonder how much they actually witnessed.

  “Twister, you should really monitor what girls you let in here. This one smells like rotten eggs. Seriously, you could do better.” I try to lighten the mood as anger rages through me. Most of the guys burst out laughing- including Stoney. Scotty and Jerod on the other hand don’t seem to see the humor in my sarcasm. Granted, I did get a small smirk out of my brother.

  Scotty’s the first to move towards me. “Want to tell me why you were beating the shit out of one of the club whores? I leave you sitting at the bar talking to Badger; next thing I know one of the other prospects is banging on the door telling us to get out here, something’s going on. Explain this shit.” He’s furious. I can tell from the way his nostrils keep flaring. I don’t understand why. I mean hell, I was just defending myself.

  "Well baby, you see this nasty bitch kept talking shit about how you were hers and that I need to get used to eating pussy because that’s what you like to watch. Kept telling me that you were testing me out for your brothers before you let me loose for them. I asked her to back off, but she didn’t. She punched me in the stomach when I defended myself, took me to the floor with her and yanked my hair like some baby bitch. And by the way this floor is so gross. You should really have someone sanitize it if your brothers are going to be keeping company with skanks like this one. I would suggest getting a professional in here at least twice a week. But anyways, I beat her ass for touching me. Hopefully, she learned her lesson about not listening." I tell Scotty everything sweetly before looking over at my brother. “I’m sorry for disrespecting your club, but you know I don’t put up with shit. Especially when it’s directed at me, Twister." I speak to my brother, showing him that I have nothing but respect when it comes to the club. I look back to Scotty, “I did try to walk away.”

  Twister shakes his head sighing "Yeah, Kenny I know how you are. I’m sure she started this shit. Dragon and Buzz take Jazz to the medical room. Make sure she’s good, then toss her ass out the gates. She’s no longer welcome in this club, or any other Devils Riot clubhouse." He turns to look at the other whores in the room “If you disrespect an ol' lady, you’re showing disrespect to the entire club. Kenny isn’t just Horse’s ol' lady, she’s my fucking sister. This is a warning to you all: show respect for any ol' lady that comes into this club or your ass is fucking out. Got me? No second chances." At their nods, he walks to the bar and downs a shot that Badger hands him.

  I look back over to Scotty and see he’s still furious. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to piss you off, but I really didn’t like the way she talked about you. Then she attacked me. Please forgive me.” I slide my arms around his waist, and look up at him, hoping that he will forgive me.

  "Damn, sweet girl. I’m not pissed with you. You didn’t do shit wrong here. Promise you that. I’m pissed that she put you in the position that you had to defend yourself. I’ll tell you now to give you peace of mind since I don’t want her poison fucking with your head later: the only thing that bitch ever did was suck my dick. And she did a shitty job at that. Now we need to get you some ice for this hand, and then I need to fuck you. Seeing you beat her ass has my dick throbbing for your pussy."

  Mhm I love the sound of that.

  I look up at him and give him a suggestive smile. “How about we forget the ice and head home? My hands are fine. Besides we can have a party of our own. You know, the kind of party where you and I are naked in bed with me riding that amazing dick of yours." I glide my hand over his stomach and stroke my hand along the top of his jeans, tracing the outline of the bulge I can’t wait to have inside me.

  "Sweet girl, we can do whatever the fuck you want," Scotty rasps before kissing me soundly and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist in the process. He continuously kisses me as he carries me out of the club to his bike. We finally break free of each other when he tosses me on the seat. I scoot forward so that I will be in front of him during the ride home. Damn, he’s never done this before. Once I adjust myself so that I’m not in the way of him controlling the bike, we take off and head home. This is a whole new experience. I’ve always ridden bitch with him, but I can see why he loves riding like he does. Being on the back of his bike is amazing, but being the one in front riding, seeing everything splayed out in front of you is a completely different feeling. I can’t think of a word to describe it.

