Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1)

by Blue Remy

  Steve looks at me, I shrug and take a seat, everyone else follows.

  “Not you,” Sal says, placing a hand on the chest of the Savage Angels member I don’t know. “You will stand and face judgement, Buzz.”

  “Who the fuck are you?” demands Buzz.

  “Sal, what the fuck is going on?” I ask.

  “Steve, do you recognize him? He used to be in your Chapter. He now works for the Donati’s, and informs them of every move the Savage Angels make,” says Sal in a cool, business tone.

  “You are out of your fucking mind!” yells Buzz.

  “No, I heard this from the Donatis themselves. You are an informant, and the Dark Warriors are nothing but barbarous dogs who do their bidding.”

  Steve inhales sharply and looks from Sal, to me, then his eyes settle on Buzz. I, too, look at Buzz; I assume everyone else is staring at him.

  “King, are you going to take this fucking Italian’s word over mine?”

  King looks at Steve. “Was he in the Dark Warriors?”

  “Yes, briefly.”

  “He’s a fucking traitor, he deserv—”

  Steve stands, knocking over his chair as he rounds on his VP. “You will hold your fucking tongue! You acted without authority. You disobeyed me.” Steve reaches for the VP patch on Travis’s jacket, and rips it off. No one speaks, and then all eyes go back to Buzz.

  “What do you want to do with him, King?” I ask.

  “They hang traitors, don’t they?”

  Buzz makes a run for the door, but is soon captured and thrown to the ground.

  Steve looks at him on the floor, and then raises his eyes to Sal. “Barbarous dogs?” Sal nods, Steve inhales deeply, flaring his nostrils as he exhales, anger bubbling just below the surface.

  “I have a business proposal for you, Steve. You and me, we go way back, no bullshit, no fucking about. I’ll give you time to think about it, but I can’t have you in bed with the Donati’s. In fact, it’s time the Donati’s took a back seat in this town.” He eyes lock with mine, and his smile is bitter.

  “What, so we can get into bed with the Abruzzi’s? What makes you think they’re any fucking better?” Steve responds.

  “Not the Abruzzi’s directly.” I nod at Sal. “He’s good people, and you will need to pay a tribute to his family, but it’s not excessive, and you’ll own a casino, a fucking license to make money.”

  “What’s the catch? There’s always a fucking catch,” says Steve.

  “No more wars with the Savage Angels. No more fucking bullshit and I’ll need all the cash you have, including the hidden accounts, fuck it, I even want your children’s university funds.”

  “Is that all?” he laughs mirthlessly. “Why not just bend me over, and fuck me while you’re at it?”

  I stand and walk toward him. “Brother, I’m guessing whatever you have isn’t going to be enough, and I am willing to front you the rest. Buying a casino isn’t fucking cheap. There’re lots of hands to grease. Yes, that does include the Abruzzi’s, but you will be out from under the Donati’s, and you’ll have us, and the Abruzzi family to protect you, safety in numbers. And there’s just one more thing –” Steve purses his lips and raises his eyebrows at me. “No more drugs, and no more gun running, too fucking easy to get caught. You do this, you do it legit, and I promise, it’s all green from here on out.”

  Steve laughs and his men follow. He nods, and places his hands on his hips. “Right and I’m just supposed to fucking believe you?”

  Sal steps forward. “You know, Dane, you go back. If he is trying to fuck you over, what will happen? There will be a war and that’s not good for business. The Savage Angels are moving with the times, the Dark Warriors are being offered a chance at the golden ring. With Dane’s and my help, your club will survive and thrive. Think it over, you have till midnight tomorrow. We can’t give you anymore time than that, the deal with this other casino only just came up, we need to move now. If you don’t want it, we will move on it without you.”

  “Talk it over with your most trusted, Steve. I’ll call you later today.” I begin to walk away, and he grabs my arm.

  “You’re not fucking with me, are you?” Steve asks.

  “Told you, Brother, no bullshit, life’s too short.”

  All the Savage Angels members leave the room. I slap Sal’s shoulder when we hit the sidewalk.

