Enraged: Iron Vex MC Book 1

by Knox, Elizabeth

  I put my arm around Devi, leaning into her for a kiss. Her lips are full and voluptuous, brushing against mine in a sinfully sweet way. It’s now that I realize her name must be fitting. The name Deviant just screams sin. I suck her bottom lip in my mouth and give it a good bite. “Go meet me in the game room. I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She nods at my instruction and darts off.

  The game room is another public place inside the club where people fuck. Not only that, but half the room is dedicated to sexual fantasies. I’ve seen some pretty invasive fucking machines in there and I just might use one of them on Devi or Gold.

  I make my way across the room and walk up to Chuckles, who’s sitting down in a leather chair. “I’m going up to the game room with Devi. You come up with Gold in about half an hour. Got me?”

  The old bastard smirks. “Please tell me I finally get to sink my cock into that fine piece of chocolate. She’s never been into the old fellas . . . but damn, I’m willin’ to work for it.”

  “We’ll switch off when you come up, but don’t fuckin’ touch Gold. She’s mine.” I’m very firm in the way I speak to him. Showing him I mean business. I’ll fuck him up if he so much as lays a hand on her.

  Chuckles gives me an unreadable look and then laughs. “Shit, Rage. You’re giving me the opportunity to fuck that hot little prospect. I’ll do anything you say.”

  I slap Chuckles on the back of the shoulder, heading toward the door. I take one flight of stairs and end up on the second floor, where the game room and some of the clubwhores’ rooms are. I walk down a tight hallway and as I do, I look at the photographs that line the walls. There are photos of Tala’s mother and grandfather, along with all the brothers that used to be in the club.

  In my club, I’ve never done anything like this. Never once have I had photographs on the walls, or even in other areas. My club was never a home, but Tala makes sure hers is. It just shows me more and more she’s turned into a far better woman than I could have ever imagined.

  Placing my hand on the knob, I open the door that leads into the game room. Devi is sitting on the top of a pool table, kicking her feet back and forth. “Thought you were gonna stand me up or something.” She scoots off the edge, bringing her hands down to her torso. Within a moment, she’s stripped the white tank top from her body and is forming a pile with her clothes. Her hands travel to the top of her jeans and I watch closely as she unbuttons them, shimmying her thick thighs free.

  My cock hardens in my pants. I thought she’d make me work for it a little more, but when I think about it, when have I ever had to work for good pussy? Just goes to show ya that girls love the bad boys. “You gonna be able to handle all of me, darlin’?”

  An evil smirk spreads across her face. “Oh, honey. The question is, are you gonna be able to handle me.”

  She struts over, swaying her hip to the right and left. Throwing her hands behind her ears, she tosses her hair over her shoulders. When she gets over to me, she palms my cock in her hands through my pants. “Looks like you’re a little hard.”

  “Only a little.” I tease, adding a wink on at the end.

  I grab my jeans and unzip them, pulling my cock free for her. She gets down on her knees and takes my cock down her throat, twirling that tongue around my shaft. Pulling her head back, she makes a *POP* sound with her cheeks, removing me from her mouth. Devi still shows me some love, though. Her hand is wrapped around my cock, teasing the ever-loving fuck out of me.

  I grab her by the back of the hair and lean her over a foosball table, just sliding my cock inside her as the door opens. In comes Chuckles and Gold. Fuck, I told him thirty minutes. It’s maybe been five. Fuckin’ bastard. “Oh, Jesus!” Devi hollers, balling her fists with each time I pound myself into her.

  Gold is glaring at me like she’s furious. Probably because I’ve told her she’s off-limits to anyone else. Doesn’t mean my cock is to the others. The thing she needs to remember is that she’s a clubwhore. I outrank her.

  I pull my cock out, quickly thrusting back inside her wet cunt. Every time I thrust, her ass jiggles. It causes me to slap this thick ass of hers a few times. “You want another old cock today, Devi?” I ask, yanking her hair back.

  “If it’s anything like this . . . fuck, yes!”

