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Tank's Pearl (Devil's Iron MC #1)

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by G. M. Scherbert


  Abraham has only told me some about the party that is going on tonight, but I know that it is at the Knights’ clubhouse in Chicago. There has been some bad blood, but they have been working together over the past few weeks so they are celebrating that, I guess. I am hoping this party goes off with less drama than that one two months ago. Although Layla is not allowed in the clubhouse anymore from what I heard that night at the Dungeon and at the family BBQ, I wonder if she is still hung up on Tank.

  As I pull up outside of Abraham’s house it is a typical late December night- for the Midwest, cold as fuck. I grab my jacket from the passenger seat and toss it over my shoulders before I walk up to the house. He is usually always at the door to greet me, but tonight I ring the doorbell and wait for him to answer. After a few minutes and not seeing any lights or movement inside the house I pull my phone out to check the time I’m even fifteen minutes earlier than the 9pm I told him.

  I give him a call.

  No answer. I hang up and shoot him a text I’m outside your house. Where are you?

  Slowly walking back to my SUV I turn the engine over to get the heat back on before I stop to question why Abraham is not here. He has been very withdrawn the last two weeks or so and when I ask him what is bothering him all he says is club business. I wish he would talk to me about it because it is starting to put strain on us. Hopefully this night out will help us to reconnect, if he shows up that is.

  After another ten minutes I hear a ping coming from my phone and look to see that Abraham has responded. I left for the party early and am fucked up. I’ll find someone to come pick you up, wait there.

  It seems that this night is not going to be the reconnecting date that I was hoping for. Sitting and waiting for the ride that is hopefully on its way I am lost in thoughts about this whirlwind relationship I find myself in and again question it and him.

  The rumble of trucks rouses me from my dark thoughts as I see two big trucks pull up behind my SUV. Three Devil’s Iron brothers step out of the first truck and it’s then that I notice Blaze’s gruff beard and unruly hair step around the front of the truck. Blaze starts walking towards me and the other men stay back by the truck.

  As I step out of the SUV Blaze address me. “Hey, Pet, Pearl. Sorry that Tank is too drunk to be here, we started a little bit earlier than we“

  “Don’t make excuses for him, Blaze,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Just showing his age- I guess. You gonna give me a ride or should I just follow you?” I get out on a huff.

  “Pearl, stop those thoughts. Tank is claiming you tomorrow and he is just blowing off a little steam because he is… I don’t fucking know. Nervous? Worried? Just cut him some fucking slack, OK?”

  “Yeah, sure, Blaze. Whatever. I’m so fucking glad I got a babysitter overnight so that I could deal with this shit!”

  Grabbing for my arms he sharply adds, “Not whatever, Pet, Yes, Sir. Don’t forget that I have taken my flogger and whip to you and have no problem asking to have the privilege again. Show some respect.”

  Instantly my eyes hit the floor, and I apologize quickly. “Sorry, Sir, I am just upset and disappointed in this evening already, and it really hasn’t even started.

  “All is forgiven just be patient with him; it’s a big step for a brother to claim an old lady. If I was claiming you as mine I would be nervous too.” Almost too quiet for me to hear he adds. “Happy as fucking hell, but, nervous as hell.” Returning to his normal volume, he continues, “Now come on, Trip will drive yours and you can ride with me over to the Knights’ clubhouse.”

  Awkwardness with this guy continues, I see. What a weird fucking guy. This last exchange with Blaze only matches the awkward shit during the BBQ. I get the feeling that he doesn’t like me or doesn’t want Tank to be with me or some shit. What the fuck? I haven’t done anything to this guy, why is he so put off by me? This night just keeps getting better!

  As we walk into the clubhouse I am quickly taken aback by the amount of people. There has to be 150 people cramped into the wide-open space. Two bars are situated on either side of the room with pool tables, dartboards, and tables spread in the middle.

