Hells Vipers: You Belong to Me

by Ices Sheer

  She cut her eyes over at Nuke, then back to Pipe. “You here for the drugs or the money?” she asked calmly.

  Neither one of them said anything. Nuke walked into the closet and seized the duffle bag that she had her hand on before Pipe grabbed her. He unzipped the bag. “Damn…it’s got to be a quarter of a mil in here.”

  “He owes my kids that money!” the girl yelled at both of them.

  Nuke went back into the closet and came out with another duffle bag. Inside of this one was what looked to be another fifty grand at least, plus several guns and two blocks of cocaine.

  “You the baby mama?” Nuke asked.

  “I’m one of them.”

  Nuke looked over at Pipe. “Tell you what, you take the bag with the money, we take this one.”

  “Fuck you, I deserve both!” she spat the words out at him.

  “Or how about we take both, and my friend there blows your face off? The choice is yours,” Nuke said dryly, hoping that she’d believe his bluff. No way were they going to kill an innocent, especially a woman.

  She looked from one masked man to the other. “Fine!” she grumbled.

  “We need you to do us a favor.”

  She cocked a perfectly manicured eye brow. “What you want now?”

  “Cut his dick off and shove it in his mouth.”

  She smiled. “Gladly!”

  ***

  “Yes! Yes! It feels so good,” Jasmine moaned as she bit down on her bottom lip with each stroke Nuke gave her. Her wrists were bound behind her back with his belt as she buried her face into the mattress, ass up in the air. He spanked her bottom, leaving his hand prints on her skin.

  He pulled his hard dick out of her ass, then bent over, spread her thick ass cheeks and began sucking on her clit from the back. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

  Slowly he pushed his tongue in and out of her tight hole two more times before he playfully bit down on her ass cheeks.

  “Please fuck me,” she screamed as he smacked her hard several times on the butt.

  “Beg me!” he said in a harsh whisper into her ear. “Ask for it like the slut you are!” He slid two fingers into her wet pussy as he filled her anally.

  “Please, please fuck me, please, Sir,” she moaned as he guided his dick inside her.

  He gave her long, slow, deep strokes. He gripped her long dark hair, wrapping it around his hand several times as he picked up his pace, going deeper and harder inside of her. He growled as he thrust in and out of her. “Say it, you belong to me!” he ordered her.

  “I belong to you!” she said between gasps.

  “That pussy belongs to me.”

  “Yes, Sir, my pussy belongs to you!” Jasmine screamed as he yanked her head back so that he could kiss her. He covered her mouth with his as he pounded her with a passionate fury.

  “I’m about to come!” he shouted as he thrust his cock in and out of her. “Ahhhh!” he groaned as he spilled his seed inside her.

  They collapsed onto the bed, and he undid the belt from her wrists. Jasmine caught her breath as she turned over and climbed on top of his muscular body. She looked down into his handsome face. “Wow!” she giggled.

  Nuke reached up and cupped her chin with both hands, pulling her closer to him. “I really love owning you.”

  “I know, baby,” Jasmine said, then licked the sweat from his chest. “I love pleasing you. It gives me pleasure to see how turned on you get. Seeing that look in your eyes.”

  “We’re soulmates,” he said as he pinched her nipple. “What do your friends other than Cindy think about us? You’re always worried about my club. Don’t your friend and co-workers have an opinion on us?”

  “They think we don’t look like we’d be together is the most popular opinion. The question I get asked the most is, aren’t I afraid of you because you’re a Hells Viper. The second most popular question is would I ask you to hook them up with a club member. That’s the question people whisper to me when no one is around.”

  They both laughed.

  “Are you afraid of me sometimes?” he asked, turning over so they were facing each other.

  “No, I like the dark side. Plus, you keep me out of your business, and I know that you do it for your protection and mine.”

  “God, I’m glad you’re smart,” Nuke laughed. “I was so sick of stupid, needy bitches. I’ll make sure that it will never be brought home to you. Trust me on that.”

  “How’s your finger?” He brought her broken pinky to his mouth and kissed it.

  “It’s alright.”

