Chapter 2 #2
Richard’s eyes widened.
“Those sharp edges will tear up his rectum,” Boot declared. “Though, what’s a bit of ass blood between friends?”
Sketch’s high-pitched whimpers began to echo again.
I rolled my eyes to the right, and they fell on an old-fashioned white mouse, attached to his computer by a wire.
A crazy idea filled my head, and I leaned down again until my eyes were level with Sketch’s, grinning like a fucking lunatic.
“It’s okay, Richard,” I crowed. “I know exactly what we’re gonna do to you, and the good news is, it won’t tear your asshole up.
His shoulders slumped in relief, and his whimpers calmed.
I leaned across the desk, grabbing the mouse wire and giving it a hard tug until it ripped away from the computer. Then I held it up for the asshole to see, my teeth flashing with my big-assed smile as I declared,
“But unfortunately for you, Dick. The butt plug of consequence seldom comes lubed.”
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The Arizona chapter’s SAA, Tempest’s head reared back slightly. “So you’re tellin’ me that you shoved a computer mouse up his ass, then left him tied face down to a table naked with a stab wound through his hand and ‘Property of the Kings’ written across his ass cheeks in Sharpie pen?”
Bootneck’s eyes danced with humor as he sat back, his stare glued to the stripper who was on stage, shaking her tits to “Cherry Pie” by Warrant. “He’s a pervert. Deserved everythin’ he got.”
Bullseye, the president, took a swig of beer, shaking his head incredulously. “Well, damn. The office cleaners are gonna get a shock tomorrow mornin’.”
I almost choked on my beer as a wave of laughter rose around the table.
Fabio ran a hand through his blond locks, chuckling. “We did him a favor and left the mouse wire hangin’ out. The paramedics just need to give it a quick tug, and it’ll pop out of his asshole without much effort. It’s not like they’ll need to surgically remove it or anythin’.”
Freak, the chapter’s enforcer, leaned forward. “You should’ve got a recordin’ and sent it to Big Daddy. He could roll it out to all the other chapters like one of those corporate trainin’ videos. We could use it as a KOA callin’ card for perverts all over the country.”
“Believe me, brother, it wasn’t all that.
” Bootneck grimaced. “I had to hold the motherfucker’s asshole open wide with my bare hands while Fabio shoved the mouse up there.
It was unhygienic as all fuck, and that mouse was a bulky little fucker, so it took some effort to squeeze it in.
Prez was bustin’ a gut so hard, it took him three attempts to mount his ride. ”
The boys started laughing, and I knew our story would be hitting every KOA chapter within hours. Bikers were worse than bitches when it came to gossip and getting in each other’s business, the curtain-twitching motherfuckers.
Bullseye gave Tempest a nudge and jerked his chin toward the bar. “Get lost, brother. I wanna have a private chat with Pagan.”
“Go help,” I told Bootneck and Fabio.
The men stood and walked away, laughing and joking as they weaved through the thick crowd of men watching the stage.
“Sounds like an eventful day,” my buddy muttered, taking a swig from his bottle.
I picked at the label on mine, grinning to myself. “Yeah. It made the journey down here more interestin’, that’s for sure.”
“Not like you to go gaga over a woman. Never known you to get so invested in a female before.”
“Don’t often meet anyone who can hold my interest past one night. You know what it’s like. This life ain’t for the faint-hearted. We need special women to put up with it.”
“And us,” he muttered.
I nodded my agreement. “Yeah, and us.”
“You lookin’ to settle down?” Bullseye asked.
“I’ll see how things go. Aislynn could turn out to be a dud.
It’s not just me I have to think about; it’s my boys, too.
I loved their mom, but she wasn’t strong enough for this life.
Cuttin’ her loose wasn’t easy, but I did it, and I can do it again, but this time I need to stay detached.
Got a lot goin’ on and I need to put all my energy into makin’ my chapter a success. ”
“You’ve given up a lot to hold the gavel,” he acquiesced.
I took a pull from my bottle. “We all have. We’re in the big chair ’cause we put the club above our own wants and needs.”
“Still, I’m shocked you wanna go there again after what happened with the boys’ mom. I remember how cut up you were at the time.”
I let out a snort. “Not lookin’ to fall in love, brother.
