Blade: Soulless Bastards MC Daytona Chapter (SBMC Daytona Chapter Book 1)

by Erin Trejo

  “I got your half breed right here, Gringo,” Neo fires back grabbing his dick in his hand.

  “Keep your taquito in your pants, brother. I don’t wanna embarrass you,” Rebel responds. The next thing I know, Neo has his pants around his ankles, shaking his cock at Rebel. Rebel moves to lower his pants next, getting into a sort of pissing match with each other.

  “If you two girls are about done, we can wrap up for the day,” I inform them. Rebel leaves his pants on and I can’t thank fuck enough for that. I’ve seen more cock from these two in my lifetime than I probably have pussy. Neo drags his pants back up his legs and buttons them before looking over at me.

  “You headed home tonight?”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I sigh. “Haven’t decided yet. Probably. Can’t sleep at the clubhouse worth a damn most nights. Too much noise. Besides, I need to go check on Diablo.” Diablo is my dog that I’ve had for years.

  It’s true. Our clubhouse isn’t out on the middle of nowhere like some are. We’re right in the heart of Daytona, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Other clubs know their places and where the fuck we run. They stay out of our way we stay out theirs. It works for us.

  “Bring him to the club. The bitches love him,” Rebel says as he cleans up the beer bottles tossing them into a bag.

  “Yeah, might do that,” I say.

  We finish cleaning up when we hear tires squealing out front. Neo and I share a glance but Rebel already has his gun drawn and heading toward the front door.

  “Just can’t wait can, you fucker?” I hiss as we follow along behind him. Rebel steps out and glances around when his head falls to the side.

  “What the fuck?” I step up next to him and look down at what he’s looking at. A girl lies there in the grass, blood and bruises littering her exposed skin.

  “What the hell is that?” Neo asks, pointing to her with his gun.

  “Well, sometimes when a boy meets a girl and they fuck, they have kids, dumbass. That is a person in case you didn’t notice,” Rebel smarts off.

  “Fuck off, Rebel. I’ll kick your ass all over this yard and you know it.”

  While those two bitches argue, I kneel down in front of the girl and check for a pulse. When I feel it, I sigh in relief. “She ain’t dead,” I grumble, shoving myself back up to stand.

  “That’s good, right?” Rebel asks. I turn my head and glare at the son of a bitch for a long second.

  “You really are some kind of fucked up, yeah?”

  “What the hell are we gonna do with that?” Rebel asks, pointing at the girl. I shake my head and turn to Neo.

  “Call Ransom. Tell him to get Snake over here with a cage. We don’t need anyone callin’ this shit in.” Neo nods his head and slides his phone of out his pocket.

  “You takin’ her with?”

  “No, fuckwad, I’m leavin’ here at the house we are responsible for so the cops can come find her. Yeah, I’m fuckin’ takin’ her!” I can’t help but snap at Rebel. Fucker just raises his hands and walks out toward the street. Thankfully no one has come out to see what the noise was.

  “Snake’s on the way. What are we gonna do with her?” Neo asks. We both stand over her, watching her like she might jump the fuck up.

  “Fuck if I know. Can’t leave her here, though, and with that drop we don’t need the cops sniffin’ around.”

  “Some kind of sports car,” Rebel calls out as he looks at the burn marks in the road. He wandered out there mumbling to himself about looking for clues like he’s fucking Sherlock Holmes.

  I run my hand over my face and lean down to check the girl once more. Her face is a mangled mess. Whoever did this to her really wanted her to be fucked over. They did a nice job at that.

  “I could take her home but I’d end up fuckin’ her,” Rebel announces when he walks back over to stand between the two of us. He gazes down at the girl with wide eyes as if really taking her in for the first time. I jab my elbow into his ribs, his eyes jerking to meet mine.

  “What?”

  “You are a sick fucker. Stay the fuck away from that girl. We’ll get her to the clubhouse, and after I run home to get Diablo, I’ll deal with her.”

  “Oh, Prez is into some kinky type shit, yeah?” Rebel keeps pushing me and I’m going to have to kick his ass.

  “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

  “Not when it’s about pussy, I don’t. I love it.” Neo and I share a glance before I pull a cigarette out and light it up.

