Behind Blue Eyes

by Jordan Abbott

  The short-haired blonde shrugged his shoulders. “I do what they tell me to do. I want my top rocker. If they tell me to go in there and beat them with my dick, I’ll do it,” Ice replied as he stretched out his long legs and waited patiently. He had three pieces of fence iron welded together. A third of the way down he had black electrical tape wrapped around the iron for a decent grip.

  “We’re the first line of defense, the intervention team. We go in, we beat some motherfuckers but we’re not killing anybody. It’s a warning and we’re stripping them of their cuts,” Vince replied, slightly bored with the reassuring. “They can’t wear our colors in our city.”

  “What if they keep fucking up, then what?” Rocket asked.

  “Then the hit squad goes in and that name is self-explanatory. Now shut the fuck up and focus.”

  Rocket held his nervous silence for a moment. “What if they shoot at us?”

  “Then we die,” Toby replied dryly. “Now if you don’t shut the hell up, those assholes in that house will be the least of your worries.”

  ***

  VP Toby started swinging his piece of plywood as soon as he kicked in the door. His blonde hair was flying through the air as he charged forward. He resembled a Viking storming forward in battle. The first blow hit one of the bikers in the jaw, knocking him out cold.

  A sexy Latina girl ran naked out of the kitchen and toward the back door. “Grab that bitch!” Vince screamed at Rocket.

  Rocket stood frozen in the midst of the chaos. Ice cursed as he raced past Rocket and went after the girl. He caught up with her just as she opened the back door. He wrapped one of his big, tattooed arms around her neck and dragged her back into the main room. He growled for her to stop screaming as she fought and struggled. “Shut up! You’re not going to die!” Ice huffed as he opened a closet, tossed her inside and closed the door.

  Vince swung his bat at another member of the Disciples of Ares and missed. The fake biker tried to reach for his gun, which he had tucked in his waist band. Vince swung the bat again and landed a direct hit to his jaw. The dazed gang member fell to the floor. He dropped the gun and Vince picked it up, using it to pistol-whip him into unconsciousness.

  Toby and Ice finished their assault on the remaining members who had charged at them. Within minutes, it was over and done with. Three men lay beaten and bloody on the floor. Vince and Toby picked up several guns and tucked them into their own waistbands. All of them turned and stared at Rocket.

  “What the fuck is your problem?” Ice yelled at Rocket. “You could have gotten us all killed!”

  “Where’s the other one?” Rocket frantically called out. “Four, right? Or were you guys counting the girl?”

  Vince tore his eyes away from Rocket. “No, no, the count didn’t include the girl.”

  “You’re a little bitch, you know that!” Toby screamed at Rocket.’

  “I…” Rocket stammered as his eyes darted behind Ice. “There!” he shouted.

  Toby took off after a biker member who had just jetted out of the back door. They raced through the backyard and around toward the front of the house. The Disciples of Ares member stopped in the middle of the street and pulled his weapon. He fired twice at Toby.

  The impact of the bullet spun Toby’s body around, and he landed on the lawn in front of the house. He reached into his leather cut, pulled out his Glock and fired off three quick rounds. But he had missed the dark-haired, Hispanic male, who was fleeing down the street, darting in between houses.

  Vince and Ice raced over to Toby. He laid there on the ground, grunting from the impact of the amino. He lifted up his shirt and showed them the bullet proof vest he had on. “Go after that fucker!” he grunted as he staggered to his feet.

  Ice took off running down the street. Vince helped Toby balance as he stood up. Rocket exited the house and raced toward them. He hesitated at he approached them. “I froze, I’m sorry! I can fix my fuck-up!” he yelled as he took off in the direction that Ice had run.

  “He’s an idiot.” Vince shook his head with belief.

  “I should just shoot him and put him out of our misery!” Toby said.

  Vince laughed as they walked back to the van. “Let’s go after them before Rocket gets Ice killed.

