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

by Mellett, Manda

  Ink: Fucking right you are.

  Beth: Can’t wait. Oh, and go commando.

  I roll back on my bed, laughing like a loon.

  Ink: Babe, I’m not that easy.

  Beth: Yes, you are.

  I decide I can’t argue and leave it at that. Never laughed so hard at just a few line texts. Is that why brothers have hooked up with old ladies? Because not only do they make them feel good in bed, but they also brighten their lives out of it.

  Thinking of her predictably makes my cock perk up. I take myself in hand, realising it’s not just the pledge I’d made that’s keeping me away from the whores. It’s like Beth is the juiciest steak and I’ve no desire for cheap burgers anymore. Closing my eyes I summon up a vision of the only woman it seems that I want and soon I’m shooting my load, only just refraining from shouting her name out loud.

  Wednesday passes the same as any other day. I service a couple of cars, jealously eyeing the bikes Pyro’s working on, then scrub the oil off of my hands, shower, throw on a fresh tee shirt then walk into church.

  “Your dick working now?” Rusty calls out. “Heard you might have a problem.”

  “My dick’s fuckin’ fine,” I snarl back, sending a death stare toward Liz, but it only has the effect of causing him to double over with laughter.

  “Could have worded that better,” he splutters when he comes up for air.

  “Yeah, heard you have difficulty getting it up.” Mace grimaces in sympathy. “Might be your age, Leatherneck—”

  “I’m thirty for fuck’s sake, Ground Pounder.” I kick out my chair more violently than I intended, then have to reach down and pick it back up before I can sit. I decide fast, Liz is soon going to be taking his last breath.

  “So, what else could it be?” Bomber enquires, but he addresses his question to the rest of the table.

  Christ! Have my brothers nothing better to do but comment on the status of my dick? Which, as I told them, is working fine.

  If I admit I haven’t been using it as I’d made a promise to a particular woman, they’d never let me live it down. Briefly, I consider the idea of fucking Breezy later just to get the heat off me. I’d have no problem rising to the occasion, but I’d have Beth’s face at the forefront of my mind. Nah, I can wait a couple more days. Not fucking a whore just to prove a point to my brothers. My promise to Beth tops that.

  Comments are still flying around me. I tune them out, instead thinking of the end of the week and the possibilities. Friday we’ll fuck and Saturday, I’ll find out if she was serious about wanting to ride a bike. I’m smiling as I think of it, already knowing I’ll be proud as fuck if she ends up wanting her own.

  I’m even dreaming of her riding out beside me, when belatedly Demon, Beef and Wills walk in. The table settles down as they sit, and Demon picks up the gavel. The loud manner in which he bangs it brings my mind back to the meeting fast.

  “We got a problem,” Prez starts, getting to the serious shit immediately. Any remaining conversations come to an abrupt halt as all eyes focus on the man sitting at the head of the table.

  Mace gets out a packet of cigarettes and taking one out, lights up. Liz taps the table and gets the packet moving in his direction.

  As smoke rises, Demon begins to explain, “The group who went to Tits Up on Sunday didn’t see anything going on, but for two nights in a row now, we’ve had signs someone’s been dealing behind the strip club. Wills has chased them off, but he’s supposed to be managing the place and can’t have eyes on them all the time.”

  “Picked up nothing on the cameras.” Pal’s eyes crease. “I thought they’d gone.”

  “Nah,” Wills explains, “they set up at the end of one of the alleys, in a blind spot. I’ve taken to doing a walk around to check.”

  “Did you confront them?” Thunder asks.

  Wills shakes his head. “First night they saw me, they fucked off. Second night, all I found was a user staggering home having scored.”

  “Time?” Bomber asks.

  “Two a.m. by the time I managed to get out. Kinda got my hands full with the girls.”

  It shows how serious the situation is that no one quips a comment at his choice of words.

  “We need people there all night as back up,” Demon says. “Can’t expect Wills or Sparky to run the place and be fuckin’ night watchmen as well.”

  “We can put in more cameras,” Cad suggests. “Got a couple spare and can do it tonight.”

  “Damage may already be done. Wills has also found discarded needles in the fuckin’ bathroom.”

