Iron Sinners

by H. J. Bellus

  “Have fun with Iceman and Animal. Hope they rape every single hole you have,” he sneers in my face.

  He wouldn’t leave me with them. Would he? I want to beg, plead, and cling to his leg. Grizz knows how scared I was when Iceman almost raped me. He doesn’t bother shutting the door behind him. Voices from the living room are clearer this time.

  “You look like someone just ate your puppy,” a deep voice chuckles.

  “Fuck off, Animal,” Grizz replies.

  Sounds of crashing and beating ensue. Moments later all is silent. A mixture of deep growls and shouts emanate from the living room. Crawling from the tub, I peek down the hall to see Grizz on top of Iceman. He has both hands wrapped around his neck, squeezing down.

  “You fucking touch her or even think about touching her, and I will kill you.”

  The anger laced in his voice makes me shake. I’ve never seen a man so violent or angry in my entire life. Grizz’s threat is no empty threat, but one he fully intends on carrying out.

  “You won’t kill a brother,” Animal warns.

  “Fucking watch me. Don’t look at her, don’t touch, and don’t even fucking talk to her.”

  Grizz climbs off Iceman, throws his fist through the wall, and yells at Digger, “Go get the shit I told you to bring. Take it to her and let’s fucking go.”

  “Take it yourself, prick, I don’t work for your ass,” Digger says.

  “That cunt is the last thing I want to see right now,” Grizz retorts and walks out the front door.

  I hear his motorbike come to life and roar down the driveway.

  “Guess he needs some real pussy,” Animal jokes.

  I tip-toe over to my room, wishing like hell Grizz could have controlled his temper and left the fucking door on the hinges. Now, I’m left with two of the creepiest club members in a room with no door. I settle on the bed, staring down at the bags with my new belongings in them. In a strange way they look vile to me now. Items I never wish to cherish, touch, or even wear.

  “Piper.”

  Turning my head, I see Digger standing in the doorway with a mini fridge in his hands. A fellow biker is standing behind him holding a door.

  “We’re going to fix some things up for you.”

  “Thanks,” I whisper.

  Laying my head on my pillow, I will myself to sleep.

  “Piper, wake up,” says Digger.

  “What?” I manage to mumble out.

  “Wake up.”

  Opening my eyes, Digger is perched on the side of my bed. I’m still clothed in only a towel, cuddled up on my bed.

  “Grizz had us put a mini fridge in here, fix your door, and stock up on groceries and meds. Everything you need is in here. We’ll be gone two days max. Okay?”

  “Why aren’t you staying with me?”

  “Mayor needs me on the road,” he replies.

  “And the club comes first, blah, blah, blah,” I reply.

  “Piper, you need to calm the fuck down. Grizz is trying, believe it or not.”

  “He went to her, didn’t he? He roared off on his bike before all of you to go to Kathy, didn’t he?”

  Digger doesn’t reply and the expression covering his face answers my question.

  Reaching up, I grab Digger’s face. His stubble tickles the pads of my fingers, and I realize again how similar the two men really look.

  “I should have listened to you. You were right. He’s destroying everything I thought I knew about myself. I love him and fucking hate myself for it.”

  Before Digger has a chance to reply, my lips are on his, and just as if I were kissing Grizz, I let go of everything. I pretend I’m kissing Grizz’s lips and his hands are on me. Digger lets go, covering me with his body and kisses me back. I feel his erection grinding into me.

  “Fuck me,” I whisper.

  His phone goes off and just like Grizz, the moment is cut short with their unwavering allegiance to their club. I can hear the asshole’s voice on the other end of the line and Digger obviously answers all his questions about my set up.

  Unwrapping the towel from my body, I sit up, throw my legs off the side of the bed, and remove his erection from his pants. Digger glances down at me while I go to work sucking on him. Not once does he try to stop me. He watches each of my moves as I swallow his cock. He lets out a silent grunt then grabs the back of my head, forcing me deeper and faster into him.

