Five
Diablo
“Thanks, Prospect,” I say, closing the cage door. I walk across the drive to the front door of Satan’s Warrior MC mechanical shop, Warrior Shop.
I walk into the shop office and look at my Brother Rock, resting my hands on my waist and lifting my chin.
“Rock, is it all good?”
“VP, the bike is running smoothly. I fixed the clutch issue and did an oil change,” Rock says, getting my keys from the key bank.
“Thanks for fixing the clutch,” I say, grabbing the keys from the counter.
I look at my Brother, one of our mechanics who works at the Warrior Shop, fixing cars and cycles. A few other Brothers also work here.
“Brother, welcome,” Rock hums, wiping the grease from his hands, staring out the garage.
“Are you okay,” I ask, looking at him.
He looks up, gathers his brow, and nods/
“Yeah, just a little worried about my mom; she’s going through chemo,” Rock says, crossing his arms.
“I’m sorry to hear that she’s going through that. If you need time off, take it, no worries. You need to be there for your mom and make sure she has the best doctors. We’re here for you; we’re with you every step. Remember, you’re not alone, Brother; you have us. We will pray for her,” I say, resting my hand on his shoulder.
“Fuck! That feels good, having the Brother's support. Yes, I would like to take time off,” Rock says, nodding.
“Awesome, I’ll talk to Demon. Let us know if you need help,” I hum, looking at him.
“Will do, thanks, VP,” Rock says, resting his hands on the counter.
“Later,” I say, turning and walking out of the shop office.
I walk over to my bike, pull on my gloves and helmet, and slide onto my bike. I turn it on, and it sounds fucking amazing. I roar to life; it sounds like it's purring.
I pull out, and I notice that I need to fuel up. I ride down the road to the gas station at the edge of town, next to an upscale neighborhood.
Athena pops into my mind, as she always does. The little nagging thought is there. It’s been a few weeks, and fuck, what if she’s pregnant. I didn’t fucking use a condom, not once, and that’s something I never do. It’s not right to put her through pregnancy, and I’m not there to support her decision. Of fuckincourse, I would like her to have my baby, but that doesn’t mean that she would want it. I’m fucking crazy; I fucked up her life in one night. And she’s ruined me for other women.
I pull into the gas station, turn off the bike, and slide off. I fuel up and walk into the store to get some cigarettes.
“Marlboro, and is the bathroom open,” I ask, raising my brow.
“Yeah, the restroom is open,” the guy says, nodding and handing the cigarettes.
I take the cigarettes, pay the dude, and walk out. I slide the box into the inside pocket of my Cut and walk around to the men’s restroom. I take care of business, walk out, and walk into a woman.
“Ah,” the woman says.
I grab her to steady her and look at her smeared makeup from crying and the wedding dress.
“Are you okay,” I ask, holding onto her arms.
Her lips tremble, and she looks up; she stares at me with big green eyes.
Fuck!
“Athena?”
“Thor? It’s me,” Athena says, smiling weakly at me.
“What the hell is going on? Why are you in a wedding dress? What the hell! How could you marry some fucker when you know that you’re mine! You have been on my mind every minute since I left you. I know that you felt our connection! What the fucking hell,” I growl, releasing her and turning, giving her back.
I can’t think straight, and I don’t want to see her.
“You’ve been on my mind all these weeks, too,” Athena says.
That fucking makes me crazy knowing that she wants me.
“Fuck,” I shout, fisting my hands.
“Thor, . . . . help me. Please.,” Athena pleads, taking my arm.
I turn to look at her with my heart crushed. I gaze into her beautiful green eyes.
“I didn’t want to marry, and I was forced by my Dad. Let me explain,” Athena sniffles, holding my arm.
Fuck me!
I look down at her body in the fucking wedding dress. My blood pressure shoots up, pissing me off. Then I see the bruise on her arm.
“Who the fuck hurt you,” I ask, checking her arm.
“Hmmp, hmmp, my Dad,” She sniffles.
My body is fucking reacting to her even in this stupid fucking crazy situation.
“Okay, follow me; I’m riding my bike,” I growl, gathering my brows.
“Thor, I don’t have my car; I ran from my home before the wedding. I don’t have my cell, purse, or money,” Athena says, blinking away the tears.
“Fuck! I’m going to have to tear off some of the material on that fucking dress,” I growl, running my fingers through my hair.
“Yes, please do. I tried, but I couldn’t tear it off,” Athena says, grabbing my hand.
“Right,” I growl.
I crouch and grab the material, and I try to tear it, but it won’t tear.
Fuck!
“I need to cut it off,” I huff, pulling out my switchblade from the sheath on my side.
I press the switch, and the blade extends, and I cut off the material at her knees. I’ll be damn if I allow any fucker to see more. This should cover her when she’s behind me.
I’m still pissed and confused, but I want to take care of her.
“Thank you,” Athena whispers, looking at me.
