Axe: Devils Reapers MC (Book 1)

by Ruby Carter

  I shake off the thoughts of 'him' and I chuckle to myself as I stand up and try to maneuver through the rowdy crowd on my high heels as I get off the chair in the booth. I feel myself wobble. God, those drinks have gone straight to my head. "Zar I'm such a lightweight… Ohhh, I don’t care. It’s Friday night!" I say giggling and that starts Zar off. I try to maneuver through the crowd as I hear her laughing at me trying to walk in a straight line, I turn my head to the side look back at her and stick my tongue at her.

  I try to get through some of the crowd but have to turn back.

  I get back to the booth and Zara is facing me with her arms crossed over her chest. She is trying to put her cross face on but failing miserably, as her shoulders are shaking and her face is cracking from trying to hold her laughter in.

  "What? I can’t get through, because they either can’t hear or see me! It’s alright for you, tall people." I wave my hand at her aimlessly. Zara eventually stops laughing at my misfortune.

  "Come on, babes. You know I’m only teasing you. I will help you out." Before I get to ask what she is going to do, Zar gets up and shouts to the part of the crowd closest to us, "excuse me, I need to get through," and everyone starts to part for her.

  ~ Chapter 3 Axe ~

  Walking into Jacks, my dad’s old buddy’s bar. With Flex – my VP, Dagger- my Sergeant At Arms and Wrench the clubs newest Prospect were by my side. It was fairly busy even for a Friday night. The heaviness of the Tennessee heat radiated through the bar. “Huh,” I grunted as I walked up to Jack at the bar to order our usual of a bottle of Jack and a couple of cold beers each. “Yo, Jack. What’s happened to your air con?”

  Jack, a big, stocky man looked scary as fuck with a five o’clock shadow worth of stubble, but he was loyal as anything. Meeting my gaze with ease, as he saw me like a son. “X, it broke earlier and I rang the engineer. They are fully booked and can’t get out to fix it for a few days, and that’s if he gets a cancellation. It’s this damn weather!” I only let him call me X, besides my dad and Cara, my sister. I get on the phone and dial Brains, our club tech guy.

  “Can you or do you know anyone who can fix an air conditioner unit?” Brains confirmed what I guessed. Of course he could fix it. He asked where he was needed.

  “Jack’s bar. It’s roasting in here. Get down here.”

  “I will be straight down boss.” He informed me then hung up. Cheeky little shit. I will be having a word with him about hanging up on me.

  “Brains will be down soon to sort it out. Why didn’t you ring me and ask me to get someone to sort it? You know, we may not be blood but we are family.” Family means a lot to the entire MC and me. I take it personally if there is something I could do to help.

  Jack lifted his head from cleaning a glass “I know we are family but I didn’t want to bother you. You’re busy with the club and your businesses. "It would have eventually gotten sorted, but thanks, X, “Jack said with a grateful look on his face. “Jack, next time, call me. I may be busy but I make time to help family, ok? As I’m sorting your air con send us our drinks over to the table,” I couldn’t help saying, a cheeky grin on my stubble-covered face. He waved his towel at me, shook his head, and jerked it upwards with a smirk on his face as in agreement. He brought over glasses, a bottle of Jack, and ice-cold beers, the beers we had all been thinking about on the ride back home.

  “God, boss. There are some fine pieces of ass in here tonight. Mmmmm see.” Dagger nudges me and points over to several women. I barely register them, as I’m tired from the long ride from one of the other chapters for a meet. “Mmm hmmm,” I acknowledge him.

  I hear two girls laughing in the far corner of the bar. It’s too dark to see them but as I’m mid air taking a drink from the ice-cold beer, I can almost taste the honey and hops. One of the girls from the far corner walks, staggers, through the crowd of people. I can’t see her face or her head, as she is so tiny, like a little pixie. As she walks past our table to get to the bar, she eventually tries squeezing through a group of people after saying excuse me, and no one hears her. She loses her footing and stumbles on her black high heels and I instinctively save her from falling flat on her ass by grabbing her by the waist. She’s sitting on my lap, flushed from the incident.

