Bed of Roses (Devil Savages MC)

by Harley McRide

  “Big words for someone staring death in the eye, chilito. Tell me, how does one get such big cajones as your non-English speaking muther fuckers call them?” Sandman laughed, calling him a little dick, then making a mental note to castrate the fuck before he killed him.

  “Go back to the reservation, Injun, and leave the hard stuff to the pros. You had your land taken once, we’re here to do it again, punta.” The little cocksucker's corny Indian reference was far from intimidating.

  "We will see who's the pussy in the end," Tonto smirked, then nodded at Sandman, giving him permission to inflict a little incentive on the beaner.

  Sandman smiled and stepped forward, folding the Mexican to his knees in one punch. The others tried to come to his aid, only to have the barrel of a gun shoved against the back of their head until their weapons dropped and they froze. Kick after kick Sandman pommeled the guy, stopping every counter with a complex move of his own. He was trained in mixed martial arts, and was one of the best fighters in the country, holding three title belts.

  Tonto stopped him after every rib was broke and the man lay gasping and gurgling blood. “Now, care to tell me where your headquarters is located, punta? I want to have a little talk with your leader…”

  “Fuck you, Injun. I ain’t tellin’ you shit. You think a little blood is gonna get to me? Go to hell.” He crawled to his feet, taking a swing at Sandman. The massive beast laughed, took his blade out, and sliced him from his eye to the edge of his throat. The gash cut through the muscle, fileting it open.

  “You scream like a little bitch.” Sandman stepped back, observing his work. It was definitely an improvement. “Now, tell us where your leader is and I’ll kill you quick. If you don’t, I’m going to take my time, making sure you feel every agonizing minute as I skin the brown off your enchilada eating ass.”

  “Fuck. You,” he spat, spraying blood with each word.

  “I hoped you’d say that.” Sandman stepped up, motioning for two of the Prospects to hold him down. With one swipe, he sliced off the man’s t-shirt, leaving his bare chest and arms open. He started at the man’s wrist and made a long cut up his arm before proceeding to skin the appendage down to the muscles. Screams tore through the air and the others fought to run to his aid, only to be immobilized by the Devils brute strength. As each minute passed, another section of flesh was removed, leaving nothing but a bloody half-dead corpse. Once he passed out from shock, Tonto stepped up, grabbed him by his hair, and scalped him with the tomahawk, tossing the bloody patch of hair and skin at one of the other Diablos' feet. The man puked. He twisted and tugged, desperate to get free, but Rugger’s grip didn’t waver. Instead, he pulled the trigger and splattered brains and bone particles outward, dropping him on top of the scalp.

  “Now that I have your attention," Tonto turned, glaring each of them in the eye, "I’m going to ask again. Where is your headquarters?”

  “Chingate, muthafucka! Diablos ride and die together! You ain’t gettin' shit!” an exceptionally tall dude said. Tonto shrugged his shoulders and sighed.

  “I think you mean fuck them," nodding his head in the direction of the other gang members. "If you insist. Clean up the oil slick, boys.” He turned and walked out, the immediate sound of gunfire following him.

  Yo Neg couldn’t believe how stupid the Diablos were. He didn’t fuck around, giving the command to kill all but one. The lone man left, singled out for the weakest, due to his wide-eyes and the huge wet spot on the front of his pants. “I’m only going to ask one last time. Tell me where your leader is.” He withdrew a whip out of a metal toolbox he carried and unwound the leather straps. Down each strap were small metal teeth, curved slightly to stick into the skin and rip with each swing. The man’s eyes went wider, and he stepped backwards against the wall.

  “I don’t know, man… They don’t tell us nothin'. Our jefe is everywhere… See’s everything. He’s the Diablos… You’re all gonna die. No one takes from the Diablos. He’ll rape your daughters and torture your women.”