  “Think we should move her inside?”

  Neo asks. I glance around the neighborhood quickly before I nod.

  “Yeah, get her inside in case any nosey fucks are lookin’ out the windows. That’s all we fuckin’ need,” I say before blowing the smoke from my lips. Neo moves to lift her when we hear her moans. It’s like a knife to the chest hearing her moan in pain from whatever happened to her. I may be a prick but I don’t put my hands on a woman, not in that way. To me, that’s being a fucking coward. You can have the balls to hit a female but not a man. Those kinds of people are the ones I take joy in killing. Neo walks past me, the girls long brown hair hanging over his arm, matted with her own blood and my chest tightens.

  “Fuck, brother. That’s not a good sign, all that blood.”

  “Thanks for the goddamn observation asshole.” Flicking my cigarette to the ground, I snuff it out with the toe of my boot before heading inside to see what the fuck I’ve gotten myself into now.

  Chapter 4

  Lola

  I shift my body as my muscles scream in pain as I slowly return to consciousness. My face throbs, and as I bring my hand up to touch it, something stops me. I pry my eyes open and look down at my right arm to see an IV stick in my hand.

  “Oh, like hell!” I snap reaching for it. I jerk it free, not caring about the pain that races through me as the needle pulls from my skin. Shoving myself up, I notice that I’m not in a hospital. Raising my eyebrows, I glance around the room, taking in dark red walls with a half-naked devil girl painted on the far side. The room is fairly clean aside from some clothing on the floor in a pile and a few beer bottles sitting around. Where the hell am I? When I move to pull the blanket off myself, I see the comforter is the same dark color with the devil chick on it.

  “Oh, God. I’m in hell,” I say out loud. A low chuckle comes from the corner of the room, my eyes jerking in that direction.

  “Pit of Hell.”

  “What?”

  “The clubhouse, it’s called the Pit of Hell,” the guy says shoving out of his chair.

  “And who are you? The gatekeeper?” I ask in a pissy tone. I don’t know who the hell he is or where I am, but I have no desire to find out.

  “Nah. I’m just Rebel. Prez will be back soon. I was told to watch you until then.” He crosses his arms over his chest, his stance firm. Fuck him! I don’t have to stay here. I’m a grown woman. I shove off the bed but as soon as I stand the room spins and I’m falling on my ass on the floor. Rebel doesn’t move to help, just stands there and watches in amusement.

  “Should have left that fucker in your hand and stayed in bed. Had pain meds ready to run when you woke up,” he says, nodding toward the IV stand.

  “Who the hell are you? I don’t know what kind of shit you were pumping me full of!” I scream as I try to pull myself to my feet.

  Rebel lets out a huff and stomps toward me, dragging me off the floor and dropping me not so nicely back onto the bed. He moves to the other side messing with IV wires before grabbing a pair of gloves from the box next to the bed.

  “Took me three tries to get that vein. You know you’re dehydrated? Fuckin’ women and their diet fads. Don’t drink this, don’t eat that. You’re a little undernourished too, just so you know,” he grumbles as he slides his large hands into the gloves and turns toward me. He motions to my hand, and when I don’t move, he leans over the bed.

  “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Frankly, I’m a kinky bastard so the hard way would be
perfect for me. Gimme your damn hand,” he hisses.

  “What are you trying to do to me?” I ask keeping my hands tucked in my lap.

  “I’m tryin’ to give you some fluids and some medicine but you’re bein’ a bitch about my handiwork!” Just as I’m about to reply, the door opens and a huge dog walks in followed by a huge man.

  “I’m tired as fuck. I need a shower and whatever you two are fightin’ over needs to stop. Give the man your goddamn hand before I really get pissed,” the man snaps, holding the leash tightly in his hand. For whatever stupid reason I don’t think pushing my luck with him is the best idea. I shove my hand toward Rebel and watch the dog with wide eyes.

  “He only bites if I command him to,” the man says. I don’t take my eyes off that dog though. He’s massive. I feel the prick in my hand and turn my head back to Rebel as he hooks the IV back up.

  “Pull this one out and I’ll fuck you up,” he warns before hanging another bag from the stand.

  “Need anything else, Prez?” he askslooking toward the man.