  Looking over to Chuckles, he’s thrilled he’ll get to fuck this girl. “Gold, come here,” I order her, pointing right next to Devi.

  She’s quick to listen, pulling her skirt up and bends over the foosball table. I see her pert, pink pussy on display for me and stick two fingers inside her.

  Chuckles approaches all of us, pulling his own cock free and palms it. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum, Devi. Make you want this cock again,” he says, grabbing her by the throat.

  I pull my cock free and shove myself into Gold, getting a loud moan from her. In no time, Chuckles has placed himself in Devi, pounding into her like a savage animal. Her screams fill the room, hearing every profanity coming from her mouth. Looks like this bitch loves it rough. I tune most of it out, focusing on Gold.

  Again, I see she’s nothing special. A skinny little frame with hardly any ass or tits, but it’s her fuckin’ eyes and that attitude that’s hot as fuck to me. I place my hands on her hips, ramming myself into her back and forth. She grows wetter and wetter and I feel my cock sloshing her juices inside her. I look up at the clock on the wall and see twenty minutes of fucking has gone by. Her pussy has tightened up numerous times, suffocating my cock, wanting my cum to fill her.

  I snake my hand around her hip, pulling her toward me a bit more and roll over that clit of hers. I think she’s the one screaming out but look over to Devi and see her juices squirting all over Chuckles’s shirt.

  Gold tightens up, moans slipping past her lips even though she’s been trying so hard to not let them. I have the funniest inclination that she doesn’t want to admit she likes my cock. “You want more, don’t you?” I ask her, yanking her back by the hair.

  Her eyes say it all. She’s not like any other woman I’ve been with. She’s the type that needs more. She needs more than one person bringing her pleasure . . . and I don’t want anyone to touch her . . . but fuck.

  I flip her onto her side, repositioning myself so my cock is nestled securely in her pussy. “Devi, let Gold lick that wet pussy clean. Chuckles, shove your cock into her ass. She wants more, and she’ll get more.”

  Devi looks a little uncomfortable at first, which makes me wonder if she’s ever been with another woman but does as I ask. She leans on her side, grabbing Gold’s face and lines it up to her. “Fuck!” Gold screams out as I rock into her. Chuckles is pushing his cock into her ass all the while she’s going to town on Devi and I’m playing with her hard little clit.

  “I’m going to make you cum until you flood the three of us,” I hiss out at her, slapping her clit.

  “Dammit!” Her pussy tightens up, and I feel myself swelling. Thrusting harder than I have prior, I fuck this pussy like I own it. I want her cum to be dripping down my legs when she’s done.

  My load blows inside her first, and I’m quick to slap that clit of hers until she’s begging me not to anymore. She’s telling me to stop, but her body is telling me something else as she squirts over my cock. Her juices keep coming and coming until I think she’s stopping, but she doesn’t.

  “Oh honey, keep that up!” Devi encourages her, moaning at the end.

  “Yo! Rage. Boss wants to see you,” Reno comes into the doorway and hollers over to me.

  Fuck. Seriously? Right now? “Tell her I’ll be there in five,” I say, pulling myself free from Gold. I want to tell him to report back that I said fuck off . . . but I can’t do that shit. I’m on thin ice here, and if she’s going to take the Demons of Hell, I can’t act up.

  I spend the next ten minutes cleaning myself up, knowing very well that I’m late. I go into her office, which still doubles as my bedroom, and see her sitting behind the desk. “Heard you and Chuckles had a grand time with Devi
and Gold. That why you’re late?”

  “Didn’t think you’d want to smell their cum on me,” I retort back, taking a seat on the couch I sleep on every night.

  “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about all of this. I absolutely loathe what you’ve done and what you stand for. You know that. I fucking hate it, and it makes me hate that I’m your daughter. But even with all of that . . . I know that this would grow my club and outreach. I’m not the Prez of a normal club, Dad. I have women who are prospects, who are full-patch members.

