by K E Osborn
Smiling wide as I turn to glance at Willow, she’s breathing heavily as Dylan is smirking too. Billy looks toward our room, nods, and then walks out locking the door behind him. Chuckling, I nod to the others, and we step out into the other room as Chops glances toward us and frowns.
“What the fuck is this then?” he asks.
“This, Chops, is called payback,” Dylan replies.
Chops smirks and looks at Willow. “Right, so you’re going to ‘pay me back’ with little miss goody two shoes in here?”
Steel smiles and shakes his head. “The thing is Chops, I’m here for support. It’s the girls that are here for the payback, I’m not layin’ a finger on you.”
He smirks and nods. “Right, so we’re going to have a tickle fight then?”
I shake my head and bring a small blade out of my pocket and tilt my head licking my lips. “Oh no, Chops, I plan on having a lot more fun with you than that.”
Willow chuckles and pulls out some self-adhesive wax strips. “And while I might not be able to cut you and draw blood with a knife, those mutton chops piss me off. So I’m going to give you a little wax while Mum plays with your cock.”
Steel chuckles and shakes his head. “That sounded so weird.”
“You can’t wax off my mutton chops. That’s why I got my road name, it’s how I’m defined,” Chops retorts.
“Oh, Chops, honey, you don’t get it. You’re not walking out of here. We’re having our fun and then you’re staring down the barrel of my gun. Huh, that rhymed, what d’ya know,” I say and his entire body tenses in his shackles.
“You three are going to kill me?”
“Oh no, remember I’m just here for support. It’s all those two little ladies, Chops. Imagine this big burley biker being taken out by two chicks, huh. What a way to go out, hey?” Steel says and Chops grunts moving from side to side in his restraints.
Willow steps up pulling the self-adhesive wax strips from her bag and opens one up. I can’t help but giggle to myself as Chops frowns and shakes his head.
“Seriously? You’re seriously going to wax off my chops?” he asks, and Willow smiles pulling apart the strips.
“Yep,” she chirps and then she slaps one of the strips on the side of his face really hard. The sound of the slap reverbs through the small room.
“Ouch, fuck, woman.”
“Oh, sorry, did I hurt you?” she asks.
I chuckle, and Dylan stands back with his arms folded over his chest and smirking like he’s enjoying the show.
“Seriously, you think your introduction into torture is to wax someone?” Chops asks.
“You’ve never been waxed before, have you Chops?” Willow asks rubbing the wax into his face.
“No, but it seriously can’t be that bad. I think your attempt at torture is a piss weak effort.”
“Well, the thing is Chops, the longer the hair, the more it hurts. And your chops are longer than normal hair, so this is going to be quite painful for you,” she teases.
“Yeah, right, I’ll believe it when I see it.”
“Okay, here goes, on three. One, two…” She rips the edge of the wax strip off, pulling half his stupid sideburn off with it, leaving small patches on his face.
He screams out loud as he jolts from side to side in agony.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you said on three, and that shit is like fucking torture.”
All three of us laugh at his expense, as little spots of blood appear on his freshly waxed face. “So while Willow finishes waxing you, I’m going to do something a little more… your style, Chops,” I say, and he huffs rolling his eyes.
“Oh, little Miss Millie, like I’m scared of you.”
Smiling, I lean in grabbing the elastic of his pants and he raises his eyebrows.
“Oh, now we’re talking a service. I always wanted one of your famous blow jobs. Mad Dog was always talking about how you sucked better than the club girls.”
My body tenses as I hear Dylan grunt behind me. I pull down his blue prison pants freeing his semi-hard cock. Turning my lip up, I ball my fist and punch him straight in the nads.
He groans out loud, and breathes harshly in and out of his nose, as I turn to Dylan placing my hand out. “Wesley, please.”
He nods and smiles. “My pleasure.”
He hands over his trusty knife, and I turn back to Chops, who’s having another wax strip adhered to his other sideburn.
“What the fuck are you doing with Wesley, Amelia?” Chops asks through gritted teeth.