  Hmmmmm. The scent of fresh flowers hits me, her small waist and curvaceous figure fits perfectly against mine. From her round ass to her full rack, I can’t help myself staring down her top. She’s giggling. God, that sound, it hits me in the chest like a familiar ache, even though I know this is the first time I am hearing and seeing this gorgeous, tiny, pixie-like creature.

  “I’m so sorry, mister...” she says coyly, trying not to laugh. Like she’s holding it in. “I may be slightly tipsy. I ...” she stops mid sentence and has turned around, staring right into my eyes. Her eyes are beautiful and big, but her pupils dilate, they quickly flickering downward as her cheeks flush in embarrassment. She tries to remove herself from my grasp. I let her go reluctantly I could get lost in those big green-grey eyes. Her shiny lips are dying to be kissed; I can almost taste her as her fresh flowers scent fills my nostrils once more. This magnificent creature who just landed in my lap has since straightened up, with her figure-hugging black jeans on and deep purple top. The neckline scoops around her chest, and in her fuck-me heels… Without the heels, she must be 5’5 at best.

  “I’m so sorry. I was on the way to the bar, but thank you for saving me,” she says in that sweet, soft voice followed by a slight, tipsy giggle. I need to keep her talking so I can hear more of that voice. Why won’t she look at me?

  “It’s ok, sweetness. You can land in my lap anytime! What’s your drink? I can get them for you.”

  I can’t help embarrassing her even more. Her cheeks are nearly crimson. It makes me feel proud that I put the pink in her cheeks. Stupid fuck, listen to yourself. You only just met her! God, but I can’t help be drawn to her… She breaks my thoughts with that goddamn voice. It’s like velvet that has my cock twitching. “Ermm. No, it’s okay. Thank you, anyway. I best get them, as my B.F will be over wondering what’s happened.”

  “Your B.F? Your boyfriend let you go to the bar by yourself in this rowdy crowd? What a fuckin’ pussy!”

  This sweet little pixie looks up and stares at me, wide eyed, blinking several times as her luscious lips part. She realizes she’s staring, catches herself, and quickly lowers her eyes to say “Boyfriend, no. Best friend, yes, and it’s my round.”

  She says the first part with so much doubt, like she doesn’t think she could get a man. Has she not looked in the mirror?! Does she not see how bangin’ her body is? Had some dick made her doubt how sexy she is?

  She scurries off to the bar before I can say anything else, showing me that full, luscious ass that you could bounce a quarter off … well damn, for fuck’s sake!

  No woman has me wanting to get to know her other than for a night between the sheets, but this sexy as fuck pixie creature has me wanting to see how far I can make that body turn pink!

  ~ Chapter 4 Dani ~

  OMG!!! That stranger. Tall, thick-corded muscles up his biceps… You could see every single muscle detail through that black, tight t-shirt. That shirt looked like a second skin. His bright, ice blue eyes staring down at me, his eyes roaming my body like he was undressing me. He made me feel so naked. His hair’s short all over, a little bit longer on top, enough to run your fingers through…

  God, it’s hot in here.

  Must get back to Zara. Goddamn this crowd. Eventually, after 5 minutes of trying, I eventually make it back to our table, drinks in hand.

  "What took you so long, Dan?"

  "Ermmm, hello! Have you not seen how busy the bar is and you know no-one can see me, being a short ass, heels or no heels!" I point back to the crowd I pushed through.

  "Yeah, I saw that, but something else happened. You’re bright pink all over. What has you blushing like that?" Zara says with a big, dirty smirk and a raised eyebrow like she knows what happened
.

  "Ermmm, well, I eventually got to the bar and fell in the lap of a man. No big deal--" Zara interrupted me mid sentence. "You fell into the lap of a man? Not a big deal, girl?! I saw the man and he was very much a big deal!"

  "Wait, what? You saw me fall and struggle and you let me, you bitch!" I playfully slap her on the arm.