  “Well, I think that went fucking well,” I say with a grin.

  “You think?” asks Sal.

  “You didn’t discuss working with the Dark Warriors,” growls King.

  “No time, Brother. Trust me when I tell you this deal is good. Now, what are you going to do with Buzz?” I ask.

  King smiles. “I think in the interests of MC relations, we should use Buzz here, which in turn will save his life, and get him to arrange a meet with the Donati’s. Where we will, of course, fuck those pompous assholes up.”

  Chapter fourteen

  Salvatore

  We wait at the construction site for the Donati family to arrive. I watched as King carved the skin from Buzz’s back – removing his MC tattoo. They told him they wouldn’t kill him, but I don’t think he’ll survive the night. He was told to make it to the hospital on his own, right now he’s passed out on the floor, slowly bleeding to death; guess it was better than hanging him.

  The Donati’s are an hour late, we wait in the shadows, and I know they’ll come. They’ll want to know what Buzz has to offer them. Steve is also moving on the Donati’s tonight, with any luck, we will cut them down, and Vegas will be ours.

  Three men walk into the building, no weapons drawn.

  “Yo, Buzz! Where you at?” yells one.

  I step out from the shadows.

  “Buzz?”

  “No, Buzz is lucky to be alive. A man cannot serve two masters,” I respond.

  He looks surprised and reaches for his gun. The room is filled with the sound of many guns being cocked.

  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” They all freeze with their guns mid-air.

  “We have no beef with you, Agostino,” he says as he puts his gun back in his holster, and raises his hands.

  “You thought you could dupe the Savage Angels, and the Dark Warriors?” I ask.

  He draws in a breath threw gritted teeth, flaring his nostrils. “They serve a purpose. They aren’t us, they have no idea what family is.”

  Dane steps out from the darkness, gun in hand. “You see, that’s where you’ve got it all fucked up, we know what family means. You’re the ones who’ve got it all backward, you even threatened, Sal, isn’t he one of your own?”

  “Yes, he is. It’s one of the reasons we didn’t kill him.”

  “This is how this is going to go down.” The three soldiers turn their heads in my direction. “You will leave the Savage Angels and the Dark Warriors alone. They no longer need you. We are going to buy two casinos in Vegas, and your family is not going to cause a problem. We will pay you a one-off payment as tribute, and that will be all. You will have no say in these casinos, and you will not set foot in them unless asked. If this is not acceptable, we can –” I open my jacket to reveal my own gun, “— settle this now.”

  “I will take this back to our Don. Discuss –“

  “You tell him, there will be no negotiation.”

  He nods and begins to walk backward, arms still raised. His men do the same, once they have cleared the building, I hear guns being uncocked, and put away.

  Dane slaps me on the back. “Will they go for it?”

  “If they don’t, they’re as good as dead. How do you think the Dark Warriors went?”

  “Pretty sure those fuckers were out for blood, too many old wounds there, but Steve is smart, so, maybe not,” laments Dane.

  Chapter fifteen

  Rebel

  The meet with the Dark Warriors and the Donati’s didn’t go as planned. There was no gun play, but there was an awesome brawl. Both sides took a beating as I watched from a distance.
Both Dane and King were not happy with me, I wasn’t allowed to take part, my job was to watch and report back.

  Now, I’m standing outside Ruby’s trailer trying to decide what to do. I don’t like Vegas, but if she wants to stay, I could join the Vegas Chapter. I’m not even sure if this woman likes me. It’s been so long since I’ve thought about anyone except for Kat, that I’m not even sure what to say.

  All of this runs through my mind when her trailer door flies open. Ruby has both hands on her hips, lots of makeup – I assume to cover the bruises – and her head is cocked to the side.

  “Well, you coming in or what?” Ruby demands.

  “I was, I was—“

  “What you didn’t think I heard you pull up? Your bike is loud, Rebel,” Ruby says throwing her hands in the air.

  I grin at her and take two steps toward her, grab her by the waist and lift her out of the trailer.

  “Rebel!” she yells, laughing.

  “Damn, Ruby, give a guy a break.”

