“Nothing. Finish what you were saying. So you were with Zoe and…” Nuke replied.
“Oh yeah, your brother, he’s in town. He called Zoe. I guess she liked him when he was here. He was asking if you still stayed in the trailer parker.”
“I don’t like him anymore,” Zoe interrupted. “I only want you!” she said to Rocket and then shot a look at Kevin.
“You two are cute together,” Jasmine said, trying to break the awkward moment.
“Flies like shit,” Kevin said.
“Alright, thanks for telling me!” Nuke replied. Jasmine was right, he did feel like crap. He realized that he was holding onto her to steady himself. If he had called Rocket, he wouldn’t be suffering from a gunshot wound right now. “Thanks for trying to tell me about my brother.”
Rocket smiled. It was the first kind thing Nuke had ever said to him. “You’re welcome.” Rocket took Zoe by the hand and they started to walk away. He stopped suddenly and turned around. “Oh yeah, he called from a motel. Which one, honey?” he directed his question to Zoe.
“The motel over on Highway 30. Some girl was with him. I heard her in the background.”
Nuke smiled. “How do you know he called from that motel?”
“He used the motel desk phone. It showed up on my caller ID,” Zoe answered.
“Thanks, you two. Thanks again,” Jasmine said. She waited until they had walked away before she spoke again. “Wow!” Jasmine beamed from ear to ear. “What are the fucking odds of them knowing important information?”
“One in a million!” Kevin shook his head.
“Let’s go inside,” Nuke said. “Can you let Fincher know when he gets here?” he called over to Kevin.
“Sure thing!” Kevin said.
“She’s probably still there waiting on him,” Jasmine said as she helped Nuke into the clubhouse.
“I hope so.”
“What do we do now?” Jasmine asked as she helped Nuke down the hallway.
“Fincher can bring her in. We can get the reward money.”
“What if she mentions how Holden was going to our place?”
“Who’s going to believe some girl who probably killed her own father? Even if they do listen to her, where’s the proof? What is she going to say, that Holden was going to our home to rob and kill us and she knew about it? Fuck that bitch.”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“Plus, the trailer is here. Holden will just be another missing person.”
Jasmine helped Nuke to the bed. She then walked back over and closed the door before the cats got out. Jasmine knelt down and started to untie his boots.
“Babe, no, I’m not laying down. I just need a moment to rest. I got stuff to do. I just felt a little dizzy.”
“You lost a lot of blood. You need a hospital, but I’m not even going to go there. You’re laying down and I’m not discussing it further!” Jasmine said firmly.
“Baby, that’s sweet, you trying to be all dominant.”
“I’m not trying. I am in this moment. Now lay your ass down!” Seriousness covered her face.
Nuke smiled. “Pipe would lose his mind with lust over you if you said that to him.” Nuke attempted to get back up but failed.
“Jason, I said no! Now you’re going to lie down and rest before you pass out.” She stood up and eased his shirt off. She checked his bandages once more before she pointed for him to lay back.
He smiled and did as she said. “I’m lying down because I want to, not because you told me to.”
“Mmm hmm, whatever helps your ego. Just lay down.”
She undid his pants and slid them off. Then she covered him up with a sheet.
“What if I fall asleep?” Nuke asked as he stretched out.
“Then you’ll sleep,” Jasmine said firmly.
“Don’t let me sleep long!”
“You will sleep as long as your body needs for you to sleep, mister!” she said and winked.
“Lay with me!”
“I am, honey,” she said and stripped down to T-shirt and climbed into the bed. “You better not ever get shot again.”
“I’ll try not to.”
She lay on her side, staring at him. She needed to see him breathing. That had been too close of a call. “Remember when you told me that your life could be boring? I beg to differ.”
Nuke laughed. “Hey, Jasmine?”
“Yeah, honey?”
“I’m hard,” Nuke laughed.
“Oh my God!” She reached down and touched his cock. “How on earth can you have a hard-on right now?”
