by Quinn Ryder
“Get the fuck away from me. LEAVE! I don’t ever want to see your face again,” I screamed.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Sweetheart, but you’ll be seeing a lot of me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna go grab my bike and escort your ass home, and after that, you’ll be holed up at the clubhouse until this shit with Diego gets figured out.”
Like hell I will.
I waited for him to walk off, before hopping into my car. The second I turned my ignition; my foot was on the gas and I was peeling down the road at insane speeds. I turned on the dirt road, my head lights illuminating his back. He jumped out of the way just before I would’ve hit him. He landed on the ground, my wheels kicking dirt and gravel all over him like angry shrapnel.
Eat my dust, motherfucker! Nobody turns Faith Malone down and gets away with it!
If Specter wouldn’t fuck me like I wanted, I knew one man that would, and he’d be fucking happy to see me, too. Diego didn’t give a shit who I pictured when we fucked, as long as I didn’t voice it out loud. No more allowing a stranger to distract me. I had a mission to do, and I wasn’t going to allow anyone to stop me. I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw Specter running after me. I was off the road and on the highway before he had a chance to grab his bike. The second I hit that paved road; I was gone. I swear I drove over a hundred the whole way back to Diego’s club. The entire time I was crying or hitting my steering wheel in a fit of rage, trying to block out Midas’ face that kept infiltrating my thoughts. Every once in a while, his face would merge with Specter’s and I swear it was almost like they were the same person.
I pulled into the back of Diego’s club, something I normally didn’t do, and marched straight to the member standing guard at the back of the entrance.
“Whores use the front door,” he growled.
“I’m nobody’s whore. I’m Diego’s Old Lady and you better let me in.” I looked at his patch; it said prospect. He must be new.
“Diego’s Old Lady is already here.”
I practically spit out the word, “What?” as anger rustled my backbone. I swear if he’s referring to Angelique, shit’s going to get ugly.
“Like I said, whore’s use the front door.” He shooed me away with his hand, forcing me to walk around the building. Fucking prospects, they always think they know everything. Specter thinks he knows me, well I’ll show him exactly who I am. I’m Fe, and Fe is fucking raging pissed.
I walked up to Rodrigo and didn’t even wait for him to let me in. I unhooked the bouncer rope and marched right past him, sticking my hand in his face when he tried to stop me. I didn’t give a fuck who Diego had up there right now, I didn’t work five years to become Diego’s Old Lady just to have some club whore move in when I wasn’t looking.
The club was jumping tonight. Bodies of drunken sluts gyrated against the pelvises of horny, looking for pussy, assholes that were either high as fuck or drunker than a skunk. I weeded my way through the crowd and walked straight to the VIP section. Diego was standing against his door making out with some chick I’d never seen before. I don’t know what made me angrier, the fact that I couldn’t immediately get up there and fuck him like I wanted to or that another girl was trying to take the crown I fought so hard to get.
“Diego? What the fuck?”
Diego looked down at me and smiled. “Fe, what are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here tonight.”
“I’m here almost every night.”
Diego pushed away from the girl and walked over to the balcony. I practically had to scream to get him to hear me over the music.
“You should go home, Fe.” He had a weird look on his face, almost like he was worried or something. “You’re safer there.”
“Safer? What the hell are you talking about? I came here to get fucked, and you’re up there with your tongue down some club chasers throat? How the hell am I supposed to be your Old Lady, if you’re always fucking other women?”
“I’m the Prez, Bonita, I do what the hell I want when I want, ya get me?”
“Fine! If you won’t fuck me, I’ll find someone that will.”
Diego’s brow arched, but I didn’t give him a chance to respond, instead I marched out onto the dance floor and grabbed the first hot guy that I could find.
“Fucking dance with me,” I ordered.
The guy looked down at the girl he was currently grinding against and shrugged his shoulders. “Another time?”
The girl flipped her hair in my face and stomped off, but I didn’t give a shit. I was going to teach Diego a lesson—I was going to teach them all a lesson.
