by M. N. Forgy
“What do you want?” he asks with a softer tone.
“My father was killed on the job years ago, I think there is more to his case and I want to know what really happened.”
“What makes you think I can find that out?” He lets go of my neck, eyeing me from the side.
“I don’t, but I figured it was worth a try,” I shrug.
“Tell me what you have for me in return and I’ll think about it.” He runs his hands through his hair and I sigh un-intentionally. His eyes cut to mine, he heard it.
Looking down, I finger my bottom lip anxiously.
“There was a partial print on the shell casing from this morning. Apollo Bates, he’s with—”
“The Lost Bastards, I know,” he interrupts. “How did you get that information?” he asks with a tone of surprise.
Pursing my lips, I raise a brow.
“I can’t go telling my secrets, otherwise why would you need me?”
His eyes rake along my body unforgivingly, and my brows narrow in on him. “You should have kept your legs closed, because there are no guarantees you’ll get anything in return,” he insults, insinuating I slept with someone to get the information.
My mouth drops. “I didn’t fuck anyone!”
He scoffs. “I’m sure you didn’t.” His tone unbelieving.
He snaps his fingers and Machete steps from the darkness.
“Put her in one of the rooms,” Felix demands.
“What?” I ask with a tone of panic.
Felix looks over his shoulder. “I’m ordered to babysit your ass when you’re off duty, and considering you’re out of uniform I’m guessing you’re not working?”
“So what? You’re just going to lock me in a room?” I ask in disbelief.
He shrugs with an arrogant smirk. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Machete reaches for my arm and out of instinct I pull my gun from my waist and aim it at him.
“Don’t fucking move!” I threaten. He stops, looking over his shoulder at Felix for direction on his next move.
“Jesus Christ, you must have a death wish,” Felix growls. He stomps toward me and I swing my aim at him. My back begins to sweat, my breathing becoming heavier. Where the fuck is Jillian?
His eyes flash with an unknown look, his mouth pulling at the corner.
“You are a dirty bird,” he rasps, and my finger brushes the trigger.
“Tell me we have a deal and let me walk out of here and nobody has to get hurt,” I state with an unknown confidence. My hand aches to tremble, my heart slamming in my chest like a racehorse.
They both laugh, and Felix whips out with lightning fast reflexes and grabs my gun from my hands. My finger pulls the trigger at the last second, and a bullet lodges into the floor right next to Machete’s foot.
“Jesus Christ!” Machete jumps back, and Felix glares at me. That look of humor gone now that he knows I would shoot him.
“What the fuck is going on in here?” A familiar voice echoes through the room. Looking over Felix’s shoulder Zeek stands tall and shirtless. His jeans slung low on his hips, and stance wide.
His eyes fall on me and his right bicep ticks.
“Oh good, you’re here.” He sounds unamused.
“Not for long. I came and said what I needed to say, and now I’m leaving.” I lift my chin, my voice steady and strong.
Zeek shakes his head, rubbing his chin as he looks around. People stand in the corners, and outside their rooms as they watch the altercation.
“If you’re here it’s because you mean something to the Sin City Outlaws and I want to keep you safe as we get our shit figured out. I don’t expect things to go south but I won’t have anyone hurt on my watch. Everyone that is in this club is your friend and family no matter if they are a dirty cop, or from a different club. You treat everyone with respect or you answer to me. You have a problem with that, get the fuck out while you have the chance!” I sneer at his dirty cop comment. People from around the club eye, and nod in agreement.
But me, I start toward the door.
“You don’t have a choice sadly.” Zeek pins me where I stand. “You were seen with Jillian, so you’ll be a target. I don’t need someone trying to gain leverage over me because of you. Therefore, you’ll be staying here when you’re not working. You best make arrangements,” Zeek demands.
My mouth pops open to protest, but before I can get a word in edgewise, Felix grabs ahold of me and throws me over his shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I yell, slapping his hard back over and over. Trying to kick him the balls, anything to defend myself. I might as well be hitting a wall because it does nothing to stop Felix.
