by M. L. Beeson
Running my hands through my hair I let out a huge breath of frustration. “Fuck!” I swipe my arm out and smack the shelf off the wall sending its contents crashing to the floor. Turning around, I look at each of my men slowly, gauging their expressions. Not saying anything else, I barge out of the office and out to the parking lot to find my bike where I left it.
Swinging my leg over and taking a seat, I bring my bike to life. Nudging my stand to swing up off the ground, I put the bike in gear giving it a hand full of throttle and burn rubber, out onto the highway back towards the clubhouse. I made it back to the clubhouse in record time. Skidding into the gravel lot, I park my bike where it came to a halt, not bothering to park it in my normal spot at the head of the line. Killing the engine, I stand and grab my phone and send a message to Leo.
Blade 1:29 a.m.: Get everyone’s asses into the meeting room for an emergency church! Find me Megan Livingston, seems like she is the only person Ginger keeps in touch with, we may need her.
Leo 1:31 a.m.: On it, boss.
That is what I loved about Leo, he and I thought a lot alike and with all the shit going down I am glad he is on our side.
Barging into the clubhouse, I motion for Riley to kill the music. Walking up to him at a brisk pace. “Clear everyone out, we are having an emergency church meeting. I only want members in this building; our members and the Las Vegas guys, you and Marcus will sit in as well.”
Looking at me wide eyed and noting my serious tone, Riley is quick to jump up on the bar. “Party is shut down, you have exactly sixty seconds to clear out of the building before I start shooting people,” he shouts over everyone’s banter.
I was impressed that everyone actually listened to the prospect and started to hustle out of the bar doors. Shay and the other club girls were still sitting on the sofas after everyone cleared out. What the fuck? Did they not fucking hear the man?
Hearing the slide of Riley’s 9mm pistol click into place as a confirmation that a round is now in the chamber, the girls’ eyes widened but they did not make an attempt to move.
“Did you not hear what the fuck I said?” Riley barked at them harshly.
Melanie was the first to speak up. “We fucking live here! Where the hell are we supposed to go?” Not saying another word, Riley raises his weapon out in front of him taking aim, Melanie was dumb enough to give him an antagonizing look as she just sat on her ass making no attempt to move what-so-ever.
“Boss?” With a single nod of permission, a loud BANG rang throughout the clubhouse. Riley fires his weapon, lodging the 9mm round between Melanie’s eyes. Good aim. She was killed before the casing even hits the floor. She slumped to the ground with a thud and laid lifelessly as blood poured out of the hole in her head.
That was enough to make Shay and Destiny jump to their feet with shrieks of terror as they book it out of the bar doors, not looking back. These bitches needed to learn to take fucking orders and know that they are at our disposal.
Patting Riley on the shoulder, I turn to walk into church. “Good job bro, it was time those bitches knew they were at our fucking mercy. I’ve let that shit slide for too long. Now when everyone gets here, I want this clubhouse on lockdown until church is over, we will decide what to do after the meeting. After everyone is here and its locked-down, join us in the meeting room.”
Putting his gun back behind him in his waist band he acknowledges my strict directions. “Uh, yeah boss.” Leaving Riley to greet everyone and then lock up the clubhouse, I enter the meeting room and sit in my seat at the head of the table and start to lose myself in my thoughts of Ginger.
A couple days after I stuck my neck out with Ginger and told her that I didn’t want anyone but her, I was coming out of the meeting room when I caught wind of some shit pop song. Heading towards the crappy music, I walked into the bar to find Ginger wearing a pair of snug spandex shorts that stuck to her like a second skin and a tank top. She was moving to the beat and working her magic on the stripper pole that we had in the corner of the bar.
I am so thankful that most of my men are still passed out and that it is just Riley in the bar, stocking the necessities as Ginger dances. One thing that I have taken notice to and admired about Riley is he looks out for Ginger and is protective almost like a brother, so I have no worries about him seeing her dance.
