The Dirty Dozen: MC Edition

by Kay Maree

  “Laugh all you want Viper, but you can’t tell me he isn’t delicious,” she remarks.

  “Well… sorry to burst your bubble, but he isn’t my type darling. But be my guest, climb him and enjoy the ride,” I say. “However, I don’t have the time, nor would I ever want to see such a thing. In fact, if I don’t push on, I’m gonna be late for a meeting I’m meant to attend. Do you have everything set for tonight’s party?” I ask.

  “You know it. My girls will all be on hand, but if they get hurt-”

  “Your girls are perfectly safe. My guys, on the other hand, maybe not so much. They’ll fight each other for your lady’s attentions,” I interject, trying to reassure her. I knew she’d charge me a mint if her employees got hurt in any way, but I wouldn’t take responsibility for girls sleeping with my men, that was their own personal choice. However, if any of my guys get violent I’ll shut the whole thing down and there’ll be serious consequences for their stupidity. I don’t condone unnecessary violence between men or women.

  “I’ve got it all sorted. Go, attend your meeting, just don’t forget to say hi to the red headed hunk for me,” Stevie said right before taking off in Nate’s direction.

  That woman… she was crazy! She could say hi to the hunky red head herself tonight when he’s here. Besides, my meeting wasn’t really a meeting at all, I was just going to check on my bar.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Gorgeous Bitch

  Viper

  I should be livid, annoyed, seeking some fucked up revenge for all the crap that goes down in our town, but something about the death of this man, one who’d been a fucking loose cannon, had me feeling free.

  Marius Sebastian had been a notorious and ruthless cutthroat who deserved his fate, but now everything was kinda up in the air. Thasher, the brother of Marius, was off doing his own shit… chasing pussy left, right, and centre… so Stryker MC was left to clean up their mess.

  I’m still baffled that little Gabby Knowles had been the one to end it all. The one woman he loved and wanted so desperately had cost him a lot more than I suspect he was willing to pay, but that’s all ancient history.

  What’s done is done and Marius really had no one to blame for his death but himself. As much as I wanted them to pay for bringing an all-out war to my town, to my domain, I’m not like my father. I’m not a man who’ll seek revenge, at least not in the conventional ways. My father had been more a fighter, whereas I’m more a lover. I break hearts, and I’m sure I’ll continue to break hearts and pussies if my dick continues to have a mind of its own, but I’m not a firecracker like he was.

  My plan for most things in life was easy, or so I thought. I wanted things uncomplicated, or at least I wanted to take the path of least resistance.

  Enter her life, fuck shit up, then leave.

  That was the plan because that was always the plan… it stopped things from getting complicated. So, I entered her life, fucked her… several times, how could I not… especially when she worked in an establishment of mine. God, that beautiful bitch was just too good to resist. She was young and searching for someone who… well, I didn’t know at the time, but it was irrelevant information.

  Unfortunately, in life, all good things must come to an end and the fucking cow up and left me within a matter of weeks. No resignation letter, no note, she just pissed off, never to be seen again, officially leaving my foolproof strategy in disarray. I was the one who was meant to enter her life, fuck things up, then leave. Instead, the gorgeous bitch had entered my life, fucked me over, then she was gone. She’d pulled off the perfect escape and it had been the icing on the clusterfuck of everything that had been going wrong of late.

  I’d allowed a woman to fuck with my emotions and there was no chance in hell that I’d ever see her again… that was until I walked into Stevie’s bar three months later to find that fucking, gorgeous bitch waiting for me.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Dive Bar

  Indiana

  I’d only been here for a couple of hours and already I’d been hit on numerous times, had my ass pinched and slapped, and most of my body groped every which way to Sunday. And as for my bra… well, that had almost been removed about ten minutes after starting my shift by a charming older man at the end of the bar. I would love to say he was a gentleman, but the truth was no one here was gentle in anyway.

