Old Lady (Iron Disciples Book 2)

by Daniella Tucci

  I hand him his drink and set the bottle on the coffee table. If he wants more he’ll have to serve himself. Watching him sip the clear beverage makes me want to have a drink myself but I can’t do it. Not while pregnant. I promised myself I would not fuck this up!

  “This is good stuff.” He says after he downs the first glass.

  “Made it myself thanks.”

  “So what did you want to talk about?” Cade asks me.

  “I don’t know… I guess I just figured that if we’re going to have a child together that we should talk about it.”

  “Oh…so you’re giving me some say now is that it?”

  “Of course.” I refuse to be baited into another argument, not tonight.

  “Sorry, I just thought since you shut me out of the decision to have the child or not that you would shut me out of the rest of the decisions as well.”

  “Like I could really shut you out when I’m at your mercy in your compound.”

  “You have a point there but I would never force myself into your life or our child’s life without your blessing. I’ll not have my child raised in chaos like my own childhood.”

  “At least in that we agree.”

  “Just that? Oh come on Morgan, I’m sure we can come together on other issues other than child rearing, don’t you?”

  I nod my head. I’m not entirely sure where this is going but I have an idea. Lately I have found myself craving Cade’s touch. I miss the feel of his skin against mine; his breath intermingled with my own. It wasn’t long ago that I couldn’t stand to be even this close to him without getting stirred up and it’s happening again right now. I look into his eyes as he finishes off his seventh drink. Still the glaze of inebriation hasn’t begun to tinge his bright orbs. That last glass he downed was three quarters full. The man can handle his liquor.

  Right in the middle of my thoughts I get a jolt of electricity from the knee all the way up and right into my lady parts. I look up startled to see his hand is resting on my bare flesh. I can see goose bumps as they appear like magic and run the length of my thigh only to disappear beneath my skirt. I look at his face and I can tell by his expression that he knows exactly what kind of effect his touch is having on me right now and for a second that almost pisses me off. How could I have let a man get so far under my skin that he has this control over my body and mind? When I think about it though…it’s not such a bad thing at all. Instead of pulling back, I decide to facilitate his advances. I open my legs a bit more and sigh just loud enough for him to hear. The effect is instantaneous.

  Suddenly its limbs and clothes intertwined in heated passion. Every inch of my flesh ignites at his touch. I couldn’t stop myself now even if I wanted to. Tonight I’m a slave to my desires and I am happy for it. We’re familiar enough with each other’s bodies that we can dispense with the sometimes distracting words; lower, deeper, not like that, like this. Faster, or touch me there, and can’t you see the one way sign back there? He knows what I like and when and it what order I like it and the same goes for him. I know when he wants claw marks across his back and when he prefers tender soft and passionate lovemaking. I understand the pleasure that can be derived from a little pain and he knows when to pinch my nipples or bite my clit.

  Tonight is not about soft tenderness. It’s not about taking our time and letting passion build like the tide of the ocean. He knows I need to be handled, grabbed, slapped, nibbled, and shoved to the ground underneath his weight. And I know he doesn’t want a subservient female right now either. He’ll get his bites, and grabs, slaps, and pinches in, but he’ll have to force it. I’ll resist and he’ll put his muscles into it. He’ll make me his tonight and when he’s finished I won’t be the only one panting with exhaustion. After tonight I’ll be sore from head to toe and it’ll be a delicious reminder of what happened tonight; a reminder I’ll carry with me for the next couple days and no doubt it’ll make me wet at the most inopportune time.

  When sleep takes me I’m still wrapped up in the post-coital delicious fog of great sex. I have no idea what time it is when I finally wake up. We’re lie tangled in each other’s arms and legs. We were just too spent to unwrap ourselves or to move to my bedroom to preserve our collective modesty in case my aunt should pay us a surprise visit. I’m about to drift off again when I notice the beginnings of daylight creeping in between the drawn curtains. Oh crap!

