Death Dwellers Motorcycle Club:: Fifteen Bad Boy Biker Books

by Kathryn C. Kelly

  “Cuz. It goes back to your favorite fucking word. We human. Love, marriage, relationships, and commitment hard as fuck, cuz we complicate shit. We pretend shit one way and not another. We don’t listen to what the other motherfucker sayin’. Or we think how we feel more important than how they feel. You cryin’ in here, thinkin’ Kendall leavin’. Instead of learnin’ from what the fuck you and her been through and knowin’ she stayin’. Cuz, Johnnie, your woman ain’t leavin’. If I know that, why can’t you? Why the fuck you doubt that bitch so much?”

  “Think about this, Christopher. Iona left me for another man. Megan claimed she had feelings for me, but she refused to act on them because of you. And Kendall? She left me. Granted, I never loved Iona. I liked her and cared about her, but I did love Megan and everything I decided for Kendall was because I love her. But I’ve been on edge. We all have because of Digger.”

  A sore spot with Mortician, he immediately stiffened upon hearing his brother’s name. Any mention of Digger made Mort tense. Christopher understood. As angry as he was with the assfuck, Mort loved his brother.

  “We need to do something about him. Any headway, Mort?”

  Mortician looked to Christopher at Johnnie’s question.

  “Most I fuckin’ know is the motherfucker somewhere in Canada with Sharper and Osti,” Christopher answered without much inflection as the door opened and Arrow and Cash walked in.

  Johnnie barely paused to greet them. “Why? Riley can put all his resources together and find their exact location. Riley’s ex-military. Ex-law enforcement. He has a lot of contacts, so why aren’t you making him utilize them?”

  “What he said,” Arrow greeted, heading to the bar and finding a bottle of gin. “Breaking in new bitches might be pleasurable, but not for the fucking reason we had to do it. Six fucking girls deserting us thanks to all the rumors going around.”

  “Shut up, Arrow,” Cash demanded. “We said we weren’t bringing any of this up.”

  Christopher frowned. “What fuckin’ rumors?” The interruption on his anniversary had been about fucking rumors. “I already addressed that. The club ain’t closin’. We still makin’ money and sendin’ out the brothers’ portions. Next payment due in a week. I ain’t ever stopped them from comin’ and pickin’ up their dollars.” That was the last rumor. That things had gotten so bad, Christopher wouldn’t allow anyone on premises at any time if they didn’t live somewhere on the property. “What I wanna fuckin’ know is where the motherfuckin’ rumors comin’ from.”

  “The brothers,” Arrow snapped. “What are they supposed to think? It’s been months since we had a social or a barbeque. Since we had any fucking event with the Bobs.”

  “Club members can come on premises any time they fuckin’ want,” Christopher countered. “Ain’t been enough around to call on them bitches.”

  “Club’s on lockdown, Outlaw,” Arrow gritted out. “That severely limits shit. Why? Because of goddamn Digger.”

  “No, because of Sharper,” Mortician growled, coming to his feet.

  Christopher stood, too, and situated himself between Arrow and Mort, silently warning both of them not to fight.

  “Any specifics about where in Canada he’s at?”

  “Arrow, I swear you need to shut the fuck up sometimes.”

  He wouldn’t back down. “Well, is there?”

  “Nope, none. When we find the motherfuckers, your ass gonna know.”

  “You looking?” Arrow pressed sharply

  Not enough. Instead of confessing to the slack, Christopher glared at him. “I’ll let you fuckin’ know if we fuckin’ find exactly where the fuck they at.”

  “Arrow, back the fuck off,” Johnnie warned, standing next to Christopher. “Enjoy being alive for a while longer.”

  Stiffening, Arrow narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists, his hand settling at his side. “What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

  Coldness dropped into Johnnie’s gaze. “That once we re-engage Sharper, lives will be lost. I support Christopher’s decision to leave things as they are.”

  Publicly, yeah. Privately or around Mort and Val, Johnnie gave him hell about it.

  “We’re preparing for the battle,” Johnnie continued. “Reinforced gates and doors. More complicated codes. We’re even trying to secure a location for any girls Sharper might have in his possession. But all of this takes time and we have more than just Digger and Sharper to think about. We have the church. Once Sharper re-emerges, his loyal members will want him back.”