  “No. Get some rest and thanks for watchin’ her.”

  Rebel nods his head at him and throws me a smile and a wink before walking from the room closing the door behind him.

  “I’m takin’ a shower. Don’t do anything stupid.” I watch as he unhooks the leash from the dog and lays it on the dresser.

  “Down, Diablo.” The dog drops to the floor, resting his head on his paws as the man walks into the bathroom, closing the door.

  This is just great. What the hell did Ryan do to me? I glance at the IV in my hand then back to the dog. He doesn’t seem to be going anywhere so I lay back down as the dizziness becomes too much. I close my eyes, wishing I could just fall asleep and hide from all this when I feel a big wet nose on my arm. I open my eyes to see the big black Pitbull resting his head on the edge of the bed. I don’t know if I should scream and run or pet the beast. He stares at me with dark eyes that could be evil if they wanted to be.

  “Hey, buddy.” I slowly move my hand toward his head hoping like hell he doesn’t try to bite my arm off. I inch closer until my hand rests on his head. Just as I’m about to pet him, he jolts and leaps onto the bed with me. A slight scream rips from my throat but when he settles, he lays down next to me, cuddling up to me. I reach over and scratch his head.

  “You aren’t so bad, are you?” I ask him like he can reply. He can’t obviously but I think he can understand me. I scratch behind his ears and little soft grunts escape me as his eyes slowly close, making me giggle. We lay like this for a little while until I hear the shower turn off. The bathroom door opens but I don’t bother to look over and see the dick that came out. I choose to focus on Diablo instead.

  “What the fuck?” the man growls. He walks around the bed and stares down at me and his dog.

  “What are you doin’?” he asks.

  “Laying here like I was told, Boss,” I say sarcastically.

  “Not you! Him! Diablo!” The dog slowly drags his head around to look at his owner but makes no attempt to move.

  “You broke my fuckin’ dog. In less than ten fuckin’ minutes, you broke him,” he snaps, his eyes coming to meet mine.

  “I didn’t do anything! He came over here. What the hell was I supposed to do? Tell him no?”

  “Yeah, tell him no!”

  “He’s at least a hundred pounds and has huge teeth. I’m not telling him no.”

  “He’s a hundred thirty pounds, and yeah you should,” he snaps again. His eyes move over Diablo, his hands landing on his hips as he shakes his head. He reaches forward and grabs the dogs collar, giving it a hard yank.

  “Down!” The dog jumps off the bed and walks around to my side, lying on the floor. The next thing I know the man is climbing in the bed where the dog was.

  “What the hell are you doing?” I ask, nearly scramblingoff the bed in a panic.

  “Goin’ to sleep. I’m dead tired, sweetheart. I’m Blade by the way.”

  I’m Blade by the way? What the hell?

  “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know we were introducing ourselves. I’m Lola, I’m twenty-two and a Capricorn.”

  “That explains the attitude. Go to sleep, Lola the Capricorn.”

  “I don’t know you! I’m not sleeping with you,” I snap at him. He sighs and rolls his head to look at me.

  “I’m the President of this chapter of Soulless Bastards MC. Someone dumped your ass on one of my jobs. Now you are here, receivin’ medical care and goin’ to fuckin’ sleep because I have to be up early as fuck tomorrow. Can you fuckin’ do that, please?” His roar rips through the room and even the dog stands to see what the problem is. I scoot to the far edge of the bed as whatever medicine Rebel put into the IV begins to work. My eyes become fuzzy and my limbs heavy. I let my hand dangle slightly off the bed and the dog nudges it with his nose.

  “Sleep, Lola. No one will hurt you here,” Blade says softly or at least it sounds softer than it was. I close my eyes and slowly drift to sleep.

  Chapter 5

  Blade

  “Why the hell your dog always lookin’ at me like I’m a piece of steak?” Rebel asks, walking cautiously past D. I chuckle and walk to the bar grabbing a beer.

  “Cause you look like a big ass piece of meat. You get that floorin’ in?” I ask.

  Rebel nods, taking a drink of his own beer. “Yeah. It’ll look good in that kitchen, matches the backsplash. I don’t think the fucker will have a problem with it,” Rebel states.