  This is nothing like the party I went to with Abraham in October. This one is out of fucking hand and it’s not even 10pm. As I take in the room, I see topless women giving lap dances, a few dudes getting blow jobs just out in the open, and even one couple that has to be fucking because I don’t know why else there would be a group of others crowed around them giving directions and cheering them on.

  What the fuck have I walked into?

  I walk up to the bar and order a Jack and coke. When the bartender lays it down in front of me, that’s when I see Abraham. He comes walking over to me, grabs my ass, and leans in reeking of booze.

  “Hey, Little One. Good to see you.”

  “Yeah, hi.”

  “Oh, fuck. Don’t give me that shit. It’s not my fault we got caught up and had to come over here early. We had to meet for club business.”

  “Yeah, club business got it,” I say, shaking out of his arms as I take off almost running towards where I think is the women’s bathroom. On my way I bump into someone I didn’t think I would ever see again, Layla. She bumps my drink and smiles sweetly “Oh my, Pearl, so sorry. I didn’t see you there. Hope you are OK? Seems like Tank is pretty fucked up tonight!” The wide smile on her face gets wider. “Hope nothing happens between you two upsetting your night,” is all she gets out before I turn and finish my drink in one quick swallow as I walk into the bathroom.

  Walking out of the bathroom a short while later I see that he is towards the back of the room with… Is that fucking Layla hanging all over him? What the fuck is going on? Striding towards them I am suddenly overcome with an urge to throw up, and it only gets stronger when I see her lean up to Abraham on her toes and start kissing him. As my eyes go wide at the kiss he meets my eyes, sees me stop short, and pushes her away.

  “Pearl…” is all I hear as I turn and run out of the crowded room. As I pass a set of hallways, I am lost in this maze. The music has quieted somewhat and I realize that I must be in the living quarters of this clubhouse. I stop abruptly trying to get my bearings and feel a woozy cloud come over me.

  Before I know what’s going on, there is an arm grabbing at me from behind and a hand over my mouth. I am quickly ushered down the hallway into a room. As the light flicks on, and I take in my surroundings, I realize there are two men with me in the room. I am suddenly scared shitless that I will never see my girls again, and I try crying out but am met with a fist to the face, and the blackness takes over.

  Chapter 29- Tank

  Nothing has ever sobered me up as quickly as Pearl’s face catching that skank trying to throw herself at me. I was nervous as fuck about this weekend, and I didn’t realize how drunk I got so quickly. Now, who knows what the fuck is going on, other than I am head over heels for a woman who is fucking pissed at me.

  As I reach to check for the small velvet box in my pocket for the hundredth time today, I wonder where the fuck did Pearl go? She knows better than to leave somewhere without telling me. She just looked so fucking broken when I caught her eyes as Layla started kissing me. All I saw was a couple tears coming down her cheek before she turned and ran. Where the fuck is she? I have been searching this place for thirty minutes and no sight of her anywhere.

  I really shouldn’t be back here by the Knight’s rooms, but this is the last place to check; she has to be here somewhere. I stop in the middle of the hallway and check my phone. Two missed text messages both from Pearl. About twenty minutes ago 2 can play this game motherfucker. Two minutes after that I get an image sent to my phone that makes my mind go blank and I see fucking red. Pearl, naked with two cocks on either side of her, one approaching her closed mouth and the other too fucking close to her pussy- my pussy. What the fuck is she thinking?

  I text back: What the fuck is going on Little One? Where the fuck are you? Your ass is going to be so fucking red you will not be
able to sit for a month. And whoever is with you will not be living for very much longer-And as soon as I send the message I hear the ping from her phone down the hall a little.

  Striding towards the room where I heard her phone I slow as I reach the open door. Glancing through the cracked door I witness a scene that has my blood boiling.

  The sight before me is so much fucking worse than the picture I had received. Pearl is naked, arms and legs bound to a bed she is lying on. Her head is unmoving and my focus goes to the black ball gag in her mouth. What the fuck does she think she is doing?

