“Gonna help?”
“Go up on that mountain? Fuck no. I make a lot of money off those motherfuckers. Rather not fuck that up by havin’ them catch me up there snoopin’ the fuck around. Trip know about this stupid idea? ‘Cause he tried ridin’ up there like the Lone fuckin’ Ranger one time.”
“What d’you think?”
“Right. He don’t know.” Judge sat back in his chair and crossed his thick arms over his chest, tucking his bottom lip into his mouth and chewing on his beard.
Sig could see his mind churning. He was the club’s enforcer. If Red was Fury property, he’d be the one out looking for blood. Responsible for planning revenge. Like his father, Ox.
“If it was Ox, he’d rush up that fuckin’ mountain and plug a hole in every fuckin’ one of ‘em, includin’ women and children. He wouldn’t give a fuck. He’d want them all dead. Then torch that compound to the ground.”
Judge’s big chest, along with his crossed arms, rose and fell. “I ain’t Ox.”
“Right. Trip wants us to be smarter and stronger than them. Do shit right.”
“You think goin’ up there is doin’ shit right?”
“It’s a step to makin’ shit right.”
“For who? A woman none of us even fuckin’ knew a week ago?” Judge combed his fingers through his long beard, then again. After a long minute, he shook his head. “Such a motherfuckin’ asshole, you know that, Sig?”
“Yep.”
“They got that mountain booby-trapped. Also probably got armed rednecks keepin’ watch. Which is the reason the cops don’t fuck with ‘em unless they absolutely have to,” Judge reminded him. “And when they do, they go well prepared and with a team.”
“Yep.”
“Jesus fuck,” the Sergeant at Arms muttered, then released a resigned-sounding sigh. “You go up, get the layout, any deets, then get the fuck out with both nuts intact. Snag pics, too, if possible. You survive those inbred lunatics, we’ll make a plan with whatever info you get.”
Sig grinned.
“A brotherhood’s gotta stick together after all,” Judge murmured, though not sounding happy about it.
“Anyone should know that answer, we should. A lot of us witnessed what happened when it didn’t.”
“But the plan may not happen right away, Sig. Tellin’ you that. Not riskin’ my bail bond license or my biz by goin’ up there half-cocked. Hear me?”
“Yeah.”
“If we gotta wait ‘til Deke closes the deal on that crematorium, we wait.”
Sig met Judge’s eyes. “Might be the best biz this club buys.”
“Thinkin’ that may be true. Keeps everyone’s ass outta jail if it’s done right. That’s why we need to think first and act carefully. Temper’s gotta keep in check ‘til then. Hear me?”
“Yeah.”
“So, do whatya gotta do to keep it that way. Even after you go up that mountain. Better have somethin’ or someone waitin’ for you when you come back down to handle that inferno that’s gonna be rippin’ your gut apart. You snap ‘cause of what you find? You’ll fuck shit up. Shit’ll go sideways if you don’t keep it together.”
Nothing new. Shit always went sideways.
The big man got to his feet and both dogs also jumped up, tails slowly wagging. “Gonna leave the dogs with you and Red durin’ the run, yeah?” Judge headed toward his door.
“Whatever you need, brother.”
Judge hesitated and glanced back at Sig over his shoulder. “Need you to stay off that fuckin’ mountain.”
Sig said nothing and Judge just muttered something under his breath that sounded similar to “stupid fuck,” went into his apartment and slammed the door shut.
Chapter Nine
The huge speakers hanging on the walls near the ceiling in all four corners of the common area of The Barn were cranked up. Open bottles of booze, kicked bottles of beer, and red plastic cups littered the bar top and almost every other flat surface, including some places on the wide wood-planked floors. The crack of pool balls could be heard almost in stereo from both occupied tables.
After making sure she ate plenty of the food the sweet butts had set up after the run, he settled Red into an old recliner near the center circular fireplace. A fire roared bright since the double barn doors facing the courtyard were both wide open and the October night had turned to blue ball temps.