“Well, you’re half naked in bed with me.”
“We are not having sex!” She laughed. “Go to sleep!”
“It might make me feel better!”
“Jason Stuart! You’ve been shot!”
“My dick still works!”
Jasmine shook her head as she hugged him tight. “I can’t live without you, Nuke. I don’t know what I’d do. The thought of you dying is more than I can emotionally deal with. I can’t imagine it, and I don’t want to think about life without you.”
“I can’t live without you, either,” he said, closing his eyes. “I’d feel even better if you sucked my dick,” he laughed.
Jasmine sat up, leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. Then she kissed his eyes, his cheek, then his neck. She let her tongue trail back up to his ear. “I love you so much!” She wanted to cry. So much emotion was building up inside of her. She stopped herself. She was Nuke’s old lady and he was a Hells Vipers officer; she needed to man the fuck up.
“I love you,” she whispered again.
He moaned out loud as her tongue slid inside his mouth and she began sucking on his tongue. He reached up to her but she pushed his hands away as she took her mouth from his. “Lay back, baby, let me please you!”
He groaned out loud as she lowered her head to his chest, licking and sucking her way down to his stomach. She pushed the sheet back as she moved between his legs, kissing her way down to his feet.
“Fuck!” Nuke tried to sit up.
Jasmine stopped. “Lay down.”
“I can’t,” Nuke laughed. “I…need to touch you.”
“You’re in control, baby. You trained me to be your bitch. I’m yours; let me please you. Let me show you how I can be a good girl for you.”
Her eyes seductively looked up at him as she slowly slid his cock into her mouth. She began sliding the tip in and out of her mouth. Then gradually she slid her mouth down farther. She slowly slipped his long, thick cock further down her throat.
“Oh fuck!” Nuke cried out. He gripped her hair and forced her head all the way down. Her mouth closed around his cock. Nuke pulled his cock out and brought her up to his face by her hair. He kissed her hard on the mouth, and with his free hand he slapped her across the face. Then he forced her head back down to his cock.
Jasmine’s pussy throbbed as he pushed his cock all the way down her throat. He started moving her head up and down aggressively. Gagging sounds filled the room. “Stick your fucking tongue out,” he ordered her. She immediately obeyed.
Saliva began pouring out of her mouth and onto his thighs. There was nothing more she wanted than to please him. Tears were running down her mouth as she choked from the face-fucking. He forced her head all the way down and held her there with one hand as he pinched her nose, blocking her air with the other. Even in his weakened state, she couldn’t have broken free if she wanted to, but she didn’t.
He released his hold on her but she stayed in position a few seconds longer. Nuke threw back his head and smiled. He was lucky man. Jasmine slid her mouth from the base of his cock to the head. Then she scooted down farther to take his balls into her mouth. She licked, sucked and covered them in kisses before she moved even farther down and licked his asshole.
Nuke bit his bottom lip as she buried her face there. She teased and pleased him with her tongue as her hands worked on his cock and balls. “Fuck yourself,” he says.
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p; Jasmine removed her hand from his cock. She reached down between her legs and pushed her panties to the side. She slipped two fingers inside her pussy. Nuke loved watching her fuck her pussy, more than that he loved when she was dripping wet like now and he could hear the slurping, slapping sound of her fingers going in and out of her cunt. He needed to stick his cock deep inside her.
“Ride me,” he told her.
Jasmine took her tongue away from him. She moved to climb on top. “Take all your clothes off!” Nuke ordered her.
She climbed off of him and quickly slipped out of her panties, T-shirt and bra. Climbing onto the bed again, she straddled him, rubbing his cock against her pussy before sliding it inside.
Nuke laid back and watched her tits bounce up and down as she rode his cock. The look of sheer passion and bliss in her eyes told Nuke she was going to cum on him quick. “Slap your tits.”
Jasmine obeyed. She yelped as she struck herself.
“Again!” Nuke ordered her as he grabbed her hips.
She slapped her tits hard two more times.
