One
Diablo
Three weeks later.
I walk out of my shower and grab the towel, wrapping it around my waist. I can’t fucking believe it. I just jerked off.
Son of bitch!
I slide my hand up and down my hard cock, moaning. I need some pussy, and I’m going to grab some.
I grab my jeans and slide them up, carefully pulling the zipper. After I finish dressing, I grab my Cut and slide it on, running my fingers through my shoulder-length black hair.
I grab my wallet, keys, and cell, sliding them into my Cut and jeans. I get the Glock and slide it in my jeans at the small of my back.
I walk out of my room, lock the door, and head to the main clubhouse. I’m going to grab some Brothers to go to the Fiery Strip Club.
The club is busy, it’s fucking Friday, and the hang-arounds are here. Not the same ones, and that’s fucking great. I don’t want to kill the stupid fuckers.
I walk up to the bar, lift my chin at Prospect, and he hustles to get me a cold beer.
I lean on the bar counter next to my Brothers Fiend, Killer, Menace, and Sin, looking around.
“Brothers,” I hum, taking the beer from the counter. I take a long pull and lean on the countertop.
The room is full of smoke, the music is blaring, and the club whores are busy fucking the Brothers. That only turns me on more as I watch Crazy fuck Pinkie from behind; my cock is fucking throbbing.
“Brother, the club is full of new fuckers that want to Prospect,” Fiend hums, pulling out his cigarettes from his Cut. He grabs one, lights up, and I grab the box. I take one out, light up, inhale, throw back my head, exhale, making smoke rings. I take another drag and look at Crazy and Pinkie. I fucking need some pussy but a bj works for now.
“I’ll want to go to the strip club, but let me take care of business,” I say, pushing off the bar. I hand my cigarette to my Brother Killer.
“Where are you going,” Sin yells.
“Get me a bj.”
I walk over to Crazy and Pinkie. I grab her pink hair and unzip my jeans, pulling out my hard, aching cock. Pinkie grabs my cock, licks around the crown, and sucks it. I throw my head back, moaning.
I love bjs, and Pinkie is fucking great at it. I shove my cock deeper down her throat and slide out, fucking her mouth.
“Fuck VP, this is hot,” Crazy grunts, holding onto her hips. He pumps into her hard and fast, making her moan. The vibrations feel good as I fuck her.
“Fuck,” I grunt fucking her faster.
Pinkie grabs my balls and squeezes. I throw my head back and shoot my load down her throat. I slide my cock out and shove it back in my pants.
“Thanks, Pinkie,” I hum.
I walk back to the bar, feeling a lot better, but I still want some pussy. My cock is still fucking hard.
Fuck!
“Brother, that was hot,” Sin hums, looking at Pinkie.
“That was fuckintastic! I think that we should do Porn videos with the Brothers fucking the clubwhores,” Menace says, taking a pull of his beer.
“Hell yes, that would be a great income,” Sin says, nodding.
“Yeah, bring it up at Church,” I hum, grabbing another beer.
“Fuck, I’m in,” Killer says, smirking.
I take a pull of beer, grab another cigarette, and light up, inhaling deeply. I look at the hang-around, drinking beers and staring at the club whores.
“Did you tell the fuckers that they can’t fuck the club whores,” I ask Fiend, holding my beer.
“Damn straight. Those fuckers want to Prospect, so they would be stupid to fuck up,” Killer hums.
“Yeah, but we know that the motherfuckers are all stupid. I want to add another rule for them. The fuckers can all come on Friday night but after ten pm. I don’t want to see their mugs any earlier,” I say, taking a pull of beer.
“Damn, that’s a good new rule,” Sin hums, nodding.
“The Brothers have their schedule on whose babysitting the fuckers, let’s get gone.”
Next day.
I lean back into my chair, rubbing my beard. I look at the Brothers walk into the Chapel, taking a seat for Church.
“Church is now in session. Brothers, Spy has all the information on the Cutthroat MC, and they still want to patch over. So, now I want to send Diablo, Fiend, Menace, Killer, Viper, Sin, Shadow, Lethal, and Maniac to vet them in their clubhouse in Vegas.
Diablo, I need to know what they’re doing and who they are on their turf before they get invited to our clubhouse,” Demon growls, looking around the room.
“What about the DNA,” Killer asks, leaning his arm on the table and raising his brow.
“We will get his DNA, and Slash will run the tests,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“We don’t have any leads on the sister, so we’re still working on it,” Spy says.
“The Brothers will be leaving tonight and stay for a few days,” Demon hums.
“Brothers, get ready,” I say.
“We have a few new hangarounds that want to Prospect, but I want to check them out more before we even consider them,” Demons hums, rolling the gavel in his hands.
“I want to add another rule for the hang-around. I don’t want to see their fucking mugs until after ten pm. So, I want every Brother to remember the fucking rules because I expect you to enforce them on your scheduled night to babysit.
Rule one, they come only on Friday nights after ten pm.
Rule two, the son of bitches will pay for their fucking beers.
Rule three, we will get a photo of their license to vet the fuckers.
Rule four, we will only have a maximum of six fuckers hanging around.
Rule five, they don’t fucking touch the club whores.
Rule six, we will have several Brothers scheduled to fucking babysit the fuckers. I’ll send you the fucking schedule.