I’m lookin’ for an ol’ lady and a good woman to help me raise my boys.
Need someone I can trust with a good background and decent ethics who can teach Rex and Roman right from wrong.
She needs to have ambition and do her own thing so she’s not up my ass twenty-four seven.
Aislynn has all that plus a good family and a moral compass, and we get along.
I’ll even go as far as to say I like her, but that’s as far as it goes. ”
“An ol’ lady and kids is the definition of needy,” he told me. “You can’t expect a decent girl to put up with that bullshit. You may as well just get with a club whore who knows the score. Civilians don’t get the life.”
“Aislynn will,” I argued. “She’s connected to the Irish Mob.
She knows how it works. I can’t get invested in a woman; I’ve got a club to run and deals to make.
I can give her anything she wants, but she’s gotta keep the home fires burnin’ while I’m out doin’ what I gotta do.
I have a lot of responsibility, brother, as you well know.
Ain’t got the time or the energy to pander to a woman.
We can have a good life, but she’s gotta do her own thing.
It can’t all be about me, the same way my life can’t be all about her. ”
“Savage,” he muttered. “You need to lay everythin’ out for her, Pagan.”
“I know, but you’re in the same position as me. You get it.”
He took another pull of beer. “Yeah, I get it. Saint seems to be doing okay with havin’ an ol’ lady though. Makes me wonder if it’s just about meetin’ the right one.”
I chuckled. “Heard he got hooked, and by a Fed no less. How the fuck did that happen?”
“She was Secret Service,” Bullseye explained. “Things were contentious there for a while, but it got worked out. Pippa’s cool, and she’s cool with the club.”
“Thank fuck it all worked out,” I muttered, taking another swig. “Last thing you need is a nark who has access to your inner circle.” I jerked my chin toward the bar where the boys were still gathered. “Bootneck’s got a big ol’ aversion to the authorities, especially ones who can deport him.”
Bullseye’s eyebrows creased. “He’s got a green card, right?”
“Yeah, and he’s also done time. If immigration catches up with him, he’s fucked.”
My bud cursed under his breath. “Shit.”
“Yep.” My gaze slid toward the bar to study my SAA. “He saved my life, and the lives of hundreds of other US Marines when we served together. This country owes my brother a debt, but all they wanna do is kick him out.”
“What did he go away for?” Bullseye asked quietly.
“His wife had an affair when he was in Afghanistan. He beat the snot out of the guy she was fuckin’. You gotta bear in mind that he was riddled with PTSD at the time; hell, we all were. Back then, when the war ended, and we all got shipped home, we couldn’t function like humans.”
Bullseye cocked his head. “He didn’t get deported at the time?”
“Nah. He got court-martialed and did time in a military prison. When he got out, he joined the club, and he’s been layin’ low ever since.
Previous administrations didn’t give him a second thought, but this one has, and let’s just say certain government agents wearing masks have been makin’ inquiries locally, and it’s makin’ me nervous. ”
Bullseye nodded thoughtfully. “If he needs to get lost, he’s welcome here.”
I leaned back in my chair. “Thanks, brother. If Boot did come for a visit, I hope it would be fleetin’, just while I got him a whole new identity sorted.”
“Do we know people who can do that?” he asked.
“I’m sure Big Daddy could hook me up, but I know Aislynn knows a guy in Virginia, who’s ex-top-tier Army Intelligence.
She told me he got recruited by the Feds when he was a hacker for the Speed Demons.
Now he works at Quantico, but he’s also part of their Virginia chapter.
He’s with Dagger Stone’s daughter, who just happens to be a close friend of Ash’s.
Apparently, Colt’s the best, and he’s got access to government databases. ”
“Jesus,” Bullseye exclaimed quietly. “Your girl is connected. I’m startin’ to see why you’re so set on her.”
“I’m prez now. Can’t think with my dick, and I certainly can’t be led by it. Need a woman who’ll keep her shit together, and yeah, it doesn’t hurt that she knows people.”
He shook his head, grinning ruefully. “And who said romance was dead?”
I shot him a grin. “Romance ain’t really my thing.”
