Thorsten Wisely Dicey MC

CHAPTER ONE

– THORSTEN –

The fake moan filling the air doesn’t draw my attention. It does, however spike annoyance inside me. There was a time where my cock got hard from the mere thought of fucking a woman with a few of my brothers. Either taking turns or having her take a cock in every hole she has. Now? Repulsion comes close to what I feel.

“Thor,” the bitch moans. “Come take me.”

Hatred seeps into my veins. I hate my damn name when it’s shortened this way, and even more when it’s coming from a sweetbutt who only wants cock. Any cock for that matter.

I keep leaning against the wall and don’t spare her a glance when I grunt, “Bodie. Shut her up with your cock.”

The fifty-four-year-old man grins with his yellow chewing stones and pushes his beer belly slightly up to unbuckle his belt. Bodie whips out his limp, wrinkly dick and feeds the sweetbutt the tip. He has to squeeze it at the root to fire it up. The sweetbutt slobbers like a dog drinking from its bowl after a walk on a hot day.

Repulsion is definitely making bile rise up in my throat. I barely manage to swallow it down until a new wave hits me when Rainer, my father, steps inside the room. His pants are already at his damn ankles.

He takes his cock in hand and rumbles, “Dillard, reverse positions. I’m taking the cunt’s ass. Kayden, get in here, prospect. You need to suck the bitch’s tits ’cause she squeezes her ass damn fine if she gets those nipples sucked.”

Pushing off the wall, I take a step forward to leave the room.

“Not joining us, VP? I’m sure she’ll suck you off first. Ol’ Bodie here is still firing up his dynamite stick.” My father chuckles and then spits in his hand to wet his cock.

“I’m meeting Lenz in five,” I grunt. “Then I’m heading out for the night.”

The fucker is still stroking his cock, eyes set on pussy when he sneers, “Stop overthinking and start living. This deal I made is going to fill our pockets with cash the way my cock is going to stuff this ass full of cum.”

Nice visual, asshole. Great fatherly advice too. Respect, the little I had for the man, evaporated the day he shot my mother in cold blood right before my eyes, traumatizing and fucking-up my younger brother for life.

“I am gonna start living,” I tell him, and manage to throw out the words in a casual way instead of snarling. “It’s why me and the boys are heading into town for some fresh pussy instead of this unattractive cum-bucket you guys are using.”

It’s a lie. One he eats up ’cause the fucker only thinks about handling the two Cs. Cock and cash. There’s never enough of both Cs if you ask him. Not enough cash and not enough pussy to keep his cock wet, even if he has to use his own spit.

“Bring some back here,” he grunts, and I regret throwing a glance over my shoulder to see him thrusting his hips.

Without another word I walk out of the room and look for Lenz. I find our computer expert behind his laptop, sitting at the bar in the corner of the main room. Weirdly enough his fingers aren’t rattling the keyboard due to the bottles of beer he’s holding in each hand.

“You typing with your nose or what?” I grunt, earning me a grin from the fucker.

Macsen, our secretary, grabs one of the beers Lenz is holding, and rumbles, “He was watching mine ’cause I don’t trust Mercer.”

I snicker and shake my head. “Need I remind you he’s our treasurer?”

Macsen and I go way back. We went to kindergarten together and have been best friends ever since.

The fucker shrugs. “A position he gained ’cause Harry had a heart attack when he took a piss four weeks ago. Besides, one can’t fuck up shit for the club when there’s less than nothing.”

Mercer, who is standing behind the bar, flips him off while aggravation hits me. You might think my father made a fucked-up deal with the cartel to save this club, but sadly the asshole is only in it to fill his own pockets. He doesn’t hold a single ounce of loyalty or respect for the brotherhood my grandfather founded.

Club money earned is split into parts where the president gets the biggest cut, and each member gets a share of the rest along with the club. Tiny drops of water hit the club’s pocket while Rainer’s has been filled to the brim. Expenses are coming from the club money, which means there’s more money bleeding out than going in.

It’s just a tiny piece of what the hell is wrong with the club ever since my father took the gavel. The way he’s pulling this club down the drain these past few years has pushed me to leave this chapter while I still can.

I mean, there might come a day when I’ll step up to become the president…but as long as my father’s still breathing…he won’t ever give it up voluntarily. Like Harry, our former treasurer, seventy years old and still wasn’t willing to pass the function over to a younger member…until he dropped dead while taking a piss.