  This was Stryker MC’s club night, the one night where all their members from the different charters came together for one big fucked up, dysfunctional family reunion. I’d like to say that what I’d just witnessed and what had happened to me was a first, but the truth was I wasn’t immune to this life. I hadn’t discovered this world of Cartels, Italian Mafia, outlaw bikers, drugs, prostitution, underworld figures, until someone close to me vanished.

  I guess, deep down, I always knew that one day I’d be dragged into the chaotic existence of the underworld. However, I never anticipated working in a dive bar in order to find the information I needed to continue my search for a man I’d never meet.

  “I bet your daddy is pissed that you’re working here?” Blake remarked sarcastically. Blake… how best to describe this prick? Well, let’s see, he was a drunken motherfucker who was in here every day, and he’s a bit of a character with a sick mind.

  I smile at him because he knows, probably knows a lot more than he should, but it’s true: my father wouldn’t entirely be pleased if he ever found out that I was in enemy territory. In fact, he’d probably skin me alive. However, I have no choice. The whole reason I’m here is because he vanished without a trace.

  Being in enemy territory was simply crazy, but thank fuck these boys didn’t know me. They had no way of knowing that my father was none other than Johnny Deltago, aka The Razor. Yeah, my father was a cutthroat human being; his choice of weapons was none other than the old-style razor used back in the roaring twenties in barber shops. He was old school, and I swear Sweeny Todd, Butcher of Fleet Street, was his go to reference for everything… horrific and over the top. I cringe just thinking about it, all the blood, and the long drawn out torture of people who stepped over the line; it was sickening.

  Nevertheless, and with all that horrific shit aside, I thank my ass these men wouldn’t know me. The only reason these men wouldn’t know me is because I’d grown up in a completely different country, far away from the family home I was born in.

  My father had made sure that his darling daughter, his only daughter, never had to live a life of crime, always in fear for her life. An existence as the daughter of a gangland figure.

  I might not have grown up around these crazy ass people, but the second I was old enough to start asking questions, to start investigating what it was my biological father did, was the day I was dragged down into a big black hole and into this fucked-up world The Razor had created.

  The instant he went missing was when I decided that his life, was now to become mine. I had been stupid to put myself in the firing line, but what else could I do? In order to find out where my father was, I needed to go undercover. The police wouldn’t help me, in fact, they’d laughed at me when I asked them to help me track down Johnny. I quickly realised I didn’t need them though. I did my own research and found out who his enemies were, who he associated with, and what shady dealings he’d recently undertaken that could have led to his disappearance.

  That was just the first step. Then it was time to throw myself out in plain sight. I went and found ways of gaining the enemy’s attention. At the time, it had appeared to be my best shot. I thought it would be the only way to find out if anyone had any knowledge of Johnny. I can’t say it was a good plan, but it was working to some degree. I had a pretty face, a petite figure, and an all-round perfect body to work as a bar maid. I had curves and, while some might prefer a stick figure silhouette, I liked what my mother and the good lord had given me.

  Undeniably, I could happily flirt and bypass the touchy-feely ways of these men to get what I wanted, but as
much as it grossed me out it was just a given. All I really needed was for one of them to slip up and divulge something, any little bit of information about The Razor… maybe even a little heads up on the infamous Duke Stone. He was the head of Stryker MC and a very powerful man. He wasn’t someone to toy with, but I needed to get close to him because he was public enemy number one. He hated Johnny, or at least that’s the information I’d received from Gabriella Bennette. She’d told me all she knew, but she couldn’t tell me what he looked like or what to expect when I finally laid eyes on the man I was seeking.

  I smiled at Blake and continued to restock the bar. I couldn’t afford to not be efficient in this job, otherwise I could picture myself being found in some ditch on the side of a local highway with a bullet hole between my eyes. I knew how these guys worked, how this world dealt with problems. The saying ‘shoot first and ask questions later’ was exactly how these organisations liked to roll.