Smiling, I bring Wesley up into view and take a deep breath. “You know all those times you tried to proposition me? All those times you made me uncomfortable, and tried to get me to sleep with you behind your best friends back, and I said no every time?”
“Well, you couldn’t blame a man for trying, could you Amelia?”
Laughing, I shake my head. “You made life uncomfortable, so I’m going to make the last moments of your life uncomfortable. Always thinking with your cock, I’ll give you some time to be less attached to it.”
His eyes open wide as he shakes his head. “What the fuck does that mean?” he asks and then Willow rips the other wax strip off. He screams out in pain, and I lunge forward with Wesley and pierce straight into his cock slicing it straight off right at the top. The tiny thing falls to the ground as blood squirts out and Chops screams out in utter agony. Willow steps back as I also stab the tip of Wesley into each nut sack. Blood and innards ooze out, and a slow smile crosses my face as he writhes in pain screaming at the top of his lungs. But it’s of no use, Billy said the room was soundproof. He turns pale white as his body falls limp against the restraints holding his arms up in the air. His legs give out, and he dangles from the ceiling as his screaming dies down, and he pants in and out of his mouth so forcibly that spittle is flying out of his mouth.
“You mother fucking cunts,” he murmurs, and I smile as I hand the knife back to Dylan. He smirks at me and nods letting me know I’ve done good. I glance at Willow, and she’s looking very pale as she looks everywhere but at the blood pooling on the ground beneath Chops.
“Mad Dog was your best friend, and you stabbed him in the back, literally. I can never forgive you for that. Virginia doesn’t exist anymore, but as the prez’s wife, I call to vote. I motion for Chops to meet with Wreaking Havoc.”
His eyes open wide, and he shakes his head. “You can’t.”
“Aye,” Dylan and Willow both say in unison.
“Millie, wait,” Chops calls out, but I bend down grabbing my small gun from my ankle boot and bring it up pulling the safety off.
Aiming it at Chops’ head, I smile.
“Prepare for Wreaking Havoc.”
“Millie wait,” he calls out again. His face contorts with fear, and I quickly move the gun down and aim for his thigh. Pulling the trigger, I shoot. The gun fires off, and he screams as the bullet enters his leg.
Laughing, I shake my head. “Sorry, my aim is a little off these days.” I pull back up pointing at his head again.
“No, wait, you don’t have to—”
BANG.
I shoot him straight between the eyes. Blood pools out of the small bullet hole and his head falls to the side as he finally goes quiet and his body falls completely limp.
We all stand here in silence just staring at his lifeless body. Willow moves toward me grabbing the gun before I can register, and then fires three more bullets into his torso. My eyes open wide as she stands there gun still raised, her chest heaving heavily, and her hands shaking slightly.
“Willow?” Dylan asks walking up to her and grabbing the gun from her still raised hands.
“What? Just wanted to make sure.”
Steel grabs her kissing her hard, and I can’t help but chuckle as I shake my head at them.
“That was so fuckin’ hot, baby,” Dylan murmurs.
I shake my head again and push his shoulder. “Hey kid, your mother is right here.”
“Sorry,
Mum.”
The door of the room swings open and Billy walks in and huffs. “Guys c’mon, I have to get this cleaned up.”
Steel walks up to him and hands him another wad of cash. “We appreciate you giving us this time, Billy. We know you’re putting your job on the line by doing this, so thank you.”
Billy nods, taking the cash. “Frank was a good guy, he didn’t deserve what this trash gave him. So I’m more than happy to let this happen. Plus my Dad runs this place, so I can pretty much do what I want.”
We nod, walking out of the room, leaving the memory of Chops and the havoc he brought to the Virginia Satan’s Savages and into my family behind.
Taking a deep breath as we make our way to the car, Willow is cuddled into Dylan, and I can’t help but think of Frank and how much I miss him. I thought killing Chops would bring closure. All it did was put an end to an evil arsehole in the world. Sure Chops is dead, but it doesn’t bring Mad Dog back. I thought I’d feel better than this.
We get to the car and Willow kisses Dylan, she slides inside the car obviously leaving us to talk about what happened.