  Bull, a patched member who had been named because the club rats swore he was hung like a bull, busted out in laughter. “Hear that, boys? The Diablos will get us.” He turned to the banger and grinned. “I wanna watch you bleed, boy. And just as you have one foot in the gates of hell, we’re going to leave and let you pass on a message to your jefe. Tell him we are coming for him…and when we find him, he is going to eat all of the laced drugs he has been selling on our streets. We’re going to send you all back across the border where you came from and make sure you never step foot in our territory again. This is the beginning of the end for the Diablos, bro. We are going to exterminate you for the cockroaches you are. Armageddon starts here.” He reared back and punched the guy, grinning when his jaw cracked.

  “Fuck you, cabron!” he mumbled over a broken jaw.

  “Naw, fuck you, curcaracha.” Bull laughed, calling the scum a cockroach in the little bastard's own language, then stepping out of the way to turn him over to Yo Neg. “He’s all yours, Yo. Show him what happens when you fuck with the Savages.”

  “My pleasure.” He turned to the Mexican and grinned. “This may hurt a little.” He pulled his arm back, flicking the whip down against the man’s chest, shredding his clothing and tearing out chunks of meat. Over and over he laid the whip against him, leaving no skin unharmed. When he finally dropped his hand, the man lay in a puddle of his own blood, with the skin hanging off in shreds. He was skinned, appearing more like a cheap log of hamburger from the grocery store rather than human. In some places flesh hung off in two-inch strips, flopping against the concrete floor as the man thrashed in agonizing pain. His face had been attacked so badly one eyeball dangled out of socket, resting against a separated portion of the man’s nose that was now split down the center. His nasal cavity was visible with blood bubbles popping with each desperate breath. Yo Neg dropped a note on top of the now unconscious body and the group left.

  Chapter Five

  Rose fought with Lacey and Alice, determined not to allow them out of the house. Ariel had informed her of a party going down they were planning to attend despite their pleas of just going to spend the night at a friends. Age-old trick, hell, she wrote the book on that one…and still the girls played her as a fool. “You two are not leaving this damn house and that’s final. If Stacy wants to come over here, fine. Otherwise, babysit your brother and sister. Ariel needs a damn break. While you two go off screwing around, she is the one stuck here to take care of them. The poor kid needs some fun in her life.”

  “It’s not my job to raise them! They aren’t my kids. And where the hell are you going, Rose? Following in mom’s footsteps already?” Alice said in a nerve-wracking shriek that set her temper off. Rose took a deep breath, refraining from smacking the shit out of her mouthy teenage sibling.

  “Listen to me good, Alice. If you cuss or mouth me one more time, I promise it’ll be the last time you speak without a stutter. I work two fucking jobs to provide for you all. Two. You and Lacey are about to see what work is you ungrateful selfish bitch. You are seventeen years old for shit's sake. It’s about time you two pick up some slack around here and get your heads out of your asses. Now you both are going to stay here tonight and that’s it. Step one foot out of this house and I will break it! I’m done! Get your ass to your room now!” Alice’s jaw dropped, surprised at how Rose had yelled. She had never threatened them or raised her voice even. Rose felt bad, but they were heading down the same road their mom was on and she would be damned if they turned out worthless like her. She was the only one who could make sure they didn’t. Alice and Lacey ran to their room and slammed the door, knocking three pictures off the wall in the process.

  Rose let out a growl and picked them up before heading to her own room to get dressed. The longer she stayed in this house the more she contemplated running away. Time and time again she thought about packing up the trash bag of items she owned and haul ass as far as a tank of gas would get her. Unfortunately, s
omeone had to be responsible for them and whether she liked it or not, she was all they had.

  Thirty minutes later, she stared at her reflection in the faded mirror and sighed. This was about as good as it was going to get. Her wardrobe was limited, leaving the only thing half ass sexy being a black tank top and jean skirt paired with a pair of black boots so worn they appeared grey. To make up for her lack of apparel, she had curled her long brown locks and swept them over to the side in a loose ponytail just below her ear, allowing it to flow over her left shoulder. Her dark brown eyes were painted with a thick eyeliner and smoky eye shadow, lined with her full thick lashes. Her eyes had always been her favorite feature…so she worked what she had. With a small amount of blush and a deep red lipstick, she couldn’t help but feel like a different person. It was rare for her ever to get an opportunity to dress up. Hell, she hadn’t felt even remotely sexy in so long it was pathetic. Tonight was hers. Life might be waiting in the morning, but tonight she would take whatever she got. Hopefully, something that involved two muscle clad bikers showing her things she couldn’t even fantasize about. Given the girls who poured themselves all over them, the chances weren’t good…but dammit, she was hell bent on trying.

