Chapter 2
Chapter Two
HAMMER
Pulling up in front of the clubhouse, I sigh in relief.
It’s been a long fuckin’ two weeks. After the bullshit that went down with Venom and his ol’ lady up at Stoney’s charter, I wasn’t thrilled to find out the club has yet another problem.
We might have been informed about the Supreme Masters, but my club didn’t know all the information they’d found.
Evidently, what they found was all thanks to Amaya coming to them.
On top of all that, we had to deal with even more drama.
The chick who everyone thought to be the ol’ lady to Fuse, a member of the Inferno’s Clutch MC, isn’t who they thought.
From the information Amaya, Venom’s ol’ lady, found out about Simone, she is the twin of Lyrica.
But the drama of it all gives me a headache.
This is why I don’t deal with women. I swore it a long time ago, and I’ve kept to it.
And I intend to keep on keeping on with the way I do things.
The only woman in my life is my niece. I’m fuckin’ thrilled to have found her.
More or less, she was put in the same place as her brother when the fuckers took him few years ago.
I would have brought her with me down to South Carolina, but she needed to stay near her brother. In the end, it worked out for her.
Tilting my head to the side, stretching my neck, my gaze lands on Axe, my brother, and Sergeant at Arms as he helps Simone out of the truck he’d rented in order to get his bike and the woman back here.
I hadn’t wanted to bring the woman back here, but Axe being the man he is and dealt with what he has, couldn’t help himself.
He’d seen this as a chance to help a woman in dire need.
A woman I might point out who isn’t all there anymore.
Due to the fucked-up drugs the Supreme Masters dosed her with, she’s got to be sedated at all times.
The doc who’d been helping her did say that she could go without the heavy sedation long as she’s having a good day, but I don’t need this shit.
Nor do I want it. Upon hearing her state her name and prattle on about her sister dying in a car accident. I didn’t want to hear anymore.
To me, it’s not my problem.
So why the fuck did I agree to this, to let this woman come to my clubhouse?
Right, because of my brother. Several years ago, he’d lost a woman who he’d wanted to make his ol’ lady.
Fucked up shit what happened to her. And what he walked in on.
It’s why he’s determined to help Simone.
Seeing her like this is killing him. Fuck he’d even been there for this woman while she gave birth to a baby a few days ago.
I know he’s not wanting this woman as his own.
No, this is all about redemption and fixing the wrongs he didn’t get to with the chick he’d wanted in the first place.
Swinging my leg over my bike, I stand to my feet and pull a pack of smokes out of my pocket. I don’t smoke much; normally, it’s right after a long ride or dealing with anything that stresses me out.
What I need to do is go inside, find Bunny or Cheeks and get one of them to either suck me off or ride my cock.
At the moment, those are my two go-to clubwhores for when I need to get off.
When I decide I’m done with them, I’ll move on to the next.
If I even think one of those bitches is thinking of getting closer to my cock, I cut them loose.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see who it is. With just getting back to the clubhouse, not only do I need to get off, but I also need to get some shit done around here before getting some fuckin’ sleep.
Glancing at the screen, I grin at the sight of Gunner’s name.
He’d gone up to Virginia with us, but I’d sent him back earlier to deal with some issues going on at Tip-Top and a few of our other businesses.
Savage has called to inform us of some random shit happening around not only our strip club but our bar and restaurant.
This didn’t make me happy. It’s why Gunner was sic’ed on the task along with Cy.
“Thought your ass would be here at the clubhouse right about now, brother,” I say, putting the phone to my ear.
“Fucked up shit, Prez, need you and Malice to meet away from the clubhouse,” Gunner grunts causing me to stiffen.
“Where?” I demand, my tone completely changing to one of all business.
“Rise-N-Shine Coffee,” he mutters and hangs up.
Why the fuck would he choose a fuckin’ coffee shop?
Then again, I’ve heard a few of my brothers talking about the coffee and shit they get from there. I just ain’t ever gone in. I figure I can get my coffee here at the clubhouse without having to go anywhere for it.
Pulling the phone from my ear, I put my fingers to my lips and whistle to catch Malice’s attention before he gets to the doors. He’d been helping Axe with Simone getting her into the clubhouse.
Malice turns to look at me as I swing my leg back over my bike, straddling my beauty. This is one of the four bikes I have and also my favorite. Malice doesn’t waste time following suit. He runs over to his bike and throws his leg over.