“Now that this is done, I don’t want to have the rest of my fears come true, Dylan.”
“Mum, I’m in a better club now. My brothers are by my side. Techie is watchin’ my back for me everywhere I go. I’m safe. Willow is safe. What happened to Dad isn’t gonna happen to me. I promise. I’m not gonna die on you.”
I exhale and pull him to me. “You better not, Dylan, ‘cause if I lose you too, I swear to God I’m not staying on this earth.”
“Mum don’t talk like that. But I’m not goin’ anywhere. I’m not leavin’ you or Flame behind. I have way too much to live for.”
“I’m glad to hear it, son. I want to be around more. Keep me in the loop, okay?”
“Of course. We got him, Mum, we got the bastard.”
Smiling, I nod. “Yeah, we did. I thought it’d feel better than it does, though. It feels good, don’t get me wrong, but it doesn’t bring your father back. And watching Mad Dog meltdown like he did, and to know he was going to die, and there was nothing we could do, it killed me, Dylan.” A soft tear rolls down my cheek.
He pulls me to him and holds me tight. “I know, Mum, I’m hurtin’, too. Just know that Dad loved you. He gave the life up, the club up, to protect you from the Cartel. That showed me just how much he loved you. He was so set on beatin’ them, but as soon as they mentioned bringin’ you into the equation, he threw his hands down and admitted defeat. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt you, he’d rather die than have you harmed. You’re really safe now, Mum. I hate that he’s dead, but no one can use you to get to him now, and that would be puttin’ him to rest.”
Sniffing, I hold onto Dylan tighter and squeeze him. “I loved him so much, and I wasted so many years being stubborn and staying away. I knew this day would come, and instead of spending the time with him and cherishing every moment until it came, I ran and missed out on everything. I don't know if I can ever forgive myself for that.”
“Hey, you did what you thought was right. You did what you had to. Don’t go wallowin’ in regrets. That shit’ll eat you up. Just live your life, that’s what Dad would want.”
I nod and take a deep breath. “Just promise me something?”
“Anything, Mum.”
“Never give up on, Flame. When it gets tough, and she wants to walk away, promise you’ll fight like hell to keep her.”
He nods and smiles. “I’m not lettin’ that red-headed beauty walk anywhere, other than down the aisle with me.”
My eyes open wide and I gasp. “You’re engaged?”
He ducks down and shakes his head effectively shushing me. “No, not yet. I’m goin’ ring shoppin’ with Techie soon, though. But I want it to be a surprise, so please don’t say anythin’ or drop stupid hints.”
Laughing to myself, I nod my head. “Okay, I’m so happy for you, kid. She’s going to make a fantastic Old Lady.”
He looks into the car where Flame’s sitting, looking at her phone oblivious to our conversation. “Yeah, yeah, she is.”
TO BE CONTINUED
PROLOGUE
TECHIE’S POV
Diamonds are a girl’s best friend. That’s how the saying goes, right? I can’t help but wonder what all the fucking fuss is about. It’s a ring. Nothing more. Nothing less. It’s a piece of oversized jewellery that goes on a finger that no one actually looks at anyway—other than on the day of the wedding, or at the engagement party. And then, what’s it good for? Nothing? It’s pointless. I don’t see the use, but Steel is my best friend, and he wants a ring for Flame. Right now, I don’t think he’d be capable of doing this on his own as he can barely string a sentence together, let alone pick out her perfect sentimental statement piece showing their undying love for each other.
Vomit!
I don’t get the undying love either. I’ve never been in love, nor do I think I ever will. It’s a useless emotion, needing someone, wanting someone so much you are drawn to every inch of them. It’s not something I know. For me, it’s all about the fun. I love my time with the club girls, they satisfy me the best way they know how and I satisfy them in return, but it’s never about love. Lust always, but never love. I guess love is a foreign word for me, it’s not an emotion I know well. I love my brothers, I love my club, I love my family, but love for a woman… no, I’ve never felt that. It’s not on my Over The Horizon radar.
