Satan’s Devils MC -Colorado Box Set: Books 4-6

by Mellett, Manda

  “Whoa, hold up there, Hell,” Demon begins, “it was a club vote. If everyone hadn’t said ‘aye’, he wouldn’t have gotten his patch.” His eyes scan each one of us. “There are no fingers to be pointed. We all had concerns that he came back after that beating he took, but our only thought was that he might want revenge. Even the vague suspicions we might have had weren’t close to the mark. The question is, how the fuck could he have fooled us like that?”

  Lizard holds up his hand. “I saw something on TV once. These cops who go undercover have to become the person they’re pretending to be. Living a lie becomes living the truth. If he’d been part of an MC before, he’d have known exactly what behaviour we’d expect.”

  I nod. I’m wondering whether Keys will get anything back about that. He’s promised to keep in touch should we get proof this wasn’t the first time he’d been undercover in a similar role. Of course, he’s liaising with Cad and their counterparts in other chapters. If there’s something to be found, one of them will find it.

  “He played his part well,” confirms Ink. “Not a model prospect by a long shot, but we’d have been more suspicious of him if he was. I, personally, don’t think he’d been with another club. Didn’t come over that way. I think they put in a fresh face new to this particular type of job. Any prior knowledge or experience of a club would have made us look more closely at him.” He pauses, then continues, “Fuckin’ good at undercover operations though. I never suspected a thing.”

  “Does it matter?” I ask them. “What we’ve got to deal with is now and not then.”

  Prez interrupts, “It’s relevant if there were things we should have spotted and missed. Don’t want to be in this position again. Cad, have you completed those second background checks on Beaver and Karl?”

  “Yeah, Prez. Turned nothing up. Been talking to Mouse, Keys and Hard Token about putting in a process to vet prospects and hangarounds better, sharing info between chapters. Trouble is, we’re dealing with the cops. They can concoct and support any background process so it would stand scrutiny.”

  “So, we remain at risk?” Prez pinches the bridge of his nose. “Better keep our businesses clean then.”

  “Stop prospects burying bodies?”

  “Fuck no,” groans Thunder. “I don’t want to go back to the heavy work.”

  “We’re small fry.” Beef’s brow has deep lines etched on it. “Even if we were into illegal shit in a big way, taking down the Satan’s Devils MC isn’t going to make big headlines.”

  “What are you thinking, Beef?”

  “Prez, I’ve just been mulling over the conversation we’ve already had. That the Wretched Soulz might have been his target, or maybe even the Mafia by way of the Silvestris.”

  “Got any further than what we already discussed?”

  “Not really,” Beef sighs. “But it could have been what he hoped to find out. Talk about our associates that wasn’t discussed openly at church. We know there’s no one else here, but what about the Wretched Soulz? Could he have been part of a larger operation?”

  “Fuck.” Prez’s quiet for a moment. “I’ve already told them about Skull, but not to look inside their own houses. Guess I’m going to have to have another chat.”

  “RIP cool?” Hellfire asks.

  Demon shrugs. “Hard to read him. Making the admission we’d patched in an undercover cop wasn’t easy. He was taking it back to the table. Guess I’ll get an update when I next speak to him.”

  He lowers his head into his hands after speaking and takes a deep breath. Fuck, I don’t envy him having those conversations. I’d heard the one with Drummer hadn’t been as bad as he’d feared and focused more on future prevention. But as for RIP? This is the second time in a year we’ve gone up against the Wretched Soulz, when normally we co-exist without often crossing paths. But an MC can’t afford to upset the dominant. There’s a chance it could risk losing our charter if they think we’ve been careless. A few glances are being exchanged around the table. The Soulz approve our rules and regs including the vetting of prospects. Could they blame us for letting Skull in? That Demon’s thinking along the same lines is confirmed when he next opens his mouth.

  “I promised to give Drummer the head’s up if anything further goes south. Let’s hope it doesn’t. Getting back to what we can deal with. Skull.” Prez brings the meeting back on track. “What’s the plan?” He looks at me.

