Wire: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Lake, Rae B.

  He told me about everything that was going on back in our country and how he was essentially just in the background now and that he was as tired of all the fighting as I was. He was adamant that he would buy a home here in the states now so that he could be closer to his grandchild. He wanted to be a part of everything.

  I apologized for how I left and he apologized for not believing in the work that I wanted to do. He said he would try to be more understanding about it even though he didn’t see the need for it.

  We walked back to the front of the clubhouse and I could see Dillon and the rest of the Wings of Diablo that were in attendance were already going through the dead, the fire done and taken care of.

  Dad let go of my arm and pushed me gently towards Dillon. “Tell that boy to come over here so I can talk to him man to man.”

  I gulped down the fear that began to rise in my throat. My father would shoot Dillon in the face and not think twice about it if he thought that he was the wrong one for me. I hope he would be able to control himself.

  Wire

  “Prez come look at this!” I called out as I turned over Monte’s body. He was already starting to get cold. It was over, finally. Prez walked over and looked at the bullet hole dead center between Monte’s eyes. Dead fucking center. Only one person here made that shot.

  “Archer! Come see your handy work,” Prez called over his shoulder.

  I felt Archer walk behind me, he looked down at Monte. “Good, I’m glad he’s out of the picture.”

  “Me too, but you couldn’t do this shit before, could you?” We both laughed lightly until we heard Clean.

  “Oh shit!” He exclaimed as he bent down to see someone else who’d been shot. I hated when Clean said Oh shit. Something was always going down when he did.

  Prez and I walked over to where he was kneeling only to see him looking down at a dead Gin. It wasn’t until I saw what he was wearing that I realized why Clean had said Oh shit. Gin was patched as a Tears of Chaos VP. I couldn’t believe this shit; he’d been a traitor. He went against the family to our enemy. All those years we looked after each other’s back. To know that he died trying to kill us? I spat directly in his face before I flipped his body back over roughly.

  Fucking traitor!

  That’s how the Tears always knew what we were doing and who was where. They had a man on the inside who gave us the wrong information, so they could start a war. I couldn’t understand why he would do this.

  Prez sighed as he stood up from where he was looking at the patches on Gin’s new kutte.

  “How do you figure that?” I walked up to him, wanting to know the information.

  “Gin heard the other higher-ups and me talking about promoting you, this was months back. Gin confronted me about it, saying that he was more senior, so he believed that he should be the one promoted. I said that you’d paid way more dues than he had.” He looked back down to the body. “I just assumed that he let it go, guess he was upset we chose you over him.”

  “That’s why? I would never turn my back on my family. Never.”

  “I hope you mean that for all of us,” Keeley said from behind me.

  I turned and grabbed her, trying to bring her in for a kiss. I wanted to feel her against me, feel that she was truly ok. She put her hands out, quickly stopping me. Fear evident in her eyes. Since when was she scared of me?

  “What the hell is this, why can’t I kiss you now?”

  “You have to go talk to my Pops, Dillon. Don’t think he wants to see you sucking face with his daughter.”

  I had to laugh a little. She was still scared of Daddy after all the things we had done together. Really?

  “Don’t laugh at me, Dillon. You have to go over there and ask him for permission about what we talked about earlier.”

  “Really?” Clean jumped in the conversation. “Y’all getting hitched?” He jumped in the air for a second before catching me in a bear hug and clapping me on the back. Archer and Prez were happy for me as well.

  “Stop fucking celebrating. Are you crazy!” Keeley ripped Clean’s hands off me, “You have to go ask first. I told him it wasn’t legit, and that you were respectful.

  “What the fuck for? I already asked, you already said yes.”

  “Bro, I would do what she says. That’s not a man you want to disrespect.”

  “Yeah, why is that?” I asked turning to Archer since he had so much to say.

  “Well for starters, that’s Marko Juric, you know the head of the Croatian Mob? Also, I heard he keeps heads in the closet of people that disrespected him. So, there's that.”

  My mouth dropped open.

  He’s a fucking mob boss! Holy Shit!

  Even as a badass biker, we all know one group not to fuck with under any circumstance, was the mob. Here I was about to marry into one.

  “A mob boss?” I turned to Keeley, suddenly starting to feel a little nervous.

  “Yes, that’s why I left. I was tired of the killing, but he isn’t going to let me marry you if he thinks you aren’t worthy. I already told him that we love each other and that you’re a good man who can protect me, but you have to go in there and make him believe it.” She stood behind me and pushed me towards her father, who was standing between four men in suits. You would never guess they had just been in a gunfight or fighting a fire. They stared me down as I made my way towards Marko.

  “Leave us.”

  It was all he said, and they turned in almost a synchronized fashion, leaving Marko and me alone to talk.

  I am so fucked.

  “Keeley says that you got her pregnant.”

  “Yes, she’s carrying my child.”

  “Is that what you do in this country, just knock up random women? Have you no control over yourself?”