Taking my time, I slowly and silently maneuver towards the sofa and take a seat so I am leaning back against the back of the couch and kick my legs up on the small table that Dozer brought in as some sort of coffee table. I enjoy watching Ginger dance and effortlessly move to the beat of the music. I admire how strong this little wildcat is she has some serious core strength. I watch as she jumps up onto the pole, wrapping her legs around the metal and let’s go with her hands as she falls upside down. She then grabs a hold of the pole and eases her legs loose bringing one completely straight as she continues to spin upside down.
It isn’t but more than a few seconds before she is wrapping her legs around and grabbing hold of the pole by the bend in her knees and she arches her back up, showing all of her ab muscles as she pulls herself upward and then slides down the pole until her feet are back on the floor. Her actions match the ending of the song; she was completely mesmerizing.
Looking my way, she stills as she makes direct eye contact with me. Walking heel to toe with a purpose she strides her sexy ass into my personal space.
“I thought you were working?” She tries to catch her breath from dancing.
“I was, but I heard some god-awful music and became curious as to what the hell was going on.” I reach out, grabbing her by the waist to bring her closer to me. Taking my actions as direction, Ginger lowers herself so that she is straddling my lap.
“Well, Riley had things handled, and you were working so I figured I would work out a bit.” She leaned into my neck, peppering it with light kisses, teasing the fuck out of me.
“I didn’t know you worked out,” I growl as I leaned into her neck mimicking her actions.
“I don’t normally but I like to dance.” Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I bring her lips to mine, absolutely ready to devour the beautiful woman sitting on my lap.
Whistling to get Riley’s attention. “You can go on break now. You can take thirty.” Stopping what he was doing, he exits the bar.
“Now baby, you can’t just tease me like that. Seeing you dance is sexy as hell,” I rasp in her ear, sucking her small lobe into my mouth and giving it a teasing nibble.
“Blade,” Ginger says under a heavy lust-filled breath, “right here? Where anyone could walk in?”
“Yeah baby, I want you to ride me. Seeing you dance has got me too worked up, I need your tight pussy.” I trail kisses down her chest landing between her tits. Grabbing her shoulders with my large hands, I pull the straps to her tank top and bra down her arms.
Wiggling out of my hold, she stands up instantly making me miss the pressure of her pussy against my hard cock. Watching with hooded eyes, she seductively loses her clothing and is only standing in her heels. Fuck.
I’m about ready to explode in my jeans. I unfasten and unzip my fly, releasing my needy cock.
Standing in from of me, Ginger bends at the waist to start to take her heels off, not missing the opportunity, I grab her waist and pull her down into my lap. Positioning my cock at her entrance, I rub the head of my cock through her sweet heat before entering her. Every inch that slowly enters her pussy, Ginger lets out the most enticing moans making it hard to keep myself in check.
Having enough of taking it slow, Ginger takes control and starts bouncing on my dick in the reverse cowgirl position, giving me the best view of her luscious ass. She arches her back and grabs my neck with her left hand and she bounces and rides my cock, taking what she needs; what we both need.
Hearing the door smash into the wall as it flies open is enough to bring my thoughts to a halt and back into reality. Thank fuck. Looking up, I see that Dozer, Farm-Boy, Leo, Riggs, Rex, Rage, Grizz, and
the prospects are taking their seats. Further towards the back, the Las Vegas crew is piling into the tight space trying to scrunch together so that everyone fits. When the last person in the room shuts the door, I look towards Riley. “Is everything locked down and secure?” Riley nods his head in confirmation and I start to get down to business.
“I called everyone in for this emergency church meeting because the Aryans have kidnapped Ginger.” It doesn’t take long to hear ‘fuck’ and ‘goddamn it’ come rushing out of all of the men’s mouths.
“We have them on video at Dirty Devil’s grabbing her and chloroforming her before putting her in a van for transport. We are now almost two hours behind them, they couldn’t have gotten too far, but I want everyone on this shit show and I want her back unharmed,” I bark out as my fist slams down onto the table.
