Chapter Forty-Seven
Although the night started off rocky, several hours later, it was in full swing. Outlaw hadn’t come out of his office. Grant and Ryan took their turns with Nyx, both choosing to fuck her pussy instead of her mouth or ass.
Instead of rolling the dice and choosing a set number of motherfuckers to fuck, Nyx allowed a free-for-all.
Whoever wanted in her pussy could get into it.
After her fight with Zoann, Nyx cleaned herself up and announced nothing would stop her from sucking and fucking the night away.
Since she didn’t care about her injuries, they didn’t matter to anyone else either.
Once Zoann and Val left, there was a tone shift, so to get the evening back on track, Diesel presented Nyx with her cut earlier than expected. He and Narci fucked her on the bar, then gave out beers and toasted her .
It was just after ten and CJ still hadn’t indulged in any of the girls. The night was young. Before it ended, Diesel would make sure his little brother got into pussy. Maybe one of the girls who’d kept their clothes on and hadn’t fucked anyone else.
He’d worry about that later. Now, he’d have Nyx again.
She was on the pool table, her ass on the edge, her legs spread.
Her cunt was too sloppy for a bare fuck, so he slid on a condom and sank into her.
Despite repeated fucks and blow jobs, she was as enthusiastic as ever, rocking her hips to his motions, crying out in pleasure and fully participating.
Diesel had never met a girl who enjoyed fucking so many different men in one evening as Nyx did. Groaning, he closed his eyes and hammered her. An image of Kaia’s dead body floated in Diesel’s head and sent him into a frenzy.
Kaia left not long after Eliza’s body was removed. He’d mumbled something and hauled ass out the club.
Nyx sank her nails into Diesel’s ass cheeks, cried out and arched her back. She squeezed her nipples, her eyes rolling back in her head.
Diesel leaned forward and braced his hands on the pool table, licking the sweat from her neck. She gasped and shivered. Came again. Her rush of juices slickened her cunt. Expanded it.
Cum jetted into the condom, and Diesel collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.
After catching his breath, he withdrew from her and repaired his clothing. He turned away from her flushed body and glistening pussy.
“Next!” he yelled, snickering as he discarded the condom.
Chuckles rose around him. The place was still crowded.
Narci stood in front of the bar, his hands buried in Tauriel’s hair as she sucked his cock.
Bishop had Fia bent over a table, fucking her.
Two of the Bobs were on a table, scissoring.
Huck, Pike, Torrin, and Zephyr cheered them on.
Bobs and club ass entertained most of the bikers.
Catching CJ’s eye, Diesel crooked his finger at him. Just as CJ stood, the door burst open and Ransom barreled in.
Shine was closer and shoved a Bob away, planting himself in Ransom’s path and tucking his cock away.
“You can’t come in, Ran,” Shine said as Diesel and CJ reached him.
“I have to, Shine,” Ransom said, trying to scoot around.
Diesel narrowed his eyes. Something wasn’t right.
“Get the fuck out!” Shine ordered.
“Dad’s here,” Ransom said, breathing hard, “so fuck you.”
“It don’t matter—”
“What’s wrong?” CJ interrupted.
“Mom needs Dad, CJ—”
“Away from all this hot ass,” one of the bikers called.
Motherfuckers did not learn, although Diesel was one to talk.
“Shine, move!” Ransom ordered. “C., tell him to let me through.”
“Kids not allowed here,” Shine grouched.
Ransom glanced from CJ to Diesel. “Your phone isn’t on?”
For the first time, Diesel heard a tremble.
“We turned them off,” CJ responded. He bent his knees, eye-level with Ransom. “Tell me what’s the matter. Is it Mom?”
“What’s going on?” Nyx demanded, storming to Ransom and forcing CJ out of the way, despite the fact that she was naked and cum dripped down her thighs. She scowled at Ransom and pointed to the door. “Get out. You’re not invited here. Meggie promised she wouldn’t sabotage my initiation.”
“Fuck you,” Ransom snarled and shoved her.
Nyx balled her fist, but CJ stepped in front of Ransom, taking the blow meant for the boy .
Growling, Diesel grabbed Nyx’s arm and jerked her out of the way, pushing her aside. “Shut the fuck up all of you. This is getting out of fucking hand. Keep your fucking hands to yourself, Nyx.” He looked at Ransom. “What’s going on? Where’s Aunt Meggie?”
Ransom glared at Shine. “I need my dad, fuck face. I’m sure he’d prefer I get him so he could help Mom than have you send me away.”
“This is just a smokescreen,” Nyx insisted. “To ruin my party.”
Ignoring that cunt, Diesel turned on his phone. He noticed CJ, Grant, Ryan, and Aunt Meggie’s detail following suit. Phones began ringing, vibrating, and beeping.
CJ held his phone up. “Why’s the alarm to the natatorium going off?”