“What’s going on?” he mutters maliciously.
Swear anyone who could be said to be just as cold-blooded as I am; it’s my VP. I couldn’t ask for a better VP than him. He’s not one for letting shit fly, just as I don’t allow it to happen.
“Gotta go meet Gunner and Cy at that coffee shop in town,” I grumble.
Nodding, Malice doesn’t wait around to ask more questions. Instead, he puts his helmet on and starts his bike. I do the same and back out of my spot. My VP does the same following suit.
Hitting the throttle, I head into town. Our clubhouse is only about ten minutes away from where we needed to get to, but it’s also still secluded away, so we don’t have to worry about someone fuckin’ messing with us.
We party hard and have hang arounds and strange pussy always coming on the weekends.
We tend to keep the rest out throughout the week.
Too much shit goes on Monday through Thursday.
We don’t need outsiders within our walls.
My brothers know this, and if they want different pussy than the clubwhores they can get it away from the clubhouse.
Pulling up in front of the tattoo shop we own, I park next to Gunner’s and Cy’s bikes.
Not seeing them anywhere insight, I kill the engine on my bike and put the kickstand down.
I swing my leg over and stand while removing my helmet.
I put the helmet on the seat of my bike and head for the coffee shop situated two doors down from the tattoo shop.
Malice walks next to me; neither of us speaks a word as we head for the entrance to this place. Why the fuck they would choose to meet here is fucked. We could have easily met up at one of our houses or even at the tattoo shop, for fuck’s sake.
Opening the door, I step into the shop with Malice right on my heels. Without takin’ my sunglasses off, I scan the room finding Gunner and Cy both sitting at a table off to the side of the place. Both men having Styrofoam cups in their hands and eating something.
Storming over to them, I don’t pay attention to anything else in the room.
“Wanna tell me why we’re meeting here?” I demand, standing next to their table with my arms crossed.
“Prez, VP,” Gunner grumbles in greeting, nodding to the seats on either side of him and Cy.
Removing my sunglasses, I put them on top of my head and take a seat. Malice rounds the table and sits in the one opposite of me.
“Now tell me what the fuck is going on,” I snap, frustrated by everything going on. All I wanted to do is get back to the clubhouse, find a bitch to either suck me off or to fuck, get some work done, and crash.
“Seems we have someone in the club we can’t trust. It’s why we’re here rather than at one of our businesses,” Gunner says without hesitation.
“Explain,” I command, my body tense with fury.
Gunner looks to Cy and then brings his attention back to me. “Problems you sent me back to handle, Prez, is we’ve found out there’s a new gang in town trying to fuck with us. And to top it off, we’ve got a rat in the clubhouse.”
“Who?” Malice snarls, his lip curling in disgust.
“Don’t know yet. Cy’s been working on it, and the two of us have found bugs planted in all of our businesses,” Gunner mutters with a shake of his head.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“This is not something we need right now. It’s bad enough we’ve got the shit going on at the national charter with Stoney’s men and brought home a bitch who ain’t ever gonna be right again.
Now we’ve some traitor in our midst, and we don’t know who.
At least tell me do we know who this new gang is? ” I don’t need this shit right now.
“No clue yet. Have Brass, Savage, Dagger, and Carbine watching at the bars and strip club,” Gunner says, informing me.
“Right, who do we know we can trust?” I demand, trying to contain my rage brewing inside me. I pride myself on keeping shit locked down tight, but the only emotion that seems to slip through at times is anger. This only happens when things start to get completely out of control.
“Looks like all the brothers can be trusted. But the prospects, clubwhores, hang arounds, and strange pussy are all up in the air,” Cy states with a gravelly voice. He doesn’t talk much due to the murmur that causes him to stutter; this makes his voice thicker than normal when he does talk.
Shit.
“Alright, we need to meet with the brothers. Find a place we can do that that’s secure, and we’ll go from there,” I mutter.
“Need to have the whole clubhouse swept for bugs and the businesses,” Malice grunts.
“Yeah. We’ll get started on this tomorrow. For now, I’m heading home. Fuck going to the clubhouse tonight. I’ll deal with shit in the morning,” I growl and slam a fist on the table as I get up. I need sleep before in order to think about this shit to figure out what to do next.
Turning from the table, I start to take three steps and plow right into some woman, knocking her right on her ass. I glance down at the woman to find her staring up at me with vibrant eyes that are filled with fear.
Motherfucker.
Can this day get any worse?