Chapter 11 Fucked And Not Kissed
Chapter eleven
Fucked And Not Kissed
Cactus
Heading towards the front of the first truck, I checked my signal.
I had only two bars. Good enough. I dialed immediately, wanting to get this over with.
Mesquite had still been president when I’d petitioned the Tombstone chapter for full-time patched-in status.
He’d agreed, but knowing our history, he had made sure Scorpion and I were never on the same run.
Mesquite had claimed someone had to stay back to protect Ang and Bri.
Bullshit. He hadn’t trusted us not to kill each other.
A loud female moan sounded as the phone clicked. Pulling it away from my ear, I checked to make sure I’d actually dialed Scorpion’s number. No mistake.
It was this shit that fucking pissed me off. The brothers and I had risked our lives, taking care of club business, and our president was busy fucking some chick—a blonde because he never picked a brunette—whose name he’d forget as soon as she was warming another brother’s bed.
“Seriously? I’m standing in the middle of the goddamn fucking desert doing your dirty work, and you’re busy getting your dick wet.” I was livid.
“You could have stayed a nomad.”
“If you had taken care of your family, I would still be a nomad.” I aimed low, not quite striking as hard as I had planned.
I could hear flesh smacking against more flesh.
Repeatedly. There were moans and groans every so often, and I didn’t have to ask if I was on speaker.
The sounds were too distinguishable for me not to be.
“Stay out of my business, or I might have to pay a visit to a certain new waitress. She’s fair game.
” The words shot through me, forcing me to take a step back, but the truck grill didn’t allow me to move.
The woman screeched with pleasure in my ear as my teeth ground against each other.
Scorpion had done it on purpose, knowing exactly how it would land.
Roxy was in his sights, and she’d never see it coming until it was too late.
“Cargo’s burned,” I said, hanging up the phone as two loud moans reached my ears. Normally, listening in was hot, but I was so disgusted, it didn’t even make me hard. Backing my butt against the truck’s grill, I bent over, trying to gather my thoughts.
“He’s busy, huh?” Tumbleweed leaned against the truck next to me. “He’s doing that a lot. Focusing on his dick.” He spat the snuff to the side before tucking the chew back into his cheek. “Did he say anything about this clusterfuck?”
I shook my head, not sure how much I wanted to reveal.
“He’s spiraling, man. Everyone sees it. No one talks about it. Ang deserves happiness, and it ain’t with him.”
Tumbleweed’s candor was throwing me off.
No one said anything derogatory about Scorpion, either as a man or as our president.
It just wasn’t something that was done. I had had my suspicions for a while that there was dissent among the ranks.
“Yeah, well, if she finds someone decent, I won’t let him stand in her way.
” I slugged Tumbleweed in the arm. “Don’t get any fucking bright ideas. ”
He laughed. “Nah, and I won’t go for your girl either.”
Roxy wasn’t mine, but I didn’t feel like fighting. “What do you want to do?” I asked him. “I’m inclined to leave the bikers here. They’re dead already. Let the heat do the cleanup. We have a picture of their tattoos.”
“Something’s off. I played good cop. This is El Sombra Roja’s shipment, and his men are normally better than this. The truckers don’t even know what they’re carrying. Someone had already loaded the cargo and told them to drive. That’s why they didn’t know the men behind them weren’t us.”
“I can’t see this being a double-cross with the Red Shadow.
Someone said he was taking care of business in California, and that’s why he asked for full service with us.
It could be delivery as normal if we show up at the warehouse.
” I scratched my beard. I’d rather take my chances meeting the Grim Reaper than show up at the clubhouse without the payment.
***
I was sitting on a stack of crates, dangling my legs back and forth as I watched the cartel inventory their cargo.
Once we’d threatened the truck drivers to within an inch of their lives, the trip here had been uneventful.
We’d surrounded them for protection. No one had been on the road, and when we rode up to the warehouse, it was business as usual.
It made me wonder if the cartel knew about the bikers, or if this had just been a one-off we’d need to ask around about.
There were too many directions, and I didn’t like not having a concrete clue.
“Amigo,” a heavy accent said from behind me. I was on high alert, swiveling my head to see who it was as I reached for my gun. I opened and closed my hand, searching for the piece, before I remembered I hadn’t brought it. We’d left our pieces in our saddlebags out of respect for our clients.
“What are you doing on this side of the border?” I asked, settling down when the man stepped into the light.
Javier Rodriguez, El Filo Negro, was a cartel nepo baby if I ever saw one.
A gold chain that was at least two inches thick hung around his neck, dipping into the open collar of his five-hundred-dollar dress shirt.
