Mayhem Madness: Reckless Bastards MC Series Books 1-7

by KB Winters

  Cross took a step forward and Vivi took a step back, hand sliding to her back pocket and I knew the shit would hit the fan in a minute.

  “Put. The. Money. Back.”

  She shot me a look, those grey eyes boring into me. “Jag, you need to calm your boy here. And as long as I have it, I might make it out of this shitty town alive.”

  “No. Fuck that,” Savior piped in. “These assholes won’t stop until they have their money and now we’re caught up in your bullshit.”

  Vivi laughed. “You want the money? Then go fucking get it.” She turned and left the kitchen but instead of heading back upstairs, she slammed the front door, which meant I was sleeping alone tonight.

  A big ass sigh escaped because I was tired. Dog fucking tired of always fighting, always going. Always fucking on. It hadn’t stopped over the past year and I was just beat. Whether they realized it or not, all three of my brothers had just made everything more difficult than it needed to be. “Happy?”

  “She can’t keep that money, Jag.” Cross’s words were insistent and bordered on an order, but I only stared. “You know that.”

  “What I know is that I spent the whole fucking trip back from LA trying to convince of her that and thanks to your so-called help, Vivi is going to do exactly what the fuck she wants. When she wants.”

  “Naw, man. That ain’t good enough, brother.” Gunnar smacked his hands together and went to the fridge, grabbing a beer.

  “Now we’re brothers? Five minutes ago I was a fuckin’ thief.”

  “You on your period, Jag?”

  “Fuck you, Gunnar. Shouldn’t you be babysitting?” He flipped me off but I’d already turned back to Cross. “I didn’t know about the money until Rizzoli called, pissed as fuck. But I won’t ask her to give it back until I can be sure Roadkill won’t fuck with her.”

  “That’s if she’s telling the truth and from where I’m sitting that’s a big fucking if,” Savior said, following Gunnar to pull a beer from the fridge.

  “You didn’t believe Mandy either until she took a beatdown in the parking lot of her job. Maybe you should try learning from your mistakes.”

  He growled, pissed that I’d brought it up but I was beyond caring. “Is that how this club works now? We have to make sure Savior believes someone before we take care of it?”

  Cross sighed and dropped down into one of the kitchen chairs. “Jag we’re in a bad position here.”

  “Don’t you think I fuckin’ know that? If you don’t want any part of this, fine. But I won’t abandon Vivi. And even if she isn’t around, Roadkill is still a problem. You fucking saw what Rizzoli did, but you took his word over mine, anyway.” I was so fucking done. I wanted to walk away but we had more shit to discuss. “That’s not all.”

  “Did you also get married while you were in La-La Land?” Savior asked me and took a seat at the end of the table.

  “Fuck you, Savior.” I replied, and the son of a bitch laughed. “It’s about Blaise. The guy is a fucking scumbag.”

  “Says Vivi?”

  “No Gunnar, says me. Asshole.” I didn’t know what his problem was, but I was past giving a shit. “We went to see a guy who used to be a journalist … until he tried to run one too many stories about Blaise and his penchant for underage pussy.”

  “And?”

  “And Vivi is working on a plan to get him to stop. I just need to know if I can count on the club for help or not.” The room fell silent except for the sounds of four angry bikers breathing heavily.

  “Vivi is working on a plan? She gonna steal from him too?”

  “Since he’s tried to kill her at least three goddamn times, I’d say she’s in her rights if that’s what she chooses. What the fuck would you do if it were Maisie?”

  “But it’s not,” he barked at me, pounding the table with his meaty fist.

  “But it could be. Vivi is the victim here in case you fucking forgot. Either Blaise or Rizzoli want her dead because of what she’s seen, do you fucking get that? She’s seen some deep dark secrets about these assholes and I happen to be worried about her.” I stood. “You know what? I don’t give a shit. Get the fuck out,” I told them and left the kitchen, heading upstairs to my empty fucking bedroom.

