Seven o’clock finally rolls around and all of the Knights and officers are sitting in the church room. The prospects stand outside the doors to make sure that church is not interrupted for any reason. Prez picks up the gavel and starts to tap it on the table. These cocksuckers aren’t paying any attention.
Deacon stands up and walks over to Fat Boy and Tank, smacking them both in the back of the head. “Shut the fuck up. Church is in session. Respect, fuck face. Respect.”
Rogue clears his throat and I see Deacon stop mid-display of badassness and walk back over to his seat and sit down. What the fuck is that about?
This time I hear and feel the gavel hit the table and the room finally quiets down and everyone focuses on the Prez.
“I am calling to order the church meeting of the Dueling Dragons - Yuma chapter. Officers are present and so are the Knights of the Dragons. Everyone that agrees to this meeting say aye after me.” He says aye and we all repeat. “This meeting has been brought forward in regards to our VP, who is missing at the moment. It has been brought to my attention that a few of you did attended a fight in the desert and our VP was there.”
He looks around the table at us. No one steps forward to say anything. I just fucking know he is going to ask me if I don’t speak up.
“Yes, we did go to the fight. I will tell you, Prez. Ryder is one of my best fucking friends and I don’t give a shit what any of you say. I know that he would never turn his back on us and work for the Russians of all people.” Everyone looks at me. “Come on, you load of fuck sticks. Think about it. Ryder’s old man was the VP of this club for how many years? Flem, you grew up with us. You know that Ryder would never do anything like that. I put my cut on it.”
The guys all turn to look at the Prez as if they’re looking at the next world leader. But what you have to realize is that when you take that oath, when you vow to stand behind your MC and all the members in it and their families, if you step back on that word, it is straight to ground. That shit is taken seriously around here.
“I agree with you, Ziggy. I’ve known Ryder since the day he dripped out of his daddy’s nut sack. That boy would never do that to us or to his father’s name. Too much pride in that boy.” Prez says to me.
If only the Prez knew that his words were so fucking dead on that it wasn’t even funny. Last night, watching Ryder run around that ring like a madman, it was just plain fucking crazy.
“So, boy. How do you suppose we go about getting Ryder back?”
“We could watch how Ryder does in the next couple of fights, and then go from there? I don’t think we should act too fast because that will draw too much attention to us. We can’t back that at this short of a notice,” Rogue says in his calm, accented voice. “You know that Ryder saw us there. I’m sure he isn’t going to do anything stupid. He knows that we will get him home somehow.”
“Yeah, I think Rogue is on the right path here, boys. Let’s play it out and see what happens.” Prez looks around the room. “All those in favor, say aye.” In unison, the room echoes aye and the gavel hits the table. “Ziggy, while this shit is going down, I want you to lay low. You are not to go anywhere close to the Russians or those fights. You hear me?”
“Yes, sir. I will get fucking lost somewhere. If you can’t find me in a few days, you can bet that I’m balls deep in some pussy.” I smile and leave the room.
“You are one sick bastard, Zig,” I hear one of my brothers say as we all go our separate ways after church.
I have some time to cool off and figure shit out. I’ll keep my word to Ryder and ride out to Alabama and check on Faith. Maybe I’ll take the long way and just get some time by myself. Alone time. Yeah, that’s what I need.
Chapter 6 -
Bambi
It’s been too long since I walked away from the Dueling Dragons motorcycle club and Ryder turned his back on me. I enjoyed a few good years with him, but he chose that stupid motorcycle club and his brothers over me. I begged him to run away with me to his sister’s in Kentucky. Ryder thought he was their savior to pay off his dead father’s debts to the Russian mob or some shit like that. My big brother, Flem, tried to explain it to me in as little as detail as possible, but who the fuck was he kidding? Ryder didn’t love me enough to leave all that shit behind and make a life with me. Little did he know that, when he walked away from me, I was pregnant with his son. I think it just might be time for me to introduce Daddy Dearest to his son, Ransom.