  “Put me down!”

  As I lower her to the ground, she entwines her hands behind my head, stands on tip-toe, and kisses me. My hands immediately go to her ass, and I walk her backward until we hit the side of the trailer, our tongues duelling with each other.

  “Honey, let’s take this inside,” I say as I trail one of my hands from her ass to cup her breast.

  Ruby grabs my hand and walks up the steps. My arms encircle her as I march her toward her bed. I’m kissing her neck and she tastes so fucking good. When we make it to her bed, I reach down, and pull her t-shirt up over her head, slowly I turn her around, and my eyes fall on her body. The bruises are turning yellow, and I step back from her.

  “Rebel, what’s wrong?”

  “I’m a fucking asshole.” Her eyes widen as she sits down. “Ruby, why didn’t you stop me? You must be in pain. Honey, we can wait.”

  “What?” she murmurs.

  I kneel down in front of her, and my hands start rubbing her thighs. “Your ribs, they must hurt?”

  “I can think of other things we can do…” Her smile is small, and she places her hands over mine pulling them up toward her ass.

  “You sure?”

  “Rebel, they say endorphins can make you forget pain, how about we give it a try?” She purrs.

  I push her skirt up, and drag her closer to me as I explore under her skirt with my hands. Thankfully, she isn’t wearing any underwear, I grip her ass, and she places both legs on either side of my shoulders and lays back. I bite the inside of her thigh, and lick all the way to her core. I stop, and look at her as she lifts her head up from the bed.

  “Rebel?”

  “We do this and you’re with me, right, Ruby?”

  She removes her legs from my shoulders and sits up. “I’m not looking for a white picket fence, Rebel, I’m looking for a good time, a safe time.”

  “You know I have to go back to Tourmaline, right?”

  “Yeah. When do you leave?” Her head drops and she starts playing with her skirt.

  I place my finger under her chin, lifting her head up.

  “Come with me. What have you got here, anyway? The place you worked for is gone, that just leaves this shitty trailer.”

  “You think my home is shitty?” Ruby asks, her eyes wide.

  “No, honey, I can see you’ve tried to make it nice, but it’s still an old trailer that probably should’ve been crushed twenty years ago.”

  Ruby looks around the trailer, and when her eyes finally come back to me, she grabs my face and kisses me.

  “I’ve never been to Tourmaline. Have they got a tattoo shop there?”

  “No, honey, we mostly go into Pearl County to get work done. You could open up a shop in town. I’m sure Dane knows someone, we could work something out.”

  She gives me a tentative smile and I’m hoping she’ll say yes. I feel my heart thudding in my chest, and then she nods.

  “Is that a yes?”

  “You’re right, I don’t have a job here anymore, and I’m going to run out of cash to pay for rent on my shitty trailer.”

  “Ruby, I—”

  “It’s okay, Rebel, I’m teasing you. If I go with you to Tourmaline, where will I stay?”

  I suck in a breath, and push her backward onto the mattress, covering her body with my own.

  “You could stay with me at the Compound. I don’t have a place of my own, but I’ve got money. We could get a place in town, maybe above a vacant shop so you can work your own hours, or you could live by yourself all you have to do –“

  Laughter bubbles up out of her. “Rebel!” Ruby places both hands on my face and kisses me. “We’ll figure it out!”

  “Yes, we will.”

  I kiss her deeply and our tongues duel. My cock is so hard, that I’m ready to fuck her, but I know that she’s hurt, and I don’t want her in any more pain. I trail my hand down to her breast, and I pull down her bra, sucking her nipple into my mouth. A moan escapes her as I trace kisses down to her core, then I lick up to her belly button, back again, while my hands caress and tease her nipples. The noises she makes are driving me wild, and the taste of her skin is intoxicating. I kneel on the bed, lift one of her legs, and kiss from her knee to her navel teasing her core with my tongue, Ruby grinds herself onto my face. Slowly I lick and suck her clit, inserting two fingers into her as she rolls her hips, and plays with her own nipples. Ruby’s moans become louder, and from the taste of her, I know she’s close.