  “You still don’t want me to handle it?”

  “I took care of it, Nuke. I don’t need you going after Brian. I’m pretty sure he’s terrified of me now anyway.”

  “You know it’s eating away at me right? I need you to know that I’ll protect you.”

  “Nuke, I know that you protect me.” She kissed him. “Now rest up for round two!”

  “Jesus, woman! You’re killing me!”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Hells Viper

  The tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife as they waited on Vince to begin. “Mitch is out of ICU. It looks like he’s past the danger zone,” Vince said.

  A wave of relief washed across the table. Finally some good news. “Pipe, are things all set with the Australians?”

  “Yep, it’s all good, bro.”

  “Let’s thank Nuke and Pipe for the extra cash they brought to the club. It was desperately needed.”

  A round of sarcastic jeers filled the room.

  “Alright, alright, anybody have anything else before we adjourn this meeting?” Vince added.

  No one said anything.

  “Alright then,” he said and cracked the gavel.

  They all walked back into the main room, each of them gathering their phones from the box on the bar.

  The prospect who went by the name of Road Kill was working the bar. He took a shot of whiskey and tied back his long blonde hair. “Nuke, can we talk?”

  “Yeah,” Nuke said, and he reached over the bar and grabbed a beer from underneath the counter. “What up?”

  Road Kill stared him down. “I’m going to cut to the chase. You’re an officer in the Hells Vipers. It’s up to you to set an example. I know I’m not a patched member, but I want to be. Being a Hells Vipers is all I’ve ever wanted to be since I was ten years old. I saw you the other day with some black chick on your bike. I don’t think it looks good for you to have that on your bike. You’re not fucking her, are you?” Road Kill asked accusingly before shaking his head. “It just looked wrong, man, and I don’t mean this in a disrespectful way. I just don’t think it’s something an officer should be doing.”

  Nuke laughed. “You got fucking balls, prospect. You might want to think about what you’re saying to make sure you keep them.”

  “I respect you, man. I just don’t know why with so many hot white women around here, you’d soil your image.”

  “Where in the hell does it say in the bylaws that I can’t do what I want with my dick? Nowhere, that’s fucking where.” Nuke walked toward the door.

  “I know I can’t be the only who one feels this way,” Road Kill yelled as he walked around to the front of the bar. “Come on guys, one of you has to back me up on this. I know this can’t be alright for everyone.”

  Nuke opened the front door but then turned back around. “Do you know that I talked ‘til I was blue in the face to her about this shit? I told her how we’re a family here. How who we love is our own damn business. How the club doesn’t interfere with someone’s personal life. You’re making me a liar, prospect, and I don’t fucking lie to her.”

  The intense look on Nuke’s face was easily read. Yet Road Kill was going to persist in his foolishness. “The officers of the club should vote on it!”

  “Fuck you!” Tech replied. “I’m not voting on who he lets suck his cock!”

  All the activity in the room came to an a
brupt stop.

  Rage was boiling underneath the surface as Nuke was losing the battle with his anger. All eyes were on them.

  “Nuke’s going to kill him,” Pipe whispered to Kevin. “I’ve seen the way he looks at that woman; he loves her. He’s going to rip Road Kill’s heart out and shove it up his ass!”

  Kevin nodded in agreement. “I don’t feel like digging a fucking grave tonight,” Kevin said seriously. “If he dies, we get the other prospects to dig the hole. I’m tired!”

  “I’ll give you one chance, Road Kill. Go home to your blonde-haired, blue-eyed wife and tell her how much you love her. Thank her for giving you your Aryan kids. Then ride down to Little Burma and fuck those Burmese women that you like so much!”

  “Yeah that’s right, I do. I keep shit in perspective. It would be a cold day in hell before I’d call one of those gashes ‘old lady.’”

  “Road Kill, stop dude,” Kevin spoke up. “No one has a fucking problem with Jasmine but you, and what you think doesn’t mean shit. We got bigger problems to deal with than Nuke’s personal life! We got to stay united or this club is going to fall apart. End up a footnote on the Wikipedia outlaw biker page.”

