Wire: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Lake, Rae B.

  “We gotta go now!” The bullets stopped flying as everyone on both sides began to scramble to vehicles and bikes and get out of dodge. The last thing anyone wanted to do was to get pinched. Jail isn't for everyone.

  We jumped on our bikes and into our cars, speeding away from the scene, leaving the bodies of our VP and three other brothers lying there in their own blood. Prez came here today to see if there could be some degree of peace. Peace was definitely out of the question now.

  Wire

  The club was in mourning. It had been so long since we lost someone from the table, the higher-ups in the club. Losing Max was going to cause a lot of problems for the club, and replacing him would cause even more. Max was the level headed one. He usually kept Prez chomping at the bit when it came to war with other clubs, and now there was no one to hold him back. I saw a lot of fights in our future.

  Tonight though, the only thing on the club's mind was Max. Most people when they mourn, cry, fight or hole up somewhere. Not the Wings of Diablo, no, we party and we party hard. The entire complex was bumping with rock music, booze and club bunnies. The bunnies lived for days like this. I wouldn’t be surprised if nine months from now, there were a few babies.

  This was one of the main problems with the bunnies. They wanted to be ol’ ladies so bad that they would do anything, even get pregnant on purpose to be a part of the crew. Prez had a solution for that and so far, it seemed to be working. The girls were now responsible for the condoms; if the crew were too drunk, the condom broke, or had a hole in it, there was hell to pay. Though no one knew what kind of hell, since they’d never tried to find out. The threat was real and it was working, there had been no babies in the past two years within the crew.

  I scanned the crowd in front of me, the skinny stripper on stage no longer keeping my attention. She wasn’t my type; no thighs, no ass, no meat at all. It was a surprise that she was able to remain standing straight with the size of her fake tits. I was more concerned that one of her tricks would send her flying from the pole, but none did. I was bored.

  I saw one girl with bright blue hair, and as startling as that was it fit her. It was short and had a curl to it. She turned to look at me and started dancing. Her outfit was what concerned me, she had on the customary thong and her tits were out. She had the typical body of a stripper, nothing to write home about. What caught my attention though, was the one piece of clothing she chose to wear. Lace sleeves connected around her neck with a jeweled sort of contraption, they flowed all the way to her fingertips covering nothing but her arms. Why would she go through so much trouble to cover her arms? There was only one possible reason; she was a fucking druggie. I turned around immediately. I was amazed she was even let in here. We may transport from time to time, but anyone caught using drugs in or around our compound was beat to shit then left out on the curb. I wasn’t about to get my dick sucked by a drug fiend. You never knew what kind of shit they had in their system.

  I turned to the other side and scanned the room. Cherry was free, she was a usual here in the club, and was a legit dancer and ballerina before she came to us. She could do some flexible things in the bed. Many of us liked Cherry.

  Today she had on booty short panties and a bra of some type, except the bra had no fabric. It was just the straps and the hard wire part that goes under the boobs. What use was that?

  I didn’t understand the outfit, but it was sexy as hell for some reason. Her tits seemed to sit right up, her ass looked plump, and her stomach was toned. Yeah, Cherry would do tonight. I kept her eye contact as I walked over to a chair. I sat down and beckoned her over. She walked towards me with purpose. The smile on her face was unmistakable. I was a favorite among the club bunnies. I’d asked one of them one day. It wasn’t like I actively tried to make them feel good, hell I barely said three words to any of them. All I wanted to do was get my dick wet, drop my load and take a fucking nap, but according to them my dick was big enough that I didn’t need to put in any work, I filled their honey holes up and it was easy for them to come no matter what I did. Good for them, I guess.

  When she got to where I was sitting, she straddled my lap, pushing her small tits in my face, she barely had a handful, but they were sitting up proud in that outfit she had on.

  She started to dance, but she must’ve doused herself in perfume, the smell was making me sick.

  “Turn around.”

