by Forgy, M. N.
“Has he duct taped you to a chair yet, keeping you hostage from doing a sweep through for drugs and illegal guns,” I laugh because Jillian would so do that.
She giggles. “Not yet, but he did threaten to tie me to the bed.”
“Let me out of here, goddamn it!” Hollers from my car with a series of pounds against the trunk. I hold my hand over the receiver and step away.
“What was that?” Jillian asks with a concerned tone.
“I um, I have someone in custody,” I lie. Jillian is my best friend, but she’d never understand the way I do things. Jillian is strictly rulebook, and I make my own rules. I fear it will come between us.
“Oh, I’ll let you go. Just wanted to let you know we are here and safe.”
“Good to hear. Thanks by the way for having me tailed!” I spit angrily.
“Anything for my friend,” she replies sarcastically. Scoffing, I hang the phone up and growl under my breath at Billy and his loud mouth. Hopefully Jillian bought that he was a suspect in custody.
Popping the trunk, he throws himself over the side dramatically huffing for air.
“It’s not that bad, you’re being a baby,” I silently laugh, crossing my arms.
“It is when you’re claustrophobic!” he blubbers. He’s all sweaty, with his face beet red and nose running.
“You ready to tell me what I want?” I tap my foot in a bored manner.
He raises his head, his forehead wrinkled.
“It’s got to take one crazy motherfucker to love you, you know that?” He tilts his head to the side. I can’t help the smirk that breaks through my annoyed look. I haven’t found my prince in shining tattoos yet, but I will one day. He will accept the good and the bad parts of me, and love me like a madman. One I should probably take into custody, but would much rather ravage me in the back of my cruiser.
“The case was taken from me, Alessandra,” Billy’s voice breaks me from my mental fairy tale.
“The main forensic, JT, took it and closed the file. Told me it was out of my pay grade. I overheard him telling someone else that nothing but a turf war would come of the findings. So I’m guessing that is why they closed it.” He shrugs, and I drop my head defeated. I kidnapped a man and put him in my trunk for nothing.
“But, I did manage to get a name off a partial print on one of the casings before the case was taken from me, but I wasn’t able to run it fully,” Billy continues as he climbs out of the trunk.
This piques my curiosity.
He points at me with a sharp finger, his sweaty brows sliced inward. “If I tell you, no more fucking trunk. GOT IT?” he demands. Rolling my eyes, I put my hands on my hips. I can find other ways to get what I need out of him in the future so why not agree.
“Fine,” I mumble.
“Apollo Bates,” he heaves, wiping his forehead with his lab coat.
“Apollo Bates?” I whisper, not familiar with the name. Then again most of the gang members around here don’t go by their legal name. They have nicknames. I’ll have to run it in our database and see if it notes what gang he’s with. Either way, it’s something to bring to the Sin City Outlaws.
“Are we done?” he snaps.
Coming back to the conversation, I nod. “Yeah, thanks.” He shakes his head walking past me. Reaching out I grab his arm to stop him.
“No really, this is doing something personal for me. I really appreciate it.” My soft tone wipes his pissed off look away.
“I hope you get what you’re looking for, Alessandra.”
Letting him go I watch him get in his car and drive away. He really would be a great guy to hook up with… if I was into soft geeks. I’m not though. I like the bad boys, the kind that I can frisk for breaking the law, and have my way with right before I put them in jail. The kind that would have my dad turning over in his grave if he ever saw them approach his daughter.
Alessandra
Stepping up to the Outlaws’ club, I take a deep breath. The pistol in the back of my jeans reminding me that no motherfucker is going to be putting me in my place today. I was an idiot not to bring it with me before. Jillian is here now though, and if things go south, she’ll have my back.
A man that looks like prospect due to his patch-less cut, holds his hand out, stopping me from entering the club and I shoot him an annoyed look. His head is completely covered with a red bandana, his square jaw sexy with its dark stubble, the side of it scarred. He has quotes of famous killers from all over the country on his arms and up his neck. Ted Bundy’s words about Murderers standing out to me more than the others. Swallowing the dry lump in my throat, I clear my voice.
