Bad Boys of Romance - A Biker Anthology

by Kasey Millstead

  It was as if she could see into my mind and knew exactly how much more I needed. With the help of the Miami Mutherfukers, I’d taken over Bob’s Shark Bait Bar as Johnny Stevens. The real Johnny Stevens, a loner, died before his old man died and left him the bar. The Mutherfukers knew that because they’d killed them both. I’d cashed in a favor for intel and got one better. Johnny and I, we’d looked enough alike, so I’d assumed his identity for this gig and no one was the wiser. All this time, I’ve been watching Amun, coming up with my plan. You couldn’t kill someone like him without a plan, and I didn’t plan to leave a trail. Killing Harrow Amun would pay fifty grand. It wasn’t nearly enough for the risk, but I was desperate. Besides, I owed Shirley a favor. Amun was a son of a bitch, small potatoes mob boss who pissed off the wrong woman. Shirley was too smart to kill him herself and bring heat onto her own. He deserved to die and the world would thank me for it, but after all that, I’d still need another fifty grand to pay off the Sons of Satan.

  A hundred grand and the SOS would finally give in. I’d tried everything else, lost brothers fighting and burned too many bridges to count. A Nomad, one of the most distinguished titles in the Asphalt Gods MC, I was nothing but a killer now, dispensed whenever the Gods needed to clean up a mess. Truth was my brothers had grown tired of fighting my battle and didn’t want me around. I always seemed to be the last one picked for anything. I was starting to feel like the God’s little fat kid. Tired of it, I decided to go off on my own. If the General wasn’t my adopted daddy, they’d stripped me long ago. If they knew I made a deal with the devil himself, the President of the Sons of Satan, they’d shred me of my Nomad status right quick, no matter what the General said. He’d skin me of my ink himself and piss on my hide.

  Her words echoed in my head. “Fifty thousand, it’s all I have and it’s all yours.” When I didn’t answer her, she went on. “So, do we have a deal?”

  “Where’s the money?”

  She talked quick, desperation shaking her voice. “Safe. I’ll tell you everything you need to know to retrieve it.”

  “So, you go missing, dead, and I go looking for your money, no thanks sweetheart. What is this, some sort of set up?” As I said it out loud, it all sunk in. This could be a fucking set up, and I’d almost been taken down by a set of tits.

  “I can get it for you today,” She insisted.

  “And why would a pretty thing like you want to die so bad?”

  “That’s none of your business.”

  I slipped my balisong from my pocket, flipping it open. “Sweetheart, I am a killer. You’re right about me. But I don’t need your money,” I lied, just in case something was afoot here. This pretty thing ends up in my bed, begging me to kill her for the exact amount I need to get what I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember. She was the fucking pot at the end of the goddamn rainbow of shit that’s been my life. It just didn’t sit right with me. My luck had never been so good. She could be a plant, ATF or another Fed. Someone sent from the Miami Mutherfukers, they knew where I was or maybe they alerted the SOS, fuck, even my own brothers.

  She blinked, letting another tear fall and for a second I thought I saw real fear in her eyes. A pretty face and a smoking body wouldn’t fool me. “Money, it’s all I have,” she whispered, almost dropping the sheet.

  I looked at her sideways, wondering if I could believe a word that came out of her mouth. Crocodile tears, I told myself as she dabbed her wet eyes again. Putting my hand on her knee, I had to shake her up and get the truth. “Last night, cleaning you up, I saw all you have to offer. I’ll tell you what. I’ll take your money but that’s not enough.” She squinted, her face unsure, not yet realizing what I meant. “Maybe I want to have some fun first, like we were about to last night. Then I’ll kill you on my own terms.” I grinned like a jackass eating cactus, as if I liked the thought of killing her. “So until then, sugar, you do as I say. Anything, I say.”

  Outraged for a moment, her mouth opened and closed but nothing came out as she finally took in my meaning. “Is that all you want?” She fluttered her eyelashes in jest and ran her hands seductively over her perky plump mounds.

  I nodded my head.

  “Then you’ll kill me. You promise.” Her voice became steady. “Okay. Fifty grand and some fun first. Do we have a deal?”

  “No sugar, anything I want, and I haven’t decided what all I want yet. However, I would like to sample the goods. Have some fun, right here and now.”

