Taming The Bear: A Bad Boy MC Romance Novel (Lucifer's Lair Novel Book 1)

by Eden Rose

  I type a few codes into the computer and then I’m instantly searching through Smokey’s computer and files. Damn, this man watches some disgusting porn. I quickly click out of all of his browser history because the porn is making me sick and then click on his emails.

  Date: october 20th, 2016

  From: Q

  To: smokey

  Hey man. I got your email and i’m game for when you are. We need to do a practice run because we only got one chance to get this right. You good with that?

  Email me.

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  Date: october 20th, 2016

  From: smokey

  To: Q

  Hey dude. I gotcha. There is a meet happening at the end of this week and this is the time to get both clubs together. Are you good with coming out this way?

  Smokey

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  Date: october 21th, 2016

  From: Q

  To: smokey

  Do you have everything that you need to make these bombs? We need to make fucking sure that we can get this off without calling attention to ourselves. When was the last time that you made one?

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  Date: october 21th, 2016

  From: smokey

  To: Q

  That’s why we need to practice before we go through with this. If shit goes south, remember our promise. You told me that i would have a place in your club.

  Smokey

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  Date: october 21th, 2016

  From: Q

  To: smokey

  All i’m saying is i don’t want to catch a case because you fuck shit up.

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  Date: october 22th, 2016

  From: smokey

  To: Q

  The drop is scheduled for this friday. I just got word that they are making a meet to drop off new products. I have several bombs already made up and ready to go when we need them.

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  Date: october 22th, 2016

  From: Q

  To: smokey

  We got this. Don’t worry. Meet you at the spot tomorrow to test out everything.

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  I feel invasive as I read these emails that discuss blowing up Joe. He’s probably not going to win any popularity contests or anything, but I don’t think he’s a bad guy. Could I be wrong? I don’t think so.

  I save the dozens of emails that are from his Veep and someone else so that I could show Joe when he comes back. Looking around his room, I notice that I’ve left quite a mess so I begin to clean everything up.

  Just when I’m putting my equipment away, I hear someone at the door and they are listening. I creep over to the door and stick my ear to it so I could hear if whomever is out there is talking about me or whatever.

  “What do you think she’s been doing this whole time?” A female asks and I immediately recognize her voice as the Slut.

  Someone else puts their ear to the door. “I think it’s creepy that she’s been locked in there for so long.”

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Joe’s powerful and husky voice makes my insides quiver. I quickly run back to the bed so he doesn’t catch me spying on him and the sluts. “Why are you circling my room like a bunch of sharks?”

  The Slut giggles and I jump off the bed again to see what she’s doing. I look through the peephole and see her toss her fake blonde hair back and rub her tits on Joe’s chest.

  Fuck this bitch up!

  I fight the urge to open the door and kick her ass all over again. How dare she flirt with him like this when she knows that I’m just inside of here.

  “Oh, Bear, we were trying to see if your friend wanted to come hang out with us or something. We were getting ready for the party tonight…” she giggles again.

  For fuck’s sake. He can’t honestly think that she’s trying to be nice to me by including me. No, she will probably stab me as I’m getting dressed or something. Or worse. Poison my drink and then tell everyone I’m easy.

  I didn’t go to the traditional college at the traditional age, but I’ve heard of all the bad stories surrounding hazing. I’m not going to be a victim to her and her dumb ass behavior. Fuck her.

  The Bear

  The moment I had seen the flies circling around my room talking about Chantal, I knew they were going to be a problem. Val, Kate and Britney have been around long enough to know that my room is off limits to everyone but those that I invite back. I’m pissed as fuck that they are near my door and are trying to fuck with Chantal.

  Chantal’s not like these girls. She doesn’t have daddy issues or something and she’s here to do a job for me. Not to trap a brother into making her an ol’ lady or something like these sluts are doing right now.

  I’m disgusted as fuck to admit that I have fucked all three of them a few times before they ran off to sleep with a different one of the brothers.

  Val was the one that was pissed off that I wouldn’t wife her up and make her my ol’ lady. One, I don’t need that kind of stress from her. And two, she’s not the type of person that would stay by my side if I get locked up. Val is the type of person that is attracted to money and the status. I have money and I have the highest status in the club, so I was her prime target.

  Kate on the other hand, she just likes to have a good time and doesn’t care who knows that. She’s a woman who loves to fuck and she will continue to do that until she’s ready. Half Ball tried to lock her down because she kept fucking him all the time but she said no.