  After standing there another moment, I notice the men in the room. One man slowly walks toward her and starts to touch and pinching her nipples with one hand while stroking her face with the other. Another man starts stroking his cock and slowly creeps up the bed to situate himself in-between her spread thighs. As he drives into her repeatedly her eyes shoot open and a scream escapes her lips as she slowly looks towards me blankly.

  I turn away as my mind is raging. I need to get the fuck outta here. What a stupid cunt. What a joke that I was going to claim that cunt as my old lady and she can’t keep her legs closed for more than thirty minutes when she thinks some shit is happening between Layla and me. I can’t believe that I was going to get down on my knee and ask for her hand. What the fuck was I thinking? Fuck her. Fuck this. I’ve got to get the fuck out of here now.

  As I rush through the hallways to find my way out of here, all I can think of is what a fucking joke it was that I thought that she was the one for me. Claiming her as my old lady and asking her to be my wife during the tattoo tomorrow would have been an even bigger fucking joke on me. Thank fuck it didn’t get to that, having my name inked on that cunt, having my babies inside of that skank. What the fuck was I thinking?

  Running into Blaze as I am lost in thought trying to find my way out of this place I let out a groan as I body check him.

  Placing a hand on my shoulder to steady us he starts in on me. “I saw your little display with Layla, Tank. What the fuck is wrong with you, man? You are fucking claiming Pearl tomorrow and you are going to get your dick wet with Layla tonight while Pearl is fucking here? I caught a glance of her fucking running outta there quick she looked so fucking broken. What the fuck is wrong with you, brother?”

  “Fuck you Prez. I can’t believe I did that,” is all I get out with a shake of my head before he cuts me off again.

  “What the fuck are you talking about, Tank? What the fuck did you do?”

  “It was such a fucking mistake. I should have never, you would never understand, Blaze. I’m fucking outta here for a while. I’m going to go up to a sister chapter. I just gotta get the fuck outta here. I can’t believe that bitch made me, UGH.” I turn and start walking towards the loud music and hopefully the exit from this total fuck up of a night and last few months.

  “What the fuck, Tank? Where the fuck are you going? Where the fuck is Pearl?” is all I hear of Blaze screaming at me as I hit the exit and jump on my bike and get the fuck out of here. Heading to my house, I plan to pack up and head south for a while to get this whole fucked up situation out of my head.

  Chapter 30- Pearl

  Hearing the ping of my phone brings me out of the haze. I slowly take in my surroundings. I am bound to a bed by my arms and legs, and there is a gag in my mouth. I am sore from head to toe as though I have been used as a punching bag. What the fuck is going on? I remember running away from Abraham when I saw him kissing Layla and then coming down these back hallways and then… nothing.

  Feeling pinching and teasing at my nipples brings me back to reality and then that same hand is slowly rubbing at my face and pulling at the gag in my mouth. I open my eyes as searing pain flares in my pussy and a scream escapes my lips. What the fuck is going on? Looking over to where I feel the draw from the man I love… I am rejoiced to see him.

  Seeing those green eyes looking at me through the crack in the door gives me peace. He is here to help me and save me like he said he always would. In a split second, however, that peace is shattered as he turns and walks away leaving me being raped by one man and face fucked by another.

  The assault on my pussy, my face, and my body continues for a long while. Taking turns fucking, slapping, and hitting me all over, they stop quickly when they hear a female voice that I would know anywhere. Layla. “Stop you fucking idiots! You can’t come on or in her or the cops will have your DNA if she makes it that far. Get the fuck outta here, little brother, and go clean yourselves up good, and then get back to the fucking party.”

  As I hear her heels come closer to me I grimace when I try to slink farther away from her. “Oh stop it, you stupid fucking fat bitch. I hope that this lesson has taught you something.” She runs a hand over my face before slapping me hard, and I grimace at the pain “That you do not fuck with me. I cannot believe that he choose you over me. HA! Enjoy your life now that Tank is no longer going to want your stupid, fucking, fat, used up ass. I wonder what hurt him more, the texts from your phone that said this is what he deserved or the picture right after that. Or do you think maybe it was seeing two men fuck you at the same time? Do you think that might have upset him a little? Well I’ll leave you here for a bit and maybe some of the other brothers will want a turn with you too? Bye-bye, cunt,” she says throwing my phone on the bed next to me as she turns to walk out the door.