  There were so many thoughts going through my mind but not one of them could catch hold to become a fully formed idea. I couldn’t fucking believe it; my club didn’t have my back. After all the shit we’d been through together and this was where they chose to draw the line.

  Vivi was where they drew the line.

  Un-fucking-believable.

  ***

  “I can’t believe they’re acting like this!” And now I was acting like a whiny little bitch in front of my woman and that didn’t feel good at all.

  “Fuck ‘em, Jag. I mean the whole point of all that shit is that you have each other’s backs, right?” She didn’t even wait for a response. “Think of all the shit you’ve done for them, shit that could put you in prison. All that and they can’t get over their hate of me?”

  “They don’t hate you,” I said automatically.

  “Don’t kid yourself, Jeremiah. They hate me and that’s okay. I don’t really give a shit. But I care that they’re doing this to you.” She fidgeted with the hem of her black t-shirt and her eyes darted around the room, uncomfortable with any display of emotion. I loved that about her.

  “They don’t. Hell, Lasso even likes you. It’s just that they’re worried. We’ve had a lot of problems with people lately and most of them have had to do with the women in our lives.” I told her about Teddy’s stalker who happened to be one of the Reckless Bitches and about Mandy’s problem with Roadkill thanks to a so-called friend. “And you already know Rocky’s story.”

  She whistled and then smiled. “Well that’s what happens when you’re in a biker gang, Jag.”

  “Motorcycle club,” I corrected even though I knew she only did that to get under my skin.

  “Right,” she said and rolled her eyes playfully. “It’s getting late and I’ve worked hard all day. I think it’s time for a treat.”

  I loved it when Vivi turned playful and I loved it more when she ripped her shirt off to reveal her delicious tits. They were round and perky with perfect pink nipples. Perfectly hard pink nipples. “I do love a tasty treat,” I told her and when she turned and headed up the stairs, I followed her.

  And caught her on the stairs, making her laugh. “Tasty?”

  “You know damn well you are,” I told her and spun her around, kissing the hell out of her right there on the stairs. Her lips were soft and pliant, moving with mine as I led the dance. One leg wrapped around my thigh so my hips sank against hers and she moaned, tilting her head back so I could taste her beautiful neck. She arched into me. I fucking loved it when she did that.

  “Jag.” The way she sighed my name sent a rod of heat straight to my cock, which I pressed into her. Hard.

  “Vivi. Babe.” The way she opened her legs a little more when she sighed told me exactly what she wanted. I snapped the button on her jeans and slid my hand inside until the wet warmth of her pussy touched my fingertips. “Damn you’re so wet already. For me?”

  She nodded, mouth open slightly inviting me in for another taste. I devoured her mouth this time while two fingers slid deep into her tight pussy. She was so fucking wet, so tight, she clenched around me and I knew she was already close. “Yes.” Her hips circled into me and one hand clamped the back of my neck, her teeth sank into my lips.

  “Someone’s feeling greedy.”

  “Damn right, ah!” She sucked in a breath when my thumb found her clit and her other hand grabbed my wrist. “Jag!”

  She was so close, and my fingers began to thrust deeper and faster, the only sound was her sexy fucking gasps she made when her orgasm was close. Her pussy clenched hard, the warning before the storm.

  Just before she came, a loud explosion sounded outside. Close as fuck outside, like on my damn property. Unfortunately that sound and
the fiery light that lit up the entire front of the house made Vivi’s orgasm a distant memory.

  “Fuck! What the fuck was that, a bomb?”

  I was already headed to the front window, the one in the corner with the table that held one of my guns. I pushed the curtain aside and saw two guys running away. “Close, a fucking explosion!”

  I was out the door in seconds, grabbing another gun before I aimed at one of the fuckers running away. Lining up my shot, I got the fucker and he fell down.

  “Shit! Go!” a man moaned.

  I recognized the voice but with all the noise and chaos I couldn’t place it. Not that it mattered. I unloaded my clip into the mother fucker.

  “Shit!” Vivi said beside me, staring at the wreckage. “Holy fuck is that…?”