  "Girl you were dealing with it fine. He was clearly interested in you." She cocks her head to the side, pointing her finger to the bar where I had just come from.

  I reluctantly turn my head to see the tall, gorgeous stranger staring at me from the bar, tall enough to see over the crowd. The gorgeous stranger is staring. He’s staring at me. "Why is he staring at me, and not you, Zar?"

  "Why? Don’t be dense, Dani. You’re gorgeous, that’s why! If I were into a bit of muff munching, I would be all over you. You have a bangin’ body, gorgeous eyes, and big tits!" Zara playfully strokes my upper arm, pretending she’s flirting.

  "Well, I'm not interested. I can’t trust a man again. Not after last time."

  Zara looks back at the handsome stranger, smirks, and looks back at me." Well maybe that isn’t up to you. He probably wants to have a one night stand."

  "I can’t do that either. You know how I am around men."

  I risk a look up at the bar and the gorgeous man has disappeared. I then feel eyes on me. I smell leather, fresh air, and man. I look up in the opposite direction of the bar and see the gorgeous stranger standing at the end of the booth with another man. I think he was sitting at his table. God, why can’t I control my body’s reactions around him? My breath catches in the back of my throat.

  "Sorry to disturb you, Pixie, but you dropped your phone when you fell into my lap." Oh my god, that voice. It’s so deep and goes right through me, touching places it shouldn't. God does my body respond. I can feel my core getting hot and my nipples responding to him.

  Wait. Did he just call me Pixie?

  He hands me my phone before I can ask and I press the main button to see several missed calls from 'Dickhead'.

  “Thank you. I didn’t realize it was missing," I say, looking through my eyelashes up at him, as my cheeks flush. "That’s okay, Pixie. Just tell me who this ‘Dickhead’ is who keeps calling you several minutes? Do you want to tell him to back off and tell him you are seeing me?" He says with a cheeky smile and wink. God, why does he have to be so handsome and now I can see that he has a dimple on his right cheek.

  "What? No, you can’t. It will only make him ma--" …I stop as I realize I have said too much. His handsome face has turned curious, angry maybe? I look to Zara for support and her eyes go wide. She shrugs, as to say “I don’t know what to suggest”.

  "Make him what, Pixie?" he says with authority. Not in the same way as 'him' but an “I want to help, people, tell me” voice. His eyebrows furrow whilst tilting his head to the side so he’s closer to my eye level.

  "Nothing. It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it. Honestly, we need to go anyway, don’t we, Zara?" I don’t look at him as I say this. I can’t. It’s like he can see through it all. I look at the table and then to Zara. She gets up with our bags and we start to make our way to the door as we move around the stranger and his friend.

  He stops me, putting a big, tanned hand on my forearm. It stops me in my tracks. I look up at him through my eyelashes.

  "It does matter, Pixie. It matters to me."

  "Why would it matter to you? We don’t know each other or each other’s names," I reply.

  "Axe," he says with authority again, a familiarity like I should know that name. His voice, it’s like dark chocolate: rich and deep.

  I have one foot out of the bar and he shouts, "What’s yours? You didn’t tell me your name!" I stand still and stare at Zara who is already outside.

  She says, "Just tell him what is the worse that could happen?" I think on that for a minute or two and turn around and pull all the courage I can muster, trying my hardest to look into those baby blue eyes. I walk up to him, trying not to breathe in that distinctive scent, but it’s no good. It infiltrates my nose. Mmmmm. It wraps me up. It smells… comfortable.

  "Dani. My name’s Dani, and if you're smart you would stay away from me." I get back to the door and he his right on my heels, his front pressed up against my back "Why would you say that?" he asks.

  I exhale whilst looking at the floor for a while and gather my courage up again. I turn around as I am so close to his chest and say what I have running through my mind, "because I am damaged and broken."

  ~ Chapter 5 Axe ~

  Dani.

  Damaged and broken.

  How can that gorgeous creature even think she is either of those things?

  I bet a million dollars that this 'Dickhead' has something to do with her thinking that about herself.

