Booger (Reapers MC Book 3)

by Elizabeth Knox

  “Your name is hawk-eye?” She looks over to him and I can’t keep the laughter back. Oh, I love fucking with him.

  19

  Just because I don’t react, doesn’t mean I don’t notice.

  -TheGoodVibeCo

  Camila

  “What was all that about?” I ask Kat, wondering what the hell those two were talking about for over ten minutes. Obviously, they know each other, but I want to know more.

  “Nothing much. They used to hang around the clubhouse when I was with the Demons.” I take note of the way she says the word ‘with’. Kat wasn’t with the Demons, she was being held as Rage’s own prisoner. Any time she talks about her situation, which isn’t much, she lightens the severity of what she endured. When I think about it, I do the exact same thing. Part of me wants to tell her that it’s okay to accept and admit what we’ve both been through. But in doing that it opens up a deep can of worms for the both of us. Plus, I don’t think I could tell her to do something that I can’t do myself. I think that saying ‘the pot calling the kettle black’ would apply here.

  “And?” I question, urging her to go on. I’m not really close to anyone in the clubhouse, but I do see that Kat and I can bond over a few different things. We’ve both been through a whirlwind of shit and I think because of that, we’re going to end up being very close friends.

  She takes in a deep breath, almost like she doesn’t want to speak the words that we both know she’s about to. “Those two are trying to see if they can come to the clubhouse and work.”

  “Work? We don’t even have enough for you and I to do right now. It’s boring as hell.”

  Kat gives me a knowing look, one that tells me exactly what type of work they’re looking for. “They want to be clubwhores.”

  I scrunch up my face at the thought of it. Back in Montana the clubwhores aren’t bad at all, but whenever you introduce new blood into a community type setting, there’s bound to be issues. Personally, I don’t want any issues.

  “I told them that I’d talk to Damon about it and get back to them. Based on the way they look, I know where they’re hiding out. Never have been there, but I always heard the rumors.”

  I stay quiet for a moment, thinking about how tiny the blonde girl is. “Is she on drugs?”

  “Probably. I didn’t see any tracks on her, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t any. Kallie is the type of girl who does whatever she has to do to survive.”

  I nod once, “Understandable. What about the other girl that was with her? She looked a bit thicker, so she must be clean.”

  “Not necessarily. You never know what’s going on with those two. They stick together like two peas in a pod. Kallie and Esme have been together for a really long time. From what I have seen, Esme calls the shots and Kallie suffers the most. Those two are bullies and I don’t trust them. Kallie did mention she has a boss, though. If she has some low-level pimp, we’re not going to take them. It’s a huge mess to get involved with that shit.”

  “Kat’s right. We don’t wanna get mixed up in any of that shit. I think we have enough goin’ on anyways.” Hawk says to the two of us.

  I roll my eyes at him, needing to fuck with him just a little bit more today. “Dios Mio! Who asked for your opinion? We’re just two ladies trying to have a private conversation, but you just have to put your two cents in.” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

  Hawk huffs loudly, “Just get done your damn shopping so we can be on our way.”

  Kat takes me by the arm and we both walk down the aisles, getting our shopping done quite quickly. We grab a load of meats, imperishable, and so much more. Our pantry is bound to be stocked up for quite a while.

  Kat and I load up in the truck while Cobra and Widow escort us back to the clubhouse. “Shit. I need to fill up the tank.” Kat mutters, putting on her turn signal she pulls to the right, so we can enter into the gas station’s driveway. I look down at my phone, checking to see if I have a message from Boog when suddenly she turns the wheel sharply to the left. Cobra speeds up around the truck and flies up the road and Kat follows suit, almost matching his speed.

  I turn around in the seat to see where the fuck Hawk is and let go of the breath I’ve been holding in when I see him. Only, I don’t just see him. I see a few cars back at the station, men running out with guns and a deep orange-red coming from the gas station. The place is on fire. “What the fuck just happened?” I yell, confused beyond all belief.

