Mayhem Madness: Reckless Bastards MC Series Books 1-7

by KB Winters

  My orgasm started at my toes, making my legs numb as it crawled up my body, but when the heat reached my pussy, all was lost. Pleasure swamped me, filled me with a heat as bright and hot as the sun. My body shook and shivered and then convulsed violently as I rode out my ecstasy on his thick, dark cock while Jag still sought his own.

  “Oh, Jag,” I cried out and he grinned.

  “I fucking love the way you say my name, babe.” His hands crawled up my thighs and his thumb stopped at my clit. “But I need to feel you come again while I fill you up. Come for me again, Vivi. All over my cock.”

  His words were just dirty enough to get me going again or maybe it was his talented thumb rubbing a tornado over my clit until I shot off one more time. The deep strokes came faster and faster and then he was roaring my name and filling me with his come.

  “Ah, Vivi! Fuck, Vivi!” He collapsed on top of me, panting. His big hard body felt good against mine, especially the way his cock twitched inside of me.

  “That was amazing.”

  “Yes, you are.”

  We dozed off curled around each other, stars still swirling behind my eyes.

  I was a coward, keeping my plan away from him until it was finalized. I trusted Jag, really, I did but I knew he would try to talk me out of it. The thing was, I was deathly afraid he just might do it.

  ***

  Today was the day Governor Blaise arrived in Las Vegas for his big shit political fundraiser. He’d arrived with a small contingent of staffers, including his chief of staff, junior press secretary and his sixteen-year-old sidepiece masquerading as a twenty-two-year-old staffer, Sabrina. Not to mention three bodyguards, which his wife always insisted on thanks to her family’s wealth.

  Armed with the information I got from Terry, combined with my own not-above-board research, I was ready to go head to head with this dirtbag. I sprawled out on Jag’s sofa watching Blaise and his crew smile for the cameras as the handsome and slimy owner of Siren Casino and Resort, Drake Foster greeted him, sharing Governor Dirt Bag’s big, shit-eating grin. From one scumbag to another.

  “Enjoy it while it lasts, motherfucker,” I chucked at my computer screen.

  Everything was all set. Friday was two days away, plenty of time to check and double check every phase of my plan. Then when Friday rolled around, I would do what I had to, and I’d leave Las Vegas for good. I didn’t want to leave, not really. Jag was incredible, even more than I dreamed back when we talked every single day. He wasn’t just a hot body and a good hacker; he was a good man. The best man. Kind and sweet, handsome and smart. He was damn near perfect.

  He had a family. The Reckless Bastards were his tribe and they, for the most part, hated my fucking guts. So I would do what I came here to do and help Jag’s club in the process. Then I would leave. I had no plan and no clue where I would go next. New York was ruined for me and I’d already put my apartment on the market. I was done with the east coast and thanks to Jag and his crew, I couldn’t be on the west coast either.

  Maybe I’d move to Big Sky country. I’d heard Wyoming was beautiful in the springtime.

  “You finally ready to talk?” Jag stood in the doorway between the living room and the kitchen looking delicious in nothing but a pair of burgundy boxers that hugged his thighs and his thick, semi-hard cock.

  I wasn’t ready to give him all the details, but he caught me off guard and distracted me with his beautiful body. “No, but a promise is a promise. I’m going to out Blaise.” I braced myself for his response because I knew he wouldn’t like it.

  His posture proved it. Arms crossed and a disapproving scowl on his face. “Vivi you can’t. Those girls are underage.”

  Question answered. “And that’s why I’m going to out him. He’s breaking the law, Jag, and that means it’s going to come out one way or the other. At least if I leak it then I can be sure the media will cover it.”

  I closed down my laptop, sick of seeing Blaise’s face smiling on every goddamn channel. “Oh, and it might save my life if that matters to you at all.” Why was I being so bitchy to him? I didn’t know but I had a feeling and I didn’t want to examine it too closely.

  “That’s not fair, you know I care. But are you even thinking of the girls?”

