by Lake, Rae B.
Storm- A Wings of Diablo MC Novel #8
Rae B. Lake
Copyright © 2021 by Rae B. Lake
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Permission granted by E.C. Land for the use of her copyrighted characters from the Inferno’s Clutch MC Series.
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This book includes several graphic traumatic events that may be troubling/triggering for some readers. Discretion is advised.
Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Epilogue - Storm
Epilogue - Wire
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Acknowledgments
To my Tarzan- I heard you bragging about my books yesterday. We rarely talk about them together but to hear you gush about how proud and excited you were for me and for people to read my work filled my heart with love. As always without your support I wouldn’t be able to do any of this.
To my little animals- At some point in your lives you’re going to hurt, you’re going to feel like you can’t go on, you’re going to feel like you just want to run away and hide. In those moments I want you to fight harder. Always do the right thing even when it feels like everyone is against you. Momma is so proud of you both. I love you.
To my friends, family and readers- After Mack I thought I would give you a bit of a breather. This story is not as dark as some of my previous ones but I thought we needed to see the beginning of the healing that needs to take place.
Family. Brothers. Club.
My mantra, or at least at one time it was. Now it's just a memory of what used to be. I've grown used to the rocking of the boat, but it doesn't mean it silences the nightmares plaguing my mind every night.
"What the fuck are you doing out here by yourself?" Vale walks up behind me and throws an arm over my shoulder.
"Nothing, man, just thinking." I shrug him off, not liking the glazed look in his one good eye.
"Yeah, no shit, motherfucker. I can see that, but what the fuck are you thinking about when there is good pussy to be had?" He slurs slightly.
Good pussy? I nearly vomit right on the spot. "Nah, brother, that's all you. Get what you need from them."
"You’ve always been a fucking buzzkill." He turns and heads back toward the doorway. "Those fucks ain't thinking about you, and they never have. I'm your blood. Don't you ever fucking forget that shit." He disappears, and I try to focus on what he just said. Vale is my twin brother, and we may not have always seen eye to eye on shit, but we've always been together. Even in the fucking womb, we were together.
I sit back at the edge of the boat and watch as the waves crash against the side of the boat. It was the only way we could get off of that godforsaken island. Vado and his boys had people watching our every fucking move once he tossed us out of his clubhouse. We went to Puerto Rico for asylum only to be met with a beat down and a fucking price on both of our heads. Vado had somehow gotten in contact with Wire and discovered Vale had flipped. I could be upset that my patch mates went against me, but I was just as much of a traitor as Vale in their eyes. I abandoned my patch and ran with the man who had worked hard to get most of them killed, including a little girl.
I will never understand what the fuck was going through Vale's mind when he decided to do that shit. The only thing that made sense was he wanted to survive. It's the same goal I have now. I want to survive, but the longer I stay with my brother, the more I realize what we’re doing right now isn't surviving. I'm dying on the inside.
"Come on, baby. I want to taste you too." I hear someone behind me. When I turn, I see a nice-looking woman though her eyes are hooded. She looks like she might be drunk. Maybe this will take the edge off. Maybe I just need a release.
"Yeah? Didn't you get enough of my brother?"
She giggles and moves closer to me. "Oh, honey? What, you don't like to share?"
"I don't want no worn-out pussy." I growl at her, stand and stalk toward her. The anguish I just felt all bottled back up and stuffed down deep where I won't have to deal with it for a little while.
"Worn out? No baby, my snatch is tight. You gonna wear it out for me?" She purrs.
"Get the hell inside." I turn her around and push her not so nicely back into the main sleeping area.
The houseboat we’re on is meant for one to two people, but Vale is constantly bringing on whores to party with. We don't stay in port long enough for anyone to catch us, just long enough to get some booze and pussy. It's a fucking pigsty, but the women never say anything. They’re only interested in the drugs my brother always seems to have. Blue Bunny is the premiere sex drug, and Vale seems to have more than enough to go around.
"Oh, you got him to play." Vale cackles. "I should have known it would take some pussy to get him to loosen the fuck up."
"Fuck you," I growl.
I look away from my brother. I’m all for having a good time but watching your flesh and blood pound into a bitch is never something I've been interested in. "You wanted to taste me, right?" I focus on the girl in front of me. She sways slightly and rubs her hands over her breasts, barely covered by the small polka dot bikini she’s wearing.
"Mmm, fuck yes." She replies.
"Then why the fuck is my cock not in your mouth?" I look down at my pants, indicating something’s wrong with this picture. Something is wrong with this picture. The only reason I'm back here is to get off. If she isn't going to do that, then I can go back outside and think about my fucked-up life.
