by Jessie Cooke
“I don’t blame you,” Swinger said. “And I appreciate that you didn’t come in here looking for a fight instead of a solution. I reckon that’s what sets you apart from other clubs. You live up to your reputation for being a smart, shrewd businessman.” Swinger was kissing his ass. Doc still didn’t like that bastard. Actually, the ass-kissing made him like him even less. But…if he severed his relationship with the Head Hunters he would be forced to take the Colombians’ business back on. The Sidewinders had already proved they were too stupid to handle it. Swinger was eliminating them one at a time and if they didn’t watch themselves, the cartel would take out the rest.
“What is it you want from me, Swinger?” Doc knew…but he wanted this sonofabitch to ask him. A little bit of groveling would even be okay.
“Talk to them for me, please. They listen to you.”
Doc chuckled and said, “They listened to me when I let Randall Covey assure me that the Sidewinders were capable of handling this. Why would they listen to me again? What are you going to offer them other than the same promises they got from Butch and his Bozos?”
“Money,” Swinger said.
“Money? You’re going to pay them?”
“Nope. See…I was reading about this Escobar guy. He fascinates me. Do you know he got his start by stealing tombstones, sandblasting the names off them and reselling them? He got into stealing cars then, probably about the same as you and me when we first started out.”
Doc didn’t like Swinger comparing the two of them. He didn’t see any similarities. But Swinger seemed to be waiting for an answer and Doc wanted him to go on and get this shit over with, so he said, “Mm-hmm.”
“Anyway, this dude is a fucking genius…and one of the richest men in the world. But since he’s a criminal, he can’t very well just deposit all of that money in a bank, right? I mean, I’m not sure what you do with yours…but we have to get pretty creative with ours, and I know this guy has a hell of a lot more than we do.”
“You want to launder money…for Pablo Escobar?” Doc would have laughed if it hadn’t been so incredibly ridiculous. “You’re talking about a man bold enough to publicly announce that he lives by the rule of ‘silver or lead.’ Do you know what that means, Swinger?”
“I’m not an idiot, of course I know what it means.”
“I’m not so sure,” Doc said, “that you’re not an idiot.” Swinger sat up straighter, like he was going to do something. Doc didn’t flinch. He wasn’t afraid of the asshole…not in that way anyway. He was afraid that the moron was just stupid enough to get him into a war with one of the most dangerous and powerful men in the world.
Swinger narrowed his dark green eyes on Doc’s face for just a few seconds…but then he must have realized that the man he was dealing with could be lethal in his own right. The Head Hunters were still struggling to make a name for themselves. Every club in the US and even a few in Mexico knew Doc Marshall’s name. Swinger wasn’t quite as stupid as Doc thought he was. “Then can I ask for suggestions?”
Doc leaned in and said, “If it was me, instead of a war with the Sidewinders, or the cartel, I’d play nice with both. I’d ally myself with the Sidewinders and I’d help them keep this contract with the cartel…which will benefit you all in the long run. Your VP has a relationship with Butch, I have a relationship with the cartel. If you’re looking to ally, I’ll help. If you’re looking to fight these people…any of them…you can do that on your own.” Doc stood up and Swinger said:
“Will you stay until tomorrow? I’ll call church tonight and talk to my guys and see if Randall can get Butch to agree to a sit-down here tomorrow.”
Doc nodded. “I’ll stay…until tomorrow. Then I’ve got my own business on the West Coast I’ll need to go and deal with.”
“Thank you.” Doc nodded at him again. When he left the office, everyone in the clubhouse seemed to be engaged in some kind of drunken, illicit behavior. Hawk was nowhere to be found, so presumably he was in the back room with one of the girls, or more. Doc had no interest in hanging around there listening to bad country music and watching unattractive people screw all night. He walked straight through the club and out to the parking lot and got on his bike. He hadn’t been sure until that exact moment whether or not he would go see Abril, but as soon as he started the bike, that’s where he was headed.