“They will not get away with taking my woman, a part of this club.” Ginger and I may have stumbled into each other’s lives but it’s safe to say that she fits in perfectly and most of the members consider her family.
“Leo, what have you found on the Aryans and/or Megan Livingston?” I direct my gaze towards him. “Boss, the Aryans are still radio silent and for Megan, it looks like Ginger lived with her and Livingston’s daughter in Vegas before moving up here. Also, I cannot find any trace that Ross is anywhere in town, no credit card transactions, no pings on cell towers from his phone, nothing.”
Taking the information in, I follow up with Edge, the president of the Las Vegas chapter. “Do you have any contacts in Vegas that would be willing to pick up and escort Megan and her youngling up here to be put under our protection?”
He brings a finger up to his lips and picks at his chapped lips while thinking. “Yes, I do. I will make a call and get them up here as soon as I can.” Motioning my head towards the door, I give him permission to start making those calls.
Looking back towards Leo. “As for Ross, he is not our major concern, especially since he isn’t around. The Aryans are our main focus.”
“Dozer, I know Adrik said he had to ok things with Gedeon, but reach out and see if they would be willing to lend us a hand, I need any and all hands-on deck.” Taking that as a cue, Dozer darts out of the room to start making the necessary calls.
“Farm-Boy, I need you to reach out to Marshall and give him an update on our situation and have him keep his eyes open for any of those Aryan fucks at the sporting goods store. Also warn any other contacts and family you find necessary.”
Farm-Boy is our sergeant at arms so he keeps the peace and makes sure that everyone is aware, basically the head of security for our club and he is great at his job.
Turning my attention to Rex. “Rex, I want you to contact the customers at Savage Auto and inform them that you’re having a family emergency and things will be delayed. We need our sole focus on finding and eliminating the fucking KKK of the North.” Both men gave me nods of agreement.
I turn my attention towards Rage and Leo. “I want the both of you to get down to the chamber and start digging and looking into every crack and crevasse that those fucks could be hiding in here in Idaho, our surrounding states, and even in their known whereabouts in Canada.”
After I bark out orders and give my men their instructions, I finally turn towards our two prospects. Marcus looks pale like his he may pass out. He knows he fucked up by letting Ginger out of his sight. Riley on the other hand looks like he is ready and willing to enter this battle to retrieve Ginger.
“Marcus, go clean up the mess that Riley created with Melanie. Bitch wouldn’t oblige to his orders.” He looks at me with wide eyes. “What am I supposed to do with her?”
Looking directly into his eyes as my nostrils flare with rage. “Figure it the fuck out, and do not get caught because if you fuck up again, you’ll be next.”
Riley couldn’t help himself from making snide comments. “You know how to keep two whores in check?” Looking in his direction I raise my eyebrows looking for his reply.
“You kill the third one.” He says dryly. I couldn’t help but grin because it is so fucking accurate.
Marcus pales even more and his skin tints a shade of green like he is going to spew. Fuck, he was the promising prospect and now what I see in front of me is a giant fucking pussy. Mentally noted.
After each of the men started to take initiative and action on their set tasks, I ball both of my fists up and slam them on the hard table. “Fuck!”
Getting the hell out of church I make my way up to my room to only have it feel even more empty. Everything smells of Ginger. My room and bathroom are littered with what little belongings she owns. Fuck, I am never going to be able to think straight in here.
Backing out of my room, I head back down stairs and out into the lot to find the club girls shivering in the cold from their lack of clothing. “Get the fuck inside.”
I pass by them to my bike. I need to think. I need to make a trip to the lookout; I do some of my best thinking there
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
GINGER
The scary brute of a man tossed me over his shoulder like I was a sack of flour. He carried me down a long hallway with so many doors I lost count. I could only imagine that they held what I assumed was other women.
