Archer: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Rae B. Lake

  “How about I just blow a fucking hole through your face and end all this.”

  Alejandro focused his attention on Wire without an ounce of fear and looked down at his patch, “Wire right? Or should I say, Dillon Granger, you do a lot of good killing. I like that. But If I don’t walk out. Your women Keeley, your daughter Lily.” He turned to Prez, “Your woman, Laura, your niece Madison,” he turned to Clean, “your momma, Denise, she's is finally getting back on her own two feet. They won’t be killed, no, they will be taken from their comfortable homes and thrown in cells. They will be beaten and raped and traded off for favors. They will never be safe. As for you, the very gates from hell will open y mi gente will hunt you to the end of the earth. Nothing will stop them. You are in a world right now that I promise you won’t survive.” He walked over to my brothers, “So do you want to test your luck?” He looked at all of them, “No?”

  He walked through them, and they rushed over to me and to Daria.

  “Presidente? I’ll be in touch. I lost a lot of good men from the Cobras, they promised me something and did not deliver. I was so disappointed.” Then in a flash, he pulled out a silenced weapon aimed it at Thad and shot him twice in the head. The blow snapping his head back and causing his blood to splatter against the walls and the ceiling. “So disappointed.”

  I could see the shock in everyone’s faces, even Wire blinked a few times. We were all killers, but he shot Thad, in cold blood, without a care in the world. Not concerned that we would retaliate, or that we would start running and screaming, and certainly not that there were witnesses to his act. His conscience was clear.

  “I see you soon, yeah?’ He said to Prez, then walked towards the stairs not even taking the time to look back.

  As soon as the door closed below, a collective gasp tracked through the room.

  “What the fuck! How the fuck did he know about our god-damn families! Who the fuck is this bitch?” Wire threw his hands up in the air.

  “That is the North America partner,” Clean said closing his eyes and stuffing his hands into his pockets. “There are three partners in this cartel, three brothers, he owns the Huasans business ventures in North America. He has ties with every known defense network, has been known to kill people in broad daylight and get off scot-free, no one will press charges. It’s like he’s untouchable. Essentially we’re fucking screwed.”

  “No we aren’t, we’ll get through this. He doesn’t know who he is messing with.”

  “I would love to get through this but, you know, I’m fucking dying here!” I yelled up from the floor where I was still bleeding out from the gunshot wound in my shoulder. I was having a hard time taking a deep breath, and the blood that I was losing made me think that maybe the bullet nicked an artery.

  I looked up at Daria and could see that she was completely shaken up.

  “Come on, brother let’s get you fixed up.” Clean came over and helped me up. I wanted to push him off and stand on my own, but I was so weak that I just leaned against him.

  I don’t remember when I passed out but when I woke up again I was staring up at the ceiling in my room at the club, an IV in my arm, and all alone.

  Chapter 26

  “Damn, brother you look like shit.” Clean walked in after I realized where I was.

  “Thanks, where’s Daria?’ I asked, unable to remember if she had gotten hurt or not. I thought that I remembered her being ok but then so much happened maybe I was wrong.

  “She’s here.”

  I looked around the room again, maybe I was hallucinating or something like that.

  “Well then why isn’t she in the room?”

  “She was a bit shaken up by everything that went down.”

  “Ok, but why is she not in here with me?” I could feel the doubt trying to creep back into my mind and the longer she was away from me, the more I was starting to think that this life was too much for her.

  “You have to talk to her man.” Clean looked away from me.

  “Clean, tell me what the fuck is going on?” I sat up in the bed, the pain in my shoulder willing me to lay back down. “Please, if I have to go after her I need to know.”

  “She’s skittish, on the edge. If you fight hard she’ll stay.” He winked at me once. “I might have to manhandle her a little to get her in here. You cool with that?”

  “Yeah, no permanent marks,” I said hanging my head down. I didn’t know what I could say to keep her around, I mean she saw a man get shot in the head right in front of her face. She saw all the damage I did to the men in her house. I don’t know how to prove to her that this crew wasn’t all guns and drugs.

  “No, no, no. I can’t go in there!”

  I could hear Daria pleading through the door. Clean burst into my room with Daria thrown over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

  “There you go, brother.” He dropped her on her feet right in front of me. He gave me a salute and walked out of my room.

  “Hi.”

