Mav (Raging Barons MC #16)

CHAPTER ONE

-:- MAV -:-

I’ve been standing on door duty at TJs for the last four hours. My patience is about gone with the idiots that keep walking through the door. I know it’s a Friday night and people want to let their hair down after a more than likely busy week, but come on people, stop acting like idiots.

A group of women walked past twenty minutes ago, and one tried to touch my junk. I mean, really! What sort of skank does that to the damn bouncer?

Four men pass by me as they walk inside, giving me a nod as they do. I nod in return, as they are regulars here on the weekend. They have never, to my knowledge, caused an issue. They are some of our better customers.

“MAV?”

Turning as I hear my name shouted I give Colton the look to stay on the door as I walk over to Allison, one of the bar staff and servers.

“What’s up?” I ask as I lean on the bar so I can hear her clearly over the music, talking, and laughter.

Leaning forward towards me, Allison is side-eying a guy sitting at the end of the bar. “I’m not sure, Mav, but I think he’s just put something in that group of women’s drinks. I wasn’t sure what I was seeing, but I thought it best to tell you than ignore it.”

“Leave it with me, but you see anything you are not sure of come tell one of us.”

“I will, Mav.” Allison moves along to serve while I stroll over to Colton.

“Got a live one at the end of the bar. Watch the fucker and if he goes to the restroom, we’ll follow him in. One of us watch the door, the other have a little talk with him.”

Now, Colton is a hothead, losing his temper fast. Both myself and Knuckles have been working on him, teaching him to channel his strength, mentally and physically. It will be interesting to see how he handles this shit.

“I’ll follow him in. You watch the door. You had all the fun last time, and the time before that it was Fist, and he wasn’t even on door duty,” Colton grins, and believe me, his eyes are twinkling at the thought.

Chuckling more to myself than toward Colton as I recall the Fist incident. The guy ended up with a missing tooth and five stitches, but he never said a word of how it happened when the Sheriff asked. Now Forest is Sheriff, he wouldn’t even ask, and if he did, he’d shrug and walk away.

Looking around, I wave to Ruger, Sting and Brag, who are here enjoying a beer. Giving me a frown, they all three stroll over to the door where both Colton and I are waiting.

“What’s up?” Brag asks.

“Can you man the door while we deal with an issue?” I reply.

Ruger rubs his hands together, grinning like a fool. “What’s goin’ on? Can we get involved?”

Now I never realized that Ruger was so bloodthirsty, but he’s gotten a manic look on his face that is telling me he wants to have a go at whatever is afoot. “Okay, you come with us, Ruger, and you two stay at the door.”

Wandering over to the bar, Ruger and Colton on either side of me. We take a stand and Allison hands us a beer. Colton and I won’t drink it, but Ruger takes a hearty mouthful, giving himself a frothy mustache in the process.

Looking at Ruger, I flick my eyes to the guy at the end of the bar and watch as Ruger studies him carefully. “Yeah, got it. He is eyeing up some of the women in that group on the left.”

“Allison thinks he has spiked their drinks, so keep your eyes open. When he goes to the restroom we follow,” I mumble, making sure to keep the volume of our conversation low.

“Oh, yippee, he needs a piss,” Colton says, rubbing his hands together and looking like it’s Christmas morning.

The three of us turn and watch him walk to the restroom, and we slowly follow behind him. Colton and Ruger push forward, getting in front of me. Why they are panicking, I don’t know because I have no intention of getting blood on my hands, today at least.

Smirking to myself when I hear what Ruger says to Colton. “You take a piss on one side, and I’ll take a piss on the other. Once there is only us three we show this fucker what happens when you come into our bar, or town trying shit like this.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m up for this,” Colton replies, and I take a stance at the door of the men’s restroom.

Two men come out of the restroom talking to each other, but with shit-eating grins on their faces. They both give me a nod as they pass me, which lets me know they don’t have a problem with what is about to go down.

I hear a cry, but ignore it. Turning a few away from the restroom while hearing banging, shouting, and is that crying? Oh dear, seems someone isn’t as brave as they thought they were. A tick in my cheek appears and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m pissed I’m not in on the action, or that I’m trying hard not to laugh out loud.

It only takes ten minutes before the restroom door opens and Ruger walks out with a beaten-up asshole behind him, who is propped up by Colton. Walking to the front door of the club, people look at us passing and Colton grins, “Too much beer, you know what it’s like. Fell over his own feet in the restroom and head-butted the wall.” I’m not sure anyone believes him, but they look like they don’t give a shit either. Suits me.

I don’t bother watching Colton and Ruger getting rid of the asshole as I lean over the bar counter to speak with Allison. “Any sign of the women having issues?”

Allison shakes her head. “Not that I’ve seen, and I’m keeping my eye on them. Two of the women left five minutes ago, and I heard Sting and Brag talking about getting them an Uber, so they get home safely.”

“Okay, that’s good. What about those that haven’t left yet?”

“Oh, I took them fresh drinks and tipped the other out. If they only drank a sip or two, they should be good. I’ll monitor them, Mav.” Allison moves down the bar to continue serving, and I saunter back to the door and bouncer duty.

Sting turns as I reach the doorway and gives me a grin, one that looks like he’s holding back more than amusement. “What?” I ask him.

