Mack: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Lake, Rae B.

  Mack: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

  Rae B. Lake

  Acknowledgments

  My Silent Strength- Babe, you have taken a real intense role this past month. Keep us all afloat, I know it’s stressful. I know it’s hard but you believe in me and that means more than the world. Thank you for everything you have had to sacrifice in order to allow me to pursue my dream full-time. I couldn’t have done it without you.

  My outspoken babies- I don’t know why I keep calling you two babies. I swear you’re both grown. Your own personalities and desires. I couldn’t be more proud of either of you. I love you more than my own life.

  My Friends, Family and Readers- This is the last book of 2020 and what a wild ride it’s been. I can’t thank you enough for sticking with me! I’m so excited to see what 2021 brings!

  Copyright © 2020 by Rae B. Lake

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  ☠️DISCLAIMER☠️

  This book includes several graphic traumatic events that may be troubling/triggering for some readers. Discretion is advised.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue- Mack’s POV

  Epilogue - Clean’s POV

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  “I know she can fit that whole can in her pussy!” Ripper yells as he pulls out a wad of cash and shoves it in Clean’s face.

  “Bullshit, there’s no way! Shit that big isn’t meant to go up a woman’s-”

  Rainy, one of our new and popular club bunnies, spreads her legs straight in the air and opens them wide in a V formation. The shiny silver soda can rests against her opening, and as the music pulses around us, she pushes the can into her wet pussy.

  “Oh, shit!” Clean’s face lights up in amazement as he watches her. After a few seconds, he reaches into his pocket and gives Ripper the money he owes before he picks up a can of soda and walks off.

  “Clean! Where the hell are you going?” Wire calls out over the music.

  “I’m going to measure my fucking cock! I can’t fucking compete with a god damn…”

  I don’t hear the rest of his statement, but a round of laughter rolls through the crowd.

  I shake my head as I see Clean disappear to the back of the club. Sometimes I don’t know what my sister sees in him, but there are times like now that I almost understand. Clean’s a good guy, carefree and loyal. I’m happy my sister has him.

  “Hmm, we’re going to have to do something about this. You don’t seem to be having a good time, Mack. It’s my job to put a smile on your face.” Lemon stands in front of me, dragging my attention from the room to her.

  I’m standing at the end of the bar, just looking out at the crowd. Most of the time, people think I’m always staying back because I’m trying to be intimidating or that I’m too timid to put myself in the mix with everyone else. However, that’s far from the truth. I stay back because you can see people’s true colors when they don’t think anyone is watching.

  When my sister and I were born, my mother suffered from severe post-partum depression. It was so bad that instead of the sweet baby boy she should have seen when I came home, she saw me as the devil. She managed to get through the first years, but her idea of me never changed. When I was a toddler, my mother drowned me in the bathtub, and it was only Maven screaming for help that our neighbor came in and saved me. The little hiccup didn’t leave me completely scarless. Our neighbor managed to bring me back to life, but I had significant brain damage to the Broca’s area, the part of the brain responsible for speech. Now the words I want to say aren’t always the words that come out of my mouth.

  I did a bit of speech therapy, but we were too poor to keep up with it. Now I live with the stigma of being the silent guy in the corner. When you’re the silent one, people tend to forget you’re there, and that is just how I’ve grown to like it.

  “You want a dance, boo?” Lemon asks as she leans in and runs her hand over my kutte.

  I rake my eyes over the crowd one more time. All I can see are people having a good time.

  “Yeah.” I nod, and she takes my hand, leading me over to one of the only free chairs in the vicinity. My eyes focus on the woman in front of me, and I instantly feel myself getting hard. Lemon is a stunning woman. Her figure, personality, and outfit have me aching to plow into her.

  She’s wearing a tight light orange bikini that immediately catches my attention as it holds in her plump tits. The top is more a bunch of thick bands than an actual bikini top. They cross her breast and upper chest tightly in a wide grid pattern. Even though her tits are strapped down tight, I don’t know how they don’t fall out with every movement she makes. The bottoms only cover about one-third of each ass cheek. You won’t catch me complaining about the lack of material, though.

  Naughty girl by Beyonce starts filtering through the speakers, and I watch Lemon with carnal appreciation. Her body rolls and dips in perfect time with the music, and by the time she fully plants her ass on my lap, I’m as hard as a rock. She grinds onto me for a few beats before she does some acrobatic shit, flips over, and somehow manages to get her legs on my shoulders and her gorgeous, barely clothed cunt in my face. I lean forward instinctively and bite at the fabric. She moves away and straddles me before I can do much more.

  “Don’t pay,” I say, mentally kicking myself as I hear the wrong word come out of my mouth. No matter how long I’ve lived with this, it’s frustrating when I can’t express myself properly.

  The smile drops from Lemon’s mouth slightly, and she stops dancing, focusing hard on my face. “Pay?”