Shady was now the only prospect at the party, since Dodge was working Crazy Pete’s while Stella and Trip had gone on the run and were now hanging out with the rest of them.
Sig had told Shady to keep an eye on Red, this way she didn’t disappear into the fucking night. He was not in the mood to track a woman—just about eight months pregnant—on the run in the dark.
He’d do it if he had to, but he preferred not to. It would piss him off and he was already fighting to keep from exploding.
One of Cage’s friends, who had become a regular hang-around, had broken out an eight-ball of coke and a few of them were doing lines where Trip wouldn’t notice.
Sig noticed.
And he was tempted.
But he knew how that shit got him wired as fuck and it might cause that volcano inside him, which was currently simmering dangerously, to erupt. So, he turned his back to that temptation and went to the bar instead to grab a couple of shots.
When he got there Mouse was behind the bar, pouring himself a beer from the tap into a plastic cup. But his eyes weren’t on his beer, they were on Red.
“Yo, Mouse,” Sig yelled, stepping into the former prospect’s line of sight to block his view.
“It’s Rev now. See?” He pointed to the new rectangular patch on the front of his cut.
Sig rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever, Rev. You into pregnant women?”
Rev sucked the head off the draft. The foam clung to his dark blond mustache for a second before he sucked it clean. “Nope, but I’m into redheads. Thinkin’ that color’s real, too. You saw her naked, is it?”
Sig wasn’t discussing Red’s fiery-colored pubes. “She’s got another man’s kid in her belly.”
“But it ain’t yours. And she ain’t gonna be knocked up forever. In fact, she’ll be good like six weeks after poppin’ out that kid.”
Sig’s eyebrows shot up and so did his blood pressure. “Oh yeah?”
Rev grinned. “Fuck yeah.”
“Think she’s gonna want dick from a dick like you?”
“Well, she’s fuckin’ sleepin’ in your bed, ain’t she?”
Sig slowly put his glass down on the bar before it shattered in his fingers.
Rev laughed. “Sig, brother, just fuckin’ with you.”
Sig stared at him. He didn’t find any of that shit funny.
“Just a little payback for all the shit you put me through while I was a prospect.”
Sig’s eyes narrowed. “So, you ain’t into redheads?”
“Fuck yeah. Love ‘em. But ain’t stupid enough to step on one of my brother’s toes like that. ‘Specially since I just earned my rockers. Don’t wanna have to cancel my appointment with the ink slinger.”
“Yeah? You gettin’ the club colors on your back?”
“Of fuckin’ course. Didn’t you?”
Sig didn’t want to admit he hadn’t and why. Instead, he swallowed a mouthful of whiskey. He hadn’t planned on sticking around long term. Having those colors inked into his skin meant forever and he wasn’t ready to land anywhere permanently any time soon.
Maybe not ever.
Right now he was just rolling with the punches until he got the inheritance that was due him and then he could roll back out of town with a fat wad of scratch in his pocket.
His eyes landed on Red who was sipping on a can of ginger ale while talking to Stella. Shady was standing about six feet behind her like a fucking well-trained guard dog. Fucker didn’t have to stick that close.
But whatever, at least he took the order seriously. He was one man he didn’t mind leaving with Red when Sig
couldn’t be there. Shady hadn’t shown any interest in any women that Sig had seen. No girlfriend, no sweet butts, no hang-arounds, nothing with a pussy.
The man’s hands were probably calloused. Either that or he swung a different way. Sig really didn’t give a fuck as long as the prospect didn’t have eyes for Red and could be trustworthy.
So far, he was proving to be the right man for the job.
With Stella and Shady keeping an eye on Red, Sig picked up his glass, let the whiskey slide down his throat and try to douse the fire burning in this gut. His gaze sliced through the large common area of the clubhouse.
It was noisy. It was busy. And like always, almost anything went.
Almost anything.
Sex out in the open, pool and dart games, drinking, smoking, snorting, wrestling, and constant ball-busting. But it was still nothing like the parties the Originals had at the warehouse.
