Untamed Bad Boys: Gay Series Box Set

by Aaron Riley

  I wanted them dead. No, worse then dead, I wanted them to be tortured slowly for a thousand years. But if we stayed there any longer, more men would die.

  Our bike engines thundered as we escaped into the night. The Devil's Hellions MC came out of the battle unscathed. The Fires of Hell lost one guy and another injured. The Death Merchants lost the most. We must have killed at least twenty of them.

  I'd find out later that we got their President and Vice-President. A complete success. The Death Merchants would have a hard time coordinating revenge. And even if they did attack, they'd have to take out all the Fires of Hell first.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Patrick

  Sitting in the empty clubhouse, waiting for Phoenix to come back was eating away at my nerves. I paced around the bar and pool tables, my fingers locked together.

  What if Phoenix was killed? Or seriously injured?

  I imagined him being brought in, his arms around the shoulders of Tank and Tater. They fling his bullet-ridden body onto one of the pool tables, blood pooling into puddles and pouring into the pockets of the table.

  I shook the nightmare away and went to the bar for a drink. I picked up a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels and poured a glass. I noticed something funny on the glass and looked closer to find a smudge of blood.

  Phoenix tried to shield me from seeing the massacre that happened here but I had seen enough. The corpses littered the floor, their dead eyes staring up at me. Just like Cash back in the basement. Was he still down there? Dead and lifeless. I didn't dare go down there to check. I couldn't face that monster again.

  I left the blood-smudged glass on the counter and took the bottle of Jack instead. I sat down on one of the bar stools and spun around. The first few tastes scorched the insides of my throat on the way down. As the alcohol warmed me up, the burning sensation subsided.

  I wondered how why I was still here. I could leave at any point. Phoenix nor Byron owned me. I could go back to school. Have friends again. Become normal.

  I thought about calling Heather to tell her that I was all right. But I had no idea what to even tell her. My story sounded ludicrous. I wasn't even sure I believed it.

  What I did believe was that my heart was connected to Phoenix's. I barely knew the man but he had a power about him. It wasn't just all physical attraction either. I would have left the first chance I got if it was only about the sex.

  Phoenix was the first real man I'd ever met. Someone that I could spend the rest of my life with.

  But did I really want to live the outlaw life? This nerve-wracking feeling I was experiencing right now would only be just a taste. I could be living every day in fear that we would be killed by any one of the Devil's Hellions' enemies.

  The bar rumbled as I heard motorcycles parking outside. Please be okay, Phoenix. Please be okay. I closed my eyes and chanted over and over again. I couldn't get the image of a almost-dead Phoenix laying on the pool table.

  The door opened and in came Phoenix, Tater, and Tank. All alive with not even a scratch. I bounded off the bar stool and jumped into Phoenix's arms, smacking my lips against his. Phoenix was exhausted. I could see it in his eyes.

  “How did it go?” I asked, sitting back down at the bar. Tater and Tank came around and poured themselves drinks.

  Phoenix took a sip from my whiskey bottle. “We hit them hard. Byron lost a man but we took out the majority of The Death Merchants MC.”

  Tank lifted his glass. “To our fallen brothers. May you rest easy now that you're avenged.”

  Phoenix almost broke down in tears. He'd been through so much lately. Lost so many friends. Phoenix lifted the bottle and clinked it against Tank's glass. Tater silently drank in the corner. Even with the success they just had, the men knew that their MC would never be the same. Sacks County would never be the same.

  “What now?” I asked Phoenix.

  “We rebuild the Devil's Hellions MC.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Phoenix

  The clubhouse was returned to it's former glory. Patrick did his part in cleaning the entire place until it was spotless. The dead were buried and remembered. Cash was a casualty of the Mexicans and Tank and Tater could never know what really happened to him.

  The three of us sat around the meeting table that Tater had finally finished carving. A large devil was cut into the wood. The words Devil's Hellions MC were burned into the table. I looked up at the freshly framed photos of the recently deceased. Blaze's eyes stared back at me.

  The first time I met him, I was a freshman in high school. He was so big and confident. I thought he had to be a senior because he looked so mature but he was the same age as me.

  When I found out he was into motorcycles, I tried to learn as much about them as possible just so we would have something in common. I wanted to be just like him. He was our leader and the founder of the Devil's Hellions MC.

  The seat at the head of the table was empty. We didn't dare go near it. “First thing we need to do is elect a new president,” I choked out.

  Tater spoke up, “There's only one man that can lead us now.” Tank nodded in agreement, grinning at me like a son of a bitch.

  I sighed and buried my head in my hands. I never wanted to be president. Blaze was always our leader. How could I ever fill his shoes? I stood up from my seat and was almost tempted to run for the door. I took the chair at the head of the table and sat down.

  The view looked spectacular. I grabbed the wooden gavel that Blaze had held so many times before. The end was nicked and raw from being hammered down so much. Blaze made a lot of important decisions in this room. Not all of them I agreed with. But the MC wouldn't have gotten this far without him.