  “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my—!” Ruby arches off the bed, and grabs my head with both hands, holding me in place.

  Her whole body trembles, and when she lets me go, I trail my tongue up her body to her mouth. She kisses all over my face while her hands are pulling at my t-shirt.

  “Tell me what you want, baby, tell me,” Ruby whispers.

  “I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Right now, nothing can hurt me. Fuck me, Rebel, fuck me.”

  I search her face to make sure she’s in no pain, and all I see is lust. I get off the bed, undo my belt and jeans, and release my cock. I stroke myself a couple of times then ask, “Do you think you could get on your knees, honey?”

  Ruby says nothing as she positions herself on the edge of the bed, legs spread. I’m so hard for her, that the sight of her so exposed, makes me drive myself into her.

  We cry out as I continue to pump in and out of her at a brutal speed. She feels tight and slick, and a part of me is worried that I’m hurting her, but then she arches her back, and pushes backward into me. My fingers dig into her hips as Ruby matches me thrust for thrust, and my own orgasm washes over me as she continues to move. I push into her one last time, and hold her in place.

  I stay inside her for a long time, stroking her back and ass, as we both return to a normal breathing pattern.

  “Did I hurt you, honey?” I ask quietly.

  She pulls herself away from me breaking our contact, I groan at the loss. She collapses on the bed and looks up at me.

  “No, Reb, I’m good.” She stretches like a cat, and I swear she’s purring.

  I turn and sit on the bed, and she reaches up and pulls me down.

  “I love your baldhead.”

  A chuckle escapes me. “You love my baldhead?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay then, I’ll keep it that way.”

  “When do we leave?” Ruby asks.

  “You tell me when.”

  “How about, we have a shower, do all of that again and then talk about getting on the road?” Ruby suggests.

  “I’m good with that, but I’ll need food, woman, if you want me to do that again.”

  “Damn, if all you need is food, let’s get cracking!”

  She leaps out of bed, heading straight toward the kitchen, her ribs apparently no longer bothering her. Ruby’s a beautiful woman, and hopefully she can cook as well as she fucks. I think I’ll take the long way home; I want to keep her to myself for a while. My brother
s are going to want her ink when they see how good she is with her art, and I know more than a few of them will just want her.

  I’m not sharing. Ruby belongs to me.

  When she comes to the station, desperate to find her missing brother, all I want to do is help. He’s not only pissed off a notoriously vicious street gang, but she’s affiliated with an MC whose reputation is just as bad. I want to help her. I have the authority. I even have the resources of the Street Crime unit I work for. What I don’t have is the willpower to keep my hands off her.

  Chapter One

  Gabby

  “What did you just say?” I ask, feeling like I’ve just been punched in the stomach.

  The officer smirks and shakes his head. “Look sweetheart, I know you’re worried about your brother, but the truth is, punks like him go missing every day. He’ll turn up a couple of weeks from now in some crack house, strung out and looking for his next hit. We don’t have time for that shit. I’ll file the paperwork, but I doubt we’ll find him.”

  With every word he speaks, my heart pounds faster and my anger grows. My nineteen-year-old brother hasn’t been home in two days and I know something is wrong. Derrick wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t just leave me all alone like that. I don’t know what to do. Going to the police is what you’re supposed to do when someone you love goes missing. Now this cop is telling me that they don’t have the time “for that shit”?

  I clench my fists, take a deep breath, and try to calm my racing thoughts but it’s no use. Worry and fear for my brother, combined with the anger I feel at this asshole cop, bubble up to the surface and overflow.

  “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I shriek, as I jump to my feet. “My little brother is missing! You’re the police! And you’re telling me you don’t have time for this shit?”

  He leans back in his chair and cocks an eyebrow at me. “I’m gonna have to ask you to sit down, Miss Monroe.”

  I stare at him in disbelief. His eyes bore into mine, daring me to argue. Just seeing that look on his face allows the hopelessness I feel to overwhelm me. My breaths come in short and shallow pants. I take a deep breath in an attempt to slow it down and collect my thoughts.