  I jumped ever so slightly as the door to the bar opened with a loud thud, effectively drawing everyone’s attention. I looked up to see a large group of the guys step into the bar. It was just going on dark and my shift would be ending soon, real soon, which meant I was free to head out back for a sleep… or in my case, try to sleep. It was nearly impossible to sleep when these boys partied, and they partied hard. I could promise that tonight would be no different. There were so many women stepping through the doors, women who I knew were only here to look pretty and service the club members in any sexual way they guys saw fit.

  I’d met some of the ladies before, they were regulars who’d come in with some the men. The matriarch called them skanky ho’s, but that wasn’t the issue for me, the issue was the noise of the orgies that seemed to follow these parties. I don’t think I’ve ever heard women scream in pleasure so loudly that people across town would hear them. Besides the endless pleasurable screams, I was just happy to steer clear of it all. I didn’t know these people, and they didn’t know me. I wouldn’t judge… I preferred the motto ‘to each their own’ and I was gonna stick to it. I drew in a deep breath. I was happy that the owner of this establishment had never requested me to join in any of these club event nights. He seemed way too nice, too good natured, to be a demanding, forceful prick. While he was nice and all, I had been warned to watch him as he had one hell of a bad temper.

  Speak of the devil… “Good evening, Sweet Pea,” Bones remarks.

  I rolled my eyes at him yet again. He insisted on calling me Sweet Pea, even after I’d asked him to simply call me Indiana. I know he was just trying to be charming, but it didn’t work for him since he was six foot eight with broad shoulders and a toned six pack, buzz cut hairstyle, and tattoos covering much of his body.

  “Do you think you could stick around a little later tonight? We have some clients coming in and I need the extra hands?” he requests with a smile.

  Was he trying to be cute, was ‘hands’ a discreet way of him asking me to stay for the fucking orgy, or did he really need the help? I could do with the extra money, but I was really looking forward to just having a good sleep.

  “Only for you, Bones,” I reply, quickly returning to my duties before he asks me anything else. While he may appear to be the boss, this isn’t his dive bar. Fuck no. This was the Stryker dive bar, which meant that Bones might be my boss, but he still reported to the big man… whoever he was. Bones took care of employment and entertainment for this place, everything else went through the MC club president and its members.

  “Who’s the pretty woman?” a voice asks as I turn to fill an order at the opposite end of the bar.

  This was gonna be an extremely long night, considering I’d just agreed to stick around a little longer. I hated long nights, but at this rate I would be barely sleeping and the distraction of whatever was set to go down here tonight keep me from thinking of all the shoulda, woulda, couldas in my life.

  Shoulda, woulda, couldas had been plaguing me for ages and at this very moment my clothing was barely covering me, which made me think I really should thump a club member or two for the removal of several items. In a couple more hours, I would almost guarantee I’d be even less dressed than I already was. I’d become exactly like the woman I saw when I first stepped into this establishment all those months back, naked and fully on display for the whole bar to see. I wasn’t that type of girl, but I’d do whatever it took to get information on my father.

  This type of thing was common in a club like this. Scantily clad woman, booze, drugs, and so much more. During my research about what my father was into, who he knew, and what he did, it had become apparent that women had played a major part in his world. Something about a naked woman, bowing to the needs of these guys, was like a kryptonite to them.

  I let the small shiver run its way up my backbone as I thought about that woman, the one I’d met the day I’d stepped into this bar to apply for a job. I remember watching her as she served the men, stark naked. They’d tweaked her nipples and groped her perfectly plump ass. I witnessed one man pick her up and the next minute she was crying out in pleasure. I believe the look on my face was one of complete and utter shock as I’d stared at the man and the woman come together as one. His head perfectly positioned between her thighs, feasting on her… well, lady bits. I shook my head to chase away such thoughts. They only lead down the path of nothing good, and nothing good was exactly where my life would be heading if I didn’t focus.

  “Don’t you recognise her?” Blake asks, turning to look up at the man who’d asked who I was. Blake was the burly biker who’d lovingly become the first to feel me up when I began my shift today. Although he was the first, I knew he certainly wouldn’t be the last, especially since I was now staying longer to help Bones out.

