Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Ghost
The fire inside me threatened to burst free and burn everyone in my wake. I’d never had to employ such patience with a woman before. But when my Club Prez, Maze, had called, demanding I, “Get my ass over to the Club pronto,” I had to stuff down my inner demons and leave Kayla locked in the basement on her own.
It wasn’t an ideal situation. The trap house was a last resort. A place to stash Kayla so the Devil’s Riders couldn’t find her. Ideal or not though, it was going to have to do until I could take my woman with me somewhere safer and more private. Once there, I’d teach her how to behave and how to please me. By the time I was done, her will would be mine and she’d never try to leave me again.
Jumping on my bike, I headed over to the Watchmen Clubhouse. My thoughts, getting darker by the moment, were on Kayla and what I was going to do to her as soon as I got back from this fucking errand of Maze’s. Visions of her sucking and riding my dick caused my pants to tent out as I considered all the different ways I’d bend the beautiful woman to my will. And the anticipation, along with the blue balls, were absolutely driving me crazy.
By the time I arrived at the Clubhouse, my nerves and my dick, were strained to the max. If I didn’t get some relief soon, I was going to detonate like a bomb on anyone dumb enough to cross me.
The Watchmen Clubhouse was a dump. And I should know, as I’d stayed in nothing but dumps my whole life. Despite how much money the Club was taking in these days, none of it had been spent on renovating this dilapidated structure. We often lost power, it was freezing cold during the winter, boiling hot in the summer, and there was an infestation of cockroaches that would have caused a health inspector to condemn the place in under a minute. But that didn’t bother any of the Watchmen. Myself included. The building wasn’t our concern. It’s what it represented that counted.
Sure, the Clubhouse was a cesspool of sin and debauchery. That’s why we liked it. It appealed to our baser nature in every way imaginable. But it was no place to keep Kayla. The men there were as predatory as sharks. Not one of them had an Old Lady, and nobody but whores walked these halls beside the Brothers because anything with a snatch was fair game. If I left Kayla alone with these men for any amount of time, they’d have her beneath them faster than a wolf could chase down an injured rabbit. Of that I had no doubt.
My point was only proven when I walked into the rec room and a scene straight out of Sodom and Gomorrah began to play out in front of me. Two Club bitches, their eyes as empty as their souls, strung out on God knows what, were mindlessly making out with one another on the pool table. Behind them, my Brother Bullet was grunting and pumping away into the malnourished brunette. Growling his orgasm, he ripped out of the brunette’s squelching pussy and came all over her bruised ass. A visiting Brother, Samson, stepped up in his place, yanked down his pants, and drove back into the whore without protection, just like Bullet before him.
Fucking disgusting! These bitches were as filthy as they come. Most of them sold themselves on the street daily for less money than it cost to buy a deli sandwich. Which was why I supposed they came here. This might be a dump. But it was one where they could shoot up and nod off in relative peace every night. I wouldn’t be caught dead sticking my dick in their diseased snatches even if they were the last pussies on earth. But my Brothers didn’t seem to care who’s hole they nutted in. Most of them had a death wish and lived life from moment to moment like it was their last. Because for many of us, that was the truth. The threat of consequences didn’t seem to affect us much because we knew we were all just one bullet away from a hard death in the end.
“About time,” Maze snarked, as he spotted me walking toward him.
The leader of this ragtag group was just as dark and demented as his troops. On some days, I think he was the worst of us all.
“What’s the problem?” I demanded, pissed that I’d been torn away from Kayla for some issue that could probably have been handled over the phone.
Maze quirked a graying brow at me. Despite that tell-tale sign of aging, there was nothing weak about this man. “Your bitch is the problem. I just got a call from a friend and he said that the Devils are as mad as a kicked hornet’s nest over the girl’s abduction. They’re up in arms over it and are willing to burn our Clubhouse down to the ground if we don’t return the cunt.”
Maze didn’t have friends, so I was assuming he meant one of his informants had gotten word about the Devils moving in on our Club. Fuck! I needed more time. I’d expected that the bumbling giant would lose his shit and try to get my girl back, but I hadn’t anticipated his whole Club would have jumped into the mix so soon. This wasn’t just a problem. It was a goddamned cluster-fuck of epic proportion.
“He can’t prove I took her,” I argued, with a shrug. “And without evidence, his Club can’t move in on ours. Not without angering some of our mutual allies. And the Devil’s Riders aren’t stupid enough to do that.”
“Stupid has nothing to do with it, Ghost,” Maze returned, his blue eyes as cold as a winter’s snowfall. “Though I don’t understand why, they’re willing to go to the mats for this bitch. And we can’t afford to fight their Club head on. Not yet, at least.”
“I need more time,” I hotly argued.
Maze shook his head. “There ain’t no time left, Ghost. You need to end this right now.”
I frowned with disgust. “What the fuck does that mean?”
My Prez’s face grew harder than it already was. “The bitch is dead weight. Have your fun with her then ditch her body somewhere visible. We need her death to look like a mugging gone bad. Our Club’s close to securing the Vancouver deal we worked on all summer. I won’t do anything to fuck that up. It’s too goddamned important and I don’t need the stink of her corpse on Watchmen hands.”
Our Club had moved into the drug business when our competition, the Jacks, had crumbled. Our drug of choice? Fentanyl. It made us a shit-ton of capital and was single-handedly paying each man in this MC an ungodly amount of cash each year. The Vancouver deal would easily quadruple our annual earnings. Money that would fund a whole host of activities. Including the take down of our enemies. Number one on that list being the Devil’s Riders.
I’d never asked for anything while being a member of this fucking Club. I’d kept my head down, carried out the dirtiest jobs nobody else wanted to do, and now I was being refused the one thing I’d ever asked for! Kayla. I’d never even cared about the money. It had always been about the power. About the freedom. About the control.
My blood began to boil at the thought of what I was being ordered to do, but I didn’t outwardly react. I couldn’t afford to if I didn’t want Maze to put a bullet in my head for refusing his command.
I could hear the whore on the pool table moaning away and I wanted to shout at her to shut the fuck up. Cutting a scowl in her direction, I saw that three Brothers were currently stuffing their cocks in every available hole the skank had to offer. And, while I might not be a bitch with my legs spread right about now, I had to acknowledge, we were all, each and every one of us, someone’s bitch in the end.
But for me, that time wasn’t now. And Maze wasn’t about to bend me over the pool table like he owned me. Club loyalty or not, I, like always, was going to look out for my own interests first.
Play-acting subservient like the whores behind me, I took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll get rid of her.”
However, I had no intention of following through on that deal. Kayla was mine and I had enough money for us to go somewhere nobody would ever find us. Somewhere we could start a new life together without fear of any Clubs coming around.
Maze studied my flat expression before saying, “You have twenty-four hours to have your fun. I can keep the Devils off your back for that long at least. Enjoy yourself and text me as soon as the job is done.”