Sig’s fingers tightened on his glass. Tonight was not a night for him to go back down memory lane.
Luckily, something caught his eye to pull him back to the present.
Not something. Someone.
Short, dark hair. Dark eyes. Lots of dark “smoky” makeup around those eyes, reminding him of a goth look. A pierced eyebrow and both ears also full of piercings made him wonder if her nipples were pierced, too.
Her lips were painted a dark blood red. She had a tight black leather collar around her neck with short spikes with a ring on the front.
Her tits were so huge and the V neck of her tight top so low, Sig swore he could see the top of her areolas when she moved. And she was moving. She had a red Solo cup in one hand and was dancing by herself. Her short black leather skirt was working its way up her curvy thighs covered in fishnets, but on her feet weren’t any kind of heels, she wore some sort of black combat boots.
Yeah, definitely reminded him of one of those goth chicks. He’d had a couple of them in the past and they tended to like to play hard.
“Who’s that?” Sig asked.
From behind the bar, Rev set his elbows on it, leaned forward, and looked in the direction Sig was. “Dunno. Must be a new sweet butt. Never saw her before tonight and she wasn’t with us on the run.”
That piqued his dick’s interest and also made his fingers curl around an invisible belt. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Sig strode over to the corner where the sweet butt was still dancing, lost in the song. He stopped in front of her as she swayed her rounded hips back and forth with her eyes closed, the tips of her nipples pressing against the thin, almost see-through top. Yep. Pierced with barbells. Wearing no bra, it left him no doubt.
She was getting more promising by the second.
He waited and watched. Once her eyes slowly opened, she smiled at him and he gave her a chin lift. “What’s your name?” Not that he cared, because he really fucking didn’t.
Her smile became knowing. “Billie.”
“Billy?” That was a guy’s name. “You got a dick?” Because he needed to be sure she didn’t, otherwise he was stopping the conversation right there.
Her eyelids got heavy as she ran her hand from her waist down the front of her short skirt. “Want to find out?”
“Just tell me.” He needed facts, not bullshit flirting games.
“No.”
“No, you don’t got a dick? Or no, you ain’t tellin’ me?”
“No, I don’t have a dick. I have a really wet pussy.”
Jesus fuck. Just like her name, he didn’t give a shit about her pussy. That wasn’t what he needed tonight. “You drunk?”
“Not yet.”
She didn’t stop him when he dipped two fingers into her exposed cleavage. “Those real?” Her tits were way too big and perky without a bra to be natural.
“It matter?”
“Nope.” Because he didn’t really give a fuck about those, either. He just wanted to know whether he could whip her there. Women with implants didn’t always appreciate it. “You got a load in your cunt right now?”
Her smile widened. “Sure do. You into that?”
Now, that shit might be important. “Whose?”
Her heated dark brown eyes slid past him and Sig glanced to where she was looking. Which was at one of the two new patched members. Whip. Before tonight, known as Sparky.
As a prospect, he wasn’t allowed to fuck any of the sweet butts, but he must have popped that cherry as soon as he was handed his cut with all his new patches earlier. An unofficial celebration before the official one.
His gaze landed back on the woman who was still swaying to the music but now stood toe to toe with him, her bottom lip tucked her teeth. Time to get down to business. “You like it rough?”
Her eyes glittered. Fuck yeah, she liked it rough. But she played the game like a pro. One he had no time for.
“How rough?”
“Rough enough you’ll remember it for fuckin’ days no matter how many loads you take in that cunt afterward.”
She pursed her dark red lips and a flush ran up her chest and her nipples were now rock hard. Those barbells were tempting him. But they weren’t done with negotiations yet. Otherwise, he’d grab one and use it to pull her somewhere private.
“Depends.”
Sig raised an eyebrow. “On?”
“On if you know what you’re doing.”
A corner of Sig’s mouth lifted as he studied her parted lips, wondering how deep he could fuck her face before she’d gag. “Know what I’m doin’.”