  Hellfire’s fist meets the table. “So, they come to Tits Up to score, then bring that shit into our club?”

  Wills nods. “That’s what it looks like. Can’t tell if it’s our regulars or visitors.”

  “Latter is more likely. Have you spoken to the bouncer?”

  “Sure have. Jake says there’s been a few new faces, but that’s not unusual. We get tourists coming in for a look around, and guys who may come once in awhile rather than often.”

  “We need to put a camera in the bathroom?” Pal asks.

  Beef raises his eyebrow at Cad. “Don’t feel comfortable with that. What’s the legal position, Cad?”

  I know Cad went into where he could place cameras when Pal and he started the security business, so I’m not surprised he has the answer at hand. “It would be frowned on as an invasion of privacy were we to simply install them, unless we suspected criminal activity going on, and drugs come under that category—more specifically drug dealing.”

  “I don’t mind what the assholes get up to,” Bomber puts in, “but it’s the needles that worry me. One of the cleaners or another customer could get stabbed by accident if they’re left lying around.”

  “That’s my issue. I wouldn’t want to think about the legal ramifications,” Wills says. “Another option is to have a Sharps bin, but that might only encourage them, and turn other people off the club.”

  “Hate fuckin’ hard drugs,” growls Hellfire. “Had a problem in this club at one time.”

  Rusty shakes his head. “That we did.” He snaps his fingers. “Brawn, wasn’t it? Nearly brought the fuckin’ club down when he had more loyalty to white powder than to us.”

  I’d heard the story as had everyone around the table. It’s been brought up as a cautionary tale should anyone ever be tempted by the easy money drug dealing brings. Too tempting for some not to sample the product, but sampling wasn’t enough for Brawn. He needed more and more and was caught stealing from the club trying to fund his habit. He’s out in the desert now, six feet of sand and rocks on top of him.

  Demon gives a sharp nod to his father. “We’ve got a reputation that we want to keep. No hard drugs on or near our club or our businesses. Weed, for sure, but nothing more.”

  “Part of the reason why Tits Up is such a success is because people know they won’t get hassled,” Rusty observes.

  “Keeping it that way is what we’re here to discuss, Brothers.” Demon takes back the floor.

  “Okay. We step up the brothers that support Will and Sparky. Stake out the alley and—”

  “I’m not fuckin’ staking out the heads.” My eyes have gone wide at the suggestion I thought Thunder was going to make.

  “Could be an education in dicks, Brother. Specially as you’ve got a problem with yours.”

  It’s only the wooden tabletop between us that stops me reaching over to throttle Lizard.

  Demon’s eyes come to me, a half-smirk half-question in them. Then he addresses Cad, “Can you get the cameras set up after church?”

  “Yeah. Club opens at eight, we’ll only need half an hour, tops.” Cad’s eyes meet Paladin’s who nods back.

  “Okay, we’ll make sure we’re finished in time.”

  “So, we catch the users. What about the dealers?”

  “We stake out the alley as Thunder suggested. Who’s up for a late night?”

  I raise my hand. Well, why not? If I’m pre
pared to give my life for the club, I can give it a few hours. Maybe tonight we’ll find out exactly who’s been stepping on our toes.

  Or maybe, as I find out later, it’s another bust and all I’m doing is standing around freezing my fucking ass off.

  “How you doing, Leatherneck?”

  “Probably about the same as you, Ground Pounder.” Mace is lighting up which he wouldn’t be if there was someone around, the burning orange tip would be a dead giveaway. Anyone who’s served would know not to be so careless. “No one fucking showed.”

  “Inside?” I jerk my head to the building behind me. Inside, men will be cosy and warm watching women divesting themselves of their clothes. Their dicks won’t be shrivelling because of the cold.

  He chuckles. “Pal’s probably got a new rep for having a weak bladder, he’s been to the gents that many times. But he’s seen nothing suspicious.”

  “I’ve seen nothing at fuckin’ all. Not even buyers looking to score.”