“HARDER!” Nuke ordered her and he pumped his hips forward, matching her rhythm.
She did it again and again until her tits were burning.
“Twist your nipples hard.” Jasmine did as she was told. She twisted them so hard that she screamed out in pain.
“Fuck yeah! That’s it! Come here!” Nuke growled.
She leaned forward, trying not to touch his wound. Nuke was going to have none of that. He pulled her tight by the hair and crushed his mouth to hers. He moved his other hand to her right breast and squeezed it hard. She screamed against his mouth as he filled her with his cum.
Jasmine eased off of him. She immediately checked his bandage. It was fine. “I thought I hurt you!” she said as she kissed his chest.
“Shit, do I look like I hurt easy? I got shot and I can still fuck!” Nuke laughed. “I just got you pregnant by the way. I’m positive this time.”
“You have no way of knowing that.” She ran her fingers through his short blonde hair.
“Yeah, I do. Everything is coming together as it should. Was I wrong about something coming between us?”
“No, baby, you weren’t.” Jasmine lay on her side, facing him.
“Then trust me, I’m right about this. You’re knocked-up.”
She smiled. “Alright then, what are we having, a boy or a girl?”
Nuke touched her stomach and closed his eyes.
“You’re so goofy!” she giggled.
“Shhh, I’m concentrating.” He took a deep breath, then opened his sensual blue eyes. “It’s a girl, God help me, it’s a girl.” He smiled. “She’s going to look just like you. What’s frightening is she will have me wrapped around her little finger…just like her mother!” He laughed.
“Will she be healthy and happy?” Jasmine asked.
“Yes, she will be healthy and happy. Slightly moody, but that’s to be expected with our DNA flowing through her veins. She’s going to be smart, too, a real bookworm and very protective of her little brother.”
“So you’re seeing way into the future, huh?” Jasmine smiled.
“Yep, they’ll be not quite two years apart.”
“You got names for them already?”
Nuke touched her stomach again. “She says her name is Riley.”
“What about our son, what’s his name?”
Nuke caressed Jasmine’s stomach again. “Riley says that he has to tell you. So we need to be patient” he chuckled.
“Now close your eyes and go to sleep,” Jasmine said. “You need your rest.”
After a moment of silence, she said, “You know what? I believe you. You got a lot going on behind those blue eyes of yours.”
“Are you going to be alright, Jasmine?” He stroked her arm.
Jasmine touched the side of his face. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’ll be fine.”
“Be honest, baby. You saw someone die right before your eyes. You saw me kill someone. You were tied up and tortured. That’s a lot to deal with, and you shot someone.”
Jasmine didn’t say anything for a moment. “I just shot him in the knees.” She tried to smile. “To be completely honest, I’m kind of scared to close my eyes. I think I’ll see his body. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sleep again.”
Nuke breathed a sigh of relief. “Good, you’re not a sociopath like me,” he joked. “I can’t really send you somewhere to talk with someone but I’ll do what I can to help you through this. Maybe you should write about it in a fictional way. Do your own MC romance novel. It might help.”
“If I wrote about our life, no one would believe me. Plus, if I made a character based on Pipe, I’m pretty sure some of my readers would be offended.”
Nuke laughed. “Yeah, but they’d love us together, and I’m sexy as hell!”
Jasmine shook her head. “I love you!”
“I love you, too!” Nuke replied with a smile as he closed his eyes. Maybe he would try and sleep after all.
Chapter Twenty
Hit ‘em up
Road Kill heard the jingling of the guard’s keys. It had to be Officer Young. It annoyed the hell out of him how he carried his keys so low that they banged his upper thigh. Who gives a damn if he’s trying to make his presence known? It didn’t mean shit to him.
He stashed his porn magazine underneath his pillow. When he was in segregation, the guards took all of his magazines away. He sat up on the side of the bunk, thinking he could wait until the coast was clear.
