Sticks & Stones, Bullets & Bones (The Devil's Apostles MC)

by Annie Buff

  Renegade led the ride south next to his former clubmate Cyclops. Everyone assumed he was called that because he only had one eye. Cyclops had both eyes and his vision was perfect, he had gotten his name after he’d been shot in the forehead. That day he had gotten lucky, the bullet skimmed his skull and exited out the back but it had left a nasty scar right smack in the middle and it looked eerily like an eye and his Sponsor couldn’t help but call him Cyclops.

  The ride wasn’t bad considering it was misting and the temperature was in the sixties as two dozen hogs rolled down the highway towards Mexico. Nobody was crossing, just staying this side in Nogales where the three-hundred-acre ranch was. Rennie enjoyed being with his brothers again, it had been almost a year since he earned his Devil’s patch and almost that long since he’d seen his brothers. But once a brother, always a brother. It was part of the code. One Renegade lived by every day, he would never dishonor the code he lived by. He was a true Devil, a true biker and always a brother.

  When they met with Nix and Rory, they conjured up a plan to find the cockroach and exterminate him with the utmost prejudice. Rory had his favorite sniper rifle and each man was outfitted with night vision goggles and what Smoke liked to call chicken skin. Kevlar vests had become a must since Nora had been born. They all had something to live for, baby Nora needed all her uncles and Peyton had been adamant about vests. Nobody refused the Queen.

  Once the sun set they took their assigned grids and patrolled on foot. Renegade hoped he would find him first, he’d been itching for some action lately but being paired up with Rory and Nix he had a feeling he wouldn’t be the one getting this kill. That was actually okay with him, Rory needed to earn his patch and taking out Jefé would do just that.

  The three walked quietly for the third night in a row in the area where the trash had been found, not seeing anything out of place until Rory stopped them. He looked at Rennie, then to Nix with a single finger over his lips. They knew quiet was needed, and as they found cover they saw half a dozen men coming through a break in the fence. With his night vision goggles Renegade saw what they’d been waiting for, a well-dressed man barking orders in Spanish. They knew they’d found the roach but now they had to exterminate, and do it quickly. They needed to keep his death a secret.

  Everything was falling into place until Renegade stepped on a twig. That sound was enough to scatter the roaches. Nix went one way after two, Renegade chased after the others with his favorite field knife ready and Rory went after the mark, Juan Carlos Gomez, A.K.A. Jefé. Rory knew he had to get him, there wouldn’t be another chance. If he missed, Jefé would go underground and nobody would find him again for a decade.

  He ran as fast as he could carrying his equipment, hurdling over small cactus and catching his skin on brush and mesquite trees. He was bleeding and between the cuts and the thorns it burned like the fires of hell but he couldn’t think about that, so he blocked it out and ran.

  When they made the Clearing, Rory hit the dirt with rifle in hand. His eye in his scope and Jefé in the cross hairs, he took a few deep breaths and held the last one as he gently squeezed the trigger. Jefé went down almost instantaneously.

  Rory walked the two hundred yards to his mark who was trying to crawl away. Rory put his boot on Jefes back to hold him down, keep him where he wanted him. He let him live on purpose, he had a feeling his President would like a few words before the Jefé left the planet.

  “ Prez, got a gift for you.” The Prospect spoke into the phone. “It’s still drawing air, how you want me to play it?” There was silence on the other end of the phone for a number of minutes then a laugh started.

  “Damn Prospect, you give the best gifts.” Smoke told him still laughing. He’d finally got the son of a bitch. “All I want is confirmation, don’t much care how it’s done, as long as it’s painful. With all the shit he’s done to me and the brothers, make that shit hurt before he dies.”

  Rory looked down and grinned, it was funny how this cartel head was nothing but a small, scared man. He knew it shouldn’t make him happy but for some odd reason it did. His goons had come after his family. The Devil’s were his family and he would be damned if he let this kill be over too quickly. A rustle in the brush took his attention from Jefé, he should have known better than to look away. That’s when the sharp sting hit. Jefe had a knife and it was now sticking out of Rory’s leg.