  “Which suggests they know the exact times when the dealer is around. Which isn’t tonight, Brother.” He stubs out his cigarette on his boot and pockets the end. Then he rubs his hands together. “Any idea when we’re going to be stood down? Would prefer it to be before my junk freezes and drops off.”

  I shrug in reply, not having the answer. But like him, I’m hoping it’s soon.

  Chapter Twelve

  Beth

  “Do you know where I put my…”

  Mom’s standing twirling my car keys around her fingers, she’s grinning widely.

  “Thanks.” I reach over and take them, giving her a peck on the cheek. “What would I do without you?”

  She’s shaking her head. “You know Beth? I don’t know.”

  “That’s what moms are for.”

  She laughs exasperatedly, then asks, “I presume you won’t be back tonight?”

  Pointedly tilting my head toward the window, I roll my eyes. “Now, do you really want me driving home in that?”

  “If you stayed home, you’d be even safer,” she observes, but her lips are curved, and I know she’s just giving me shit for the hell of it.

  Since the unexpected text on Tuesday, I’ve had plenty more. Ink’s been keeping in touch which had surprised me. Not long messages, and not too many of them, but that I’d had any had given me a warm feeling inside.

  Today’s had been about changing our arrangements. It’s Friday night and he was supposed to come and collect me on his bike—the one which he’d told me he’s now modified with a double seat—but the storm that had been predicted for days has at last arrived with a vengeance, meaning there was no way it was safe for him to bring his motorcycle. Instead, I’d suggested I drive to the club, where I suspect, and hope, I’ll be staying overnight. That well-equipped room of Ink’s, hmm, I’ve been looking forward to revisiting that.

  I’m also looking forward to catching up with Vi, Steph and Jay again. Though Mel, when I’d told her I was coming to the club, had warned me about their weekend parties.

  “Sure, Mel, I know about the club girls, remember?”

  “I’m not just talking about them, Beth,” she’d told me in a serious tone that warned me I should take note. “You went to Demon’s party where outsiders weren’t allowed. Normally it’s far worse. Girls from town come along trying to snag a biker. And there’ll be different men there as well, hangarounds thinking of becoming a prospect, or those who just like the atmosphere of the club.”

  I’d shrugged. Ink will be there, and if he’s anywhere near as possessive as last time, I pity the man who tries to talk to me, let alone do anything else. I can do this.

  But it was easier when I just thought it was the bikers who I’ve already met and the women who are friendly. I push the introvert inside me back down, while wishing that Ink had been able to come to collect me so I didn’t have to walk into a room full of strangers on my own. He had offered, but it seemed a waste of time to drag him out and make him drive a hated cage.

  Unconsciously straightening my shoulders, I smile one last time at my mom, then start to walk toward the front door, when suddenly I remember and swing back, snapping my fingers. “Mom, I nearly forgot.” I’d been so wrapped up thinking about Ink, everything else had gone out of my mind. “Has Connor been in touch about coming around again?”

  Mom sighs deeply then shakes her head. “Not yet. But he never does. He just turns up.”

  “He said he might pop in this weekend. I’ll try to be here in case he does. I’ll be back tomorrow by lunchtime.” I don’t like the thought of her being alone with him. I can’t forget how last week things had gotten pretty heated. I’d been afraid for my mom.

  I acknowledge her grateful nod, then I’m tugging my coat around me and bracing myself to step outside. Immediately, I feel snowflakes settle on my face and find I’m battling a wind that seems intent on preventing me reaching my vehicle.

  Once sheltered inside my car, I turn on the engine and wait for it to start warming up, noticing the snow hasn’t been falling long, and the hot air blowing on the windshield means my wipers can cope with what’s settled as it hasn’t yet turned to ice. Thank goodness. I don’t want to have to get out again and scrape.

  I drive out onto the road carefully, but it’s been gritted and what snow is landing is currently melting fast. When the temperature falls further, it will probably freeze, the volume of snow predicted might well settle despite the salt. Hopefully, the roads will have been cleared by the time I drive home tomorrow.

  I don’t mind wintry conditions, I’ve lived in Colorado all my life. As long as you’re careful and try and avoid lunatics driving too fast or as if they were on a summer-dry road, most times you'll be safe.