“I let Axel know what was going on, and he said to get the prick to the compound. He wants to have a word with him.” Sting gives me another grin, but this time I understand it.

Turning, I look at Colton. “You stay here and watch the door. Brag, will you stay with Colton?”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Brag leans on the door frame and folds his arms across his chest, creates a frown on his brow, giving his best don’t fuck with me look.

Shaking my head at him when he winks at Colton right before screaming starts, and we all turn to look at the dance area of the bar. Two women are fighting and I mean really fighting, none of the hair-pulling shit as they are throwing punches.

Ruger has the guy outside, and I know he’ll keep ahold of him. “Wings and Chaos are outside, Mav. They’ll help Ruger.” Colton says as he steps up to my side just as a punch lands square on one of their noses. We hear the crack and the woman scream. She now has blood pouring down her face. “That had to hurt,” Colton states dryly.

“Grab one,” I say as I lunge for the one nearest to us. Picking her up as she’s kicking and screaming, and I throw her over my shoulder. “Shut the fuck up, now!” I snarl, and it had to sound harsh as she shocks me when she shuts up and lays over my shoulder quietly.

The other one that Colton has is hissing, spitting, shouting, and cursing up a storm. All the while, blood is dripping over her lips and off her chin. “You’ve got a live one,” I state blandly.

“I’ll give her live one, I’ll give her something that will shut her up for good if she doesn’t SHUT THE FUCK UP!” which I have to say he shouts the last right in her face.

Chaos and Wings walk over to us as we exit the club. “Take these two and sort it out. I’ve had enough shit for one night.” I snap, nearly throwing the woman off my shoulder and into Wings’ arms.

“Oh, hello handsome,” the silly bitch purrs at Wings and he gives me a shocked look, but I turn and head back inside. I’ve had enough bullshit, as I’d just said.

Back at the clubhouse it’s the early hours, and I’m sitting in the kitchen with a coffee and a plate with a microwave warmed pot pie. Meat makes sure we always have something we can heat when we come off shift. I have to admit, although he’s a crazy fucker at times he’s the best damn person we could have in charge of the kitchen.

Placing the plate in the dishwasher, I head to my room, where I’ll have a quick shower before getting into bed. I have been neglecting my training lately and need to get myself back into a routine. I’ll be having words with Knuckles to give me extra time, and maybe see about taking on a fight to see how much of my skill I may have lost!

The next morning, I don’t appear downstairs in the kitchen until everyone has eaten and gone about their day. Meat is preparing the kitchen for lunch, while the Three Stooges are cleaning up the twins, and talking between themselves.

I pour a mug of coffee and take it outside where I sit on the bench Meat has placed under the kitchen window. I know he’s placed it here so he can look at his gardening area and see the treehouse.

Speaking of the treehouse, he’s done some modifications on it, but nobody knows what he’s been doing to it, yet at least. Even Star has been badgering him to reveal what he’s done. I have seen a platform on a nearby tree and I’m guessing he’s going to be building an annex.

Hearing my name, I turn and see Axel, Drag and Buzz walking out of the kitchen. “What’s up, Pres?”

“Since you were the one who got this fucker caught, you should be in on what the fuck is going on.” Axel never pauses in his steps, but he has that mean look in his eye so I don’t argue with him. I reach into the open window of the kitchen and place my mug on the sill giving Meat a nod of thanks as I do. Last thing I need is him on my arse… oh goddammit, I thought arse!

Stepping into the shed, I put on shoe protectors from the box on the bench, shuck into coveralls and follow Axel into the main room, where the asshole from last night is tied with chains to a chair which is placed over the drain.

He is looking decidedly peaky, I think to myself. All the color has drained from his face with the fear of what we are about to do to him. I take position against one of the walls and fold my arms over my chest, rest my back against the wall, and cross one foot over the other.

Buzz steps toward the asshole, Axel at his side and Drag lets a punch fly, hitting square in his face. But, as the chair is fastened to the ground it doesn’t move, but the asshole's face flies back with blood spraying from the broken nose and split lip.

“Nice hit, Drag, very nice,” Buzz states with a drawl, nodding his head while smirking.

I watch as Drag and Buzz punch the guy in various places, even taking him from the chair and hanging him from the chains attached to the ceiling. They have a point scoring system going now, and Axel is leaning on the wall beside me, chuckling at the way they are playing with the idiot’s emotions.

“You think he’s ready to talk yet?” I ask Axel.

“He’s been ready from the start, but Drag super-glued his teeth together so he can’t say fuck all until they remove his teeth.”

I squint, giving the guy a closer look, and that’s when I realize why his cries have been so muffled. He can’t open his fucking mouth! Nope, I’m not stopping the chuckle that erupts and giving Drag a nod as he looks at me. He smirks before punching the fucker one more time in his kidneys.

“You got any questions before we stop playtime and get serious?” Axel asks, and I shake my head no, because I know they’ll get all the information that they can. Any kind of spiking drinks, drugs or anything else will be dragged out of him. “Okay, give Nell a heads-up that she’ll have incoming later today, and I have a job for you when I’m done here.”

“Okay, I’ll be around the clubhouse. I promised to help Meat move the smoker this morning so I’ll be easy to find.” Giving the asshole a friendly wave while having a sick grin on my face, I leave the room, discard the coverall and shoe covers before whistling as I head toward the clubhouse.