by Lane Hart
“I’d say likewise but I’d be fuckin’ lyin’. What is this?” I ask pulling my hand away from his. Bryon sighs, adjusting his jacket before motioning for me to take the seat next to his. I don’t hesitate this time. Moving to sit in the chair, David walks around and sits in his. The awkwardness of the situation isn’t lost on me.
“Someone gonna tell me why the hell I was slammed into a cop car and brought here or we just hangin’ out?” My fuse is running short and this little meeting is wearing me thin.
“We’ve been watching your club, Marcus. I have orders from my superior to make you an offer that I think is well within your interests,” Bryon says as I take note of the tone of his voice. Who the fuck does he think he is?
“I don’t give two shits who you are or who you’ve been watchin’, I’m not interested.” I start to shove myself out of the chair when he shocks the hell out of me with his next words.
“I’m with the FBI.”
Chapter Two
Three fucking letters could ruin a person’s life. They could fuck you without you ever realizing it. At this very moment, I can feel that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as I sit back down in my chair.
“The fuckin’ FBI? I always knew you were a do-gooder, but fuck. What the hell do you want with me?” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at the man I used to know, the man I vowed to protect when we were younger when the neighborhood bully wanted to snap his skinny ass like a twig. I don’t know who the fuck he is anymore, and I’m not sure that I want to know.
“As I said, we’ve been looking into your club, the illegal aspects of it anyway. My superior is building a case against you and those in your club.” The more his mouth moves, the harder I find it to restrain myself from shoving my fist down his throat.
“Get to the fuckin’ point before I lose my shit here,” I tell him through clenched teeth. My jaw ticks and radiates pain through my face but the more I look at him, the harder it becomes to remain unfazed by what he’s saying to me. He’s after my club, my family!
“The point is I was sent here to offer you a deal. You help us bring down some of the clubs and dealers that are far more influential than you and we stay out of your business.” Even as the words leave his mouth, I can’t believe them. He’s asking me to turn my head to the fact that the FBI has a fucking case started against me and my club?
“Who is it?” I ask feeling my muscles tense up.
“Who is who?”
“Who the fuck is the rat in my club?” The nervousness on David’s face tells me I hit the fucking nail on the head. There’s someone in the inside feeding them intel. I wasn’t sure until just now, in this second. Seeing his reaction is enough for me.
“What makes you think ther-”
Cutting him off, I shove out of my chair and grab him around the neck, squeezing slightly loving the way his muscles harden under my fingers. “Don’t fuck with me. If you know me the way you say you do, then you know that I’m not playin’ with you right now. Answer my goddamn question.” Tension rolls off me in waves that I can barely keep in check but if he doesn’t answer me soon, I might end up in the cells downstairs.
“I can’t tell you that! It would blow their cover!”
“Come on, Savage. Let him go. We don’t need a dead Fed on our hands,” David chimes in. I release the hold I have on Bryon before looking toward David next.
“How long have you fuckin’ known this? You in on it?” David shakes his head, resting his head in his hands.
“I just found out this morning. That’s why I sent for you.”
This is completely fucked up. I pull a cigarette from my pocket and quickly light it up and taking a long inhale.
“You want me to be a fuckin’ rat? The one thing I fuckin’ hate more than cops?” Neither of them wants to make eye contact with me right now, and I can’t say that I blame them. My nerves are firing off and I’m a loose fucking cannon. I roll my head over my shoulders trying to relieve the pressure that’s building up into a headache before blowing out a ring of smoke.
“What are my options?” I ask knowing damn good and well that there has to be a way around this load of shit they are feeding me, but when I glance toward Bryon, I know I was dead wrong.
“There are no options. You do this or we move on Dark Savage MC.”
Nodding my head slowly, I stick my cigarette back between my lips and glare at Bryon.
