Revelators MC: Highway To Hell

by Britt Collins

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I want everyone out of my HOUSE!” she screams.

  “What day is it?” Clutch asked. “He’s fucked up, how much do I win?” He directs his question to Einstein. “What the pool up to now?”

  “Fifteen hundred,” Einstein replied.

  “I’m not asking twice. You people need to get the fuck out of my house!” Chanel yells so hard her throat hurt.

  None of them moved and that pisses her off even more.

  “Go down to the bedroom, relax. When you calm down we can talk about what your problem is.” He made a motion with his finger.

  She though he was joking. This isn’t the clubhouse. He couldn’t possibly be sending her to her room, like a little child especially in her own house. “What did you just say to me?” she looks at him then to Clutch and Einstein.

  “Chanel, go!” he replies with a firm tone. “I’m not arguing with you until you’re reasonable. You’re being overly emotional right now. Go calm the fuck down. Then come talk to me.”

  “You know that this is my house right?” she’s even more pissed off.

  “You’re pussy whipped?” Clutch narrows his eyes, judging his stepbrother. He isn’t use to Mud Dawg behaving like this over a woman. Never before would he let some gash speak to him like that.

  Mud Dawg entire body tenses as he ran his hand through his rough beard. “Clutch, shut the hell up! I’ll fucking handle her.”

  “Handle me? Why don’t you handle this?” She threw her phone at him.

  He caught the phone. He glared down at what is on the screen. He pushes play and his knees felt weak. “Aw shit!”

  “Yeah, fuck you and GET OUT! Take those two assholes with you!”

  “What the hell did we do?” Einstein asked Clutch. Whom just shrugged as he continues to eat.

  “Chanel! This is old. I know it looks bad, but I swear to you that this is old.”

  She shakes her head as tears began to fall from her eyes. “You know what? I’m not even mad at you, I’m mad at myself for believing the bullshit. I wanted to be with you so bad that I’d make myself sick thinking about you leaving me. I chose to believe, I chose to be a stupid bitch because I wanted you more than I wanted air to breath.”

  “Chanel” he moves towards her and she threw up her hand and stops him. “Don’t, just don’t. All I want is for you to get the hell out! I’m glad I found this shit out before I moved in with you.”

  “What’s on the phone?” Einstein asked.

  “That old video of me with Samantha and April.”

  “CB, that’s old,” Clutch adds as he continues to eat. “April isn’t even around anymore. She’s a club hopper. Last I heard she’s over in Ohio with the Filthy Vicious.”

  “Damn, tension is so thick in here you could cut it with a knife,” Einstein said.

  Mud Dawg takes Chanel by the hand and pulls her towards the hallway. “We need to talk.”

  She broke free and stood her ground. Fuck him and his damn club. “We don’t have a damn thing to talk about. A sex video speaks volumes!”

  “Ten to one she kicks his ass,” Clutch laughs as he continued to eat.

  “I’m not leaving. This is OLD. I haven’t been with anyone since we got together. I’m not lying to you.”

  “GET OUT!” she shouts.

  “Or what?”

  “I’ll fucking put you out!” She’s hurt, angry and dead serious.

  He laughs at her and that infuriated her even more. She didn’t think, she reacts. She picks up one of the kitchen chairs and hit him with it.

  The strike to his body has such fury that he staggers. The cheap chair broke, leaving her holding onto the back, while the legs and seat fell to the floor.

  “Told you!” Clutch said as he moved his plate out of the way and switched to a different seat.

  “Dude, shut the hell up!” Einstein smacks him upside the head.

  “What the fuck!” Mud Dawg hollers.

  She hit him again with the parts of the chair that were still in her hand. He didn’t budge this time and that unleashed her wrath. She attached him and they stumbled back into the living room.

  He tosses her down into a chair.

  “CHANEL! FUCKING STOP!” he shouts.

