Broken Wings

by Sweet, Izzy

  They said any of the guys can be with them, and he’s Pres. They won’t refuse him.

  What if he still turns to them?

  What if he picks one of them when he wants someone to ride on the back of his bike?

  What if he hooks up with one of them simply because he wants to fuck them?

  Shot glass still in my hand, I down it, knowing when all this alcohol hits me I’m probably going to be completely shitfaced.

  But better to be shitfaced than sober and unhappy, right?

  This whole fucking sweetbutt thing just sealed the deal and snapped our thread.

  Coy and I are not going to fucking work.

  I can’t be with him if he’s also going to be fucking other girls.

  Roxy grins as I finally put my empty shot glass down and motion for her to refill it. “Now that that’s out of the way, how about we have some fun, girls? After all, this is Allie’s welcome home party!”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Coy

  Whitey comes up to me as I line up a shot to sink the eight ball in the corner pocket. “Coy.”

  Looking up into what should be a happy, grinning face, I see that his eyes are filled with anger. Handing my pool cue over to Poster Boy, I give him a warning look to not fuck up my shot.

  “What’s goin’ on, Whitey?” I ask.

  “Not here,” he says and motions toward the doors of Church.

  “This serious?” I ask as I follow him.

  “Yeah, Pres,” his deep rumble comes out over the music and laughter of the party. “Deadly.”

  Looking back, I motion for Grem to follow us, and chuckle as Poster Boy gets a second pool cue handed to him. Fucker’s gonna have to play for Grem and me.

  I wonder who Poster will pick to win.

  Working our way through the party, everyone’s having a good time thankfully. We need it. The upcoming days are going to be tough as hell.

  Soon as we get inside Church, I watch as Whitey kicks an innocent garbage can across the room, scattering dirt and shit everywhere.

  “What the fuck?” I snap at Whitey.

  He’s one of the cooler heads of the club. He doesn’t lose his shit without reason, and him makin’ a mess in Church like this, he better have a real fucking good one.

  “We’ve found the fucker who killed Snowbird,” he growls out as he plops himself down in a chair.

  Taking the chair next to him, I motion for Grem to close the Church doors.

  “What aren’t you saying?” I ask.

  “It’s fucking Diamond,” he grunts quietly.

  “Oh,” I say with a frown.

  “Fucking Diamond?” Grem asks.

  “Yeah,” Whitey says and rubs his eyes. “A fucking VP did that shit.”

  “You positive?” I ask.

  “As much as I can be. I got inside information from a snitch. One of their enforcers, Brian, got word to me,” Whitey says.

  “A fucking snitch?” I grumble out.

  I fucking hate snitches, nothing ever good comes from being a snitch. There’s a fucking reason for the saying snitches wind up in ditches.

  “How reliable is he?” Grem asks.

  “I knew his daddy back before the Scorpions came into power,” Whitey says. “He and his old man joined up at the same time. His daddy passed some time back.”

  “Why’s he comin’ to us with this?” I ask.

  “Cause he overheard Diamond braggin’ ‘bout what he did,” Whitey says. “He wants out of the Scorpions right now, and figures this is his ticket to us.”

  “Whitey,” Grem says quietly. “That ain’t our way.”

  “I know it, Gremmy, I know it. But we need the information and he’s gonna get us close enough to Diamond to grab his ass,” Whitey says with a shrug.

  “We kill a VP, this is full out war, not some small skirmish,” I say to them both.

  Rubbing my eyes, I can only imagine the fallout from something like this.

  “Yeah, an officer is targeting. They ain’t gonna hold back on us,” Grem says.

  “Pres, you and the family are gonna need to hole up somewhere,” Whitey says.

  “We’ll use Allie’s old house. Keep a protection detail out there soon as we get it fixed up,” I say with a shrug.

  “How are the guns lookin’?” Whitey asks Grem.

  “Good. Garden City did us real good,” Grem says with a grin.

  “Where you got Jude stashed at?” I ask, just now realizing I haven’t seen him since he got in town.

  “He’s was on a trip up to Columbus for a job. He’s supposed to be back sometime tonight. Talked him into comin’ to the party,” Grem says with a smile.

  “That should be interesting…” I say with a chuckle.

  “Alright, you wanna call a Church for this, Pres?” Whitey asks.

  That’s the fucking rub, we need this done now.

  “What’s the time frame lookin’ like with Diamond and Brian?” I ask.

  “Brian’s fuckin’ freakin’, he wants it done now. Diamond’s been getting crazier, and we’re not sure when we can get him if we don’t do it tonight,” Whitey says. “Brain’s got him out tonight at a bar. That’s why he wants it done now.”

  “Fuck,” I growl out.

  “Yeah,” Whitey says. “We need the men to do it, too.”

  “Grem, I want you and Poster on this. If Jude can get here soon enough, see if we can enlist him. He’d be an unknown face we can use,” I say after a few moments.

  Nodding his head, Grem reaches down to rub on his gremlin bell. “Got it. We’ll use Jude as a face inside to spot and wait,” Grem says.

  A loud knock on the door shakes us out of thoughtful silence.

  Poster Boy shouts, “Hey, Pres! You need to get out here!”

  Nodding to the two men, I say, “We good?”

  “Yeah, I’m gonna get it rollin’ now. Gonna call Jude and see where his ass is,” Grem says as he stands up and walks to the door to open it.

  Looking to Whitey, I search his face for a second. “You good with what’s going to happen?”

  Sticking his fist out, he nods his head. “Ain’t gonna shed a tear.”

  Knocking fists, I say, “Good.”