“I’m bringin’ Petunia with us,” Steel announces picking up the tiny teacup pig as she squeals and snorts in a satisfied grunt that he’s holding her.
Raising my eyebrow, I huff. “Seriously? You want to bring the pig to pick out your engagement ring? I know you’re freaking out right now, but brother… it’s a pig. How can it possibly help?”
He huffs cuddling into the pink hunk of bacon that’s literally wearing a tutu. It’s ridiculous!
“Okay for starters, Techie, I thought by now you’d be used to havin’ her around. And stop callin’ her it. She has a name, it’s Petunia. Don’t let Flame hear you callin’ her it, she’ll cut you.” He smirks and I roll my eyes.
“I know she went all Uma Thurman in Kill Bill on Chops and shit, but she loves me too much to hurt me.”
He exhales and shakes his head. “She’ll never live that down. I swear to God all she did was wax off his fuckin’ sideburns and then shot him a few times for good luck. It’s not like she sliced off his cock like Ma did or anythin’.”
I can’t hold back my chuckle as I shake my head. “It’s not the fact that she didn’t slice his cock off, Steel, it’s the fact that little miss goody two-shoes picked up a gun and shot three bullets into him. I think that was the start of her becoming the tough chick we all know and love now. I gotta tell you, when I first met little miss MC1R, I seriously thought she’d be chewed up and spat out, but she fits in so well here. But this club… Aldinga, it’s so different to Virginia and I think that’s why she’s like the mother hen now. The club girls look up to her, the men love her. She really is Queen-fucking-B.”
Steel smiles and nods like he’s proud of himself standing a little taller. “Yeah, she is, and she’s all mine.”
I look up to the ceiling as the facts come racing through my medial temporal lobe. “You know that women actually outperform men in IQ tests in general, statistics show that women beat men on the IQ scale most of the time now.”
Steel furrows his brows at me and shakes his head slightly. “Okay?”
“Also, women’s immune systems are significantly stronger than a males, possibly due to estrogens immune-boosting influence and other genetic advantages.”
He exhales and continues to look at me blankly. So I continue to make my point. “Women are better drivers statistically than men too—”
“Seriously Techie, women are not better drivers than men. Can you imagine Flame ridin’ my Hog? I don’t think so!”
I chuckle. “The statistics don’t lie Steel.”
He ti
lts his body and shakes his head raising his eyebrow at me. “I know there’s a point in this crazy conversation somewhere. Can you make it, please?”
I huff and fold my arms over my chest annoyed that he never understands me. I think I make perfect sense. “It’s so fucking simple if you’d just listen to me, Steel. I’m saying that Flame is a woman.”
He chuckles and nods. “I’m well aware of that Techie—”
“Yes, well, think about what I said.”
He grunts and rolls his eyes. “You know you need to not tech talk me. Just make it plain and simple so I can fuckin’ understand, you dork.”
Groaning as I shake my head in annoyance, I throw my hands in the air. “Flame’s better than you at everything. She’s too good for you, is what I’m saying. So are you sure you want to bring her into this for life?”
He slumps his body and exhales holding onto the little rodent pig a little tighter and looking her in the face. “I know you don’t understand the whole lovin’ someone concept. And I know puttin’ a ring on it, is scary for you. But Techie, I’m still gonna to be your best mate. I’m not gonna abandon you, I’m not gonna end up some whipped motherfucker who leaves the club for his woman. Flame loves it here, she loves the kids, she loves the girls, she wouldn’t leave here and neither would I. Don’t worry, brother, you won’t lose me twice.”
Taking a deep breath, I gnaw on my bottom lip. For a dumb fuck, he’s actually pretty smart. I love Flame, I do, and I think them getting hitched is a brilliant idea, but I lost Steel once already. I don’t want to lose him again. He’s hit the nail on the head.
“Right, well in that case then, let’s go get your woman a Cullinan.”
He furrows his brows and shrugs. “What?”
Groaning in frustration at the sheer stupidity of him sometimes, I shake my head. “It’s a type of diamond, you dick. Jesus Steel, you really know nothing. Did you even go to school?”