  Resolved, she dropped the sheet, revealing her bare chest, her pink nipples hardening. “I’m willing to let you have some fun first.”

  I sat down beside her again, laying my blade flat against her titty, the tip pressing into her delicate nipple. She seemed conflicted, as she swallowed hard. Goddamn it, I needed to kill her now. My brothers knew I couldn’t kill a woman. Fuck, I know word gets around. Someone was taunting me. This bitch came to fuck me over one way or another. “If you really want to die, quick and painless, you won’t mind being my whore for a while.” Under the sheet, I ran my hand up her leg and my finger over her warm, naked mound. Shutting it, I laid my butterfly knife on the bedside table.

  With me no longer threatening her, she didn’t move away but her voice got louder and higher. “I’m paying fifty grand for you to do what I can’t. I have no plans on living much longer, with your help or not. If you are not agreeing to kill me, remove your hand. You touch me, we have a deal. You can’t have your cake and eat it too.”

  “Oh, no sweetie. I’ll have you, and eat you too and I’ll kill you when I’ve had my fill.” I captured the back of her neck to keep her still even though she wasn’t fighting. “I’d do it right now for free, but why should I pass up a load of cash. And if you give me any trouble, I’ll drag it out, make it really painful.” I stuck a finger inside her hard, trying to hurt her but in a good way. Emery’s breath hitched like she’d enjoyed it, and I felt desire jolt through me, hardening my cock. “See, you know too much about me. I have to kill you now, whether you want to die or not, but you’re going to give me your money first. You aren’t going anywhere. You’re my whore now.”

  “I’m not your whore.”

  “Whores don’t get a say.” Just to prove my point I slung off my belt with my free hand and secured it around her neck, pulling it tight against her neck but not chocking her, yet. “If I were you, I’d look at it like this, you’ll get what you want in the end, so you’re better off just playing along.”

  “So, we have a deal?” she breathed.

  “Deal,” I agreed reluctantly. Who in the hell wants to die? Would pay fifty grand for it? Fuck, if I had fifty grand to spend, I’d be buried in room service and pussy. Speaking of being buried in pussy, keeping a hold of the belt, I tore the sheet off her so I could watch her writhe. Scars decorated Emery’s body, another fucking slap in my face if my brothers sent her. Yeah, no tats or brands and a pussy too tight to be any club’s whore. This bitch was ATF or the real deal, a broken, suicidal wackjob.

  I pressed my thumb against her clit, and she exhaled, relaxing, giving into the pleasure. Her face wet with tears with red eyes, now held a hunger. “If you’re not my whore, why is your pussy so wet for me already?” Spreading her legs farther, I wanted a good look at her pretty pink lips, my fingers, surrounded by her sweet fluids, opening her up. Working in another, I began twirling them and pumping in and out. Biting her bottom lip, Emery transformed from victim to predator, a tiger who could eat me alive. Suicidal my ass, this girl had some fire in her. If I watched her face any longer, I’d cum in my pants.

  I removed my fingers, Emery’s eyes following them to my lips as I slowly licked them clean. Our eyes fixed on one another. “By the way, my name’s Scar. You’ll need to know that soon.”

  “Why?” She quivered from fear or anticipation, I didn’t know and at this point, I didn’t care. Her legs were still spread eagle, that’s what mattered. This ATF bitch was about to the get the fuck of her life.

  I couldn’t belie
ve I was about to fuck a Fed. and she was just going to have to let me so she wouldn’t blow her cover. Too fucking hot! Unbuttoning my shirt, I exposed my own scar, a big jagged bubbly snake, running from my left nipple to my navel, marring my otherwise cut chest and six pack abs. The women I fucked were about the only ones to see it, because it’s just too weird to fuck with my shirt on. “You’re going to need to know it when I have you screaming it.” I unzipped my pants and pulled out my eight-inch cock. I’ve seen bigger but most women go wild over the size of my dick. Size does matter, I couldn’t imagine whipping out a six-inch wiener. Stroking it in front of her, I watched her eyes grow even wider as it became even thicker. Harder than a rock, I was ready to dive into her juicy cave. I wouldn’t bother with a condom, I could tell this bitch was clean, and I didn’t worry about knocking her up. One way or other, she’d be dead soon.

