Killer (Satan’s Warriors MC, NorCal Chapter #6)

Prologue

Killer

Three months prior.

I pull up to the pharmacy, park at the side of the building, and get off my bike.

I take off my gear and place it on the bike, then roll my neck.

I’m tired; the tension in my shoulders and back is killing me.

I need to get to the clubhouse, take a hot shower, and sleep.

It’s been a while since I’ve been able to take care of myself.

I rub my face, and the scuff is now more like a beard. I like the beard, but I prefer faint scuffs.

Okay, I need to get some Tylenol, condoms, and toiletry items. I hate shopping. I usually order my stuff online, but I’ve been so damn busy on runs, and I forgot.

Then I see a girl run into the parking lot, looking around scared, wiping the blood from her split lip. Her eyes are swelling, and my heart stops a beat, and my chest constricts.

I hate seeing women abused.

I’ve seen plenty of that in the MC, with the older MC Brothers and their Old Lady. I hate it.

I should offer to help her.

I take a step when a black Range Rover pulls into the parking lot and stops next to her. She stops wide-eyed.

A young man gets out of the vehicle and runs to her, grabbing her arm.

“Karla,” the young man yells.

“Mario, let me run,” Karla yells, grabbing her arm, trying to pull away.

“Karla, you have to stop running. I promise not to let those bastards near you or to touch you. Dan needs to know that the bastard keeps going after you,” Mario says, looking at her.

They’re siblings?

The fucker needs to protect her.

“I don’t think that Dad cares,” Karla sniffles, shaking her head.

“Of fucking course, he does; you’re the fucking Castro Cartel Princess! You’re an asset to him,” Mario says.

Fuck!

This is fucking huge. The fucking Cartel’s brats are like royalty. I bet that he’s the heir to the Castro Cartel, and she’s the fucking Princess.

“Exactly why I need to disappear. I hate that I’m only an asset that Dad wants to use to his benefit, for an alliance! I don’t want to live this life! I hate Dad,” Karla says, shaking her arms.

“Karla, let me take you back home. You know that Dad will have his Soldiers looking for you. I don’t want them to have the opportunity to hurt you,” Mario says.

I grind my molars and fist my hands. I want to go over there and fuck up the brother for allowing the damn Soldier to do this to his sister.

What the fuck!

The sun is setting, and I can see her clearly. Something about this girl makes me want to protect her. She pushes a lock of dark hair from her face and looks around as if she’s planning to run.

If she runs, I’ll help her.

She’s a beauty, with a heart-shaped face and full lips. Her huge eyes are rapidly swelling and turning deep purple and blue. From this distance, I can’t see the eye color, but they look light, not brown. Her skin looks soft and smooth. It’s a light olive, sun-kissed shade.

My damn blood heads south, strongly responding to her. This is so damn odd; I don’t react this strongly just by looking. Yeah, when I was in my teens, for fuckincourse.

“Karla, don’t be stubborn. You know that you can’t get far. I promise to protect you from the fuckers,” Mario says. “Let’s get you home so the doctor can check your injuries.”

‘Okay, and promise to get Dad to keep a leash on his Soldiers. I hate living in fear of getting abused or rape,” Karla says, wiping the tears from her face.

“I promise,” Mario says, nodding.

Mario opens the passenger door, and she slides onto the seat. Mario walks around the Ranger, gets into the driver’s seat, and pulls out of the parking lot.

My gut twists.

I pray that those motherfuckers keep their hands off her.

It doesn’t make sense that her Dad doesn’t protect her.

I’m going to get IT to look into them. I need to get the intel and share it with Prez.

I walk into the store to get my shit.

I walk into the IT office and lean against the desk, crossing my arms.

“Killer, how can I help,” IT says, glancing at me.

My Brother, IT is the MC’s IT man. He’s fucking incredible hacker, gets into the dark web, and the government agencies.

“IT, I have two names I would like you to run. I think that they’re the fucking Cartel’s brats. Mario Castro and Karla Castro. I ran into them at the store parking lot and heard them talking. I need to know everything about Karla Castro,” I say, pressing my lips tight.

“Killer, I’ll get you the information ASAP,” IT says, typing on the keyboard.

“IT, let me know what you have in a dossier,” I say, looking at my Brother IT.

“Will do,” IT says, nodding.

I walk out of the IT room, down the hall, and into the main clubhouse, straight to the bar.

“Prospect, get me a bottle of whiskey and tequila,” I growl, sliding onto the wooden barstool.

I scrub my face, inhale, and exhale to control the fucking ache in my chest. It’s the fucking anniversary of my first kill. Everyone tells me that I’ll forget it, to embrace it. That it’s an experience, the rite of passage as a Satan’s Warrior Brother.

Fuck!

I grab the tequila bottle and take a couple of pulls, closing my eyes. The tequila flows down my throat, leaving a burn. I take another couple of pulls, placing the bottle on the bar countertop.

Thank fuck.

The tequila is taking the edge off.

I pull out my cigarettes from my Cut, grab one, and light it up. I inhale deeply and exhale, throwing back my head. I lower my eyelids as I look at the smoke rings. The smoke rings dissipate, just like the light of life drained from their eyes when I kill.

I can’t forget the look on son of bitch Boil’s face of surprise when he died.

The MC's older Brother that I killed, Boil. My Brother Fiend also killed the other Brother Torque. The motherfuckers thought that they could rape my sisters.

Fuckers.

That was years ago, but it was the worst day of my life. It still hits me hard every year.

