Targeting Dart (Satan's Devils MC #4)

by Manda Mellett

  Tink gasps and shakes her head.

  “Get back to the compound. Now.”

  For a moment Heart looks like he’s going to continue to argue, but then throws both hands in the air before sauntering off. After a few seconds, we hear the roar of his bike.

  “What happened, Tinker? Tell us exactly how this, whatever this was, went down.”

  Philby picks up her robe and passes it to her. Then picks up her panties, but doesn’t know what to do with them, as they’re clearly torn and useless. She wraps the robe around her, then snatches them from his hands, twisting them between her fingers.

  “I came out for a quick smoke, I was due to go back on.” She looks at me, her makeup smeared over her face, tears running from her eyes. “I’ll take the next slot, Alex. I’ll do my bit.”

  “You’re going straight home.” Bullet says gently. “But first, explain what Heart did.”

  “I didn’t encourage him,” she says quickly.

  Bullet touches her arm. “We know that.”

  “I was lighting my cigarette, and he must have followed me out. Philby wasn’t here, I didn’t think nothing of it.”

  Philby looks down at his feet.

  “Heart grabbed me, put his hand over my mouth, and pushed me up against the wall. He started tearing my robe off, and then my pants.” She gulps. “He told me I was a whore, and that I should be grateful I’d got me a biker to fuck. I tried to kick him, to fight him off. I couldn’t scream ‘cause of his hand. So I bit him.” Her eyes flick around wildly as she relives it. “When I screamed he tore off my panties… And then, thank God, you turned up.”

  Bullet hugs her to him, then his angry eyes turn to me. “Get her sorted. Alex, give her what time she needs to recover. Make up her lost tips from the till. I’m straight back to see Drummer. He’ll probably want to talk to you too.”

  Chapter 33

  Dart

  San Diego has just about three times the population of Tucson. Whites only just outnumber Hispanics, and Blacks make up less than seven percent of the population. While not numerous, you’re still more likely to come across people of Niran’s heritage in this city than back at home.

  Unaware of the dynamic when I introduced Niran to the Cali chapter that afternoon, I knew I was taking a risk leading him down to meet my brothers. Back in Tucson there had been little debate and general agreement on widening membership to the club. But here, when the topic had been introduced, I’d been unable to pick up the prevailing vibe. Hoping my brothers weren’t going to let me down, preparing to speak with my fists if anyone started in with any racial slurs, it’s true to say I was more than a little apprehensive as Niran walked by my side down to the beach.

  White supremacists are known for regarding MCs as sharing their sympathies, but fuck me, I’ve got a black old lady, our bylaws have been changed, and I don’t want to be associated with men who regard colour of skin as any type of privilege.

  As it turned out, my worries were for nothing. I’d introduced Niran as an avid biker who’d served as a marine and who was looking for a new home. Within moments he was brought into the fold with barely the twitch of an eye. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I was pleased to see it was his qualities that mattered, not his heritage.

  Surprisingly, he seemed to be adopted by Scribe and Dusty, and when later that afternoon the later approached me and said he’d be prepared to sponsor him as a prospect, I felt elated. It seemed to be too easy, but Niran had been given the chance to become the first black member of our club, getting off to a flying start as he’d been put forward to step on that first rung of the ladder. I promised we’d discuss it at the next church, as we would anyone wanting to join, but from the reactions I’d seen around me, I didn’t think there’d be any objections.

  This is the brotherhood I wanted to be a part of, and the lure I’d held out in front of our new hangaround.

  “He’s gonna fit in well.” Lost salutes me with his beer bottle. “That the way you usually pick up new prospects, VP?”

  Laughing I shake my head. “First time. It was somethin’ about him, you know?”

  “This run’s been a fuckin’ success, Brother. Made everyone remember what the club stands for.” He points towards Scribe. “Now he had a quiet word with me. If Dusty hadn’t stepped up, he wanted to speak up for the new guy. Seemed they’ve got mutual friends from when they served, and he’d heard of some of the things he’d fuckin’ done. That man there saved lives, he’s a fuckin’ hero. Come back home, and given nothin’ at all.” He pauses for a moment. “Scribe told me he’d been thinkin’ of throwin’ in his patch, but today’s shown him the club is movin’ in a new direction. He’d have definitely left if Snake had brought drugs to the table, and told me none of the men we’ve got left would have supported that either. Seems a visible sign that we’re movin’ forwards, and not back, has had him rethinkin’ his own position.”

