by Quinn Ryder
“Where are you going?” Scythe asked, watching me as I walked toward the door.
“Anywhere but here. Bar’s on you tonight. You can close it up.” With that, I turned my back on my brother and his club and headed outside toward my car. I’ve been working on this for five long years and I wasn’t about to let some shithead with a God complex come between me and my mission.
When I was a block away from my destination I pulled over. I quickly changed out of my jeans and t-shirt and pulled on a loose-fitting blouse and too tight leather skirt. I pulled my auburn hair down and messed it up with my fingers until it was that sexy kind of messy only he liked. I toed off my shoes and replaced them with shiny silver stilettos and checked my make-up in the mirror, touching up my lips with Assassin Red lipstick.
I was dressed seductive and sexy, just how he liked it.
The second I exited my car, the catcalls started.
“Hey, Sweetheart, how much for a blow job?” A man with a goatee called as I passed.
I flipped him off and kept walking until I found myself in front of Diego’s Club. It was one of the best nightclubs in town, but it was also deep in the heart of the Diablo Saints’ territory.
The bouncer and club Enforcer, Rodrigo, looked me up and down before rolling his eyes and undoing the rope so I could enter. I knew how people felt about me around here, but that shit didn’t matter. It takes time to get information, and the more time I played with Diego, the closer I’d be to getting my revenge.
Two bitches immediately hissed as I walked past them. They were dressed in short black crop tops and miniskirts, with torn fishnet stockings and red high heels. The girls here hated me, but I fucking loved the attention. Nobody here could touch me anymore—not since I became Diego’s number one girl.
“Bitch,” one of them cussed.
“I don’t know what he sees in her,” the other agreed.
I ignored them and took the stairs leading up to Diego’s office. His club members were sitting around the VIP area, their cuts blazing with that familiar logo of a devil wearing a halo with the club’s name spelled out in red letters that were dripping with blood. A few of them eyed me as I passed by, but none of them were stupid enough to make a move. They’d lose a hand if they did.
“He’s busy,” Marco, Diego’s VP remarked, as I walked up to Diego’s door. I could hear some bitch screaming inside. She was one of his many side pieces, but Diego liked his women light with perky tits like mine.
“Get the fuck out of my way, Marco.”
“It’s your funeral,” he growled, unlocking the door and moving so I could get inside.
Angelique, the Saint’s favorite club whore, was sprawled over Diego’s desk while he fucked her vigorously from behind. He looked up and made eye contact with me but didn’t stop fucking her.
“Get out, Gringa,” Angelique screeched when she realized they had an audience.
“Make me, Puta.” I batted my eyelashes at her and took the chair facing them. I watched them with bored eyes, keeping my focus on Angelique’s face. She looked proud of herself, like she was in charge. That bitch wasn’t even close to being in charge. There was only room for one queen in Diego’s world, and I wore the crown with pride.
I watched her face attentively, making sure she was getting close to climax. Then, just when it sounded like she was about to cum, I started slowly undressing, taking off my top and bra first so that my tits were in full view. Diego looked up and a lusting smile spread quickly across his lips. He liked looking at me, and he loved it when I touched my own body. Licking my lips, I gripped the tips of my breasts and tugged at my nipples, moaning when I pulled on them a little too hard. I could tell Diego was getting restless. He wanted me. He always wanted me.
“You gonna make me wait for it, Diego, or are you going to continue playing with your whore?”
Diego looked up and grinned. Within seconds he was pulling out of Angelique and throwing her to the floor. “Get out,” he ordered.
“But, Diego. I didn’t finish.”
Diego grabbed her long black hair and jerked her head back, so he could look at her face. “Does it look like I give a fuck about you finishing? I said get the fuck out, my lady is here.”
Angelique threw an evil glare in my direction. “I don’t get what you see in her. Look at those boobs, they aren’t even that big,” she exclaimed, staring at my chest that was still on full display. Her chest was rather impressive, in that fake and bought way. You could see the scars where they stuck the silicone in. Hell, her boobs didn’t even dance like mine. When Diego fucked me, my breasts gyrated like dancers in the latest rap video. Angelique’s boobs moved like sloths in a footrace.