  “This isn’t just a place for the good ol’ boys anymore. Women will rise up and be part of the club. Actually, let me rephrase that. They will be more than just clubwhores, cut bunnies, and sweet butts. They will have a purpose, so I will take your Demons. I will allow you to patch them into my club. But here’s the thing, they will be reborn into better people. I will incinerate anyone who breaks my bylaws. I won’t strip them of their colors. I will fucking murder them and keep a smile on my face while I do it. Do you understand that?”

  I nod. “Yes, I do.”

  “Perfect. We’ll have a conference call with your Canadian charters tomorrow.” She rises from the chair and opens the door to her office, slamming it behind her.

  I never thought I’d see the day that I’d do this, patch my club into another, but it’s the best thing for them. Not to mention it’s a good move for my daughter, and more than anything, I want her to succeed.

  6

  There are no heroes without Villains and there are both in each of us.

  ~Unknown

  Rage

  Boss came strutting in her office, which doubles as my bedroom about ten minutes ago. As always, she’s clad in black with leather biker boots looking like she just rolled out of some sports car magazine. If I was around more when she was a kid, I’d be tellin’ her to stop dressing the way she is, but I just have to bite my fuckin’ tongue.

  She’s called the Canadian clubhouses twice already with no fuckin’ answer. Right about now, they’re making me look like shit. These fuckers better answer or I’ll personally figure out a way to get across the border so I can skin their hides.

  “Yo,” a western accent answers.

  “Hey Cowboy, how goes it in Calgary?” I say into the speaker.

  “Not bad, not bad. We’re layin’ low and keepin’ shit quiet just like you said, Prez.”

  “Cowboy. That’s his road name?” Boss mutters in disbelief.

  “He grew up on a farm, seemed kinda fitting,” I state, before bringing my attention back to him. “Say, Cowboy, where’s Joker at? He knew about the call.”

  “A cowboy, and a joker . . . damn.” She comments, bringing her hand over her face.

  “He’s been havin’ some landline issues. Let me text him.”

  My daughter stares at me like she’s already regretting what she’s agreed to. It’s now or never. I have to prove to her that bringing the Demons into the Iron Vex is the best decision for her. Not only does it mean she’ll have territory in Canada, but it means my men are safe.

  We wait for a few moments of silence before Cowboy tells us Joker is having landline issues. Cowboy offers to call him through his cell in a three-way and puts him on speaker so we can hear him. While we waited for Cowboy to patch Joker through, I had to maintain my composure as my right hand started to switch again. It’s been happening more frequently over the last couple of months and I think I know what’s going on. I already had one doctor tell me what they thought given my family medical history, but I haven’t told Tala a thing. Not sure I’m going to either.

  “Cowboy is the Prez of our Calgary clubhouse and Joker runs the Toronto clubhouse. I thought you’d want to speak to these two directly.”

  She nods, leaning forward in her desk chair. She plants her elbows on her wooden desk and looks down into the speaker as she says every word. “Listen, I’ll keep this pretty simple for the both of you. My father has decided the only way to save all your asses is by patching the Demons, or rather what's left of you, into my club. I hate to agree with him, seriously, I fuckin’ loathe it, but he’s right. I’ll cut to the chase, boys. I’m allowing this patch-over to happen, but know this and be sure to pass it along to your boys. I’m not the type that fuckin’ plays. The moment any of you cross me will be the last. I will personally show up to your charters and make an example out of you. If you think my father is ruthless, you haven’t seen a damn thing yet.”

  “Shit, firecracker much,” Joker comments, chuckling at the end. I know the man like the back of my hand, and how he’s silently thinking about how much he’d wanna fuck around with my daughter.

  “Watch your tongue, funny boy,” Tala snarls, waiting a moment before she continues on. “I’m not a Demon and I never will be. I refuse to let you or the men, for that matter, ruin everything I’ve created. My club is well respected, and I won’t have you imbeciles fucking up everything I’ve done. Is that clear?”

  “Clear as a freshly cleaned window,” Cowboy says with a twang in his tone.

  Tala rolls her eyes, obviously annoyed. “Funny boy, what about you?”

  “Yeah, Boss, you got anything you want. And I mean anything.”