  Now, Britney. We didn’t get past oral sex because I couldn’t keep it hard with her. She’s the one that has daddy issues and she’s looking for a saviour. I’m nobody’s saviour and I won’t pretend to be. Plus, she’s in love with Mack Truck.

  That’s what I like about Chantal. She doesn’t need me to save her but I want to. It’s a vicious cycle. She doesn’t need me but I need her to need me.

  “Stay away from her,” I growl.

  Britney steps up and places her hand on my shoulder but I block it out of the way. “Bear, we were just trying to be nice. Honest.”

  “Find someone else to bother because I’ve got plans with my woman,” I state and pull my keys out to unlock the door. “Go.”

  I slam the door in their faces and am pleasantly surprised to see Chantal sitting on the bed with a guilty look on her face. “I take it you heard that?” I question even though it’s obvious.

  “Uh,” she starts and then looks off to the left. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

  “Sure, baby,” I reply and then look at my bed that is full of a bunch of shit. “What’d you do to my bed?” I muse.

  Quickly, she begins showing me everything that she has printed out in neat piles on my bed. I love watching her face light up as she discusses everything that she has found. It’s like watching a kid open up their birthday presents.

  I’m reading the emails that Smokey is sending someone else and my blood begins to boil. My Veep tried to kill me so he could gain my club. What a fucking asshole.

  “That rat bastard,” I growl out loud and hold the emails closer to my face in hopes that I’m reading it wrong.

  Chantal nods her head and then tilts it to the side making her pink hair look like a waterfall. “That’s not all. I also did a search on his computer and found websites that he saved regarding building bombs at home. There’s probably at least fifteen different websites on his browser.”

  I’m going to kill him.

  “Thanks, baby. I’m gonna be right back,” I tell her and give her
a quick kiss on the lips. “Stay here and lock the door. Don’t open it unless it’s me on the other side.”

  “All right.”

  I spin on my heels and storm out of my room. As soon as I get to the bar area, I see about half of all of the brothers in there getting drunk. I throw my hand in the air and everyone stops talking. Music is still playing but it’s almost as if everyone knew it was going to monumental.

  “Listen up, I want you to exercise the phone tree and call every brother in. And prospects,” I demand.

  Smokey’s the first one to step up to me and he smells like beer already. “What’s going on?”

  You tried to kill me. You tried to overthrow me. You created the ultimate sin and I’m going to make an example out of you.

  “There’s some shit that I need to talk to everyone about and I want all of your asses at the warehouse out back in thirty minutes. Whoever is late, well, you better have a good god damn reason. I don’t give a shit if you’re getting dome,” I state and look at Smokey and then Slice in the eyes, “you pull your damn pants up and come to work.”

  Part of being a leader that has already affected me was not leaning over their shoulders to make sure that they actually did what I asked them to. One of the major problems with being a president of the club, I had a lot of fucking pressure on my back and I needed to make sure that I didn’t get the counsel called on me.

  Being recognized as a national motorcycle club, everyone that has a rocker all answers to the same people and that is the counsel. They are the ones that are making sure that everyone is following the rules and doing what they are supposed to be doing. Since I’m the president of a 1%’er club, I don’t typically give two shits about being on their good side.

  What I do care about is the blowback that I could get from doing something the wrong way. Like killing Smokey in front of everyone so they know that I mean business.

  I’m armed with all of my information that I need to bring this asshole down and I know I’m about to piss off a lot of fucking people. I’m not willing to tell them how I found out this information and I’m not willing to throw Chantal under the bus for doing what I paid her to do.

  My blood is boiling as I walk to the back building that is hidden by a bunch of trees. This building has been on the club property before we were even a club and I intend to keep it that way. I like this building because nobody knows where it is and I’m able to keep my club life private. Like dealing with someone that is staging a coup.

  I don’t bother moving anything around and I sit on the biggest chair next to the far wall. That’s one thing that I don’t do and that is let my back be exposed to anyone who will stab me in the back like Smokey.

  The brothers start trickling in and I keep my gun on my thigh as I watch them. Not one of them knows what I’m about to do and it’s going to get pretty fucking bad.

  “All right,” I clear my throat as the last one comes in and it’s Smokey. “Full patched members, I want you sitting up front. Probates, take your seats in the back and watch what you are about to see.”

  I give them a few minutes to do what I said and then I stand up. “A lot of you don’t know that it wasn’t that long ago when someone tried to kill me with a bomb. What you also don’t know is that I knew someone was being a rat and it was a fake run.”