  He snaps his phone shut, tosses it across the bed, and really begins to fuck my mouth. All thoughts of him pleasuring me vanish, as I can only imagine Kathy fucking Grizz right now. I want to make him hurt and feel pain. The one thing I’ve learned in life: sucking cock is a small fee to pay to deal that type of hurt.

  “Use your teeth,” Digger growls.

  I sink my teeth down hard into him, feeling his cock start to pulse with his release and then I taste him. Digger grabs the back of my head, holding it tight to him, almost gagging me with his huge cock and release.

  “Tell your fuck-wit cousin you taste much better than him,” I say, as I walk towards the door.

  “He told you?” Digger asks in shock.

  “Yes.”

  “Then why did you just do that after you know everything he’s been through?”

  “Club comes first, right? I don’t matter to him.”

  Digger has no witty reply or lesson to preach this time. He shuts the fuck up. By the time I make it back to the room, he’s gone. His scent still lingers and only hurts my heart. How badly I want that scent to be Grizz’s, his body lying in bed next to me, his breath tickling my hair and his words loving me.

  I try hard to fall asleep, this time with little luck. The two bikers out in the living room are talking loudly. Curiosity piqued; I crawl out into the hallway and try to listen to their convo. I have to crawl further out of my room than I like to understand their muffles. Once the mumbles turn into words, I freeze.

  “Animal, this is going to fucking suck not having pussy for two straight days.”

  “You’re really thinking about sinking into some after that beat down?”

  “Fuck, Grizz didn’t do shit to me. I could’ve kicked his ass easy.”

  “Mmmm,” Animal mindlessly replies, as he reads some papers.

  Iceman is laid out on the couch with a cold beer in his hand, flipping through TV channels. He sits up, strides over to Animal, and slams his fists down on the table.

  “You just wait til this deal is over then I’ll get Grizz and fuck that pussy of his,” Iceman says.

  “Shut the fuck up. Don’t fucking talk about it. Got it? We need this to work to overtake Mayor. Keep your fucking blowhole shut. We’re close, but if anyone suspects anything it’s all over.”

  “She’s the key,” Iceman points towards my room.

  “Yeah, she’s definitely a golden gem in our plan.”

  “Have you spoken with the Devils lately?” Iceman asks.

  “You’re on a need to know basis, fuck nugget, and you don’t need to know.”

  “But they still believe it was Grizz who shot their members that night in the alley?” Iceman asks.

  Their words whirl around in my head, but are unable to sink in. Devils, overtake Mayor, kill Grizz…these are Iron Sinner brothers. What’s going on? My stupid stomach instantly lurches, and I have to quickly scramble to the bathroom.

  Two days to survive with the two men who are hatching a plan to kill Grizz and corrupt their own club. I’m stuck here in a room with no means of communication or transportation. I need to get to Grizz. Even if I had a phone, I guarantee the man wouldn’t answer my call right now.

  ***

  Day two without Grizz or Digger. They should arrive anytime now. I’ve kept to my room, not even seeing the other two men in the house. Their voices are always ever present. I haven’t had enough courage to eavesdrop on them anymore. With me as their golden gem, Grizz’s death sentence, and Animal playing two key clubs, I don’t think I have the ability to stomach anymore of it.

  T
oday is the day I have to make my move. I have to get to a phone and call Grizz or Digger. I don’t know either of their numbers, but I know one of them calls several times a day, checking in. If I can just get to Animal’s cell, then I could find the call history.

  Stepping out into the hall, dizziness hits me immediately and I’m not sure if it’s from the nerves or my blood sugar. One foot in front of another is the mantra I mentally chant over and over. I can do this.

  As I round the corner, I instantly see her. Immediately, I want to kick her ass. I catch the attention of Animal first. Kathy is on her knees blowing Iceman while another blonde is blowing Animal. Animal shoots me a filthy grin. As if he can read my mind, he says, “You disgusted there, princess?”

  “Fuck you,” I seethe, and walk into the kitchen.