  “The Crown Vic from the tow company? Yeah.” It was there in the middle of my fucking yard. On fire. “Those sirens are definitely headed here so we need to put what we need into your camper—”

  “And get it off this fucking property.” She was already heading back into the house to get who knew what while I went to the guy lying still on the ground.

  He didn’t look familiar but that didn’t mean shit. He could be a hired gun, or he could be a Roadkill rookie, well he could have been. Now he was just a body. Food for worms.

  “Get his ID,” Vivi shouted from behind the wheel of her camper. “So we can figure out who the hell sent him! Now!”

  I reached into his front pockets and there was nothing. “Back pockets are empty too!”

  “Shit.” With a muttered curse, Vivi parked her camper at the end of the road and ran back, the sound of sirens growing louder with every passing second. “Did you look in his shoe?”

  I looked at her over my shoulder. “Seriously, who in the hell are you girl?”

  She grinned. “I am an enigma wrapped in a little mystery, chaos and charm and then rolled up in a pretty little hacker package.”

  That much was true and she turned out to be right about the ID. “When this is all over Vivi, we’re going to have a serious talk.” I handed her the ID and she slid it into her own shoe.

  “Maybe.” Finally the lights and sirens were on us. “Remember don’t say more than you need to.” She turned serious gray eyes my way until I nodded.

  “This isn’t my first rodeo, Vivi.”

  She shrugged. “I have to be sure, considering how clueless you were about the ID in the shoe thing.” Her smile took the sting off the words and seconds later we were inundated with police.

  “Yeah well, just make sure you don’t give them the wrong ID.”

  She frowned. “I’m not giving them shit.”

  “That’s my girl.” I pressed a quick, hard kiss to her lips as two officers approached with firefighters and ambulances behind them. There was a big shit show in my front yard and I knew it would be hours before we were alone again. Especially with the dead guy in the yard. That wouldn’t go over well with the cops.

  Turns out, it took even longer than I’d thought. But the self-defense story worked, and the cops told us not to leave town. Not that we would. I had a feeling this was the start of a bigger war with Roadkill—or the feds. Whoever the dead guy belonged to.

  The first streaks of sun lit the sky before the last vehicle pulled away, with the crispy Crown Vic in tow. “Now where can we park this thing and get some sleep?”

  “Sleep? I thought for sure you’d want another crack at that interrupted orgasm.” I hoped she did because I sure as fuck needed to relax after the night we’d had.

  “Who said I don’t? I just need to recharge my batteries and wash the fire stank off me.”

  “Come on, I know a place.” If the guys were still full of bullshit, I knew Lasso would let us stay at his place. But, I didn’t want to put him and Rocky in danger, so we made our way to the clubhouse first.

  Chapter Twenty

  Vivi

  “Where in the hell have you been? I’ve been going out of my damn mind!” Jag was so adorable when he got all worried mother hen on me. No one had ever fussed over me before and even though it was kind of annoying, it was outweighed by just how sweet it was.

  “I was out. Rocky told me all about Mandy’s new chocolate shop and I thought I’d check it out.” And I had. For about five minutes before taking a long, wandering circuitous route around the Siren Casino and Resort. The places looked exactly like the plans, which was foolish considering just how much cash a casino had on hand. Security or not, with the layout of the whole resort, a smart criminal could win big. “What’s up?”

  “What’s up is that I’ve been calling you all afternoon and you weren’t answering. I thought something had happened.”

  Dammit this man knew how to warm my cold black heart. “I’m sorry I worried you. I brought you some chocolate.”

  He winced and then laughed. “Okay.” I licked my lips and gave him a dark look.

  He tossed a crooked smile at me. “But you already taste so sweet.”

  I batted my eyelashes and pulled the camper door shut behind me. “Everything was fine. I took every precaution and I made sure I wasn’t followed.”

  “Good. You ready to tell me what you’re up to next?”

  “Not yet.”