  “Where were you?” I asked trying to cut through all the bullshit. I was too tired to even try right now.

  “I was just downstairs. I haven’t left since we got here.”

  “Daria, I know you have been through a lot of shit. I mean my life will never be simple or beige-” I took a breath.

  “Archer, I’m sorry.”

  “No wait, I’ve never-” I shook my head trying to gather my thoughts “You gave me hope.”

  She cut me off again, “I know you will never forgive me.”

  Wait, what?

  “Hold up. What are you sorry for?” I looked up at her a bit confused.

  “What do you mean?” She stared at me like I had shit poking out from my ears. “I shot you!” Her voice screeched.

  “What?”

  “I shot you, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” She slapped her hands to her face and began to sob into her palms.

  I couldn’t believe my ears, and for the first time in a long time. I began to laugh, real belly laughs.

  Her head popped back up when she heard me laughing, “What the hell is so funny?”

  “Are you kidding? I thought you were leaving me!” I laughed some more, “What do you mean you shot me, you didn’t shoot me. You saved my ass.”

  She walked over to where I was and sat on the bed. “How can you say that?”

  “Daria, if you hadn’t shot that man he would have killed me.”

  “If I didn’t shoot, you wouldn’t be shot right now. I missed or I didn’t do it right or I don’t know but this,” she pointed at my arm, “this is my fault.”

  I pulled her into my arm, “I am alive because of you. In more ways than one. You are constantly saving my life, ma chérie. I love you. I can’t do this without you.”

  She looked into my eyes, “I love you too Archer, all of you.”

  “What about everything else you saw at your house?”

  “Everything else? You protected me. They broke into my house, it was that other guy who was the bad guy. He is the one I’m afraid of.”

  I finally released all the tension that I had pent-up inside of me. I pulled her to me. I kissed her hard. “No more lies, no more secrets, and no more holding back”

  “Yes, Archer, yes.”

  That’s my girl.

  “No more secrets?” She mumbled against my lips.

  I pulled back looking into her eyes, “Tell me.”

  “You know when I was shot the gun?”

  Like I could ever forget. “Yeah.”

  “I think I liked it.” She looked down.

  I smiled brightly at her as she looked back up to kiss me again. I was exactly where I belonged.

  Epilogue

  -Three months later-

  The shrill screeching of the phone broke up the sounds of slapping flesh. I pushed my wife further onto the countertop and pounded into her honey hole from the back. She was looking so fucking delectable as I walked by to stock the ammo crates, that I couldn’t resist. I had to have her
, and right then.

  “Archer, mmmm.” She let out a long-satisfied groan as she reached back with her hands to grab my thighs and dig her nails into my legs. She loved to see what she could do to make me lose control. I loved to let her try. I hissed out in pain as I used my free hand to swat her backside, she yelled out but ground down on me faster.

  The shrill ring went off again.

  “What the fuck, go away!” Daria picked up the phone and slammed it back down on the receiver.

  My good girl was turning just a bit bad. Especially when it came to sex. A few months ago she would have never cursed at anyone on the phone.

  Yeah, I corrupted her.

  I pounded into her hard once while yanking on her hair so that she was in a standing position. “Oh ma chérie, was that polite?”

  “Archer, I…” She was looking for an excuse, something that would get her out of trouble.

  I swatted her a little harder on her ass and began to move almost tortuously slow, every time she tried to pick up the pace I held her still. “I asked a question, I want a proper answer.”

  “No, that was not polite.” She said in a contrite voice.

  The phone rang again, whoever was on the line was not giving up.

  “Pick it up,” I ordered.

  Daria turned to me slightly.

  “Do it, and you know I don’t like to share, so don’t let them know you’re getting fucked.”

  “Oh no.”

  This was going to be hilarious. Daria was so many wonderful things but one thing she was not was quiet, everyone in the clubhouse had heard her scream my name at one time or another. Even with a ball gag, she is exceptionally loud.

  “Answer!” I commanded again.

  Daria whimpered then picked up the phone, “Wings of Diablo Shooting Range, can I help you?” Sweat already starting to bead on her forehead from the exertion that came with trying to keep her pleasure controlled.

  “Oh my god, oh my god! Is this really the Wings of Diablo clubhouse?” A woman screeched on the line.