  “Good. I gotta go look at that job in Coconut Grove next week,” I tell him when I hear screaming.

  “Get your fucking filthy hands off me!”

  We all turn to look when we see Neo heading our way with his hands up in defeat. I spin around on my stool so I can get a better view.

  “Well look at that shit,” Ransom mumbles coming up next to me. “Think we should help him?”

  “Fuck no! Let him get himself outta this,” I laugh. Lola has a knife in her hand pointing it right at Neo’s chest. Any other woman and I’d probably get up and help, but this girl has been hell on earth since the day we brought her in here a week ago. Rebel’s done a good job keeping her in check with the pain medicine, but now that she’s healing, she’s on fire.

  “If you ever put your hand anywhere near me again, I will cut that fucker off! How are you going to ride with a nub? Huh?” she screams at him, walking him backwards with the knife held out at him. The guys all chuckle but my eyes stay locked on hers. She’s completely pissed.

  “I didn’t fuckin’ do shit! I was tryin’ to help!” Neo keeps stepping back until Lola has him against the wall. It’s an amusing sight. I shove off my stool and head toward the two of them with my beer still in hand. When I step up next to them, I take a drink and look between them.

  “What the hell are you two love birds goin’ on about?”

  Neo chuckles but quickly shuts up when the knife inches closer.

  “I was in there trying to get dressed when this pig walked in on me. I slipped and fell on the bed when he scared the shit out of me,” Lola says, never lowering the knife.

  “And that was a problem why?”

  “Oh it wasn’t until he thought he would help me up and his hand just happened to skim my tit!”

  The chuckle that escapes me wasn’t intentional but it came out anyway. As serious as her face is, I can’t stop. With the bottle dangling between my fingers I point at her, “You need to put that shit down, darlin’. You are a guest here and swingin’ blades around is my gig not yours.” Lola turns her head slowly, her eyes locking with mine.

  “Then you need to tell this pig to keep his hands off me. Why was he in your room anyway? You gay? He your fudge packer?” She narrows her eyes and I almost lose control of myself. Anger erupts out of me before I toss the beer to the floor, the unmistakable sound of it shattering to a million pieces filling the room. I step in front of Neo, pressing the tip of the knife into my chest as I close in on her. She watches me si
lently following my every move.

  “Take a walk, Neo,” I tell him, never taking my eyes off her. Neo walks away when I reach quickly for her wrist. She never saw it coming. I twist it to the side until she drops the blade to the floor then spin her around, pulling her arm up and around her back.

  “Stop!” Lola screams as I pull her body back into mine. I can’t deny that I love feeling her pressed against me. My cock hardens a little but I suppose it could be from her spunk.

  “You don’t come into my clubhouse and pull a knife on my boys. We were doin’ you a common curtesy lettin’ you stay here. I suggest you watch that fuckin’ ass of yours,” I whisper in her ear. Her breathing is harsh, and before I can think about anything else, I release her and give her a little shove away.

  “I never asked you for help, just so we’re clear.” When she spins around to face me, I can see the anger in her eyes. There’s also a story in them that I shouldn’t give a shit about but somehow I find myself intrigued.

  “Let’s do this again. You were dumped on my job. I didn’t have much choice. You feelin’ better? There’s the fuckin’ door, sweetheart. If not, I’d suggest watchin’ your ass. I don’t let just anyone stay here, you should think that over.” I turn and head toward the door, needing to get my ass to work but something nags at the back of my mind. I suppose she wouldn’t have known that none of us would hurt her here considering the way we found her. Beaten and bloody. I can’t believe someone would even do that. I’m not one for harming women and just by the look in her eyes, I decided to let her stay. I’m not sure what it is about her. Maybe it’s the fact that whoever did this is still out there and I didn’t want to be responsible for sending her back to be beaten again.

  “Hey, Ransom. Jersey around?” I ask when I’m nearly to the door.

  “Yeah, she’s out back.”

  Nodding my head, I turn and head in the other direction. I stalk through the clubhouse, taking it in as I go. This is my place. A place that I hold close to my heart and dear to my soul. Shoving through the back door, I step out into the hot sun. Our clubhouse may be in the heart of Daytona but our double lot allows for the back of our place to be fenced and barb wired.