Chapter 2
Buse, Nevada
German
This party was getting on my nerves. The beer was as warm as piss. Two of my Brothers, Hammer and Boots, had been arguing about the best small engine available on the market for the last thirty minutes. And the Club girl sitting to my left wouldn’t shut the fuck up about the new Keto diet she’d started last month. Seriously, I felt like I was living in some undocumented version of Dante’s hell.
“It’s what the cavemen used to eat, so you know it’s good for you,” KK, or GG, or whatever the hell this bitch’s name was, said.
I’m not sure how the fuck any of that word vomit made sense to this bitch, but somehow it worked in her smoked-out brain. Ignoring her dumb ass comment altogether, I simply drank my piss warm beer and scanned the room for potential threats.
“Do you know what ketosis is?” she continued, as she pulled out her phone and began to scroll through it to show me what she called the “insolent cycle” but I assumed she meant the “insulin cycle”.
Maybe I would have taken her seriously if her screensaver hadn’t been a picture of her, butt-ass naked, spread-eagle on some trashy car, highlighting her new fake tits. But it was, so I couldn’t.
Ox was sitting to my left, a curious eyebrow raised. Needing to shut this girl up before she decided to explain more food science to me and this night got even worse, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. Lowering her head to my crotch, I fed its thick length into her mouth until I felt the tip hit the back of her throat.
A humming sound vibrated against my skin as the girl struggled to take all of me inside. Ox laughed and I shrugged. “She said all she could eat was meat, so I gave her some.” I guess I was just your average caveman, but I could live with that.
The enormous beast of a man beside me barrel laughed as I leaned back and enjoyed the ride. Threading my fingers through her blonde hair, I used her mouth to suck me off hard and fast.
Before I could come though, Pipe walked into the room and said, “German, Reaper needs to see you in his office ASAP.”
“Christ,” I grumbled, lifting the girl’s head off my cock with an audible pop.
“You don’t want to finish, honey?” she cooed in that annoying baby voice so many of the girls thought was sexy but really just sounded like nails on a chalkboard to me.
Stuffing my hard length back into my jeans, I stood. “Maybe some other time. I got business to attend to right now.”
Following Pipe to Reaper’s office, I adjusted what felt like a third leg in my pants to a more comfortable position. It didn’t help any. I was still horny as fuck and pissed off that I didn’t get to come.
Looking at my Brother, I groused, “You couldn’t have given me ten more minutes to finish getting my cock sucked before my meeting with Reaper?”
Pipe snorted. “If I waited for you to be done drinking and getting sucked off by Club girls, German, you’d never be available.”
Fair enough. But that’s what Club life was like. Truth be told, we’re all a bunch of sluts who like to hang out with sluts, drink too much, and fight. And I was no different. I wasn’t apologizing for my ways, either.
By the time we reached Reaper’s office, my hard-on had at least deflated to a nonpainful semi-erection. As soon as we were done here, I’d find one of the girls to resurrect my johnson and then finish him off. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Sounded like the perfect night to me. The only thing that could make it better was a cold beer.
The door to Reaper’s office was already ajar, so we walked right inside. “Take a seat,” my gruff president spoke, as he poured himself a finger of whiskey. “You want some?”
Pipe and I both declined, so Reaper slugged his down and poured several more fingers worth into his glass.
“Did you fill him in on the way over?” our president asked our resident computer genius.
“Nope. Figured I’d wait for you to do it,” Pipe returned, as he pulled out his phone and began determinedly searching for something on it.
Now my interest was piqued. I sensed he had a job for me and I was more than a little curious what that entailed.
“How’s your shoulder feeling?” Reaper asked then, sipping his whiskey more slowly this time.
I’d been shot a few months back by a Club Brother turned traitor. It had hurt like hell, but my pride over being caught off guard by the bastard had stung far worse.
“It’s fine,” I returned dismissively. “What’s up, Prez?”
Reaper wouldn’t be here unless it was important. His Old Lady was pregnant and he didn’t like to leave her alone for any length of time these days. I didn’t blame him though, Angel was a delicate thing who’d been raised in a cult and treated like dirt most of her life. After our own Club Brother had betrayed us, shot me, and come for the Club’s women, Prez had become even more protective than usual of his lady.
Eyeing me for signs of weakness, the shrewd man decided I was telling the truth. “A contact in the tech world reached out to Pipe tonight. He has a problem that can’t be fixed through the traditional route.”