  I scoffed, disgusted at his view. “Oh please, these girls knowingly fucked a married man. I’m sorry Jag, but I’m not risking my life for young girls with daddy issues. Or an old fucking pervert. You know he’s using his political power to screw these girls over.” He sucked in a breath like one of the girls was his long-lost family and I knew this was going to be a problem.

  “That’s cold, Vivi. Even for you.”

  “It’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion, isn’t it?” It was also a good thing I’d already decided to leave Vegas or else I’d be really upset right about now.

  “There’s no other way?”

  I shook my head. “I looked, Jag, but going to the cops with the proof only helps if they do something about it. What if he’s got the cops in his pocket? No one will do anything. The only way to make sure he’s caught with his pants down is to make certain enough people know about his proclivities.”

  He gave me a disappointed look I’d been seeing on people’s faces who were supposed to care about me—my parents, social workers and even that one foster family before I ran away—my entire life. I hated that look. It pissed me off because I didn’t need anyone else to be disappointed in me. I did a good enough job of that all on my own.

  “Vivi, think about it. Please.”

  “I have thought about it. Day after day after day. And something needs to be done about it. He’s a freakin pervert!”

  There was nothing more to say, not about this. He’d made his opinion clear and I disagreed. We were at an impasse.

  Luckily it would be over on Friday, one way or the other.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jag

  Vivi was so goddamn stubborn. The woman could make the Pope lose his cool and I was far from his fucking holiness. I couldn’t believe she refused to listen to reason where those girls were concerned. They were kids for fuck’s sake and not in control of their actions.

  “How could a woman have such a callous attitude towards little girls? Can you believe it?”

  Lasso and Rocky stared at each other and then at me, their heads nodding in agreement.

  “Jag, it’s illegal. Those girls might have been all over Blaise, saying yes, yes, yes. Doesn’t matter. If they are underage, there’s no consent. Even if he didn’t coerce them. Read the law,” Rocky said, leaning forward and looking at me like maybe I didn’t understand the English language. “It’s no different than if that fifteen-year-old was dating a nineteen-year-old. Statutory rape. Hella illegal.”

  Lasso put a hand to his wife’s shoulder to calm her down. “Did Vivi find any evidence he coerced the girls?”

  “No. The opposite.” She found emails and love letters, explicit images of Blaise and his girl of the moment along with explicit text messages. “They wanted to be with him,” I admitted reluctantly. “But it doesn’t make them not victims. He’s a powerful man with a shit load of money. I think it’s called abuse of power or something.”

  “So what you’re saying is that she should protect their illegal secret at the risk of her own life? Don’t be stupid,” Rocky said in an unusually blunt way. “Maybe he promised them things if they sucked his dick. Sick bastard.”

  “Am I really being that stupid?”

  “Yes. As a former teenage girl myself, I can tell you that I rarely dated a guy my own age. Even he who shall never be named again was eight years older than me.” Ever since shit had gone down with her ex, Rocky refused to even mention the fucker’s name. It made me love her even more for my brother.

  I had a feeling that I was being worse than stupid. I was being ignorant. “Shit.” My stupidity could’ve cost Vivi. Big. “I guess it’s a good thing she basically told me to fuck off.”

  Rocky laughed, and
Lasso shook his head, looking happier than I’d ever seen the guy. “She’s definitely a firecracker,” she agreed and rubbed her swollen belly.

  The phone rang, and I picked it up automatically because shit had been so tense for such a long time that every ring could be an emergency. “Yeah?”

  “Get to the clubhouse. Now.”

  I ended the call. “That was Cross. Something’s up at the clubhouse.” Those were the only words either of us needed to hear to be on our feet and headed toward the door. Bikes revving, chrome glinting under the late afternoon sun and fifteen minutes later we were pulling up to the clubhouse.

  Everyone was outside, the guys and their girls plus a few Reckless Bitches. But what surprised me when Lasso and I drew closer was that there were half a dozen Roadkill MC members standing around with their chests puffed out. Looking like they were ready to start some shit.