He marches me down a hallway, kicks a door open and steps into a pitch-dark room. The smell of gym socks, and dirty crotch strong. He flips the light on and a disheveled bed comes into view just before he tosses me on it.
“Where are we?” I ask nervously.
“Stay in here,” he points at me. I stand, anger pounding in my temples.
“I can’t stay here. I need to go home, my mother needs me!” I grit through clenched teeth.
“Your mom will be taken care of. I have orders to keep you safe, and that’s what I’m doing.” He slams the door shut, and I sit there shocked.
Does he really expect me to just sit here? Getting up I go and open the door, and Machete is standing there with his arms crossed looking at me with a murderous stare.
“Don’t make this hard, babe,” Machete begs. His hand slowly falling to his gun on his hip.
Growling with frustration, I turn around and slam the door shut. Remembering I have my phone I dig in my pocket and call my neighbor. Someone has to keep an eye on my stepmom.
“Hello?”
“Hey June, I’m out for… work,” I lie on my toes. “Do you think you can keep an eye on my mother?”
“Sure thing, I’ll bring some cards over,” she informs sweetly.
Before I thank her, the door is slammed open and the phone is jerked from my grip by Felix.
“What are you doing?” I scream, standing ready to beat his ass.
“What do you not get about we are on lockdown, and your ass is mine for the time being?”
My face stoic, I can’t help my panties dampening from him claiming me like a madman.
His head tilts to the side, a look of desire crossing his face. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I look away.
He tucks a finger under my chin, making me look him in the eye. His body so close I can’t help but rest my hands on his chest. It’s so warm, so hard. My nails dig into his shirt, my pussy clenching with need.
“I know that look,” he states huskily. “I think dirty cop wants me, don’t you?” he asks arrogantly. Quickly I snap my hands from his chest, and try and take a step back but my legs hit the bed.
“Is that it? Do you want to straddle my lap while I pump my dick into that little pussy?”
My head whips up, my breath gone. My words stolen by this man with no regard for the law or manners for that matter. His harsh words sweeping in-between my lips and stealing my breath away like the outlaw that he is.
He leans in and a soft moan spills from my lips desperately wanting him to take me on this bed.
“Too bad I don’t fuck cops,” he jeers, taking me from my lust filled state. I shove him, needing him away from me so I can think clearly.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I seethe. Angry with myself, pissed that I am getting lost in the broken beauty of this man. I’ve let my guard down and now look where I am.
“What is going on in here?” The familiar voice of Jillian echoes down the hall. She steps into the room wearing a black robe, her hair wet and eyes wide. She cuts Felix a look that speaks volumes.
“He’s locking me in here!” I inform her.
“I asked you to look after her, not keep her prisoner!”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I must have missed that in the handbook of protecting a fucking cop!” he smarts.
Rolling her eyes, she pushes Felix out of the room and slams the door shut.
“I can’t stay here Jillian. I have a job, I have my mother, a dog for Christ’s sake!” I feel the urge to cry but resist.
She grabs my hand and gives it a tight squeeze. “I will make sure they are all taken care of, Zeek will. I just, I need you to try and let them do what they need to do. Trust me, you don’t know what lays in the underbelly of Vegas, and from what I’ve overheard Zeek and the men saying… we are the target for every criminal in the three-state area. They’re refusing the mafia’s protection I think.”
My eyes widen with this news, but with Zeek’s Uncle Frank dead, and his right-hand man, Cross disappearing without a trace, it doesn’t surprise me. Every club and gang around will want to take the Outlaws out and take their turf.
Looking at Jillian I want to slap her for putting me in this mess, but at the same time, she really is trying to keep me safe.
Guilt flares in my chest that I am crossing the enemy line and I have to look away from Jillian. I swallow that shit down and lift my chin confidently. Nothing is getting in my way of me and my family, especially my fucking conscious. I need to know what happened to my dad, and I will.
“I’ll try and play nice,” I whisper. And by ‘try’ I mean I’ll try and not shoot Felix in the dick.