My dance partner was a tall drink of water, with a muscular oiled chest that peeked out of his black, silk dress shirt. He had on black slacks, silver rings, and a few silver chains—one was a cross. His black hair was slicked back, and he had a thin mustache and a little soul patch goatee on his chin. He had that typical Hispanic look, but he was a pretty boy, something that Diego lacked. Diego was easy on the eyes, but he looked tough and ready for battle. This guy looked like his mommy paid for everything.
“What’s your name?” my dance partner questioned, when I threw my arms around his neck and hiked my leg up his pants until my pussy was even with his semi-hard dick.
“Fe,” I shouted over the music.
He started grinding into me, and I moved against him, meeting his erotic dance moves thrust for thrust. If I didn’t have my clothes on people would say we were fucking on the dance floor.
I maneuvered my dance partner so I could see the balcony. Diego was standing there watching me. He looked livid.
“I’m Alejandro, your dancing is nice.”
Alejandro must be new to the club because he had no idea who I was. If he did, his hand wouldn’t have started climbing my thigh and disappearing between my legs. The second his thumb hit the lips of my pussy, he grinned.
“No underwear? I like it.” His thumb moved inside of me and he started playing with my clit. The sensation made my eyes close.
Yes, this is exactly what I needed right now.
Alejandro’s lips found mine, and as he stuck a few of his fingers into my slit, I started moaning against his mouth.
“Someone’s horny,” he whispered.
I bucked into his hand, searching for that release I didn’t get earlier from Specter. I didn’t care who was watching, right now the only thing that was important was getting rid of this emotion inside of me.
His fingers moved faster, and I started to moan even louder, he bit my neck and started to suck my skin between his teeth.
“Shall we take this somewhere else?” Alejandro whispered, my body close to release.
“Yes!” I hissed. “Take me anywhere else but here.”
I felt his smile against my neck, but before he had a chance to cart me off wherever he was planning, someone grabbed me by the hair and ripped me backward.
It was Diego, and he was fucking pissed.
I smiled evilly as Diego’s eyes drilled through me. “What the fuck was that?”
“Hey, buddy, she’s with me,” Alejandro challenged.
Damn, this guy obviously had no idea who Diego was or who the Saints were because Diego had on his cut and everything.
“No, Ese, she’s fucking mine.” Diego pulled out a knife and pointed it at Alejandro, who immediately threw up his hands.
“I don’t want any trouble, man, we were just dancing.”
“The cum on your fingers says otherwise.” Diego’s voice was full of hate and malice. He wasn’t going to let this slide, and I suddenly felt extremely guilty for dragging Alejandro into my madness.
Rodrigo walked up behind Alejandro and grabbed him, dragging him to the back of the building. Diego grabbed my arm, fingers digging into my flesh with such force that it felt like he was crushing my arm.
“Diego, you’re hurting me.”
He whipped around and got up in my face until I could feel the coldness of his narrowed eyes pierce my flesh. “Oh, I’m
going to do more than hurt you, Fe. I’m going to show you exactly what happens when someone tries to fuck my Old Lady. You spun the wrong roulette wheel tonight, because now this dude is going to pay for your games in his blood.”
I gasped. “Diego, no!”
But it was too late. The fire I danced with had gone up in smoke, and now there was no telling what Diego would do to Alejandro or me for that matter.
“Get moving, whore,” he growled, pushing me through the crowd of drunk dancers too oblivious to see what was going on around them.
Why didn’t I just go home like Diego asked me to?
Chapter Twenty
Specter
“What the fuck happened?” Scythe screamed for the fifteenth time since I told him that Faith ditched me and ended up at Diego’s club. I didn’t know how to explain it to him without it looking bad. Besides, Switchblade was standing in the corner scowling. I think Switchblade had two expressions: scowl and sneer. There were no other emotions his ugly mug could express.
“She got pissed off at me and ditched me. She didn’t like the idea of her brother sending a babysitter after her.”