“Who is it you want? I want all the fuckin’ details before I agree to this shit. Do you know what would happen to me if this shit gets leaked? You trust your little informant that much?” With my eyes narrowed at him, he shifts in his seat. Body language is the best way to tell when a man is uncomfortable, and from what I see in Bryon, he might as well be sitting on a bed of fucking nails right now.
“He has his orders not to say a word. He knows the risks of being in with you, Marcus,” he tells me when I smirk and grab the smoke from my lips.
Pointing at him I say, “You lost the right to call me Marcus when you stepped foot in this motherfucker givin’ orders. Call me that one more time and Chief here will be sendin’ you back home in bag.” Byron swallows hard, no doubt knowing he pushed me far enough that it’s now time to keep my name out of his mouth.
“We want Bloody Sunday MC and all the people they work with. Their president, Malcolm ‘Stone Cold’ Harris, is on the top of our most wanted list. He’s evading us to the point that we have no idea where he is. He is a big-time player who has connections to the Colombian Mafia, as well as the Irish. His reach is far broader than we originally realized.”
“And you somehow just stumbled upon me, huh? Thought you’d play the old we used to be friends card? That what this is?” The need for answers far outweighs my common sense right now.
“To a point, yes.”
Moving closer to Bryon, I lean down, pressing my hands to either side of the chair and getting right in his face. “So, you’re askin’ me to either help you or you turn on me? What kind of friend are you?” My voice is low and lethal. He claims to know about my club, then he knows that I mean business. I’m deadly and dark and just as the name says, I’m fucking Savage.
“The kind that is watching out for you. I didn’t want you do prison time, Marc-… Savage. That’s what you’re looking at by not taking this deal,” he says, keeping his face straight.
I shove off the chair and pace the room, pissed at the goddamn world over this shit. My club is everything to me. They are my family, and above all else, my brothers. They respect me and I respect them.
“This could all backfire, you know? I could end up dead by my own brothers’ hands. You know that, right?” David lowers his head because he does in fact know that, but I want to see Byron’s reaction to this shit show.
“Isn’t that always a possibility in your world?”
That’s it. Dropping my smoke to the floor, I crush it quickly with my boot not trying to set David’s office on fire. I move quickly, yanking Bryon from his chair and slamming his body against the wall. David’s on his feet in the matter of seconds, standing by the side waiting to try to step in and help this little fuck.
“My world.” I nod my head. “I’d dare your little pussy ass to step into my world for a second. What happens on those streets would have you pissin’ your pants and cryin’ for you mom. Our friendship was over long ago, Bryon, and you lost the right to even consider me a fuckin’ ally. You are pushin’ me into somethin’ that I want no goddamn part of. You get that?”
He nods his head, but I can see the look in his eyes. It’s all about him and what he gains from this shit. A promotion? Most likely.
“The case was being built before I was brought on, Savage. I used it as a tool to get to you before they did.”
Cocking my head to the side, I sneer at him. “You want an award for your fancy desk, Agent?”
“I’m only trying to help you here.”
“Do us all a favor. Don’t step out on my streets without protection.
You have just become my enemy.”
Chapter Three
Stakes run high when you’re in the outlaw lifestyle. You run the risk of having your life snatched away from you at any second. You could get caught up in a deal gone wrong and end up in prison or worse, dead. The bottle of whiskey I’m nursing in the corner of the bar has become my best friend the last few days. Making a deal with the goddamn devil himself can’t help me now. I am turning into everything that I hate the most in the world, and there is no way to stop it.
“You gonna finish that?” Thorn asks, nodding toward the bottle in my hand. I unwrap my middle finger and flip the fucker off before taking another long pull.
“Your attitude is gettin’ a little shitty these days,” Roman, our Enforcer, decides to chime in.
I roll my shoulders and crack my neck from side to side before looking over at him. “You have a problem with me, motherfucker?” Narrowing my eyes at him, he raises his hands in defeat. I didn’t think he’d want to go rounds with me tonight. I shove out of the booth and start toward the door, stumbling drunk off my ass when I slam into someone. I glance down as hands come to my arms, holding tightly.