“Can you tell whomever it concerns that Alessandra is here?”
The man scoffs, his ice blue eyes cutting me where I stand. My hand twitches to grab my gun out of pure fear, but I resist.
“We’re on lockdown, nobody enters without the say-so of a patch holder,” he informs me dryly. My eyes fall on his name at this point, curious who he is. I’ve never seen him before. The Outlaws must be recruiting new members.
Bomber Jack.
I wonder what he did to earn that nickname. Actually, I don’t want to know.
“Well, Bomber Jack, tell your president I have something he wants regarding this morning’s shooting,” I tell him with a click of my tongue. The man turns his head to the side, unsure of what to do. He was clearly ordered to tell everyone to fuck off, but what if he turns me away and the president wants the info I have?
“Don’t fucking move,” he sneers, the tone of his voice gluing my black boots to the asphalt. The man slips inside, and seconds go by. A chill races up my spine as I sit in front of the most dangerous club in the city, maybe the world. My heart is beating so hard it’s making me anxious. I might actually vomit.
The man steps back outside and silently juts his head toward the door. Indicating I can enter the den of outlaws.
Stepping inside, the smoke is thick and heavy. “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days plays loudly. The lighting is dim, only a bright red light above the bar flashing on two girls making out with each other. A man that looks like the member Mac is getting blown by a skinny woman with pink colored hair, she’s butt naked with a snake tattoo claiming her whole right side. I’ve seen a lot of crap in my wild days, but I feel out of my league in every way. Where are Jillian and the kids?
Pushing through the thick crowd, I seek out Felix or Zeek. The crowd slowly splits and my eyes fall onto Felix. He’s sitting in a chair in the middle of the room owning it as if it’s his throne. A blunt hangs out of his mouth, with smoke dancing around him like an exotic gypsy. He emits power and control by just the size of him and the look on his face. He owns the room without even having to move or say anything. His long hair is down and sitting on his strong shoulders. A black worn shirt pulls at his chest tightly and my fingernails dig into my palm with the urge to scratch him like a wildcat. To feel those hard abs beneath my fingernails.
Sitting on his knee is a chrome .45; his hand resting on the handle of it. His head is lowered, his gray eyes surveying the room cutting through everyone like a sword before finally meeting mine. I inhale a breath so deep my lungs burn from the smoke, my toes curl in my shoes and I have to remind myself to exhale.
Taking a step forward, two girls step in my way. One I recognize as Dolly, she used to give Jillian crap a lot, I’m surprised she’s still around. The other woman I’ve never seen before.
“You lost, sweetheart?” The new girl asks. She’s sexy. Hair pulled into a red bandana that matches her red bra pushing out of her black leather jacket. Her makeup is thick and very heavy, I bet if I licked my thumb and wiped it along her cheek I would see every flaw this shallow girl has.
“No, I know exactly where I am, thanks,” I sneer, making sure she can hear me above the music.
“Excuse me, bitch?” Dolly tilts her head to the side. “You don’t mouth to Gia and get away with it,” she laughs.
“Move,” I raise a brow, da
ring them to try and play with me. Gia reaches out in a striking manner and I grab her wrist and spin it behind her back as if I was arresting her.
She screams, and Dolly starts pulling my hair with her fake ass nails. Using my free elbow, I crack her in the face, making her fall to the ground.
Leaning in, I nip at Gia’s ear. “I’m one bitch you won’t be playing with, babe. Stay out of my way, or I’ll shove my gun so far up your ass you’ll moan my name. Got it?”
She doesn’t respond, she just squeals, trying to stomp my foot with her skanky heel.
The music stops, and the crowd is pushed apart. Looking above Gia, I come face to face with Felix. His cold eyes looking almost amused at the altercation taking place. Crossing his arms, his head tilts back, his jaw ticking as he takes in the sight before him.