“I told you he wasn’t ready for this shit. You should’ve sent me. I would’ve made Faith stay put. That bitch wouldn’t have ditched me.”
“Call her a bitch again, Switchblade, and see if you still have a dick tomorrow,” I threatened.
“Oh yeah? And what you gonna do about it, Prospect? I say, throw this fucker out. He don’t belong here.”
“He’s fine,” Scythe challenged, “I’m just upset that Faith is in Saint’s territory again, especially after what I was told earlier today.”
“Are you going to fill me in, or are you gonna continue keeping secrets from me?” Switchblade growled.
“There’s a hit out on Faith. I’m sure Diego knows about it but doesn’t think any of his club will do anything. He’s wrong. They’re out for blood—her blood. Somebody in that club wants her dead and there’s a hefty price tag on her. The money hungry rats will be out looking for her, if they aren’t already.”
Hearing the words aloud made me squirm. I didn’t like the idea of any man touching Faith, and if she got hurt because I couldn’t hold my emotions together, I’ll never forgive myself.
“What can we do?” I asked. Trying to push the last words she said to me out of my head, even though they were playing over and over again.
“Get the fuck away from me. LEAVE! I don’t ever want to see your face again,” she screamed. It was echoing in my brain and I couldn’t make it stop.
“Let’s march in there and get her,” Switchblade offered. “She’s the property of the Armada, they can’t keep her, not without starting a fucking war.”
Scythe shook his head. “We can’t start a war with the Saints, Switchblade. We aren’t prepared or ready for that shit.”
“I’m always prepared for battle. I was a fucking Marine—Marines are always ready for war.”
I rolled my eyes. This meathead would get us all killed with that kind of attitude.
“Got a better idea, Prospect?” Switchblade growled, biting the word Prospect like he was chewing on a slab of tough steak.
“I got a few. None of them involve war.”
“Whatcha got?” Scythe asked.
“I got a few friends that owe me a favor or two, I could probably make a call and get her and few friends to help us.”
Switchblade scoffed. “What kind of people would be friends with a shit-stain like you?”
“Filly, president of the Vipers. She owes me a favor.”
Scythe looked at me curiously. “How do you know Filly?”
“I kinda am staying over on her side of town. There isn’t much that gets by that woman. We may have had a run in or two. If I gave her a call, I’m sure she’d help.”
“Filly doesn’t play well with others. She does what she wants when she wants.”
“She plays well with me. She’s got a thing for me,” I remarked, smiling at the memory of my first encounter with her.
Switchblade laughed. “What’s a bunch of dumb bitches parading around in leather going to do to help us? They ain’t shit. They’re a bunch of prima donnas pretending to be badass. They’d probably whip out their mascara brushes and try to stab people with them. It’s comical that they even call themselves a MC at all. This is a man’s fucking world and the only bitch wearing leather better be wearing one that says property of, otherwise, they don’t belong in this world.”
I turned to look at him. “You should never underestimate a woman with nothing to lose, Switchblade. You may think they are prima donnas, but they are fucking smart and fucking sexy as hell. They could infiltrate Diego’s club, and no one would even think twice about it. They’d be too busy staring at their tits and ass to realize they are affiliated with a rival club. Filly hates Diego as much as we do.”
Scythe looked lost in thought. “It’s not a bad idea. They could get in and get Faith out without anyone noticing. Filly is good at what she does. Although, the idea of turning to a female MC seems rather cowardice to me. I don’t think we need the help of any women—especially fucking Filly and her club of sluts.”
Switchblade sneered. “It’s a shitty idea, what happens if they get caught? Then we have the Vipers and Faith in our enemy’s hands. No. Those fucking snakes need to stay the hell away from the Armada. We got no need for fucking women ‘round here, not unless they are opening their mouths and sucking my fucking cock.”