  She did so without question, she bent over and began to grind her ass on me. I was thoroughly mesmerized by her, and she knew what she was doing. I ran my hand up her spine and she jumped like she wasn’t expecting me to touch her. She looked over her shoulder and gave me a coy smile. I watched her eyes as she went back to dancing on me, instead of looking at her own body or even closing her eyes she was completely focused on Larry, one of my brothers. She was watching him while she was working my dick. I didn’t like that shit at all.

  “Get the fuck off of me.” I pushed her off my lap, she barely had enough warning to put her hands out to catch herself. “If you want Larry, go over there and get him. Don’t waste my time.”

  “No no, that's not it at all, Wire! I was looking at the new girl, making sure she was keeping up.”

  I know bullshit when I hear it and this was bullshit at its finest. Everyone knew that Cherry had a thing for Larry, but we never mixed business with pleasure. It would be an impossible road to go from bunny to ol’ lady. Hell, no one had ever tried.

  “Let’s get out of here. I already know what you like anyway.” She rubbed her hand down my stomach and pressed her palm heavily onto my contained manhood. She massaged me for a second before grabbing my hand and leading me towards my room. She was right; I just wanted to fuck, the lap dance wasn’t necessary.

  I was less than impressed after her show outside, but I would forget about it. I mean, the only people that were off-limits here were the women that were claimed, she wasn’t. So that made her fair game.

  “Wire, you here with me?”

  “Don’t talk. Get on your knees.” Maybe I wasn’t fully there with her, I was still thinking about the events of the day, but she wasn’t going to become my shoulder to lean on suddenly.

  “You got it…”

  I covered her mouth with my hand, roughly. “One more time, do… not… talk.” I let go when she just smiled up at me. I knew she had gotten the hint.

  She took her time, pulling off my pants and underwear as she used her nails to scratch along my skin. I guess my body was game for whatever Cherry had planned. I was at full attention, like a rod of steel just swaying in the wind. The passion and need that I once felt as a teenager when it came to sex had long since ebbed, and now it was purely for relaxation. After a good orgasm, I slept like a baby. No nightmares.

  I let my body fall back on the bed as her warm mouth took me in. She was able to take more of me than most of the bunnies could. She was practically the only person that I let suck me off. My philosophy with the bunnies was if you aren’t good at it, why do you even attempt it. Nothing pissed me off more than a girl that had to gag every ten seconds.

  I let her stay on her knees for a while. I was nice and loose when I pulled her up by her hair.

  “Strip.”

  She was out of her panties and bra and climbing up my body before I could blink. I had to smile at her obvious enthusiasm. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest. Even on her tiptoes, she was still at least a whole head shorter than me, so with both of us lying down, we seemed to be on an even field. She curled her fingers at the base of my neck, playing with the hairs there. She bit her lip slightly and raised herself toward my mouth.

  “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if you try to kiss me, I'm tossing you the hell out.” I looked her straight in the eye. Every one of the bunnies knew I didn’t like to be kissed. It held no attraction for me and just felt like spit and mucus moving around in my mouth.

  She just looked at me through her eyelashes and shook her head. Sh
e knew better. She cocked her head to the side and kissed me lightly on the neck.

  What the hell is she playing at?

  I grabbed her wrist and rolled over on top of her, pressing down on her back so that her head and chest were flat against the bed, her ass sticking up in the air waiting for me. I reached over to the side table and retrieved a condom. There was no way I was going raw with this girl.

  Within a few seconds, I was set. I rubbed the head against her sex to make sure she was nice and wet.

  “Mmm… Wire.” She wiggled her butt and pressed back against me.

  “I hope you’re ready for me.” I could feel her entrance was soaking wet, but I also knew that many a girl had tapped out before I could even bury myself to the hilt once.

  “I’m ready, so ready.” She wiggled a bit more.

  I steadied myself at her entrance and with one swift movement, pushed myself as far as I could get, which was only about halfway. She tightened up, stopping my motion.

