A Black Ice MC Novella
by Rayna Bishop
Crash - A Black Ice MC Novella
© 2014 Rayna Bishop
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This story is a work of fiction. All characters are products of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.
Edited by Delilah Fox – Find her work on Amazon.
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank my amazing friends and family who supported me through the writing of this story and continue to support me every single day. I would also like to thank Davida Lynn who’s constant teaching and understanding has helped me reach the place where I can write stories like this.
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The sun was setting behind a forest of pine trees. Danni held tightly to Mercer as he took the corners fast. She loved the sensation of speeding around the curves. She felt alive and scared at the same time. The smell of his leather jacket and the glow of the sun through the brightly colored trees made her think this was more dream than real life. Mercer sped around another corner and Danni’s stomach leapt into her chest. She laughed, then put her lips next to his ear, and said over the rumble of the engine, “I’m hungry.” Mercer nodded and sped up even more. A few miles down the road, they found a diner attached to a small motel. It had green trim on dirty white walls and big neon sign out front told them it was called the Sleep ‘N’ Eat.
Sipping coffee and looking over the menu, Danni asked, “How much farther until we get to Rawlins?”
“Just about four hours,” answered Mercer, without looking up from his menu.
“You excited to get back?”
He put down his menu. “Excited isn’t right. I need to get back. There’s a lot of work to do. Me and Doc, we’ve got to rebuild Black Ice. Make it something I can be proud of again.”
The waitress came by and asked what they wanted to eat. Mercer got a hamburger but Danni wanted French toast, even though it was late evening. After the waitress walked away, Mercer didn’t finish his thought. He just stared out the window. Lately, he’d had been doing that sort of thing a lot.
Physically, they were closer than ever. After wanting each other since high school, they were finally together. Their time together had been spent exploring each other. Danni and Mercer agreed that nothing was off limits, no matter how dark the desire. They would try anything once, without fear of judgment.
But there were still moments when Mercer would become withdrawn and quiet. She asked him to talk about it, and he did–somewhat. Late at night, in a little hotel room somewhere in Illinois after a night of vigorous lovemaking, he told her that while fighting the men sent to kill them, one of them had said something he couldn’t shake. A man named Bingo had called Mercer a coward. He said Mercer didn’t like the direction the club was going, so he stole a bunch of money and ran away. The problem was, Bingo was right. He had run away. Just like he had all those years ago after his best friend—and Danni’s boyfriend—Specs had died. He had been running his entire life, but now, Mercer knew it was time to stick around and build something for himself. It was time to stop running.
After dinner, they were both full and the sun was too far behind the trees to travel any further, so they got a room in the attached hotel. It was a small room with a small bed and a dirty tile floor. Despite being no more than sixty-five degrees outside, the air conditioner still blew, and neither of them could find a way to shut it off.
After taking turns in the shower, they got under the blankets and wordlessly found each other in the dark. Danni’s lips met Mercer’s and his hands ran over her body, paying special attention to her breasts. He loved fondling her breasts and she love him doing it. She loved anything he did to her. After years of dating timid men too afraid to ask for what was on their mind, Danni knew Mercer took what he wanted.
He looked her square in the eyes and she whispered, “Do it.”
His rough hands were all over her and she found his cock in the darkness. He was already hard. It made Danni feel so good that he was ready for her. That was the chemistry between them. They didn’t need sexy clothes or toys. They just needed each other.
Mercer got on top of Danni and pinned her down. She loved how powerful he was. She wanted him to consume her, take her in the darkness without a word. Instead of entering her, Mercer kissed down her stomach and spread Danni’s legs. His mouth found her wet pussy. He ran his tongue up her slit. He found her clit and worked her with his tongue. She ran her hands through this hair and pushed him harder into her.
When she could take no more, he came back up her body and pushed his thick rod into her. She wrapped her legs around him buried her face between his neck and shoulder as he pumped her over and over. Their bodies became one, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through them until they couldn’t help themselves, their control over the rhythm was getting lost in the ecstasy. Soon Mercer was slamming in her fast and hard, bringing them both to the breaking point.
