Jalisa Chapter 19 #2
Lion smiled. “I like a direct man. Here it is. The Black Outlaws will never be fully clean, but I want them to be much cleaner. This shit with human trafficking is only one thing I want to abolish and replace with something better. But I know that it’ll take time and manpower.
And there will be those who resist and even fight back.
The first hurdle to get over is making sure no Outlaw chapter sells fucking people! ” His fist slammed on the table.
“In order to achieve that, there may be times we need help cleaning things up. We’d like to work with your club and those like yours to make it happen.
And before you say no and that you don’t do that, you do.
I know who took care of the Spartanburg chapter last year.
They deserved what they got, so I didn’t see the need to avenge them.
The same would be true of others, whom we jointly determine need to be culled or eradicated. I want a partnership.”
Lion’s revelation caused a loud rumble from around the room. There were looks of worry, skepticism, and more from the Pagan side. Wrath let them go for a minute, then held up his hand. It all died away.
“Lion, I don’t speak for any other club but mine, and I have to be honest. I only have your word that you removed the diseased Greensboro chapter and Killer.
What’s to prevent you from bringing in worse men?
Or they get the notion to come after what we have?
Don’t mistake the fact that we no longer wear that one-percent patch as meaning we’re weak.
If pushed, we fight, and we’re not afraid to go to war for what we believe in or want to defend. ”
Lion smiled. “Exactly. I can relate to a man like you. The fact you’re not an outlaw MC doesn’t matter.
You have connections to strong MCs with impeccable reputations.
All of you garner respect. Your knowledge of legitimate businesses and how to set them up and run them is invaluable.
I’d like you to teach that to me and others within the Black Outlaws.
And you have a connection to a group called the Dark Patriots.
Their reputations are sterling. If they’re your friends, then you’re trustworthy.
As for showing we can be the same, I have a gift.
Matt, Ding, will you get the gift and bring it inside?
Feel free to send a couple of your men with them. ”
Wrath gestured to Ryder and Nomad. They got up and followed the two Black Outlaws outside.
The whole conversation was unreal. I sat there absorbing it and trying to determine Lion’s game.
Or was he on the up-and-up? There was mild chatter as we waited.
When the door opened, Nomad was holding it open for three men.
The men were Matt, Ding, and someone who hadn’t gone out with them.
I gasped. Gagged and restrained, though struggling between them, was Killer.
He was furious, and he was trying to yell through his gag.
I came to my feet, causing Wrath to do the same.
“What’s wrong, Jalisa?” he asked.
“That’s Killer,” I hissed. His identity brought all the Pagans to their feet.
“What’s the meaning of this, Lion?” Wrath snapped.
“Calm down, it’s nothing bad. He’s my gift, and hopefully, he’ll seal the deal on us becoming allies. I thought you might enjoy removing him as an obstacle rather than us killing his stupid ass,” Lion said.
“When his buddies and the rest of his club stood against us and fought, this bastard hid. Can you believe it? The big bad enforcer named Killer is a pussy,” Corker sneered.
“And when we found him, he claimed he was forced to sell people and threatened with death if he told anyone. We asked him about your woman, and he claimed that she had sex with him, led him on, and then lied and went back to her club, denying the claim,” Shovelhead said.
Fury had been building since my eyes landed on Killer.
I could say I hated the fucker. But to hear the stuff he said and his claim that he fucked me sent me over the edge.
I let a strangled, screaming battle cry explode out of me.
Then I took the shortest route to him, which happened to be to hop on the table and run across the top of it.
I sailed off it and put my whole body behind my Superman punch.
It took the liar in the side of the head.
There were yells of surprise and encouragement.
Killer stumbled and would’ve fallen on his ass if Ding and Matt hadn’t held him. I landed on my feet.
“Goddamn, woman, that was epic!” Parrot shouted.
“Untie this fucker and remove his gag. He sure seemed eager to talk. Let’s see if he still can. If I didn’t knock out at least one tooth, I’ll try harder with my next punch,” I snarled. My blood pumped fast throughout my body. A kind of euphoria rose inside of me. I was going into berserker mode.
I’d been taught since I was small how to fight and use weapons by Dad and his club.