  “Cherry,” I growled out, ready to pull out and kick her out of the room. I had no time for a half-assed fuck today. I was tired and wanted to get some decent sleep.

  “No... sss ok, ok,” she mumbled against the pillow, and I felt her push back. I pushed the rest of the way in and let the warmth overtake me. I pulled out once and she cried out. The tempo I picked up was ruthless. I wanted this over as soon as possible.

  “Oh… Oh… My god, Wire, Jesus.” She was moaning and carrying on, not surprisingly. It wasn’t the typical high pitched squealing that I usually heard coming from other rooms, this was deep and guttural. She clawed at the sheets, trying to get a grip. I wrapped my hand in her hair, pulling her head up from the bed and letting her midsection bow downward. She yelped at the sudden change of position. I leaned back a bit. I wanted to hit everything inside her.

  “Oh please, oh please,” Cherry cried out as her legs and midsection began to contract and shake, vibrate even. I thought she was going to tell me to stop. “Don’t stop, Wire. I am so close, so close.” She grabbed the hand gripping her shoulder and bit down on my thumb, hard enough to cause me to hiss out in pain. I pulled my hand away and swatted her hard on her plump ass.

  “Oh, oh… oh…..”

  I kept my pace, while Cherry tensed, seeming to stop breathing altogether. Then her body jerked a couple of times, and she let out a whoosh of air as she flopped back on the bed, completely spent but still mewling as I continued to pound into her with a drive one could call well motivated.

  “Wirrrrre!” She screamed my name again as I upped the pace, harder and deeper. I needed it hard and deep all the time. I could finally feel my balls starting to tingle. It was my turn.

  I clenched my jaw and felt each pulse as it shot out of me and into the condom. I was at ease almost instantly. All of my muscles relaxed except for my dick; it was still hard as a rock. It was rare that I could fuck enough for it to go down.

  I pulled out of Cherry, not even caring that she was still grinding herself down on me. I’d had what I wanted and from the way she’d been screaming so did she, at least once.

  “Get out.”

  Cherry looked over her shoulder, giving me a small frown. Her makeup was all messed up, her hair was all over the place and she had managed to lose an earring somewhere on my bed.

  “Ah, Wire, I don’t think that you mean that.” She turned towards me, her eyes glued to my still massive, hard member. “I can go another round, no problem.”

  “I said get the fuck out, you’re done.” I grabbed a pair of basketball shorts from the dresser, looking over my shoulder only once. Another reason Cherry was a favorite; she knew not to press. She was already fixing herself and heading out the door.

  I closed the door behind her as she left, hoping to drown out the bone rattling bass from the party still going full blast downstairs. I closed my blinds and locked my door. I’d take a quick shower to get the stink of Cherry off me and then knock out time. I couldn’t even wait.

  * * *

  “Wire!”

  What the fuck? Why am I dreaming about a man?

  The loud ass bang on my door let me know that I was not dreaming of a man, but rather someone was at my door banging like a crazy person.

  “Wire, I know you’re in there. Wake the hell up. You got a problem.” Clean banged again on my door.

  “GO...AWAY!” I pulled the cover over my head. I love my sleep. I don’t get much of it, so when I do, no one had better wake me up unless they were dying or suicidal. Unfortunately, Clean just liked to press on that button from time to time to see if I would indeed beat his ass. I always did.

  “Brother, I can’t. They got Keeley cornered in here. What do you want to do,” he shouted through my still closed door.

  Keeley!

  The chick from the other night? She was in my club? How? Why? The questions just kept coming. This was bad in so many ways for her. Nothing was stopping the other members from just taking what they wanted from her.

  I hopped out of bed quicker than I would’ve thought possible, but I was fully clothed and out of my bedroom before Clean had the chance to knock on the door again.

  “What the hell is she doing here?”

  “Hell, how should I know? I saw Gin, Archer, and Larry around her in the corner, but I’m sure she’ll draw a bigger crowd,” he said as we made our way down the stairs. The party was still going full force, but a lot of the regulars were already in their rooms. I could hear the high pitched porno wails coming through the doors.