He drove the hour it took to get from the clubhouse in Medina to Abril’s crappy apartment in San Antonio. He hated the place. It was full of roaches and the junkies shot up right out in the parking lot. But if he started giving her money for a nicer place, she’d just keep wanting more. He told her more than once that she needed to find a better job…it really wasn’t his problem that she had no ambition.
He hadn’t called to warn her he was coming, but he’d never had to. She was always alone. He knocked on the door and he could hear her as she was looking out the peephole. When she pulled the door open, she was dressed only in a robe and she had a huge smile on her pretty face. Doc didn’t say a word. He just grabbed her by all that long, dark hair and walked her inside, kicking the door closed behind them. He kissed her, devoured her mouth. She kissed him back like she was starving. He fucking loved knowing that she waited months for him sometimes. She was always hot and wet and ready…and her pussy was as tight as a drum. He got them to the couch and then pushed her back slightly and unbuttoned his pants. She slipped off the robe she was wearing. Underneath she had on a red lace thong. He loved her in red. It went so well with her dark skin and hair. Once he kicked off his boots and pulled off his pants, Abril helped him push off his vest and t-shirt. Her hands went to his shorts and as soon as she had them down to his knees, he sat on the couch with his throbbing cock standing at attention.
Abril dropped down to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her warm, soft hands. She ran them up and down the shaft and then softly across his balls, sending shudders down his spine. She leaned down and opened her lips, taking in just the tip at first, sucking and licking on it like it was a lollipop. He loved the way she had to almost strain to open her small mouth wide enough to accommodate him. Her lips were full, but her mouth was as tight as her pussy.
She sucked him in until he was in her throat and then she began to bob her head up and down on his shaft, licking it as she did. Each time the head of his cock touched the back of her throat his body convulsed. She would swallow every now and again, catching the tip of his cock in her tight, wet throat each time she did. He was thrusting his hips and moaning, and she was slurping and moaning around his cock. He saw her slide her hand down over her beautiful breasts and flat stomach, until it dipped down inside of the front of the little thong. She rubbed her pussy while she sucked his cock, and he could hear how wet she was. The more excited she got, the harder she sucked and the faster she rubbed her clit. She moaned around his cock until he couldn’t take it another second. He had to be inside of that hot pussy. Picking her up by her shoulders, he stood up and brought her to her feet. Their mouths joined again in a long, slow, hot kiss, while his hands explored her dips and curves. Finally, he took her by the hand and led her down the hallway to her bedroom. Once there, he ripped the thong off her and lay down on the bed, pulling her down on top of him.
Those months that she’d been alone culminated in her being almost animalistic in her desire for him. She writhed on top of him, rubbing her hard nipples into his chest and wriggling her hips against his so that his hard cock was pressed into her pubic bone. She spread her legs and then trapped one of his thighs between them and he watched as she put on a show for him, humping her wet pussy against his hard thigh. He reached out and took her nipples between his fingers, twisting and pulling on them while she rode his thigh as if it were a giant cock, tossing her hair around and growling like a bitch in heat. She drove him crazy. He finally let go of her breasts, put his hands on her waist, and pulled her upright so she was sitting on his cock. She still didn’t put it inside of her right away. She slipped up and down on it,
letting her hard clit rub into it before at last sliding her hand down between them and guiding him to her opening. She locked her eyes into his…those dark, sexy eyes…and with hair stuck to the sides of her face and her red lips wet and swollen, she took him into her pussy, an inch at a time.
Doc let out a loud groan when he was finally all the way inside her. Her tight muscles locked down around him and the lubrication from her wildly over-stimulated pussy helped it to slide in and out of her as she moved up and down on top of him. He reached back and grabbed two handfuls of her ample backside and held onto it, helping her move up and down, falling into an almost perfect rhythm at once. They bucked and rocked together, and when Doc couldn’t take the slow and sweet any longer, he grabbed her and roughly turned her onto her back and climbed up on top. Once he was back inside of her, she lifted her legs to his shoulders and he pumped in and out of her until she was screaming out in a wild orgasm that her neighbors could probably all feel. His body began to hum and the vibrations started at his feet and met in his core. He had his eyes closed, but just before he came he opened them. He wanted to see her face. Instead, as he emptied his seed into his lover, he was looking across the room at the doorway, and into the wildly pissed-off blue eyes of his old lady.