  “You know,” I tell him, “you’ve got good men in this club. We’ve just got to show them we’ve got their backs if we expect them to have ours.”

  “Truth, Brother. That right there’s the fuckin’ truth.”

  “Fifteen brothers, now potentially four prospects. Bit out of balance. Any of them ready for the patch?”

  Lost thinks about it for a moment. “Reckon we could bring Al to the table, maybe Lloyd too. We’ll discuss it when we discuss Niran.”

  A prospect to be patched in needs a unanimous vote to show everyone trusts them. Hopefully Al and Lloyd have proved they’ve got what it takes.

  As night falls and bonfires die, we trudge back to our bikes. Glancing behind, I see Niran riding along with the prospects. The party’s not over, just been moved to a different location, and he’s been invited to get a better insight into the life that we lead. I’m just happy to see he seems to be fitting right in.

  Over the next few days, my new project becomes a fixture at the club. Currently out of work, we give him a job in the auto shop where he proves how handy he is with a wrench. When I do my regular walk-through while checking up on all of our businesses, he looks up and I can see longing as his eyes fall on my cut. I can’t make any promises I might not be able to keep, but personally I think he’ll be a shoe-in when we’re next around the table. And it’s Friday, so that will happen tonight.

  But as it turns out, that’s a meeting I’m not destined to be part of.

  Re-entering the clubhouse, I’m pleased to notice the atmosphere seems to have lightened since Saturday’s run, Lost approaches and taps me on the shoulder.

  “My office. Now.”

  If I wasn’t VP, I’d be worried by the serious look on his face, but knowing I’ve done nothing wrong, my concern isn’t personal, but what’s heading for the club. “What’s up, Prez?” I ask, even before my ass has hit the seat.

  “Drum needs you back in Tucson. Emergency church. They need all members to take a vote.”

  “On?”

  Lost shakes his head. “No fuckin’ idea, VP. But it must be serious if he wants you back.”

  Wondering why Drummer hadn’t contacted me himself, I offer, “I’ll give him a call, see what’s up and whether I can proxy my vote.”

  “Not this time, Brother. He wants you there in person. That’s why he called me instead of you direct. It’s not something he wants to discuss over the phone.”

  Shit. A serious vote needing all members present?

  “He needs me today?”

  “Soon as you can, Brother.”

  At least tonight I’ll be holding Alex in my arms. My cock jumps in anticipation.

  “I’ll top off my bike and then leave. Oh, and I’ll stay on for a day or so in Tucson, if that’s okay with you, so you’ve got my proxy for gettin’ Niran on board as a prospect. And patchin’ in either of the other two or both. Far as I’ve seen, they’ll make good brothers.”

  “So noted, VP. And you bringing that woman of yours back?”

  Depending on what Drum needs me for, I can’t promise I’ll be
returning to San Diego at all. But there’s one simple answer that satisfies any alternative, “Ain’t gonna be separated from her again.”

  “You’ve always got a place here, Dart. I’d be happy to make the VP spot permanent.”

  For a second I’m stunned, only able to stammer out my thanks, knowing he’s given me something I’ll be thinking on, and feeling fucking thrilled he thinks so much of me. When I get up he comes around the desk and pulls me to him. After we’ve exchanged hugs he looks me in the eye. “You’ve had my back, Brother. Gotta thank you for that.”

  I leave San Diego with some regrets. In Tucson, I’d just been rank and file, here I had to step up and play an officer role, and an important one at that. Can’t say I’ve regretted it any at all, and realise I’d feel disappointment if that was taken away. Casting one last look at the city in my rearview mirror, given the chance, I know I’d like nothing better than to come back, and take that new step in my life as a full member of the San Diego chapter. And this time with Alex and Tyler at my side

  Six hours later I’m pulling into the familiar compound that for once doesn’t have quite the same feeling of coming home.

