Vengeance MC Box Set - Volume 1: Call Me...Vengeance ~ Fury ~ Jonas

by Natasha Thomas

  Club whores aren’t shy, or ashamed of their sexuality like a lot of women out there, nor they can’t afford to be. Getting naked in a room full of bikers, sucking one man’s cock as another drills your ass is a sure fire way to erase feelings of self-consciousness.

  Vengeance isn’t different to other MC’s when it relates to having club whores in permanent residence. It made things easier that way. If a brother needed to let out some of his frustration by getting laid, it was there on tap. Women who didn’t mind using their bodies for the soul purpose of giving a brother a release, or being a hole to fill with no expectations of more. They were easy, available pussy. And sometimes that’s all you need. Someone willing to suck and fuck you on command without having to put in all the work that it usually takes to get a woman in the mood.

  But I’m not that man anymore. And after swearing off cheap, easy pussy, I gutted my room at the clubhouse, burned the furniture and sheets, and bought everything new. A fresh start. It might not have erased my past, but it damn sure made me feel better that I wasn’t likely to become disease ridden after the sheer amount of women I’d taken to bed anytime soon.

  I am a man, though, and men have needs. So to combat them and me getting a severe case of blue balls, I’d been taking care of those with one specific piece of club ass until just over a month ago. I only started fucking her and her only six months ago, but at the time, I figured it was in keeping with my new found lease on life to have one bitch on the side when my cock needed some attention.

  Sweets, her real name is Kerri, but she won’t answer to it, has big tits, long, platinum blonde hair, a tiny waist, and the perfect hips to hold onto while you fuck her from behind. She sucks cock like a vacuum, didn’t expect me to give her head back. Thank fuck for small mercies, because I never go down on club whores.

  However, our mutual arrangement ended when Sweets saw fit to issue me with an ultimatum; make her my old lady or her pussy was closed for business. Yeah, that wasn’t fucking likely. In fact, that was never going to happen. There was no way in hell, I was going to make a club whore who probably gave out herpes like a stripper received single dollar bills, my old lady. Not only because I didn’t even particularly like the woman, but because in doing what she did, Sweets proved she wasn’t old lady material in the first place.

  It was fucking ridiculous to me that she believed manipulating me would work. Club whores knew better or I’d thought they did, but obviously not. If I were her, I’d have picked my timing better, but what do I know? Sweets wanted to have it out in the middle of a club party, then who was I to stand in her way?

  Sitting on one of the recliners near the pool tables, Diesel and I had been shooting the shit, relaxing after a hell of a week. Club business, shop business, brother’s business, it was a shit week for all. To top it off, I was wrong in assuming I wouldn’t need to make extra trips to, Boulder and back after we finalized the sale of the new garage. I’ve been heading up that way at least once a week – so far twice this week – and we’re only halfway through the project.

  “What have you got on for tomorrow, Brother? Heard you’re hitting Boulder again. You got something going on up there you haven’t told me about? Because you seem to be pounding pavement in that direction a hell of a lot.” he asks taking a swing of his beer.

  “Nothing you don’t know about, man. Noah and his crew are starting fit out tomorrow, so I want to go up and check it out. The last thing I need is for them to fuck that up too. It was bad enough they knocked out the only fucking wall I wanted to be left in the place. If they screw this shit up too, they’re out,” I groan.

  “Fair enough. You want me to ride with you?”

  My best friend and, Vice President, Dillon ‘Diesel’ Matthews had been off his game lately. As my VP, his job was to have my back, ride at my side, and be the reason to my irrationality. But ever since he got rid of his long-time fuck buddy, Cami, aside from being hard up for attention of the female variety, he was shirking his responsibilities. It wasn’t only in one area of his life either. Cami’s absence was affecting every aspect. His job, his role as Vengeance’s VP, friendships with his brothers were suffering, and he’d even stopped working out. Something he used to channel his anger, an outlet. So as you can imagine, that shit had to go somewhere. No two guesses who he was using to vent his frustrations either.

  “You up for that?” I ask genuinely curious.

  Clenching his jaw, Diesel narrows his eyes. He’s pissed sure, but I’m done fucking around. He’s been wallowing for too long. This shit has to stop.

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Have I ever not been down to ride with you? Never not been at the top of my game when I’ve taken your back?”

  “Shut the fuck up. You know exactly what I’m getting at,” I say curling my lip. “I don’t know what the fuck happened between you and your woman, and I don’t want to know. That’s your business, brother, and I respect that. But when that shit leaks over into the club, then you’ve gotta know I’m going to have questions. One’s you’re not going to like.”

  Blowing out a breath, Diesel unfurls his fists laying his palms flat on his thighs, fingers twitching angrily.

  “You know better than most what it’s like to lose a woman you care about, so cut me some slack for Christs sake. It’s not like I’m sitting here seven years later mourning her, it’s only been a few weeks.”

  “Diesel, I’m warning you, Brother. I love you, man, and I get you’re hurting, but you’re entering some fucking dangerous territory here.”

