Chapter 34 #3
“Fuck yes.” Paint plants a fist on the table. “She’s one of the best. The way her tight cunt hugs your dick. And that mouth…?”
“Too right, Brother,” Piston agrees. “Hey, Freak. Take one of the others. Trixie’s going to be missed. What about Sweetie? She’s got a whiny voice, but it’s okay if you put something in her mouth to shut her up.”
Not to be left out, Tempest lets a slow grin come to his face, he stares into the distance dreamily. “Now Trix does this thing…
“Watch it,” I vaguely hear, the voice sounding like it’s coming from a distance.
“Oh fuck,” someone says.
My muscles bunch in my arms, and I start to rise from my seat. My mind begins to blank, going somewhere distant, turning me into a killing machine.
“Fuckin’ get hold of him!”
Faintly I hear Prez’s voice coming from somewhere as I launch myself up and over the table, aiming at the sergeant-at-arms, but he’s already moving, and damn him, he’s rolled underneath, scrabbling to get out the other side.
With my eyes set firmly on my target I drop to my knees, only to feel several bodies landing on me, preventing me from getting close to my quarry who’s now scurried out the opposite side of the table.
My hands are wrenched behind me, I shoot back my head, feeling my skull hitting flesh, and hearing a satisfying exclamation of pain.
But it doesn’t stop the zip ties being fastened around my wrists, then, I’m pushed off balance, and a heavy weight lands on my chest. Through the red mist I see Short, and though I twist and turn, I can’t shift him off.
What the fuck is he doing? He’s got his hand on my jean covered dick and he’s…
“Get off!” I screech, my voice at least two octaves louder as he places his fist straight into my crotch.
At least he has the grace to move off me, not that I can do shit, I bend double, my chest heaving as wheezing sounds leave my mouth.
I’m vaguely aware of my feet being pulled together.
Then, ankles obviously bound, I’m unceremoniously picked up by Short and Piston, dragged back around the table to my chair, where I’m dumped down so hard my tail bone stings.
The cacophony of instructions being shouted around me die down, as I glare, loudly swearing revenge on all the motherfuckers, and fight against my bindings.
Slowly I become aware that Bullseye is banging his gavel, and one by one, my senses return to me.
Only to see Tempest is doubled up laughing in his seat.
Fuck, he was only goading me. And I fucking lost it.
Bowing my head in shame, I glance up from under my eyelashes, checking nobody’s been hurt. There doesn’t seem to be anyone else, only me, though Winchester is ruefully rubbing at his head.
“You listening, Freak?” Bullseye barks in that voice the commands attention.
Assuming I am, he continues, “The brothers are yanking your chain. Haven‘t you noticed Trixie’s rarely been going with anyone, or not for months? Saint’s ol’ lady has got her doing other duties, and feeding us seems to be as good as her servicing other needs. ” What he’s saying is sinking in.
Tempest is staring at me, remorse in his face. “Got to be honest, Freak. I prefer the younger pussy.”
“Fuckin’ right,” states Piston.
“I agree with the sergeant-at-arms. Trixie’s done her time,” Words pronounces.
Then, he grows serious, and in his professional voice, he states somberly, “We all know Trixie can’t leave the club.
And while she’s not a senior citizen, she’s no spring chicken.
I, for one, am fuckin’ glad to have her staying here, she’s become a damn fine cook under Pippa’s tutelage.
I’ve got no argument with him claiming her. ”
Not quite so eloquently, his sentiment is echoed around the table.
It’s only Rattler who doesn’t seem happy. He places both hands on the table. “So why didn’t we start with that? What was all the math about? Equations, percentages, ratios and fuckin’ fractions. Fuck me.”
“You offering yourself as an alternative to Trix?” Paint grins widely.
Rattler palms his dick, and looks at his brother. “Why, you interested?”
Presumably sensing this could go sideways again real quick, Prez bangs the gavel.
“Before we vote, I want to remind you we owe a debt to Trixie. She saved Ace, and I made a promise to her, that we’d find a way to repay it.
” As he pauses, serious nods come from all sides of the table.
“We vote. All say aye who agree Trixie’s to be released from being club property, and to Freak taking her as his old lady. ”
I hold my breath, but the ayes abound. When Bullseye asks for nays, there’s silence. Speechless, I can only watch as he picks up the gavel again, “So voted. Freak’s got a ball and chain.” He rubs tired hands across his face. “Someone fuckin’ untie him, will ya?”
No weapons are allowed in church, so it’s Words who offers to go get a knife. It seems ages, and then I’m free. My anger’s disappeared as though it had never been, usual for me when I freak out. My dick throbs though, as a reminder of what went down.
In a voice still higher than normal, I tell them, “Thank you, Brothers.”
Bullseye sighs loudly. “And another one bites the dust.”
“Think there’s some kind of disease going around,” Stalker drawls.
Rattler draws into himself, crossing his arms protectively. “Well, it’s never going to fuckin’ infect me.”