“You! Yours, Tonka! Don’t fucking stop!” There we go. That’s what he wanted to hear.
“Come on my dick, Abi.” And, true to his word, he took her over, holding on as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body. With her still milking his dick, he brought on one after another, keeping her drunk on orgasms. She didn’t recognize her own screams. Nothing existed in the subspace she floated in, only fading deeper and deeper into it between the roughness of his words, moves, and the little bits of pain he inflicted. He’d pinch her nipple, then smack her ass. The next time he pinched her clit with enough pressure, she exploded, squirting cream out around his meat. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t take back the control he’d stolen. She was at his mercy.
Tonka gritted his teeth, wanting to hold on as long as he could. His dick suctioned in and out of her sloppy hole, his movements growing erratic. In a few hard strokes he bottomed out with the tip of his cock, kissing her cervix and blew with a loud yell of his own, pumping squirt after squirt into the rubber. When the last drops were milked from his nuts, he pulled out, discarding the baby batter into the trash can and untied her wrists. He collapsed beside her long enough to catch his breath, still shocked at the sated, wicked little bitch beside him. Damn if she wasn’t a handful. He hadn’t enjoyed a piece that good in a long time…if ever. His mind started to think shit he didn’t want to deal with, like laying there and pulling her into his arms, never letting her go. Oh, fuck no! With one last kiss to her cheek, he got up and threw his clothes on. As he was walking out the door he stopped, frozen in thought. “Go to the clubhouse after you get around.” And with that, he walked out.
Abi still floated in the aftermaths of the multiple orgasms she’d just had, unable to make a coherent thought. When the brain fuzz began to clear, she was angry. Angry at the way he’d managed to make her feel inferior, and pissed at how he took control. “Next time, Tonka. You’ll be begging me.” She got up and hit the shower, already plotting her revenge. This was her game, and dammit, she always won, 'cause the cost of losing was a sure way to lose everything, even yourself.
Chapter Five
Abi walked into the clubhouse, met by Chevy who seemed to be waiting for her. “Hey, kid. ‘Bout time you got your ass home where it belongs.” Chevy pulled her into a hug, holding her at arm’s length just enough to size her up.
“Hi, Chevy. It’s good to see you.”
“Damn, look at you! You’re all grown up, honey.” Her finger traced the knot on Abi’s eye, her face twisting. “Care to tell me what the fuck happened to you?” Abi pulled away, her cold demeanor returning.
“Nothing that needs mentioning, girlfriend. So, what’s going on today?” She caught herself from adding, ‘Tonka said I needed to be here’ hoping that their morning romp wasn’t public knowledge.
“Rumble. We need all hands on deck for the ‘after party’,” she said, making air quotes with her fingers.
“Another one? Damn, a bit overkill, don’t ya think?” Normally, Rumbles were held once a week, sometimes less.
“Yeah. Duke, Bull, and Hammer went down to the Iron Maiden last night for a few drinks. A couple of the Prospects were out on watch and intercepted a drug deal with four of the Silent Outlaws.”
“What? This isn’t their turf.”
“Nope, and after they were carried off, the guys got a look at the blow. The Diablos logo was on the baggies.” She led me in to sit with her on the couch, the rats already busy cooking.
“So they expecting retaliation?”
“Yeah. One of the boys got Intel that they were planning on hitting tonight. Tonto wants everyone here on lockdown until they find out where.” Chevy had been like a mom in a sense to Abi growing up, especially during puberty. There were only certain things a girl could go to her brother for. The two had been in contact even while she was off at college, and was the only breathing soul who knew about her fighting career.
“Great. I can smell the thick testosterone already. Sledge is gonna be riding my ass to move. I’ve gotta hurry and get my own place. He still can’t comprehend that I’m grown now.”
Chevy laughed. “Honey, he’ll never grow out of it. He loves you.”
“Yeah, I know. He’s got a rude awakening coming though.”
“Still ain’t told him?” She’d been on Abi to just be honest with her brother about her preferred profession but Abi couldn’t bring herself to do it. He had enough to worry about and the last thing either of them needed was him freaking out. He’d done his job, sacrificing his childhood to raise Abi and their siblings.
“No. There’s just too much shit going on, Chev.”