  The rev of a motor had her running to the door before Ariel could see the bike parked out front and join her sisters' opinion about her falling into their mother’s footsteps. Thankfully, the girl sat with her feet propped up on the back of the ratty couch blasting heavy hate rock through her headphones and clueless. She waved to her, getting an eye roll and nod. “God, why do I try,” she mumbled as she snatched her purse and keys off the table and flew out the door. The man who waited was one she had seen before, but didn’t know his name. Hopefully, he was there to show her the way and not lead her out to the desert to kill her. I have to get a new fear. The whole desert death thing is getting old…maybe raped and tossed in a dumpster? Tossed in an old cell and instructed to lotion daily before they turn my skin into a coat? Chopped into little pieces and made into a stew? Oh fuck it. If he is going to kill me so be it. It’d be a relief at this point. He got off his bike and opened her car door, frowning when it didn’t close and he had to lift it slightly to get it to latch. She didn’t even bother explaining. Her car was a piece of shit and no use denying it—she just prayed it started this time.

  Thankfully the Monte Carlo gods were shining down upon her and it cranked right over. The biker got on his bike and motioned for her to follow as he pulled away from the curb. She fell behind him, glancing at her low gas tank and hoped it wasn’t far. It was still three days until payday, and unless she grabbed another shift at the fight club soon, walking to work was in her near future. All the money she had earned during the two nights she worked there had went to back bills and they still weren't caught up.

  Her car was running on fumes alone when they pulled up to the remote building out in the middle of the desert. Maybe the desert fear isn’t too far off… She parked and stepped out, surprised at the impressive line of parked bikes spread out in front. It didn’t take a genius to see that everyone on the guest list was on two wheels, except the handful of vehicles that more than likely belonged to the rats or the bitches. The biker came up beside her and took his helmet off, revealing the same jet-black long hair and tawny skin most of the others had. His eyes were two of the lightest crystal blue as they sparkled back at her. He was young, probably not old enough to buy beer and yet here he was, proving himself worthy of being in the roughest gang around.

  “I’m Brent.” He reached his hand out. She took it, surprised at how different he was from the others.

  “Rose. Thank you for escorting me, Brent.” She smiled and followed as he led her inside. He remained right beside her as she got a glimpse of MC life for the first time. Right beside the door was an extra tough looking man wearing the signature leather cut without anything under it. Between is legs was a woman, bobbing up and down on his crotch. “Is she?” she asked Brent in shock. He grinned and nodded, obviously hoping to gain that specific ‘perk’ soon. The room was full of people, alcohol, and the thick fog of smoke…from the smell it was cigarettes and weed both. It took all her concentration to prevent choking. Her attention was soon stolen by what she saw through the haze next. Against the other wall sat a huge sectional couch, and smack dab between people was two guys fucking one chick. She was on her knees sucking the guy who sat, while the other took her from behind. The people around them either watched enthusiastically or totally ignored it. It was like an everyday occurrence to them. Rose couldn’t help but spaz. She had tried mentally to prepare herself for whatever might or might not be at this party, but nothing could have readied her for this.

  Tonto spotted Rose as she had walked in and stood at a distance to see her reaction. Either the girl would run screaming, or she would stand dumbfounded but curious. He was right. Her eyes were literally bulging out of her head and her jaw was on the floor. Before she could turn around and bolt, he walked toward her. He was nearly standing right in front of her before she noticed him and had already taken steps backwards toward the door when she had spotted a few of the patches taking turns with one of the club rats. Jody, one of the rats, was taking as much meat as they could stuff in her. It was disturbing for him to watch. That bitch made his stomach churn, but the guys didn’t seem to mind given she was always game for whatever kink they were looking to dish out. What the hell did he care as long as they were happy.

