Chapter Two
CHAPTER TWO
JAGGER
I’ve been a member of the Dragon Knights since I was nineteen years old. My father was a full patched member before he died. I knew over the last couple of years there was some sketchy shit going on and there were a couple of members I was watching closely. They had joined after the new Prez took over a year ago. I didn’t like any of them. I tried to stay to myself as much as possible. I had my best friend who was like my brother, Skully. He could be an ass but we all could. I saw the girl walk in and almost swallowed my tongue. I was sitting in a dark corner watching the room as usual, so she didn’t see me. She had brass, I’ll give her that for sure. Watching the way, she handled herself made me horny. I looked around and saw Lucy. She was one of our newest club whores. She gave head better than anyone I had been with. I waved her over and pointed between my legs. I liked that she didn’t give me any lip, just slid on a condom and went to work. While she sucked me, I pictured the sexy sprite that had just left. I pretended I had my hands wrapped around her platinum and purple strands instead of the bleached blonde hair Lucy had. When she started sucking in earnest, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back. I imagined the new girl with her hand between her legs working herself to orgasm while she sucked me off and then I came in the condom. She started to roll it off and I shook my head. Getting up I pulled it off, tied a knot at the end and went to my room. After locking the door behind me so I didn’t get any uninvited guests I went to shower, tossing the used condom in the trash. After I got out, I threw on a pair of boxers and climbed into bed. I wanted some rest before I saw Niki tomorrow night. Flipping out the lights I closed my eyes.
The next morning, I was up early heading down for coffee before church. We had plans for a ride that would make us a bunch of money and put some drug dealers out of business. We had to plan carefully because the gangs in Memphis were a thing to be feared. They had no morals, no conscience and nothing to lose. They would shoot you in the middle of Beale Street and keep walking. We would not be wearing our kuttes because we couldn’t risk being recognized. It wasn’t a secret where our clubhouse was on the outskirts of Millington. We didn’t want trouble out here.
We had a nice commercial size coffee pot with its own water line. I started the first pot of the morning and waited impatiently for my first cup. I had good chicory coffee from New Orleans shipped in. After I tried it the first time I was hooked. I kept an emergency can in my room and a small personal coffee pot for when we ran out just in case nobody told me in time to get more delivered. I had considered moving to New Orleans a few times over the years. I hated the idea of leaving the club but the way things had been this past year I wasn’t comfortable with the leadership. When it finished, I poured a large cup and went to the meeting room grabbing my seat in the back corner. A few minutes later Skully came in with his own cup and sat down by me.
“Morning” he mumbled kicking his long legs out in front of him. “Did you see the smoke show of a woman strut her way in last night?”
“I saw her. Every fucking brother in the house clocked that shit right off the bat.” I sipped on my coffee thinking about the show she put on last night. “They have probably already started a pool on who will tap that first.”
“You know it and I’ve got a hundred bucks that says it will be me.” Skully jacked his jeans up and grinned. He would fuck anything on two legs. My buddy had always been a man whore. I shook my head.
“Nope, she didn’t even give you a full look. You got the same cursory glance the rest got. She’s different. I don’t think any of you will be tapping that. Ever!” I smirked as I drank my coffee. We watched the rest of the brothers pile in for church. Mace came in and sat in his spot to the right of Joker. He was the VP and son of the last Prez. None of the crew that grew up around the club liked the fact that they had voted for the Joker as our club leader. I was trying to give him a chance. I’ve only been a patched member for the last six years. The first year was spent as a prospect earning my kutte and patches. We weren’t the shadiest club around, but we were not exactly on the straight and narrow either. Bolt and Cutter came in last both buttoning up their pants and smirking. There’s no telling who they did last night.
The gavel went down and everyone shut up and paid attention. Joker went over the plan for the drug theft and disposal. We were going to get rid of the drugs and split the money found. The club got twenty percent of whatever we earned.
“We have one shot at this job and only one. If you are caught you keep your fucking mouth shut. Anyone rats us out to the Bloods gets worse if they survive. You will end up like that fucking Fed we got rid of last week. Pisses me the fuck off because I liked that guy.” Joker was talking about Horse. He had been prospecting for us the past six months and was close to earning himself a patch when Bolt caught him talking to a cop and looking too comfortable doing it. Later that evening when we made a run a few of our guys were conveniently picked up by the local police. They knew too much about what we were doing and it was clear that Horse was cop. I’ll give the guy credit. He never squealed or gave any information. We followed him to his place downtown and went through his apartment. Finding all kinds of notes and things about the club and its members. After torching the place, we picked him up and tortured him. When we realized we were not getting anything we shot him in the head and took him down to the Mississippi with weights and a body bag. One of the first rules of the club was no traitor lived to talk. I had noticed that he seemed to be paying a lot of attention to Lucy since she showed up at the clubhouse wanting to stay. He also kept an awfully close eye on Bolt and Cutter. They were the newest patched members from Arkansas. They were rougher with the women and didn’t always take no for an answer. I liked rough sex, but I drew the line at rape. Too many willing whores around to need to take what isn’t offered. When the meeting was over, Joker closed the door before Skully, or I could leave. It was just the three of us in the room.
“I need the two of you to keep a close eye on the new bartender. I want to make sure she isn’t up to anything. I’m all about keeping your enemies close. She was associated with Horse; I want to be sure she is on the up and up. Find out where she lives and check out her place when she gets to work.” Joker was looking dead at me. “Jagger, get close to her. See if you can charm her into your bed.”
“I’ll do what I can brother. Gotta head to the shop this morning. I’ve got a Mustang to finish for a noon pickup.” I glanced at Skully and left.