  Yeah, an article appeared here and there about the congregation’s need for their esteemed leader’s return. They waited for that day like they waited for the Second Coming.

  Another mistake of Christopher’s was he should’ve blown that church the fuck up when he’d gotten rid of the motherfucker’s house.

  “You say all this shit now, Johnnie,” Arrow shouted, “but that’s not what the fuck I heard when Cash and me walked in.”

  Unlike when Mort and Arrow were about to go at it, Christopher stepped out of the way for Johnnie. Arrow needed to keep his fucking mouth shut. If he wanted to fuck with Johnnie, all the better. Johnnie was having fucking withdrawals because he hadn’t killed anyone. If Arrow was stupid enough to provoke Johnnie, then he needed fucking up.

  “Say that shit again, motherfucker,” Johnnie said coolly. “I dare you. I’m a grown fucking man and I don’t have to answer to you about what I talk to Christopher about. You have a fucking problem with that? Step up to me and tell me about it.”

  Red suffused Arrow’s face, but he raised his hands and backed away.

  “Yeah, I thought fucking not,” Johnnie sneered.

  Arrow stiffened but remained silent.

  “Okay, this the fuckin’ cue for me to tell motherfuckers to get the fuck out.”

  “My ass know where I’m not wanted,” Mort quipped, stretching. He didn’t look as happy and relaxed as he had before Arrow started with his bullshit.

  The alarm beeped right before a voice said front door open.

  Christopher yanked open the door to his man cave, colliding with Bunny, who was running toward the staircase, with her head down.

  He grabbed her arms to steady her. When she lifted her head, tears glistened in her eyes and her throat worked, as if she wanted to talk but couldn’t.

  “Megan been lookin’ for you.”

  Her chin wobbled and her nose reddened a little more, but she faked a smile. “Tr-Trader needed me,” she said hoarsely.

  Christopher narrowed his eyes as he released her. Something wasn’t fucking right.

  Cash stepped out of the man cave and searched Bunny from head-to-toe. “You look like somebody killed your best friend,” he said, blowing smoke in the air from the cigarette he’d lit.

  Wrapping her arms around her waist, she shook her head.

  Johnnie stood on the other side of her. “You sure you’re okay, sweetheart?”

  She nodded and attempted another smile. “F-fine.”

  They stood silent, waiting for a moment, watching her closely, attempting to figure out just what was wrong. She was a tall, busty girl with a pretty face and a warm personality. Christopher knew a lot about her past, more than even she realized and not only from what Megan had confided in him.

  “I know what’s up, girl,” Mort began on a teasing note. “You didn’t want to do all that fucking cooking and decorating for the shower tomorrow, so you stayed away.”

  She forced a laugh. “Yeah, that’s it, Mort,” she agreed, fear and pain in her voice.

  Fuck, if Megan saw Bunny so hurt and scared, she’d fucking flip. Seeing the girl now, Christopher suspected Trader was abusing Bunny in some way.

  “You look kinda fucked up, babe.” More than kinda. Completely. “Go upstairs to the room you use and rest. I’ll tell Megan you here all safe and sound.”

  Still holding her stomach, Bunny nodded, then stumbled away.

  “What’s up with that?” Johnnie asked, watching a
s she reached the staircase at the end of the hall and started up.

  “Trader,” Christopher, Cash, Val, and Mort chorused.

  “Don’t see how,” Arrow offered. “Trader was with me and Cash this evening.”

  “Getting his cock sucked by those bitches?” Christopher asked.

  “Yup,” Arrow chortled. “Each bitch took a turn at our dicks and a go at each other’s pussies.”

  Christopher knew exactly how it worked.

  “Well, fuck, maybe Trader went and told Bunny,” Mort said. “Something have her looking like that.”

  “I don’t know, Mort,” Christopher returned. “She look like she in physical pain.”

  “It’s not our fucking place to interfere,” Arrow reminded them sharply. “If he’s fucking over her and beating her ass, that’s between them.”

  “Fuckin’ over her? Yeah,” Christopher agreed. “Hittin’ her? No. The only reason I tolerate that motherfucker is because of Bunny. He’s a fuckin’ asshole.”