Ransom finally shoved past Shine. “It’s why I need Dad. Rule tried to kill Mom and Rebel.”
“What?”
A buzzing started in Diesel’s head. He might have gasped that. Or, maybe, it was CJ. Or someone else.
Ransom sniffled. “It’s bad, C.,” he said in a trembling voice, sounding like a scared little boy. “Reb’s unconscious and Mom…Mom… Mom’s bleeding and…” He let out a sob. “Rule beat her so bad.”
Stunned silence followed, broken only by Ransom’s tears. “He tried to kill them.” He hugged CJ. “Why’d he do that, C.? Why’d he hurt Mom and Reb?”
A pained expression crossed CJ’s face. He tightened his hold on Ransom, then kneeled in front of him. “They’re alive, right?”
Ransom nodded. “Mom fought him. I got the alert and I saw it in real time but I was in the forest gathering supplies. Even before Axel came looking for me, I was already on the way.”
“There’s no camera in there,” CJ said.
“We spy on Reb,” Ransom said, sniffling. “ She plays a lot of cool music.”
“Show me,” CJ said.
Ransom pulled his phone from his back pocket. The moment he opened the live feed, Rule’s voice blared through.
“I hope Rebel dies!” Rule screamed, rabid in his hatred, the words echoing in the room.
“Fuck,” Ryan said.
“Motherfucker,” CJ snarled.
The fast clip of boots resounded. A moment later, Mortician ran into view. “I got the alert and had to get dressed—” He stopped talking as he took in the scene. Aunt Meggie sobbing over Rebel, both of them wet. Axel leaning against his mother in tears. “Fuck. Where Prez?”
“What the fuck?” Val asked, Cash, Stretch, and Digger hot on his heels.
CJ pressed a button on Ransom’s phone, killing the feed. “Try to hold it together, Ransom. Understand? When you go to Dad’s office, talk to him as calmly as possible. We need to see to Mom and Rebel before we fucking kill Rule. If you upset him, he will go in with guns blazing.”
“He won’t risk Mom,” Ransom said, already calming down.
CJ’s stalling tactic served its purpose.
“I didn’t show you the video of the fight between Rule and Rebel or Rule and Mom,” Ransom said.
CJ gritted his teeth. “He fought both of them?”
Ransom nodded. “Rebel was beating his ass, then he pretended he wanted to make up. The minute she turned her back, he hit her in the head, knocked her out, and dragged her under the water. M-Mom came in two or three minutes later. She was fighting to save Rebel and trying to calm Rule down.”
“Reb was under water a while?” CJ said, his voice wavering.
“No. Mom dragged her out. That’s when Rule attacked Mom.” Ransom bowed his head. “Mom fought hard, but Rule’s taller than her and he…he…he stabbed her with an ice pick—”
“Get Dad,” CJ instructed, rising to his feet and heading toward the door.
Vaguely aware of Bishop, Grant, and Ryan rushing behind CJ, Diesel followed in their wake, shell-shocked. Any anger and resentment he might’ve felt toward Rebel over Kaia flew out of his brain.
In its place—vengeance.
10:10PM
Christopher reached for his cigarettes, to leave his office and go in search of CJ.
As it was, Megan had shown an amazing amount of grace, but Christopher knew better than to push it.
If he stayed past 10:15, he might find an even unhappier wife, especially since he’d forgotten his fucking phone.
Something he realized earlier when he wanted to call Megan and tell her about Eliza Bart.
Hopefully, her phone would help to either prove Nyx guilty or innocent. But the club had a fucking problem, and his name was motherfucking Bash.
Christopher needed to put the fucking pieces together. Stat. Molly was still missing. Judging from the blood they’d found in that coffin, she was probably dead. Tom Harris was also still a ghost in the fucking wind. Wally Bart, Jr., supposedly a Gnome, was probably a Scorpion .
Before they fucked up Nugget, he swore that wasn’t the case.
He’d claimed Megan was mistaken, which pissed Christopher off so fucking much, he’d shot the fuck out of him and sent a dead ass into the flames.
Megan knew the fucking difference between a fucking scorpion and a motherfucking gnome. Even if the two clubs had similar emblems—which they didn’t—she sure the fuck knew how to read.
American Scorpions. Top rocker. Utah . Bottom rocker.
Noxious Gnomes . Other top rocker. Washington . Other bottom rocker.
She was neither illiterate nor motherfucking blind. So what the fuck was their fucking game?
Bash would die, but Christopher wanted other names. Perhaps, he’d go to Johnnie and…fuck, could he trust that motherfucker?
Nope. Sure the fuck couldn’t.
His office door flew open, and Ransom rushed in.
Seeing the tears on his face. Christopher jumped to his feet, alarmed. He hadn’t seen his son cry in years.
“What the fuck’s wrong, boy?”
Ransom snatched Christopher’s phone from his jacket pocket and held it out to him.
“Y-you l-left your phone, Dad.”
