Chapter 40
Showalter, Toi and Angel walked into the lobby of the clubhouse, following behind the guard. Once they entered the lobby area, which had red walls with a black counter, and black leather seats against the wall and red carpet on the floor. They walked up a set of stairs that had a dark wooden railing, red walls and black carpet on the stairs. They were led into a room that was an attempt to take the vision back into the dark Victorian ages.
The large room they walked into had a wide-open space with vaulted wood ceilings made from dark cherry wood. The room seemed to follow the same theme as the lobby with red walls, flame lit lights along the walls with glass globes, cherry wood floors and bar. The mirror behind the bar covered one wall with glass shelving in front of it with dark cherry wood surrounding them. The bar itself, also a dark cherry wood, was the length of both the wall and the mirror with a small flap on one end that opened up and down allowing the bar tender to enter and exit, as well as place the drinks for the servers to get. There was a touch screen computer at the very end of the bar next to the flap for them to put in their drink orders.
The guard led them through the room to another room that was similar in design, only difference, instead of a dance floor with tables and chairs, the dance floor area had mainly tables with curved upholstered benches that wrapped around the table leaving a section for them to get in and out and the servers to see the patrons face to face. There were TVs in several areas of the wall that played music videos for the patrons to watch while they sat at their tables if they wanted to. Along one far wall, facing the entranceway, was a platform that had a large throne sitting in the middle of it, facing out into the room for the ‘king’ to survey his kingdom.
In said throne was a tall male with a lanky runner’s build, hair that was shaggy looking, and blue eyes. Showalter could see the resemblance between him and Diesel. He wore black mascara to fit into the goth scene. He wore biker boots with black pleather pants, a black button-down shirt with the sleeves ripped off that showed his arms, which were bare of any tattoos except the mark on the right shoulder that she could only assume was a branded onto his arm as a show of allegiance to Krieger since it was the letter ‘K’ with fanged teeth at the bottom of the ‘K’.
When the three women stood in front of the platform, staring up at the man on the throne, Showalter to moan internally at the moronic arrogance the man attempted to display. While those who didn’t know him would probably fawn over him and think the man was amazing and ruled the world, she and the other two knew better, so they weren’t impressed with what they saw.
“Welcome to my humble abode.”
“Interesting ‘abode’ I have to say. Different from some others I’ve been to.” Showalter tilted her head to look at the man, letting her boredom shine through.
“And how does this one feel to you?”
“You are?” Showalter asked, instead of answering his question.
“Sin. I’m the owner of this place. You are?”
“You can call me Domme. These are my girls, Toi and Angel. And to answer your question, I’ve seen better. You’re trying too hard with the decor.”
“Watch it, little girl. You may be a queen to these two, but you’re in my world now, and you will bow to me.” Sin declared, his Ukrainian accent getting thicker with his flaring anger.
“I bow to no man. Never have, never will. You’re the one who pulled me out of the line to come in here. Your guards wouldn’t take no for an answer. I only wanted to come and have a few drinks with friends, not meet a man who claims to be a king. Besides, I was supposed to be meeting Woody here tonight.” Showalter commented, setting the stage for what was to come.
“Why the hell would you be meeting that cockroach in my club?”
“Well, Sin, he was the one who set the meet. He wanted to know if me or my girls have found anything on Diego since he’s disappeared after he got rid of some fanger he was meeting in San Diego. Apparently, the dipshit thinks he’s smart enough to run an MC or something. I give no shits as long as I get paid for the information I have to give.”
“And what information is that?”
Showalter pretended to be bored with the questions as she looked over at Angel and Toi and rolled her eyes and then pretended to be picking her nails as she watched Symon out of the corner of her eye. She watched him fidget, getting frustrated because she wasn’t bowing at his every command. When he stood up, she looked over at the man, quirking an eyebrow.
“I asked a question, woman. You’re in my domain and you will answer me when I speak to you,” Symon Dennosvich bellowed, walking down the steps of the platform and getting into Showalter’s face.
“One, I wouldn’t be in your domain if you hadn’t instructed your man to pull me out of the line. I would still be in line with my friends, three of them are still outside waiting to get inside. Two, I told you I wouldn’t provide any information unless I was paid. And three, I have no fucking clue who you are other than who you claim to be. Do not dictate to me what I’m going to do. Seems you need to be taught what my nickname means. These women, and anyone who knows me, call me Domme. You play at being an alpha man. I am an alpha woman, which makes me a Domme. What that means is when I give an order, they follow it. If you can’t understand that not everything falls under your power, that is your problem, not mine, Mr. Sin. Now, since my night has been ruined by a fuck boy who thinks he’s going to control me…”
Symon struck while Showalter was talking, catching her across the jaw. Anticipating the movement, she had already changed her stance well before when he was coming down the platform. Letting him have the one swing so it could be declared self-defense, Showalter struck.
Grabbing his arm when Symon came back with another punch in the face, she grabbed his hand and took him down in a controlled arm-bar, making him scream out in pain as he went down to his knees. Toi and Angel took control of the two guards who came to defend their boss as Peaches, Duong and Gigi entered the area where they all were.
Duong had her phone out, sending a message to Diesel. Within a matter of seconds, they could hear the sounds of motorcycles pulling up outside the club since it was multiple of them.