  I slammed down the gavel. “I bring this meeting to order. All those in favor of Phoenix as the new President of the Devil's Hellions MC say aye.”

  Tank and Tater began slowly pounding the table and then picking up speed until the booming was deafening. The Devil's Hellions MC had a new Prez.

  I couldn't fully commit to President until I had taken care of one more thing.

  Patrick sat at the bar, nursing an entire whiskey bottle. He had been through so much since the kidnapping. And he had stood by me. He was still here after everything I did to him.

  But I couldn't let my heart govern this club. I needed to be focused one-hundred percent. I couldn't let a guy cloud my mind. Everything was on the line and I wouldn't sacrifice my club for a tight ass.

  I admired him as he fiddled around on the bar stool. I could take him for a spin one last time—come inside him until my balls were bone dry. I'd love to feel those lips around my throbbing cock, sucking on me so hard. My jeans tightened at just the thought of having Patrick. But I couldn't anymore.

  I had to be mature and responsible now. It was funny because I never would have considered Blaze “mature” or “responsible.” But he must have been to take the club this far.

  I sat down at the bar next to Patrick and took a long drag on the bottle of Jack Daniels. I was going to need a lot of liquid courage. The alcohol warmed me on the way down, my head already feeling the buzz. Another couple swigs and I was looking as red as Patrick.

  “I'm glad you got back safe,” Patrick said, facing straight ahead at the bar. “I was worried there for a moment. I didn't know what Byron was going to do to you after you took out the Mexicans. I'm glad he kept his word.”

  “Me too,” I replied, grabbing for another bottle of whiskey behind the counter.

  “He used to be really nice. My brother. We used to play in the backyard together and he'd protect me from monsters and dragons. But as we grew older, he took things a bit too literally. He was so possessive and demanding. I could never go back to that.”

  I took a deep long breath that would hopefully instill me with bravery. “Patrick, I'm the new President of the Devil's Hellions now.”

  Patrick turned to me and smiled. “You deserve it.” Behind his eyes, I could see the gears working. He knew whe
re this conversation was heading.

  “I don't know what we have between us but my MC needs me now. I won't have time for relationships. I can't do this with you anymore, Patrick.”

  Patrick dropped his head and nodded. He knew what I was going to say before I even said it. Patrick raised his head and looked at me with tears in his eyes. He went to open his mouth to say something but couldn't form any words. My heart was breaking within my chest. I wanted to hold him and tell him everything was going to be all right.

  But it would only make matters worse. I turned to walk away, my feet buried in cement. I couldn't let my emotions rule me. I stepped away and Patrick whispered my name before I shut the door on him forever. There'd be plenty of men to fill my bed and give me that much needed release with no strings attached.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Patrick

  My entire life was crumbling before me. I sat at the bar and polished off a couple bottles of whiskey. What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't go back to Byron and I wasn't welcome with the Devil's Hellions anymore.

  I couldn't help but laugh at my situation. When I was hostage, all I could think about was escaping from this place. Now I wanted to stay here now more than ever. But Phoenix was done with me. He was just like every other biker. Their head so far up their ass that they couldn't see what was right in front of them.

  Fuck Phoenix. I didn't need him.

  I went to the only friend left, Heather. She acted like I had been dead and resurrected. I told her the long story about being kidnapped and all about Phoenix. She let me stay in her dorm room which her roommate didn't like too much. But I had no where else to go. I couldn't stomach the thought of going back to my parents. They pretty much exiled me after I went to live with Byron.

  But what was I supposed to do?

  I tried going to class, keep my mind of Phoenix and the Devil's Hellions. School just didn't interest me much anymore. Heather tried to take me out to a club but I just ended up going back to the dorms early.

  Weeks passed by and I thought I was going to go crazy. Sleeping on the floor of Heather's dorm room made me feel like I was homeless. In fact, I was homeless. Barely had any money to my name, and not even a bed to sleep on. My life had hit rock bottom. There was only one place where I belonged now.

  Heather thought I was insane for getting a tattoo. “It's not like you, Patrick,” she said.

  “You don't know me anymore, Heather,” I replied. I didn't like burning the last good friendship I had but it was the truth. I was a different person now.

  Heather held my hand as the man with giant plugs in his ears inked my back. The Phoenix was nothing compared to what I had been through the past couple months.

  I found myself back at the Devil's Hellions clubhouse. There were a few new faces but the place was still pretty empty. Tater smiled when he saw me approach the bar.

  “Didn't think I'd see you around here anymore. What can I get you?”

  “A quick shot of whiskey and Phoenix if he's around.”

  Tater poured a shot and yelled across the room. Tank had his head buried in the tits of some Asian whore. “Hey Tank, you've seen the Prez around?”

  Tank came up for just enough air to reply. “In the meeting room.” His tongue flicked out and the slut on his lap giggled.

  I grabbed the shot and let it slowly drain down the back of my throat. I hadn't seen Phoenix for more than a month and I had no idea how I'd react. I had to subdue the urge to jump his cock. We weren't like that anymore.