"Oh, you're a mean man." She falls to her knees, and her hands sloppily slap toward my belt buckle. "I like that. You gonna treat me like your bad little girl?" She giggles and yanks my dick out of my pants.
"Shut up, suck more." I think about anything that used to get me hard. Anyone. But nothing is even causing a stir.
"Yes, sir." She works her mouth over my soft cock until I get hard. It takes a while, and by the time I’m starting to get into it, her mouth is already getting loose and tired. That shit isn't going to do anything for me.
"Get the fuck on the bed." I kick my pants the rest of the way off and try to ignore the sounds of the woman screaming my brother’s name in the background. He growls and calls her every fucking name in the book, but she just agrees and tells him she’s his little dirty slut. I put my hand in the bag near the bed and pull out one of the last condoms we have.
"Get you some raw pussy. It's better." Vale says in a huff from behind me.
"It won't be better when one of these nasty ass women makes your dick fall off." I snap back at him and tear open the condom.
"Hey, fuck you. I'm not nasty. I'm a clean bitch." The woman Vale is plowing into curses me, but Vale instantly grabs her by the th
roat and yanks her head back hard enough even I know it hurts.
"Mind your fucking mouth. Don't you ever talk to my brother like that again, you skank."
She hisses in pain. "Ok, baby. Easy. That's too hard." She whimpers and tries to pull away.
I focus my attention back on the girl in front of me. She’s laying in front of me with her legs spread open. The deep tan line from her bikini clashes against the pasty-colored skin of her shaved cunt. There’s nothing about this woman I find attractive. It’s sad because a few months ago, as long as you were a woman, I’d have been rock hard.
"Turn the fuck around." I grab her leg and flip her over, so her ass is sticking up in the air. I spit on my palm and lube up my sheathed cock. I push into her and slide easily right in. If I were a lesser man, I’d think I had a little dick. I know I don't, so my initial thoughts were right. This pussy is worn out. "Close your legs." I keep her thighs closed to get more friction on my already softening dick. I pound into her with only one fucking thought in mind, and it had nothing to do with making her feel good. I just want to come. That’s all I am after. Those glorious thirty seconds of ecstasy.
"Oh god, yes! Yes. Fuck me hard, Storm." She cries. Part of me wants to tell her to shut up again, but then I know I’d hear my brother fucking the next chick if she did. I guess this is the lesser of two evils.
I don't even pretend I'm enjoying this anymore than I am. I piston into her, sweat beads at my brow as I race toward the finish line.
"Shit!" In a cloudburst, the nerves in my back and legs shoot electricity to my cock, and I come with a soft grunt.
"Oh, wow. That was everything." She tries to roll over, but I press a hand to her back, so she’s forced to stay still. I don't want to have any small talk with her or look at her drugged-out face. I just want the tail end of my thirty seconds.
*Egh, egh, egh*
I don't know what the fuck kind of sound Vale's woman is making, but it's seriously fucking up my high. When I open my eyes, they drift to my brother’s naked body leaning over the woman he was fucking. His hands are wrapped around her neck, and she isn't moving.
"What the fuck?" I scream and scramble off the bed. "What the fuck!"
"Ahhhh!" The woman I’d just fucked screams when she realizes her friend is lying there dead.
"Vale, what in the hell is wrong with you?" I quickly pull on my pants and rush over to the woman. I know she's dead. Her eyes are already bulging out of her skull, and her face is a deep purple. There’s nothing I can do for her. "What the hell did you do?" I look back up at my brother’s deformed face.
"She disrespected you." He shrugs his shoulders like it’s an adequate explanation.
"So the fuck what, bro!" I yell at him. "Why did that deserve a fucking death sentence?"
"Do I need to say it again? She fucking disrespected you." He growls at me, and the long fresh cut on his face glistens eerily in the light. We used to look exactly alike, but as a parting gift, the motorcycle club we ran from in Puerto Rico made sure no one would call him the pretty brother again.
I just couldn't wrap my head around the fact he could just kill like that. It should be normal by now, though. It's not the first time since we've been on the run Vale has killed someone for the slightest offense.
"This shit is wrong, brother. This is fucked up. What the hell are we going to do with her now?" I don't know what the fuck we’re going to do with a dead body on board.
"Just let me go. I promise I won't say anything. Just let me go." The remaining woman is now in the corner, her knees up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She rocks back and forth as she stares at the body of her lifeless friend.
"Shit, what the fuck are we going to do about her?" I run my hand through my long blond hair, trying to think of the next place we can drop her off. "I think there is a port not too far from-" A large metal object flies right by my face and lands with a thud right in the woman's head.
My mouth drops open at the fucking quickness of it. Vale's knife sticks out of the girl’s head, the very tip of it lodging into the wall panel behind her.
I turn my head to look at my brother.