  Foreplay would have to wait as well, as much as I’d love her pouty lips suctioned around me. I needed to know this Emery was willing to take my dick. Then, ATF or not, I’d keep her around, fuck her senseless and have her help me kill Amun tomorrow night. I’d know for sure if she was a Fed. or not then. The thought satisfied me. My mission paved a lonely road. Even if Emery told the truth, she’d be someone with nothing to lose. I’d take her to California with me as a cover. Better still, she’d keep my dick warm on cold nights. After all, dead women tell no tales.

  It’d been too long since a woman warmed my bed, one who wasn’t a whore. The thought of having time to play with Emery on my long journey made my cock weep with anticipation of things to come. This was a test more than anything. Would she really let me fuck her, right here right now? Ready or not, I was about to take her for a ride. I seized her by the waist, pulling her pussy to me, her head falling off the pillow. She wrapped her legs around me before I spread her lips open with my dick, positioning the tip at her tight entrance. Holding her hips, I surged, determined to fill her completely. She wailed as I bottomed out. Clearly, her husband didn’t have a very big cock. Her pussy encased me like a vice. I descended on her breasts, sucking one nipple at a time while she squirmed around me, getting used to my size. It was the good kind of wriggling. She wanted this. Her arms went around me. My nose landed in the crook of her neck, inhaling the fancy hotel soap scent that reminded me of bathing her last night. I’d been glad she lived, even gladder now I was inside her. Her long nails dug into my back, enough encouragement to edge me forward. I buried my rod deeper though there was nowhere else to go. Retreating out of her slick walls before plunging back in, reckless like on the open road, breaking my way back in every time, I busted into her pussy powerfully but rhythmically. Boy, she was going to be sore, and I was going to cum too quickly. Watching her chest bounce and her face transform with pleasure, her mouth forming a gorgeous O, I grabbed a handful of her long hair, and kissed her starved lips as I pulled out completely. I didn’t need to cum just yet.

  “Turn over,” I growled. She obeyed without hesitation. I trailed my hands down her flawless tan back, the one part of her that didn’t have one of those thin scars, and back up to her behind. Guiding her ass into the air, I spread her knees. Emery’s face hid under her mane of golden flowing hair as she clung to the pillow underneath her. Getting to my own knees, I ran my cock over her sweet ass, butting the head against her back entrance, wanting to drive forward. “You ever been fucked up the ass, sweet thing?”

  “No,” came her nervous, muffled voice, but I already knew the answer and, for certain, she wasn’t sent from a rival Motorcycle Gang. Fucking ATF whore.

  “That’s gonna change.” After getting my finger wet in her glistening pussy, I slipped the tip of it into her puckered hole. Emery groaned, rearing her ass back against me.

  “Not tonight,” she pleaded.

  I slithered my dick back into her swollen twat and froze inside her. “But I thought we had a deal, you do anything I say, right?”

  “Yes, anything you say, but not tonight,” Emery panted.

  I snatched the belt strap, tugging her neck back. Bending over her, my lips grazed her ear. “Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  That one word excited me more than all of tonight. Fucking minx wanted her orgasm. “Sweetheart, you need to hold on to something.”

  She braced herself, extending her arms to the headboard as I pistoned in and out, all the while gingerly fingering her constricted rosebud. She yelled out, and I stopped.

  “What the hell?” She squealed.

  “What do you want?”

  “Fuck me!”

  “Fuck me, who?”

  Emery howled my name, begging me to go on. Soon, I could feel her spasm around me. I reached around and tickled her clit to make it last a bit longer as I slowed my pace until I quaked, spilling my seed deep inside her. As I pulled out, I wondered if she really was some suicidal bitch. She took my dick way too easy, saying she enjoyed it would be an understatement. Either she was crazy or it was all part of her plan. Compressing a smile, Emery glowed as she breathed heavily.

  I drew her into my arms while I tried to catch my own breath. “I told you I knew how to treat a lady.”

  She closed her eyes and finally a small smile surfaced. It was all the thanks I needed.

  While I recovered with this strange woman against me, I knew her orgasm wasn’t fake. She loved my dick. But if she was a Fed., she’d be one tough bitch. She’d want to get back to my brothers and the General. Nothing would stop her. As I thought more, I didn’t think she’d give a rat’s ass about killing Amun. I’d show her a thing or two. No matter who she was, I’d see how far she’d be willing to go, either to die or to bring me and my family in.