  “Hey…wake up!”

  “What?”

  “We gotta like, get into bed before my aunt wakes up. Come on, grab your shit and follow me.”

  I race around the living room stark naked and looking for my shit and praying I don’t forget my panties or something like that. Cade does the same only with much less vigor and enthusiasm. By the time we crawl into my borrowed bed we’re both wide awake again.

  As usual, Cade immediately says what’s on his mind. “So…I’m going to be a father. Who would have thought I’d become a family man.”

  “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I reply.

  “Not at all baby. I guess I just thought I would never meet the right person, that’s all.”

  “You really think I’m the right one?”

  “You’re probably the exact wrong one Morgan but when it comes to you I can’t help myself.”

  “Yeah I seem to be having that problem as well. Now keep moving. I don’t want to spend my days answering insane questions from my aunt after she sees you naked.”

  We make small talk until our heads hit the pillows in my room and we’re asleep before we know it. I had really needed to connect with Cade again.

  I don’t see Cade until Saturday morning when he comes to get me at 7am on the day of the ride. So far it’s been quiet. I haven’t heard any gunfire and no one’s come in the middle of the night to rescue me or my aunt. I follow Cade out the door hand in hand, grateful to be outside and on my way to Monterey. I haven’t been there in years and its great place to eat and just hang out by the sea.

  As we walk down the long line of bikes waiting for the ride to begin I am awed at the sheer size of Cade’s club. I mean, I thought there were a lot of guys before but I guess his and his brother’s recruiting efforts have really paid off in spades. Behind all the Disciples member bikes are the prospects and behind them are the lines of the lesser clubs in and out of the area. Clearly the Iron Disciples are the Alpha males in the California biker world. What is also very clear is the pecking order. Behind the lowliest club begins the rows of motorcycle enthusiasts who are either here to support the cause or for the chance to ride with some real outlaw bikers. Lining the streets are hundreds of fans and supporters along with the local news media. I can see why Cade said this was a totally safe event. Anyone would have to be completely insane to try anything during the ride or the party in between that is taking place in Monterey I believe.

  As I near the front of the pack I notice more and more eyes on me from women in the crowd. Expressions seem to range from curiosity to respect, to jealousy. I discovered a while back that being an old lady has its perks, especially when you’re the president’s or ex-presidents, in my case, old lady. I never fully realized just how important this pecking order was for old ladies until today. I’m nearly to the front of the Disciples when trouble in the form of a dumb blond with gravity defying tits ten years my junior steps up and blocks my way.

  “Hey lady, biker whores and wannabes form a line in the back.”

  I look at her for a couple seconds waiting for the laugh, like it’s all a joke or something until I see the nasty expression on her skanky face. Behind her are three other girls wearing identical looks.

  “And which one of those are you?” I ask her.

  “She’s riding with Eddie today, bitch!” Says one of the girls.

  I look at the little group’s apparent leader. “Wow…with your looks…you must be really good at sucking dick because I can’t see him wanting anything else to do with you.”

  “She’s the best!” Proclaims another girl witho
ut thinking.

  I look pointedly down at Ms. Dick Sucker’s legs and as luck would have it she’s got holes in one knee and the other is threatening to tear open.

  “Yeah I think you’d better invest in a set of knee pads ho, cause those jeans ain’t gonna last the weekend.”

  Her nasty expression suddenly turns very dark and ugly and right away I know I’m gonna be slapped. She draws her hand back and is just about in forward motion when a strong hand grabs her wrist and spins her around; it’s Shooter.

  “You fucking bitch!” He shouts. “Do you have any idea who this woman is?”

  I revel in her terrified expression as she shakes her head from side to side.

  “She is Cade’s old lady you stupid whore! Now get your ass out of here.”

  “Wait a second, you can’t-” She starts to protest, but Shooter cuts her off.

  “You’re right I can’t.” He turns to me. “You wanna do the honors Morgan?”