  “I agree,” Johnnie said viciously. “Every time he sees Kendall, he comes on to her.”

  “So you see, Arrow,” Cash began politely, “there’s more than enough cause to fuck him up if he’s hurting Bunny.”

  “We’ll just talk to the motherfucker first,” Christopher said, shutting Arrow the fuck up before he started in with his bullshit of staying out of Trader and Bunny’s business. “Feel him the fuck out.”

  “Fine,” Arrow said resentfully. The motherfucker loved to stir shit up. “I’m on my way to Dinah.”

  “Y’all fucking?” Mort asked, picking up on Arrow’s insinuating tone just as Christopher had.

  Arrow shrugged.

  “Fuck me. If you stickin’ your cock in her, you better not fuckin’ hurt her,” Christopher warned.

  “Since I’m her fucking babysitter, I need something to do with her.”

  “That’s kind of criminal, if you ask me,” Val said, rejoining the conversation. He’d been silent, texting Zoann. Although he hadn’t said who he was texting, he didn’t have to. When they were apart, those two texted like school kids.

  “I didn’t fucking ask you,” Arrow snarled.

  “Just saying, brother,” Val went on, not bothered by Arrow’s hostility. “I mean the bitch just got some sense back when Roxy knocked it into her. I don’t know how long you been getting in her pussy, but if it was while she was a fucking basket case, that’s fucking criminal.”

  Christopher folded his arms. Val had taken the words right out of his mouth.

  “Wasn’t like that, Outlaw,” Arrow swore, scratching behind his ear and looking at the floor. “She just had things I fucking needed and I didn’t know it until I started really listening to her.”

  “What the fuck that mean?” And why did Christopher feel as if Arrow meant something entirely different?

  Arrow heaved in a breath. “A connection to K-P,” he said. “She talked about him so much. I miss that motherfucker every day. Being with her makes me feel closer to him.”

  “I understand,” Christopher said quietly, still not liking the gut feeling there was an underlying motivation to Arrow’s statement. Maybe, it was just his guilt that he hadn’t done as much as he should have to get to Sharper, even before Digger rejoined his father. He put his hand on Arrow’s shoulder. “We movin’ against Sharper in a few weeks. We gonna take him down once and for all.”

  “I think Sharper had my brother killed because of the letters.”

  The letters Bailey had been kidnapped over. The ones she’d found in K-P’s closet.

  The ones now missing.

  “You still have them, don’t you?” Arrow asked as if he’d read Christopher’s mind.

  “I do.” And he did. He just didn’t fucking know where. Other than being the reason for Sharper taking Bailey, Christopher saw no real value in the motherfuckers. Yeah, it exposed the fact that 1.) Logan was a crazy fucking racist who hated him and almost everyone; 2.) Logan and Sharper had been lovers until shit went bad; 3.) Sharper was the boss of a very extensive sex ring.

  While Christopher would tip off the badges after they got Sharper in the meatshack, the rest of the shit was of little importance. Sharper was a dead fucking man walking, anyway, so why worry about the fucking letters? They were somewhere on premises. Probably still in some of the boxes of shit in the storage shed of the house, waiting to be unpacked. He could always tip off the badges about the sex ring now, but they might get to Sharper first and Christopher wanted his hands on that motherfucker for what his men had subjected Megan to.

  “I’m heading out,” Johnnie said, already walking toward the door.

  “I’ll walk with you,” Mort called.

  “Yeah, me, too,” Val added.”

  “Hey, Curly, Larry, and Moe!” Cash taunted, laughing like an ass.

  “Fuck off, son,” Mortician called, stomping ahead and opening the door.

  Johnnie smirked at Cash. “I prefer Athos, Porthos, and Aramis.”

  “Three Stooges or Three Musketeers don’t mean shit,” Christopher said, shaking his head. “It all amount to three motherfuckers walkin’ home together.”

  “Kendall and I took Rory to a play of the Three Musketeers. We want him cultured and well-read.”

  “What the fuck ever,” Christopher said with a snort while Mort just rolled his eyes again.

  “Give me fucking strength,” Val groaned. “What the fuck’s happened to you, John Boy? Wanting your son to call you by your name? Going to fucking plays? I walked in your house the other day and Opera was playing. Fucking Opera.”