“And you stop when I tell you.”
“Not a problem.”
“You got a place to go?” She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, then stuck it out so he could see it was pierced. Fuck. That always made head better. He could already feel that barbell in her tongue sliding up the underside of his hard-on. His dick was starting to get more and more interested.
He and it were finally going to get what he needed badly. “Can find one.”
“Find it,” she whispered, an excited tremor in her voice, the flush now reaching her cheeks.
Even with Whip and Rev moving into their own rooms, two still remained empty in the bunkhouse. He could take her into one of those. They didn’t need a bed, just privacy. And with the loud music playing in The Barn, no one would hear them unless they were listening on purpose.
Sig brushed his hand down his now throbbing hard-on and smiled when Billie’s dark eyes followed the movement with another lick of her lips.
A hand on Billie’s arm abruptly created space between her and Sig when she was jerked back. Whip’s gaze, which wasn’t holding a whole lot of happy, jumped from Billie to Sig. “Brother,” he greeted, then dropped an arm around the woman’s shoulders, pulling her into his side.
“Brother,” Sig muttered back.
Whip pressed his lips to Billie’s temple before saying, “See you met my girlfriend, Billie.”
Sig’s eyes closed. Fuck. When he opened them, he grunted, “Yeah.”
“The answer to your question is a big fuck no.”
Sig cocked a brow at him. “And what question would that be?”
“If I mind sharin’.”
“Yeah, that question.” Sig leaned in closer to Whip. “Don’t think she minds it, brother. Offered me her pussy while it’s full of your cum. Not all guys like to double dip like that, brother.”
“You mustn’t mind, then. Shot a big fuckin’ load up there earlier.”
“Wasn’t plannin’ on usin’ her cunt.” Sig straightened. “Maybe you should’ve attached a shorter fuckin’ leash to that collar of hers. Because it came close to my cum leakin’ out of her ass on your sheets tonight, brother. That woulda been one fuckin’ uncomfortable wet spot to sleep in.”
With a tight jaw, Sig spun on his boot heel, headed behind the bar, grabbed a half-kicked bottle of tequila, and shoved Trip out of his way when he tried to step into his line of escape. Then he headed out through the open double doors into the night.
Her heart was
pounding, her lungs struggling for oxygen, her bare feet cut up and in pain as she ran over sharp rocks and twigs. She slipped on damp leaves, barely catching herself in time to keep from crashing into a tree.
But she couldn’t stop. Not even for a second. Not even to catch her breath.
She needed to ignore the sharp cramps in her back and stomach.
Needed to run faster.
Needed to get away.
Needed to escape.
She couldn’t go back.
Not ever.
If she did, she’d no longer exist.
Hidden away, a sliver of her old self remained, that shard was what she needed to cling to. That was where she needed to run to. To the life she used to have, not the one she was living currently. That glimmer of hope was what she needed to focus on.
The woods were dark, the path dangerous. She quickly zig-zagged through the brush and trees, branches pulling at her, cutting her flesh, scraping her skin, grabbing at her like a monster’s claws.
Trying to capture her and hold her until they could come find her.
Escape was her only chance for survival. If they found her, she would die.
Because, if they found her, she would make sure of it.
They couldn’t have her. They couldn’t have what they planted.
She refused to give it to them.
Fuck them.
Fuck them.
Fuck them.
She would take away what they thought belonged to them.
She would make sure they didn’t get what they wanted, no matter how she had to do it.
They had broken her... broken her... broken her... Snapped her in two.
They wouldn’t benefit from that. Not ever.
They thought she would submit. They thought she would willingly go along with their plans.
She would never.
Never.
Fuck them.
It wasn’t a choice she’d ever make.
It wasn’t a choice at all.
They had stolen her choice and she needed to steal it back.
Her belly was expanding more and more as she ran down that mountain, through those woods.
Expanding to the point it felt about to burst. Like whatever was growing inside her was also trying to escape.
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