  I Want To Kill You Like They Do In The Movies

  Emery slept in my arms, her arms draped across my chest, filling me with emotions I didn’t deserve to feel. Probably still weak from the blood loss, she didn’t wake when Kym knocked on the door at midnight or when I carefully moved her head to get up to answer it.

  Irresistible and tough as nails, Kym cut right to the chase. “Who’s the whore?” That’s one reason Shirley volunteered her to help me. Kym rocked the hooker look herself, wearing a shiny red tube top, tiny black skirt and spiked heels. Some sort of Asian, pitch-black hair shined down her back, contrasting with her porcelain skin. I wasn’t prejudice or ignorant, I just didn’t know in what country her blood originated. It never mattered. She had an all-American accent with a slight southern drawl. “Seriously, Johnny, what the fuck?”

  “Doesn’t matter.” I hadn’t thought this far ahead. Kym cocked her hip to the side, staring me down. I set her straight. “This is my job, she’s helping me. Nuff said. Now, where’s Rosie?”

  She shrugged. “Figured you called her off in favor of this whore.”

  “Nope, I don’t call either of you, off, or otherwise.”

  Kym stomped her foot. “Bitch must have chickened out. Fuck! He comes, and I don’t have another girl with me, he’s not going to send his guard away. I’ve been fucking this prick for a year, he trusts me.”

  Amun really likes Kym, she’s his favorite lady of the evening, and I’m sure Shirley was paying her well to lead him to me. We’d planned to have another girl here for tomorrow night so Kym could have an alibi once I disappeared. Rosie had volunteered to frame her ex-boyfriend for the murder. I was supposed to wait in the next room tomorrow night, checked in under Charles Hall, Rosie’s ex.’s name.

  “Looks like we need a new plan.”

  “You want to wait? Find another fall guy?”

  I shook my head. All my plans had gone out the window, but with Emery’s fifty grand in reach, I couldn’t wait. I’d have to do it the dirty way.

  “You’ll just have to hide in my room. We’ll have to get rid of the body the old fashioned way.” Kym advised what I was thinking.

  “What about you? They’ll come looking for you.” I didn’t really care about Kym, but I had to know why she would risk it.

  “Shirley’ll put me u
p. Hide me.” She rocked on her heels. “I’m fixin’ to prospect.”

  “Oh yeah?” I rubbed my chin. Shirley hadn’t told me Kym had any real ties to her.

  “Mr. Amun thinks he’s coming to my room for two girls, all night. He calls his guard off at midnight, usually, if he’s having a good enough time to be staying all night.” Kym reached in her top and pulled out a bag of cocaine that had been were her tits should have been, explaining, “He’s old school. Your girl better be good, or this may not be enough.”

  I nodded. It was settled. “Better take this.” Against my better judgment, I handed her a bag that held my gun and a suppressor. She gave me her key card.

  “See you later.” Kym left. I’d be meeting her at her hotel, her and Amun’s usual meeting place.

  I woke up Emery. “Get dressed.”

  Groggily, she yawned and stretched. “Where’s my clothes?”

  “Shit, I threw them out, burned them actually.” I scrubbed my hand over my face. My plan was going to hell in a hand basket.

  “So what do you suggest I dress in?”

  We’d be sneaking in anyway, trying to avoid the cameras. I took a button up shirt from my bag and threw it to her, it would come down to her knees. “You won’t be wearing that for long.”

  “I’m showering. It’s nonnegotiable.”

  “Hurry.” I packed up. Leaving my card in the hotel room and said goodbye to my most recent home. Earlier I’d put a sign on the door at the bar saying it was closed for renovations. Afterwards I called the few employees, telling them we wouldn’t be opening tonight and they’d be paid for their time off. They wouldn’t be, and I wouldn’t be back.

  Emery slipped into the passenger side of Johnny Steven’s truck. “Where are we going?”

  I lit a cigarette and cracked the window. “To a much nicer hotel. I have a job. I need your help. That was the deal.”

  Emery didn’t say anything for a long time, and I took her silence as quiet resolve.