Afterward, they laid quietly in the dark, with his arm around her, and her head against his muscular chest. Her hand ran up his tight stomach, and like every other night, her fingers found the long scar that ran from his waist around his side, stopping just short of his arm pit. She knew his past had been violent, and he had brought violence to her when Tank, the former Black Ice president, had followed Mercer back to Tennessee. Danni wondered how much more violence waited in their future.
“Make me a promise,” she said.
“What’s that?” asked Mercer, sleepily.
“I know you’re going to have a lot of work to do when we get to Rawlins, but let’s keep some time for us. We’re just getting started together. I want to keep up the momentum we’ve built.”
“Absolutely. I can’t wait to show you around. You’re going to love it there.”
Mercer kissed her and tightened his arm around her. He fell asleep a few minutes later, but Danni couldn’t sleep for a while. She stared off into the dark room, hoping what he said was true.
Danni let out an enthusiastic whoop as they rode past a sign letting them know they had now entered Rawlins, Montana. It had been a long ride, with the air getting colder around them as they made their way north. She marveled at the snowcapped mountains and the expansive forest around them. Their hometown was a small place in a rural setting, but it was nothing like this new place. The sun broke through the clouds and some of Danni’s worries burned away.
All of Rawlings looked like it was made of pine. As they got further into town, more houses lined the road, then gave way to little shops. They rode through the center of town, past a large courthouse and police station. An older man in uniform peered at them behind mirrored sunglasses. Mercer waved to him, but the man stayed stone- faced and motionless.
A few minutes later, Mercer made a few turns. At a stoplight, he turned back to Danni. “Clubhouse is just around this corner.”
They waited for the green light, and when they turned the corner, Danni was shocked at what she saw. It w
as a large building, split into a couple of sections. The front end was similar to a log cabin with large windows in the font, each one smashed. The door had been busted off the hinges and was laying just inside the clubhouse. Attached to the rear was a larger structure, like a giant garage. It had no windows, but if the front clubhouse section was any indication, it was just as busted up.
They parked the bike and got inside. The external damage was just the tip of the iceberg. Inside, the tables had been smashed, glass was all over the floor, and the TV and stereo in the corner were actually bullet holes
The glass crunched under their boots as they walked in. Mercer held his hand up, telling Danni not to go too far inside the clubhouse in case anyone dangerous was still around. Mercer hadn’t picked up another gun since leaving Calumet, and now he was regretting it.
“Damn shame, isn’t it.”
They turned towards the voice. Standing in the doorway was a thin man in his fifties. He had long gray hair with salt and pepper stubble. He wore a leather jacket that had been beat to Hell and back. He reminded Danni of a cowboy, not in the way he dressed, but purely in attitude and swagger.
“Doc!” Mercer cried. He rushed over and gave the man a big hug. They clapped each other hard on the back. “Come here, I need you to meet someone.”
They walked over to Danni and the older man stuck out his hand. “Hiya, Darlin’. My name’s Doc. Pleased to meet you.”
Danni shook his hand. “I’m Danni. Mercer’s said a lot about you. Good to see you here.”
“Doc, what the hell happened here?” asked Mercer.
“You were away too long, kid. Once you killed Tank and the others in Tennessee, everyone took off for greener pastures. They were a bunch of assholes, really, and I was glad to be rid of most of ‘em, but without a club to protect our territory, the Rattlers just rolled into town and took over.”
“The Rattlers? They’re nothing but a bunch of punks,” said Mercer.
“Yeah well, a bunch of punks is still more than I can fight off by myself.”
“The great Doc can’t handle a few teenagers on bikes?” Mercer joked with the man.
Doc knew Mercer was joking with him, but didn’t return the smile. “Don’t underestimate these fuckers. They got muscle now, and somehow, they got a big hookup for weapons. Getting them up from Mexico somehow. But I ain’t worried. You’re back.”
“Damn straight I am. We’ll get our club and our town back.”
“Where do we start?” Danni asked.
Mercer looked around at the damage to the clubhouse. “Right here.”
Danni swept the glass from the floor while Mercer and Doc hauled the busted tables and door out back. The TV and stereo were next while Danni carefully collected every busted bottle from behind the bar. Then she mopped up the sticky, dried liquor while Mercer and Doc hammered boards over the busted windows.