  I clench my jaw and shake my head, so she knows that’s not what I’m trying to say.

  She looks off in thought before she turns her eyes back to me, “Play? Don’t play?”

  I nod once, and the smile returns to her face. “Oh baby, you know I think you want me to play with you. At least I know that fat cock wants me to play with him.” She grinds her hips again, and her pussy is now directly on my dick.

  I grab her hips and lean back further, trying to get more friction. She leans in, wrapping her hands around my neck and letting her nails lightly scratch my head. I raise my hands and grab her tits, needing something besides the constant noise and music to distract me from throwing this woman over my shoulder and running up to my room. Lemon and I have a great physical relationship, but the communication is too much of a hurdle for her. I don’t blame her, though.

  She moans at my touch and her grinding shifts from dancing to desperation.

  “Fuck.” Both a declaration and a question.

  Lemon looks down at me nodding her head quickly. “Let’s go, fuck yes, Mack. Let’s go.” I wrap an arm around her waist, ready to stand up with her.

  Shit never happens when nothing is happening.

  At that second, the door to the club flies open, and I hear Red, one of
the prospects trying to calm someone down.

  “Get the hell away from me. If you touch me again, I promise you’ll be missing a fucking finger. Move, Red.”

  I let out a sigh and move back from Lemon. There could be a steam engine in this room, and I’d still be able to hear that voice over the noise. Maven. And from the sounds of it, she’s pissed. Never a good thing.

  I crane my neck in the chair and try to spot her, but it’s hard to locate her with all the people in the clubhouse. I see a flash of red and black hair making its way toward Wire.

  I keep Maven in my sights, whatever Lemon is doing in my lap secondary in my mind.

  Wire is with Keeley by the bar, and people surround them. Rooster and Lucky are on one side talking to a few of the club bunnies. Riot is sitting on the bar top, and Devin is busy behind the bar making the drinks. You would think that would be enough to get Maven to slow her roll. Nope. Not my sister.

  “Wire, we need to fucking talk.” Maven stops right behind him and crosses her arms over her chest, waiting for him to address her.

  I don’t hear what Keeley says, but she tells him to go on. At least that is what I can read from her lips. Wire has pushed Keeley up against the bar, no doubt whispering his love and adoration in her ear. No one would ever be able to deny how much Wire loves that woman.

  Wire turns slightly and looks at Maven like she an annoying gnat.

  “We’ll talk later.” He says, his voice carrying over the music. He turns back around to his ol’ lady and continues what he was doing.

  “No! We’ll talk now.” Maven grabs his arm and pulls him back.

  “Shit!” I pick Lemon up and put her down on the floor. Maven touching Wire isn’t going to fly. She’s an ol’ lady, but that doesn’t mean she’ll get away with disrespecting the President of the club.

  Just like I thought, all of the members converge on Wire and Maven.

  “What the fuck is your problem, Maven?” Wire spits at her.

  “Who the fuck do you think you’re grabbing, Maven?” Rooster demands.

  “Fuck you, Rooster. This has nothing to do with you.”

  “Your mouth is getting out of hand, Maven. You need to watch that shit.” Lucky warns.

  “Yeah? What are you going to do to get my mouth in check? What’s the plan?” Maven steps up into Lucky’s space.

  I rush over to Maven. I won’t stand against my president, but I know that it will get out of hand if she doesn’t cool out.

  “Maven, we can talk after the party.” Wire tries to keep the situation cool.

  “Wire, when you told me Siren would be staying at the trailers, you never told me she is a psychotic bitch. You need to get her the fuck out.” She puts her finger up, pointing in his face, and that’s my cue to jump in. I stand with my back to Wire.

  “Cat it,” I say, staring at my sister.

  “I will not cut it, Mack. This is bullshit.”

  I fix my glare on her letting her know that we can’t win this fight. When she rolls her eyes and throws her hands up, I know she’s going to heed my unspoken warning.

  “Handle her.” Riot says from behind me, and the fire in Maven’s eyes sparks back up. I quickly grab her shoulders and turn my sister around.

  “Who the-” I clamp my hand over Maven’s mouth, so the rest of her outburst is muffled.

  I push her away roughly as she tries to plant her feet, and I have to raise her off the ground to keep going.

  I move quickly, and on my way toward the upstairs rooms, we pass Clean. When he sees Maven kicking in my arms, the smile on his face drops off.

  “What’s wrong?” He booms and rushes over to me.

  “Your fucktard of a president!” Maven pulls my hand off her face and yells at her husband.

  Clean closes his eyes and looks between Maven and Wire.

  “Go, I got it,” I tell, trying to put Clean’s mind at ease. The last thing he needs is to be torn between the two of them.

  “Get off of me!” Maven screams as we make our way into my bedroom.

  I drop her low enough to wrap an arm around her neck and use my knuckles to rub against her scalp. She hates it when I give her noogies.