  “From the looks of it, those snakey motherfuckers were robbing that station. Sorry I didn’t notice until the last minute. If I had, I wouldn’t have started to pull in. I just hope they don’t try to follow us back to the club.”

  “Yeah, me either. Step on it so we can lose ‘em.” I mumble, trying to not let any anxiousness overcome me.

  After a few minutes I turn back and only see Hawk behind us. The sight in front of me causes me to breathe easy again, and for my heart rate to go back into a normal rhythm. Kat pulls down into the parking lot of the club and goes, “Who the fuck owns that shitty Honda?”

  I whip around and see the beat up old Honda civic parked out front. “I dunno,”

  Both of us get out of the truck and head for the front door, but Hawk steps in front of the two of us and raises his glock in the direction of the club. “Jesus. You’d think you two wouldn’t leave your brains in your asses. Know how dumb y’all are for heading into the club when no one knows whose car that is?” He shakes his head in disapproval and approaches the door, swings it open and enters.

  “Hey there handsome,” Is said by a high-pitched girly voice. Kat and I both share a look and take that as reasoning enough to go walk in. Cobra is right next to us as we do and our sights land on a skinny, tan girl with teal hair sitting on the couch. She has a bowl out in front of her with some tortilla chips and I’m betting that she broke into Damon’s queso dip. Someone’s not going to be happy.

  I look her up and down, sizing her up. “Who are you?”

  “I’m Onyx. I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but I don’t really like people. Say, where’s that big, bad Prez of yours?” She bends down, grabbing something off of the ground and as she does, I see her take a heavy shot back of tequila.

  Why do I have a feeling like this girl is going to be a handful?

  20

  Either I will find a way, or I will create a way, but I will not create an excuse.

  -@Millionaire_Mentor

  Booger

  “It was nice spending a bit of time with the group of you. Next time you need anything, you know how to get in touch.” Christian says as he shakes Damon’s hand.

  “Sure do. Don’t be so much of a stranger. We are all on the same side, after all.”

  Christian flashes him one of those sadistic smiles, showing me that whatever is about to come out of his mouth is gonna be good. “You mean the side where my pockets keep getting lined with more cash? Yep, I’m always on that side.”

  Damon chuckles, shaking his head. “I don’t think you’ll ever change.”

  “Why should I? I’m perfect just the way I am.”

  “Does Selena say that to you?” Damon busts out in laughter, barely managing to get his question out. Christian stays silent, not saying a word so Damon continues. “Before I forget, how is Madigan doing?”

  Christian’s jolly face turns into a more serious expression. “She’s doing alright, given the circumstances.”

  “Well, if I can do anything, don’t hesitate to let me know.”

  “Thanks for offering, Damon, but I’ve got it handled.”

  “It’s not an offer, Christian. It’s a promise. We may do business together, but your family and mine have known each other for a very long time. If we can help you deal with your problem, we sure as hell will.” Damon seems to be talking in a code that none of us quite understand. I’m betting that if it’s important enough, he’ll end up telling us sooner or later. Until it gets to that point, I’m sure we’ll be in the dark. Just because I r
espect the fact he keeps certain matters to himself, doesn’t mean that I don’t want to know what the hell he does.

  Damon gives a curt nod to me and the others, signaling us that it’s time to pack up and head back to the club. I walk over to my bike and mount her, starting her up and wait for our boss. Amara says a few words to Christian, but I can’t hear her over the sound of my engine. If you ask me, she’s been acting a little odd the past few days. A bit quieter than she usually is. Yet again, I’m also getting that feeling like something is up.

  Damon goes to his bike and mounts it, starting her up. We all form in unison as we ride back to the clubhouse. The Vegas heat slathers against my skin even as we ride. I’ve ridden through countless state’s, in a variety of weather conditions, but never have I felt like I’m riding through Satan’s asshole. This is a first for me, especially when I grew up in the armpit of America.

  Damon raises his hand in the air as we break into the clubhouse grounds, pointing at a car that none of us recognize. We aren’t expecting many visitors, and the ones we knew were coming have already come and gone.