  Lasso strolled into the center of the group “What’s going on?” He stood with his hands on his hips and a wide grin on his face. “Are the Roadkill boys here asking for coats for winter again,” he joked.

  A few Reckless Bastards laughed a little too hard, drawing glares from Roadkill. Their President, White Boy Craig, glared hard as he approached trying to intimidate a big fucker like Lasso who wasn’t intimidated by anyone. “Real fucking funny cowboy. We don’t need shit from you or your club.”

  Lasso grinned. “Then what the fuck are you doing here, reserving time for a fucking tea party?”

  “You think you’re real fucking funny, don’t you? How about I knock that smile off your face.”

  “How about you try it, dick breath?” Lasso stood taller, giving his five-inch-height difference more of an impact. “Or maybe you’re just trying to get close to me since you’re clearly missing your cellmate.”

  White Boy Craig laughed in a maniacal way that often happened before someone snapped but Lasso wasn’t concerned. “Fuck you, Lasso.”

  “See boys, he wants a taste of me. Is that why you and your pussies are here? Because we ain’t interested.”

  Craig snarled. “You know why we’re here. The money. Rizzoli told us you took it.”

  Lasso laughed. “And you believe that songbird?” He looked to Cross and pointed to White Boy Craig. “Can you believe this shit?” Craig pushed Lasso when his back was turned but the big country fucker smiled and turned, slamming his fist against Craig’s cheek with a deadly crack. “I ain’t one of your prison bitches. Touch me again and I will fucking end you.”

  Two Roadkill members got in Lasso’s face and the crazy bastard smiled. “Looks like my dance card is fillin’ up here!” He head butted one guy and knocked the other out cold with one fucking punch. That started the shit right up. Fists flew from all directions before the dumb shit Roadkill assholes realized they were on our home fucking turf.

  “You’re outnumbered,” I told White Boy Craig. “Stop this shit now before you end up dead.”

  “Is that a threat, punk?”

  I smiled and got in his face. Guys like him always thought they could bait me by calling me names. “It’s a promise, asshole. Look around. There are four of us, at least for every one of you. Stick around any longer and we’ll be cleaning your blood and brains out of the asphalt until next summer.”

  “Do that and the rest of my organization will rain hell down on this shitty MC.” For all his bravado, Craig’s words were spoken with less fire because the asshole knew he was only alive because we allowed him to live.

  Cross barked out a laugh. “How in hell can we be scared of a guy who doesn’t even know what his own VP is doing behind his back?” Oh, shit. Cross was intending to use Vivi’s info now, either to scare Craig or just to fuck with him.

  “You’re talking out your ass, Cross. My men are solid.” He pounded a fist against his chest and his crew did the same. Jackasses. “If you had the proof you’d present it.”

  Yeah, Craig had a point. I pulled out my phone and texted Vivi. We hadn’t talked much over the past couple of days since our argument, but I knew she wouldn’t punish the whole club because we were having a disagreement. When a full minute passed without a response I began to worry. Maybe I didn’t know Vivi the way I thought I did. Thoughts raced around my mind and every second she didn’t respond worried me.

  Was she ignoring me? Or had something happened to her?

  Vivi might have been a little crazy, but she was trustworthy. Four long minutes later White Boy Craig’s phone chimed and then the rest of them. He frowned at the phone, flipping through pages of shit that had me wondering just what Vivi had sent.

  “This is for real? Vigo’s workin’ with the fuckin’ Feds?”

  Cross nodded, his expression more solemn because more than any of the rest of us, he knew exactly what Craig was feeling now.

  Cross said cool as ice, “You need the fucking emails too?”

  “Naw, I got ’em,” he snarled and held up his phone. “Fuck, bank records too?”

  It was the first I heard of them and that made me wonder what Vivi had done.

  “You’re welcome.” Cross stood with his arms folded over his chest, a stoic expression on his face. He wasn’t offering a kindness to Craig, just giving him the information to prove what kind of leader he was. If Vigo made it out of this alive, we would decimate Roadkill MC in less than a year. If he did what he needed to do, White Boy Craig might live long enough to turn his shitty club around.