  “Glad you made it,” his low voice made her jump, snapping her attention to him and away from the live feed porno taking place on the couch.

  “Um, yeah…thank you…for inviting me…” Her indecision was practically screaming with every word. He stifled a laugh, finding her innocence cute. It made him cringe inside thinking at how she would act if he and Sandman went through with fucking her tonight, and given the state his balls had been in and the fact that even the experienced Red couldn’t relieve it, he was going to try his damnedest. Normally, he didn’t work for pussy. Pussy was everywhere, waiting and willing. Anytime of day or night, one of the bitches or rats would be more than willing to milk his cock. Since he had gotten a taste of Rose’s sweet lips, nothing sated him. He had tried getting Breeze, one of the bitches who was known to swing either way, and Red both together at the same time but even their make out session didn’t get him hard. Red had seemed to enjoy having Breeze between her thighs, her face full of pussy, and even when she returned the favor, Tonto couldn’t keep his dick hard enough to fuck either of them. Thankfully, they didn’t seem to mind finishing each other off. The other guys jumped on the chance to volunteer their cocks after, giving the girls an eventful night to say the least. The only thing he thought of was Rose. She was a forbidden fruit, and whether or not she was a virgin, her cunt was going to be a prize. Without thinking, he reached down and took her hand, motioning for the Prospect to disappear.

  “Come on.” He pulled her behind him, giving her no room to argue. When they reached a sitting area in the back, positioned in the corner, he sat her down and hollered for one of the rats. “Chelsea! We need beers over here.” A short little brunette with short spiky hair clad in a tight leather mini and tube top jumped up and ran to the kitchen, returning quickly with an armload of beer bottles. She set them all on the table in front of them in a line, taking the time to pop the cap on each one before she waited for further instruction.

  “Thank you. I’m Rose.” Rose stuck her hand out, getting the oddest look in return. The woman smiled finally and shook it.

  “I’m Chelsea. And you must be new. If you need anything just let me know. This…” she waved her hand around, “can be a lot to digest your first time. It’s a great place just to let loose without having to worry about safety. Whatever happens here stays here, doll.” Tonto gave her a warning look that had her stiffening. The rats didn’t know anything about club business, but it was evident that Tonto didn’t want her to know what ‘all this’ contained just yet. Chelsea took the hint and scurried away,
giving her a weak smile first.

  For her environment, Rose was surprised at how nice the woman had been. “She was nice.”

  “She’s a rat, Rose. She better be nice or it’s her ass. All of the girls are pretty easy to get along with. If you decide to…hang around…more often, Heaven can show you the ropes. She has taken a liking to you.” Tonto’s words were almost—dare she say—sweet? Whatever ‘hanging around more often’ entitled, she wasn’t sure she would want to after tonight. And, more importantly, if they would want her to after tonight. Given her lack of experience in most areas, sexual and being exposed to this stuff, there was a good possibility they would send her packing while they laughed at her. Even now, she couldn’t help but stare at everyone. Two girls danced together topless, grinding and kissing as if it was no big deal. Just seeing their bare chests exposed in a room full of strangers made her embarrassed for them. Another chick sat on one dude’s lap with her legs across another, both of them touching and fondling her. At least she still has her clothes on, Rose snorted.

  Sandman walked up and sat beside her, snatching a beer off the table and propping his feet where it had set. “Hey, Rose.”

  “He speaks!” she said overdramatically. Tonto couldn’t hold back the laugh that escaped. For someone so far out of her element, she sure did a good job holding herself together. She was anything but the weak female they had taken her for. The little bit of information they had gathered on her background had led them to believe her to be more emotional and fragile. From what they had seen, the girl held her own. It took a tough bitch to be in a crowd like this, and even though she was shocked, she still voiced her wittiness.

  Sandman looked at her for a long time, still trying to see how deep her comfort level went before he broke her. When she didn’t turn away, he grinned. “Glad to see you made it. I gotta say, I didn’t think you would.”