I stood up, my eyes trained on Angelique, stalking her like the prey she’d always be. This was my favorite part about coming here. If there was one thing Diego loved more than anything else, it was a dominant woman, and I learned to be that. I molded myself to be exactly what he wanted. Being in control made me feel powerful, and if I wanted to, I could achieve anything that he asked of me. Even being a ruthless bitch capable of making club whores quiver at my feet.
“What did you just say about my tits, Puta?”
I stopped just in front of her, eyes perusing her naked body, brow creasing with disgust as I drank her in. Diego still had her by the hair. His hand was fisted close to her scalp, and I relished in the fear plaguing every inch of her face. It was a beautiful sight. Having that much control over another human being. Watching her quake in my presence.
“I said they ain’t shit,” she hissed before spitting at my feet.
I smiled evilly. “That’s what I thought you said.” I bent over Angelique’s terrified face and kissed Diego seductively. “May I?” I asked him, threading my fingers through Angelique’s hair.
Diego let go of her head and I took lead, gripping Angelique by the hair and pulling her to her feet, so we were meeting eye to eye. I stared at her naked body and smiled sweetly. “You may get to fuck him when I’m not around, Angelique, but when he’s fucking you, he’s thinking about fucking me.” I forced her head downward until her lips met my nipple. “Suck.”
Her thick Latina accent wavered just a smidge. “Fuck you, crazy bitch.”
I ripped her head back causing her to squeal, then my hand ripped across her face, whipping her head to the side. “I said suck.”
I looked over at Diego, whose cock was only getting harder. When Angelique didn’t move, he put a knife against her throat. She cried out as the blade pushed into her skin. I could see the fear in her eyes, but I was so in character that I all I could do was enjoy it.
“When my lady tells you to suck her tits, you fucking suck her tits.” His Mexican accent was thicker than hers, and I loved it. When a man can roll his r’s like Diego, they can do other things with their tongue that would make any woman swoon.
I didn’t want Angelique’s mouth anywhere on my body, but I had created this dominant persona to infiltrate the Diablo Saints and get into Diego’s good graces. I didn’t get to the top of the food chain being meek and timid. I had to fight every day to stay his number one lady, and that meant I had to instill fear in those around me.
Angelique’s mouth quivered, tears streaming down her face as she lowered her trembling mouth to my nipple. I watched her lips suck the tip in reluctantly. I moaned, pretending like I was enjoying it, but I wasn’t. I hated every second of it. After a few minutes of knocking Angelique off the pedestal she thought she was on, I violently pushed her away, smacking her face with a vicious hard slap.
“That’s why he loves my tits. If you keep running your mouth like that, next time you’ll be eating my pussy.”
This time, Angelique kept her mouth shut. She quickly grabbed her clothes and started to run toward the door. But I wasn’t done playing with her just yet. I could see Diego’s eyes dancing with desire, he needed one more act of dominance to send him over the edge, and I knew exactly what would get him going.
“Oh, A
ngelique,” I called out sweetly.
She hesitated by the door. I could see the nerves as they rattled through her bones. I stalked toward her, making sure my eyes were narrowed and evil. I slammed my hand against the door boxing her in between my arms, my breasts pressing against her breasts. “You can’t leave without giving mama a kiss.”
She opened her mouth to detest, but when she saw Diego toying with his knife, she relented. Pressing her lips against mine. I only made it last for a second, and before she could do anything else, I pushed her naked ass into the VIP lounge and shouted, “Here you go, boys. Bitch is on the menu tonight.” The boys catcalled and whistled as they jumped up from their chairs and moved toward her. I watched them surround her like hungry hyenas ready to devour their prey. She was terrified, and I knew what was going to happen next. She met my eyes briefly, tears still streaming down her face. She was silently begging me to make them stop, but I couldn’t. If I showed weakness, he would know that everything between us was a lie. Backing down was not an option in Diego’s world, but that didn’t mean I had to watch the madness. I slammed the door, my stomach plummeting when I heard her terrified screams muffled through the door.
