Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Rest Easy
T he taste of Nova’s cunt drove Linc crazy. Women all had their taste. Their scent. Their flavor. Nova’s was perhaps the best. Sucking on his own fucking finger in front of her. Sliding his finger into her mouth, just for fun, just to see how far she’d go for him…
Linc held Nova’s hand as they walked back toward the clubhouse.
“Linc,” Nova said.
“Things don’t happen instantly, darling. Not without a plan.”
“Tell that to my leg,” Nova said. “Which fucking hurts, by the way.”
Linc froze and looked down at her. Nova’s beautiful blue eyes stared back, glossy. Drunk. Sexy as ever. That stunning young woman that stole Linc’s heart (and more) now stood there as a beautiful woman.
Looking at her felt like time traveling. Seeing her when they were teenagers. Seeing her when they were eighteen and had the world of adulthood in front of them. Seeing her for the last time because someone had to make the hard decisions…
And now she had Linc’s initials inked in her skin.
“Linc, I never do crazy stuff like this,” Nova said.
That made him smile. No shit, darling. Linc squeezed her hand tighter and started to walk again. When they entered the clubhouse, there was an uproar and yells and cheers for the happy couple. It made Nova gasp. Somewhere in her heart she had the odd feeling that she and Linc had just been married.
Beer bottles were raised. Bottles of whiskey and vodka raised. Whistles and cheers. It was pretty obvious inking a woman was a big deal for the club. Linc grew up in the world of this so he understood it. At the same time, there were plenty of women out there with multiple sets of initials. And women out there with the same outlaw’s initials.
The ink symbolized the idea of forever, but it was more ceremonial.
Keep your fucking hands off her unless you want to get hurt .
“The kid is growing up so fast,” Custer growled from the bar and then laughed with his cigarette stained lungs wheezing.
Monte, Fitz, and Deed stood together, pretending to dab their eyes as though they were crying. Priest stood in front of Linc and Nova. The monster of a man still unsettled Nova.
“My gift to you both,” Priest’s voice rumbled.
He stuck his thumb and pointer fingers into his mouth and whistled. Two deecees appeared, topless and they climbed up on a pool table.
“You’re ruining the felt on the table,” Warren spoke with his aged voice.
“Leave it to you to see two beautiful sets of tits and worry about felt,” Darrow said.
“Fuck you!” Warren spat and he threw a beer bottle at Darrow.
Slade burst into a fit of laughter and made sure Darrow and Warren didn’t end up throwing punches. Meanwhile the two topless women began to dance on the pool table.
Poor Nova had idea what to look at first. Or what would happen next. She started to hug Linc from the side. Any excuse to have some deecees get naked and touch each other… that was just part of the outlaw world. Linc led the way through the clubhouse.
“Go make her an outlaw woman!” Slade called out.
The clubhouse roared with cheers again. Once they were back in Linc’s bedroom, things felt slightly calmer for Nova.
“You’re going to stay here, darling,” Linc said. “I have to go meet with Darrow.”
“To talk about my brother?”
“You know there’s more than just that happening.”
Nova nodded. “Sorry, Linc. I’m… buzzed. I think I’m drunk. And my mother…”
Linc cupped Nova’s face in his callused, outlaw hands.
“Listen to me carefully. Your mother has been a train wreck from the day I met her. She’s got a drinking problem. She used to pop a shit ton of pills too. She’s clung to your brother in an unhealthy way. You’ve done nothing wrong, Nova. Your brother is…”
Linc growled.
He didn’t want to lay into the kid too hard. Even though Nick wasn’t a kid anymore. Last time Linc had to deal with Nick he was the kind of kid that would drink cheap drinks—liked those fruity lemon drinks with a little bit of alcohol—then he’d act as though he were drinking bottles of whiskey. He’d steal cigarettes, break car windows and run from the cops. For fun.
“I’ll be back in a little bit, darling,” Linc said. “Unless you want to celebrate out there. You get up on the pool table and kiss those deecees and the clubhouse will worship you forever.”
“No,” Nova said with a smile.
“Then keep your cute ass right here until I get back.”
Linc gently kissed Nova. Her legs gave out and she sat down on the bed, mesmerized by the manly outlaw towering over her. In her head she pictured unzipping Linc’s jeans and wrapping her lips around his big cock. At the same time, Linc saw himself opening his jeans himself and offering his cock. Commanding Nova to take him, suck him, swallow him.
First, Linc had to deal with club business.
Then he’d finish what he started with Nova’s sweet, delicious cunt.
“Prayer?” Linc asked.
“Nah,” Cyrus said. “Let them all blow off steam. Quiet day at the moment. Let it run into the night. We’re good. I think we can all use a second to breathe.”
“I’ve got a fucking bullet hole in my shoulder, Prez ,” Linc said. “We’ve got a car with yellow bunny that could have pushed right back onto the club.”
“And you’ve got a woman in your room who is expecting our help in finding her brother,” Cyrus added.
Linc’s jaw tightened.
“So why don’t we just break this down one by one,” Slade offered, always the voice of reason.