  I said my goodbyes to Tater and opened the door to the meeting room. The wood table had a nice carving of a devil and new framed photos had been nailed to the walls of fallen members. Phoenix sat at the head of the table, his face covered in shadows. He looked like a mob boss right out of the Godfather films.

  Phoenix stood up, his palms face down on the table. “I didn't think I'd see you back here, Patrick. My mind hasn't changed.”

  His voice was just as deep and sexy as I remembered. My legs shivered as I murmured, “I know...I know. I didn't come back here for you.”

  Phoenix swaggered around the table and came into the light. His chiseled chin looked good enough to eat and his dark eyes stared back at me. The tension between us was palpable. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. But it wasn't meant to be.

  “Now that I'm back to my normal life, I realized I don't want it anymore. I dreamed of it day and night while I was locked away down in your basement but so many things have changed. I want to be apart of something. Become somebody important. The Devil's Hellions MC can give me that.”

  Phoenix put up his hand to get me to stop. “I don't know if this life is for you, Patrick. I don't want to see you hurt. I couldn't bear it.”

  Phoenix still cared for me and that was nice but I wouldn't let anyone try to shield me anymore. I got enough of that from Byron. I was my own man now. “I've been here during the worst times of this motorcycle club. And I want to be here to rebuild.”

  I turned around and lifted the back of my blue shirt. The tattoo was still fresh and stung with a phoenix. Phoenix's fingers grazed my inked skin and I flinched.

  “Property of Devil's Hellions MC,” Phoenix said, reading aloud my tattoo.

  I faced Phoenix again to see him smiling. “I'm serious about this.”

  Phoenix hugged me and whispered in my ear. “I see that now. Go behind the bar and help Tater out.” His musky scent was overwhelming and I wanted to kiss him so badly. But I had to resist. Someday maybe we could be together. But for Phoenix, the MC would always be a priority.

  Epilogue

  Phoenix

  Present Day

  Patrick stuck around throughout the years, even during the hard times. It was difficult to have him around—a constant reminder of the life I could've had if I only made a different choice. I was always searching for something that was right in front of me.

  It wasn't too late for Dagger and maybe it wasn't too late for an old man like me.

  I found myself on the doorstep of Patrick's apartment, too afraid to knock. Fearful of what lay beyond the door. The complex he lived in was rundown and grimy. Graffiti stained the walls and drug dealers stood on each corner.

  In all the years I knew Patrick, I had never visited his home. Now I knew why he never wanted me over. I could've changed all this. I could've provided him with everything he needed.

  Instead, I kept him at arm's length, never giving him the love he deserved. And Patrick deserved it all.

  I slammed my fist on the door as my knees almost caved in. My heart pounded in my throat and a wave of nausea came over me. A moment later and nothing. What if he wasn't home?

  I could leave and act like it never happened. But I saw his car parked outside. He could be in trouble. I needed to help him.

  The door creaked opened before my knighthood kicked in. Patrick stood there with big eyes. “Phoenix...what are you doing here?”

  “I'm no longer the President of the Devil's Hellions MC.”

  Patrick looked confused, his head cocked to the side. “Oh my god. I had no idea you were even thinking about retiring.”

  I had to take what was mine. I pushed the door and and welcomed myself inside. Patrick stepped back, allowing me in. “I came here for you, Patrick.”

  Patrick closed his eyes to try and process all the new information. “What are you talking about?”

  I closed the door behind me and locked it. “I made a terrible mistake all those years ago.” I stepped within inches of Patrick, his wrinkled eyes staring up to mine. We were both old now. But he was still as handsome as the first day I met him. “I just didn't know how bad of a mistake until now.”

  Our kiss could have powered a nuclear reactor. All the pent up emotions we had for each other over the years was exploding. His lips tasted just as soft and sweet as they did all those years ago. How could I ever forgive myself for not kissing this mouth every day I was near him.

  I felt down the sides of his waist
and around his back. Patrick shivered to my touch. I grabbed his ass and forced him against me. We kissed passionately again, our tongues dancing around.

  “I can't wait another second, Phoenix. Take me now and take me hard. You better make up for all the time we lost.”

  I didn't need to say another word. I fumbled around with my belt buckle and dropped my jeans to the ground. Patrick felt up my thick shaft, stroking me over my boxer briefs.

  I turned Patrick around until he faced away. I bent him over the back of his dirty couch, his ass pressed against me. I pulled down my boxers and placed my cock between his cheeks.

  I could've come right then, spraying my milky seed all over his hot ass. But I needed to feel him again.

  I sunk my pulsing cock into his ass, sliding right in with ease. The warm tight feeling around my shaft almost made me climax. I pushed further and further, filling Patrick up completely. It's exactly as I remembered it.

  I took him from behind, my hips smacking against Patrick's soft ass. I traced my finger across the old faded tattoo: Property of Devil's Hellions MC.

  Patrick screamed my name over and over again, disintegrating as he came. I clenched my teeth and found my release, filling him with my warm cum. We became one and I knew he was all mine. Patrick was Phoenix's Property now.

  The End

  Broken Down

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