Chevy grabbed her hand, forcing her make eye contact. “There’s always too much going on, girl. You don’t want him to find out on his own.”
“I’d prefer him not find out at all…” Abi rolled her eyes, knowing Chevy was right. Sooner or later someone would find out, then tell him. If it came from her, it’d save her an ass beating. She wouldn’t put it past him to take a belt to her ass and try to ground her. He may not be able to fully punish her like a child, but his childish ways at getting revenge were limitless. With a club of dominate men and unlimited resources, he could easily make sure she didn’t ever fight again. Damn them and the people they knew.
“Well, heads up. Tonto knows something. You know how he likes to dig and pry into others’ business. Just be ready if he calls you out.”
“Damn. Thanks, Chev. I shoulda known his nosey ass would find out. Maybe Rose can help persuade him to keep his trap shut for a while. Where’s she at?”
“The doctor. She’s had the flu for the past few days so the guys forced her to go. It’s not the flu. I’d bet my favorite chaps she’s got a Savage bun in the oven.” Chevy grinned, her excitement evident.
“Really? Damn. You think Tonto and Sandman are ready?”
“Shit, they have been begging for one. Rose’s little brother is here ninety percent of the time. He’s a cute little guy. He went home decked out in a Savage cut, boots, and bandana last week.”
“Oh Lord. Spoiled much?”
“Well, he needed the garb to go with the motorcycle power wheels Tonto got him.” Chevy grinned, grabbing her cell phone. She flipped the screen a few times and handed it to Abi. It was a picture of the little tike riding his bike in the parking lot next to all of the big motorcycles, fully decked out. He had on someone’s aviator glasses to polish the look.
“Awww! He’s freaking adorable! I guess Rose’s mom should just be glad he wasn’t carrying a beer in his hand.” Chevy took the phone and swiped again, smirking. The next picture was of him holding a sippy cup that someone had glued a Jack Daniel’s label to. “Oh Lordy. I shoulda known.”
“Yeah, he’s a cutie. It’s funny to watch these guys with him. They go from asshole to baby-babbling, horsie-ride-giving softies.”
“Horsie rides? Damn I gotta see that shit.” The guys started walking in, all migrating upstairs. “I guess it’s time.”
“Yeah. I don’t think it’ll take that long today. Mostly just tasking out security details and shit, and rounding up all the ol’ ladies and kids and shit. The only downside is that a lot of the rats are going to be hauled in here with us. On one hand, it’ll be good to keep the assholes occupied, but damn if I wanna deal with some of those little skanks. I’m one word away from doing a sweep on a couple of these whores. Jody is out. I’m bouncing her nappy ass down the pavement tonight. Rachael is right behind her. The guys are getting tired of their shit anyway.”
“Who are they?” Abi pointed to the two new faces over in the corner who were taking a lot of shit from Jody and Rachael.
“The redhead is Cherry. She seems to be a pretty sweet girl, and rumor has it, she can suck a tennis ball through a water hose. The brunette is Katy.”
"Yeah, I recognized her. She was the one Tonka had fucked the other night." Abi fought the urge to bash her pretty little head against the wall. What the hell? Abi wasn’t one to ever be even the slight
est bit jealous, but just seeing the girl’s face had her temper raging.
“You okay?” Chevy’s voice cut through her inner dialog.
“Hum? Oh, yeah. Fine.” Abi grabbed a bag of chips off the table and crammed a handful into her mouth. Chevy watched her carefully, but didn’t pry. If the girl was finally setting her sites on one of the guys, the less she knew the better. Plus, she had bigger fish to fry. Once again, Jody’s skank ass was causing problems. She’d done been warned to stay away from the married bikers and had ignored it one too many times. Sandman, Tonto, and Yo Neg were walking by when she made her move. With Rose at the doctor and Raven with her, Chevy stepped in.
“Excuse me for a minute… I need to take out the fuckin’ trash.” Chevy walked over to the girl who was hanging on the guys, her hand cupping not the single man's dick, but of the dicks of Rose's men. “I warned you, you nasty slut.” With no other warning, Chevy cocked back and knocked Jody on her ass, diving on top of her with both hands swinging. The two tumbled around the floor, Chevy keeping the upper hand. Jody got few blows in, and like most stupid cunts, she tried pulling hair more than her fists made contact. “Oh fuck no.” Chevy grabbed her head with both hands and slammed it to the ground. Jody fought for her life, clawing and thrashing under her. Somehow in the mix, Jody’s scrap of a shirt was torn off, her back exposed.