Dallas waited until Doc and Hawk had been on the road for two days before boarding a plane at Boston. The hardest part of making plans was leaving Dax. Since he was born, she’d never spent more than a few hours without him, and then he was always with Doc. She didn’t trust any of the club girls, she didn’t have any family, and all of the “friends” she had were bikers. She almost took the baby with her, but taking a one-year-old on a flight and worrying about keeping him busy in a hotel room…and maybe taking him to a raucous clubhouse…would be much too much. That was when she’d started thinking about asking Toolie. If the gruff old mechanic had been a bachelor like most of the rest of the men, she wouldn’t have considered it, no matter how many brothers he’d raised. But Toolie was dating a woman named Lola and Dallas actually liked her. Lola was a forty-something-year-old woman whom the club had inherited when they bought out a small studio that shot short porn videos. Lola was rapidly turning into a porn star despite the fact that she was twenty years, or more, older than the other women the club had hired. Dallas and Lola had never talked about it, but Doc told her it was because the director had discovered that when it came to sex, Lola would do anything. She did straight sex, lesbian, threesomes, gangbangs, and she even dabbled in BDSM and bestiality. But the strange thing was that despite her odd resume, she was one of the kindest, sweetest people that Dallas had ever met. So far, she was the only woman on the ranch that Dallas had formed any kind of bond with, and Lola loved Dax. That was what Dallas liked best about her. She didn’t trust people who didn’t like babies…people like Badger. So she had gone and sat down with Lola and Toolie, and asked them to keep her baby while she took her first trip without him. She lied, and she hated that part. She couldn’t let anyone know where she was going because like her or not, Doc was who they were loyal to. She told them she was going to see a sick aunt in Houston. She told them she’d be in Texas, just in case they got suspicious when she got to the hotel and called to give them the number. She just hoped they didn’t happen to talk to Doc, because he’d be smart enough to figure out exactly what she was doing, before she did it.
Toolie and Lola had been delighted to help out. Dallas had made it to the airport in San Antonio the night before and she’d been sitting in a rented car, down the street from the Head Hunters’ clubhouse since six a.m. She’d seen Doc and Hawk ride in, and she’d waited…hoping she was wrong and she wouldn’t see her man ride out, but with a gut feeling that she was right. She sat there all day, reading books and listening to the radio. She’d brought snacks and water. Going to pee was the only issue, but there was a Wendy’s down the street that she ran to a couple of times.
It was just about eight p.m. when she saw the lone rider come out of the front gates of the Head Hunters’ clubhouse. She knew it was Doc even though she couldn’t see his features. She’d recognize him anywhere. She could feel her heart slamming against her chest as she followed him. After almost an hour she started to think that maybe he’d just gone out for a ride. But not long after that, he pulled the bike up in front of a rundown-looking apartment building. She sat across the street and watched as that Puerto Rican woman pulled open the door and jumped into his arms. She wanted to vomit as soon as she saw him reach for her. She wished that she’d brought a gun, and then she was glad that she hadn’t. She couldn’t kill anyone. She had a son to raise. She sat there for a good thirty or forty minutes trying to decide what to do, before she couldn’t control the compulsion to get out of the car and go knock on the door.
When she got up to the door she heard it; everyone heard it. The junkies lying out front in the bushes were laughing and one of them was touching himself. That woman was screaming…in ecstasy. Dallas almost turned around and left, but suddenly she found her hand on the door handle instead, turning it. Almost frozen in shock when she realized it was unlocked, she stood there for another few minutes, undecided as to what she should do. It was only when she heard Doc grunt and she knew her old man was about to have an orgasm, inside another woman, that she couldn’t hold back any longer. She wasn’t quiet when she went into the trashy little place, but they were too loud and busy themselves to hear her. If she weren’t so pissed and sick to her stomach, the look on Doc’s face when he saw her might have been funny. But it wasn’t funny. It was devastating. Even though she knew exactly what she would find when she walked in there, she felt like she’d been kicked in the stomach. The man that she loved more than anything in the world, except for the baby that he had made with her, was staring at her while he lay on top of another woman. Thank God she hadn’t brought a gun; they might all be dead.