At first, they thought the power had been shut off or even the lines cut, but Doc went into the basement and found that the breaker had been tripped. Danni flipped the switch for the lights and several bulbs popped, but half the lights came on, giving them just enough light in the dark room.
They’d been working so hard, Danni didn’t even realize how hungry she was until Mercer came back in with a pizza and a twelve pack of beer. She scarfed down three slices in record time, then popped a can and drained half of it.
“Got a hell of an appetite on you, Darlin’,” said Doc.
“We’ve been riding a long time. I’m just glad to eat something other than diner food.”
“I’ll bet.”
Mercer turned to Doc. “Tell me straight. What are we up against?”
Doc finished his bite and took a drink of beer. “The Rattlers have gained a lot of power since Black Ice fell apart. They’ve got twelve guys in their club and a direct pipeline to all the guns they need. They run firearms and drugs all the way from Mexico into Canada, and make a hell of a lot of money doing it.”
“Great,” grumbled Mercer.
“I’m not done yet. Before Tank took over, Black Ice more or less had a truce with the police, but that went away when Henry died. The cops don’t want us coming back.”
Danni wasn’t sure how a motorcycle gang pulling illegal jobs could have a truce with the cops. She asked, “The cops are on your side? Did you pay them off or something?”
Doc shook his head. “We didn’t pay them off. The police are way too uptight for that.”
Mercer explained, “The cops aren’t on our side, but they know we don’t pull any jobs in town and actually kept other criminal elements out. We don’t allow drugs in schools or anything else that could harm the kids. Because of that, the police turn a blind eye to a lot of what we do.”
“Correction, they used to turn a blind eye. When Tank took over, all those rules went out the window. He brought drugs and prostitution into Rawlins. Even got some high school kids to start peddling shit during lunch. That fuckin’ guy would do anything to earn a buck. Didn’t matter to him at all. Anyway, since then, the cops haven’t treated us kindly. One of them even pulled me over the other day just to give me shit and tell me I’d better not be thinking of bringing this club back from the dead.”
They were all silent for a moment. Then Danni raised her beer and said, “Fuck ‘em.”
They toasted their beers, and all three of them repeated, “Fuck ‘em.”
“We’re coming back. Hell yeah. We’re coming back,” promised Mercer.
The next few days were a blur of activity. Mercer and Danni didn’t get to see a lot of each other since they were both so busy. While Mercer and Doc got the clubhouse fixed up, Danni went to work finding a place for them to live. Mercer had originally thought they could stay in the clubhouse temporarily, but there wasn’t a room in good enough shape to house them, even for a few days.
Danni used a small hatchback that technically belonged to the club, but no one ever used, and went off looking at places. Rawlins wasn’t a major city, but it was big enough that she had a hard time finding something decent, in their price range, and near the clubhouse.
After a morning of fruitless search, Danni grabbed lunch at a deli. She took a seat near a window and let her mind wander as she watched the traffic go by. This was the first meal she had eaten by herself since leaving Tennessee with Mercer, and she was surprised to miss his company. It was strange, she’d lived alone for years, occasionally going days without speaking to anyone. She had thrived on her independence and never felt like she needed people around her, but there she sat, eating a roast beef sandwich and feeling lonely.
It was just the situation, she told herself. Mercer was busy getting the club in order and she was getting used to a new town. She had lived in Calumet her entire life. She’d barely even been outside of the city limits and had never traveled so far before. It was natural to feel out of place.
She wished Mercer was there with her. She could tell him how she was feeling. He would reassure her that everything would be OK once they were settled, and that would take care of it. She’d try to talk to him tonight back at the hotel room. Or, hopefully, their own apartment.
“You mind sharing a table?”
The voice caused Danni to come out of her haze. She looked up and saw a tall, very handsome, man in a leather jacket standing over her. His square jaw had several days of stubble and she could see flecks of gray in most of his dark chin hairs. His short hair was a mess and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he had been riding for days. Danni wondered if she’d looked like that when they came riding into town.
When Danni saw there were no other seats available, she offered the seat across from her and he sat down. He took a big bite from his sandwich and took a long drink before saying anything to her.
“Thanks,” he said. “I’ve been riding for hours and was starving to death. I’m new to town and don’t know anything about anything here. This is the first place I’ve found that looked like it would pass a health inspection.”
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