  “Yeah,” Toby grunted as he took off his shirt and bulletproof vest. He rubbed his chest. “This hurts like fuck!”

  “Sit in the van. I’ll grab their cuts. Then we’ll get those two and head back to the clubhouse. Have Medic check you out.”

  ***

  “Suck it,” Kevin said as he shoved his dick toward Zoe.

  She took his cock in her mouth, slid her hand down to her pussy and began playing with her clit.

  “Did I tell you to play with your cunt?” Kevin pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her across the face. “You stupid whore!”

  “I’m sorry!” Zoe said quietly.

  “We should grab one of them new bitches!” Medic said.

  Zoe took her hand from her pussy and began to stroke Medic’s cock.

  “No shit! You think she’d know what we want by now!” Kevin grunted as he stuck his dick back in her mouth. He reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels and gulped down what was left.

  Medic grabbed both of Zoe hands and pulled them behind her back. He took his belt off and bound her wrists. He then started to slide his hands over her creamy bare ass, rubbing and squeezing each cheek. He slapped her ass hard enough to leave his hand print.

  Zoe began whimpering and moaning. Medic ordered Zoe to spread her legs.

  She obeyed, spreading her legs wider for Medic as she sucked on Kevin’s tasty cock.

  Medic grabbed her wet pussy and shoved three fingers into her wet cunt. He began vigorously finger-fucking her. “Grand fucking canyon, easy bitch to fist.” He slipped four fingers inside as a smile crossed his face. “Yeah, her cunt is stretching; she’s juicy as hell.”

  “Hey, come here!” Medic called over to a dark haired girl named Kim who was walking through the game room. Kim rushed over, taking her clothes off as she moved toward them.

  She stood over Medic waiting to be told what to do. “Get down here!” He shook his head as he looked at Kevin. “What the fuck, man? Are they all fucking high tonight? They know the routine, shit!”

  “We really should have gotten one of the new ones!” Kevin said as he took his cock from Zoe’s mouth and pushed her head down farther to suck on his balls.

  Kim moved awkwardly, not sure where she should go or what to do. Finally, Medic took his hand from Zoe’s pussy and shoved his fingers into Kim’s mouth before pushing her head down. “Get on your back and lick her pussy!” he commanded Kim.

  She scooted under Zoe and latched onto her pussy. Kim squealed as Medic rammed his thick dick into her tight cunt.

  “Fuck yeah. That’s it bitch, scream for me!” he said as he started to pound deep into her cunt. Medic moved her legs up onto his shoulders as he plunged deep into her pussy.

  Kevin reached over and started to massage Kim’s clit as he choked Zoe with his cock. “Let’s switch,” Kevin said.

  Medic rolled his eyes and grunted, “No.”

  “Fine!” Kevin pulled Zoe forward and pushed her face down onto the floor. He rammed his cock into Zoe and started pounding her hard. His breathing sped up and he gripped Zoe’s hair. “Fucking whore!”

  Medic moaned as he filled Kim with his cock. Her pussy was dripping as he shoved his cock in and out of her.

  Kevin pulled from Zoe’s cunt and moved her head back to his cock. She sucked him down, licking away at her own juices as he shot his hot cum down her throat. She gulped him down, then licked him clean. She looked up at him waiting to be told what to do next. She needed him to see how well she obeyed.

  “You can go!” Kevin said as he slid back against the sofa, unfulfilled. He motioned for her to turn around and he released the belt.

  He watched Medic shoot his load all over Kim moments later. Medic rolled off and lay on th
e floor, pulling the dark-haired girl onto his chest.

  “That sucked, didn’t it?” Kevin said as he stood up and zipped up his jeans. He would have been better off using his hand and jacking off.

  Medic nodded as he kissed Kim on the head and pushed her away. “I need an old lady; this shit is getting old!”

  Zoe shot them both a look and stomped naked out of the room.

  “We should have got one of the new ones!” Kevin added.

  Medic shrugged. “Next time.”