  I get off my bike and head straight into the club, noticing how the light isn’t on in our trailer. If Camila’s inside, the light would’ve been on so I know she must be with Kat. Upon opening the clubhouse doors, I see Kat and Camila sitting across from some teal haired gypsy girl. As she shoots up from the couch, I can tell she’s about the size of a fourteen-year old girl in her height. “Ah, the man I’ve been waiting for!” She beelines it, heading straight for Damon.

  Damon doesn’t even look at her, instead his eyes drift to his ol’ lady. “Who is this?”

  Kat makes an annoyed face. “The only thing I’ve gotten outta her is that her name is Onyx. She’s just been eating our food the last two hours like a starved gerbil.”

  “What do you want?” Damon’s tone comes out callous, as if he’s annoyed. He’s not the type of man to allow anyone to figure out what kind of mood he’s in. Constantly stoic, keeping everyone guessing. It seems like he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about keeping his poker face on right now.

  “Obviously I’m Onyx.” She flips her hair and glances over to Kat. “Thanks for the introduction, sweet cheeks. Now, let’s get down to business. I’m not a woman who enjoys wasting her time.”

  Damon’s eyes narrow on her. “Business?” He cackles, “Who says I’m going to do business with you?”

  “You haven’t heard what I’m pitching, Prez, so shut your yapper until I’m done.” Shit. Who the fuck does this girl think she is.

  “Cobra, take out the trash. Will you?” Amara asks.

  He smiles proudly as he walks up to Onyx and throws her over his shoulder, walking towards the door. I watch the entire thing as she pounds her fists into his back, but as soon as he opens the door, she manages to keep her hands securely on the framing. Seeing this as her last chance, she yells across the room to Damon. “Do you want information on the Vibora or not?”

  His irises expand and he looks over to his sister who nods in approval. “What sort of information do you have?” Damon hasn’t discussed his plans entirely. In fact, he’s been very quiet about our next steps when it comes to these scumbags. I for one, want to handle this shit sooner rather than later.

  “A couple of my girls stay at their main grounds. They hear shit all the time, then of course pass along any pertinent information. I haven’t seen a use for it until now. The only reason I’m here is because you can provide me with something in return.”

  Amara walks over to where Cobra and Onyx are, moving her hand, she signals Cobra to put the girl down. “What is that exactly?”

  “A few of my girls used to work with the Demons when they wanted some pussy. I didn’t have a choice in the matter and these fuckers swooped into town. Rage’s body wasn’t even cold yet before they started fuckin’ my shit up and causing mayhem. Their filthy leader, Ricardo, demanded two of my best girls. Now he’s got one of them on drugs constantly. She’s withering away to nothing right in front of my eyes and I can’t do a damn thing about it. You see, I don’t have the brunt force. You do. In exchange for me giving you information about the Vibora that I’m made aware of, I want a safe place for my remaining girls to stay. I want them to have refuge here, behind the safety of the real key players – these MC’s. I’m not a woman who automatically expects things such as this, though. My girls will also work for the clubs. The clubs will get a cut of whatever business they bring in. In exchange, you get information to take down these scum bags and I sleep a little better knowing the girls are okay.”

  “Whoa. You’re their pimp?” Camila blurts out, putting the pieces together.

  “God, I hate that term. If you want to think like that, then yes. I prefer to look at it in more like a fearless protector kinda way.”

  “We’ll do it.” Amara tells her, not even looking to Damon for his input on the matter. I can tell that’s going to stir up some issues later. “We have a couple rooms that aren’t being used right now, but I’ll make sure they have a decent place to stay for the long term. In the meantime, follow me and tell us what you know.” Amara starts off to head back into the room where we have church and Damon follows her, with Onyx a few feet behind.

  Just when I thought not much more could change around here, something like this happens. Either way, these fuckers are going down sometime soon and god, I can’t wait until that happens.

  21

  We try to hide our feelings, but we forget that our eyes speak.