  After the massive blow out at Daria’s house with Alejandro Vilanuevas, Daria came to live with me. She had a wonderful suggestion that we do something with all the fucking land we had around the club. I mean it was acres and acres of land that was just sitting there. I decided to teach her how to shoot because, to be honest, I was more afraid she was going to blow my dick off by accident one day. Who the fuck shoots with their eyes closed? It was her suggestion that we make a small shooting range, that way we could all be “certified” to teach folks how to shoot. We could all get licensed to carry a gun and the club would make some extra fucking money. Daria made the website and ran the front of the house, even ordered us the ammo and weapons when needed. It was technically a win win situation. What we didn’t expect was how many women fucking loved to be around guns, in a safe environment of course. Firing the guns got the ladies hot, and more times than not it wasn’t long before the instructor and the student were somewhere in the back fucking the shit out of each other. Clean was our most dedicated teacher, he had a new student every day could get.

  I picked up the pace behind Daria, reaching up to play with her sensitive nipples.

  “Mmmmm, ah hmm,” Daria said in response, she had her hand plastered over her mouth.

  “Oh this is so fucking cool, listen, is there an availability today for a party of six?”

  “Yes!” Daria said in response, but almost at a level that was a bit inappropriate. She put her fist back into her own mouth her whimpers and sound effects getting louder and louder. Her body already shaking, her juices running down over my cock.

  “So, what do we need to bring?”

  I reached around her and began to roughly massage her clit, within seconds she was cumming.

  “Oh my God, just fucking cum!” Daria screamed into the phone and slammed it down.

  I laughed and kept on pounding into my woman.

  “Oh, oh, fucking shit, I’m cumming! Fuck Archer! Yes!” She screamed at her usual loud pitch.

  I watched her body clench up and then shake furiously as she came all on my shaft. I pumped two more times and was following right behind her. A growl tearing through my chest at the intensity of the orgasm, “Fucking hell, Daria, fuck!” I fell onto her, crushing her to the countertop for a second before I could raise up and fully catch my breath.

  I grabbed her hair and lifted her head so that I could whisper into her ear. “That’s my good girl.”

  She smiled in return for a second before her eyes went wide and a brighter blush began to creep up her face. I turned my gaze to where she was looking.

  The fucking phone was off the hook.

  Daria picked up the phone with shaky hands, “Uh…hello?” I could almost see her praying to God that no one was on the line.

  “Errr, yes, can we have Archer as our instructor?” The woman asked with riotous laughter from whoever was around her.

  Daria slapped a hand to her mouth and slammed the phone down on the receiver. She turned into me and started to laugh. “That’s one way to get the word out.”

  Epilogue- Prez's order

  Prez’s POV

  I sat in my chair at the head of the table, the weight of my patch leaning on my heart. I looked around at all the men in the room, the church was packed with new members, old members and members that would never be replaced. They all looked to me, waiting on a fucking directive. A hint of where this shit show was to go. They would cut the balls off of bull if I asked, all the blood that they would ever spill was on me and I was perfectly fucking fine with that.

  This cumswab Alejandro Vilanuevas, threatened my woman, he threatened me, and he threatened my brothers. There is not a fucking chance in hell I was going to let that shit fly. There would be death, there would be blood, and we would lose some people. If that was the fucking price we had to pay, I was going to pay it.

  I banged the gavel once to let everyone know that meeting was about to start, “Brothers, most of you have been with me through a lot of shit. I couldn’t ask for a more loyal group of soldiers. But now this Alejandro, whoever the fuck he is, thinks he can come into this town and burn us. He thinks that heads won’t roll if he shows us how big his dick is. So I ask you all, are we a bunch of pussies or are we going to take the fuck back what is ours?” I didn’t wait for a response, they’d do what I said, or they’d be stripped of their patch, it was that simple. “Shit will be rough, we will kill, we will steal, fuck, even women and children are no longer off the table, we have to be as ruthless as that fuck, and we will be. We don’t know when he or his people are going to show up and demand whatever the fuck they think they are deserving, but we will drop the fucking world on his head if it means protecting our own. We are getting more members, bringing allies into the fold. When that shit stain comes back we will be ready for him. He will wish he never fucked with the Wings of Diablo.”

  I looked around the room, there was no question in anyone’s eyes. They knew this was the fucking road that we were on when they joined up, playtime was over. Let the bodies hit the fucking floor.

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