  “Then when?” He stood when I did and pushed into my space. “I’m here to help you. I might try to talk you out of something crazy stupid but if you’re set on it, you know I got your back.” One hand cupped my face and God help me, but I leaned into it. Let the warmth of his palm sink into my body. It felt good. Really fucking good and I didn’t want to talk about the fight for my life that was on the horizon. Right now I just wanted one thing.

  “Damn. Jag. I need you.”

  His grin was dark and sexy, and filled with promise. “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah.” I grabbed a fistful of his shirt and crashed our mouths together, fusing them in a kiss so hot and fiery that there was no way we’d ever part. Instead of scaring me, the thought thrilled me. Inspired me. “Now, Jeremiah. I need you now.”

  This kiss was different than the others; there was no teasing and no joking smiles. It was just me and him. Jag and Vivi. Jeremiah and Genevieve. Raw need and wild hunger. It was the realest kiss I’d ever shared with a man and I didn’t want it to end.

  “Not yet,” he said, throwing my words back in my face.

  I laughed and slid my hands under his shirt, scraped my nails up his rock-hard abs and his tight pecs. He really was a beautiful man and he was wearing too many damn clothes. “Now,” I told him and pushed the shirt over his head, hungry as hell to get close to him. Closer. So fucking close I didn’t know where I ended and he began.

  Jag growled and tore the t-shirt from my body, chest heaving as he stared hungrily at my tits.

  “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. And braless.”

  His big calloused hands cupped my ass and lifted me onto the dinette table.

  “And wearing too many fucking clothes,” he growled and in seconds had remedied the problem. “Better.” He dipped low, sucking slow at first and then harder until I pushed into him and my nipple disappeared into his mouth. I couldn’t look away, not from the sight of his thick plump lips doing wicked things to my body.

  “Jag,” I moaned, making all sorts of noises as he moved back and forth, pleasing and torturing me. “No more. I can’t wait.” My hands fumbled with his belt and jeans until he shoved them aside and did what I could not. “Thank fuck.”

  He chuckled, staring at me while he fisted his cock, stroking in long hard strokes. “You ready?”

  I spread my legs wider until I nearly straddled the table. “See for yourself.” Jag wasn’t playing around today. He didn’t dive right in, instead he took two fingers and rubbed them up and down my pussy, making sure I was completely coated in my own juices before he dropped down to his knees.

  “Stay just like that,” he growled. The order was issued in a deep, commanding voice that forced obedience. And fucking hell, was that obedience returned ten-fold. H
is mouth worked me over. Kissing my pussy like a teenager in the back seat for the first time, the kiss was endless. My body shook and trembled beneath the swirl of his tongue, the way his hands branded my thighs as he held them apart.

  His tongue touched my clit and that was it. My hips bucked off the table so eager to get close to the source of all that heat and all that pleasure.

  “Jag.”

  His name was the only word my brain could find, and it seemed to fire him up, which was just hot to watch.

  He stood and stroked my pussy with his thumb. “Vivi,” he whispered, barely able to speak and stepped closer until his thick cock was at my opening and he pushed in deep in one long slide.

  “Oh, fuck!” he moaned as if he were in pain, the kind of pain that meant endless pleasure.

  But that was the end of the slowness. There was no more teasing or playing, Jag was in full pleasure seeking mode as he fucked me. Hard and fast and dirty. He cupped my face and my legs wrapped around his waist, giving him just enough room to pound into me deliciously hard. Each time his balls smacked me, a shiver ripped through me.

  “Vivi,” he growled again, gaze locked on mine. The intensity of it stole my breath.

  I leaned back on the table and that only deepened his reach. So hard and thick, he filled up all the free space and I loved it. Rolling my hips and urging him on, I needed it all. “Yes, Jag. Oh, fuck yeah!”

  “You feel amazing.”

  “You feel better,” I told him back and squeezed.

  “Ah, fuck.” He reared up and palmed my tits, kneading and pinching my nipples while he fucked me hard and fast. It was too much, and I was feeling so much pleasure as my body began to overheat. The passion swirled around the room, crackling in the air between us like it was a second away from combusting.