Black Heart And Red Redemption (Iron Dogz MC)

by René Van Dalen

  It took a while but once it was done he had to admit he looked better. Running his hand over his jaw he stroked over his now short beard then stroked a finger over his much narrower moustache and the soul patch he had created below his bottom lip. Tilting his head he stared at himself in the mirror then grinned. His woman was going to like the shit he had just done the minute he got his face between her legs. Dropping his hand Beast pushed against his semi-hard cock and breathed deep, getting his cock under control. He cleaned up the mess he had made before he left the bathroom.

  With a towel wrapped around his waist he walked into the dressing room and quickly dressed. He needed to talk to Penny and Tori about finding a nanny for their girls and a housekeeper. He didn’t want the two women to have to put their lives on hold to take care of their huge fucking home.

  Picking up his phone he groaned. There was a text from Hawk summoning him to a meet in his office at nine. Glancing at the time he knew he didn’t have time to talk to the women right now, he would have to talk to them later.

  There was so much the four of them had to discuss regarding their home. But it would have to wait for later, right now he had to kiss his girls and get to the clubhouse.

  Smiling at the thought he went in search of the three females who ruled his life.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  Beast

  Startled laughter greeted his entrance into Hawk’s office.

  “What the fuck, brother? Your woman take a set of clippers to your beard during the night?” Hawk teased.

  “Fuck off you bastards. I did it. And yes my woman asked me to tidy up my beard, so I did.” Beast shrugged. Tori loved it so what these fuckers had to say didn’t matter.

  “Brother, you not only tidied it up, you fucking decimated that fucker.” Ice laughed.

  “Jesus. Can we stop discussing my fucking beard and get to the important shit?” Beast grumbled.

  Immediately the mood in the office changed and Hawk indicated that he should go ahead.

  Looking around the men gathered in Hawk’s office Beast explained his plan to get to Kobus Pretorius and his stupid wife.

  “Those two are all about social media. Fuck, if they have a shit they fucking post about it.” He just didn’t understand that shit and judging by the laughter and heads shaking neither did his brothers. “They post every single time they go to gym, so when they pull into the parking garage at the gym we’ll be waiting. We pull them into the van, lay it out in language they’ll fucking understand, shove them out and drive off. Should be easy.”

  “What if they protest a bit too much at being snatched up?” Spider asked with a wicked twinkle in his eyes.

  “They won’t. He’s a fucking pussy.”

  “He played for the Blue Bulls, brother, can’t be that much of a pussy.”

  “I heard he was more interested in playing to the audience than doing his job, that’s why he was cut.” Sin threw in to the discussion.

  “It’s his female fans that are keeping him and his bitch in the limelight.” Ziggy added. “Nothing he posts has anything to do with rugby. It’s all about him and his bitch.”

  “Are we all on board with Beast’s plan?” Hawk interrupted the discussion that was going nowhere.

  There were nods all around.

  “Good. When are you planning on snatching them?”

  “Ziggy and I are putting their schedule together and as soon as we have scouted the location we’ll go ahead. I don’t foresee it taking more than a couple of hours and it should be done by Friday.”

  “I don’t want this shit dragging on. Brandi is not going to last under the pressure and the bitch might just do something stupid.” Hawk echoed Beast’s concern.

  “Not going to take long, Boss.” Ziggy tapped on his laptop. “According to their social media they are at the gym every Wednesday morning at eleven. It’s almost perfect. The parking garage should be virtually deserted and we’ll block the cameras until we’re done with them.”

  “Then we go on Wednesday.” Beast nodded. “I don’t want to drag this shit out either. We’ve got more important shit we need to concentrate on. We might as well grab Laney while we’re busy grabbing fucking assholes off the street. She needs a come-to-Jesus talk.”

  Beast shook his head and frowned when they all laughed. He hadn’t meant to be funny. Laney Wills fucking around with the club wasn’t a laughing matter at all. There was something behind it, and he had a feeling it wasn’t anything good. If he was right this shit would lead straight back to Jane fucking Warne.