  “You mother fucker!” R ory screamed but he knew he was at fault for this one. Renegade saw the scene unfolding and ran, putting a forty-five through the hand that had done the stabbing. Rennie had that same sadistic grin that he always had, and as usual he was covered in blood. None was his, it never was.

  “You gonna live Prospect?” Rory nodded in agony. He had

  forgotten how bad stab wounds burned. “Good, what are we supposed to do with the cockroach? I’ll make the jump and say you already called Smoke.” Rennie knew he had, it was standard protocol to report in to a superior when you were a soldier. In many ways Rory would always be a Ranger and Renegade knew that and how he would handle any situation.

  “Yep, called the Prez already. All he said was confirmation and make sure it hurt.” That was all Renegade needed to hear, the grin returned tenfold.

  “Damn, how I love a good party!” With The rumble of Harley’s behind them, Rory and Nix headed back to the junction in Smokes old truck. The

  confirmation the President had asked for was neatly wrapped in a cooler in the bed of the pick-up. Rory was still shaking his head, he had seen some really gruesome things in Afghanistan but watching Renegade in action topped everything. He wondered if his sister knew just how insane Renegade was. While he was doing the deed that sadistic grin never left his face. Even the other bikers had a greenish look to them. Renegade seemed in his element though. Considering They had a three hour ride home, hopefully no glitches would arise.

  Cabin Fever

  Slinger had gone to town on a few occasions just to give the new couple some alone time. Bones appreciated the privacy but felt he had healed enough in a week to get down the mountain and help with getting the cops. Smoke had called to say they had lost a dear friend in a tragic hunting accident. Bones spit out his coffee trying to contain the laughter. They had finally gotten the bastard, after years of bullshit he was finally in the ground.

  Well at least that was Bones

  assumption, but knowing Renegade the way he did their dear friend was probably becoming jelly. Ren loved lye, and he had used it on many occasions. Juan Carlos Gomez was probably in a hole somewhere decomposing at light speed thanks to fifty pounds of lye and a little uric acid.

  Wisha was walking up the path from the creek, she had gone down to think. She loved her job but it just wasn’t the same as it had once been. So many things had changed. Upholding the law wasn’t what they were doing anymore.

  She was policing the police and somewhere deep down Wisha knew what had to be done. She knew she had to quit when this was all over, Bones had stolen her heart and she was his. Wisha knew it, no man would ever compare to him.

  She also knew he loved her, not just because he said those words to her. No, it was in every little thing he did. It was in his smile, in the way he held doors open, pulled out chairs and in his touch. He was the most giving lover she had ever had, rough but gentle at the same time. Combine that with everything else and she was done for. Zeke Canfield held her heart and always would.

  “Hi Angel, what were you thinking about down there.” His head tossing to the side, sliding his hair slightly and motioning towards the water.

  Wisha told him of her idea about starting a private investigator firm, that her training as a cop would be crucial and she could still help people. Bones liked that she would still be using her skills, she’d make a damn good P.I.

  “I want to do it like you have with your practice, help those that can’t pay

  anyway.” Bones had a smile that

  stretched his entire face, she was

  definit
ely his one and he’d make damn sure she had the funds she needed to do this. There was several million sitting in an account he never touched. This would be the perfect way to spend some of it.

  That evening they spent their dinner time at the Red Barn, and Bones gave up his sling for pool again. He still lost but not nearly as badly as he had before.

  Wisha laughed at him and Slinger in between bites of messy cheeseburger and fried pickles. They were ridiculous with all the smack they talked to each other, but she knew these men were bonded; brothers forever. She had been thinking about forever with Bones and wondering if he had thought about it too.

  Wisha got her answer later that night. They were making love, Bones was kissing her as his strokes deepened but then he slowed almost to a crawl. He leaned up to see her face.

  “Marry me Angel, I promise to get a ring and do this right. Just say yes.” He asked her as his rhythm picked up again, but his eyes never left hers.