  It’s fairly quiet, no idiots are out tonight, so I arrive at the compound unscathed. Beaver slides open the gate, stomping his feet and blowing on his hands.

  “Hi, Beth. Park around the back.”

  I know where to go from last week when I came to the party with Mel.

  Today there are more cars. I recognise Mel’s, she and Pyro will have brought that, and there’s a few more that I’ve not seen before. I realise I hadn’t seen any bikes parked out front, but they’re probably garaged or something for the night.

  Once I’ve pulled up the handbrake and switched the engine off, I gather my things together, mentally ticking them off. My overnight bag and my purse I pull to me, then take a moment to check my phone and wallet are safely secured in the zip compartment. Realising I’m delaying getting out of the car, at last I open the door and step out. I rationalise my hesitation was because I didn’t want to subject myself to the elements as snow is coming down more heavily, but truthfully, it’s because I’m feeling nervous. Mel’s warning echoes in my head and I’m uncertain what I’ll be walking into. Find Ink first.

  Taking a deep breath, I turn to face the clubhouse. At least it should be fairly easy for me to spot Ink inside. I wonder how Mel manages, perhaps with the exception of Theo, everyone is taller than her.

  But I needn’t have worried. Immediately after I take my first step forward, I spy Ink, leaning casually back against the exterior wall, paying no attention to the weather conditions, simply wearing a long-sleeved tee, cut and jeans.

  I quicken my pace, suddenly wondering how long he’d been there, not wanting him to become frozen to the spot due to my dallying.

  “Aren’t you cold?” I again pull my jacket tight around me and shiver.

  “Cold? Nah. Not with the promise of you to raise my temperature.” He smirks.

  “Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I feel my lips curve.

  “Sure of you,” he responds.

  Then he puts his arm around me. “You’re shivering, let’s get you inside where I can warm you up.”

  When he opens the back door and stands aside to let me precede him in, Jeannie immediately calls out, “Shut that damn door!”

  “For fuck’s sake, Jeannie. Got to open it to let someone in. Whatcha expect her to d
o, fly down the chimney?”

  “Ain’t got no chimneys,” observes Pyro through a mouthful of crumbs. I guess Mel’s been cooking again.

  “What about a window?” suggests Lizard.

  “Still lets the fuckin’ cold in,” observes Judge, rolling his eyes.

  “Yeah, but it’s a smaller area, wouldn’t be so bad.” Liz doesn’t let the inane conversation drop.

  Jeannie waves a dish towel. “Will you lot get out of my kitchen? You drive me insane.” But the grinning glance she sends my way shows she’s joking.

  “Beth!” Mel comes in, and bats at Pyro’s hand, and fast directs her attention to her husband instead of me. “You’ve already had a tub of cookies at home. Will you leave some for the others?”

  Unrepentant he rubs his stomach. “I’m eating for two.”

  “It’s Mel who’s fuckin’ pregnant,” Ink interrupts with a disbelieving shake of his head.

  “Yeah, but I’ve got sympathy pangs.”

  “Are they a thing?” asks Judge, giving him a serious look.

  Mel rolls her eyes. “With Pyro it would seem so. The amount he’s putting away, his stomach will probably grow as large as mine is going to get.” She lays her hand on his abdomen and looks up at him with an impudent smile. “He’ll have such a pot belly he won’t be able to ride.”

  “Have to leave the club. No bike, no patch.” Thunder walks in, having overheard. “Best leave those cookies alone, Brother.” The real reason why he’s suggested Pyro refrain becomes clear when he reaches over, picks up the tub, and starts to carry it out. As he passes Pyro, he jerks his chin at him. “Just saving you from yourself. You can thank me later.”

  “What’s it like out there?” Jeannie addresses her question to Mel.

  “Like a Friday night.”

  That seems to be all the information the older woman needs as her face tightens with distaste. I’m, however, none the wiser.

  “Is Vi, Steph or Jay around?” I’d been looking forward to catching up.

  “Nah,” Liz supplies. “As the weather is bad, Vi’s gone home with the prez, the VP’s taken Steph back to their house, and Jay and Pal are having their own private party upstairs.”