  “Shut the fuck up,” Johnnie spat. “Kendall wants our son exposed to the best life has to offer. It doesn’t mean I’m changing.”

  The fuck it didn’t, but whatever. He was still solid in the club so Johnnie could grow a fucking pussy to make Kendall happy and Christopher wouldn’t care. “You motherfuckers finished?”

  “We’re leaving, Outlaw,” Cash said soothingly. “Hold on to your dick.”

  “That’s the fuckin’ problem. I want Megan holdin’ it.”

  “Good night!” Johnnie called, starting off a chorus of goodnights from the others.

  “Good night, motherfuckers,” Christopher said cheerfully, slamming the door behind them. “Fucking finally.”

  He walked the first floor, checking the locks on the doors and either turning off lights that shouldn’t be on or turning on nightlights. Usually, CJ was with him for the nightly routine and Christopher missed his boy’s help. In the kitchen, he uncovered some of the pans Roxy had left on the stove. She had a shitload of food here, so Christopher could only imagine how many bitches would invade the club tomorrow. A couple of Probates were arriving early to search cars and use metal detection wands.

  He couldn’t be too careful where Megan’s life was concerned.

  Finding a spoon, he dipped it into the spiced up rice. Jambalaya, he remembered Roxy calling it. The shit was good and peppery, with shrimp and smoked sausage in it. Next, he moved to the red beans. She used some kind of fucked up meat to season the beans with. Pickled pig tails or rib tips. The beans alone were delicious, thick and creamy, with a shitload of butter. Although he wanted a taste, he’d wait until tomorrow. The shit made him fart up a storm.

  Sneaking a praline, he stuffed it partially in his mouth and then carefully recovered the food he’d peeked at. Roxy would have his ass if he didn’t. She’d probably counted her pralines, to know if he stole one or not, but fuck it. It was in his house. Fair fucking game.

  By the time he reached the second floor to do his nightly sweep, he’d finished the candy. As he passed Bunny’s door, he heard sobs.

  Pausing, he stopped to listen. Raised his hand to knock, then decided against it. He really didn’t know what to say to her or what to ask her. It was obvious she was hiding something. Perhaps, it was only Trader telling her about having the Bobs suck him off. Or, maybe, it was something more. Whatever the case, it was fucking time to get to the bottom of exactly wh
at the motherfucker was doing to Bunny.

  Tomorrow would be soon enough. Trader was hanging with him, Johnnie, Mort, Val, Cash, and Stretch, so Christopher would have a lot of opportunity.

  On the third floor, he checked on the twins and noticed CJ’s empty bed. Knowing exactly where he’d find his boy, he tucked the covers around Rule and Rebel. In his room, Megan and CJ were curled together in bed, asleep. He took his boy into his arms and carried him to the nursery, laying him carefully in bed.

  “Night-night, Daddy,” CJ murmured, opening his eyes for just a second then closing them again.

  Christopher stroked his boy’s head and nodded. “Night-night, boy,” he whispered gruffly before returning to Megan and undressing.

  Cock already hard, he climbed into bed, pulling her into his arms. She shifted against him, laying her cheek against his chest.

  “Christopher?” she mumbled sleepily.

  He answered by rolling onto her. Automatically, she opened her legs and cradled him between her thighs.

  Groaning, he sank into her hot pussy, feeling like the luckiest motherfucker in the entire world.

  Bunny stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, located in the private guestroom she used whenever she slept at Meggie’s and Outlaw’s house or didn’t care to see Trader. And she definitely didn’t want to look at that asshole any time soon. Logically, she knew her reprieve had only been overnight. At some point today, she’d see him and she’d have to pretend all was well between them. If she wanted to continue to have access to her friends in the club.

  Studying her reflection closer, she swallowed, happy the makeup covered her bruises. Yesterday, she’d been looking forward to Bailey’s baby shower. Normally, she enjoyed club events. Today, she wished to stay in bed and lick her wounds from Trader’s latest beating.

  This time, at the expense of her baby.

  Tears pricked her eyes at her deep sense of loss. She thought of calling her mother, but to say what? That Virginia had been right about Trader, and Bunny hadn’t?

  She’d put her parents through so much, she didn’t deserve their forgiveness.

  “Yo’, Bunny, where the fuck you at?”