  He needed an answer, Bones needed her in every way a man needs a woman. He waited to kiss her until he saw the nod, then his mouth took hers and his body started fighting to climax. Bones bit the inside of his cheek to hold off, he knew she was on the edge and the second her back started to arch he knew it was okay to let go. Wisha clung to him as she hit the crescendo of her orgasm,

  whimpering in his ear while Bones went rigid grunting loudly against her neck. They held on to each other for hours, soaking in the love not only that they had just made but the love they shared for one another.

  One Down, Five To Go

  With Jefé dealt with and the brothers on their way home, the plan to nail the cops was in full swing. Smoke had been in contact with Jace Morrison about how they needed to proceed. Jace had been vocal about not being in the mood to die doing this and Smoke agreed.

  Nobody needed to take any

  unnecessary risks, this needed to be handled delicately enough to collect the evidence needed and close the door on this. Wisha wanted her department cleaned up and Jace was a good cop that deserved a decent place to work. Smoke knew he would be a good ally to have in the future.

  The sound of gravel crunching beneath truck tires grabbed Smokes attention. The throaty sound of a couple dozen Harley’s behind the truck let him know the

  brothers were home. Smoke crushed out his cigarette and went to meet Rory.

  “Good job Prospect, damn proud to be your Sponsor.” Smoke told him as he and Nix stepped from the cab of the truck. Renegade strolled up grinning like the cat that had just swallowed the canary. The confirmation Smoke had asked for was awaiting him the ice chest sitting in the bed of the truck. Renegade pulled it out and set it at Smokes feet.

  “Confirmation Prez, I think you’ll like this one.” Smoke knew from the look his brother had on his face that he had enjoyed the deed way too much. When he opened the cooler, his suspicions were confirmed. There sat the severed head of Jefé with his signature gold rings where his eyes once were, and his dick stuffed in his mouth. Smoke assumed the dick belonged to Jefé, but with Renegade you could never be sure.

  “Jesus fucking Christ Ren, the ring would have been enough.” Smoke stood shaking his head. Good thing he was on their side, with as crazy as Renegade was he wouldn’t want to have him as an enemy.

  Bad To The Bone

  Smoke had given Bones the okay to come home, his two weeks was up and he was pacing like a caged animal to get down the mountain and finish the job Wisha had come to them in the beginning for. For him, this wasn’t a job anymore. This was about protecting his fiancée, protecting his family and starting his life with her. Bones wanted a life that

  included a wife and children. He wanted what Smoke had and he was damn sure going to get it. Wisha had said yes, now he had to put a ring on her finger and make it official. But business had to come first.

  Bones sat in the clubhouse while Doolittle removed his stitches listening to Smoke and Jace work up how this was all going to go down.

  They had decided to have Slinger and Smoke both meet with the Detective on different occasions and make sure they were seen. A fake drug buy, a weapons exchange; anything that would say he was trustworthy for the ones riding dirty.

  Jace had made the suggestion of phone calls in the locker room when the others were present. Speak just above a whisper, so he was heard but not to look like that’s what he was after. Bones liked the idea to a point. He was concerned Jace was walking right into a trap. It wasn’t like any of them could help if Jace got in a tight spot while at the station.

  Bones made his concerns known and Smoke told him Jace would be wired up. A wireless microphone hidden inside his locker, and one on his person just to make sure he was as safe as one could possibly be while trying to pull this off.

  Bones finally caved in and agreed with his President, mostly because he had no choice. Bones had known Smoke long enough to know once he dug his heels in you weren’t changing his mind. The only person with that kind of persuasiveness was Peyton. She knew just how to make her husband listen, and Bones was sure that chapped Smokes ass.

  Jace and Bones met on many

  occasions to chat where they would be seen. They had taken to having coffee at a shop by the station. Jace knew this was where the five bad seeds hung out and it made perfect sense to use this little café for what Jace had named Operation Housecleaning.

  “How’s the shoulder doing?” Jace asked him, making small talk while the two men waited for Smoke. Both Bones and Jace knew they were being watched and this performance needed to be academy award winning. Well not that the rest of them didn’t need to be just as convincing, but this was the first one and they had to make it look good.