Felix
I rub at my chin, eyeing the door that contains a fucking cop in my club. I cannot believe Zeek put me on this shit. Zeek is obviously trying to put our club on a different path than what his old man had us on, and I’m trying to see it. I’m trying to trust him and know that our brotherhood can withstand the repercussions that may fall in its wake getting to that path Zeek is looking for. But even with me having Zeek’s back, keeping Alessandra safe is going to be nearly impossible around here. Jillian might be safe from people trying to kill her, but that’s because she is Zeek’s ol’ lady. Alessandra isn’t owned by anyone. She’s fair game and is playing with wolves being here unclaimed. Zeek’s order to leave her alone, be damned.
I’m completely shocked she wants in our pocket. The balls on her are bigger than some of our own members and that draws me to her. She’s not weak, and the outlaw in me wants to make her weak. I want to break her, make her mine.
Growling I slam my hand into the wall, making Machete eye me warily.
I’m fucking losing my mind.
Jillian steps out of the room pulling her robe tighter, her eyes glaring at me like I’m the asshole.
“She tried to shoot me,” I inform her, and Jillian rolls her eyes.
“She’s a handful, but you have two hands. You’ll live…maybe.” She winks, before entering her and Zeek’s room.
“Bitch,” I mutter, flexing my fists.
Zeek strides out of the room with a beer in his hand and glances at Alessandra’s door.
“So I know you didn’t bring her here, why’d she show up?” he asks.
“She’s a dirty little bird,” I smile wolfishly, and Zeek raises his brows in curiosity. “Call the boys, it’s time to retaliate,” I pull my bandana from my back pocket and wrap it around my forehead. Needing to take this aggression out on someone for I fear if I don’t, a pretty little deputy is going to be taking the wrath of this outlaw.
Alessandra
Sitting back on the bed I glance around the room. It’s not clean and is basic. Bed, dresser, chair, pornographic posters. Glancing at the door I think about sneaking out, about going home to my comfortable bed, but I don’t. Something deep inside me tells me to actually listen to what I’m told for once. Sighing deeply, I nose around the room. Opening the old dresser drawer, I find folded shirts, jeans, and spare bullets. I close it, and head into the adjacent bathroom.
It smells of grease and aftershave.
Running my hand over the fake marble counter I reach for the toothbrush. Eyeing it, I wonder if it’s Felix’s. If I knew it was, I’d scrub the toilet with it, but because I don’t, I put it back in its place.
Feeling exhausted I go back into the room and open the closet, finding a bunch of shirts with the club’s logo on it. I grab one and let the hanger drop to the floor.
I pull my shirt off, and then my bra before sliding the worn fabric over my head. That’s when I notice the sleeves have been ripped off and I have major side-boob going on.
I shrug. Oh well. At least it’s comfortable.
Unbuttoning my jeans, I kick off my shoes and shimmy out of them. My knife falls to the floor catching my attention. I’m sleeping with this knife like a fucking teddy bear tonight.
Turning the light off, I head to the bed and nestle under the worn sheets. They smell of a man, spicy and clean. My thighs clench together in an attempt to smother the ache smoldering between them. It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten laid, and my body has a mind of its own.
Clutching the knife, I close my eyes, my heart beating heavy. How the hell I’m supposed to sleep in a place full of murderers, drug dealers, and possible rapists is a joke.
I could kill Jillian for doing this to me. Then again it is getting me closer to the Outlaws.
Felix
“The Lost Bastards?” Machete asks surprised after I tell the patched in members the information Alessandra gave me.
“That’s what she said,” I clarify. The Lost Bastards are a small little bitch club.
“Tomorrow, we retaliate. Make a statement to the surrounding clubs that we are not fucking going anywhere, and we are not taking this shit!” Zeek sneers, his face turning red with the disrespect.
“You,” he points at me. “Alessandra is your responsibility, so find out what you can about her pops. Surely someone in our pocket can lead us to something,” Zeek orders.
Leaning back in my chair, a cigarette hanging from my mouth, I nod in acceptance.