  I draw my fist back, fully intending on meting out biker justice, but something stops me mid-smack down. The old Morgan would have unloaded on her in a heartbeat. I look at the girl again. She has a terrified expression on her face. Instead of punching her I put both hands on her fake chest and push her backwards into her friends.

  “Hey,” she squeals as she stumbles backwards into the arms of her friends.

  “Now get the fuck out of here!” Shooter demands.

  “But I’m with Eddie.” She protests

  “Not anymore you aren’t.” Then Shooter turns to the other girls. “You babes want to ride with the Disciples today?”

  They all nod enthusiastically.

  “Great, follow me.” Then he turns to a brother sitting on his bike watching the proceedings. “Brother, take this bitch to the back of the line, and I mean back behind everyone. If she still wants to ride she can ride with the groupies.”

  I catch her horrified expression as the other biker herds her towards the back of the line. For a hanger on like her it’s the ultimate diss. Shooter delivers me up to the front of the line without incident. Well, that is until we reach Stacy. We greet each other with the expected smiles and hugs but the tension in the air hovers over us like a sudden black storm could that is threatening to rain or even worse, deliver a lightning bolt down on the top of someone’s head.

  “Morgan.” She says.

  “Stacy.”

  “How’s vacation treating you?” She asks me.

  I can’t believe she actually brought up work at a time like this.

  “How are my clients treating you?” I ask, with an emphasis on the word my.

  “They pay me well so I can’t complain.”

  I open my mouth to fire back at her but shut it again. This becoming a different person is a hell of a lot harder than I could have imagined! It seems like there’s a chance for me to fuck up at every turn.

  “Yes…sadly when it comes to people’s money there’s very little loyalty, especially in this business. You just never know when someone is going to place a call and end the relationship no matter how much money you have made for them in the past several years.”

  I just couldn’t pass up that opportunity to take a swing at her. She made the call to my supervisor and swooped in and took my clients; if only for s short time. Sadly, that short time can easily become permanent.

  “Yes poor choices can be costly, can’t they?”

  Once more Shooter intervenes before things between me and someone else gets physical.

  “Girls…girls, we’re all friends here right? Now simmer down and let’s enjoy the ride.”

  We both take a step backwards and fists unclench. I turn on my heels without another word and push past Shooter to join Cade who is perched atop his bike next to Eddie and his ride. This is going to be an interesting trip to say the least.

  “Hey, it’s Gimp! Good of you to join my little event.”

  I clench my teeth and refuse to utter the first ten things that come to mind. I don’t open my mouth until an appropriate thought finally comes to mind.

  “Interesting to see you as well Eddie,” I reply. Better to keep it short and sweet. The more I say the more likely I will be to let something slip out that I don’t want. I just don’t understand how Cade can get along with Eddie after all that’s gone down between them.

  Eddie turns towards his brother. “Ready to roll, little brother?”

  Cade nods and together they both fire up their machines. The sound of several hundred motorcycles suddenly coming to life is both thrilling and frightening. I can feel the rumble of the engines deep in my chest. I climb up on Cade’s massive machine and shove my helmet further down onto my head. This is the first significant ride I have been on with Cade. I have been on a few short rides, but even with the walking cast on my lower leg it wasn’t too comfortable. Now that my cast has been removed I can finally enjoy my first official club event on the back of a motorcycle.

  With a thunderous roar two hundred bikes and scores of spectators, photographers, and the curious, kick it into high gear for our annual charity ride to benefit breast cancer research. Part of the donations over the next 3 days will also go to those suffering from breast cancer that might not be able to afford treatments.

  The summer air is fresh and feels wonderful on my face as we speed down the highway towards San Jose and the Silicon Valley. In about three and a half hours we’ll be pulling off the highway and into Monterey. But for now I’m just enjoying the vibrations between my thighs and the exhilarating feeling of freedom on the open road that only a motorcycle can bring.