It was Cyrus, Linc, Slade, and then Darrow all huddled together at the end of the bar. Music thumped in the background, heavy guitars and screeching solos. The deecees on the pool table were now completely naked. Priest literally chewed on a pair of panties.
His gigantic hands cupped one of the deecees ass as he pulled her closer. It wasn’t beyond Priest to eat out a deecee for everyone else to see. The other deecee was on her hands and knees, ass arched into the air, wiggling her ass and cunt in Custer’s face.
Maggie hurried behind the bar, her little tits bouncing with life. Joined by Skylar with her massive tits and Bee with the C cup tits resting comfortably in her sports bra. Beer and whiskey served up like water on a hot day. Outlaws just being outlaws.
“Darrow, what do you have?” Cyrus asked.
“Ran the plate and it’s definitely local,” Darrow said. “Means this could come back to us if more yellow bunny is found.”
“But we have deniability,” Linc said.
“That’s right,” Slade said.
“It’s a shitty house. Owned by a woman named Gloria Trejan. She’s ninety-five years old.”
“So she’s not the one slamming yellow bunny into her veins,” Linc said.
“You never know,” Cyrus said.
“Gloria resides up in Rest Easy . The retirement home. Her grandson Jed is the one at the house now. He’s a total burnout. Kind of guy who thinks he’ll be internet famous. So he’s everywhere. Ten views at a time.”
“What are we thinking?” Slade asked.
Fitz joined the conversation. “No prayer tonight?”
“Just talking this out, brother,” Cyrus said. “Gathering intel and ideas.”
“I hate to say it but I think he’s selling,” Darrow said. “I just get that vibe. He wants money and fame. Selling yellow bunny in this town…”
“He can’t be selling in town,” Fitz said. “We’d know.”
“So he lives here and distributes outside the town,” Linc said.
“That’s fucking messy,” Slade said.
“Really fucking messy,” Fitz said. “What if we just show up and ask to buy? I’ll do it. Wear different clothes. Act like a junkie. I can get into the house and get a better idea of things. Then we attack.”
Everyone looked at Cyrus. Prez would either give a nod or not for an idea and then they could take it to a vote.
“Bottom line is that we’re pretty much safe from any heat at the moment,” Cyrus said. “Let’s sit on that. I want to know who tried to take out our VP .”
“I’m tracing the texts and calls,” Darrow said. “It was organized but not. I don’t think it was some big planned out hit. I mean, no offense, they couldn’t even kill him. What a terrible shot they took. Which is good.”
“Christ,” Fitz said. “We’d be staring at Linc in a fucking box on the table in prayer.”
Slade snapped his fingers and pointed to Fitz. “Don’t ever fucking say that again.”
“So we have nothing,” Cyrus said.
“We have plenty,” Slade said. “It just comes together on its own.”
“That’s how it goes,” Linc said. “Darrow, keep digging.”
“My offers still stands,” Fitz said. “We can’t have yellow bunny anywhere near us.”
“Okay,” Cyrus said. “Go get a drink. Relax. Get your dick sucked. Whatever you want to do.”
Linc nodded at Darrow and the walked away from the bar.
“What about Nova’s brother?” Linc asked.
“He’ll be easy to find,” Darrow said. “Plenty of social media cross references. Didn’t want to say anything in front of the guys but your woman’s brother might be into some dark shit.”
“Don’t fucking say it…”
Darrow nodded. “I’m thinking either yellow bunny or another crew. You know how this will go down if he’s in too deep, right?”
Linc’s jaw tightened. He didn’t respond to Darrow. He walked away. Linc understood it all. If Nova’s brother was involved in any way with another crew or a gang or fucking around with yellow bunny … he was as good as dead.
And if it came down to it, Linc would kill Nick himself. Respect for the club. For the leather cut. For his patches. Respect for Vera too. Sometimes you care for your own. Sometimes you love your own. And sometimes you kill your own.
When Linc returned back to his room, he found Vera sound asleep in his bed. On top of the covers, slightly curled up, looking so sweet and innocent. He thought about waking her up. Fucking her senseless. He thought about taking her pants off and ripping her panties to shreds. Eating her cunt until he got his fill.
Linc walked to the side of the bed and brushed some hair out of Nova’s face. As beautiful as ever. Sleeping like an angel. Like I remember…
Linc carefully slipped out of his leather cut and placed it on top of Nova. That was something he’d never done before. He then shut out the light, exited his room and went to the back of the clubhouse. Outside, he climbed a rusted ladder up to the roof of the clubhouse where he found Muffin sitting on a folding chair, smoking a joint.
“Missing the party down there,” Linc said.
“It’s your party and you’re not even there,” Muffin said.
“Don’t think they’ll miss me.”
Muffin held out his right hand. Linc helped himself to some smoke and looked up to the sky. Muffin stood up, his monstrous seven-foot frame just about blocking out the entire sky.
“Got to go stir the meatballs,” Muffin said with a grin.
The best damn cook, chef, baker Linc ever met.
“Congrats on inking your girl,” Muffin said.
Linc and Muffin hugged for a second. Linc then sat alone…
… smoking and thinking.