  I felt myself getting agitated already. Keeley wasn’t a random woman; she was my everything. I had to let the anger go. He didn’t know that yet. “Yes. I do have self-control. We thought that she couldn’t get pregnant, that we were both safe.”

  “You going to take care of the beba?”

  “Of course and Keeley. She’s my world.”

  “You think so until you have to choose between this club and her, then you will leave her to do the bidding of your men. It always happens. It’s how her mother grew to hate me.” He looked away.

  “I will never leave my brothers and she knows that, but I want her to be my woman. She holds more than just my seed; she holds my very soul. I wouldn’t be half the man that I could ever be if she were to leave me, and my brothers know that. They know I need her and she knows I need them. We are a family.”

  “You are going to keep her safe?”

  “With every breath in my body.”

  He smiled and put an arm around my shoulder. “You’d better because if I hear different, I’ll come over and grind you up for a nice stew.” He clapped me once on the shoulder before letting me go.

  “Sir, does that mean I can marry your daughter?”

  He turned back towards me. “Da! Get her a big ring. The Princess deserves the best!” He smiled as he turned away to walk towards his daughter.

  Clean and Archer started whooping and hollering in the air when they saw that I wasn’t dead and her father was smiling, coming toward them. They knew that my life had just changed, that my family had just officially gotten bigger. I couldn’t be happier.

  I took off the suit jacket and threw on my kutte. Keeley and I had a massive wedding. At least four hundred people showed up, most of them from some European country to show respect to her father. They stuffed money in our hands and wished us luck in our life together. Keeley was already almost seven months pregnant, so she was really tired from all the activity, but we still had one more part of the day to go through. She had to be inducted into the club as my ol’ lady.

  I walked out of Clean’s room, trying hard not to trip over the trash that was threatening to swallow up every inch of the room and saw my woman walking down the stairs on the other side.
She had a pair of tight jeans on, riding boots and wife beater. It was tight around her round belly, and that only made it sexier.

  I made my way down the stairs before her and held out my hand as she joined me in front of Prez and the rest of the higher-ups.

  “I call to order today a club church meeting. We have matters to discuss.” Everyone hooted and hollered.

  “Wire, you have shown nothing but good judgment your entire life with us. You are a true definition of a brother, exactly what the Wings of Diablo strive to be. Now you come to us and ask that Keeley, aka Princess, be inducted into our family?”

  “I do,” I said loud and proud. I wanted everyone to hear that I wanted this woman, that she was mine.

  “Princess, do you swear to uphold our laws and protect this club, before anyone else?”

  She replied, “I do.”

  “Do you realize that this life is not for the weak or the unsure. There is no leaving once you are in.”

  Again she replied, “I do.”

  “Does anyone have any reason she shouldn’t be accepted as our family.”

  The entire club exploded in an uproar, applause, and hollering, showing Keeley their acceptance into the family. In their hearts and minds, she was already one of us.

  “So be it!” Prez had to scream above the noise. “Wire, claim your woman.”

  I took out the chain that was hanging out my pocket and slipped it over her head. It was a platinum chain with a small pendant of our logo and my name etched in. She would never take this off, and everyone who saw it would know that she was mine. I was never giving her up. She kissed me quickly once as everyone else descended on her, the other ol’ ladies. The higher-ups, everyone in the club accepted her with open arms.

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  The night drew on, and the party in our honor was in full swing, strippers and bike bunnies were all over the place, and the music was blaring. Everyone was having a great time. I saw Keeley sitting at the bar, staring at me.

  She must be tired.

  I walked over to her, putting my beer down on the bar. “You ready to get some sleep?” I asked, leaning close to her ear.

  She reached down to my cock and rubbed it through my pants. I hissed at the contact. I wasn’t expecting her to be needing me.

  “We got all our life to sleep. Right now, take me upstairs and make me scream.”

  I inhaled, growling into her neck. I would never get tired of this woman. I picked her up, making sure not to put too much pressure on the baby bump and hot-footed it toward my room. The loud echoing applause behind us let me know my brothers knew exactly what was about to happen. I was going to get some really good sleep tonight!

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  Pump, pump, pump it up!

  “That’s what I’m talking about!” Clean began to shimmy next to me, apparently, Joe Budden's music was his jam.

  “Stop the shit! Get your head in the game, we have a job to do here.” Wire spat out.

  “You’re right, I’m good.” Clean stood up straight not wanting to piss our Vice President off.

  I didn’t really think that was possible, Clean was Wire’s best friend even if they’d never told each other how they felt. Wire would do anything for him and vice versa. Actually, I’m sure anyone in the crew would do anything for any member. It’s why I’m here today. No one messed with the Wings of Diablo, not if they wanted to live a long and healthy life.

  Larry, one of our oldest members, came to the club with a problem that not many could solve. His sister had been sold off like cattle to the highest bidder by Cleve, the leader of one of our rival motorcycle clubs, The Rolling Cobras.