  She hops up from the chair and punches him. The blow didn’t hurt, but the look in her eyes stabs him in the chest. She hates him. He blocks her second blow and takes her to the floor as easily as possible. He didn’t want to hurt her, he’d never hurt her. He firmly grasps her face, forcing her to look at him. “Baby, you have to believe me. I didn’t cheat on you.”

  “Damn, that’s some MMA shit right there. Girl has some venom to her.” Clutch stated.

  Einstein nodded. “From here on out we need to call her Black Mamba not CB” Einstein laughed.

  Clutch nodded. “Good name, Black Mamba and Mud Dawg, sounds like nineteen seventies black exploitation film,” he laughed.

  It hurt to breathe. Her chest feels tight. Her head is pounding and her soul feels like it has been ripped from her body. She didn’t even feel this way when her marriage fell apart. “GET OFF ME AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!” Her words came out in a furious hiss.

  “I didn’t do it.” He holds her down on the floor.

  “Right, so it wasn’t your dick in that woman, while that other bitch rode your face? My eyes lied to me. Get off of me.”

  He let out a frustrated sound and leans in close to her. “I didn’t say that it wasn’t me. I said I didn’t cheat on you.”

  She struggles underneath him but he held her firm. “Leave.” If she could have killed him with her eyes she would have. “I knew you’d do this. I fucking knew it. It’s me, I’m stuck in a vicious cycle of picking loser men. I can do so much better than you.” She wants her words to hurt him and she could tell by the look in his eyes that they had.

  He can feel his pulse rising and rage is beginning to bubble up to the surface. “Is that what you really think? You think you can do better than me?”

  She squirmed, “I said. Now get off me.”

  “Liar! You’re hurt, you’re angry,” he said between gritted teeth.

  “I meant what I said.”

  The look in his eyes changed. For the first time since their fight began, she starts to feel afraid.

  “Do you have any idea what the fuck I could do to you?” He said as he climbs up off of her.

  Immediately she got to her feet. “He grabs her by the hair and threw her up against the wall. She starts to scream but his hand clenched around her throat. He moves in close and hisses into her ear.

  “You have no idea what I’m capable of doing? Don’t fuck with me Chanel. I’m begging you, don’t fucking go there with me. Don’t push me to that dark place.”

  She realizes that she is helpless. Einstein and Clutch are amused by the situation and not concerned with her welfare at all. She tries to kick Mud Dawg but he anticipated her move. He spins her around and holds her up against him. Her back to his chest. His forearm enclosed around her neck. The other around her waist. He lifted her up and carries her through the house. He kicks the bedroom door open and flings her onto the bed.

  “Don’t!” She cries. As he climbs up on top of her.

  “Shut the fuck up!” he reaches for the handcuffs that are already on the headboard and bound her hand. He scrabbles off of her and storms out of the room.

  She struggled to free herself. He marches back in moments later. He gave her an evil look as he sits down on the bed next to her. He has her phone in his hand. He clicks on the video again. She stops thrashing on the bed. Another way of tears washes over her when she hears the sounds of passion coming from her phone.

  “Stop, please stop. Don’t make me listen to that. Please Eric, don’t do that to me. You’ve done enough.”

  For some reason he hates it when she called him Eric. It reminds him of being yelled at as a kid. He shot a glance at her, then he mutes the video. There has to be someth
ing on here to prove to her that it’s old. He watches the video again as she lay there sobbing. “I love you, do you know that?”

  She didn’t respond. She tries to move away from him, but the cuffs restrict her movements.

  “What you need from me bro?” Clutch ask as he stands in the door way. His moment of joking is over. The look on Mud Dawg face is enough to let him know that his step-brother is genuinely upset. He gave him shit about Chanel but he didn’t mean it. He kind of like Chanel now. The pain written all over Mud Dawg face is the kind that comes from the soul.

  “I don’t know bro,” Mud Dawg looked up for a moment.

  “Alright. Don’t do anything stupid.” Clutch says as he turns and strolls back down to the living room.