Rule Seven, no fucking excuse or bitching,” I huff, crossing my arms.
“Those are the new rules for the hang around! Shade, did you get it? Spy, you will vet them ASAP,” Demon says, looking at the Brothers.
“Yeah,” Shade hums.
“Will do,” Spy says.
“Prez, what do you want to do about the Folsom Mayor at the strip club,” Crazy asks.
“Record the fucker; you never know when the photos could help us,” Demon hums, resting his arm on the chair.
“Will do. Prez, I think that the security system, the camaras need to be updated,” Crazy says, grabbing onto the chair armrests.
“Spy and Shade, take care of the security system,” Demon hums.
“Right,” Shadow hums.
“Will do,” Spy says.
“Church is over! Satan Warriors power,” Demon growls, banging the gavel on the wood.
“Riding till we die,” Brothers shout.
“It’s time, let’s go,” I growl, taking a drag of my cigarette.
I drop it on the floor and stomp it out. I slide off the black wooden stool and look at my crew for the run.
I walk to the back door, and Fiend, Menace, Killer, Sin, Viper, Maniac, Lethal, and Shadow follow. We get on our bikes, and I put on my helmet and gloves and look around the clubhouse property. I turn on my bike, and it roars to life, and that sound is music to my ears. I smile, and I pull out of the clubhouse and onto the road. Soon we get on the Hwy, and ride to Vegas. Soon, the wind in my face, and the dark black night with bright stars. The moon lights up the night, and it’s the best time to ride.
We get to Vegas early in the morning, and that’s great. We get to see what’s happening before the Cutthroat MC knows that we’re here.
My Brothers and I stopped a few hundred feet away from the clubhouse to check it out. The clubhouse is an old warehouse, but it’s clean. I don’t see any activity, so they must be sleeping. We ride into the clubhouse parking lot and turn off our bikes. The light turns on, and the door opens. Two huge fuckers walk out with their guns.
Yeah, that’s good. No, some stupid wuss.
“Who the fuck are you,” the tall man yells.
“Satan Warriors,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
We didn’t take out our Glocks because we’re not here to fight, and they want in.
“Oh, man! Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming? I’m Moose,” Moose says, putting his gun at his back.
He’s a tall man with dirty blond hair, and muscular. Moose fits.
“Hey, I’m Diablo the VP. These are my Brothers Fiend, Viper, Shadow, Sin, Menace, and Killer. Do you have some coffee?”
“Yeah, come in. How long are you staying,” Moose asks, walking back to the clubhouse.
“A couple of days,” I hum.
We walk into the clubhouse; it’s clean, with a pool table, bar, and some sofas.
“This is the clubhouse; we have some rooms if you want to rest,” Moose says, walking to the corner.
“Yeah, thanks,” I say, nodding.
“This is the kitchen. Wolf, make us some coffee,” Moose says, turning on the light.
We walk into the kitchen, and we sit around a table.
“We’re here to see your MC and clubhouse and to review your MC status. Moose, tell me about your businesses, your connections, and any issues,” I say, taking a cup of coffee.
“We just paid off the clubhouse. We have a body shop, bar, and strip club that’s very lucrative. We don’t have any illegal business, so we don’t have issues with the law; therefore no connections. Vegas has so much activity and tourists, and the opportunity to make money is here.
We opened the strip club and body shop and bought the bar from an older man who wanted to retire. We’ve been lucky, and we don’t have any issues with outer MCs since they’re in California or other cities in Nevada but not Vegas.
I understand that the other MC didn’t like the exposure in Vegas since they deal with drugs and other stuff,” Moose says, running his fingers through his long blonde hair.
“We also want to take a sample of your DNA,” I say, raising my brow.
“Huh! That makes sense. It would be easy to match my DNA with all of the spawns. Diablo, how much longer is it going to take to patch over,” Moose says, crossing his arms.
“Damn straight. As soon as we get the results and I give Demon the information, we will invite you over. I don’t know anything about the patching over; it’s something that is still in the air, but that’s why we’re here,” I say, looking at him.
“Right, I understand. Have you located my sister,” Moose asks, gathering his brows.
“Not yet; we need more information,” I say.
“Yeah, I don’t have much, but I remembered the other day that Mom mentioned her sister. Her name was Helen Benson; that’s all I have. Maybe she has some information,” Moose says.
“I’ll get our IT Brother to look into Helen Benson. Demon has the copy of all your driver's licenses,” I say, pulling out my blunt?
I hand one to Moose and light up. I inhale deeply and exhale, looking at him. I take a drag of the blunt, lowering my eyelids. The fucker looks like Lethal.
So it looks like the fucker must be related. We need the DNA ASAP so we can decide what to do. If he’s a Satan Warrior spawn, it will give us some confidence and make it easier to patch over.
“Great. How about you guys rest? We will have a BBQ and then we can go to check out our strip club, Heat. It’s not really fancy, but it does great. It’s a mixed strip club, a dance floor, and drinks,” Moose says, lighting up.
“Hell yes,” Killer says, nodding.
“Oh yeah, Sin City. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” Sin hums, smiling.
“I’m in,” Viper says, leaning over to grab the box of cigarettes.
“Yes, that’s a great idea, Moose,” Fiend says.
We finish our coffee, and Moose takes us to the guest rooms.