Cufflinks, not buttons, because a shirt that expensive cried out for the proper hardware.
A suit that screamed cartel and shoes that were polished to the hilt.
“I’m ready to go home. I hate this heat, but duty calls, so here I am.” He laughed, sitting on the cargo’s corner nearest him.
“Seriously? It’s the same heat.” I raised an eyebrow, not sure who he thought he was fooling.
“It doesn’t feel the same. The sweat drips down my back, and then there’s a nasty wet stain between my ass cheeks.” He shuddered.
I shook my head, not really believing I was discussing sweat with the Black Blade. He’d pull his gun out from behind him, only to kill his enemy with the slip of his wrist.
“Most of your brothers are with the girls, getting their fill before dinner. I had my chef grill steaks. Can’t have our allies riding home with empty stomachs and full balls.” He laughed again, crossing his arms over his barrel chest.
It was easier to change the subject, instead of offending him. I wasn’t interested in emotionless sex, and there was nothing I could say that wouldn’t reveal where my head was at. “I heard your uncle had business in California.”
“He’s strengthening connections.” Javier leaned his elbow against his right thigh as his leg dangled. “Might as well spit it out, amigo.”
I’d been a twenty-year-old kid, still riding with the Tombstone chapter, when I’d met Javier for the first time.
He’d taken the omerta at fifteen, and while we weren’t friends, I could stand to have a conversation with him every once in a while.
A stillness settled between us as we watched his men unload the first truck.
“You know the Saints will never take over for the cartel. We’re happy to take our piece of the pie.” I didn’t know how much I wanted to reveal, but I figured I might get some answers about today’s fucked-up pickup.
“What happened?” Javier’s leg still dangled as if he were content, but I only had to look at him to know he was really on high alert.
“We handled it, and I’ve already called Scorpion.
He won’t ask for more payment.” I laid the groundwork, ensuring there was no animosity.
The brothers would bitch if they didn’t get to finish with the women the cartel kept upstairs for visitors.
“There were four bikers riding behind your trucks when they met us at the checkpoint. We took care of them, but your drivers thought they were us, and there were some…misunderstandings.”
“The drivers are still alive, so they couldn’t have given you much fight.”
“There was nothing we couldn’t handle.” It didn’t matter what I said, he’d punish them and their handlers.
He made a noise as he rubbed his thumb against his bottom lip. “I’ll put out some feelers and get back to you on what the actual story was. They should have known better.” He’d beat the men involved within an inch of their lives until he got answers.
“Appreciate it.” I pulled out my phone, bringing up the picture of the phoenix. “The bikers all had this on their wrists. Mean anything to you?”
“There’s been rumors of a new biker gang. Yes, gang, before you say anything. They haven’t been brave enough to fuck around and find out, but they hit a few of the lower-end street dealers. We don’t protect them, since they’re the bottom feeders. Send me the logo, and I’ll see what I can find.”
I nodded my head, not wanting to go further into detail, when we weren’t necessarily in friendly territory.
“There’s a woman upstairs for you, amigo. I made sure it’s the one you always visit when you’re here.” He leaned over and bumped his elbow against mine.
“What am I going to owe you for bringing her?” I asked, playing along. This was the last delivery for the week, and I was tired. Too many runs, not enough quality sleep.
Javier laughed, slapping his hand over his knee.
“Gift.” He shook his head. “I brought her for me, but you look like you could use a good lay.” I must have flinched because his smile widened.
“Arranged marriage. I don’t care what she does, and she turns a blind eye to my extramarital activities.
It’s the perfect marriage, but if I catch wind of the pool boy one more time, she’s going to be missing a toy. ”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. If Roxy even thought about entertaining one of those dumbass cowboys on the street, I’d put the fear of God into them.
I had always been in the mood for easy pussy, but they took it to another level.
They walked up and down the street for pay, providing an authentic Old West experience, but they really singled out the wives they thought they could nail.
Roxy was better than that, and while I didn’t think she’d ever believe their bullshit, I wasn’t taking any chances.
“How long until dinner?” I asked. I was going to have to pay her a visit, but maybe if I timed this right, I wouldn’t have to pretend I was interested.
“You’ve got about an hour, amigo.” Javier smirked. “Should be enough time for your old ass.”
“Look who’s talking. This old ass saved yours.
” I let a smirk settle on my lips, standing up from where I’d been sitting on the cargo.
“Send someone for me. You’re cooking steaks.
They’re better than anything I could get in the clubhouse.
” I heard laughter follow me as I climbed the first couple of stairs, not sure how I was going to get out of the emotionless sex.
I was fucking empty, and my dick knew it before I did.