  “Where is she?” I asked Clean again. He was swaying a bit but I could see that he was trying to get his mind right to help me.

  “She was just over there a minute ago.”

  I rushed off in the direction that he pointed. That woman saved my life when she didn’t have to, the least I could do was to make sure no one fucked with her in my club, although she deserved what she got for just showing up here. I turned the corner, and right near the bar, I could hear her, even over the loud music.

  “You can get your damn hands off me. I asked a question. Do you know where Dillon is?” The attitude was oozing off every word.

  My dick was hard again at the sound of my name coming off her tongue. Dillon was my civilian name. I hadn’t heard anyone use it in years. I liked how it sounded coming from her lips. I liked it a lot.

  “Nah, sweetness, we don’t got no Dillon here,” Gin yelled over the music, “but I can show you a good time.”

  “Yea, then I’m next,” Larry said.

  “I just want to watch someone take that ass,” Archer said lastly, laughing.

  I growled low in my chest. I had this incredible need to protect her even though I barely knew her.

  “Sorry, boys. I’m not here for that kind of good time. I just wanted to talk to Dillon for a minute.”

  “Sorry Princess, you walk in those doors, and that’s exactly the kind of good time you’re looking for. Now I don’t want this to hurt unless that's how you like it?” Gin said again.

  “Leave me alone!” She was screaming now.

  “If you don’t back away from her, we’re going to have a problem.”

  Wire

  “No dice, brother. She isn’t patched up, so she’s fair game. I saw her first.” Gin stood with his back to Keeley, the fear still plastered on her face as she looked to me for help.

  “I don’t give a shit if she isn’t patched up. I am telling you right now that she is off-limits.”

  “And I’m telling you that she is not.” Gin stepped up closer to me. He was staring me down, waiting for his chance. Gin and I never really were the best of friends, but there was always a tiny bit of respect for each other. The minute he touched her, the respect was gone.

  “You think so? You want me to prove how off-limits she is?” I clenched my fists and stepped up a little bit closer to him.

  “Come on, Gin. It’s not worth all this.” Archer grabbed Gin’s arm, trying to pull him away.

  “Fuck that, golden boy her
e don’t get to just up and change the rules when he sees fit. She walked up into hell, and there’s no way she leaves unscathed.” Gin ripped his hand away from Archer.

  “I say she does. If you’ve got a problem with that, you can fight me or get the fuck out my way.” I waited, but Gin had no rebuttal. I reached behind him and pulled Keeley toward me, whipping her behind me before she could even think to protest.

  “You willing to take on one of your brothers for this piece of ass? Who the hell-”

  “I am going to tell you this one more fucking time! She is off limits! Now either throw your fucking hands or get the hell out of my face!” I roared at Gin. The surprise on his, Archer, and Larry’s face was enough to let me know that they got the point. I was never angry. I never showed any emotion. I’d never had any reason to show any emotion, but this was different. Keeley, this woman, she wasn’t tainted by my club or my life. She would not be harmed here; I wouldn’t allow it. Gin smirked at me a bit, but just stood there staring at me.

  Archer and Larry shook their heads, walking away to find some other tail to mess with. There were more than enough women to go around. Gin would be thinking about the next girl in just a few minutes.

  I turned around, pulling Keeley away from the area.

  “Fucking pussy,” Gin mumbled under his breath, and even though the music was still pumping, I heard it clearly. It seemed like I was just waiting for the excuse to knock his teeth down his throat. Before Clean could catch my arm, I turned and swung full force at Gin, connecting with a sickening crack against his jaw. His eyes glazed over for a second before the veins in his head and neck began to strain through his skin. He threw himself at me, his hands resembling bear paw punching me in the sides. The taste of iron filtered into my mouth as I raised my knee to dislodge him. The hum descended on me and I could no longer feel any pain. I could see him throwing his hands and could feel the motion of my body as it accepted his blows, but there was no pain associated with it. There never was.