Most people would assume a little girl would find it boring and too hard.
I thrived on it. I was thrilled when I could hit harder, last longer, or cause more pain than Dylan or the other boys we grew up with.
I didn’t need the club’s boys sticking up for me at school.
I did it myself. And since I was petite, I was often a target of bullies until enough of them learned to stay away from me.
Dad had been called to the school’s office several times due to my fighting.
I didn’t know why they bothered. He’d look at the principal or teacher, ask what happened, and then praise me for sticking up for myself.
He’d tell them that the little bastards would think twice before picking on me or another kid.
Eventually, they smartened up and stopped calling him.
“Are you sure about this?” Wrath asked softly. He’d come to stand next to me.
“Oh, yeah, babe, I’m more than sure. However, we should take it outside.
I don’t want to get blood all over the floor, and Keno and Dylan have to clean it.
Take him out there. Dylan, would you be a sweetheart and get my bag?
It’s in the front closet at the house.” I was thankful they brought my war bag from back home when they came.
He hesitated until he got a chin lift from Wrath, then rushed off.
There was a bunch of chatter and muttering as we meandered out into the front parking area and down the side of the building, where there was more parking.
Ding shoved Killer, causing him to stumble and almost fall on his face a few times.
When he recovered his balance from the last shove, I got started.
“Would one of you be so kind as to remove his gag? I’d like to give him a chance to explain a few things to me,” I said sweetly.
Matt removed it. As soon as it cleared his mouth, Killer spit. Blood and a shiny white tooth landed on the asphalt. Satisfaction made me smile. He was glaring at me.
“Go ahead and smile, bitch. The only reason you’re doing that is because I’m tied up, and these fuckers are protecting your ass,” he snapped.
“No, I’m smiling because you’re a fucking dumbass, and I can’t wait to get to the good stuff.
So, when Lion and his guys came to wipe out you and your disgusting chapter, you hid like the pussy you are.
And when they found you, lies came pouring out of your mouth. I’d like to talk about those lies.”
“I don’t have anything to say to a cunt like you,” he sneered.
Wrath stepped forward, but I placed my hand on his arm. “It’s alright, babe. He can say whatever he wants. You and I know the truth. I’ll let you talk to him in a while. Kiss me for luck,” I requested.
Wrath swept me to him and then devoured my mouth. When he let go, there were smirks and catcalls. Killer appeared enraged. He and I had barely touched lips. Dylan came running up with my bag.
“Thanks, Dylan,” I told him as he set it by my feet. With my toys here, I was ready to go.
“So, it seems that you informed these gentlemen that I fucked you, led you on, and then denied your claim. Wow, I sure don’t remember all that.
I remember a couple of dates. And then I discovered who you were and told you to hit the road.
As for the sex, well, I don’t know if anyone else considers a few pecks on the lips like you would get from your hundred-year-old granny sex, but maybe that’s all you ever could get.
“Come on, admit it. You lied to save face, claiming that after a month of dating, you barely made it to first base and weren’t about to get to second base soon. And if your kissing technique is indicative of your cock technique, you have the game of a preschooler,” I taunted.
I knew how to enrage someone to the point where they would forget how to pay attention in a fight. When you were my size, you took every advantage. My taunt sent the men into peals of laughter. They were pointing at and teasing him. Killer’s face grew beet red.
“You just want to make that fucker there think you’re not a whore.
Buddy, she’s been with so many guys. She’s like a racetrack.
We all got a ride. She fucked me the first night, and she was gagging for it.
Don’t think she won’t or hasn’t fucked your friends.
I wasn’t the only Outlaw she slept with,” Killer spitefully told Wrath.
Wrath and I exchanged smiles. He winked at me. He had no worries on that score. I was never so proud that I had been a virgin as I was then. Killer’s remarks, though, upset the Pagans. They were growling and cracking their knuckles.
“Killer, I know that’s a goddamn lie. I know that Jalisa will never cheat on me. I don’t have to worry about her sleeping with strangers, my brothers, or anyone else. Or that my children aren’t mine,” Wrath told him with pride. I blew him a kiss.
“Then you’re a fool!” Killer shouted.