  A half hour into the ride and my endorphins are singing the praises of my man and his machine. I remember how we first met in that hospital room when I stepped out in front of him while I was talking on my phone to a client. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined riding down to Monterey on the back of his bike, and in front of about two hundred other bikes. The feeling of speeding down the roadway is exciting as it is scary at times. All I have to do is just look down beneath my feet and see the yellow stripes on the highway passing beneath in a blur and it reminds me of how dangerous a motorcycle can be, especially on the hands of an amateur; which Cade is certainly not. In fact his first and only motorcycle accident was because of me. How ironic is that?

  By the time we pull off the highway and into Monterey I am more than ready to get off. Unfortunately the logistics of getting our massive collection of bikers and our followers is not easily managed. We’re met immediately by several dozen police officers both in cars, bicycles, and motorcycles. I know they’re intent was to escort us to our destination without us causing major traffic jams at the many intersections we will be passing through. Pretty soon it becomes clear that their presence just causes an even worse snarl in the quaint seaside town.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Sacrifice

  The first thing I am aware of is a sharp ringing in my ears and a splitting headache soon followed by brutal pain in both my shoulders. I decide to stand up and stretch and that’s when I realize the full extent of the trouble I seem to be in. I can’t stand. In fact I seem to be tied to…to a chair. What the fuck is going on here? I open my eyes but its pitch dark around me. I wiggle and squirm around trying to get some relief for my shoulders and after a minute of struggling it’s clear that my arms and hands are both bound behind me; probably to a chair. Next I try to move my legs around but I’m not having much better luck in that department.

  “Relax already. You struggling is just gonna make the ropes even tighter.”

  Fuck! I know that voice. As crazy as it sounds, I seem to have been kidnapped along with Eddie. Of all the people in the world I could be stuck in this fucked up situation with, I end up with Eddie the scumbag! I cannot have built up that much fucked up karma in my lifetime, no freaking way! However, he is probably right. My struggling seems to have just exacerbated the problem.

  “I’m sure there’s a perfectly plausible reason you’re here Eddie, but it doesn�
��t make any sense for me to be here with you.”

  “Very funny Gimp. By virtue of you being here with me that immediately drops our odds of getting out asses out of here by a good fifty percent.”

  “Yeah, I highly doubt that!” I bark back.

  “Oh really? Well why don’t you tell me what you bring to the table here, in terms of abilities and experience you have that pertain to a situation such as this one.”

  “Very funny asshole very fucking funny.”

  “Hey, I’m just calling it like I see it.”

  “Well you’ve got a funny way of seeing it,” I reply.

  “Look Gimp, me and you, we’re never gonna see anything eye to eye so why don’t we both just shut our mouths unless it has to do with our getting out of here.”

  “Agreed.”

  “So let’s take stock of our situation.” Eddie begins. He sounds like this isn’t his first time being kidnapped. I bring it up but he denies ever being in this situation before.

  “Here’s what we need to do.” He says. “We need to see if we can loosen these ropes enough so that one of us can break free eventually.”

  “Mine feel pretty damn tight. I was kinda pulling on them right after I woke up.”

  “Well here’s what I want you to do. We might be tied together with the same rope or we may be tied separately. If it’s the same rope we may be able to work together to loosen the ropes for one of us. See if there’s anything you can do to make yourself smaller. Suck your stomach in and maybe use your feet to force yourself back into the chair. Even a quarter of an inch I can work with. If whoever tied us is not used to doing this we may have a chance here.”

  “Okay…”

  I take a deep breath and attempt to shrink myself into the chair. I can feel him struggling behind me. What felt like rope burns a minute ago suddenly becomes unbearable. I clench my teeth to keep from crying out. When he finally stops struggling I have tears in my eyes. I don’t know what the hell is happening to me. I have this huge blank spot in my mind. I remember being at this party with the club and having people putting drinks in my hand or passing me joints and me having to pass it along without partaking. Then I’m waking up with a splitting headache and my shoulders on fire from my hands being tied behind my back so tightly.