  They all laughed except Road Kill and Nuke.

  “Nuke,” Road Kill said as he approached him slowly, “you’re disrespecting the club by riding that nigger bitch on your bike and on your dick!”

  The rage that filled Nuke engulfed him in darkness. No one was prepared to see him in a full-blown frenzy. Nuke grabbed Road Kill and slammed his face against the edge of the bar. He then gripped him by the back of the head and threw him onto the floor. He stomped up and down on his body before bending down and punching him repeatedly in the face. He moved so fast that most of the men in the room were shocked into stillness the first few moments of the fight.

  Road Kill’s jaw twisted as it cracked underneath Nuke’s punches. “You disrespect my woman again, I will fucking kill you…slowly!” Nuke grunted as he continued his assault on the now unconscious Road Kill.

  Kevin and Vince tried to drag Nuke into the other room but failed. He broke free of their grip and headed back toward Road Kill.

  “Dammit, Nuke! I’m not digging a fucking hole tonight,” Kevin griped.

  Pipe and several of the other members grabbed Nuke again and dragged him kicking and screaming down the hall. He fought them all, punching and kicking as they tumbled into the bathroom. Nuke was the first up onto his feet. Pipe grabbed him and threw him into the shower. Nuke ripped the curtain down as he popped back up and swung at Pipe, who ducked. His fist landed on the bathroom mirror, and it shattered, the shards falling into the sink.

  Blood dripped from his hand as he leaned against the counter, gripping the edge as fury continued to pump through his veins.

  “Bro, calm the fuck down,” Pipe said as he motioned for everyone else to leave the tiny bathroom. He hesitated for a moment, then shut the door behind him. Truth be told, Nuke could scare the shit out of him, and the thought of being in a small-ass room with him wasn’t a comforting feeling.

  “Nuke!”

  He didn’t respond.

  “Nuke, I know you’re pissed off, but you need to chill. You fucked him up, and I guarantee you that he’ll think twice before he says shit about Jasmine again. We can kick him out. You never have to see that asshole again.”

  “He made me a liar. I told her. I told her again and again, but she knew. Somehow, she knew.”

  “He didn’t make you a liar. Road Kill is the only one with that white power shit tattooed on him, and he’s not even a member of the club. He’s a fucking prospect.”

  “She knew, man, she fucking knew this was going to happen.” Nuke watched the blood from his hands drip onto the floor. “We’re at war with the Grave Walkers. Mitch is in the hospital, he was damn near dead. We still don’t know who the snitch is and that motherfucker out there,” Nuke said as he turned around and pointed, “that bastard’s biggest worry is the color of my woman’s’ skin.”

  “Well, you beat him unconscious so I’m pretty sure he won’t be worrying about shit for a while,” Pipe said.

  “It disgusts me. We let him be a prospect, me included. I knew what he was about.” Nuke looked at the pieces of the mirror in the sink, catching part of his reflection in one of the shards. For the first time, he wanted out of his Hells Vipers cut.

  ***

  “Oh my God! What happened to you?” Jasmine looked at Nuke’s bleeding hands as he walked into her house. “Baby, what did you do?”

  Nuke said nothing as she dragged him over to the kitchen sink. He was still reeling with anger. “I’d tell you to go get stitches, but I know you won’t.” She let go of his hands as she turned on the water. “Do you know I’ve done more emergency nursing since I’ve met you then I have in the past eight years?” she laughed.

  She placed his hands underneath the tap. “I think I can get most of this glass out. I have some tweezers in my purse.”

  “Jasmine…” He grabbed her around the waist, stopping her from moving. “Babe,” he said with a short breath.

  “Nuke, what’s wrong? Honey, you can tell me anything.” She reached up and caressed his face.

  He looked into her eyes. “I beat the fuck out of a prospect,” he said.

  Jasmine held her breath for a moment. “What were you two fighting about? Can you talk about it?”

  Nuke said nothing as he put his hands into the sink and watched his blood swirling down the drain with the water.

  “It’s that bad, huh?” She caressed the back of his neck and head. “If you want to talk to me about it, I promise you I won’t tell anyone anything. You can trust me.”