  I need to find out who this dickhead is and make him pay, but first, I got to get to know Dani. When she looked into my eyes before she left the bar, telling me her name and warning me to stay away from her because she’s “broken and damaged”, her pupils were wide. I could see her emotions through those green-grey eyes: Hurt, fear, and curiosity.

  The last one has me hopeful that I am not the only one who felt their skin go alive when our bodies were pressed up together like that. It felt so good being flushed against her back.

  I turn to Flex my VP. “Get the men and let’s get back to the clubhouse. I need my bed.”

  “Sure thing boss.” He walks off to get the rest of the men as I am still standing where Dani left me.

  Once we get back to the clubhouse at 1 in the morning, the place is full of smoke, noise, and the lingering smell of sex. I call out to the club, “Yo, church at 9. If you’re fucking, take it back to your rooms. Otherwise, come and have a drink with your prez.”

  A few of the men scurry out of the room to get laid, but I haven’t touched a club whore in a week. She was a loose one at that, but to be fair to Brandy, she has gone around the whole club a few times over.

  Flex, Wrench, Dagger, and Bear were the ones left in the room. Tinhead, another one of our prospects, served us. He got us each glasses and a big bottle of Jack.

  “How did it the meet go, boss?” Bear asks. He’s one of the most loyal motherfuckers you will meet.

  “You know I can’t talk about it until church. You know that, Bear, but I will say you can all rest easy tonight. Let’s have a few drinks, shoot some pool, and then hit the sack.” They all nod and agree with me.

  2am, I am sitting, enjoying my bottle of Jack on my own with Flex on one side and I overhear Bear start talking and showing off his new tat he got on his back today. “Yeah, it’s a great tat studio called Empire Ink, off Main Street. The owner did mine, Jake Hart. He has his Sister working there and a girl on the desk called Daisy. No it ain’t that...” I don’t let him finish, as I have been after a tattoo studio on our books to do a few pieces on the men who want more, including myself.

  I grab Bear’s shoulder to stop him from continuing his conversation, “Where is this place?” Bear replies, slurring his words, “down on Main Street, boss. Next to the bakery. D’ya know which one?” I grunt a reply. I know exactly which bakery he means. “Yeah, I know which one you mean, Bear. I might have to check it out in the week or whenever I get a free hour to check it out. This Jake Hart, he ok?” “Yeah, Prez. Honest, he’s ok and you know how I’m not the most trusting. His work speaks for itself.”

  He lifts his shirt off and shows me the outline of his back piece, an outline of a huge dragon, not one of those shitty ones. This is huge, covers most of his back, and it curves from the left bottom of his back near his hip, where the tail is, and then snakes up to the right shoulder blade where the head sits in between the shoulder blades.

  “Well, shit, Bear. That beast of a dragon is going to look the shit. He’s done a good job on it already. When you next got an appointment? Let me know when you next go up. I will come up with you, and so will Flex, to check it out.”

  Bear nods in recogni
tion and adds, “sure thing, boss. It might not be until next week to start some of the coloring in. I will let you know a couple of days before. That ok with you, boss?”

  “Yeah, that is fine with me. Might ask this Jake Hart if he fancies doing the club colors on each of us? What do you think, Flex?”

  “Sounds good to me. I have been wanting some more tats on my skin.” He nods slowly in agreement with me.

  I have been thinking about her since we got back from Jack’s.

  She has consumed my thoughts. Just thinking about her curvy body, small waist with that ass… Mmmmm god damn it!

  And those gorgeous, big eyes that I lost myself in, and the way she blushes when I speak to her or am near her…

  Fuucckk! I need to see her again! Fuck!

  Shit, just thinking about that hot body and those big eyes staring up at me has my mind running crazy with thoughts of her.

  Thoughts of her lying down butt naked on my bed, with her thick firm thighs spread eagled as I slowly sink myself in her hot, wet, pretty pussy as her big eyes are locked with mine…Fuuucckk! I am well and truly fucked!

  My dick is hard just thinking about this gorgeous girl.

  I need to… I have to see her.