  Smoke pulled in and cut the engine on his old Panhead, giving a head nod through the café window. The five others watched as Bones and the Detective walked out to meet Smoke.

  “Damn Detective, they’re watching you like a hawk. Here,” Smoke handed him an envelope and Jace skimmed the cash inside and smiled.

  “How much is here so I know how much I need to return later on tonight?” Bones laughed, he knew his President. Whatever was in that envelope wasn’t meant to be paid back. Jace was working with the MC on this and the cash was Smokes way of saying thank you. Bones hadn’t told anyone of Wisha quitting yet. He wasn’t positive she would, it could have just been talk so until he knew, it was his little secret.

  “Keep it, no bribe just a thanks from us to you. And don’t look at me like that Jace, my wife was damn insistent on this. She said sooner or later something is gonna get wrecked, might as well start paying for whatever it is now.” They all laughed, Bones more than the others. He knew Smoke was a bullet magnet and before long Jace would be replacing windows, doors and probably a vehicle.

  Bones and Smoke parted ways with Jace Morrison and rode a while before they were back at the clubhouse. He had stayed in a hotel since the security of his home had been compromised but was getting tired of not being in his own bed or at the very least, familiar surroundings. Wisha had stayed at Smoke’s home, Peyton was insistent on that also. Wisha was still a target.

  Rennie was waiting for them as the two men pulled up in front of the

  clubhouse. “Bones, you got a minute?” the doctor nodded and took a walk with Ren as Smoke went to see his wife and daughter.

  “What’s up Renegade? You got beef with me?” Ren shook his head. Bones had saved his ass so many times he had lost count and he would never have beef with Bones. He was Rennie’s brother, and nothing came between brotherhood.

  “Nah man, just wanted to give you and your girl my room. Some privacy for you here, see I don’t mind the sofa in the main room. You got this beautiful creature and you need to have your woman bedded down next to you. Plus that old bed Smoke put in my room could use some action. Christ man, I’m sure not getting any.”

  Nobody but Smoke and Bones had women in their lives. Slinger had given up screwing every woman he met and Ren himself had discovered a beauty but he’d not approached her ye
t.

  That night Renegade ’s bed saw action. Wisha found herself straddling Bones face leaning over so she could do for him the same thing he was doing for her. Bones tongue found her opening and it slid in and out as his thumb brushed her clit. His cock was sliding down her throat in unison to his tongue’s rhythm and he felt her moans on his cock. The vibration against the head felt as good as how she sucked the side of his shaft and then the tip. She was about to experience his favorite part, licking up just a little further. To that perfect tiny rosebud. Bones replaced his tongue with fingers and started a slow tempo he knew she would like. His cock was still in her warm mouth, being devoured so Bones decided to show her how good it was to have the rear entrance licked.

  She jumped slightly as he started, but before too long she was telling him just how good that felt and once she relaxed enough he breached the outer ring. The tongue was first, tasting every part of her was important, next came a single finger and that same slow drive. One day it would be his cock, but not tonight. Tonight was about loving his woman and about building trust.

  Wisha had never been so turned on, she hadn’t thought anal play would feel like this. She had always heard it was painful but this was anything but. Bones wasn’t being the Dom, but his dominance was showing just a little. Stopping in the middle he moved her to the side but leaving her on all fours.

  “ Angel you’re so perfect,” he told her as he dipped his finger back in to each hole and played using an alternating motion. The fingers he’d been dipping into her pussy were shimmering and coated with her juices.

  “Open your mouth.” He told her as he rubbed her essence on her lips, her tongue. She was sweet as sugar and before he buried himself inside her he needed one more taste.

  It wasn’t long before his hands were on her hips and he was balls deep, his pace erratic and he sped up and slowed down just to keep Wisha teetering on the edge of oblivion. She couldn’t stop herself from being loud, moaning and begging for more. Bones gave her exactly what she asked for, the roughness he was keeping hidden came bursting through. His hips slamming into her ass feverishly as they both went tumbling into the abyss. It took several minutes for each to return to Earth. He lay down and pulled her into his embrace.