“You stupid slut, get off me!” Jody screamed. Chevy rolled her over and planted her face in the concrete with enough force her nose and mouth spurt open. Blood ran down her face, the lumps and bumps already swelling. Jody flipped to her side and took a swing but Chevy dodged to the side. With the girl off-balance, Chevy grabbed her arm and wrenched it behind her back, flipping her back over on her stomach. With her shirt gaping open and shredded, her back was fully exposed. The room gasped. In the middle of her shoulder blades, the Savages’ colors were inked into her flesh.
“Oh, hell no. Abi, bring me a blade. This little slut got the Devil Savages’ tat without earning it. That’s club property, whore, and I’m taking it back.” Her words set the bitches in motion. Getting the mark was a privilege that was earned, and took years to get. For her to go out on her own and get tatted was a slap in the face to all the girls. Abi didn’t flinch, knowing that by the time the bitches and Chevy got done with her, there wouldn’t be much left. She handed Chevy her blade and backed away, catching Rachael out of the corner of her eye. Don’t do it, cunt. Before Abi could get her next thought out, Rachael did it. In one leap, Rachael dove on top of Chevy, knocking her backwards off Jody. Abi took a step forward but stopped, smiling. “You just signed your death warrant, Rachael. Abi?”
“Stupid move.” Abi grinned, pushing through the mob of bitches about to attack and grabbed Rachael by the throat and planted her fist smack dab in her nose. Rachael fell to the ground, her body stiff, totally unconscious. Abi looked at Chevy with an eyebrow raised, waiting to see what to do. Chevy rolled her eyes and turned back to Jody.
“This…” she traced the point of the knife along the tattoo, “belongs to the Savages.” Chevy gritted her teeth and sliced around the artwork, removing the piece of skin. Jody’s blood pooled around them on the floor, her screams piercing through the air. Abi watched on, emotionless. When the last thread of fatty tissue had been torn away, Chevy rose with the chunk of flesh in hand. Tonto stood by the bar, arms folded across his chest. His stone cold expression revealed nothing of a reaction, but the icy glare and simple nod was all that was needed for the Prospects to move in and remove both women from the club. Chevy handed him the tattooed skin and wiped the blood off her face with the back of her arm. “Here. This belongs to you.” Without another word, Chevy went to the back to clean up. Raven was one mean bitch, but if Chevy had to deal with the little tramps, there was blood payment required. She had no hesitation in doing what was necessary for her family.
The bitches were already instructing the rats to clean up the mess. With the night just beginning, Abi couldn’t help but get excited. She needed a good fight. Maybe being holed up in the clubhouse would be a good thing after all. Plus, the beds and bathrooms were a hell of a lot nicer than they were at home. It was a damn mansion compared to the shithole her brother lived in.
Yo Neg had been watching Abi from the doorway, shocked at the effortless damage she’d created with one punch. He was impressed. And, just as luck would have it, she was headed in his direction. “Abi, a minute?” She turned and spotted him for the first time, surprise written in the contours of her features.
“What’s up?”
When her dark brown eyes looked up at him, he knew every effort to stay away from her fucking flew out the window. No matter what he did or what piece of pussy he stuck his dick in—she haunted his dreams and during the day, she had a running reel in his mind. It had been hard but he made a decision. If she wanted to play hard to get, he was game. He loved the thrill of a hunt, and having her be his prey would only be a fantasy come true. Because once he caught her—and he would—he’d make her ass submit over and over as he fucked down her barriers. He was done with hiding out and avoiding her, it made him feel like a pussy. He was anything but and she would learn to deal.
“I thought maybe we could talk..." Yo Neg paused, narrowed his eyes at her, and continued, "What the hell happened to your face? I leave on a short run and come back to this. Start talking now, Ab—”
“There you are. I need to see you in my office. Now.” Tonto walked up behind Yo Neg, cutting him off from his tirade. So much for getting answers or scoring some time with her. As much as he wanted to voice his distaste for the leader’s phenomenal cockblock, he bit his tongue. Abi shot a glance back at Yo Neg before nodding, following him back toward the small downstairs office.