Switchblade was as close to a Neanderthal as you could get. His idea that women were only good for one thing bothered the shit out of me. “Look, it’s a good plan. We’re down in numbers and the Saints know who most of you are. Nobody’s going to get past Diego’s big ass bouncer, not without him shooting first. That’s why they wouldn’t see the Vipers coming. Nobody takes them seriously, which is exactly why they are vital to this plan. I can go with them, nobody knows who the fuck I am, either, and you said it yourself that I slip easily in and out of shadows.”
“Fuck that. You already fucked up once, we ain’t sending your ass anywhere but packing.”
“Filly won’t help if I’m not involved. I can tell you that right now.”
“Why is that?” Switchblade laughed.
“What can I say? Chicks dig me.” I leaned back in my chair and smiled proudly.
Scythe shook his head. “Well, if we’re going to do this, we need to do it now. Why don’t you go find Cipher and get him in here? I need his tech skills right now. I’ll go grab Guerrilla, Ice, and Obi, we’ll meet in the war room, and get a plan going.”
“Alright,” I answered, standing up.
This was the first time since joining the club that I actually wanted to keep my mouth shut. I could’ve called Filly and went to that club on my own, but with Faith in trouble it was going to take me and all of my brothers to get her out alive.
I didn’t even bother knocking on Cipher’s door. This was urgent club business and whatever he was doing would have to wait. I opened the door fast and shut it even quicker when I caught a glimpse of Cipher’s naked ass pounding the shit out of some chick on his bed.
They didn’t notice me and after I counted to ten; I opened the door again, this time clearing my throat.
“Prez, wants you.”
Cipher looked up sheepishly as the woman he was fucking lifted her head out of the pillow that was muffling her screams.
Daisy.
It was against club rules for members to fuck other member’s Old Ladies; Cipher knew that. So why the fuck was he screwing Daisy on his bed?
“Hey, Prospect, wanna join in on the fun?” Daisy asked, looking at me seductively.
“That’s not funny, Daisy. Knock that shit off,” Cipher growled. Slapping her hard on the ass.
She squealed in delight. “I’m just kidding, baby. You know I only have eyes for you.”
Cipher pulled out of her and she rolled over, her perfectly shaved pussy and tits on full display. I tried
not to look at her, but I couldn’t help myself. She was a beautiful woman who had no problem with guys staring at her. My eyes roved over her body and stopped when it reached the pretty Daisy near her crotch, a pretty Daisy with a sinister cobra wrapped around it.
Dusty.
Fuck! I can’t believe that Daisy had been Dusty this whole time. I thought because of the Daisy tattoo that there was no way it could be her, but there it was, the cobra Filly warned me about, mouth open, on the curve of her mound like it was biting the shit out of her pussy; it’s tail wrapped around the pretty Daisy tattoo that peeked out over her jeans. Part of the reason I entertained the sweetbutt flirtations was because I was on the lookout for Dusty. I actually thought she might end up being Down for the D Desi, but no, this whole time Dusty was parading around in a Daisy disguise.
I was so focused on Daisy’s tattoo, that I hadn’t even noticed that Cipher was already dressed and suited up. He clapped me on the back. “Don’t get any ideas, Prospect, she’s fucking mine. Also, don’t tell Guerrilla. Shit’s complicated.”
He walked out the door, leaving me alone with Daisy who was still lying naked on the bed.
“Don’t you think you should cover up?”
“Nah, it doesn’t bother me when men look at me. Does it bother you?”
I looked at her tits, and then at her hand that was moving down her body. She started rubbing herself and I forced myself to look away.
She giggled. “Prospects are so easily manipulated. Cat caught your tongue, Prospect? Nothing to say to me?”
I tried to remember the phrase Filly told me to say to Dusty when I found her, but all I remember was that it had something to do with snakes and cold blood.
“Asp bites cold blood.” No, that’s not right.
Come on Specter, think.
“What?”
Finally, the words came to me.
“When the asp bites, the blood runs cold.”
Daisy froze on the bed. “How the hell do you know that?”
“A little Filly told me. She wanted me to find you for her.”