Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
CRASH
“Righto, fuckers, I want this job done smooth and fast. My cock is aching to be sucked, so let’s get this done so we can find a bar,” Savage bitches as we drive the last stint of our journey.
I am with Target and Savage on a run for the club to deliver some camera and tech shit that got ordered. We install everything and Savage shows the client how to work the app.
When Racer told me that I need to learn some of the club’s businesses, I jumped at the chance. Helping the club bring in cash I am all for; hell, I helped turn the garage around with my expert knowledge of cars and bikes.
We now service high-end cars as well. There is not a car out there that I cannot fix, or drive.
After riding down a long fucking driveway walled with trees, we arrive at the client’s business, a big ass cream mansion with stone pillars at the front. We park the bikes, and Savage whistles when he removes his helmet.
“We are in the wrong business, brothers. Sex sells.”
“Ask Magnum, or Perri; she now runs the club’s skin studio,” Target explains.
“Rugged Online Entertainment,” I confirm.
The new prospect parks behind us in the club’s truck with everything we need for this job.
“Well, hello boys,” comes a throaty voice.
We all look to see a woman leaning against the porch pillar, a long silk dress covers her body, her hair is done in that pin-up style, and her red lips are wrapped around a gold cigarette holder.
She smirks at us, watching as we step forward, Target taking the lead as he is VP.
“Madam Garner, we are from Rugged Security. We are here to install the security cameras set that you purchased through the company.” Target is all professional.
She sweeps her gaze over all three of us, keeping a smile on her face.
“Welcome. Come on in, I will show you where I want the new set up. You can call me Madam G.”
We follow her inside, and I take in the rooms as we pass by, because she did not close for installation today.
The sounds of moaning and skin slapping against skin can be heard from each of the rooms as we walk down the hallway.
From the outside the place looks like a normal house, where a load of women are simply roommates.
We know that the local police do not shut the place down even though prostitution is illegal in Arizona, because they use the women who work here and Madam Garner pays them off.
“The smell of sex in here is potent.” Savage grins over his shoulder at me.
“We cater to all tastes,” Madam G says with a sly smile on her lips.
Savage rubs his hands together.
“I may need a sample, Madam G.”
“Then you will have a sample,” is all she replies.
We set up in her office while she explains where she wants all the new cameras. One to not piss off her clientele, but she is also having us add hidden cameras in some areas, to protect the guys and girls who work here.
I don’t fucking blame her. Some people with money and power think they are untouchable.
She leaves us alone to get the work done. We split up to get it done quicker, then Target will show her how to use the app that Rogue set up.
I move to one room, where there is a sex swing in the corner and a load of BDSM items all over the room. Moving inside, I drop my bag on the bed, praying the bedding is clean— it looks like it. The whole room looks clean and sanitary.
Using my retractable ladders, I get to work installing a speaker in the ceiling corner of the room, that hides the camera inside. No one will know it is there unless they break the speaker.
I finish up and as I pack my things away, I see movement out of the corner of my eye. Turning, I see a woman leaning against the door. She is around my age, long blonde hair that is curled at the ends, wearing a white baby doll nightgown, with matching stockings and stilettoes.
Do not ask me how the fuck I know that, ask the Ol’ Ladies who own the club lingerie store, Luxury Touch.
“Hey there, handsome.” Her voice is soft and sweet.
“Hey.”
My gaze sweeps over her and yeah, my dick twitches. I am a red-blooded male after all and fucking single. I do not touch the remaining club girls, I would rather go and look for a woman for the night.
I am not sticking my dick where my brothers’ dicks have been.
“I’m Caitlyn.”
“Crash.”
“Ohhh, I like that. Sounds exciting.” She bites her lip while stepping into the room.
I have no idea why she is here. I am working and not about to fuck or get my dick sucked while on a job. If it was to happen, she would have to wait for me to be off the job and hell fucking no if they think I am paying for it.
“Listen, babe, I am working, so not getting my dick wet, and as much as I think you are sexy and all, I am not paying for sex. I can get it free anywhere I want,” I inform her, which only makes her smile widen.
“I can wait. I think you would be worth it.” Biting her forefinger, it gives her a sexy yet innocent look about her, and my cock likes what it sees.
Savage will have a field day with this. If I take the offer, he’ll never let me forget it. If I turn it down, he’ll never let me forget that either. He’s always on about how I never hook up at the club, even though he knows exactly why.