This was not me. I would never push a woman into a room full of horny bikers completely naked, serving her up to the hungry predators like she was the main course on some pussy buffet. But I wasn’t Faith anymore, not when I lived in Diego’s world. If I wanted to get my revenge I had to play by his rules—and his rules never left me room to play nice.
“Damn, baby, you’re fucking ruthless,” Diego swooned, stroking his cock back and forth.
“If you think you’re touching me with that disease-infested condom, you’re delusional.”
He laughed, throwing the used condom in the trashcan next to his desk. He grabbed another rubber and ripped open the package with his teeth, rolling it up his length. “What took you so long to get here, Fe?” Fe was Spanish for Faith, and my horrid alter-ego I created to live in Diego’s world.
“You know my brother. If he knew about us, it would start a war. I don’t want a war to start, baby. I care about you too much.”
I stalked toward him. Discarding my clothing until I was nothing but skin and lust standing before him.
“Maybe I need to have a war in order to get you full time.”
“You can have me right now.” I smiled evilly, running my hands down my body.
He licked his lips. This was our ritual. A little seductive foreplay, then a night of fucking. It’s how I kept him happy. I didn’t care about Diego, but he was fun to play with.
I stopped in front of him and slid my ass up on his desk.
“You gonna make your lady happy or keep her waiting?”
Diego was already naked and ready for me.
If there’s one thing I loved about being undercover, it was that Diego was fucking magnificent in the sack and easy on the eyes. His tattoos went on for days and his body was hard like rock, all jagged and full of amazing angles. He made it incredibly easy to be labeled his number one lady; but being number one also came with too many dangers. If he ever found out that I was fucking him because I had a hidden agenda, he’d kill me with no hesitation. Diego had always been a loose cannon, but for some reason, when it came to me, he had a soft spot that was easily manipulated.
Honestly, it wasn’t even Diego that I was worried about. It was the bitches he fucked that had me looking over my shoulder every time I left. Every day that I continued to do shit like I just did to Angelique, it left me open for retaliation. It wouldn’t be long before my reckless behavior caught up with me. The girls Diego fucked on the side didn’t like my alpha attitude or that Diego favored me over them. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were hits out on me because of all the bad shit I’ve done to them these past five years. Being hard was the only way to stay queen in this world, and if I wanted my revenge, I was going to have to wear my crown for a bit longer. Once I had my proof that Diego killed Midas and the location of where he re-buried his body, I was going to take him down and burn his club down with him.
For the last seven years I’ve been waiting and plotting for this moment—a moment when I could hold a gun to Diego’s head, look him square in the eye and say, “This is for Midas, Motherfucker”, before pulling the trigger and watching his cold, dead body hit the floor. That would be the ultimate revenge, killing the man who took my man away from me. But all that would have to wait for now. If I wanted my revenge, I had to play nice and pretend to be “Fe” a little while longer.
“Do you have any idea how much it turns me on when you do shit like that, Fe?” Diego asked while still stroking his cock.
I looked down at his dick and smiled. “I don’t know. Why don’t you show me?”
I pressed my body up against Diego’s and allowed his lips to travel my skin, but as his mouth moved across the hills of my breasts and down my torso, I couldn’t help picturing someone else trailing their kisses down my body . . . the stranger—and it was through his image that I was able to give my body up to Diego once again without any regrets.
Chapter Six
Holden
I woke up a few hours later stretched out on a king-sized bed with Filly curled up against my side. We had a good time together, but the entire time my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about Faith and the club. I was proud that she could stay strong without me, but I was also shocked by her new personality. Thinking about the new edgier Faith had me fucking hard as a rock. She was like an ice cube—hard and cold on the outside, but soft and ready to melt on the inside. That’s what I wanted to be for Faith. The sun capable of melting her now frigid heart.