  The first line of defense sauntered back into the clubhouse towing a beaten, bloody Rocket behind them.

  “You two having fun?” Vince asked as he laughed out loud.

  “Not really!” Medic replied as he stood up and zipped up his jeans. “What happened there?” He pointed with his head toward Rocket.

  “Toby beat the shit out of him. He froze at the house. Toby is also in a pissed-off mood because one of the Disciples of Ares assholes shot at him. Good thing for him he had armor on.”

  Medic walked over to Rocket. He raised his bloody face and moved it from side to side. “You want me to patch him up?”

  “No.” Toby then grabbed a handful of Rocket’s red hair and lifted his head. “You in or out, asshole?” he asked with a grimace.

  “In,” Rocket mumbled as blood spilled from his mouth.

  Toby nodded as he shoved Rocket forward.

  “I take it you did well, Ice. You’re not covered in blood,” Kevin said.

  Ice glanced at Toby and Vince. “I do what I’m told to do. I want my top rocker.”

  “Good attitude kid, real good,” Kevin responded.

  “He beat the snot out of that fake ass biker he chased after. Reminded me of a mini-Nuke.” Vince snorted as he slapped Ice on the back. “You into that hardcore BDSM stuff, too?”

  “Nope!” Ice said as he grabbed a towel from the bar and started to wipe the blood off of his weapon. “I like that age-play shit. Dress her up in a school girl outfit, discipline…” He grinned. “Yeah, I like that. Young, old, skinny, fat, don’t matter to me. She just has to be willing to play the role with me.”

  “We need to change our name to The Freaks MC!” Toby chuckled as he grabbed an ice cold beer from the bar. He rubbed the bottle on the bruises that were now appearing on his chest.

  “I think that name is taken already,” Kevin said.

  A hacking sound started to echo off the walls. They all turned and glared with revulsion on their faces as Rocket started to vomit all over the floor.

  Vince twisted around to face Toby. “I should have let you shoot him.”

  “Yep,” everyone in the room said at the same time.

  Chapter Six

  Fake it

  A smile crossed Ella’s face; she’d get her car back. She showered and changed into something casual yet a bit sexy. She liked teasing Pipe and he had been a life-saver since her car had broken down. It had taken a bit longer than he’d expected to get the part, but it had finally come in. It was even cute how she could tell that it upset him that she wouldn’t allow him to meet her kids.

  She might be slightly attracted to him and she was leaning toward having sex with him. However, there was no way in hell she’d bring a man like that around her children. The Hells Vipers were criminals and that was not the kind of man she wanted to have an influence on her babies.

  Ella took a cab over to the garage on Harvester Street. She told the driver to keep on driving when she saw the five big grim reaper-looking biker dudes parked out front of the auto repair shop. She didn’t realize that they dominated one entire section of a street.

  The driver went around the block several times, and she finally had to get up the guts to tell him to stop when she saw the meter price rising.

  Before he dropped her off, he asked her if she wanted him to wait. She quietly said no. The cab driver then drove away without asking again. It was at that moment that she wished she had dressed differently or brought her mace with her.

  Taking a deep breath, she headed toward the door marked office. She noticed that this was only the auto repair section and that the other part of their compound was gated off. This gave her some relief. The redhead sitting behind the counter looked up from her magazine. She looked agitated, which put Ella on edge.

  “Is Pi… Pipe here?” It dawned on her at that moment that she didn’t know his name.

  “Who are you?” The redhead looked at her with her nose scrunched up.

  “Ella. So, is he here? He told me to ask for him.” By the way the redhead was looking at her, Ella figured she must be Pipe’s woman.

  “No, he’s not here,” she replied, then went back to her magazine.

  Ella stood there for a moment. Did this woman just blow her off? “I need my car. Is there someone else who can help me?” Ella stood there for a second gaining her composure. She then turned around and walked out. It was stupid for her to come here in the first place without calling him first. She was standing outside, trying hard to avoid eye contact with anyone wearing a Hells Vipers insignia, when a familiar deep voice called her name.