“Let her go,” he demands, the sound of his voice raspy. Shoving Gia’s arm one more time for good measure I let her go.
She stumbles, tears in her eyes as she looks at me with a look that could kill.
“Did you see that? Did you see what she just did?” she whines to Felix.
“Isn’t she a cop?” A voice from the crowd states, getting everyone riled up.
“Why are you here?” Felix asks.
“I have some information you want,” I inform him. He scoffs, looking around the room like I’m insignificant. My heart pounds a little harder, the urge to go ape shit on everyone strong.
“It involves this morning’s shooting, but obviously you don’t care. So I’ll just wait for the president of the club,” I sass, turning where I stand. Before I make a step forward, I’m whipped around, a tight grip snakes around my throat and I’m slammed against the wall. Felix’s cold eyes slice through me, his body heat radiating off of him. The feel of his fingers wrapped around my throat with such ease but exuding power, I can’t help my nipples budding.
“Everyone get the fuck out!” he barks, and they obey immediately. Disappearing left and right.
Felix doesn’t take his eyes off of me though, his clutch on my throat tightening. I swallow, trying to keep my composure, keep my heart rate under control.
“Spill it,” he commands.
“First, I need something from you.” The words are hard to get out. A maniacal laugh spills from his mouth, his grip slightly letting up. Leaning forward his lips brush against my ear and my knees buckle from the contact.
“I think my blue bird is a dirty bird,” he whispers, and my eyes flutter with lust. “Am I right? You want in our pocket don’t you?” He looks me deep in the eyes. I’ve done a lot of shady shit in my career, but right now I’m signing my soul over to the devil knowing I may not get it back.
“Y-yes,” I mutter, my eyes stinging with the urge to cry. Feeling me cross the line of good to enemy.
“What do you want?” he asks with a softer tone.
“My father was killed on the job years ago, I think there is more to his case and I want to know what really happened.”
“What makes you think I can find that out?” He lets go of my neck, eyeing me from the side.
“I don’t, but I figured it was worth a try,” I shrug.
“Tell me what you have for me in return and I’ll think about it.” He runs his hands through his hair and I sigh un-intentionally. His eyes cut to mine, he heard it.
Looking down, I finger my bottom lip anxiously.
“There was a partial print on the shell casing from this morning. Apollo Bates, he’s with—”
“The Lost Bastards, I know,” he interrupts. “How did you get that information?” he asks with a tone of surprise.
Pursing my lips, I raise a brow.
“I can’t go telling my secrets, otherwise why would you need me?”
His eyes rake along my body unforgivingly, and my brows narrow in on him. “You should have kept your legs closed, because there are no guarantees you’ll get anything in return,” he insults, insinuating I slept with someone to get the information.
My mouth drops. “I didn’t fuck anyone!”
He scoffs. “I’m sure you didn’t.” His tone unbelieving.
He snaps his fingers and Machete steps from the darkness.
“Put her in one of the rooms,” Felix demands.
“What?” I ask with a tone of panic.
Felix looks over his shoulder. “I’m ordered to babysit your ass when you’re off duty, and considering you’re out of uniform I’m guessing you’re not working?”
“So what? You’re just going to lock me in a room?” I ask in disbelief.
He shrugs with an arrogant smirk. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Machete reaches for my arm and out of instinct I pull my gun from my waist and aim it at him.
“Don’t fucking move!” I threaten. He stops, looking over his shoulder at Felix for direction on his next move.
“Jesus Christ, you must have a death wish,” Felix growls. He stomps toward me and I swing my aim at him. My back begins to sweat, my breathing becoming heavier. Where the fuck is Jillian?
His eyes flash with an unknown look, his mouth pulling at the corner.
“You are a dirty bird,” he rasps, and my finger brushes the trigger.
“Tell me we have a deal and let me walk out of here and nobody has to get hurt,” I state with an unknown confidence. My hand aches to tremble, my heart slamming in my chest like a racehorse.