“I’m sorry! I’m a little drunk and, well, you know.” The woman who stands in front of me is a good foot shorter than I am, big blue eyes sharply contrasting her jet black hair and tan skin. She’s fucking hot as hell, and I wouldn’t mind shoving my cock down her throat.
“You got your hands on me,” I growl at her. She blinks her eyes rapidly before a smile crosses that perfect little mouth.
“I know. I didn’t want to fall. Is that a problem?” She raises and eyebrow and challenges me.
Chuckling under my breath, I find I like that. She’s not afraid to push me.
“That depends. What are you gonna show me?” I challenge her right back. She’s bold and ballsy, but let’s see how far she’s willing to go.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m talkin’ about your tits, darlin’. If you’re gonna be touchin’ on me, I’d like to see what I have to work with,” I tell her, watching the amusement in her eyes. Her hands fall from my arms before she takes a step back, reaching for the hem of her t-shirt. I watch the sparkling cross that adorns the front as she tugs it over her head to reveal her bra. My eyes move over her body, from her face to her waist and back to those tits that are screaming to be sucked. When I look back up at her eyes, she grins, damn proudly of herself.
“Your turn.” Letting out a chuckle, I pass my whiskey off to Thorn who now stands beside me, his eyes glued to her chest like the other guys. Reaching down, I unhook my belt and then my jeans letting them fall to the floor along with my boxers. My half hard cock stands in front of me, her eyes slowly moving down to meet it. When they widen, I chuckle. I’m not the kind of man who gets embarrassed about showing what God gave me. In fact, I like the idea of everyone seeing what I give to a select few.
“Now you see it. What are you gonna do with it?” Her eyes jerk to mine before moving to the guys and back. I almost blow a fucking load when she drops to her knees and takes my length in her hand. She slowly strokes it up and down before I feel her lips wrap around the tip.
“Goddamn,” I hiss as she damn near swallows me whole. I watch her head as she bobs and takes me deeper. My eyes slowly roll back along with my head as the girl sucks me off in the middle of Skully’s bar, our local hangout. Feeling that tingle race down my spine, my balls tighten and I blow down her throat. The little girl sucks me clean before pulling her mouth away and gazing up at me. I offer my hand and help her to her feet like a perfect fucking gentleman.
“What’s your name?” Not that I typically give a shit but I do want to know the name of the woman that will be screaming my name later.
“Charlie.”
“Well, Charlie. You wanna hang out with my drunken ass tonight?” She starts to shake her head no but that isn’t an option. I reach up and grab her gently around the throat before I lean in closely and whisper, “No one says no to Savage.” Running my tongue along her bottom lip she shudders.
“Then I suppose that’s a yes,” Charlie purrs.
Nodding my head, I want to pat hers and tell her she’s a good girl but I’ll save that for later. Right now I need to get back to the clubhouse and call church to see what the hell is going on with the coke we’re moving from Mexico. Last I heard border patrol had our shipment held up wanting a little more money to let it cross than normal. I feel bad for the little fucks that are asking for it considering I’m sending Roman down there in the morning to put a bullet in each of their family members.
Pulling my jeans back up and fastening my belt, I look around the crowded bar and spot a few more girls smiling and gawking at us.
“Those with you?” I ask nodding my head. Charlie turns her head before coming back to look at me and nodding.
“Yeah. Those are my girls.”
“Bring them with. We like to party.” She nods and turns on her heel to walk back over to them. I watch her ass in that little leather skirt and knee high boots as she walks with her shirt still in her hand. I like that she isn’t afraid to be who she is or that all eyes are on her right now. It’s almost as if she doesn’t realize that every man in the place is looking at her. Her friends all look to me, smile and giggle before climbing out of their seats. My cock hardens again when Charlie heads back toward me.