Only a few people know about Ransom: my brother, Flem, Prez, and Deacon, the MC elders. The last two only know because I was desperate to survive and showed up at the club when I was pregnant. Ryder was already driving the truck and running product for the Russians. The three of them decided that it was the best interest of the club for me not to tell Ryder. In exchange for my silence, Prez has been paying my bills and keeping me in style. Deacon has been keeping me fucked and happy over the past few years.
It’s just a mutual satisfaction thing between Deacon and me. He’s about twelve years older than me, but he’s dirty in bed and just what I’ve needed to stay happy over the past few years. I truly miss what Ryder and I had together, in and out of bed, but that fucker left me for his club responsibilities and I’ve been biding my time to get him and my old lady status back. I don’t plan to keep fucking Deacon for much longer. He’s getting old and has a hard time keeping it up these days without that little blue pill. Even then, he can only go for a few hours before he has to sleep. Old fuckers. I need a younger man who can keep up with my appetite in bed.
The last time Deacon came to see me he mentioned that Ryder has a new old lady in Kentucky, but that he’d be coming home to the club after his last run as a trucker. I think I need to make my grand entrance in that stinking town in Arizona and introduce him to his son. I just need to figure out how to handle Deacon and get him on board with my resurrection with the Dueling Dragons motorcycle club.
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Six weeks later, Ransom and I arrive in Arizona. I’m supposed to meet Deacon and Rogue at Rogue’s house. I have no idea why I need to meet that crazy Russian fucker, but Deacon said it was very important. Something big is about to go down.
The only thing I care about is throwing my kid in Ryder’s face and pissing him off for never telling him about Ransom. I hope this new old lady doesn’t mind doing the step-mommy babysitting shit, because I am tired of being trapped and not having a life of my own. I want to get out and party again and meet some hot ass hunk. I mean my god, Deacon’s been okay as an on again off again fuck over the past few years but I am so sick of his old ass.
I head over to Deacon’s house and leave Ransom with my cousin, Micah. He knows I have a kid, but he has no idea who the daddy is. Besides, Micah is no longer in the biker lifestyle so it’s safe to leave Ransom with him and his wife, Kellie. I told them that I needed to run some errands and look for a place to live because I’d decided to relocate to be closer to Flem. They fell for it hook, line, and sinker. I swear it’s so easy to play people.
I pull up to Deacon’s rundown piece of shit house. I swear, for a man who runs drugs and guns and has connections, he lives like a fucking miser. I cringe as I walk up the steps and knock on the door. I just want to get this meeting with Rogue over with and get the fuck out before I catch some exotic disease from Deacon’s house.
The door flies open and Deacon gives me a huge smile. “Hey, sweetness! Welcome to my humble abode. Come on in and let’s get down to business.”
He bends down to kiss me and I want to gag. He smells like garlic and beer. What a romantic combination. I turn my head a little and he kisses my cheek. I push him back and slide past to walk inside. I wince when I take in old 80’s furniture and newspapers and beer cans littered all over the coffee table. It smells like stale cigarettes.
I put on a fake smile and turn to Deacon. “Nice place, D.” He gives me an awkward grin. Fuck me; he’s proud of this dump.
He grabs my hand and walks me down a long dark hall
and we come to his kitchen, which is once again old 80’s décor. At the table, that hot, motherfucking crazy Russian, Rogue, is chugging a beer. He’s really filled out over the years since I’ve been gone. He’s ten times hotter than he was when I was with Ryder.
Rogue still has short black hair and those penetrating green eyes that are just fucking wicked. He’s inked himself up even more since I last saw him; that’s so hot. I love a man with tats and piercings. It’s always been a huge turn on.
He looks up from the beer and his eyes wonder up and down my body. A devious smile slowly sneaks up his face. He looks like he might devour me. I think I might have just found myself some fresh meat.
Deacon hands me a beer and points to the table for me to take a seat. I sit in the chair next to Rogue, which causes D to give me a funny look. So I smile at him and bat my lashes. It seems to placate him.
“Sweetness, the reason I called this meeting together is because we have a plan, and you’re a big part of it. ”
Rogue’s hand, which has been under the table since I sat down, runs up and down my leg, under my dress, heading toward my panties. Oh, this man is brazen and I like it. If Deacon catches him, he’ll shoot his ass for touching me like this. I like the danger of it, and it’s turning me on.