They both laugh, and Felix whips out with lightning fast reflexes and grabs my gun from my hands. My finger pulls the trigger at the last second, and a bullet lodges into the floor right next to Machete’s foot.
“Jesus Christ!” Machete jumps back, and Felix glares at me. That look of humor gone now that he knows I would shoot him.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” A familiar voice echoes through the room. Looking over Felix’s shoulder Zeek stands tall and shirtless. His jeans slung low on his hips, and stance wide.
His eyes fall on me and his right bicep ticks.
“Oh good, you’re here.” He sounds unamused.
“Not for long. I came and said what I needed to say, and now I’m leaving.” I lift my chin, my voice steady and strong.
Zeek shakes his head, rubbing his chin as he looks around. People stand in the corners, and outside their rooms as they watch the altercation.
“If you’re here it’s because you mean something to the Sin City Outlaws and I want to keep you safe as we get our shit figured out. I don’t expect things to go south but I won’t have anyone hurt on my watch. Everyone that is in this club is your friend and family no matter if they are a dirty cop, or from a different club. You treat everyone with respect or you answer to me. You have a problem with that, get the fuck out while you have the chance!” I sneer at his dirty cop comment. People from around the club eye, and nod in agreement.
But me, I start toward the door.
“You don’t have a choice sadly.” Zeek pins me where I stand. “You were seen with Jillian, so you’ll be a target. I don’t need someone trying to gain leverage over me because of you. Therefore, you’ll be staying here when you’re not working. You best make arrangements,” Zeek demands.
My mouth pops open to protest, but before I can get a word in edgewise, Felix grabs ahold of me and throws me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I yell, slapping his hard back over and over. Trying to kick him the balls, anything to defend myself. I might as well be hitting a wall because it does nothing to stop Felix.
He marches me down a hallway, kicks a door open and steps into a pitch-dark room. The smell of gym socks, and dirty crotch strong. He flips the light on and a disheveled bed comes into view just before he tosses me on it.
“Where are we?” I ask nervously.
“Stay in here,” he points at me. I stand, anger pounding in my temples.
“I can’t stay here. I need to go home, my mother needs me!” I grit through clenched teeth.
“Your mom will be taken care of. I have orders to keep you safe, and tha
t’s what I’m doing.” He slams the door shut, and I sit there shocked.
Does he really expect me to just sit here? Getting up I go and open the door, and Machete is standing there with his arms crossed looking at me with a murderous stare.
“Don’t make this hard, babe,” Machete begs. His hand slowly falling to his gun on his hip.
Growling with frustration, I turn around and slam the door shut. Remembering I have my phone I dig in my pocket and call my neighbor. Someone has to keep an eye on my stepmom.
“Hello?”
“Hey June, I’m out for… work,” I lie on my toes. “Do you think you can keep an eye on my mother?”
“Sure thing, I’ll bring some cards over,” she informs sweetly.
Before I thank her, the door is slammed open and the phone is jerked from my grip by Felix.
“What are you doing?” I scream, standing ready to beat his ass.
“What do you not get about we are on lockdown, and your ass is mine for the time being?”
My face stoic, I can’t help my panties dampening from him claiming me like a madman.
His head tilts to the side, a look of desire crossing his face. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I look away.
He tucks a finger under my chin, making me look him in the eye. His body so close I can’t help but rest my hands on his chest. It’s so warm, so hard. My nails dig into his shirt, my pussy clenching with need.
“I know that look,” he states huskily. “I think dirty cop wants me, don’t you?” he asks arrogantly. Quickly I snap my hands from his chest, and try and take a step back but my legs hit the bed.
“Is that it? Do you want to straddle my lap while I pump my dick into that little pussy?”
My head whips up, my breath gone. My words stolen by this man with no regard for the law or manners for that matter. His harsh words sweeping in-between my lips and stealing my breath away like the outlaw that he is.
He leans in and a soft moan spills from my lips desperately wanting him to take me on this bed.