  “Hey, Dart! Good to fuckin’ see ya, Brother.” Beef comes over and slaps me hard on the back.

  “Well ain’t you the fuckin’ sight for sore eyes.” Rock’s not far away.

  As we exchange greetings, I can tell something serious is going on. They might be pleased to see me return, but there’s a shadow hanging over the club, an atmosphere you could almost cut.

  “Alex? She about?” I’m not particularly hopeful. From what she’s told me, early evening’s she’s usually working at the strip club.

  But I’m to be pleasantly surprised. “Yeah, she’s here. In the clubroom with Tyler.”

  Throwing a quick lift of my chin over my shoulder, I walk quickly through the clubhouse doors. And there she fucking is. Sitting at a table with Sam, Amy, and Tyler. And fuck me if it isn’t the boy who notices me first.

  “Dart!” He runs across and throws his arms around my legs, hugging me as though he doesn’t want to let me go. Now that’s a welcome, and one that puts a broad smile on my face.

  “Dart? Dart!” And then my surprised woman is coming across. She tries to get as close to me as she can without squashing the boy. Pulling her to my side, I lower my head, turn her face up to mine, and give her a long, drawn-out kiss such that it draws a round of protests from the room.

  “Get a room!”

  As Alex pulls away, those tell-tale cheeks a darkened purple, she bangs her fist against my arm. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

  “Only knew a few hours ago myself. Thought it wasn’t worth wasting time on a phone call when I could get here minutes earlier instead.” Yes, when I realised I’d been given the chance to see Alex again, it pushed everything else out of my head. This is the reason I’m glad to be here. Wherever Alex is, that’s my home.

  And tonight? Well, as I try to adjust myself discreetly, my cock is already anticipating where he’ll be.

  “Now we’re all fuckin’ here. Church.”

  As Drum’s voice thunders out, I give an apologetic smile and a kiss to my woman. And then tilt my head. There’s tears in her eyes. “Hey I won’t be long, doll. Then you and me got some catchin’ up to do.” I throw her a wink.

  But as she turns her head side to side and puts her hand on my face, something tells me her watering eyes aren’t because she’s losing me again. What does she know? And what the fucks going on?”

  “Dart!”

  The bellow makes me realise I’m the only one who hasn’t responded to Drum’s call. With one last lingering look trying to interpret the expression on her face, I leave her for now and go into church.

  The sombre atmosphere I’d picked up on outside is even more discernible here. Whatever I’ve been called back for is significant. And I’m apparently the last one to know.

  Without delay Prez bangs the gavel. “Let’s get this started.” But after his pronouncement, he wipes his hands down over his face. If I didn’t know better I’d say he’d aged in the time I’d been away.

  “We all, except for Dart, know what we’re fuckin’ here for. Dollar, you were there and have debriefed me. The rest of you know just by rumour. This is a sad day for the club, and we’re about to make a possibly far-reaching decision. For that reason, I’m gonna be callin’ some witnesses into church.”

  Suddenly I realise someone’s missing. I’d been told Heart was back, but his chair’s been left empty. Has it got something to do with him?

  “Paladin, can you show Philby in, please?”

  As our newest member vacates his chair and goes to do what he’s asked, I’m wondering why the hell they want to question the bouncer at the strip club, and feel an icy chill as I wonder how Alex is involved. That she is, I’ve suddenly no doubt. There was a reason for those tears in her eyes.

  Philby comes in and stands at the end of the table, shifting from one leg to the other, while his eyes look anywhere but at the president.

  “Tell us what happened last night.” Prez looks tired and worn.

  After coughing to clear his throat, Philby starts. “I’m sorry, I could have prevented it. It was all my fault.” After pausing to let his admission sink in, he continues, “I’d left my post, gone for a, well I had to take an unscheduled bathroom break.” His face tightens as he waits for the disapproval. But none comes. You can’t really fault a man for having to deal with a personal emergency. “Anyway, when I came back out, Alex was looking for Tinker. And we found her. Being molested by Heart. Some of the other girls had alerted Dollar that Tinker was missing. He came out as I was breaking it up.”