  “Plan is when Mel’s feeling mentally stronger, she’ll bring a case against him. Her dad’s doing the groundwork now. Trouble is, once he submits the disposition, it’s pretty clear they’ll want to interrogate her.”

  “She ever going to be strong enough for that?”

  “You fuckin’ bet,” I growl. “My old lady’s got inner strength. Just got to give it some time to come back.”

  “How is she doing, Ro?” Hellfire’s voice oozes sympathy.

  “She has good days and bad days.”

  Ink’s eyes half close. “She going to come back around?”

  The old ladies have been visiting her, but she’s not yet been to the club. “I hope so.” It’s the best I can offer for now. “Vi’s helping, Demon. I think in her downtimes Mel’s worried that you might think she was a spy.”

  “Never,” he growls. “She was innocent. But note that, Pyro. The fact she feels awkward now, all part of the case against the motherfucker.”

  “Can’t see how he can keep his job,” Mace observes. “I hope once he’s not wearing a badge, you’ll take the restraints off us.”

  I nod, though it’s Demon’s call. I’ve had more than one conversation with the enforcer about finding Skull and showing him extreme prejudice.

  Mace shakes his head. “Could save a fuck ton of money if we find him and take him out without the legal shit.”

  “He’s disappeared, Mace,” I remind him. “Only way to dig him up is to get him to appear in court, and any damage to him then would shine a light straight on us. And anyway, we’re not spending money. Mel’s attorney is providing his services for free.”

  “Which means she’s got the best.”

  Her dad certainly has a vested interest in getting justice for his daughter.

  “Keep us posted, okay? Updates every church.” Again, Demon pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m actually siding with Mace. If Skull turns up prior to going to court, if it’s safe, we’ll revisit a permanent solution then. No guarantee the cops won’t close ranks and he’ll get away and walk free.”

  “But only if we can guarantee Satan’s Devil’s come away clean,” our VP warns. “Skull’s damaged the club enough, don’t want to add seeing men behind bars for the crime he’s done.”

  Everyone nods in agreement. But I reckon, like me, they’re already making plans.

  Although Skull had been the main topic, Prez moves on to the normal business of the club. I contribute where necessary, finding a comfort in returning to the men I’ve ridden beside for so long. I smile when, as I expect, Liz says something inappropriate, in return receiving glares from the top of the table. Cad stays serious, offering good observations. Thunder is all for action, and Mace thoughtful. I know and can predict how most people around this table will react in any given situation.

  Brothers in Vegas were Devils and had done what they could to make me feel welcome and one of them. But it’s this crew I’m pleased to return to, and this chair my rightful place.

  At last Demon closes the meeting. I immediately stand, taking my bike key out of my cut.

  “You sticking around for a beer, Ro?”

  “Nah, Sparky. I’ve got to get back to Mel.”

  I waste no time making the short journey between the club and where she lives. I let myself into her house with the key she’d given to me, growing tense at the sound of weeping. I follow it into the living room. She’s sitting on the couch, an open book beside her. Hurrying across, I move the volume to one side, quickly glancing down to see what it is, and pull her into my arms.

  It’s the fuck
ing baby book Vi had given her. Why is she torturing herself?

  I simply hold her until her tears begin to dry up. It’s only when she’s grown calmer that she tells me what in particular has got her so upset.

  “I was reading about miscarriage, Ro. Trying to work out why it happened.”

  “Oh darlin’.”

  “I wouldn’t want it to happen again, so I was trying to see what caused it.”

  “We know why,” I tell her, forcibly. “We know who’s fuckin’ fault it was. And if the doctors couldn’t give you answers, Mel, you’re not going to find one from reading a fuckin’ book.”

  “I want to move.” Her sudden change of subject takes me a moment to catch up. “I’ve been looking at places…”

  “I’m more than happy to look for a new place with you. It’s something we should be doing together.”

  I hate the thought she’s thinking of herself and a lonely future. “I want you darlin’, that’s not changed. I know we haven’t discussed me claimin’ you further, but there’s nothing I want more.”