  “I’m in love with you,” Mud Dawg says again as he replays the video. “That shit you just did when you got home, I let you get out your anger. If I didn’t love you Chanel, if I wasn’t to make this work. I’d be beating the fuck out you right now. Because I’m that guy. If someone man or woman hits me, I hit them back. Equal opportunity ass kicking. I don’t treat you like I did all those other bitches. I look at you in a different way. I look at us in a different way. I’m not playing when it comes to our relationship. I’m not perfect. I’m fucked up in more ways than you can imagine but what I am is genuine with my feeling for you.”

  He wants a response from her. All he gets is her crying harder. He turns his head and looks back at the phone.

  “Pl…please just go away,” she begs.

  “No,” he didn’t look at her he scans the video. He then studies the phone number. “Who sent this to you?” He knew all of the numbers in her phone.

  “I…I don’t know,” she gasped as she fought to stop crying.

  “You sure you don’t know this number?”

  She shakes her head no.

  “Did you give your number to one of them bitches at the clubhouse?”

  “No,” she turned slightly to wipe away the tears onto her upper arm. “I don’t like most of them.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes I’m sure!”

  He gets up and leaves the bedroom again. She lets out a sound that was somewhere between a grunt and a sigh of relief. He quickly returns and sits back down next to her on the bed. Why in the hell didn’t he just go and leave her alone? “Why can’t you just…just say it? Say Chanel, I cheated on you. Be a fucking man about it. You were man enough to stick your dick in them at least own up to it.” She yanks her bound wrist so hard the entire bed trembles.

  He didn’t say anything. He clicks back on the video again. He lost track of how many times he’d watched the video before Einstein walks into the bedroom. He shoots a glimpse at Chanel, then over to Mud Dawg. “It was sent by a pre-pay, only used once.”

  Mud Dawg gazes over at Chanel. “Alright,” Mud Dawg replies.

  Einstein turns to leave then he spins back around. “Don’t do anything stupid. We don’t need that kind of trouble.”

  Mud Dawg grumbles as he continues to replay the video. His head began to hurt. This could go bad, really bad. He loves her, he loves her in a hard, twisted, selfish way. If she ends it… He didn’t allow himself to finish that though because he saw it. After what felt like a million times watching himself having meaningless sex, he saw it. He replays it one more time to make sure that it was there and not his wishful thinking.

  “Chanel” He scooted over to her. “Chanel look.”

  She glared at him. “Fuck you!”

  He pushed play and she turns her head.

  “Chanel, stop it, fuck!” He found the correct spot in the video again. “Just look.” He forces her head with one hand and click the phone with the other. He made her to watch. “Look at the television, right…. here,” he pauses it. “April moved the camera.”

  “So”

  “The news is on.” He said and he feels his heart lighten.

  “So what?” She spits the words out of her mouth.

  He plays it again and pauses in the same place. “It’s a live feed. You can see it. At the bottom of the screen on the broadcast. It says live. It was when that paper company over on Elm burned down. That was at least three, four months before we got together.”

  She looks up at him then back to the phone. “Play it again.” Her voice has less venom to it now.

  He did and she really paid attention this time. He pauses at the same three second spot. It was there on the screen.

  “I remember that. One of the women that works at Motions, her brother is a fireman and she talked about it at work the next day. He was there, it took over six hours to extinguish that fire.”

  “Do you believe me now?”

  She didn’t reply. The video of him with those women might be old but that still didn’t explain how someone at the clubhouse has her number. Some woman must have gotten it from his phone which means she had access to it.

  “Chanel” he paused. “I think Samantha sent it.”

  “If you’re not still screwing her then how did she get my number?”

  “I don’t know babe.”

  “Who else has my number? No one. She had access to your phone because you’re still fucking her and those other women.”

  He threw the phone against the wall with such anger that it shattered. Chanel screams as he pounced on top of her.

  “Chanel...”

  “What?”

  “Stop being a so damn stubborn!”

  “It’s over,” she stares him straight in the eyes. “I can’t do this, I can’t. You’re going through a phase because of your accident. You nearly died. It scared you. Now you want all of the things that you felt were missing from your life but’s it’s getting old now. You don’t really want it. I had unrealistic expectations. I fell in love and you fell in lust.”