I was restrained to a rickety old chair, unable to move my hands as they are tied behind me. My legs each tied to the front legs of the chair. After immobilizing me, I was given two hard blows to the face and one to each side of my ribcage with a pair of brass knuckles before leaving me alone in this nasty room.
I’ve been trying to control my breathing for hours and to stay calm. My luck is shit though, I think my nose is broken and offset. I cannot breathe through it at all. All of the breathing techniques I learned as a child to calm myself down involve breathing in through my nose and out my mouth with long and deep breaths has been thrown out the damn window. I am breathing short and quick breaths in and out of my mouth. It is painful and only getting worse to try to take deep breaths.
At first, I hadn’t noticed it, but now that the pain in my face is starting to dull and just becoming a consistent throb, I am really feeling the pain in my ribs. They are more than likely broken. Ouch!
My hands are going numb from being constricted from blood flow for so long.
I need out of this fucking chair. I look around finally taking in my surroundings and I find that I am in an old tack room. It has hooks lining the walls and there is an industrial size sink in the corner. That’s it, that’s where I am. I am in an old horse stable. It makes sense with how many doors I saw.
Eyeing the sink in the corner again, I would literally kill for some water right now.
I try to tell myself that I am going to be ok, it seems like my body is starting to give up after the beating and going who knows how long without food and water. Shit, there it is again, the dire sensation of thirst. I need something to hold me over for a while. Looking towards the sink, I set my mind to an almost unreasonable task; get to the fucking sink.
Determined to get the wet liquid to my lips and down my dry throat, I clench my core muscles and try to lunge myself forward in hopes to break a leg or something off of this rickety ass chair. At this point I am just even trying to knock myself over and try to inch my way over to lick the puddle under the sink.
Fuck, the things you are willing to do when your body has been withheld nutrients and necessities for a while.
I move maybe an inch in my first attempt, so again, I clench my core and try to fling myself forward, only this time I start to rock back and forth. Hell yeah, progress!
I keep trying to get enough momentum and apply enough pressure to the front and back legs of the chair to get it to break. I am starting to tire, my ribs are sore and I can hardly breathe. Shit, this is not the time for my body to give up on me. Taking as deep of a breath as I can, I tell myself to try one last time before giving it a rest.
Finally, I hear a crack. That tiny sound gives me the most hope I have had since I have been here b
ut fuck, could I keep doing this? My breathing is turning more into wheezing as I exert myself.
When I hear laughter in the distance outside of the room, my survival instincts kick in. Yes, I can do this. I WILL do this! Lunging forward with all of my depleting strength, I force all of my weight forward before I am rock back on the hind legs of the cheer in which I fall off balance. Fuck yeah… Whack! My head bounces off the concrete floor and has me starting to see black spots fading in and out. That fucking hurt! My head is throbbing, mimicking my heartbeat as I feel all of the blood rushing through each individual vein in my head. I am pretty sure I have a concussion.
As I lay there trying to come to after almost knocking myself unconscious, I notice that the chair and I are laying on the floor in a heap. It broke! Thank you, Lord, I quietly whisper trying to give thanks where it’s needed.
I try to quickly sit up, I almost fall over again because of my sudden dizziness. Taking deep breathes- well as deep as I can bare, trying to get the oxygen flowing through my system again. I am able to move my legs out of the rope that had been restraining me to the chair.
Looking around, I search for something that is sharp enough and angled enough for me to cut the rope that is still holding my hands together behind my back. Looking down at the broken wood, one of the legs of the chair is splintered. Scooting over to it, I do my best to blindly rub the rope against the aged wood. After about ten minutes of continuous movements back and forth, I am able to get my hands free.
When my hands are finally free from the restraints, the blood flow returning to my fingertips feels like pins and needles but I need to stop dwelling and push past the pain. Not wasting another second, I get on my hands and knees and crawl my way over to the sink. Grabbing onto the top ledge, I grip it tight and use it as leverage to try and pull myself up to the standing position.