  “How do you want to do it?” Sin asked quietly.

  “We tell Brandi to set up a meet. Let them have a few drinks, get her all relaxed then grab her.” Beast shrugged.

  “I have a better idea.” Kid suddenly spoke up after being silent the entire time. “Roofie the bitch then Brandi walks her out. No one will give it another thought. Just another bitch who has had one drink too many.”

  Silence hung in the office as they all looked at Kid who shrugged. “What? It’s not like she hasn’t done that shit to others now is it?”

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” Hawk snarled angrily.

  Kid was suddenly seething with anger. “What the fuck do you think happened with Dizzy, Hawk? You think that girl he was conned into raping just played along? No. Your fucking ex whore drugged her then had our brother rape that poor girl. And what did we do? What the fuck did we do? Did we fucking end the whore like we should have? No, we fucking gave her a pass. That’s on all of us. No more fucking passes. I will personally make her disappear once this shit is done. I’ve had enough of whores fucking up our lives and the lives of our brothers. This shit with whores running around like they are important to the club has to fucking end.” He glanced at Beast before he continued. “Have any of you given a thought to the shit we’ve been through recently? Shit that whores were involved with every single fucking time. First there was Jane, then Laney and Lizzy and now even fucking Chris. Since when do we allow whores to have the power to fuck with our families? I’m not taking it anymore. My job is to protect my president and my club. I will be doing my fucking job from now on. They step out of line and they will be gone, permanently. No fucking discussions, no more fucking votes.”

  Beast took the opportunity and ran with it. “Our brother is right. We’ve become soft on the whores. They strut around here knowing there are no real repercussions if they pull shit or go up against one of the old ladies. We need to go back to the old ways. They come in to party and then leave. Fuck and chuck, that’s what Bounty called it.”

  “That’s fucking harsh, Beast.” Jagger said softly. “We all know you’re still pissed about the shit with Chris, but...”

  Beast didn’t give him a chance to finish. “Chris is not the problem. She went to my old lady and apologised and they have sorted shit between the two of them. That is not what I’m talking about. We have bitches walking through the door and because a brother likes her fucking pussy she stays. Ziggy is trying his best to keep up but he can’t fucking do everything. At the family dinner I saw four fucking bitches out there I have never seen before. As enforcer it’s my job to question and I did. Ziggy is still busy on their background checks.” Beast looked at Hawk. “We need the Crow in on this, and not tomorrow or the fucking next day, we need it today. Boss, I know you don’t want to hear this but we have leaks, you know we do, and we need to fucking plug them. We need the Crow.”

  “You have no fucking idea what you’re asking me to do.” Hawk bit out.

  “I do know, Boss. You know I do. We need information and there’s no one better than Crow when it comes to collecting information.” Beast said softly.

  Hawk sighed and rubbed a hand over his beard, a move that told Beast he was thinking about his options.

  “I’ll talk to my old lady. But I’m not fucking happy about this shit. Not at all. If she goes out there I want a team on her at all times.” Hawk looked at Beast his nostrils flaring with anger. “An
d you fucking work this with Skelly and his crew as well. Am I understood?”

  Beast nodded. “Ja, Boss. You have my word we’ll not let her out of our sight.”

  “Fuck!” Hawk threw his head back against his chair then looked at Beast again. “What are the arrangements for your old lady’s visit to the specialist?”

  “We’re sticking with the arrangements Kid and I made, Boss. We’ll both be with her along with a crew we’ll choose shortly before we leave.” Beast knew that was going to piss his boss off even more, and he wasn’t wrong.

  “What the fuck are you saying? Are we now not trusting our brothers? What the fuck, Beast?”

  “That’s not it, Boss. I trust my brothers implicitly but I don’t trust the whores and until Ziggy clears them I won’t be taking chances with any of the lives under my care.” Beast explained quietly.