Filly flipped over and smiled at me sleepily.
“Looks like the first part of our deal is over. Now you need to finish the rest.”
I nodded. “I’ll find Dusty. When I do, I’ll bring her home.”
Filly briefly kissed my lips and jumped up from the bed naked. I admired the cut contours of her body and the way her dark hair fell over the tops of her breasts. She was covered in tattoos, but her best one was a boa constrictor that was wrapped around her neck, curled around the sleek contours of her torso, and ended just below her naval.
“Do all Vipers have a snake tattoo of some kind down there?”
“Only the ones who get patched in. It’s a rite of passage. In order to be considered one of the family, a snake of some kind must be tattooed near your pussy.” She ran her fingers along the intricate detailing of the boa constrictor’s body until she reached its mouth. “Wanna play again?”
“Maybe some other time. I still have work to do.”
She frowned. “I knew you were like all the others.”
I gently took her hand and brought it up to my lips. “I’m not afraid of you, Filly. Your title would never turn me off. In fact, women of power have always turned me on, especially the ones who play with knives.”
A coy smile played with her lips. “You like walking on the wild side, don’t you?”
“When you’ve dodged death as much as I have, you learn not to be afraid of anything, even deadly women with knives.” I ran my hand playfully up her side.
She giggled and pulled out of my reach. “Is it the girl then?”
I sighed. “It is. I’ve walked through the shadows of hell to come back for her. It wouldn’t be fair to get myself involved with someone else when my heart only belongs to her.”
Filly stuck out her bottom lip and ran her hand across my face. “Sexy and sweet. Why do all the good men have to be taken? If you change your mind, you know where to find me. Though, if your girl is as deep in the Armada as Dusty is, good luck getting her out.”
I grinned. “I’ll get her out, even if it means taking the whole Armada with me.”
“Good. It’s about time the Armada went up in flames. I just hope I’m still here when it happens.” Filly’s cryptic words left me a bit shaken. The amount of fear the Armada has created in the people surrounding them is unse
ttling. What exactly are they mixed up in? Why was everyone so afraid of the Armada now? And why was Faith involved with the club now? It was definitely time for me to swoop in and save her. I had a bad feeling that if I didn’t do something soon, I’d be too late to get her out of whatever mess she was tied up in.
When I got back to my hotel room, I noticed that the door was slightly ajar. Somebody, not the maid, was either in my room or had been in my room recently. Immediately, I reached for my pistol.
I used the barrel to open the door and pushed it open so I could enter inside. I hadn’t even made two steps in before a sinister voice stopped me in my tracks.
“I was wondering when your lazy ass would show up,” a strange voice said from the shadows of my hotel room.
I gripped the trigger of my pistol, ready to shoot if I needed to. I learned never to leave home without it; otherwise, someone else would take advantage of your weakness and shoot you in the back.
“Don’t worry, I’m here as a friend,” the voice told me. I could briefly make out his shadow sitting in the corner chair. I tried to flip on the light, but it wasn’t working. This is what I get for buying a cheap hotel room to hideout in.
“Who are you?”
“The better question is, who are you?”
“I asked you first,” I growled, gripping my gun even tighter.
The street lights outside lit the doorway a few feet in and the man stood up and walked toward me, standing just at the edge of the light so I could see his face. It took me a few seconds to realize it was Cipher, the guy who just got patched into the club. I saw him talking to Scythe, Switchblade, and Faith before I slipped out the back exit.
“I knew telling you she was in trouble would draw you back home.” His disheveled brown hair fell over his eyes, hiding the penetrating brown eyes that seemed to be analyzing me. He was young, maybe mid-twenties, but he tried to look older by hiding his youth behind a badass beard, a nose ring, and a sleeve of tattoos.
“Wait . . . are you the mysterious emailer? How is that possible? I don’t even fucking know you.”