I took that to mean he couldn’t go to the cops and needed our kind of help. The kind that happened off the books and behind closed doors. “I’m listening.”
“A man by the name of Alec Framingham has a bit of a security problem at his software company,” Reaper explained. “Seems his secretary was jumped in his parking garage today and was beaten up pretty badly.”
I wasn’t sure where this was going. But if Prez was asking me to kick the shit out of a few lowlifes that hurt a defenseless woman coming home from work, I was all in.
“Turns out, she wasn’t the target,” Reaper furthered. “They were looking for someone else the woman was meeting up with.”
This matter clearly went deeper than met the eye. “Who was that?”
“Madelynn Framingham, the daughter of Pipe’s contact,” Reaper revealed.
Connecting the dots, I said, “So they’re looking to kidnap the daughter in order to use her against daddy as collateral?”
“Looks like it,” Pipe spoke, handing me his phone. “This is her. Twenty-three-year-old Madelynn Framingham. Known as Maddy, she lives at the same residence with her father. She attends Whitmore College remotely from home and works part-time volunteering at a veterinarian clinic.”
Accepting his cell, I tilted the screen toward me. Expecting to see some plain-looking spoiled brat peering back at me, I was blown away by the fresh-faced beauty that greeted me instead. This girl was a looker. No doubt about it. Dark red hair the color of aged wine. Pale skin. Full ruby lips. And sky-blue eyes that reached all the way out of the phone and punched me straight in the gut. Fucking Christ! She looked as innocent as a Sunday service and twice as needy. And boy did I know exactly what I wanted to give her.
I’ve always had a thing for redheads. Especially the kind that came by it naturally. My dick approved and began to rise in my pants. I knew exactly what I was going to be imagining later on when the Club girls were working me over. Jesus! If sin had a face, it surely looked just like Daddy’s little girl, Maddy. I could just imagine her in a Catholic schoolgirl uniform, wearing nothing but a smile and silver cross underneath that tight white blouse and tiny, pleated skirt.
Realizing I’d been staring too long, I cleared my throat and handed Pipe back his phone. “So what’s the deal? Am I busting in some heads or making a few pieces of shit disappear into the desert?”
“Neither,” Reaper said. “At least, not yet.”
Now I was confused. I wasn’t sure what options were left.
“Framingham is going out of town for an important business deal he can’t miss. His company is getting ready to merge with another tech company, and the deal is worth tens of millions. He needs someone to watch over Maddy while he’s gone, and he knows the cops will bungle the job on the first day if he leaves it to them.”
“Framingham and I go way back,” Pipe said, not providing any details as to the nature of that relationship. “As soon as the detectives left his house, he gave me a call and asked what could be done.”
I had to hand it to my Brother Pipe. He was one closed-lipped SOB. He didn’t say much, but I knew if he did, he could probably write a bookshelf’s worth of novels about shit he’d done in his past that no one knew fuck all about!
Pipe pocketed his phone and turned to me. “He’s good for the money and he pays well. He just needs someone to watch over Maddy while he’s gone. Make sure she’s safe until he gets back from his conference.”
I didn’t believe that was it. With his kind of money, he could hire bodyguards from any number of private protection agencies. There had to be a specific reason he was turning to the Devil’s Riders to watch his precious baby girl.
“I can see by the look on your face, you know Framingham wants more than just protection out of the deal,” Reaper said, as though he could read my very mind. And, after all we’d been through, I was beginning to think he actually could.
Pipe steepled his hands together as he spoke. “Framingham wants a bodyguard and a detective all wrapped into one.”
“Meaning?” I pressed, having a good idea, but wanting to know the full extent of the shitstorm I was about to get myself into.
“He wants someone ruthless enough to protect his daughter, but intelligent enough to figure out who’s after her and why. And when you find them,” Pipe paused, cracking his knuckles before he finished, “the man has offered to pay a hefty sum to take the assholes responsible for a little ride in the trunk of an unmarked vehicle they’ll never return home from.”
There it was. Ain’t no one on the books in protective services that were willing to provide Framingham what the Devils could. I couldn’t say I blamed the man. If I had someone like Maddy in my life, I sure as fuck would do anything in my power to keep her safe and protected from harm.
“You up for a ride and a mission, Brother?” Reaper asked his fellow Marine and Club Brother.
“Semper Fi,” I agreed, the first real smile I’d worn in months crossing my lips.