  Kathy takes a minute to pop her mouth from the dick, and says, “You sure pissed off Grizz the other day. He’s never fucked me so hard.” Then she promptly goes back to her job while I keep to my mission.

  I keep my eyes peeled for a cell phone. Any phone or line of communication. I’d take a fucking walkie-talkie at this point. Pretending to look for something, I open the refrigerator. Animal walks in moments later, so I decide to check my blood sugar levels, which in reality needs to be done. I hope this makes my appearance more believable since I’ve been holed up the last two days.

  “Gonna die, bitch?” Animal questions.

  His question is followed by moans of ecstasy from the living room. I finally spot a cell phone sitting on the opposite counter behind him.

  “Fuck off,” I retort and turn my back on him.

  “Hurry your ass back to your room. We have business out here to finish, and well, you’re kind of in the way again.”

  Chrome is right by my side, acting as my guard dog. He may be my only saving grace. Animal grabs a bottle of water from the counter, picks up his phone, checks his calls and leaves. My heart finally beats again when he sets the phone back on the counter. Resting mere feet away from me is the key to saving Grizz, me, and several other people’s lives.

  Instantly I drop my testing kit before looking at the results or administering insulin, and grab the phone. The first number that pops up I hit send, hoping like hell Digger or Grizz’s voice sounds on the other end.

  “Devil here,” I hear a voice and instantly slam the flip phone shut.

  Next number.

  “Please God, please God, let this be Grizz or Digger,” I whisper to myself.

  A weird beep sounds, pulling the phone from my ear, I notice the red blinking battery. Fuck! The phone is about to die.

  “This better be good, fucker, I’m balls deep in a sweet pussy.”

  “Grizz,” I whisper.

  “Who is this?” the voice asks over the background moans and music.

  “Grizz,” my voice sounds again, a little louder this time.

  “Piper, is that you?” he asks.

  “It’s Piper. Come home. They’re going to…”

  One final beep and the phone goes dead before I have the chance to explain everything to Grizz. I search the kitchen for another phone. Seeing none, I make my way to the living room. The men are still busy with the rotten sluts, all their naked bodies covering the couches.

  Trying not to stare at the hot mess before me, I scan the room for another phone, and I finally spot one in the corner on a table. I lunge forward to grab it and sprint to my room. Midway down the hall, I feel a hand grab my shoulder. Iceman spins me around. Face to face with the fucker, I knee him in the nuts and try to run again. Chrome begins to bark and springs towards Iceman. This time the hand pushes me down, my head crashes into the edge of an antique curio cabinet, a single shot fires, and everything goes black.

  Chapter 8

  Grizz

  “Fuck!”

  “What’s up, Grizz?” Digger asks.

  “That was fucking Piper. Shit’s not right. Let’s go.”

  I haven’t been hard since threatening Piper and walking away from her. I’ve had over twenty fucking pussy-ass whipped speeches ready to give her, but decided to try to fuck her out of my system. The red head grunts in disappointment as I toss her.

  “NOW,” I roar.

  Digger is fucking a little blonde from behind. I’ve seen that look on his face before. He’s about to blow his fucking load. I wonder if his face got the same look with Piper or if it was even more. I wasn’t pleased when Digger came clean about him and Piper, but other than being a hypocritical fuck, what can I do? I want her more than anything, but don’t deserve her.

  Digger finally goes off inside the little blonde as I finish getting dressed.

  “Move your fucking ass, Digger, shit ain’t right.”

  “What did she say?”

  “She was stressed, I could hear it in her voice. She needs us.”

  Digger flies into his clothes and we’re on the road in a matter of minutes.

  ***

  Two hours later…

  We pull into the driveway. Nothing obvious is out of place, two Harleys, empty beer bottles strewn on the porch, and the front door open. Upon closer inspection, I notice the absence of Chrome and Piper running out to me. Piper not coming to greet me may be explained by my actions, but there’s no excuse for the missing dog. Even if Piper had him locked up in her room with her, he’d be jumping up and down trying to knock down the blinds to see me. The roar of a Harley is that dog’s favorite noise.