I was prospecting with my brothers, Fiend and Shade, when hell reigned that night. The Wicked Warrior MC Prez killed the Satan Warriors MC Prez. My Dad Grizzly took off to kill the rival MC VP, Stoner.

It was life-changing for me and my Brothers. Some of the older Brothers went Nomad, and some were killed or went to the Pen in the chaos of that day. My Dad led them into hell.

That’s when two older Satan Warriors Brothers thought that they could rape my sisters when the chaos ensued.

It doesn’t help that the girl's face runs through my mind. Not knowing whether she’s okay drives me crazy. Was that her brother?

“Brother, what up,” Fiend says, sliding onto the stool next to me. “You've got to let it go.”

“Fucker! I don’t know how the hell you handle this fucking day,” I growl, grabbing the beer.

“I remember what the motherfuckers were trying to do, and that gives me the peace that I need. It was the only thing that we could do. Those fuckers were evil, mean son of bitches. We couldn’t allow them to live and be a constant threat to our sisters,” Fiend says, grabbing a cigarette.

Fiend lights up, inhales, and exhales. He flags the Prospect for a beer.

“Fuck! But that fucking moment of watching the life drain from his eyes keeps on playing in my mind. The motherfucker won’t leave,” I growl, taking a pull of tequila.

I need to get fucking drunk.

“You have to take control of that demon before it takes control of you. We don’t kill just to kill, we kill to protect the MC and our family,” Fiend says, looking at me.

“Right, you’re right,” I say, taking a pull of beer.

“Let’s go to the Fiery Strip Club,” Fiend says, taking a pull of beer.

“Yeah, that sounds great,” I say, nodding.

My cell beeps, and I look at the email. I open it, and I look at the Karla Castro dossier. She’s fucking incredible and desperate to get away from the clutches of the Cartel.

Karla appears to have earned an online course on how to write Code and test programming. It must have been the only thing she could do, because her Dad keeps a tight leash on her. Good for her.

The next day.

I walk through the secure area where the Chapel, the MC officers' offices, and the medical section are located. I enter the Chapel for Church, and I sink into a black leather seat.

“Brothers,” I say, lifting my chin at Prez and VP.

I roll my neck, closing my eyes, feeling the awful throb in my head. I took some Tylenol for the damn hangover.

The Brothers walk into the Chapel and take a seat. Demon and Diablo look at us, waiting for the last Brother.

“Brothers, Church is in session,” Demon says, slamming the gavel on the board.

“We have intel on the son of bitches,” Diablo growls, rubbing his beard.

“Brothers, the fucking Castro Cartel is in our territory. We’re not going to allow them to fucking infringe on our area and take the innocent girls and sell their fucking shit.

We have the location where the Cartel keeps the girls before trafficking them. The warehouse is in West Sacramento, near the river. We have to do the run and do recon. I want to confirm the intel before we strike because we’re going to take them down,” Demon says, tapping his fingers on the table.

“I’m sending the schedule,” Diablo says, looking around.

“Let’s get these fuckers out of our turf before they grow too big and powerful,” Demon growls.

“Additional intel, it appears that an MC is working with the Cartel, and we need to get more intel on this MC. We don’t have anything on them, but if they’re coming into our turf, they’re on our shit list.”

“Don’t forget that we’re going to start the Christmas Toy run. I’ll be sending you the schedule,” Diablo says.

“Church is adjourned! Satan’s Warriors power,” Demon yells, pumping his arm.

“Riding till we die,” the Brothers shout, pumping their fists.

“Prospect, get me a bottle of tequila and beer,” I growl.

The Prospect grabs them and places them on the bar. I take a few pulls of the tequila and close my eyes. The tequila burns as he flows down and takes off the edge. I pull out my cigarettes, light them, and take a drag.

The music is loud, vibrating off the floors, and the Brothers are having fun with the club whores.

I lean against the bar counter and watch my Brothers playing pool. I take a pull of my beer and look at the club whores trying to get my Brothers to fuck them. Manic laughs, pushes Dixie to her knees. She undoes his jeans and pulls him out.

Of fuckincourse, it gets me riled up since I’ve been too busy to get some.

I take a pull of beer and walk over to the corner where a few club whores are dancing.

I look at Bubbles, one of the club whores. She’s cute, long dark hair, tall, of fuckincourse, big tits, and nice ass is nice on the eyes. She’s not too clingy and smells good.

“Bubbles, come here,” I say, taking her hand.

“Killer, I’ve missed you,” Bubbles says, running her hand up my chest, smiling.

“I’m glad to hear that. Show me how much,” I say, looking at her through narrow eyelids.

I run my hand down her back and grab her ass, pulling her close.

Yeah, I need to tap this bitch to release some stress.

“Oh, love, I’m going to blow your mind,” Bubbles says, falling onto her knees.

Bubbles unzips my jeans and pulls out my aching flesh. She takes the tip into her hot mouth, sucking and licking. She bobs her head and looks at me.

I grunt as she takes me deeper, and my eyes roll back. I feel the tingle in my back, and my balls get tight. I’m going to blow, but I want to fuck her. I look at her, slide my hand to her face, and slowly pull out. I grab a condom from my jeans, tear it with my teeth, and roll it.

“Come here,” I growl, pulling her up.

I push her against the wall, turning her around. I don’t like to look at them because I don’t want them to get attached.

I pull up her short skirt, slide her panties down, and thrust inside her tight heat. I pump into her, grabbing onto her hips. Bubbles moans and shoves her ass back. I feel her inner walls tighten around my flesh, and I explode.