  Heart? Molesting an employee? That can’t be right. My brother would never do such a thing. She must have led him on.

  “Thank you, Philby. You can go. Ask Alex to come in next, please.”

  Now my woman’s standing at the end of the table. She looks so small and lost that I want to go hug her. But then she draws her back straight and looks Drummer in the eye. “You want to know what I saw?” She draws in a breath. “I was looking for Tinker, who’d missed her spot. Unusual for her. Thought she might have forgotten the time, so when I couldn’t find her inside I went out to see if she was having a smoke.”

  As Alex describes the screams for help and then how she’d found the stripper, I’m shaking my head. It’s not possible. Heart’s not capable of that.

  When she finishes, her place is taken by Tinker. The stripper, one of our best, sobs as she relates the incident.

  “I’m not a whore.” She impresses on us. “I take my clothes off, but never even give lap dances. I know people consider strippers easy game, but I’m not like that. I only do it so I can put food on the table for my kids. If there was anything else I could do I’d do it.

  “Heart said I asked for it. I didn’t. He pulled me around the corner, and I thought he was gonna criticise my performance. He wasn’t proving an easy boss. I prefer Alex…or Dart.” Her eyes flick to me as if she wants to hear that I’ll be getting my old job back. My heart breaks for her. She’s been with us a year, and pulls in a good crowd. Now I’m wondering whether she’ll be going back.

  My eyes go to Drum. We’ve let her down. Though he can’t know my thoughts, he nods back.

  After she’s gone, Dollar raises his hand. “I was there when Philby was tryin’ to break it up. Heart showed no remorse. I sent him straight back to the compound. There’s no doubt in my mind that what he’s broken club rules. He put his hands on an employee. And more than that, looked like he was tryin’ to rape an unwillin’ woman. Certainly had his hand where no man’s should go uninvited.”

  A collective gasp as it’s put so strongly. We’re not angels by any stretch of the imagination, but we’ve enough easy pussy that to think of taking something that’s not offered freely is repugnant. As brothers start talking at once, Prez bangs the gavel.

  “We’ve heard the eye-witness acco
unts. Now we’ve got to speak to the man himself. This has been hard hearin’, brothers. Any of ya want to take a quick break, grab a beer, go do it. I’ll get the prospects to bring him on down.” As most of us get up to leave, taking the opportunity to relieve the tension for a moment, Drummer picks up his phone and sends a text.

  Chapter 34

  Dart

  When we reconvene, Road escorts Heart into the room. I stare at the man who’d I’d last seen lying in his hospital bed. There’s no sign of repentance as he loosens his shoulders like he’s physically shaking off the touch of the man who’d brought him here. He doesn’t attempt to take his seat, but stands at the end of the table, looking defiantly at Drummer.

  “You’ve put hands on an employee.” Drum states. Heart simply shrugs. “And were stopped from raping an unwillin’ woman.”

  “I wasn’t going to rape her. She’s a whore. Just like the others who work at the club.”

  That makes me see red. If Alex hadn’t been injured she’d still be there dancing. Is that what he thinks my old lady is?

  “Dart.” Drummer notices me tensing and stops me as he growls my name. Then his attention falls on the man standing at the end of the table again. “Even whores are entitled to say no.”

  Heart’s changed. He says nothing to defend himself, just stands, back ramrod straight. He looks more hardened now, his features seem to be fixed in a scowl. He looks nothing at all like the man I’d prospected with. He’s kept his hair long on the side that hasn’t been shaved, the hair on the other side starting to grow back. It’s adds to his demeanour of imbalance.

  Drummer seems to have had enough. He’s texting again, and now Hyde and Jekyll appear. “Take Heart outside and wait in the clubroom. Make sure he doesn’t go anywhere. And,” Drum’s eyes flick to me, “keep him away from the women. Especially Alex.”

  “What don’t I know, Prez.” I say through gritted teeth as Heart is led away.

  Drum strokes his beard before letting me in on some other facts. “Heart’s been sayin’ some hurtful shit to your woman. She said nothin’, but Road told me what he heard.”