"There, problem solved." He shrugs again and callously bends down to pick up his pants. He doesn't have a care in the world, and that’s what makes him so fucking scary.
We push the two girls off the boat, but not before taking all their cash and jewelry. We have been living off of what we could steal and the remaining gas in the boat for a while now.
It isn't any way for us to live, but it’s either stay on the run or go back to the Wings. I know what I want to do, but there’s no telling what they would do to Vale once we made it back there. No, there was. I know what they’d do, and he fucking deserves it. They would kill him.
"Here you go with that fucking depressing ass look on your face again, Storm. For fucks sake. What’s the problem now?" He asks as he smoothes oil on his face. The cut left him deformed, and the scar hasn't healed well at all. It’s angry and shiny looking. Every time his face gets dry, the skin on the fresh scar cracks and bleeds.
"What the fuck do you think the problem is, Vale? Look the fuck around!" I am getting sick and fucking tired of telling him. There has to be a better way. Maybe if he’d try and talk to Wire before we went back home, he’d be able to work out some sort of deal. There has to be a way for us to get back to some semblance of a normal life.
"This is what the fuck we have!" He yells right back at me. "What do you want, huh? You want to run back to those bitches? Back to Wire and Prez? You think they’re your real brothers, don’t you?"
I walk away already knowing where this shit is leading. "Motherfucker! Why is that your go-to for everything? You trying to make me feel like I put them over you? Maybe I fucking should, Vale. For fucks sake, you went and signed up to work as a hired gun for a fucking cartel coming for us. Those bastards could have killed me too. Wire and Prez were there at my back protecting me when you were off running around the world kissing ass for a living."
"You bitch!" Vale launches himself off the chair and straight toward me. He swings at me, but I block it and counter with a punch of my own. I connect with the side of his face, and he raises his leg to knee me in the gut. I lean over and pick him up by his waist before I slam him down on the deck of the small boat. We roll around for a few seconds throwing useless blows at each other until we both give up and just lay there trying to catch our breath.
"Give me a little more time." Vale breaths out from where he’s lying. "I just need a little more time to get some things in order, and then we’ll be set, and we won't have to run around anymore. You trust me, don't you?" He asks but doesn't look at me.
"Yeah, I trust you, Vale." I pick myself up from the floor and make my way back into the small bedroom to lay down. The demons of my past haunt me, but they were better company than my brother anyway.
* * *
We docked the houseboat on a small port somewhere off the coast of Louisiana. I was amazed the boat made it that far. We ran from Puerto Rico with Vado's henchmen on our tails and into Texas, where Wire had some of his allies hunt for us. They tracked us through to Florida, where we managed to lose them on the houseboat. The fucking thing was so old and decrepit I was sure it would sink in the middle of the fucking ocean.
Louisiana is enemy territory, as much as it hurts for me to say. I know while we are still on the run, we won't be safe here. Archer and his boys are set up in New Orleans. A small kernel of hope blooms in my chest at the thought maybe Vale will call him and try to work this out.
"What’s the plan?" I turn to my brother, who’s dressed head to toe in black, a thick hoody pulled up and over most of his face so no one will see his scar.
"The plan is to find somewhere to lay low for a few days until we can get back on the boat, and then we will move from there." He doesn't say anything else, just moves down the pier.
It takes us a bit of a walk, but the main road leads us into town.
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sp; "How about right there?" Vale points to a small bar with only a few people standing around.
"Vale, what the fuck? I don't want to get drunk. I want to get my shit together." I shake my head and turn to look for a hotel or something where we can check into for the night. Our funds are limited but getting a good night’s sleep is the most important thing to me right now.
"Storm, hold the fuck on." Vale grabs me and turns me back around. "Look, I'm not saying we stay here all fucking night but let's just unwind for a second."
"Fuck that. I don't want to unwind." I bark at him.
"Fine fuck it. Let's do what you want to do. I'm the one that everyone wants to fucking kill. I'm the one running for my fucking life, yet you can't spend a few seconds in a bar to relax. I get it. Fine, let's go."
I roll my eyes up to the sky. What could it hurt? The bar is right there, and if we don't go in, he won't fucking shut up about it for the rest of the night. I wouldn't be getting sleep either way.
"Ten fucking minutes. You understand me?"
He smiles brightly, and I cringe away as only one side of his face goes up. The nerves in the other side of his face don't work correctly.
I walk by him and toward the bar. A large woman who I suspect used to be a male stops us at the door.
"Sorry, sugar, I'm going to need to see some ID." Her deep voice wraps around the word sugar.
I dip my hand into my pocket and pull out my wallet to show her my ID, and she lets me in. Vale does the same, but she asks for him to take his hood off. She gasps dramatically when she sees the scar on his face.