  “Jesus. We need to get this fucking shit sorted and fucking soon. Ziggy, brother, you need an assistant. Look into it. No, fuck, wait, you’re already too fucking busy. Spider, find our brother an assistant and find him fucking fast. Ziggy will have final say though.”

  Spider nodded and from his expression Beast knew he was running through possible candidates.

  “Are we done?” Hawk was now in a vile mood and the sooner they got out of his office the better.

  Nods all around. Hawk waved a hand towards the door and they all stood.

  “I’ll get back to you on the Crow situation later. Get out of here.”

  Beast left with the others but Ice stayed behind. Their brother would calm his cousin down and get him to see that none of them wanted to use his old lady but they had no other options. Their backs were against the wall and they had to use every single fucking asset and weapon they had in their arsenal.

  The Crow was a fucking weapon and she was theirs.

  Striding through the common room Beast called Wolf and Scar and collected two of the prospects as he strode out the clubhouse and to his workshop. He had to put the fucking gazebo together then cover it up. Ice wanted it to be a surprise for his old lady. Beast wondered if he should maybe have gone with a smaller design and not the big hexagon shaped one. But then he shook his head, no, this was perfect and they would get use out of it after the wedding.

  Wolf and Scar joined him in his workshop and with their help and those of the two prospects they had the pieces laid out on the lawn next to the concrete slab to which the gazebo would be anchored. With the five of them working together they had it up and bolted together then stood back to look it over.

  “That’s fucking beautiful, brother.” Scar shook his head. “Bitches are going to go fucking crazy over this thing. It’s all girly and shit. But how are the brothers going to feel about you putting up a girly thing in their back yard?”

  “Don’t give a shit how they feel. This is for Ice and River, they will be getting married underneath it.” Beast tilted his head as he walked around the structure and checked it from every side then motioned the prospects over. “Let’s get it covered, boys. We don’t want any eyes on it before Ice is ready to reveal the damn thing.”

  The boards went up very quickly because Beast had planned for them in his design. They were bolted to the actual gazebo and a tarp was thrown over the top then fastened down. If anyone tried to sneak a look they would have a fucking job getting this shit removed.

  “Prospects, clean up here and put my tools away. Wolf, Scar, you’re with me.”

  One job done, another waiting to be taken care of. Leading them to the front of the clubhouse and their bikes Beast stopped and looked over the parked bikes, then at Scar’s bike right at the end. That was not going to fly.

  “I want to see your ride next to Wolf’s from today onwards. The two of you are my lieutenants and you’ve earned your places in the line.”

  “Yes, Boss.” Both answered immediately.

  “We’re riding to Iron Kisses. We have a job to do with one of the bitches there.”

  Wolf immediately frowned. “We sorting the shit with Brandi today?”

  “Ja, I got the okay from Hawk this morning. Follow me.” Leading the two men towards the trees where they would not be overheard he laid the plan out for them. Beast watched Scar carefully but he didn’t even blink, he was good with the plan.

  “Are we taking any brothers with us, Boss?” Scar looked back at the clubhouse and Beast turned. They were being watched by Dizzy and Rider.

  “Ja, there’s safety in numbers and it will look like we’re out to have some fun.”

  Beast quickly texted Dizzy, Rider, Buzz and Ratel. Riding to Iron Kisses. You’re back up.

  Soon after they were heading out the gates and down the road to the highway. Iron Kisses was their more upmarket club and was in situated on the border between Rivonia and Fourways. They rode strictly according to the speed limit and kept an eye out for a tail. They had two. They spotted them as soon as they joined the highway and Beast directed his brothers to stay in formation. Spotting two JMPD officers cruising down the highway they greeted the officers as they passed. The officers fell in behind them, keeping pace and Beast smiled. Fucking perfect.

  The officers continued on as they left the highway and their tails increased their speed to catch up to them again.

  Shortly afterward they pulled into the parking lot at Iron Kisses and headed around the back to the employees parking lot. Wolf was already calling the security at the club to be on the lookout for the cars following them.