  “Glad we’re on the same page. First things first, if any of you do the same shit like my dear daddy did, holding women against their will, I’ll cut your cocks off and shove them up your ass before I kill you.”

  “Whenever I’m holding a woman, she’s certainly given me her consent,” Joker comments. I can practically see his shit-eating smile through the phone.

  “Stop playing games, idiot,” Tala grumbles, looking to me like she’s already regretting her decision. “I’ll be making a personal visit out to both your clubs in a couple of weeks to have our ceremony. Until then, you burn your fuckin’ Demons colors and cuts. The Demons are extinct as of last night.”

  “Shit. Seriously? You want us to burn everything?” Cowboy asks.

  “Yes. Do you realize the insanely massive target that is on the Demons back? When you have your new cuts and colors, you’ll be safe from every enemy the Demons may have had. At least, your safe from everyone but me. Remember what I said, boys. No one crosses me and gets away with it.”

  “Yes ma’am,” Cowboy comments.

  “Whatever you want, darling,” Joker states, causing me to want to reach through the phone and choke him myself. If he keeps on the way he is, he won’t be the charter Prez for Toronto anymore. He’s not showing Tala an ounce of respect. He’s never had a woman Prez before, but just because she has a set of tits instead of balls doesn’t give him permission to treat her any differently than he’d treat me.

  Tala gives me a stern look, telling me everything I need to know about the opinion she already has when it comes to Joker. We haven’t even discussed it and I already know I’m going to have to go with her on her trip to keep the peace. She has a lot riding on this, and they’ll have to see firsthand that she is their Prez. The second they see I’m taking orders from her, they’ll all fold in behind me.

  “I’ll have my VP, Omen, give you both a call later today. He’ll get everything I need to order your cuts. So, stick by your phones and keep an eye out for a New York number calling. I’ll see you both very soon.” Tala presses the button on the speaker to end the call and looks at me, not hiding a bit of her frustration. “I can learn to deal with Cowboy, but is Joker always like that?”

  “He’s . . .” I struggle to find the words to describe him. “One of the men you may have to end up making an example of.”

  “Oh, I didn’t realize he was that far gone.” She admits.

  “Yes, he’s going to be one who finds it insane that you have women in your club as anything besides a clubwhore.”

  “Ah, well, I’ll have fun making an example out of his ignorant ass. It’s not the nineteen-fifties anymore. Women have the same rights that men do, and I’ll be damned sure to drill that in all of my new brothers' heads.”

  “Electric or mad psychiatric doc
tor, leucotome style?”

  Tala chuckles, “Whichever way I have to. Kinda surprised you know the name of the tool those mad doctors used to use for lobotomies, though.”

  “How could I not? I’m a bastard who loves those creepy documentaries.”

  “As a reference for new torture techniques?” Tala retorts as she gets up and walks out of the office.

  Damn, I thought we were getting on the right side of things. Guess I spoke a little too soon.

  7

  Are you mad? Stay mad, because I don’t give a fuck.

  ~Unknown

  Gold

  I stare into the worn-out mirror that hangs over my pedestal sink. It’s been here far longer than I have. From the looks of it about twenty years or so. It has those small little plastic things on the side that are screwed into the wall, showing its age.

  Every morning I do this, stare at the small imperfections of this object and then do the same to myself. Only, I happen to do it a bit differently in regards to me personally. When I stare in the mirror I can’t find a single imperfection on my skin. There’s not a single thing aesthetically wrong. I look deeper, in through my eyes and if I focus hard enough it’s like I can see the depths of my soul. A black blob as heavy and rugged as coal. A sturdy object that can break away slowly, but can also burn, incinerating for hours. I wasn’t always this way. I’d say the blame is equal between my parents and I. My father was a corporate businessman, working twelve to fourteen hours every day and barely having time for myself or my mother on the weekends. Of course, when he had to disappear on sudden work trips over the weekends we all knew what it was. He was too busy visiting one of his many mistresses, having affair after affair throughout his marriage to my mother.