Looks like I’ve claimed this bitch without my consent. She’s going to hate me until it burns, and then thirst for me until she realizes she starving.
I’m going to enjoy this.
“I don’t mind the parties at night, but if you wake up my kids I’m going to put a lug in one of your fucking legs!” He eyes the table. “Also, if you see any of the bitches giving my ol’ lady a hard time you better stop that shit in a hurry. I told them if they even looked in her direction they were banned. She is the club’s queen now, and everyone better just fucking accept that.”
Everyone gives a silent nod, including me.
Zeek slams the gavel down, declaring the meeting over and snapping me back to my memory.
“Oh, and unless you’re sleeping in one of the chairs, you’ll have to share a room with Alessandra, Felix,” Zeek informs last minute, and the rest of the men laugh at my expense as they exit the chapel. I’m not laughing. Not at fucking all.
“I’ll take the goddamn chair,” I grit.
***
Not being able to sleep, I sit up. A crick in my neck throbbing down my back. My bare back sweaty and sticking to the leather. Resting my elbows on my knees, I run my hands through my long hair exhausted.
“You okay, baby?” A voice coos from the corner. Glancing up I notice Gia sitting in an adjacent chair with a flannel blanket covering her. The room smells like stale cigarettes and cheap perfume, it’s giving me a damn headache.
“Can’t sleep,” I mutter.
She tosses the blanket off her lap and slides to her knees, sauntering over with hooded eyes. A black Harley shirt hanging off one shoulder, and her hair tossed in a hot mess of a ponytail.
Rubbing her hands up and down my legs she runs her tongue along her bottom lip sexually.
“Want me to help you with that?” she asks huskily, lust thick in her eyes.
Leaning back in the chair, I raise a challenging brow. Why not?
Unzipping my jeans, she shoves her hand into my pants and pulls out my cock. Using both hands, she pumps it from the base to tip. Flicking the tip with her tongue, my cock pulses with the temptation. She giggles and runs her tongue along the shaft a
nd my balls squeeze as I grow in her hands. Done with the seductive, flirty act. I grip her by her hair and shove her tonsils first onto my cock. She gags, but gets the point, and starts sucking and slurping. Spit slips down onto my balls as she sucks me like a vise. Leaning my head back on the chair I close my eyes and sigh through gritted teeth. My hand still in her hair I guide her up and down, her hot mouth licks and sucks me into bliss.
Her tits bounce and hit against my knees with every bob, her nipples skipping across them. Using my free hand, I cup her neck, the flesh not as silky as I would like. It’s more leathery and worn. Much like the rest of her body.
Blue Bird’s strong eyes flash behind my closed eyes from when I had my hand around her throat, ready to squeeze the life out of her.
I shake my head, trying to void her fucking face in this moment. It’s no use. My throat bobs, my body tensing as I think about her.
That mouth Blue Bird possesses, that temper, that fucking body. I blow my load into the back of Gia’s throat without warning. My dick pulsing with pleasure, my balls squeezing so hard it hurts. Gia chokes, her head flying off my cock.
Opening my eyes, I find her on her hands and knees trying to catch her breath as my cum drips from her lips.
Rage riddles up my spine as I acknowledge I just came to a fucking cop - of all bitches.
Standing I shove my junk back in my pants and strut to my room.
“Where are you going?” Gia asks with a hoarse voice.
I don’t answer her because I’m not entirely sure what the fuck I’m doing and it’s none of her fucking business.
Opening the door to my room, I close it quietly. My back to the door, I slide my ass to the floor, elbows to my knees as I watch the woman I just blew my load to sleeping in my bed.
She has one of my shirts on, her brown hair all over my pillow as she sleeps peacefully. There’s more to this woman than just a cop, I can tell when I look deep in her eyes. The Devil is dancing in those angelic eyes. She’s full of temptation and charm and she knows it. I want to know her story, I need to know it. Because right now I’m a fucking hypocrite; busting Zeek’s balls for screwing a law enforcement, and I’m over here eye fucking her best friend.