The Savage Outlaw (Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West #4)

Chapter 12

Chapter Twelve

Getting Pissy

P riest pulled back from Bee’s soaked, warm cunt and looked down at his throbbing cock. Thick veins pulsing. Glistening with the sweet smell of a woman’s cum coating him everywhere.

“I’ve got shit going on right now,” he said, smacking Bee’s firm ass. “Get the fuck out of my room. You came.”

“I can finish you really quick,” Bee said. “I have no gag reflex.”

“Get the fuck out,” Priest growled.

He turned and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut. He stepped into the shower, turned the water on to hot, and shut his eyes. As he stood there, he felt his heart slamming inside his chest. His cock was too hard to calm down.

Priest growled, grabbed himself and stroked. He traded the current memory of Bee’s body and cunt for something else. As soon as his mind flashed an image of Eden, he groaned. He couldn’t help himself. And why the fuck not, right? Thinking about her in her nursing scrubs, touching his huge cock, taking good care of him. Stroking him. Sucking him. Gagging on his cock. Climbing up onto the hospital bed to give him some extra special treatment.

Priest hated jerking off and rarely did it. With the amount of cunt that existed in the outlaw world, stroking your own cock seemed stupid. But here he was, making a fist and punching the shower wall with his right hand pumping hard and fast. He hissed as his cum spilled down toward the drain, mixing with the water, circling and disappearing.

Priest was now pissed off. It felt like a waste of cum. He washed himself and got out of the shower. He looked down at his cock, curling his lip.

How far does this protection gig go?

Cyrus posed the question in passing, but he meant something by it. Drix and Dolph could not follow Eden for the rest of her life. A day or two was one thing. That was fine. The reality of the situation was that SOFRAW needed bodies near and in the clubhouse.

Priest felt a faint pulse in the back of his head. He quickly took some meds in the hopes of getting to the pain before the pain got to him. It was time for prayer.

Then he’d deal with this nurse situation.

It felt good to be back at the table. The guys all stood and applauded for Priest as he took his seat. The table was visibly getting thinner. Priest looked at Fitz’s empty chair and he felt his anger bubbling. Along with that came the pain in his head.

“Late night for me last night,” Darrow said. “Mara couldn’t get comfortable. Surviving pregnancy is going to be a hell of a ride.”

Priest had been taking in information as the guys had all been talking. He felt as though he had been in a coma for a decade.

“You fucked the rat’s wife and got her pregnant,” Priest blurted out loud.

The entire table went quiet as Darrow looked at Priest.

“That a problem for you?” Darrow asked.

“I’m in a hospital bed seconds from death and you’re fucking someone’s wife,” Priest said. “Let me guess, she was helpful, right? She played a part in finding the rat?”

“What’s done it done, Priest,” Darrow said. “You’re here. I’m here. And the rat is where he belongs.”

“Priest, when we took the Dr. Smile vote—”

“Don’t say it, Slade,” Darrow said. “Fuck him.”

“Fuck me?” Priest asked. He stood up. “I’ll come over there and fuck you.”

“You’re into that now?” Darrow asked. “You want to come fuck me?”

“You two can fuck each other later,” Cyrus said, finally stepping in. “Are we done here?”

Darrow showed his hands and sat back in his chair.

“Everyone voted for this?” Priest asked.

“We gave all our Dr. Smile votes to Darrow,” Linc said. “And he made the final call. In your honor.”

“No need to explain things out more than it should,” Slade added, “but Mara fled from Fitz. He wanted to hurt her. Kill her. She went to Darrow for protection. We made sure things were solid before offering our protection too.”

“And now she’s carrying this club’s bloodline forward,” Cyrus asked. “Any issues with that get resolved right now.”

“I’ll keep all that in mind,” Priest said.

“You go near Mara and I’ll fucking finish what Fitz started,” Darrow said.

Priest tried to dive over the table. It took Custer, Monte, and Deed to hold Priest back. Linc and Slade put Darrow against a wall, Linc with his forearm to Darrow’s throat.

“There’s a fucking rat tied up, dying, waiting for us,” Cyrus called out. “Our fucking table is thinned out more than any table should be. We’re supposed to be the goddamn backbone for the other charters. All of the others— SOFRAE, SOFRAN, and SOFRAS —have sent concerns about what’s happening here. So let’s take a fucking vote on what happens next here. Do we handle business or move this table and let Priest and Darrow fight?”

“ Prez ,” Slade said.

“Fuck off, Slade,” Cyrus roared. “I want a vote. I want this put to rest. Priest, what happened to you was fucked up. Losing you would have been like losing the goddamn heart and soul of this table and this charter. This table did everything they needed to do in your name. Your honor. For your survival. If I thought for a second Mara was an issue, she’d be chained up next to the rat. She’s not a rat. Never was. Never even close to it. She’s got more outlaw in her than half the guys that hang around here.”

Cyrus lifted his gavel. He waited for the vote.

Priest swallowed down his anger and sat down. “I vote we talk and move forward.”

“Darrow?” Cyrus asked.

“For the club,” he said. “We move forward.”

Everyone else agreed. Cyrus hit the gavel off the table and everyone went back to their seats.

Custer shuffled to the back of the room and dug around for a few seconds before returning to table with a dusty mason jar.

“What the hell is that?” Deed asked.