  “Something’s wrong, Digger. Be ready,” I whisper.

  We both enter my house with our guns drawn, ready to attack whatever is waiting us on the other side. To my surprise, fucking Animal and Iceman are comfortably sitting on the couch watching the tube and shooting the shit.

  “What the fuck’s up?” I ask, breaking the easy silence filling my house.

  “Not much, man,” Iceman replies, half stoned.

  As soon as he finishes his words, I spot a large bloodstain on my carpet.

  “Where’s Piper?”

  Animal steps up to me with concern covering his face. I can already tell something is definitely not right and shit has gone down while I was away. It’s no secret that Animal has seniority over me, but shit will still not sit well with me if he has hurt Piper.

  Losing all sense of control and loyalty to the club, I lose it all. “Where the fuck is she?”

  I grab Animal by the collar, slamming him up against the wall, crushing all the sheetrock around his body.

  “Fucking talk now. Last chance.”

  “Grizz, fucking settle. Piper tried to escape. Iceman stopped her, but she got hurt bad. The fucking cunt pulled a gun on us. She missed us, but hit Chrome. Dude, she killed your fucking dog. Iceman got his hands on her. She fell and hit the corner of the cabinet. She has a nasty head wound. She’s in her room.”

  I hear the words he’s speaking, but they are definitely not soaking in at all. Piper, gun, Chrome, dead, head wound. Something’s not adding up. Piper never would have fired a gun with the chance of hitting Chrome. I mean, she’s a selfish little bitch, but even at her lowest, I know Piper wouldn’t ever hurt Chrome.

  “I don’t believe you,” leaves my mouth before I realize what I say.

  “Chrome is out back. He’s dead. She shot him. Wanted to go home to her fiancé and real life. I’m sorry, dude.”

  I finally let go of Animal, as his words really, really soak in.

  “Grizz,” I hear Digger yell.

  His voice is faint and coming from down the hall. The clear panic is very evident in his voice.

  “Grizz,” he yells again.

  I run back to Piper’s room, immediately dying on the spot when her limp body comes into view. She has a gaping wound on her forehead, a bluish tone to her skin, and absolutely no signs of life anywhere. The girl is practically lying dead in front of me. The girl who has magically stolen my heart, made me feel again, and is the one thing I may want more than club life. She is lying in front of me, lifeless, void of all emotions and will to fight for h
er future. She’s gone.

  “Call…Call…Call Mayor,” I finally manage to stutter.

  I go to Piper’s side, half pissed off and ready to finish her off for shooting Chrome and the other half ready to revive her back to life. I find my hands mindlessly grabbing for her. Picking up Piper, every ounce of humanity I have left in me flows through every vein in my body, and I realize just how very fucking much I love this woman. Wet shit flows down my cheeks as the open wound on her forehead taunts me, and I realize in this instant that I’m losing her. I couldn’t protect her, even if it was from herself. I failed her. I failed another woman in my life.

  “Piper,” I whisper in her ear.

  She doesn’t move or respond, just lies lifeless in my arms.

  “Piper, I need you. I’ve fucked up. Come back to me.”

  She doesn’t move a muscle and I instantly die inside. I see red, and don’t care if she was trying to escape and shot my dog, those two fucks out there are going to pay for her pain. It kills me to lie her back down, but I do so. Leaving the room, I swear I hear Piper’s sweet little voice. I turn back to look at her lifeless body lying on the bed, and realize her eyes are open. Dashing over to her, I get down on my knees before her.

  “Piper girl, are you there?”

  She flutters her eyes at the sound of my voice.

  “Talk to me. Help is on the way. Hold on, baby girl. Hold on, please. I’m not mad at you. I know you were trying to escape, and I know that Chrome didn’t mean to get in the way. I know everything. Just hold on.”

  A look of fear mixed with confusion covers my girl’s face, and it’s my second sign that shit is not right. Piper begins to adamantly shake her head no. She tries to speak, but nothing but unintelligible sounds escape her.

  “Calm down, Piper. I’m here. Everything is going to be okay.”