Damn guard thought he was the shit just because he used to play for the Indianapolis Colts. That didn’t mean a thing. He was working a crap job where he had no control whatsoever. The inmates ran shit here, not the correctional officers.
Officer Young stopped at his cell door. He stood there for a good minute before he spoke. “What are you doing inmate,” he called out. His deep voice boomed off of the walls.
Road Kill glared at him. “I’m about to yank my dick. You want to suck it for me?”
Officer Young walked into the cell.
Road Kill smirked. “I didn’t think you’d take me up on the offer,” he chuckled.
The guard stopped short of invading his space. He looked cautiously back over his shoulder. When he was satisfied that there was no one watching, he focused his attention back on Road Kill.
“You got enemies, white boy!”
“No shit,” Road Kill said smugly.
“The Aryans don’t even want your ass. That must be scary for you. Who’s going to watch your back?”
“I don’t need anyone to watch my back!” Road Kill fired back.
Officer Young laughed. “Confident, that much I have to say for you. Confident or delusional.”
Road Kill just stared at him. “You got something else you want to say to me?”
Officer Young leaned up against the wall. “Even though you failed to be taken seriously by the Aryans, I’m sure you’re resting well now that your arch rival is out of the picture.”
Road Kill rolled his eyes and nodded. “I’m not afraid of the Hells Vipers or any of their members. That psycho doesn’t fight with honor, but it’s to be expected since he’s a fucking race traitor.”
Officer Young laughed again.
“I know it must bother you. A black man, knowing that one of your women is laying down with a white man?”
“To each his own. People can do whatever they want. Who am I to judge,” Officer Young said as he glanced back over his shoulder.
Road Kill shook his head. “I don’t believe that. People are just too afraid to say what bothers them anymore. Everyone is trying to be politically correct. I’m proud of my race. There’s nothing wrong with that. Nothing wrong with wanting to keep my bloodline pure.”
“Do you know who Charles Drew was?”
“What? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Charles Drew was an African-American surgeon who pioneered methods of storing blood
plasma for transfusion and organized the first large-scale blood bank in the U.S. So that means every time you’ve been shot, stabbed and need a blood transfusion, you can thank a black man for making sure you got that blood.”
Road Kill just glared at him, then twisted up his face. “That’s bullshit!”
Officer Young said, “It’s a shame you spent your whole life learning the wrong things.”
“I learned what I needed to learn. Now, is there a reason for this little chat, or you just being lazy?”
Officer Young turned to walk away, then stopped as his eyes focused on something that caught his attention out on the tier. “A friend of mine and an enemy of yours has a message for you.”
“They can bring it if they want to. I won’t be the one leaving in a body bag.”
Officer Young motioned for the three African-American men waiting outside the cell. They walked in, blocking Road Kill’s exit. Road Kill stood up and readied himself for the fight of his life.
Officer Young stepped back into the cell. “By the way, Nuke says, ‘Fuck you!’”
Motorcycle Club Lingo
One percent, one percenter or 1%: Refers to an outlaw motorcycle club or rider. The term is thought to stem from a reference made several decades ago by the American Motorcycle Association, though the organization denies the claim that it ever said 99 percent of all riders are law-abiding citizens. The 1% is often worn as a diamond-shaped tattoo or patch.
Road name: The nickname a biker goes by in the motorcycle club.
Church: Scheduled club meeting by the officers of the club.
Cut: Often refers to the vest that a member of a motorcycle club wears. The back patch has been ‘cut’ into a traditional three-piece patch (top rocker, bottom rocker and center patch.)
Nomad: A club member who does not belong to a charter, yet has privileges in all charters.
Old Lady or Ol’lady: A significant other of a club member, either a wife or girlfriend.
Prospect: A hopeful for club membership. He rides with the club during a probationary period. A prospect must have a unanimous vote to become a full patch member.
Hang around: A person who ‘hangs around’ a motorcycle club but who is not or member and has not obtained Prospect status. Being a hang around does not guarantee that a rider will become a Prospect in a club.
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