  The Cobras were as bad as they came, heavy in the drug scene, hired guns and now they were dabbling in the human trafficking business. We knew as soon as Larry told us that Cleve would have to be eliminated, with fucking pleasure. There was no way we were going to let that go down. Not to Larry, not to his sister and not in this town.

  “Ok, Archer, it’s your show now, where do you need to be?” Wire turned toward me. His eyes staring straight into mine. The monster that so many were afraid of so clearly about to break free.

  “The higher the better, maybe up there on the second floor if we can get up there.”

  Cleve was well guarded; we couldn’t get to him using Wire and his sadistic ways. Prez would never come near here as the Cobras would probably shoot him before he stepped foot in their clubhouse, I had to be the one to take him out, something I anticipated.

  “Hurry the fuck up!” Wire whisper-yelled at me.

  “You can’t rush perfection.”

  “God damn, gunnys! Just set up and take the fucking shot. We’re going to be spotted any second.”

  As much as I did want to take my time and do the job smoothly, Wire was absolutely right. Intel said that there was going to be a party tonight, so we thought that would be the best time to sneak in undetected, but this wasn’t just a party. No, the Cobras were throwing a goddamn full-blown event. There were hundreds of people here, the place was packed with strippers, bikers, college kids, and even fucking contortionists. Clean got a kick out of watching them bend and twist for the few seconds that we could. That many bodies would make my job that much harder and we risked someone spotting us by accident, we could only hope that it wouldn’t be someone who would know who we were.

  “Are you ready yet?” Clean whispered from beside me. He was crouched down looking back toward the stairs that we had just come up.

  “Yeah, get ready to run.” I laid down on the floor, one hand on the grip my finger laying against the trigger guard. The other hand was folded tightly underneath the grip to give extra stability, my eye open and staring down the scope of my M2010 rifle.

  I exhaled slowly and just as I was about to squeeze the trigger a tingle flew down my back.

  “This is fucked, Wire, there are too many people here. The target is too motherfucking tight.” Removing my eye from the scope, I shook my head.

  “Archer, can you pull this off or not? We are only here because you said that you could make this shot. We don’t have time for fucking games!”

  “Don’t question my damn skill, I have made this shot a hundred times over. Just never in the middle of a fucking party.” I exhaled roughly through my nose. He had no idea how easy it would be for me to make a shot like this; no idea whatsoever.

  “I know you’re skilled brother, but if you don’t think we should do this we have to get out of here, pronto. If we get caught on enemy territory there’s no telling what they will do.”

  Wire was our clubs Vice President as well as its enforcer, his specialty was with barbed wire, something he favored when he tortured people. He knew what would happen if we got caught here and so did I.

  “So what’s the deal, maybe I can sneak one of those bunnies out of here.” Clean looked across the room to one of the strippers, who was in the middle of doing some truly acrobatic shit on a pole.

  “Keep your dick in your pants, Clean.”

  “Oh, I’ll keep it in but she might want to take it out.” He smiled a little still staring at the woman.

  “Are you fucking dense, we’re lying here with a motherfucking sniper rifle pointed at the president of a vicious, murderous motorcycle club and all you can think about is getting your dick wet?” I stared daggers at Clean, and by the way his jovial face fell and became somber I could tell that he got my message. This was not a game, we were in some serious shit.

  I hunkered down into position, my eye back to the scope, staring straight at my target. I sucked in a deep breath slowly and held the rifle steady, waiting for the perfect opportunity when the target was clear. I didn’t want any innocents walking into the line of fire. Exhaling slowly, I gently squeezed the trigger, sending the bullet on its destructive mission.

  “Oh shit,” Clean sai
d at my side.

  Before the ripple that crept up my arm from the recoil could finish, I knew the shot was fucked. I watched as Cleve went down, but also a petite woman who happened to be standing right behind him.

  Not only did I hit my target, but the bullet sailed clean through him.

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  Archer-

  I am the master marksman at the Wings of Diablo MC Club. Any target my brothers need me to take down, I will. I am a magician with a firearm no matter the class, from the small and simple Glock 36 to the powerful .44 Magnum, the big bad shotgun to the sleek and sexy M2010. I have been known to be stoic and calculated. To lay above the rest and smile as each bullet sailed through my target. Once you were in my sights, you go down for the long nap. I used to believe that my fate was sealed by the bullet and my gun, come to find out my life would be turned on its head by Daria. A woman in the wrong place at the wrong time. A woman who is seared into my soul.

  Daria-

  My whole life I stayed to myself, never wanted to get anyone upset or be a burden to those around me. So when my roommates strong arm me into going to a party at the Rolling Cobras MC Clubhouse I try to stay as far away from the action as possible. Not that it did me any good, my favorite shirt was ruined, I got hit on by a man missing his two front teeth, oh and I got shot in the chest. Talk about a party. There was one good thing that came from that horrible experience, the hospital set up a trauma counselor, Archer. There is something about his haunted eyes that makes me believe that I can trust again. No one makes my pulse race like he does, makes my body surrender like he does. Even with secrets all around him, I have no choice but to submit to him.