I manage to sit there with a stoic look on face as Rogue plays with my panties and makes his way to my sweet spot with his fingers. D continues to ramble on about some plan they have to take over the club and place themselves as Prez and VP. I’m not fully following because I’m trying hard not to fucking come. Rogue pushes a finger inside of me as I spread my legs a little wider for him. He’s just sitting there drinking a beer with his free hand and intently listening to D. Rogue continues his assault on my pussy while sitting there and carrying on a conversation with Deacon, like he’s not doing a thing and bringing me close to the edge.
He starts to circle my clit with his thumb as he pumps his finger inside me. I’m getting so wet and I’m afraid that Deacon’s going to hear it.
I lean forward on the table and try not to put my head down as I clamp my thighs together over Rogue’s arm, trying to stop him from finger fucking me. This doesn’t deter him at all and he continues circling my clit and pumping my wet pussy. I can’t take it anymore; I throw my head back and arch up off the chair and fucking scream out as my orgasm takes over.
As I come down off my high, I open my eyes and look over at D. He’s sitting there with a grimace on his face, but he’s not doing anything about Rogue. I’m confused. Rogue just stares at me, and then he brings his wet sticky finger up to his mouth and licks it clean. That fucker blatantly licked my come off his finger and then smiled at Deacon. Deacon clears his throat and continues on with the plan he’d been trying to explain while I was getting off. It was then and there, I knew there was a power shift between them.
I am very interested in this plan the Deacon’s been warbling on and on about since I arrived. I need to shake off the shock of Rogue’s assault on my pussy and listen to Deacon closer. I just don’t get the whole Deacon being so passive to Rogues openly mauling me. Something is up and it’s gotta be big if D is being a little bitch about it and letting Rogue carry on.
“D, you gonna sit there and let this Neanderthal play finger fucky with my pussy?”
Deacon swallows and looks over to Rogue; he gives Deacon a death stare. Deacon looks back to me and says, “Sweetness, he’s in charge now. If he wants to finger fuck you or screw you in the ass, I ain’t got no say anymore. I’m in deep and not calling the shots, baby.” He looks defeated and lowers his head almost as if he’s ashamed of himself. Well, well, well; this changes the dynamics of our relationship quite a bit.
I turn in my chair and look over at Rogue. “So, Neanderthal man, you’re the boss in this plan of his now?”
Rogue closes his eyes for a minute, as if to plan out his answer. He crosses his tattooed arms over his chest and glares at me.
“Woman, I am the man that will be fucking your wet cunt from now on, and calling the shots. I plan to take out that prick, Ryder, and the Prez and then D, and I will be stepping in as the new Prez and VP. We will be running the MC and associating with my uncle on a permanent partnership. That’s all you need to know for now. The rest is on an as needed basis until I think I can truly trust you not to run your fucking mouth.”
I scoff at his accusation. Fucker doesn’t know me very well. I carefully consider what to say before I open my mouth.
“Look, babe, I am the most trustworthy woman that you’ll ever know. I haven’t told Ryder about our son, and I’ve stayed away to keep my secret. I never want that motherfucker to know about his son,” I lie. “I think you can trust me to help you achieve this club takeover. I’m willing to do anything to get the recognition of HBIC, and that stands for Head Bitch In Charge, in case you’re wondering. I endured taunts and gossip from the other club old ladies when I was with that bastard, Ryder. He never said anything to his brothers about how horrible those uppity bitches treated me. I was his old lady, yet he let them treat me like the fucking club whore.”
I can feel the anger taking over. I hated those bitches and I was hurt that Ryder never made them answer for their cruel treatment of me. “Yes, brother, I am all in, baby!”
Rogue slowly smiles at me. I lift my head up and meet him halfway, my lips meeting his; our tongues dance and then he bites my bottom lip. Fuck me, this man can kiss!
I pull back and look over at D. I don’t really feel bad; he’s used me for sex for several years and hidden Ryder’s kid from him along with Prez. So fuck him! I am moving on to bigger and better.