When I came back here, I thought I’d swoop in, save Valarie, and somehow, she’d be mine. That fantasy didn’t survive long. Not after I learned what she’s been mixed up in. Not after I saw the look in her eyes—like I’m the last person she wants around.
And the truth is, I can’t be with someone who deals in drugs, who’s willing to hurt people just to climb higher, to grab a little more power. That’s not a life I want to be involved in. And it sure as hell isn’t something I can stand beside.
“Well, then maybe I will come find you when I am finished.” I smirk, as she reaches me.
Her hand comes up, her nail trailing over my jaw. Her thumb traces my bottom lip, and if we were a real-life couple this would seem an intimate act, but I know that this chick knows how to play men.
“I really hope that you do, baby.” Leaning in she kisses my jaw, before leaving the room in one smooth motion.
Fuck me, my dick will hate me for letting her walk away. Running my hands through my hair, I take a few deep breaths; damn, she is good. I am not like the other men in the club who have fucked many partners— yeah, I have had a few over the years, but constant random fucking was never my thing.
I move to my next room and get that done. It takes me less than two hours to complete my part of the job. When I am done, I go looking for my brothers in the bar area of the property.
I find Target, sitting at the bar, a beer in hand.
“All done?” he asks when he sees me.
“Yeah. All done.”
A beer is placed on the bar for me with a wink from the bartender.
“Savage is almost done, then we are going to get food. I am wasting away here,” he jokes.
Before I can reply, Savage rolls into the room, looking all too pleased with himself.
“I am fucking starving after that. You boys ready?” He takes my beer from my hand and downs the whole thing in one gulp.
“Yes, of course I will share my beer with you, Savage. I mean, what are brothers for,” I smart off, making him throw his head back laughing.
He slings an arm over my shoulder, kissing my cheek.
“I knew that you loved me, Logie bear.”
“Get off me fucker.”
“Come on, you two, I saw a sports bar and grill on the way in. We can stop there for some food before we hit the road back. I am missing my woman.” Target adjusts his dick, as he looks over to the corner, seeing a man get his dick sucked by a woman dressed in a wedding dress.
“I fucking love freaking kinks.” Savage chuckles.
We head out; I assume that Target has already dealt with Madam G, as she is nowhere to be seen. We tuck everything back into the truck, and climb onto our bikes and head out, with the truck in tow.
Target guides us to the sports bar that he was talking about and we park in the small parking lot they supply. Storing away our helmets we walk in, the prospect tagging along, because we can’t have the man dying of starvation on us.
We find seats at the bar, where there are already a few men sitting, eating, and drinking. They ignore us, which I am more than happy with.
Picking up the menu, I scan the meals, settling on a cheeseburger with extra onion rings.
The bartender comes over and I groan once I see him. Oh, this poor boy will be Savage’s next victim. He is thin, with dark hair, and wearing some makeup, along with a silk shirt and I imagine tight pants.
“Well hello, boys. Welcome, can I get you some drinks?”
Savage’s head snaps up at the sugary sweet sound of his voice and his eyes dilate.
“Oh, great,” Target murmurs.
“Well, fuck me dead. Baby, you might be the man of my dreams.” The bartender leans his elbows on the bar, a saucy look on his face.
“I bet you say that to all the boys, don’t you, sexy?”
Before Savage can answer, the fuckers eating a few stools down decide to show their homophobic side, and it makes the tension tight, hitting maximum boiling point.
The bartender pulls back, crossing his arms, with an unsure look on his face. But my brother looks like he will show these men how he got his road name.
“You did not say what I think you just said.” The sound that leaves my brother is deep, threatening, with a fuck load of warning.
Slipping off the stool, he faces the three men, his shoulders looking bigger as his rage fills him. He is hulking out, right in front of us. Fuckers should have kept their mouths shut. Now they will feel the wrath of Savage, me, and Target.
Target is bisexual but Madalyn is his whole world and he doesn’t need a man to feel complete.
“Oh, I did.” One speaks up, seeming like the leader of the trio. “He is an abomination. Men do not lie with men.”
“Fuck,” Target mutters, slipping from his stool.
I follow, ready to jump in if needed. I know that both Target and Savage can handle themselves, but they also know that I am here if needed.