“They’re in. Are we meeting you?” she asks, licking her lips. Fuck. I want to sink my cock inside of her and never come out. Instead, I reach up and grab her by the back of her hair and pull, tipping her head to get me better access. My lips find her throat and slowly lick and suck my way up to her ear. Charlie sucks in a breath, her tits pressing into my chest. I nibble on her earlobe and growl slightly.
“You’re gettin’ on the back of my bike and I’m fuckin’ you senseless. I’ll get someone to bring you back for your car tomorrow.” She’s damn near breathless when I twirl my tongue around the soft spot behind her ear. “You like that?” I murmur.
“Yes.” When I pull away quickly, she groans. I release her hair and her head snaps up, a pissed off glint in those pretty blue eyes.
“You want to play? I’m game,” she purrs. She has no idea what kind of fucking games I want to play.
“You think you can handle playin’ my kind of game? You sure you can handle it?”
Proving that she can, she moves in closer, cups my cock in her hand and squeezes before pushing up and sucking my bottom lip into her mouth. When I feel her bite down and blood flow, she can feel my cock harden.
Yeah, I’m going to have fun playing with her tonight.
Chapter Four
I look at the guys as they all sit around the black table in church. My goddamn family, yet somewhere inside these walls a rat lives. A rat that has been feeding my fucking intel to the Feds. I want to scream and rip my fucking hair out and demand to know who it is, but what right is that of mine anymore? I’m just as much a rat as he is, whoever the fuck he is.
“Herrera wants more money to let the coke move across the border. The little fuck thinks he can throw his weight around because we’re movin’ larger shipments now. Roman and a couple guys are headed down in the mornin’ to show their family’s a little love,” I tell the room watching as they chuckle. Herrera is our border patrol contact that is getting a little greedy. Hence the reason Roman, one of our craziest fucking brothers, is heading that way. They know what it is. “I’m meetin’ with Tyrone, the leader of the Street Kingz, in a few days about pushin’ the guns. Anyone have anything on them?” Street Kingz are a local street gang that we supply with coke and guns. Lately, Tyrone has been asking for larger amounts of guns to be sent his way, and I think it’s high time I find out what the hell is going on with him. We don’t offer them any type of protection or anything like that, but I do like to know what’s happening in my city.
Stoney, another brother, raises his hand before he says, “Heard some shit that he was tryin’ to go aft
er CVs over a turf war. Not that we give a shit who they take out in there little street fights, but that’s what I hear.” Nodding my head, I know that Crazy Vatos, another street gang, have been moving into Tyrone’s area and that shit was going to get real soon. I just didn’t realize it would be this quick.
“They can all kill each other for all I give a fuck. Where there is one Tyrone, another can easily take his place. His death means nothin’ to anyone. There will always be someone else ready to step into his position. Anything else we need to discuss?” Glancing around the table, I see the look in Thorn’s eyes. I know he has something to say, and to be honest, I wish the motherfucker would. I level my gaze on him a little longer just praying he opens his goddamn mouth, but when he turns his head and looks away, I know he’s done. Slamming the gavel onto the table I release the guys to the party that’s happening outside those doors.
“Stick around, Thorn.” Nah, I’m not letting this shit go. He has something to say and I want to hear it. All the guys filter out of the room but Thorn stays in his seat, eyeing me like I’m about to cut his fucking dick off. I might be cold and calculated but Thorn is one of my best friends. He’d have to really piss me off to get me heated with him.
“What?” he asks when I sit back in my chair.
“Spit it out. Whatever the fuck you have in that head of yours, say it.”
Thorn runs his hand over his face, before leaning back in his seat. “That meetin’ you had with Chief. What was it about?” Son of a bitch.
“I told you. He wanted some help on a few cases. I’m gonna hand him a few leads and he’s gonna pull the charges from Rico. Best we can do to get his ass out sooner,” I lie to him. Although the Rico part was part of the deal I made, it wasn’t made with Chief. Rico is another member that got busted on some charges a while back that he never should have. Thorn nods but I can still see that look.