  “That’s bull shit!” Smokey states and slams his hand on the table.

  Slice does it too and I can tell that he’s hurt worse than any of them. Flip’s face is hard as he tries to figure out what I’m saying. Q’ Ball is glaring at me and I just shrug off all of their stares.

  “Someone in this club is a rat and I have proof as to who it is. What I want all of you to witness is this is what happens when you betray your club, your leader and your colors.”

  The guys start speaking up and I know they are trying to tell me that I’m wrong but I don’t need them to do that. What I do need them to do is make sure something like this doesn’t happen again.

  “Ranked members, I want you to stand up and face the rest of the club. I want everyone to say what their rank is and what you do here.”

  “Come on, Bear! This is fucking stupid!” Smokey yells out as he stays seated.

  I’m not playing these games so I walk over to him and stand behind his chair and grab the backing to it. Once it’s in my hands, I push him off of his chair so he has to stand up. “Alright, since you don’t want to follow directions, those of you that don’t stand up you don’t get your kick back this month. And damn, what a great kick back it was too. That run we did to Jersey and back brought in a lot of loot.”

  I’m playing dirty and I know that I’m pissin’ off a bunch of the higher ranking members but I need to make my point here. My point is- you don’t stage a coup and think you are going to get away with it. There are consequences for your actions and betraying your president, well that’s treason.

  What do we do to treasonous people? Burn them alive and make sure that everyone knows not to fuck with The Lucifer’s Lair.

  I gave Mack Truck all of the money so he could divide it and update the books for me. He’s the treasurer and a quick wit when it comes to numbers and all things money. After every time we get paid, I let Mack Truck do his thing with all of the money and then he tells me how much we got paid. Since I’m the highest ranking mother fucker in here, I get the most and then it goes down the line to all of the brothers. A majority of clubs won’t tip out their probates, but I think it’s important to build on morale. If they aren’t getting anything in return, the chances of them being a stand up guy is slim.

  Brotherhood is key. Every brother is treated like the contribution that they bring to the club and those contributions get paid.

  After my threat, the brothers stood up and went down the line telling everyone who they are. I waited until Smokey is last and I stand next to him. “I’m Smokey and I’m the Vice President.”

  “I’m The Bear and I’m the president of this club. Everyone sit down. I have story time for you.”

  Everyone sits down and I begin reading all of the emails that Chantal had printed out for me. That woman is brilliantly smart and I’m so fucking happy that she’s on my side of this equation. If I wasn’t already paying her for everything that she has done, I would have to find another way to make sure she knows that she’s appreciated.

  “Wanna know who sent those emails?” I question and look at everyone in the room.

  “Aye!” Everyone chants out and I smile a big smile because I finally have Smokey where I want him. Hanging off my hook like a squirmy worm.

  Like playing that child’s game of Duck, Duck, Goose, I walk behind everyone of the patched members until I get to Smokey. I place my hand on his shoulder and then lean in really close.

  “You fucked up. You should have fucking killed me when you had the chance and now you’re going to talk. Stand up and tell everyone what you did.”

  Flip is looking at Smokey with disgusted eyes and I know that he’s definitely confused right now. In order to be patched in or even be considered a hang around (someone who comes to hang out at the club and is trying things out) you have to be vouched for by a patched member. Smokey was Flip’s member who vouched for him and was responsible in making sure that the club life was right for his protege.

  “He’s lying, right?” Flip says to Smokey.

  Smokey stands up out of his chair and gets defensive against me and the accusations that I’m handing him. Due to our bylaws, if someone tries to overthrow a current president, that person must have permission and go about it the right way. Which means, he should have challenged me in a table meeting or even came up to me and told me he wanted to. No, he had to be a sneaky bitch and try to kill me.

  “This is bull shit! I’m being framed!” He yells out and looks around the room of our brothers.

  Not one of them have said anything in order to defend him or question how I found out my information. Not one of them jumped in and said that the accusations are a lie.
“Silence, brother,” I say to him as the room is so quiet you can hear the crickets. “No one besides your protege are stepping up.”

  Mack Truck, Slice and Q’ Ball stand up out of their chairs and grab ahold of Smokey as he charges at me. The guys weren’t fast enough because he managed to get in one punch and that was to my gut. The brothers hold onto him for me and I finish reading off the emails to everyone.

  I could tell that the prospects were getting scared of what is going to happen but I want them to be scared. I want them to know this is what happens when you double cross your club.