  “Are you leaving?” She turned around and saw Pipe coming toward her.

  “She said you weren’t here.”

  “Screw her. She’s pissed at her old man.”

  “Are you her man?”

  “Fuck no! Sal, he’s one of the mechanics that works for us.”

  “Oh.”

  “You look good early in the morning.”

  She had on a white cotton dress with a V-neck and empire waist. It had a flirty, high-low hemline and the shoulder straps showed off her recent tan. The dress showed off her size 34 double C-cup. She purposely hadn’t worn a bra, and her hard nipples were poking out through the thin material of the dress. She looked good and she knew it, from the top of her head straight down to the tips of her pedicured toes, which were sticking out of the open-toed, white wedge sandals.

  “Come on in,” he said as he wrapped his arm around her waist and ushered her back inside.

  The redhead with the attitude looked up from her magazine again.

  “I ain’t here, huh?” he said to her as they walked by.

  “I thought she was that girl, the one you told me about. You said to say you wasn’t here.” She looked apologetic.

  Ella ignored the little green monster trying to whisper in her ear.

  He shot her a look, then closed the door behind them as they entered a back office.

  Ella immediately pushed his hand off her waist. “Is my car ready?” she asked.

  Pipe crossed his arms and leaned back onto the desk with his long legs stretched out in front of him.

  “It will be in less than an hour, I promise.” He held up two fingers like a scout.

  “Are you really not going to charge me anything for repairing my car?”

  “Not a dime. It’s on the house.”

  “Hmmm.” She looked around the garage. “Is this place legit?”

  Pipe chuckled. “Yeah, it’s legit. Real law-abiding citizens like yourself bring vehicles here and we repair them. We pay taxes, too. I have insurance because I’m a full-time employee working for a legal company. We’re closed on Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s. But there is an emergency number you can call for a tow.”

  “You know what I mean, Pipe. Don’t get offended. It’s not like the Hells Vipers Motorcycle Club is listed under clubs to join in the city.”

  “Yet you’re still here in spite of thinking we’re all criminals.”

  “I need my car repaired,” Ella replied as she looked out of a window. She noticed a car being towed into the garage and several more people who didn’t look like criminals picking up their vehicles, including a woman with her children.

  “If you lower your bitch shield, you might get something better out of the deal than that piece of shit you drove in here.”

  “Yeah, right. How long have you been a biker?”

  “Got my first motorcycle when I was fifteen.
”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  “I’ve been Hells Viper for seventeen years.”

  “What’s up with that girl the redhead was talking about?”

  He cracked a smile. “You had to go there, huh?”

  “I’m just trying to chit-chat. I don’t care who you screw.”

  “She’s nothing for you to worry about. A Snake Swallower that got too attached.”

  “I’m not worried. What you stick your dick in is your business, and I don’t even want to know what a Snake Swallower is.”

  He smirked. “You’d be popular if you were one. I didn’t think you would be brave enough to show up here today. I figured I’d have to call. Or should I say, I didn’t think you’d lower your standards to enter the Viper garage.”

  “I thought about not coming, letting you bring it to me at Club Mirror tonight, but I really need my car back. You never told me: are you married, divorced, kids, busy impregnating women?” she asked as she sat down in a chair in front of him. The springs in the seat were shot so she sunk down low and her dress flew up. She pushed herself back up out of the hole and scooted to the edge of the chair like nothing had happened.

  “Naw,” he said in a quiet voice as he shifted his eyes from her crotch back up to her face.

  “Could you be more obvious?” She pretended to be annoyed but she was glad that he was checking her out.

  “Why? All I do when I see you is think about how good your pussy must taste. How sexy your mouth would look wrapped around my dick. I just got a pussy shot, and you think I’m not going to look? You must be crazy.”

  “I don’t know what to say now. How am I supposed to respond to that?”

  “Fucking me would help.”

  “You’re really crude, you know that?”

  “Yep!”