Chapter Five
Church is always too fucking crowded. All these sweaty men sitting around a table, chatting about club business, makes me want to pluck out my eyeballs.
It’s always money this… money that. Do they ever talk about anything else?
I mean, seriously, I get that they have all these businesses they run, some legit, some not so much, but they could talk about something more interesting.
Where’s the drama? Where’s the fucking action?
I lazily lay across their table. The seven club royalty, or whatever the fuck they call themselves, are sitting around me, staring at my body with hungry eyes.
A few of the members are posted up against the walls, but the prospects and a couple of lower members are hanging around the clubhouse somewhere.
Their eyes can’t look away, and I’m sure every single one of them is undressing me with their minds, keeping it from Phantom so he doesn’t know.
Drac’s standing at the head of the table with a tiny little gavel in his hand.
From this angle, he almost looks sexy. The number of times I’ve pictured myself fucking that man is insane.
But then his new wifey had to show up and change him.
He’s not as hard and forbidden now, which takes all the fun out of it.
I half thought about making Phantom jealous by fucking my way through his brothers, starting with Drac, but back before Krueger died, women were treated with respect.
They didn’t sleep around as much. I guess after Ghost Pappy died, things got a little wild around the club, and the rules severely changed.
There were a couple of times I thought I’d be forced to do things with members, but Phantom always stepped in and prevented that from happening, no matter where we stood in our relationship.
The toxicity of our torrent love affair was enough to light Chernobyl for weeks.
If Phantom and I weren’t fighting, we were fucking, playing a dangerous game of ‘Will they, won’t they?
’ for most of our life. Jealousy fueled our desire.
Neither of us wanted the other to be touched by someone else, but never got serious enough to lay claim.
He played… I played… it was supposed to be a fun little game, only it made us both a bit crazy. Me more so than him.
It's why I made a few mistakes I can’t take back.
Like fucking Creeper after getting pissed off at Phantom, and trying to make him mad.
If Phantom fucked like a madman, then Creeper fucked like a goddamn criminal.
The sex was explosive… animalistic… the kind of sex that leaves you breathless and questioning your morals.
The man truly knew how to make a girl get off.
To say I was impressed was an understatement.
But I was still fucked up after Damien’s death, and Phantom really couldn’t understand why.
He got angry with me and pushed me away, and I found solace in someone else’s arms…
a man that quickly shot to my top two fucks of all time.
Hey, wait a damn minute… didn’t Damien say that some guys weren’t as good in the bedroom as they seemed?
My head shoots up to look at the devil in the corner, who’s smiling so fucking smugly I want to slap it off his goddamn face.
“Thinking about me again, Dollface?”
“You wish, asshole.”
He only smiles wider. “You’ve figured it out, haven’t you?” He moves from the shadow he was hiding in, the devil in his eyes only strengthening.
“I’ve only been with two guys here.”
If he wasn’t already missing half his face, I’d carve the rest of his smirk out of it.
“Technically, you’ve been with three.” He grabs the lapels of his cut and grins.
“I must say, I love how you screamed my name during the deed too. You weren’t even focused on the one who had his dick in you.
” His head turns, spends a few seconds looking at Creeper, then that smile fucking spreads even wider.
“Some people need tremendous amounts of help in the bedroom.”
“Stop trying to put gross thoughts in my head, Damien. You and I have never ever fucked.”
“Aww, Dollface, you called me Damien. You just made my day!”
“Piss off before I piss in your eyehole, Sir Holes A-Lot.”
“Will you two shut the fuck up? Church is about to start, and I don’t need to hear your bickering in the middle of it!
” Krueger growls, standing next to his son with the proudest look on his face.
That man has nothing but love for his son, and I swear he’s his silent protector with the way he’s always watching out for him and keeping him from getting hurt.
Before I can say another word, Drac pounds his gavel, calling the meeting to order. “I’ve called Church today to talk about the Misfits and the sudden influx of Little Italy that’s appearing in town.”
Everyone in the room goes quiet, including Damien, which isn’t like him.
Drac’s gaze roves over his brothers, briefly stopping on me, who’s currently sitting Indian style on the table, pretending to meditate. If I try to block out this nonsense, maybe it’ll go faster.
“Since Moseley “lost control” of the Misfits, he’s been buying up every vacant building he can get his hands on in Fernley.
Now there’s been a surge of shady looking men in business suits traipsing around town.
Hannibal, can you please go over what I gave you earlier?
” Drac air quotes the words lost control because he knows it’s BS just like the rest of them.
Hannibal immediately begins reading the pages in front of him, referencing every building the man’s bought and how he’s still tied to the Raging Misfits MC even though he claimed not to be.
Apparently, Moseley is one of the Misfit’s uncles.
Which one? I honestly couldn’t give a fuck, but they’re apparently the worst of the worst.
“I feel like it’s important to do some scouting. Phantom, I’m putting you and Bigfoot in charge of the Prospects. Delegate them to do some recon. Gremlin would be a good choice to get close to them. That kid can blend in anywhere.”
“On it,” Bigfoot says, doing his best to look good for their Prez. Phantom, on the other hand, is sitting there looking at his hands, wringing them together as he fights whatever demons are going on behind that thick skull of his.
“Phantom, are you even fucking listening?”
