36. Chapter Thirty-Six
Grinder
Three months later
R ace nights are the fucking best. Getting my dick wet is always a guarantee, and I love thrashing my race night beauty, Daisy. She’s had some upgrades over the last few months, and luckily she wasn’t in the Kustoms garage when that fuckwit Diablo blew everything up.
New upgrades means new trick possibilities and as I race toward Boner on the freeway, I jump my feet up onto my seat before pushing up into a handstand. The camera is rolling on Boner’s helmet, pointing behind him so he could get this face-on and film all the good stuff. Bringing my feet back down, I stabilize Daisy and let go of the handlebars, standing straight up with my arms out wide. Horns from cars honk as we go past, and I know they’re not all complimentary but fuck them and the metal boxes they rode in on.
I spot a sign for a gas station and jump back down into my seat, taking control of the handlebars again and speeding to catch up to Boner. Beside him, I signal that I need to fill up my tank and we both veer off. Usually, I’d have a ride around town on my own after a race night because as much as I love the attention and the dick sucking, I like to have a wind down before things get messy again, no doubt, back at the clubhouse. However, with this new unknown threat against the club after Shade was found, we go out in pairs. It isn’t because we’re fucking pussies, it’s because we’re not fucking stupid.
Pulling up to the gas station, I kick the stand into place beside a pump and jump off Daisy, taking a moment to admire the pure fucking beauty of her. All sleek and shit.
“Stop getting hard over your bike and let’s get done so we can head back.” Boner already has a pump in hand and is filling up his motorcycle.
“Yeah, alright, brother, don’t get your dick in a twist.” I fill up Daisy, giving her behind a loving pat when I’m finished. “Gotta pee.”
“I’ll be here. Don’t get lost.” Boner laughs and straddles his motorcycle.
“I’d get lost in your mom’s pussy before I get lost in the alley beside the gas station, brother.” I don’t look back, but I do flip him off over my shoulder as I walk because I know he’s scowling at me right now.
“Fuck you!” He shouts across the parking lot as I get closer to the alley.
“Fuck your mom harder!” I laugh and unzip my leathers, thankful the zipper goes all the way down—and even around—so I don’t have to take the whole damn thing off.
A grunt from deeper in the alley gets my attention mid-pee and I don’t hesitate in spinning toward the sound—still peeing because, whatever. If someone wants to try and attack me, they can get doused in my piss for their trouble before I smash their teeth in for a souvenir.
Is that a foot behind the dumpster?
Can’t be dead, they just made a noise…
Shaking off my dick, I tuck it back into my leathers, zipping them up before sliding one of my knives from my thigh and approaching. The noise gets louder as I get closer.
“You’re a f-fucking bitch…” Then there’s some mumbling…
“Get off me!”
What the fuck is happening?
I run the last few feet to the dumpster and turn the corner to see the back of a man almost as big as Bear on top of a woman covered in blood. Oh, hell no.
Grabbing the big bastard by his shitty man bun, I rip him up and off her, my knife at his throat ready to end this rapist fucker’s life.
“Oh my God, he almost suffocated me. Thanks, dude.” The woman stands once the man is no longer an obstacle and goes about dusting herself off—although, she’s gonna need a hell of a shower to wash that blood out of her hair. I don’t actually think any of it is hers with the way she’s moving so freely.
The man in my grasp becomes dead weight and I finally take a moment to really look at him.
He’s dead.
She’s covered in his blood.
Looking to the red-head splattered in crimson, I raise my brows and let the man drop to the asphalt. Before I can speak, the woman half smiles and shrugs, and something about her is fucking mesmerizing.
Then, she speaks, her raspy voice making my dick twitch and my asshole clench.
“Oops?” Except she’s got her fingers up, hiding her lips and her eyes wide like a baby deer in headlights, which tells me everything I need to know. Zero remorse detected.
Oh yeah, this woman is gonna be trouble.