27
Dallas hadn’t said a word. She’d just turned and stormed out while Doc climbed off Abril and chased her down the hall, butt-ass naked. He had grabbed her arm when she got to the front door, but she was ready to fight him, and he didn’t want to hurt her, so he let go. By the time he dressed and got away from a sobbing, crazy Abril, she was gone. He got on his bike and drove to the first pay phone he found and called the ranch, and the only person there that he knew Dallas would ever let touch her baby.
“Where the fuck is my old lady?”
“Doc?”
“Of course it’s me, you fucker. Where is Dallas?”
Toolie cleared his throat, probably to keep his tone in check, before he said, “She went to Houston, to visit her sick aunt.”
“Fuck. Are you a fucking idiot? Do you honestly think if she had a sick aunt in Houston that I would have let her go see her on her own?”
“Shit. I’m sorry, Doc. She was so convincing…”
“I know she didn’t leave the baby without leaving you a number where she can be reached. Give it to me.”
“Sure, just a sec.” Proving his life wasn’t of much value, Toolie made Doc wait for a full two to three minutes while he argued with his own old lady about where she’d put the number. He finally came back on the line and said, “It was right there on the fridge. It just got covered up with…”
“The number!”
“Sure, sorry, Doc.” Toolie rattled off a phone number and then said, “It’s room 22.”
“Fuck! You didn’t notice it was a San Antonio area code?”
“Uh…no, I’m sorry…” Doc started to hang up on him and then he said:
“How’s my son?”
“He’s good. He’s a great kid, Doc. Love this kid. You know what he…?”
“If Dallas gets back before I do, that baby doesn’t leave the ranch.” He lowered his voice to almost a growl and said, “Do you understand?”
“Yeah, Doc, of course.”
“You make sure of it, Toolie. You’ll be held personally responsible if he’s not there when I get back.”
“Sure, Doc, sure…�
� Doc hung up. He called the number he’d just scratched out onto the phone booth and after the second ring it was picked up.
“Red Roof Inn, San Antonio. How can I help you?”
“What’s your address?” The receptionist told him and then said, “We’re right across from the train station.” Doc hung up. He knew exactly where it was. He got on his bike and broke every speed law getting to the hotel. He was about to park when he saw Dallas getting into a dark blue sedan. He rode the bike over and pulled up behind the car. She couldn’t go forward because there was a building there. He knew he was taking a risk, as pissed as she was, but he didn’t sincerely believe she’d run him over.
“Get the fuck out of my way, Doc!” she screamed out the window.
“No. Get out of the car.”
“No.” Fuck. She was going to drive him into an early grave. He slid off the bike and started around the car. No sooner he was out of the way than he heard the tires squeal, and then smoke…as she popped the car into reverse. He was yelling at the top of his lungs when she hit the bike. He didn’t even know what he was saying; he was in shock. She moved the car forward slightly, put it in reverse again, and that time he had to jump out of the way as she drove back over the bike, hitting it like a speed bump and dragging pieces of it across the lot with her. He stood there in disbelief. He knew she had a short fuse…but she’d just crossed a line of crazy that he’d never even suspected.
Dallas could hear what was left of the Harley dragging on the street as she sped away. The further she got from the hotel, the shallower her breathing became. She was almost gasping for air and her chest hurt. She felt like she was having a heart attack. She could taste the tears running down her cheeks, falling freely without any effort, or consent, from her. Her rage had turned into anxiety and now her mind wanted to unravel what she had just done and try to figure out how the fuck she was going to undo it.