  Craig spit out, “This isn’t over.”

  Cross answered, “You’re goddamn right it ain’t over. You assholes torched our weed and fucked up our whorehouse. When you get your house in order White Boy, we’ll be ready for you. For now, get the fuck off my property.”

  We all stood and watched Roadkill MC hurry to their bikes, eager to get away from us but probably more eager to confront Vigo. Cross walked over to me and clapped me on the back. “Your girl came through for us.”

  I didn’t bother telling him that she hadn’t done a goddamn thing for the club.

  “Yeah,” was all I said in response. I needed to see Vivi. She was the only one I wanted to see right now.

  “I’m serious. Did you see that shit she sent? Not only did she drain all the accounts but one, she also made it look like he was getting regular payments from the FBI.”

  Cross flashed a shit eating grin, so proud of some shit he had nothing to do with.

  “He probably was,” I said, trying to keep my attitude in check.

  “She’s all right,” Gunnar agreed. And as every one of my brothers nodded with wide, shit eating grins, I felt nothing but disgust. “Yeah, well it would’ve been nice if you fuckers could have seen that before she saved your asses.”

  My gaze connected with Lasso, who flashed a sympathetic smile and nodded for me to go get my girl.

  I couldn’t fucking wait.

  Only when I got to the camper, Vivi wasn’t there.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Vivi

  I woke up early Friday morning mostly because I’d barely slept one fucking wink. Anxiety bubbled up in my belly all night making it hard to close my eyes, never mind to sleep. My mind raced with all the possibilities of what could go wrong. Foremost was that no one would believe it. Blaise and his followers had an impressive knack for ignoring facts that didn’t fit their preconceived beliefs.

  Luckily for me there would be just enough press at the event to matter.

  Hopefully.

  I took a quick shower, careful not to disturb Jag, although I was pretty sure he’d been awake for at least an hour based on his breathing. Either way he was giving me my space and I appreciated it. I didn’t want to spend my last few hours with Jag fighting and neither did he, so he didn’t ask me about my plans and I didn’t offer up anything.

  I tugged a blonde wig styled into a bob over my head, tucking in all the loose ends and popped in non-prescription blue contacts. A last glance in the mirror before I snuck out assured me I looked like a completely different person. Off to meet my accompli
ce.

  “Damn girl, you look muy caliente!” Rocky was a crazy ass chick who I would be sad to say goodbye to, which would be just a few minutes after she helped me get ready for the big overpriced political ass-kissing contest.

  “How are you so chipper this time of morning? I asked, my eyes popping at her cheery smile. “It’s unnatural.”

  She rubbed her belly, skin glowing like it was radioactive. “Morning? Is it morning? This little bugger has been doing backflips and half-time routines on my bladder since midnight. This is noon for me, which is why we’re stopping to grab some lunch.”

  Luckily this town never slept, not ever, which meant we could get anything from sushi to hamburgers or tacos any time. Day or night. “Wouldn’t that technically be breakfast?”

  “Ugh, fine. Brunch, then.” Rocky had a bit of a lead foot, so I kept a tight grip on the ‘oh shit’ bar as she rolled through a drive thru and placed her order. “You want anything?”

  I frowned at her. “That’s not for me, too?” My lips twitched and when her mouth turned down into a frown, I cracked. “No, I’m good. Too nervous to eat.”

  “You’ll be fine,” she said, handing me the bag of food while she took us back to her place. Lasso was still sleeping when we arrived, and we snuck into one of the guest rooms.

  “I’ve got everything all set,” she assured me. “I went to the hotel boutiques and got three different outfits, all perfect for a fair skinned…blonde?”

  “Yes, going with blonde today.”

  Rocky made quick work of two breakfast burgers, taking a break to look up at me in the second outfit, an emerald green shirt dress. “That looks great…but maybe a little too great. You look kind of hot.”

  “Okay.” I picked up the final outfit, a hot pink dress with a matching jacket. “This style will probably be worn by half the women in attendance, with some variety.” I stood with my hands on my hips as Rocky looked me over.