There are more than a handful of brothers who are fed up with Rainer’s leadership and want a change. It’s why we’ve been having regular meetings to discuss the possibility of founding our own chapter. Our current president is self-destructing and pulling the club, along with its members, to hell with him.

“Where are we meeting tonight?” I question.

Lenz places his empty bottle of beer on the counter. “Atteo is expecting us. Elric and Midas are already there.”

“Jocko will meet us at Atteo’s,” Macsen states and polishes off his beer.

The door swings open and we all turn to see Nell step inside the clubhouse.

“Fuck,” I grumble.

The woman turned fifty today. I know because Bodie told me this morning he needed to get a birthday present for his old lady. The asshole spent the night here, and by the way he shoved his limp dick into the sweetbutt’s mouth earlier he wasn’t going home any time soon.

“Where is he?” Nell snarls.

Lenz slams his laptop shut and shoves it in his bag. “No clue.”

Macsen shrugs while Mercer does his best to look busy. Dammit. This is why I’ll never tie a woman to me. Not due to infidelity ’cause a relationship is about commitment, loyalty, and respect. Just like the brotherhood, and if you don’t want it? Don’t fucking get into one. The real reason roots in the fucked-up relationships around me.

The way Nell stepped inside just now? Screaming for her man? It’s what my mother did when she was sick and tired of waiting for my father to get his stupid ass home. Bodie is in a bedroom fucking some cunt while my father had his cock down a sweetbutt’s throat when my mother stepped inside the clubhouse. Great reminder of my failure of a fucked-up father.

My mother, unlike Nell here, pulled a gun on my father, he did too and instantly pulled the trigger. I was sixteen years old and witnessed that shit, just like my twelve-year-old brother who was holding her hand at the time.

Then I had to help take care of my brother who walked straight through a glass door in a fucking panic. I stitched up his wounds and had to clean up the blood in the main room of the clubhouse while my father and a few of the brothers disposed of her body.

“Bodie,” I rumble loud enough. “Nell is here.”

She narrows her eyes and takes a step in the direction of the hallway.

“Don’t do it,” I tell her in a harsh voice.

“He’s fucking some whore, isn’t he?” Nell snarls and tries to make a run for it.

I manage to block the hallway and bellow, “Bodie, get the fuck down here right fucking now.”

There’s stumbling coming from behind me and I glance over my shoulder to see Bodie, pants on his knees, red lipstick covering his limp dick as he comes our way.

“We’re over, Bodie,” Nell screams right next to my ear.

I release a curse, and add another one when Bodie bumps against my back to snarl, “Get the fuck out of the clubhouse, bitch. Go home and wait for me. I’ll be there when I damn well want to be.”

“Don’t bother, asshole. We’re done. I’m going to throw your things out on the street and piss on them, you cheating manwhore.”

Motherfucker. I’m wedged in between those two idiots, and I wonder why I even care enough to intervene. Hell, they are double my age and should damn well act like it. I throw my elbow back and hit Bodie in the ribs. At the same time Macsen grabs Nell by the waist and creates distance.

“Cool the fuck off,” Lenz growls. “Both of you.”

I whirl around and snarl, “Get dressed, Bodie, and take your old lady home. It’s her damn birthday, asshole.”

I can see in the idiot’s glazy eyes he only now remembers what damn day it is.

Bending down, he jerks up his pants and grumbles, “I fell asleep. Let me grab your present and we’ll go home.”

“You bought me a present?” Nell practically swoons.

“Got something better, babe.” Bodie shoots her a grin, showing all his yellow chewing stones. “I got a nice fat roll for you.”

Money. Instead of getting his woman something personal, he just gives her cash.

“You know me so well.” Nell grins.

No surprise, she’s suddenly all smiles. Like I said, relationships around me are toxic. Done with these two, I step away and shake my head. Without a word I stomp right out of the damn clubhouse. Straddling my bike, I fire it up as I see my brothers coming my way. I wait for them before guiding the bike to the road as we head for our meeting.

From the corner of my eye, I notice the lights burning in the house located next to the clubhouse property. Slowing down, I try to get a glimpse of our new neighbor. My eyes widen when I do, and it’s not because it’s a woman, it’s due to the blood red liquid hitting the windows as she swings her arms through the air.