  The bruising that is covering the majority of my face and body is throbbing, and I pass out from the pain. When I wake again I am freezing cold and unsure of how much time has passed but I notice a light in the hall and hear heavy boot steps coming towards me. Please don’t be someone else coming to touch me, hurt me, or fuck me. If it wasn’t for my girls, I would be praying for death.

  Chapter 31- Blaze

  Walking through the halls of this shithole for the last forty-five minutes I cannot believe that no one can find Pearl or Tank. Where the fuck can she be? Her car is still here, so I know she hasn’t left and the way that Tank was acting I have no fucking idea what went down between the two of them. I just want to make sure she is safe and get her out of here before any more shit hits the fan.

  Tank walking out was bad enough but now that I finally got a chance to talk with Clutch it has only gotten worse. He let us know that Layla’s brother was the instigator of the confrontation at our gates those months back. FUCK, that little cunt went starting shit between us and the Knights because her pride got hurt that Tank didn’t want to claim her. When I get my hands on her she will be worse for the wear.

  First things first, though: finding Pearl.

  These are the last rooms in this part of the clubhouse- I hope to God I find her back here because this shit is getting old. I see a little light coming from under a door into the hallway, and I knock heavily on the door and it swings open to reveal the worse sight I could have ever wanted to imagine.

  Whimpering, bloodied, and bruised, I find Pearl still tied to a bed. Seeing red at what that asshole has done to this gorgeous vivacious woman I turn wanting to find and kill the man I once called a brother. I hear a weak voice croak, “Please.” I am next to her in a second undoing the bindings at her arms and legs, wincing at the rope burn she has underneath them.

  This brave woman fought hard to escape what was being done to her. As I look her over quickly I see cuts all over her face. She is covered in bruises from head to toe and even has some lacerations on her torso. I pull out my phone and call Doc. “Doc, meet me at my house with the nurse and supplies. Something happened to Pearl, and I need to get her checked out. The nurse will need the emergency kit just like she uses with us and also whatever else for a woman that might have been brutalized.” I cut the phone and try asking Pearl about what happened.

  The only things that she keeps repeating are, “Why did he leave?” and “The girls.” I try to comfort her, but I am not sure what to do. I text Trip and tell him to pull one of the trucks around to the back of the Knights’ clubhouse as quick as he can. I get Pearl up an
d covered as I carry her out to the truck. Putting her in the backseat, I try to release her and move to the passenger seat, but her hand grabs mine with a force and will not let go. I situate myself with her in the backseat and tell Trip to get us to my house fast as fucking possible. She winces as she curls up into me leaving no room between us.

  I try to ask her again what happened and she just cries out and keeps repeating, “Why did he leave?”

  I nuzzle up to her ear and whisper, “I don’t know, sweetling, but he will be dead when I find him, I swear to you.”

  Snuggling into me again she passes out as we drive towards my house, and I hope to fuck that the nurse is there when we get there. I think Pearl might be going into shock, and I am really unsure what to do about that.

  Thankfully I grabbed her phone off of the bed as we were leaving in case something would happen with her daughters. I looked back over at the messages from Tank probably right after she ran out of the party when he was kissing Layla. What the fuck is going on Little One? Where the fuck are you? Your ass is going to be so fucking red you will not be able to sit for a month. If this is his idea of turning her ass red, I will take no shame in pulling him limb from limb before I bury him.

  Pearl rouses slightly as we pull into the garage at my house. When Trip opens the back door to help Pearl out she scurries’ farther onto my lap with a yelp.

  “Hush, sweetling, it is fine. Trip is just trying to help you out of the truck. I will get you through if that is what you want? Come on, we need to get you into the house. The nurse should be here, and she is going to take a look over your bruises and cuts.”

 

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