“Athena, in case you didn’t notice, I’m a fucking biker. I’m a Satan Warrior, the VP. My road name is Diablo. So tell me if you still want to go with me because once I take you, I’m not going to fucking let you go,” I huff, crossing my arms, staring at her.
“MC, as in a motorcycle club,” Athena asks wide-eyed, biting her lip.
Fuck me!
I shouldn’t be getting hard at this moment.
“Yes, and that’s the reason that I didn’t try to get your number. I didn’t think you would want me in your life,” I say, raising my brow.
“I don’t know anything about MCs, but I only want you. Please take me with you, and I’ll explain everything,” Athena says, placing her hand on my arm and staring up.
She’s so vulnerable at the moment, scared and lost.
Does she really understand what I am?
“I’m going to take you to my place, a room in the Satan Warrior MC clubhouse. Come on,” I say, taking her hand.
I walk to my bike and pull out the other helmet from my saddle bag.
“Here’s a helmet; let me help you put it on. I’m going to get on my bike and you slide on behind me. Hug me tight and lean with me when I make turns,” I say, closing the strap.
“Okay.”
I get on my bike and help her to slide onto the back. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight. It fucking feels good. I’ve never had anyone ride bitch with me. She’s where she belongs.
My fucking cock is hard, and I’m ready to explode.
That night was the real thing, not a fucking moment of excitement with someone new.
The clubhouse is quiet; it’s early for the Brothers to party. I get off my bike and turn to help Athena off. I take off her helmet, gazing into her eyes.
“We’re going to my room, and I want you to tell me everything,” I hum, taking off my helmet and gloves.
“Yes, I’ll tell you everything.”
I take her hand and walk across the driveway to the back door. I open it, walk inside, closing the door. I walk down the hall to my room. I enter the code and walk inside, closing and locking the door.
“Okay, I’m ready to hear your story,” I hum, walking her to my bed to sit down. I sit next to her, looking at her.
“Yes, I was engaged to marry when I met you, and I cheated on him. I never was his, but I was engaged.
The feelings that you invoked were overwhelming and strong, so I fucked you all night.
I don’t regret it.
When I got back, I tried to call it off, but my Dad demanded that I marry Roberto.
In fact, I was going to marry Roberto at my Dad’s insistence because he needs Roberto to fund his election campaign.
Roberto is rich and handsome, so I went along, feeling like it was going to be good.
I realized that I didn’t feel anything for Roberto when I met you.
Then, last night, I decided to tell Dad that I’m not going to marry Roberto. He got furious, and that’s when he grabbed my arm. He threatened to kill me and told me that he had killed Mom. Also, Roberto decided to move the wedding date to today without consulting me. I was upset, scared, and trapped.
Today, after the bridal assistant finished helping me to get ready, I decided to tell Dad that I didn’t ever want to see him again. I walked to his office and stopped at the door when I heard Roberto’s and Dad’s voices.
Roberto was telling Dad that he was lucky that I was marrying him because he needed an heir, but after, he would sell me off or kill me. Dad told him that he didn’t care because I was not his daughter and that I was adopted. Dad said that Mom told him that her sister couldn’t take care of me, so they adopted me. That hurt so much and I ran from the house. I didn’t think of changing or getting my stuff. So that’s why I was at the gas station in the stupid wedding dress,” Athena sniffles, wiping the tears from her face.
“Fuck! Your Dad is David J. Benson, the Folsom Mayor. Tell me Roberto’s full name,” I hiss, lowering my eyes. I wait anxiously to learn the fuckers full name.
“Roberto Mazza,” Athena says, biting her lip.
Fuck!
This is fucking surreal!
“Roberto Mazza! Damn. So, what do you want to do,” I ask, raising my brow?
“I want you. I want to give us a chance,” Athena whispers, gazing into my eyes.
“Okay, I want the same thing, but in my world, in the MC lifestyle, we have an Old Lady. I want you to be my Old Lady,” I hum, moving my hand to push back a lock from her face.
I rest my hand on her cheek, running my finger over her lips. I don’t think that I will ever have my fill of her; I know it in my soul.
“Okay, but I do want a wedding when we’re ready,” Athena says, biting my finger.
Fuck me!
“Baby, I’ll marry you when you’re ready because I’m ready now,” I hum, wrapping my arm around her waist.
“Okay, I’m ready, but we can plan our wedding,” Athena hums, turning up her lips.
“Baby, I’m totally in. Now let me take off this fucking dress,” I growl, grabbing the dress and I pull it hard.
The material tears down the middle exposing her beautiful tits.
“Fuck! Baby, I’m so hungry for you,” I grunt, taking off the dress and tossing it on the floor.
“Thor, I need you.”
I don’t fucking wait to talk more; I need to be balls deep inside her tight pussy.
“Baby, tell me that your pussy is only mine,” I hum, sucking her nipple into my mouth.
Athena moans, grabs my head, moving her hands to my jeans.
“Yes, only yours. I need you undressed.”