  “The difference between you and me; you’ve been given a million fucking chances to fix it, make shit better between you, but you keep shooting them down. Cami shut me down. She didn’t want to explore what we had. I’m not as lucky as you, Brother. I didn’t get a choice. But if I had, I’d have taken it. No looking back. No holds barred. Taken it and been fucking grateful she gave it to me,” I challenge.

  Pissed off and hurt, reliving the painful memories I hadn’t given more than a fleeting thought for months, the last thing I need is Sweets crawling into my lap rubbing herself all over me, but that’s what I get. Extricating her from my lap isn’t an option when she wraps herself around me, rubbing her soft tits against my chest. I’m only human after all. My cock hardens as she grinds her luscious ass into my groin.

  Shifting to accommodate my now painfully hard erection, I turn away from Diesel asking her,

  “You need something?”

  “Hmm,” she hums into the side of my neck, licking the outer shell of my ear. “I thought you could take me up to your room and we could have some fun. I’ve missed you, Boss.”

  Patting her on the ass, I make a move to lift her off my lap but she holds fast.

  “Busy now, Babe. Come see me later and I’ll take care of you, yeah?”

  Something to know about, Sweets; she doesn’t like being told no.

  “We’ve been together a while now, honey. When are you going to start putting me first?”

  Narrowing my eyes, I tighten my grip on her hips to make sure I’ve got her attention.

  “Not sure what you think we’ve got, babe, but it’s obviously not what you’re thinking. You’re a good lay, you suck cock like a pro, and I love your tits, but that’s all there is to it.”

  “That’s not what you said last week, honey,” she coos, running a red-tipped fingernail down my chest.

  This bitch is straight up crazy if she honestly believes what we had between us was anything more than a passably good fuck to pass the time. Removing her from my lap, I stand up placing my hands on her shoulders to set her aside.

  “Sweets, you were with me for a good time. That’s it, and you and I both know it. You’re club property, nothing more. You’re here to service my boys, and me when I have an itch that needs scratching.”

  Her flinch is noticeable under my hands, the stubborn tilt of her chin firms, and her eyes go hard.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” She screeches. “The only
thing different about what we have to what the other guys have with their old ladies is that I’m not wearing your patch. I’m the only woman in your bed. The only woman riding your cock. I give it to you good too and you know it. That’s why you keep coming back.”

  Like I said, fucking crazy. I shake her firmly to snap her out of the tirade she’s settling to go off.

  “You sure you want to do this here,” I question, gesturing to the men in the room. All of whom have stopped what they’re doing to stare at her.

  “Fuck yes I do,” she snaps viciously.

  Counting to ten in my head, hopefully, to calm my ass down, I narrow my eyes on her.

  “I’ve got no idea what you though we were, what you worked it up to be in your head, but whatever it was you were way off the mark. Club whores aren’t old lady material, Sweets. You being one of those, I would have thought you’d have your head screwed on right about what this shit between us was.”

  I might be an asshole, but I’ve never gone out of my way to hurt a woman. She’s just not catching on, though. No matter how softly I tread. And I know this to be true when she responds, taking this to a place I’d hoped we wouldn’t have to visit.

  “What about Lonnie then? Huh?”

  She’s talking about Maddox’s old lady, and she couldn’t have hit further below the belt if she tried. Fuck. Me!

  Elaine, Lonnie to us, came to the club for help when she was being harassed by her soon-to-be ex-husband. It was a dangerous situation, fucked up really. He’d been abusive toward her for four and a half years of their five-year marriage, a few of which landed her in the hospital. Vengeance might not be the humanitarian outfit of the year, but we’re not one to sit around and watch women have the shit beaten out of them either.

  I offered her a spot in the club; cooking, cleaning, shit like that. Lonnie wasn’t officially ever a club whore. She never even looked at the brothers sideways, and they had enough respect for her situation not to push her. That all changed when Maddox got back from a run and caught sight of her, though. He clocked her within minutes of walking into the clubhouse. Picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, it wasn’t until two days later he came out of his room, telling us she was his now and no one was to fuck with her. A week later, Lonnie wore his property patch on her back and has been the best thing to ever happen to Mad.

  Smart, sweet, funny, with the biggest heart of any woman I’ve ever met, Lonnie is a woman who deserves a hell of a lot more respect than the bitch standing in front of me spewing shit because she’s hurt.

  “What the fuck did you just say about my woman?” A menacing voice growls from behind me.

  I knew this would happen. Mad isn’t known for his tolerance when it comes to anyone trash talking his now wife and mother of his three kids.

  “Let me deal with her, brother. I’ll sort her out.”

  “Boss, you’ve got my loyalty, you’ve got my respect, but if you don’t get her the fuck out of here after that shit, you’ll have to have my back when I kick her ass to the curb where it belongs,” he warns unnecessarily.

  Facing off with, Sweets isn’t something I’d planned on tonight. I’d wanted to kick back with my brothers, take a load off, have my cock sucked, and relax. But seeing as she’s here, I might as well do what I’d been putting off for weeks now.

  “You heard the man. Get your shit, and get the fuck out,” I fume.