  During the ride home Scotty teases me the entire time, keeping me on the verge of coming but never letting me get all the way there. Between him and the bike vibrating, Scotty has me so worked up.

  When we reach the house, I launch myself at him soon as we both dismount. Scraping my nails under his shirt, I rip it from his body. Between the two of us we leave a trail of clothes through the yard. By the time we make it to the porch my clothes are completely gone. Scotty pulls his dick out of his jeans before lifting me up against the side of the house, and entering me in one swift push.

  With this position and the pace that Scotty is going, he has me screaming out his name in seconds. A few more strokes and he stiffens before coming inside me. The intensity of that powerful orgasm has me feeling like a puddle of liquid.

  “Now my beautiful wife, it’s time for me to take you inside and continue this in our bed. I think I’ll fuck you ’til the sun comes up.” Instead of setting me down like I thought he would, he pushes the front door open with his leg. Once we’re inside he turns back long enough to re-lock the front door before heading to the bedroom, never putting me down once.

  Right before I pass out something pops in my head: I can’t be happier than I already am. I’m one hell of a lucky girl.

  Bliss.

  That’s what I feel right now. Pure undeniable bliss.

  And I can only hope we can keep our life in bliss the way it is.

  17

  Horse

  I feel fuckin’ great! Over the past month Kenny and I have spent as much time with each other as possible, getting to know each other again. We’ve gotten into a routine of me taking her to and from work. I like to be at the bar before closing time. I know she has her security team that is there for lock up, but I still like to make sure my woman is safe myself. Being with her is the best part of my day.

  The intel Gadget was able to find on Flame was sickening. No wonder Ratchet cut them out of the club. The fucker had attempted to rape his own Prez’s son, according to a report that was made when the boy was only ten. The mom walked in just in time to stop it. Flame’s been in the wind since. He’s one sick fuck that needs to be put down. That’s not even half the information Gadget’s been getting. Supposedly he found out more and asked us to call an emergency meet of church tomorrow. Something in my gut tells me it’s gonna be bad.

  We’ve all been feeling the tension at the club. It pisses me off that we still haven’t figured out who the rat is in Pops club. The son of a bitch is sneaky, that’s for sure. In my opinion the rat figured out something was up and
has decided to play it cool. Between Gadget and Nerd working together, they should hopefully be able to figure out who he is soon.

  The first shipment of firearms has been organized to come in in two days. With it being the first one since the relocation, Twister or I will be going on this run to make sure everything goes according to plan. If everything goes as it should a rotation will be set up for each shipment with Rage and Thorn taking lead.

  With everyone on edge Twister and I decided we’d all go party at Outlaw's, have a few drinks and relax. Well, at least try to relax. Only time I do that is when Kenny is in my arms. Touching her has a way of calming my nerves. Whenever I’m at the bar, I usually sit close enough to touch her when she’s not busy. Or I join her in the office while she does her paperwork.

  Speaking of my woman I watch her work behind the bar, mixing drinks and talking with her patrons. It brings a smile to my face. I love watching her work. Well, as long as she doesn’t get up on the bar top to dance with the others whenever its time, we’re good.

  When Kenny’s home and the bar is closed, I have her naked every chance I can get: in our bed, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, even in the fucking living room. I swear I don’t think that I’ll ever get enough of her. She’s fucking irresistible. I can’t wait for her to be knocked up. Damn, I can’t wait to feel our child growing in her.

  Watching her moving around behind the bar, swaying her hips to the music blaring reminds me of all the things I’d done to her this morning. Damn it was hot making her beg like she did. She lay across the bed, arms strapped to the headboard and legs spread wide so she couldn’t do anything but take whatever I gave her. Fuck if she hadn’t loved it. Just thinking about the way, she took my dick this morning after I finished playing with her body makes me want to walk over to that damn bar, throw her over my shoulder and take her in her office. I’d sink so far inside her, it would feel as if we were one.