He noticed missed alerts from the natatorium.
“Your wife’s a bad ass, man.”
Christopher frowned. “What the fuck that mean, son?”
“Never mind. I’ll show you the video from the secret cameras me, Ry, and Ax use to spy on Rebel so we can be sure she isn’t plotting our murders. Just come on. Rule tried to kill Reb and Mom, so—”
If fear hadn’t bloomed in his face and tears hadn’t continued slipping from Ransom’s eyes, Christopher would’ve thought his son was pranking him. Without waiting to hear more, Christopher took off running, vaguely aware of shoving motherfuckers aside.
Nyx jumped in front of him, blocking his exit. “This isn’t fair!” she cried.
“Move—”
“I knew Meggie would fuck up my party. Miserable cunt. Bitch !”
Christopher’s eyes narrowed. The bitch just didn’t fucking learn, did she? Even if it wasn’t a life and death situation, his patience with Nyx ran the fuck out. Now more than ever, he couldn’t ignore the insult to his woman.
He unholstered his.9mm, put it to Nyx’s head, and pulled the trigger.
“Dad!” Ransom cried, white as a fucking bleached sheet.
He held his boy against him. “Somebody get rid of this cunt,” he ordered, stepping over her body and lifting Ransom so he wouldn’t walk on her. “We gotta get to your ma and your sister,” he said once they were outside.
“O-okay.”
“Go. I’ll meet you there.”
Ransom took off running, probably trying to chase away the sight of a bitch dying.
Not wasting anymore time, Christopher ran after his son, though the darkness swallowed Ransom .
Halfway through the forest, Christopher saw the beams from a motorcycle headlight reflecting against the trees. Mort circled him, then halted alongside him.
“Hop on.”
Christopher didn’t argue. He couldn’t even appreciate the stealth of the Harley as Mort raced through the trees.
As they glided to a stop, the sound of sirens drew closer and closer. Mort didn’t waste time dismounting and Christopher rushed off the bitch seat.
“Hurry, Dad,” Ransom called. “Please!”
Tears in her eyes, Ophelia met him at the already-open gate. “Go to Meggie. I’ll guide the EMTs in.”
Ransom grabbed his hand and tugged him. “Rule might be escape and Mom’s tired. Please, please, hurry.”
Christopher ran behind Ransom, all the way to the back of the house, and crashed to a halt.
Ryder stood with a bow and arrow aimed at Rule’s chest. Axel covered his face against Megan, who had an arm around him, because he was sobbing.
Megan’s hair was wet. No, she was wet with a bruised, bloody face, swollen eyes, bloody lips and nose, and bloodied knuckles.
Tears streaked her face and her entire body shook.
And Reb?
His princess?
Megan cradled Rebel on her lap. She was pale gray, severely beaten, and still .
First Jo.
Then CJ.
Now Rebel.
It would be an easy fix if he’d almost lost his children because of enemies. But this ? His wife and daughter attacked by a fucking family member? A motherfucker Megan carried inside her and nurtured? A twin Rebel protected?
Signs of an epic battle littered the natatorium. Broken glass. A discarded ice pick. Upended tables. Drops of blood.
Fury rose inside him, and he snatched his.9mm from his side holster, aiming it at Rule’s head. Just as he pulled the trigger, Mort knocked his hand away so forcefully that the bullet hit the water.
“Get Rule out!” Mort ordered someone , struggling to wrestle the gun away from Christopher. “First Diesel, now you.”
Christopher wouldn’t question the words. He had an idea of their meaning. “Fuck you, Mortician. Rule tried to kill Megan and Rebel! He fuckin’ dead.”
Bishop, Potter, and Narci marched Rule by Christopher, surrounding him. Protecting that motherfucker.
Growling, Christopher lunged, punching the side of Narci’s head and grabbing Rule’s throat. Fear flared in the boy’s green eyes. Hands forced Christopher away while Bishop and Potter grabbed Rule and yanked him in the opposite direction, pulling Rule to safety.
Christopher struggled to free himself.
“That’s your kid, Outlaw,” Val said, one of the motherfuckers preventing him from ripping Rule’s head off.
“You have to see to Meggie,” Stretch said.
“And Rebel,” Cash added.
“Axel could use a little comfort too,” Digger said.
“I want that motherfucker dead,” Christopher snarled, unable to get away from the grip of Val, Digger, Cash, and Stretch.
“Now not the time, Prez,” Mort said frantically.
“This way,” Roxanne said, leading EMTs into the crowded natatorium.
Megan didn’t want to let go of Rebel or leave her.
However, she also needed an ambulance because of extremely high blood pressure, possibly broken ribs, and various other injuries, including a concussion, so she relented and ordered Christopher to accompany Rebel.
Later, he learned Kendall rode with Megan, while Zoann and Bailey saw to motherfucking Rule and got him away from Christopher.
But he wouldn’t always be hidden wherever .
That motherfucker was dead.