  “Should I?” the man replies, a little undertone to his response. Someone seemed pissed off; maybe he needed a drink or two and a game of pool to unwind. I disliked men who had attitude in bundles, who thought it was there god given right to be a complete and utter cunt. I was cool with people who felt the need to express their opinions, to show off their power, but to be a complete and utter ass because you think you can just rubs me the wrong way.

  “Come here, darling,” Blake commands. I mentally give him the finger, but turn to see what he wants. I’m sure it’s just going to be another refill, which I will happily help him with, but anything else he can let rest.

  “What can I get you boys?” I enquire as I step in front of him and wipe down the top of the bar. These guys couldn’t give a shit about etiquette, or manners for that matter.

  “Ooh la la, an Australian girl?” the mystery man asks, a twinkle in his eye. “Two beers, sweetie, and make mine a Corona,” he adds.

  I turn to fill the order as I hear Blake ramble on about some total bullshit. According to him, we’d fucked, and fucked hard. The stupid drunk had no clue. I swear, if I didn’t want to get bashed, I’d drop the fucker for being disrespectful to women. Everyone thought I was a princess, but I was far from a fucking princess and this little lady could kick ass if she had to. I returned with two beers, both Corona’s and placed them on the bar for them. I should keep my mouth shut but I seriously can’t. I can’t keep it shut when this man is telling blatant lies about us… especially when there is no us.

  “I fucked who?” I groan.. “Well, for starters, Blake, get your sick perverted mind out of the gutter and stop fantasising about what it would be like to stick your small dick in my warm inviting pussy… it’s never going to happen. You’re a drunken asshole and there’s no way, on this green earth, that your dirty cock is coming anywhere near me. You’re not good enough for me, so back the fuck off… understood?”

  He swallows hard and shakes his head. I smile and walk to the opposite end of the bar, away from him and his mystery friend who wasn’t very much of a mystery man at all since I knew exactly who he was. I’d been searching for him for a good month, I just hadn’t been expecting him to walk into the bar tonight. It was foolish of me
to say what I’d just said, and I was probably going to cop a backhand for my comments, but it didn’t matter because I’d found him, the one person who could lead me to my father. Now I might finally start to get some answers, and I needed answers.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Dirty Alleyway

  Viper

  Fuck me! That girl had fierceness and spark that made my cock jump to attention. Biting the head off Blake was a sure-fire way to make sure she got the attention of the guys in here tonight and I suspect that she was stamping her foot down as a warning to the men. Her words, however, wouldn’t have a desired effect, my men all knew not to mess with the hired help. But a woman such as her, would fuel my guys desire to fuck her into the nearest piece of furniture. In fact, her show had fuelled my own desire to fuck this girl into the bar while everyone here watched me dominate and assert my authority.

  I watch her walk to the opposite side of the bar, wondering if she wanted to be alone, but if she did I wasn’t about to let her… ha-ha. She’s working in my bar and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want. She’s a firecracker, and there’s just something about her. I don’t know, a kindred spirit or a lost soul, some bullshit like that was drawing me to her.

  In all honesty, I just want to mess with her, to see how far I can push this new barmaid before she cracks. It’s what I love to do. I love to be an egotistical ass with the ladies and fuck up their lives, ruin them for anyone else and all that jazz. I know it’s wrong, after all I’m pushing thirty-five and not getting any younger, but it seems my inner wild child has never really grown up.

  This girl is… well, she’s fucking hot and I want so badly to bury my cock in her sweet inviting pussy, the pussy she so lovingly spoke about when she ripped into Blake. I push off the bar, ignoring Blake’s scowl and walk towards her. I ponder over how long it’ll take for her to bite my head off, and bite hard. In fact, I’m looking forward to her blowing up like a firecracker and giving it to me straight and hard. I like girls with a viciousness, a backbone, because that fires me up and makes my wilder side come out to play.