“Some old moonshine,” Custer said. “We all could use a drink.”

“Keep that ancient shit away from me,” Linc said. “That stuff will kill someone.”

Custer twisted off the cap and with one sniff, he almost lost his balance.

“Nobody drink that,” Cyrus ordered. “Except Custer. His liver is trained for that shit. Now back on topic here. I got a call from Chief Dick. Here we thought things were going to calm down. Nope.”

“They can’t keep investigating for Fitz,” Linc said.

“No,” Darrow said. “They have everything ready to close up and move on. I’ve seen the paperwork. Everything we did worked perfectly. They’re assuming an animal attack.”

“They found a body,” Cyrus said. “One of the dancers out from Stevey GoGo’s place. Candy …?”

“ Candy Velvet ,” Priest said. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Of course you’d know her,” Monte said.

“Priest, I have to ask just to know,” Cyrus said. “I have no idea what you’re going through right now. But…”

“You think I killed her?” Priest asked.

Cyrus shrugged. “She was roughed up too. Badly. I don’t know how to say this, but, her tits were cut off.”

“Oh, fuck,” Linc said.

“Did they find the tits?” Priest asked.

“Why the fuck would you ask that?” Cyrus growled. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I don’t know,” Priest said. “Poor girl. She was cute. She was fun. She had her tongue pierced and when she’d suck my cock, her piercing would hit mine and make noise.”

“How romantic,” Monte said.

“She was found tied up, gagged, tits cut right from her chest,” Cyrus said. “And a bullet to the back of her head. Chief Dick thinks whoever did this did everything to her before shooting her.”

“Tortured,” Darrow said. “Give me the location and I’ll see what I can find.”

“I just wanted to make sure someone here didn’t get a little too crazy,” Cyrus said. He slowly turned his head and looked right at Priest.

“I get it,” Priest said. “That kind of thing might seem like something I’d do.”

“Didn’t you have the idea of starting a business to collect breasts from women who die so you could preserve them and put them on display?” Linc asked.

“Did you really say that?” Slade asked.

“A long time ago,” Priest said. “It was an idea. You know, sometimes things happen. Life gets cut short. Why should a nice pair of tits be buried or cremated?”

“Priest, did you kill that woman and cut off her tits?” Cyrus asked.

The entire table started to laugh. It suddenly felt like old times once again. Asking Priest the most insane questions possible and not knowing what the answer would be.

Before Priest could answer, Custer took what was his second large gulp of the old moonshine. He started to cough and for some reason he jumped up and down on his seat a few times, sending his seat back, only he didn’t move with it. The old outlaw slammed down to the floor with a hard thud and a wheezing gasping sound.

“Fuck!” Slade yelled as he jumped up.

“The geezer is kicking it,” Monte said. “Right in the middle of prayer.”

“Lord save us,” Deed said, rolling his eyes.

Slade ended up on one knee next to Custer, cradling the old man’s head. Cyrus and Priest stood next to each other, looking down at Custer.

“Is he dead?” Cyrus asked.

Custer let out a snoring sound.

“Christ, one sip of that poison and he’s sleeping,” Priest said.

“We should have him checked,” Slade said. “He fell hard. He might have broken something.”

“Let him sleep it off and see if he’s in pain later,” Linc said. “Stupid old man.”

Cyrus nudged Priest. “Where’s that nurse? She here today? She could look after Custer.”

“She’s not here,” Priest said.

“Did you call off Drix and Dolph yet?”

“You still have them running protection for her?” Linc asked. “What does her protection have to do with the club?”

“Fuck yourself, VP ,” Priest said.

Linc took a step, ready to put Priest back into a coma. Priest took a step, ready to squeeze Linc’s head so hard, he eyes would pop out and Priest could chew on them and spit them to the floor. Instead of that happening, Custer thrust his hips, passed gas, and then he began to piss himself.

“I want nothing to do with this,” Cyrus growled. “Get him off the fucking floor and get someone to clean up the mess.”

“Perfect job for Bram,” Linc said. “Poor kid.”

“Heard he lost his head,” Priest said.

“Not fucking funny at all,” Cyrus said. “I want everything around here fucking fixed. And if someone cut off that stripper’s tits, speak up now.”

Nobody made a sound. Except Custer. He groaned. And pissed some more. The entire room started to smell.

“Why does old man piss smell so bad?” Monte asked.

“Probably all the fucking sexually transmitted diseases festering for decades,” Deed said.

“Everyone out of here,” Cyrus ordered.

They all pushed their way out. It was easier to smell the stench of whiskey and woman out in the clubhouse than Custer’s ancient urine.

Priest found himself right next to Darrow. The two faced off.

“You’re going to be a father?” Priest asked.

“That’s right,” Darrow said.

“You’re a brother to me. And if she’s yours and she’s got your ink and carrying your baby, then good for you both. I’d take a bullet for you. And her. And your unborn child.”

“Appreciate that, Priest,” Darrow said.

Priest walked away and went outside. He gritted his teeth. His head throbbed. A lot of shit right now did not make sense to him. One of the things that did not make sense to Priest was Eden.

She should not have come here for help , Priest thought.

There was no real point in doing something good when it only twisted reality up. Plus, Priest knew what he had to do to help Eden…

First step in fixing this inconvenient promise? Call off Drix and Dolph.

Eden needed to be left completely alone.