  “He saw us,” Nuke said quietly.

  A knot formed in the pit of Jasmine’s stomach and reached up into her chest. “He’s got a problem with me, huh? I told you this would happen, Nuke. I’m so sorry.”

  “I know you did. I just thought…” He didn’t finish his sentence.

  “Nuke, I love you. I would never in a million years ask you or expect you to change who you are for me or because of me. I know what the club means to you.”

  “Jasmine, no one has a problem but that prospect, and he doesn’t mean shit. I’m just still all worked up about it. I’m just angry.”

  She paused as she inspected his injured hands. “He’s a prospect, which means the club has to see something in him that they like or you guys wouldn’t let him stay around. He might not be a full patch member, but he could be one day. What he thinks, how he feels, it means something. More than likely, he’s not the only one who feels that way. He was just the one that said something to you.”

  “It don’t mean anything, Jasmine.”

  She didn’t say a word as she started to clean his wounds. She tried to hold back her tears but failed.

  “Baby, don’t cry” Nuke whispered into her ear. “I shouldn’t have told you.”

  “No, I want you to tell me things. Nuke, I need for you to listen to me. Don’t say anything ‘til I’m finished, please.” She turned off the water and looked him in the eyes. “The Hells Vipers, they’re your family. That’s what you always told me. Families fight, but someone has to be the bigger person and apologize. You need to be that person. You need to fix this. Even if that guy doesn’t become a full patch member, this fight could cause problems between you and some of the other members. If he does become a member, then what happened tonight will be a problem for you later on.”

  “Nothing’s going to fix what happened other than you and I breaking up, and that’s not an option.”

  “If that’s what needs to happen, then maybe it should,” Jasmine said as she backed away from him. “Nuke, I don’t want you to lose who you are because of me. I’m telling you what’s in my heart. We both knew that the odds of us staying together were not in our favor. Neither one of us wanted it to end. So I’ll be the one to say it. It’s over. Please, go back to the clubhouse and apologize and set things straight.” She reached ove
r and turned off the water. “I mean this respectfully, but get out my house!”

  He stared at her for a minute then burst into laughter. “That’s cute! You trying to leave me. Yeah…that’s not going to happen.”

  “Nuke, I’m serious! GET OUT!” She shoved him out of her kitchen.

  “Jasmine!” He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to her chest as he pushed her up against a wall. “Stop! I’m that guy, and you love it. I’m not letting you go, and if you try and leave me, I’ll track you down like a rabid dog. Now, stop trying to be the martyr and get the tweezers and see if you can get the glass out.”

  She just stared at him. “You can’t make me stay with you if I don’t want to!”

  “But you do want to.”

  “Nuke, please, if you care about me, then do this for me. Go set things right, please. We can still be friends. We can talk every now and then, but us as a couple, this has to end.”

  “No,” he calmly said as he let her go. He walked back over to the sink and turned the water back on.

  “You’re insane!” she yelled at him.

  “No shit.” He turned and smiled at her. “You’re just now figuring that out? Technically, I really am, you know. Back when I was a teen, I did time off and on in juvie. It was what Kevin and I used to call our summer vacation.” Nuke laughed as he used some of the dishwashing detergent to clean his hands. “Anyway, my psych evaluation, it had everyone all worked up. The last time I was locked up, they separated me from gen. pop. That was fucking awesome. I got my own private room. They did me a favor.” He winked at her, then looked back at his hands.

  Jasmine let out a dramatic sigh. “Nuke, please!”

  “Don’t piss me off, alright? Not you, not tonight!” Nuke’s warning came out more like a plea.

  “What’s wrong with me?” she asked him. Her voice was slightly breathless from frustration. “You won’t leave my house. You stand there and tell me that you’re diagnosed with being crazy and I’m not dialing the police for help? Why the fuck am I so dysfunctional all of a sudden?”

  “We’re all dysfunctional, baby. This ain’t nothing new for you. You’re just finally admitting it.” He cocked one eye at her. “When we went out that first time to dinner, you liked how everyone was watching us. You felt special being seen with me, am I right?”