I release her nipple with a pop and pull back. I get off the bed, kick off my boots, and pull off my Cut, thermal shirt, and jeans. I’m fucking ready to fuck her. I wrap my hand around my cock, and run it up and down, looking at her spread her legs.
“Baby, touch your sweet pussy,” I grunt, watching her.
“Thor, I need you,” She moans, touching her wet pussy.
Fuck me!
“I’m going to fuck you fast and hard. But after, I’m going to love you slowly, tasting every inch of you.”
I climb onto the bed, grab my cock and slide it up and down her slit.
“Thor, like now.”
I thrust my cock inside her tight hot pussy, throwing back my head. I fucking love feeling her inner walls grab my cock tight. My mouth waters and cock gets harder. I grab her hips, and I start fucking her hard, deep, and fast.
“Baby, you drive me crazy. Your sweet tight pussy grabs my cock tight, and you’re so damn wet. Come for me. I want to feel your release all over my cock,” I groan, looking at her through my lower eyelids.
“Thor, I love it when you talk dirty; it turns me on.”
I rub her swollen flesh, her pussy clutches me tight, and we fall over the edge together.
The next day.
My cell beeps, and I grab it, sliding my finger over the screen.
Demon ~ I need to talk to you.
Fuck!
Diablo ~ I’ll be there in a few.
I toss my cell on the nightstand and turn to look at my woman. I’m keeping her forever. She agreed to be my Old Lady and to marry me. I need to get her a ring.
I lean over to kiss her, moving my lips down her neck. I suck and mark her more.
“Thor, you're insatiable.”
“Damn straight. I will always want you.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“I’m hungry,” She says, moving her hand down and grabs my cock.
“Yeah, this has to be quick because my Prez called me.”
“Oh, is everything okay?”
“Yes, but I’m going to tell him everything you told me.”
“Okay.”
“Baby, let’s take a shower.”
“Yes.”
I slide out of bed, pick her up, and walk to the shower. I lather her body, paying extra attention to my pussy. I lick her swollen flesh and suck, feeling her tense, and the gush of her honey flows out.
“Thor,” She yells, holding onto my hair.
“Yes, Baby, give me your sugar,” I moan, licking up all of her honey.
I stand, pushing her up against the shower wall, thrusting deep inside heaven. I fuck her fast, filling her up with my release. We get out of the shower, and I get ready, looking at her. I pull out a t-shirt and give it to her.
“Baby, I won’t be long. Here’s my T-shirt for you to wear. I’ll get you something to wear from my sister.
“Okay, but I would like to burn the damn dress!”
“We can do that.”
“Great. After you're done with your Prez, could we have something to eat?”
“Yes, we can go wherever you want.”
“Okay, I’ll just take a nap.”
“Sounds good.”
I walk out of my room, locking the door. I walk down the hallway to the Demon’s Office; the door is open. I knock, looking at my Brother, and walk inside.
“So, did you find your girl,” Demon says, raising his brow.
“Yes. She’s my Old Lady, and we will marry in a few months. I have something to tell you,” I hum, pulling at my beard.
“Okay, but let me tell you what I found out. The informant on the street heard that David J. Benson was looking for his daughter, Athena. So I’m assuming that your girl in your room is Athena?”
“Yes, that’s what I wanted to tell you. Athena was engaged to marry Mazzo when I met her, but I didn’t know that.
Benson is forcing Athena to marry Mazza because Mazza will provide funds for his campaign.
I didn’t know, so it was a fucking shock to run into her at the gas station in her wedding dress. She ran away from the wedding when she heard Benson and Mazza talking.
Mazza only wants to marry her to get an heir but plans to sell her off or kill her. That means that that bastard is in human trafficking.
Benson doesn’t fucking care since he’s not her biological father. Athena is adopted. Benson told Mazza that his wife brought her home, claiming that her sister couldn’t raise her.
Benson threatened to kill Athena and confessed that he had killed her mother. It was not an accident as we thought.
So, my mind is going crazy.
Do you think it’s possible that Athena Hunter Benson is Moose and Lethal’s sister?
I’m going to kill Mazza and Benson if they get near her,” I hiss, grinding my molars.
“Well, it would be fucking amazing. Mazza can’t fucking do a damn thing about her breaking off the wedding. Benson is fucked when he learns about the photos. He can kiss his political career goodbye. I think that we should run a DNA test on Athena to see if she’s the lost sister.
It's fucking amazing how destiny works, it’s all connected,” Demon hums, nodding.
“Right, so I’m going to take my Old Lady out to eat,” I say, pushing off the chair.
“Fuck! I think it would be best if you eat here. Have the Prospect bring you some food,” Demon says, raising his brows.
“Hell, you’re right. It’s dangerous for Athena. I don’t think that they know where she is. So, we need to grab their balls and have them feel the squeeze. I don’t want them after her,” I growl, resting my hands on my waist.
“That’s the plan. We need to do it ASAP and get the DNA. The fuckers will think twice before coming after her. She’s fucking family. I want Church at six to review our findings,” Demon hums.
“Right, I’ll shoot the text to the Brothers.”