  “I’m not ready for sex.”

  “Not what I’m pushing for Mel. It will happen when it happens, you’ve got to get fit and clear your head. The right time will come along, no need to hurry it.”

  She sits and turns so she’s facing me. Looks down at her hands, then up into my face. “I think I want children, Ro.”

  That’s an easy statement to respond to. “So do I. Sweetheart, I didn’t give a damn who fathered that baby we lost. He was already mine. Can we replace him? Nah, never. He’ll always be a part of our lives even though he was never born. Can we have another little person? Yeah, we can.”

  “What if I miscarry again?”

  I take a breath, trying to choose my words carefully. I should have realised that was the root of her problem. On top of the grief of what’s she’s lost, she’s worried she’ll never carry a baby to term. “Unlikely. I’m convinced it was circumstances, and nothing wrong with you. But if you do, we’ll deal, okay? It’s up to you whether you want to take the risk again.”

  “What if I don’t?” she asks, contradicting her earlier statement. “You’ve just said you want a family…”

  “I want you, Mel. If you don’t want to put yourself through that again, then maybe we can adopt.”

  She’s quiet, thoughtful. “I’d like to try to give you a child.”

  “You will,” I say confidently.

  “Soon?”

  If you fall off a horse you’re supposed to get back on it again. Does the same apply to being pregnant? I run the idea through my head. The answer’s not hard to find, I’d spent the last few months preparing to be a dad. “When the doctor gives you the all clear and we finally go to bed, I won’t use condoms if that’s what you want.” And fuck, I’ll have to hope I’m not firing blanks. Always did everything I could to prevent getting a woman pregnant before, never thought until now that there’s a possibility I can’t.

  “Oh, Pyro,” she sighs, and gives me a small smile. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve a man like you. You’ve stuck by me, and it’s been nothing but hell, but you’ve been there, every step of the way.” I go to speak but she stops me, saying the words I haven’t heard since Skull raised his ugly head. “I love you, Pyro.”

  “Darlin’,” I begin, then grin. “Can’t say what you did to deserve me, but it must have been fuckin’ bad. But nothing’s changed the way that I feel, I love you too.”

  I’d love to show her how much, but for now, I’ll make do with just holding her instead.

  That we’d reached the stage where grief has lessened to the point where we’re once again in a place to say and hear our mutual declarations of what we feel for each other, seemed to have been a turning point. Sure, she still has bouts of misery, times when the tears would begin to fall, but they become less often. She starts talking of a future again, rather than analysing the past.

  The first weekend she ventures to the clubhouse, Mel breaks down when she sees Vi cuddling Theo and is consoled by the understanding of her friend. Within moments there’s a group hug going on when they’re joined by Jay and Steph. All four women weeping together, as sorrow is shared.

  It’s also there, in the clubroom, that for the first time since the miscarriage, I hear her laugh.

  She’s cleared to return to work. Whether that has helped put her on more solid ground, I’m not sure. Maybe having a routine once again balances her out, I couldn’t know. But when I walk in one day, I hear her on the phone.

  “I’ll ask Pyro to bring me up Friday evening. That way we can get a start on Saturday morning.” She catches sight of me and smiles. “Yeah, looking forward to it, Mom. See you soon. Love you.”

  She looks at me, her lips curving upward once again, her cheeks a little pink.

  “I take it we’re going to Denver.”

  “Do you mind?”

  “Mel, I’m over the fuckin’ moon if you think you feel strong enough to get this shit started.”

  She stands, walking over to me with her hands outstretched. It’s natural to take hold of them and pull her into my arms. When I lean down to place my lips to her forehead, she’s staring up, her eyes hooded, her lips slightly parted.

  Taking a chance, I lower my mouth to hers.

  She opens for me.

  It’s not a kiss full of unbridled passion, but it’s the first we’ve shared in weeks. I enjoy the moment, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, melding my lips to hers. I don’t push it, and don’t indicate I want more. After a moment I pull back.

  “Now that was a nice welcome home.”