Blake’s head shoots up in confusion, then he sheepishly shrugs. “Sorry, Prez, got some shit on my mind.”
“Well, knock it the fuck off. It’s time to pull your head out of your goddamn ass and be a part of this club.
We put that patch on your back because you earned it, Phantom, but we can also take that shit away if you can’t fucking get this goddamn ghost shit out of your head.
Voorhees, I asked Amber to reach out to Autumn for you. Do you know where we are with it?”
“Amber tracked her down; we’re just waiting for her to respond. Shouldn’t be too much longer.”
“Good, make that shit sooner, not later. This motherfucker is going bat-shit crazy over here. I literally had to force his ass to take a shower this morning.”
And what a glorious shower it was! God, the way that water touched him in places I wish I could get my ghostly hands on. I’d give my left titty for a tiny taste of his cum again.
“Keep squirming like that, Dollface, and I’ll take you right here in front of Phantom and everyone.”
“I think you mean God and everyone, stupid.”
He winks. “Well, Phantom is your god, sweetheart. Therefore, he’s the center of your universe.”
“Damn straight he is.”
Shaking his head, he shoots Kreuger a pathetic look. “Told you I have no chance, Old Timer. Pay up.”
“You’re betting on me now?”
“Only your loss of virtue.” Damien grins. I hate him. More than I’ve ever hated anyone. Always so suave. He’s infuriatingly charismatic for a dead guy, and his face would be flawlessly perfect except for the empty eye socket.
“Fuck off, Damien!”
He smirks before heading back to his corner of doom.
“Pinhead, where we at with the club financials?”
Pinhead looks at his book of numbers and shakes his head.
“Tow service is doing great as always, and because of the chop shop, shit has never looked better.” He shoots Drac a proud look.
The man built his own profitable business after buying an old scrapyard.
Now it was the club’s main business. “Stealing that last shipment back got our suppliers back on board.
Guess the Misfits burned a few bridges with them, and now they are looking at us to start doing some errands for them.
“Whose gonna be in charge of errands this time?” Drac questions.
He means stolen goods. I didn’t know shit about that side of the club until after I died, and had to sit through all these stupid club meetings.
“Shipment is locked and ready for transport,” Pinhead informs them. “Hannibal, Voorhees, and I are all on the next run.”
Drac nods. The man keeps his nose relatively clean. Someone has to be the face for the community, and now that Mr. Prezie Poo has a Mrs. Drac and a pint-sized crotch goblin, and another semen seed on the way, he’s been trying to steer the club away from the shadier business transactions.
“A few more shipments and we should be set for years. This next one is going to be big.”
“If the Misfits or Moseley don’t get wind of it,” Krampus grumbles.
“They won’t,” Pinhead argues.
“Moseley knows everything that goes on in this town, and even though we found the mole and got rid of her, I know he’s got spies everywhere. I wouldn’t be surprised if he has one in the room now.”
They all look around, each one staring at the brother next to them to see if they are somehow the rat.
“If there’s a rat in our ranks, I’ll fucking flush them out,” Voorhees exclaims.
Nobody moves. If someone is against the club, they aren’t sitting amongst us. If I had to guess, my money would be on one of the lower-ranking members sitting in the club hall, or maybe even one of the triplets… if not all. Those prospects look fucking shifty.
“My money’s on Creature, Hyde, or Bates,” Damien shouts from the corner.
Krueger nods his head in silence, looking at his son for guidance that doesn’t come.
“Has Jaws got the cameras installed yet?”
Hannibal nods. “We’re working on it. It’s kinda hard to install cameras when people never sleep.”
Drac runs a hand over his face. “Make sure that shit gets done soon. I need some eyes and ears on the shop and clubhouse, especially now that I’m hardly ever here.”
“You don’t need to be, Prez. That’s what Krampus and I are here for. We got your back,” Voorhees informs him.
Drac silently stands there for a minute before shaking his head.
“Alright, let's get things moving. I wanna get these last few shipments out so we can start moving towards more legit endeavors, and I need those cameras up fucking ASAP. I’m tired of shit getting leaked to Moseley and the Misfits, and our club suffering because of it.”
Most of the council agrees, but there are some in the club who have way too much fun being bad. They didn’t join because they love to ride; they joined because they like to cause trouble and mayhem.
“Meeting adjourned.”
They all rise and start off in different directions.
Damn it, I wasn’t done with my meditation yet!
As they file out of the room, Damien stands behind Creeper and winks, nodding his head slightly to the second best fuck I’ve ever had.
“You're welcome,” he whispers. That shit-eating grin can go kick rocks for all I care.
I shoot Krueger a look of disgust, but the old man’s too focused on his son to see me.
“Please tell me you weren’t inside him the whole time.”
Damien shrugs and then charismatically moves closer.
“Just remember, Dollface, once you have poltersex, you’ll never go living again.
Us ghosts are always stiff, have never-ending stamina, and we never fucking sleep.
” He moves a strand of hair off my shoulder and smirks.
“I’ll make you hit that high note you only make when you cum. All you have to do is invite me in.”
Before I can wash the ick off me, he disappears through one of the walls, leaving me hot, bothered, and ready to take a bath. Too bad ghosts can’t take showers, because I need an ice bath right about now.