  He stares right back in her eyes as he grips her around the throat again. She struggles for a breath, then he kisses her. “I didn’t confuse shit and neither did you.” He releases her from the handcuffs. “Go shower, when you come out, we’ll go to get dinner.” He climbs off of her.

  She didn’t move, she lay there beside him. “Are you insane? I’m not going anywhere with you?”

  “Yeah you are.”

  “You have an inner darkness,” she said as she scoots off of the bed. “It’s called crazy!”

  “Yeah, you should meet his cousin Rage. He and I are best buds.” He stands up. “Where do you want to go eat? We could get something delivered and finish packing more of your stuff.”

  “I want you to leave! Stop acting as if nothing just happened. I can’t do this. I just can’t. I’m done with this.”

  “You’re my woman, I’m not leaving. Especially not over some old sex tape.”

  “If you don’t leave I’ll call the police.”

  He smiles. “I just broke your phone.”

  “Fine, I’ll leave.” She moves towards the bedroom door.

  “You can leave the room but you better not walk your ass out of that front door,” he calmly replied.

  “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

  “The video is old, you saw that,” he’s trying so hard to control his anger. It feels like a fire in his stomach.

  “Yeah, it’s old but someone had access to your phone to get my number. You don’t let that phone out of your sight. The only time you don’t have it on your body is when you’re fucking!” She picks up a piece of her shattered cell phone. “You’re going to pay me for this.”

  “I don’t take it in the shower with me,” he smugly replies.

  “ERIC, GET OUT!”

  He jumps up from the bed and punches a hole in her bedroom wall. She screams and leaps away from him.

  “I didn’t cheat on you,” he screamed.

  She could see it now, he’s right, he is close to the edge and she didn’t want to see what is on the other side of the cliff. She chose her words carefully. “I’m upset, you’re upset. We won’t get anything solved tonight. Neither one of us is thinking straigh
t. We both need to take a moment.”

  “NO!” He punches a hole into her bedroom door. She inched herself up into a corner.

  Einstein burst into the room. Clutch follows behind him. “Bro, let’s go before you do some real damage and I know you don’t want that.”

  “No,” Mud Dawg said as he frowns at her.

  “Eric, I need time.”

  “Stop calling me Eric! I’ve fucking told you I hate that shit!”

  “Fine, Mud Dawg, I need time.”

  “I’m going to go pack up more of your things. You can come help me or you can stay down here and sulk. Either way get the fuck over it. We’re not over. I’m not leaving, you’re not leaving.” He pushes pass Clutch and Einstein and as he left the room.

  “I’m on it,” Einstein says as he follows Mud Dawg out of the room.

  Clutch saunters over sits down on the bed. “So how that bad boy biker fantasy working out for you?” he laughs.

  “Ha, Ha, very funny.”

  Clutch looks her up and down. “You need to stop making him pay for the sins of your ex-husband.”

  “This isn’t any of your business.” She defiantly folds her hands across her chest.

  “This is all of our business. You screw with his emotions; it has a direct effect on the club and in case you forgot, he’s my fucking brother.”

  “Step-brother.” She viciously replies.

  “Don’t start with me!” he warns her.

  “Alright, I’m sorry but it really is just between Mud Dawg and I.”

  “No it isn’t! Let me make myself perfectly clear. Go kiss and make up. This shit here,” he points to the holes in her walls. “It’s nothing. The club needs him, I need him and personally I don’t feel like dealing with the aftermath of him going ballistic on your ass. You wanted our world, you got it. Go the clubhouse and beat the fuck out of a bitch. It don’t matter which one, just make an example of a gash. Then fuck his brains out on the floor that’s covered in her blood. Problem solved.”

  Chanel couldn’t believe her ears. “You people are crazy and violent.”

  He smiled. “Hence why we’re the filthy vicious. You’re crazy too. I saw you when he slapped the shit out of Samantha, you liked it. Now go claim your man.”