“Damn, what’d I miss? It looks like a blood bath in here.” Great, now Tonka. Who’s next? The one time he wanted to wait and catch someone uninterrupted, everyone decided to jump on conversation at one time. What the fuck?
Yo Neg let out a deep sigh, rubbing his hand through his hair. “Well, from what I gather, Jody started some shit, and Chevy took care of it. The bitch had a Savages tat on her back, so of course the club property had to be returned when they bounced her.”
“Damn. Stupid cunt. Well, Chevy is a badass, no doubt about that.”
“Abi stepped in and clocked Rachael who tried to jump in. Knocked the bitch out with one fucking punch.” Yo Neg smirked.
Tonka grinned, not surprised. He glanced around, looking for Sledge before he spoke, “So, anything between you two?”
“Fuck no. I been staying away, then when I decide fuck it and come to speak with her. Every time I try to get close to her someone interrupts. Why?” Yo Neg wasn’t stupid. They’d been friends for too long for him not to pick up on Tonka’s mood change. Normally, he was a complete and utter asshole to everyone, not as bad as Yo Neg but close, and rumored to be incapable of smiling. Now, he couldn’t help but grin at the mention of the little hellcat stomping a rat.
“No reason. Wanna beer? I’m grabbing one before Rumble. I have a feeling we are in for some shit.”
“Bullshit. Something happened. What?” Damn him for being a nosey bastard. Any other bitch or tail, he wouldn’t give a flying fuck to ask about. But Abi… That one he knew would bring up red flags. Not one to lie, especially to his brother, he spilled it.
“She got wasted last night. Came in the clubhouse black and blue, lookin’ like hell. After half a fifth of Jose, I took her home. Sledge’s stupid ass wasn’t there to take care of her.”
“Fuck, man, you didn’t…” Yo Neg bowed up, shocking Tonka. Hell, they were all guilty of drunk fucking, but like him, Abi was different.
“No, asshole. The damn trailer is so bad if I’d have sneezed, the fuckin’ walls would have come down, so I crashed on the couch. This morning…well, I got a good taste at just how grown up she really is.” The words felt foreign on his tongue. He’d never talked about fucking a bitch so eloquently.
“Fuck.” Yo Neg didn’t k
now what to say. Hell, he couldn’t exactly scold him for doing the same damn thing he’d done. Even using that he hadn’t known it was Sledge’s sister before didn’t stop the fact that he wanted her now.
“I didn’t give her a chance to pull that shit she did on you. I got up and walked out.” He handed Yo Neg a beer and took a seat on the arm of the couch.
Yo Neg was pissed, but hell, she wasn’t marked. He had no stakes on her just as Tonka didn’t. If she wanted to fuck around, it was her choice. Even if he didn't like it.
*****
“Abi, take a seat.” Tonto remained standing, using his normal intimidation skills, although it didn’t faze her a bit. He slid a folder across to her, propping up against the desk.
“What’s this?” Abi asked.
“Open it.”
Abi arched an eyebrow but flipped it open, her face turning white. “Wh-where did you get this?” Spread out in front of her was a stack of pictures of her in the ring, dating back during her so-called college years. There was a list of her stats, info, and more. Son-of-a-bitch.
“I know people. So, have fun in college?” Tonto couldn’t help but give her a hard time.
“Yeah. So what, you gonna rat me out to Sledge? He’s bound to find out sooner or later. I’m a grown ass woman, so he really doesn’t have much say.” Yeah, she sounded fifteen again but so what.
“Nope. I have something else in mind. I want you to move in the clubhouse. That damn piece of shit Sledge has you living in is bullshit. I oughta kick his ass for leaving you unprotected after all the shit we have going down right now. In return, I’ll let you fight at Devil’s Den.” Had Abi just heard him right? He was offering to let her fight. Some of the top competitors go to the Den. If she could beat the national champ, she had a chance at being picked up in the UFC and go on to hopefully make it against Ronda Rousey. Hell yeah. So, what was the catch?
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