  “I’m sorry,” she starts, but I stop her.

  “Darlin’, it will happen when you’re ready. I’m not pushing you now.”

  Little steps.

  We might not yet be at the place where we can make love, but we’re basically living together. It wasn’t even a conscious decision. Since we’ve come back from Vegas, I’ve stayed in her house, she didn’t invite and I didn’t ask her. Was going to object if she had any other ideas, I couldn’t stand going one night without holding her, without hanging on to the person who represents everything good in my life.

  I’m conscious that while she has a permanent place in my arms, we haven’t ever been intimate. Am I feeling the pressure of what will be our first time? Like fuck I am. My cock wants me to press her, my head tells me to hold back, convinced that things will happen in their own good time. Nothing forced can ever be right.

  But damn, all this waiting. Being so close to her, my cock’s had to get extremely friendly with my hand.

  It’s Thursday evening, the last night before we head up to Denver tomorrow after work. I’m sitting with a tablet on my lap looking at parts for a Harley a customer has asked me to customize. He’s given me his budget which isn’t a lot, so I’m trying to work out something within it that he might like. She’s sitting next to me reading one of those books she loves.

  Casting a glance sideways, I see her cheeks flushing. I nudge her arm. “Good part?”

  “What?” she jumps guiltily, as if she’d forgotten I was there.

  I chuckle. “Darlin’, I reckon you’ve just got to a dirty bit.”

  I think if it had been a paperback she’d have snapped it shut. “I don’t know what you mean,” she says primly, closing its cover and putting her e-reader down by her side. “What are you doing?”

  “Uh uh. Someone’s changing the subject.”

  “No, I was getting bored reading.”

  I laugh louder. “If the way you’re blushing is you getting bored, I’m looking forward to seeing you excited.”

  She wriggles a bit closer, her eyes finding mine. “Well, you did promise to make me scream.”

  “And scream louder.” But I don’t make a comparison or say his name.

  “Could be time you showed me, Ro,” she suggests, a little mischievously, with a twinkle in her eye.

  “Yeah?” My tablet’s placed down in under a second an
d I’m on the floor on my knees in front of her, running my hands up her thighs. “I must remember to thank that author.”

  “Ro!” she exclaims, but grins.

  “Hmm.” Leaning forward, I take her lips, pressing my mouth down hard. As she opens and my tongue sweeps inside, I leave her in no doubt how much I want her. My cock’s gone from zero to full mast in seconds. This is our first time, I remember. Huh. I start to feel nervous now.

  But all I can do is show her my kind of loving and hope that it works. My hands are actually shaking as I ask, “Can I take off your shirt?”

  She’s anxious as well, I can see it in her face.

  “Seen you naked before Darlin’, then wasn’t the time, but nothing I saw put me off in the slightest.”

  My reminder of that day in the shower makes her face fall, but then the realisation that I’m still here together with my reassurance, makes her brave. Sitting forward she pulls off her tee in the way women do, crossing her arms over, grabbing hold of the hem and slipping it off over her head.

  Her bra is functional, and I make a note to buy her some expensive satin and lace, she deserves to feel as pretty as I think she is. But plain though it might be, just the sight is enough to arouse me further, and I can’t wait to loosen my jeans.

  I try to stop my hands trembling but can’t as I reach for the front clasp of her bra, a questioning look in my eyes. A brief second of hesitation, which I think is more down to her being uncertain of my reaction, rather than her having second thoughts now, and then she gives a sharp nod of capitulation.

  I fumble but manage to get the fastening undone, then reveal perfection to my eyes. Generous tits that are certainly more than a handful even for my big hands. Brownish areole surrounding already erect nipples.

  “Fuck, Mel, you’re perfect. Did I tell you I was a tits man?”

  I don’t waste a second before leaning forward, taking one into my mouth and sucking on it, then doing the same to the other. Her breasts cushion my face, I could suffocate here and die a happy man.

  I plump, knead, suck and nibble, cataloguing all her sounds, what she likes, what doesn’t affect her, mapping out her pleasure as I take mine.