  “This is your last chance, Jackson. I won’t hang around anymore if you’re not going to see what’s been staring you right in the face.”

  “What is it that you think I’ve been missing?” I coax, knowing she’ll take the bait and dig herself in deeper.

  Hissing like the viper she is, Sweets doesn’t disappoint me.

  “I’m more suited to being an old lady than any woman who’s walked through the doors of this clubhouse. I know the life. I know how you men work. As long as I have your patch, I couldn’t care less if you have another woman or five on the side because you’d be coming home to me at the end of the day. I know that, and I accept it. Can the same be said for any of the rest of them?” She asks flinging out a skinny arm. “No, that’s the answer you’re looking for. None of them would get that’s just the way things work. All of them would be all over their men’s asses if they found them with other women, but not me. All I’m asking for is to wear your property patch. That or I’m done with you, Jackson. Done.”

  In hindsight, I probably should have considered breaking the news that she’s fucking delusional more gently than I did. Because telling a bitch, whether she’s a bitch or not, that she can keep her loose, junkie snatch to herself was not one of my finer moments. Not to mention, she may have tried to sucker punch me, which saw me unceremoniously dropping her on her ass in front of everyone in the main room of the clubhouse adding fuel to her already raging fire.

  “Never,” I whisper harshly, “would I consider putting my ink on your body and patch on your back. Not once. Not fucking ever. You think keeping your mouth shut about where your man puts his cock is grounds for being an old lady, you are dead wrong bitch. An old lady’s got every right to have something to say about her man stepping out on her, and if she didn’t, I’d be worried she wasn’t cut out for this life. We live hard. Live rough. But at the end of the day, we need soft and sweet when we come home. We need women who won’t take our shit, and when we hand it to them, they’ll call us out on it. You think you know this life? You know nothing the fuck about it. All you know is how to use your pussy to try and manipulate your way into getting something you’ll never have. But I’ll let you in on a secret,” I hint edging closer to her. “It isn’t even that good. Loose, dry pussy doesn’t keep men coming back for more, bitch. The only reason you’ve had men in your bed is because you’re easy. Plain and simple. We don’t have to work for it.”

  Cursing a blue streak, Sweets rears back her right arm, an arm I catch before she can connect with the side of my jaw. I don’t condone laying hands on a woman, but when one thinks she’s got the balls to take me down in my own clubhouse, I don’t’ have much of a choice but to make an example of her.

  Placing a hand on the center of her chest, my other still filled with her clenched fist, I shove her. And not lightly. Sweets went down, tripping over her own feet, and landed in a heap at my feet. Deciding to end this shit once and for all, I crouch down in front of her.

  “If you ever think to put your filthy hands on me ever again, you’ll lose your fucking fingers. You’ve got five minutes to get your shit and get the fuck out before I let, Mad escort your ass out. Make your choice. Because I’m telling you now, walking out under your own steam is gonna be a hell of a lot wiser choice than him putting you out.”

  Luckily for her, and for the prospects who’d be left with the clean up after Mad finished with her, Sweets made the right choice. She scurried off, packed her shit, and left without any more drama. I didn’t think that was going to be the last we heard from her but for now, we were rid of her. I was rid of her.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  ~ Beth ~

  I’ve got too much stuff; said no woman ever

  - Beth’s secret thoughts

  “Fuck me, woman,” Jonas groaned hauling another box into my unfurnished bedroom. “How much shit did you bring with you? And when do you ever get a chance to wear any of it? All I ever see you in is jeans and boots.”

  How do I answer that? Let’s just say that while I’m not materialistic, I still like pretty things. Not fancy or expensive, just pretty. Every woman needs a few, or ten, LBD’s with shoes and jewelry to match. It doesn’t help that I’ve got an excellent collection of belts and belt buckles, boots and scarves, and jeans to add to the tally of boxes he’s had to haul, but what can I say? A lady needs choices.

  “Stop being such a baby. Two more and you’re done. Then I’ll order us a pizza, and I’ve got beer in the fridge with your name on it. How does that sound for payback?” I ask grappling with the filled clothes hangers I’m shoving into
my too small closet.

  “You better, because I’m starving,” he replies with a grunt, depositing another box on the floor by my feet.

  Absently tearing through the tape to unearth what’s in this one, I address the elephant in the room.

  “Are you ever going to tell me what went down between you and Rebecca last time you came to visit? Everything was great up until that last night, but then it’s like something happened. You’ve both been so tight lipped about it I figure whatever it was must have been big.”

  “Not something I’m gonna talk about with you, Beth. You know I love you, but that’s between her and me. If she ever finally answers my calls that is,” he grumbles.

  Snapping my gaze to is dark head bent and brooding, I push. I shouldn’t, he’s right it’s not my business, but I care about both of them. With Bec coming to town soon, I can’t help but want my two best friends to be in a place that they’re capable of civil conversation. At least.

  “Jonas. Jonas,” I prod until he looks up at me.

  His dark eyes are clouded with something I’ve never seen in them before. It’s an emotion I’m eerily familiar with. Pain.