  “No!” She swats at my hands and tries to move her head, but I have her secure. “Mack, I swear to god if you mess up my hair.” She pulls away again.

  I finally let her go, and she turns to glare at me. I blow a raspberry at her, and even though she tries to stay angry, I see the corner of her mouth twitching.

  “Ugh! I can’t stand you.” She sits down on the bed.

  “What happened?” I ask, the words rolling off my tongue slowly.

  “That bitch is out of her fucking mind is what happened.” Maven rolls her eyes, “She was eating out of a can. One of the girls entered her trailer and spotted her in the corner like a feral dog. The girl went to help, and Siren jumps her. Damn near filets her with the lid of the fucking can.”

  I let out a whistle, “Yikes.” That is impressive.

  “Yeah. I mean, how the fuck does Wire expect me to get her on the same page as the other girls if she won’t even let anyone else get near her? That shit doesn't work. She needs to go.”

  “Talk to hot?”

  Maven looks at me for a second, “Talk to her?”

  I nod in response.

  “Mack, I have tried. Every day I’ve tried. The woman doesn’t speak. If she didn’t sing, I would think she was fucking mute. She was having a nightmare or some shit. I ran in to help her, and if I didn’t jump out the damn side door, the woman would have killed me. She shouldn’t be around people. She’s too damn dangerous.”

  Coming from my sister, it must be the truth. Maven is not easily scared.

  “Can you handle her?” I ask.

  “Right now? I don’t think so. I’m going to have to kill her. She’s too volatile.” She puts her hand on her forehead and leans forward. Maven is as badass as they come, but she has a soft spot for the women we help.

  “Ok, let me tap to Wire.” My jaws clench at the misspoken word.

  “Yeah, I think I’ll stay here tonight and deal with her tomorrow. Let me know what Wire says.”

  I walk out of the room, leaving my sister to relax on my bed. I have to try and talk to Wire again. The last time I did, he told me flat out no. I’m hoping this time he will hear me out.

  * * *

  The party is still in full swing when I get back downstairs. I make my way toward Wire, and Clean stops me before I reach him.

  “Where’s Maven?”

  “Sleep in my room.”

  He nods and walks by me and up to my room.

  I finally make it to the bar, and Rooster is the first one to say something. “You better get that woman under control. Next time you won’t be here to save her. You’re going to be an only child soon.”

  My muscles tense as I keep myself from lunging at him. If I attack him, it would as if I were attacking Wire, and I’d never do that.

  “Rooster, easy.” Wire warns, but there’s a small smirk on his lips.

  I hold my tongue, but I don’t know how everyone doesn’t see what I see. My president is changing.

  “Wire. A minute?” I ask.

  “We have company. That would be rude.” Wire turns back to his drink.

  Now I understand why Maven is so upset. There’s nothing like being ignored to get your blood boiling. I keep my fists clenched at my side, but I don’t leave.

  “Guess you really got something to say, huh?” Lucky picks up his drink and downs it before he takes a step toward me. I immediately get ready to fight. I would never lay a hand on Wire, but this prick I have no problem laying the fuck out. Plus, he’s really touchy, and that shit makes me uncomfortable. I want to be ready to push him the fuck off if he tries to give me a hug or some shit like that.

  “Back off, Lucky. I guess this shit can’t wait. Come on, Mack.” Wire puts his glass down and kisses his wife before he walks with me toward the back room. It’s where we normally have
church, but it’s also the only place in the compound that he’ll be able to hear me. I already have problems getting out what I want to say, and trying to scream above the music doesn’t work out for anyone.

  Once the door closes, I can no longer hear the music outside. Wire doesn’t wait a full minute before he starts speaking. “What’s the problem, Mack? If this is about Maven, you know she shouldn’t have put her hands on me. Sister or even an ol’ lady, it doesn’t matter.”

  “No, not Maven.” I always try to keep my words short and to the point.

  “Then what?”

  “Siren.”

  “What about her?”

  “I want to heap her.” I look down, blowing out a breath of frustration.

  “Help?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Mack, we already had this damn conversation. We don’t know anything about that woman.”

  It’s the same response he gave me before. I relax slightly and slowly say the words I want to say, “If she doesn’t get right, will you kick her out?”

  “Fuck yes, she should be gone tomorrow. I know you aren't cool with her going after your sister.” Wire leans against the door.

  “Let me tie.”

  “Tie what?”

  I shake my head.

  “Try?” Wire asks.

  “Yeah, one more chance.”

  He lets out a breath. “You want to do that here?”

  “Safer for her and them.” From what Ink said, the woman is a beast.

  “Mack, what do you think you can do that your sister can’t?” He shakes his head and moves away from the door. “Look, I don't want to give up on her either. I know only a part of the shit that she has gone through, but our family is first. If she can’t acclimate to her new surroundings, either she’s out on her ass, or I’ll put a bullet in her skull. Don’t make me have to do that.”