Bullseye deadpanned. “No shit, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t give you a tiny nugget of wisdom. From what you’ve said, this girl’s smart, and I’m assumin’ she’s beautiful if she’s caught your eye?”
I jerked a nod. “Aislynn’s gorgeous, and yeah, she’s also smart as hell.”
“Does she do cute shit?”
My lips twitched. “All the time.”
Bullseyes nodded thoughtfully. “I’m assumin’ she’s got some sass if she’s held your attention?”
I shrugged. “Enough to pose a challenge, but not enough to piss me off.”
“She’s good enough to be around your boys, so I’m assumin’ she’s a good girl, decent background?”
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Good Catholic Irish family. Strong morals.”
His face split into a grin. “Then I’m sorry to say, my friend, you’re fucked.”
My head reared back slightly. “Huh?”
He sat forward in his chair, elbows to knees, and looked me dead in the eye.
“Girls like that aren’t easily forgotten, Pagan.
They work their way in, find a sweet spot under your skin, and make themselves mighty comfortable there.
One minute you’ll be in control, the next minute, she’ll say somethin’ cute, laugh, or give you some sass, and suddenly, you’re a goner.
” He let out a quiet snort. “You won’t even see it comin’. ”
I had a lot of respect for Bullseye. He was a decent prez and a mentor of sorts, which was why I sat back and shut my mouth. If I carried on arguing, it would just seem like I was being over-defensive.
No point in that.
Opinions were just like assholes; everybody had one. I liked that Bullseye didn’t blow smoke up my backside like everybody else did. He was looking out for me, and although it irritated me to all fuck, it also made me more determined to prove my brother wrong.
He must have sensed I was done talking about it because he asked, “How was the run? No trouble?”
I inclined my head. “Had a smooth ride. The truck met us in Colorado with the hardware, and we drove straight down the I-25. Did your boys check everythin’ was there? I wouldn’t put it past Huntley to try his luck. He’s a rat bastard if I ever saw one.”
“All present and correct,” he confirmed, his eyes narrowing slightly. “If you can’t trust your business partner, why you workin’ with him?”
I grimaced slightly. “Don’t have much choice right now.
He’s the town sheriff, so it’s easier to grease his palm and have him turn the other cheek than the alternative.
Eventually, he’ll try to fuck me over, and things will turn ugly, but while he’s scratchin’ my back, I’ll keep scratchin’ his, at least until I have to stab him in it.
I’ve already had trouble with his pissant, deputy son, and his fuckwit ass-kissing flunkies.
Things went sideways while I established some boundaries at one of our club parties a few weeks ago, but we’re back on track now, albeit tentatively.
We’re a new chapter, still findin’ our feet and establishin’ our business interests.
I don’t need any more complications, at least not until we’re more settled in the area. ”
“Just remember what I’ve always told you, Pagan. You need to be able to trust your inner circle. We’ve got enough shit to deal with without havin’ to play cat and mouse with the people around us.”
“He’s not my inner circle,” I corrected gently. “He’s a means to an end.”
“Good.” Bullseye shot me a grin and gestured toward the bar. “Your boys have just headed off with a stripper each, and a couple of the other girls are throwin’ you some looks. You gonna indulge?”
I twisted my head to see a couple of the girls shooting the shit with the brothers at the bar, while throwing me seductive glances.
“Kinda over it,” I muttered. “Had easy all my life. It’s no fun anymore.”
“I feel ya, brother. Wanna come back to the clubhouse, open a bottle of Macallan, and put the world to rights?”
I dipped my chin. “I owe you an ass whippin’ at poker. You cleaned me out last time.”
He chuckled softly. “They don’t call me Bullseye for nothin’, Pagan. I never miss.”
We stood from the table, and I clapped my friend on the back as we headed for the exit. “Thanks for the chat.”
“Takin’ over the gavel can mess with your head.
You wanna make the big chair your own and do things your way, then you get bogged down with the bullshit, and you realize that livin’ free just means that you have to play by a whole different set of rules.
But remember, there’s always a silver linin’.
” Bullseye’s hand hit my shoulder, and he gave me some serious side-eye.
“I mean, what other job do you know where you get to order men to shove a computer mouse up a pervert’s ass? ”
I busted out a laugh because my friend made a good point.
Being prez had its perks.