“Now, that wasn’t very nice of you and your boys. I was very pleasant in telling you no. Had you told me why you wanted the information, I could have made a deal with you. But Woody is going to meet me elsewhere now, to discuss my proposition for the products I’m procuring.”
“What the fuck does that asshole think he has that you want to buy, cunt?”
“See, I’ve given you every chance to be a good little boy and you continue to be a childish fuck boy whose favorite toy was taken away. Now, unless you can guarantee me a better product than Woody boy, there is nothing to be discussed.”
“What product are you trying to obtain, whore?” Symon sneered at Showalter.
“Keep calling me names and the only thing you’re going to get is my foot up your ass. I don’t do business with people who are disrespectful to women like me. The way you’re acting, I doubt you can help me, anyway.” Showalter decided, releasing Symon from the hold and stepping back with the small group she was with.
“Let’s go, ladies. I’ll find someone else to procure what I am looking for. Peaches, check with your contact for someone reputable in the flesh trade. Not the slackers Gigi found with that bullshit MC.”
“Flesh trade? Anything in particular you are looking for?”
“Young, white, dark hair, blue eyes. Preferably a virgin whose virginity I can sell to the highest bidder, but if not, she will still fetch a high price. Woody stated he had one he’d just found for me.”
“What if I said I could find you one better? After all, it is what the Fangs are best known for, besides fear and bloodshed.”
“Fangs? Let me guess, you’re a ‘Twilight’ fan?” Showalter needled Symon, wanting him to explode so she could have the pleasure of inflicting more pain on the asshole.
“Watch it, bitch! The Golden Fangs will own your ass and your bitches and the only flesh trade you’ll be doing will be what you’re ordered to fuck!” Symon growled into her face.
“You lay a fucking finger on me and every mother fucking Satan’s Outlaws around the fucking globe will own you, your mother, your sperm donor and every fucking cunt you’ve ever fucked and kids you’ve left in their asses.” Showalter advised Symon, looking him dead in the eyes as she spoke.
“The Satan’s Outlaws wouldn’t dare send their whores to do their dirty work…”
“Call my sister a whore again, and any chances of you surviving to do any kind of business will diminish right now!” Odin Showalter growled as he walked in with an army behind him.
Jackson had loaned those with Odin’s MC cuts from the Satan’s Outlaws, making them honorary members for this operation. Included in that army was Viper, his men, Highlander and his team. The only ones missing were the females. Apparently, they wanted to see what Symon would do before they allowed Diesel to appear just yet.
“How did you get in here? Who are you people?” Symon screeched at the men.
“Are you deaf or something?” Odin asked, looking at Showalter, who just shrugged and grinned as she nodded for the females to fall back behind her. “I believe my sister just advised you she is a member of our MC and yet you still disrespected her. One of your men advised her to meet here for a product that our MC is buying. Now, if that was misinformation, I want it dealt with because that’s not only an insult to my sister, but to me and my MC prez at the same time.”
Symon looked between the large group of men who dared to make their presence known in his club and Showalter. Showalter could tell he was furious and was probably planning retaliation if what they knew of the Golden Fangs was correct. Her phone dinged and she pulled it out.
“Stall as long as you can. Oz has a drone in the building to verify blueprint found of the club. Need at least ten to fifteen minutes.”
Showalter forwarded the text to her brother and the rest of the team that was inside with her. She had no problems stalling if it meant that it would help them nail this fucker. She had to give Diesel props for surviving this jackass. Taking him down would be her and everyone on the team’s pleasure.
“You said you were with the Golden Fangs. Are you saying that Woody is not partnered with you? We know he is a Red Dragon, yet he seems to do business with your club.” Showalter stepped forward, nodding at her brother, then to his waist where his phone was sitting.
“We are associates. Well, let me rephrase that. Unless the dead man walking can advise me where my brother-in-law, Kraven, and that fucking loser they have for a prez, Diego have disappeared to, our business together is about to be severed.” Symon growled towards Showalter as if he was trying to regain his control.
“Alright, I’ll broker a deal with you. You get me what I’m looking for, and I’ll do business with you. You want information on your brother-in-law, I’ll get that for you.” Showalter shrugged nonchalantly.
“And you’ll get me that information how, when my own men can’t get that for me?” Symon questioned skeptically, tilting his head towards
“I have ways, Symon Dennsovitch, the LA bitch boy of Frank Krieger. See, Satan’s Outlaws have a vast network that you and your Golden Fangers wish they could have. We’ve been building our network since the late forties. You’re still newbies in the game. I knew who you were before I walked into this establishment. I may have tits and a pussy, and you boys think we are stupid. In fact, women who really use their brains are better investigators than the F-B-fucking I. So, you want to know what’s going down with your Kraven boy, then you get me what I want, and you have a deal. You cross me, I’ll make sure my boys wipe you and every fucking thing you love off the galaxy.” Showalter stared Symon in the eyes, letting him know she meant serious business.
“Your payment?” Symon growled towards Showalter.
“What Woody promised me. Young girl, blue eyes, darkish hair, and curvy. Asshat says he had me a girl but then stood me up tonight. I want my payment. Get me what I want, I’ll get you what you want.”