Rogue looks at me and says, “Come on, baby. My place now” We both get up from Deacon’s table and I don’t even look at him. Whatever shit he’s into with Rogue, it’s deep and he’s going to be on the losing side. I don’t do losers.
Rogue walks me to the front door and tells me to go get in my car and follow him over to his house. I’m happy to be getting out of Deacon’s piece of shit house. I feel like I need a shower. I also need to fuck Rogue and cement myself to him. I know he’s always had a thing for me, even before Ryder made me his old lady.
I never gave Rogue a second thought back then, mostly because he was just muscle for the club. Don’t get me wrong; he is all kinds of hot, but I didn’t want to be an old lady to club muscle. Now it seems that Rogue is planning a move up the ladder and will soon become the Prez of the Dueling Dragons, he’s got D by the balls, and it’s nice to see the high and mighty fall.
Deacon thought I was his property because of him and Prez were keeping me with a roof over Ransom and I heads and kept my bank account padded. He made me feel like a whore in the beginning. I felt like I had back peddled to the point of club whore again. This is my way out of the pit of hell I’ve been living in, and destroy those that fucked me over, Ryder included!
I get into my car and look in the rearview mirror at myself. I see a strong and beautiful woman staring back. A woman who’s been treated like shit on a shoe for years by men. This woman is moving up and nothing will stand in her way. With that thought floating in my head, I take out my lipstick so I can gloss my lips with a jolting cherry red color. I imagine my red lips moving up and down Rogue’s hard cock and I get myself excited just thinking about it. Hurry up and let’s get this show on the road, Neanderthal!
I hear his Harley rumble to a start. Oh yeah, baby; my ass will planted on the back of the bike very soon. He nods at me and hits the throttle, pulling out to the street. I follow him about three miles over to the north end of town. He pulls into a driveway of a home in a swanky neighborhood. Rogue must be loaded to live in this neighborhood. I smile to myself. This day just keeps getting better.
He gets off his bike and stands there looking at me as I pull into the driveway. The man can throw off some scary ass looks when wants. I turn the engine off, grab my purse, and get out of my car. I saunter up the driveway. I want him to know how much I want him.
“So, Ne
anderthal, what’s the plan? We gonna stand here all day or are we gonna fuck?”
Rogue picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, which surprises me. What a caveman! I let out a little scream and he reaches up and pulls the hem of my dress up and slaps my ass. Oh, he’s a kinky one! He rubs my ass as he makes his way to the front door, and then he lays another hard smack across my cheeks. It stings like a motherfucker, but God, it’s getting me wet.
His thickly accented voice booms out to the fucking neighborhood, “Woman, shut the fuck up and just sit back and enjoy the ride. I ain’t interested in chitchat from your sexy ass right now. I’m taking you in and I am going to strip you naked and fuck that sweet ass. I’ve been waiting years to take the sweet hole. It’s all mine now.”
I swallow hard. I haven’t had anal sex since I was with Ryder. I hope he takes it slow so I can adjust to it. I’m a little scared now. Ryder eased me into it the first time he popped that cherry. I have a feeling Neanderthal man won’t be so accommodating. Lord, what have I got myself into with this crazy mutha!
Rogue gets his front door open while still carrying me like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. I thought it was sexy at first, but now it just fucking hurts.
We walk into the front hallway and I am immediately impressed. Rogue has either hired an interior designer or he’s a closet gay man in a six foot six, tattooed biker body. I doubt the latter is true. The thought makes me giggle as he pulls me off his shoulder and slides me down his hard body. When my feet hit the floor, he looks into my eyes and it makes me nervous.
He reaches out and touches my hair, and then wraps it around his hand. He yanks my head back and licks my neck, biting my earlobe. He bites all the way down my neck while clutching my hair in his hands. He works his teeth and lips down to my tits. I reach back and unzip my dress with my left hand and he reaches over my shoulder and pulls it down my arms. I’m not wearing a bra because it’s a sundress, so my tits are exposed to him now. He leans down further and nibbles on my nipple. It’s not hard, but there’s a little pain mixed with the pleasure he’s giving me.
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