  -Anonymous

  Camila

  In the last week, things have been as quiet as a mouse. It’s been oddly boring, not much happening on any fronts. Amara kept her word to Onyx and secured some sort of two story trailer thing. The girls haven’t all come yet, and the nosey bitch inside of me just wants to peek inside their humble abode and see what it looks like. Then again, part of me doesn’t cause if their joint is better than ours, I’ll be throwin’ a fit really quick.

  I mean, shit has been dead quiet around here. I think everyone at the clubhouse has been expecting Amara and Widow to go at it, but even they haven’t said jack shit to one another. Even though I don’t know her well, I know her well enough to see she’s not the type of woman that keeps her mouth shut when something like this happens. She’s a very opinionated, Latina woman. I for one, can completely understand being that I was in her own shoes.

  “What’re you lookin’ at?” Amara peers up from her phone and catches my eyes directly on her. I look around, just to make sure that none of the guys are around us. It’s now I see Kat is on the couch reading a book. She’s probably so stuck in whatever kinky shit is going on in that book that she won’t even pay attention to what I’m about to say.

  “You. Just wondering what the hell has gotten into you lately. You don’t seem like yourself.”

  Amara slams her phone down on the table, “Of course I’m not like myself. I fucking wish I could act like everything is fine with me, but it isn’t. So, I have to take what this fucking universe gave me and deal with it like a big girl.” She hasn’t snapped since her and Widow ended things, and given that she just got a little sassy with me, I’d say we’re heading in the right direction.

  Kat’s book slams shut and she keeps her attention focused on Amara and I.

  “You don’t have to keep whatever is going on to yourself. I know we’re not the closest, but you aren’t alone. We’re the only ladies around, and I think we should stick together. What do you think, Kat?” I ask her, bringing her in the conversation.

  Her brows push together, “I like being left alone, so asking me isn’t the smartest thing you could do.”

  I wave my hand in the air, dismissing miss emotional. “Holding it all in never helps. Trust me, I know it’s the worst thing we can do to ourselves.”

  “Fuck this. C’mon bitches. Let me show you my issue.” Amara grabs her phone and rises, heading straight for the door. I follow closely behind and walk over to her car. We both wait for
a minute before we see Kat’s lazy ass getting in the back seat. “I’m going to take you both to go see something and after I explain it the first time, there will be no more questions. Understood?”

  “You got it,” I say, while Kat grumbles something in response.

  For the next thirty-five minutes we’re driving on the highway. At this point, I’m wondering if Amara is just pulling our legs. If this is some twisted way to tell us to mind our own business, but when the car suddenly comes to a halt in front of a billboard, I don’t know what to think.

  Amara points to the billboard, “That right there is why I’m acting so different.”

  “What do you have against a billboard?”

  She huffs, “Jesus, it’s not about the billboard, Camila. It’s about the woman on the billboard.”

  My eyes scan over the lettering that covers it, “Rebel Rose. Looks like she’s appearing at a club. She must be famous or something to be doing that, right?”

  Amara leans back in her seat, eyes focused on the billboard. From the passenger seat, I can see the turmoil that’s going through her mind. Now I’m just wondering why she’s being tormented as she looks at this pretty woman’s photograph.

  “A long time ago, that used to be Widow’s girlfriend.”

  “So?” I say, looking back between this Rebel girl and Amara. Still, the pain is plastered across her face. I just don’t understand why.

  “At that same time, she used to be my best friend.”

  Oh shit, here we go.

  “She vanished out of nowhere years ago. We didn’t know why. She was just here one minute and gone the next. The only thing we got was a text message to the both of us saying that she didn’t want to be in this life anymore, and not to go looking for her. So, we didn’t. I wasn’t fucking looking for her, but yet here she is, right in front of my god damned face!” Amara slams her hand on the horn, and I see the tears threatening to come out of her eyes. “I wasn’t looking for her. But once I found her, I couldn’t help but want to know more. I couldn’t help that. I needed to know if she was happy, if she got married or what. I just needed to know that she was okay. So, I hired a private investigator and found out much more than I bargained for.”