  “Dizz, I want you and Rider near the front door. Keep your eyes peeled and let us know if the fuckers come into the club. Buzz and Ratel you have the rest of the club. Park your asses in a back booth with a view to the front doors and stay sharp. Wolf, you and Scar are with me. Let’s go.”

  Beast lead the way to the back door, keyed in his code and opened the door. They filed down to the passage to the office where Beast relieved Jaycee, their manager, of her chair and asked her to call in Brandi. Dizz and the others continued on into the club and took up position as discussed. Beast could see them on the monitors against the wall and was glad to see that their security was in place and not lax at all. He was still watching the screens when Brandi sashayed into the office. Her smile was wide and flirty and her hips swayed seductively as she walked to towards the desk in her tiny little shorts and bikini top. Beast gave her a disinterested scan from top to bottom before pointing at the chair. Why the fuck was she still trying her luck with him? She sat, her smile disappearing.

  “You are going to call Laney and arrange a night out. You are stressed and fed up with the shit at the clubhouse and here at the club. You need to have a drink with a friend who understands. You will slip her a roofie and get her out of where ever you go drinking. We’ll take over from there. Video footage will show you putting her drunken ass in her car. You will drive to a destination we will give you. We will take over from there. You will carry on as normal. Do you understand?”

  She drew in a deep breath which had her fake tits almost escaping the confines of her top and Beast saw her watching him to see if he had a reaction. What. The. Fuck. Stupid bitch.

  “I understand and thank you Beast. Thank you for doing this for me.”

  “Not doing it for you, bitch. Doing it for my club, the club you fucked with. Don’t forget that. You do and you might just find yourself with more problems than solutions. Do you understand?”

  Her fucking head nodded wildly.

  “You let us know when you’ve set up the meet. Wolf, give her your number. You call him the minute it’s done then lose the number. Know that Ziggy will be checking that you are following orders. That number is a onetime only deal.”

  She nodded again. “I understand. I’ll lose his number.” She swallowed and then asked the question he knew she had wanted to ask since the minute she sat down. “What about my son? Will he be safe?”

  “Don’t worry about him. He’ll be safe. The club has it in hand.”

  “Okay. Thank you, Beast. Anything you want, an
ything you need, and anytime you need it I’ll do it. You are saving my little boy and I’ll never forget what you and the club are doing for me and my family. Thank you.”

  Beast nodded and lifted his chin indicating that they were done. The bitch scurried out the office, no longer throwing out sex vibes.

  Getting up Beast headed to the door. “Let’s go out there and have a beer at the bar. Watch some tits and ass then get out of here.”

  Scar laughed. “Your old lady is going to kill you when she hears about this.”

  Beast gave him a small grin. “No, brother, my old lady will be pissed that I didn’t bring her along. She considers stripping an art form.”

  They laughed and drank their beers before heading back to the compound. With their tails tagging along all the way back.

  At the clubhouse they split up and Beast went down to Hawk’s office to report in.

  “We’ve got the trap ready to draw her in, Prez. Brandi will call in with the time and place.”

  His president looked distracted and Beast waited.

  “For years Aunt Beryl has been warning me to get rid of the bitches. That they are going to be the cause of either a rift in the club or even worse. She warned me that they were going to be the downfall of my presidency. She was fucking right all along. I should have listened to her.”

  Beast didn’t know what to say so he kept quiet.

  “Those whores almost cost me my old lady and if I don’t take care of business they are going to cost me my club. I should have insisted on Laney and Lizzy being taken care of, permanently. And you haven’t heard the best part yet. Snake called to tell me he has claimed Lizzy as his old lady, which now makes her fucking untouchable.”

  “Fuck. That’s fucked up, Prez.” He said it because it was, totally fucked up.

  “Ja, it is. And now we have one of our rivals claiming an old lady, who used to be one of my whores, who has knowledge about the inner workings of our club. It’s totally fucking fucked up. And it’s my behaviour that caused that fuck up. I fucked up my club.” Hawk tiredly ran his hands over his head then dropped them on the desk in front of him.