  Standing up from the table, I hear Halestorm blaring from out in the bar and a girl bellowing, “Hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church!”

  “Motherfucker,” I snarl when I figure out it’s accompanied by hoots and hollers.

  Jogging to the door, I see Poster Boy looking at me with a smirk. Lifting his arm, he points to the bar top, and I see a tight-ass in jeans stomping and fuckin’ shakin’ her whole body.

  Right up there where everyone can fucking see her, Allie is dancing with a couple of the sweetbutts. Her ass is wiggling back and forth with the best of them.

  My fucking Allie dancing on the fuckin’ bar. My fucking Allie showing her ass to the fuckin’ club.

  That’s my fucking ass.

  For the first few seconds, my feet are fucking rooted to the fucking spot. How the fuck could she think I’d be happy with her doin’ something like this? Don’t she know she’s my fucking ol’ lady?

  Her damn ass belongs to me!

  “Motherfucker!” I snarl again as I shove my way past a laughing Grem and a stoic Poster Boy. I bet he’d be laughing too if he didn’t think I’d tear his fucking throat out.

  I’m going to fucking kill her. I’m going to strangle her damn ass and keep it chained to my fucking bed from here till eternity.

  “She’s gonna be eating out of a fuckin’ dog bowl,” I growl as I push Hammy the fuck out of my way.

  At least that big motherfucker was tryin’ to keep shit fucking calm and was tryin’ to get her down.

  “Sorry, Pres. She just hopped up and slapped my head when I tried to talk her into gettin’ down!” Hammy yells into my ear as I push people out of my way.

  “Get the sweetbutts off the fucking bar!” I yell to him before I finally make my way up to stand directly in front of
Allie.

  She’s all fucking smiles and stomping on the bar as she wiggles those damn hips. The hips I was gripping last night as I fucked her from behind.

  Crossing my arms, I decide I’m gonna let this shit play out. Hammy’s already swept two girls off the bar and has one on each shoulder. They aren’t making it easy on him until he turns his back to me and they get a good look at me.

  Peaches squeaks, “Oh shit!”

  I look back up to Allie to see she finally realizes she’s the only one up there as the others have already noticed how pissed the fuck off I am.

  Glancing down into my face, Allie’s eyes turn huge as her sexy red lips make a little O. She knows she ain’t in the best of places right now.

  I’m fucking pissed as shit, and now my fucking cock aches so fucking bad I’m about to scream.

  “Get the fuck down here you feral cat!” I shout up at her.

  “Um, no thanks?” she says loud enough for me to hear.

  Reaching up and grabbing her hand, I yank her off the bar before she even has a chance to figure out what I’m doing.

  Throwing her sexy ass over my shoulder, I turn to find Hammy standing there with two chicks still over his shoulders, looking at me for direction.

  Rolling my eyes, I ask him, “What the fuck are you doin’?”

  “What do you want me to do with them, Pres?” he asks.

  I’d probably palm my face if I didn’t already have my ol’ lady thrown over my shoulder.

  “Take ‘em to a back room and fuck ‘em for all I give I shit,” I say before pushing past him.

  Fucking goddamn assholes are still standing in my way before I hear Poster Boy shout at everyone to get the fuck out of my way.

  Good fuckin’ thing, I was wonderin’ what his ass was doin’.

  Stomping back to the rooms for the officers and guys of the club, I feel Allie start punching me in the back as her sexy ass legs start kicking against my front.

  Shit like this won’t do one fucking bit.

  I slap my hand roughly across her ass and hear her squeal out quite a few naughty words.

  “You motherfucking asshole!” she shouts before renewing her kicking. “Put me down, dammit!”

  “Fuck no!” I yell right back as I storm down the hallway. I’m not dumb enough to put this little hellcat down.

  “I’m just doing what you told me to do! You told me to have fun!” she bitches at me as I push my bedroom door open and kick it shut.

  Marching over to the bed, I drop her ass squarely in the middle of it. I’d keep her over my shoulder like a fussin’ baby if I didn’t think one of her kicks would get me in the nuts.

  “I told you to have fun, dammit. Not get on a bar and shake your ass for the whole club,” I say quietly, trying to quell the inner rage that threatens to fly out of me.

  “Fuck you, Coy! I was having fun! If you want to have fun in this bed, go find a fucking sweetbutt!” she shouts as she springs off the bed toward me.

  “What the fuck are you talking about?” I shout back.

  Fuck, I was trying to keep my damn temper in check.

  “You and all your fucking girls out there! How many of them did you fuck, Coy? One, two, three? All of them?” she asks and there’s hurt in her eyes.

  Fuck.

  “Allie, we were fucking done with. You died for all I fucking knew in the damn hospital,” I say to her.

  Yeah, I fucked a damn few, but it wasn’t like that. I had no emotions or feelings for them. I had no desires for them. The fucking was me relieving pressure.

  Relieving all the pain and fucking distance I had to put between me and my heart.

  “I didn’t die!” she shouts, and I can tell she regrets saying that the moment it comes out of her mouth.

  “You did for me,” I say and my voice fucking croaks at the end.

  “Coy, I didn’t know,” she says.

  “Yeah, well, you fucking went off and got married. Married to some tiny dick who…” I don’t finish because I know the words are going to hurt her even more.

  “I didn’t fucking know!” she screams at me.

  “God fucking dammit!” I bellow out as I stare up at the ceiling for a moment.

  “Let’s just go home, Coy,” Allie says with sadness and a touch of relief in her voice.

  “No,” I say as I look back down at her.

  “No? What are we going to do? This… this was a bad idea.”

  “No, it wasn’t,” I say, cause now I’m fucking rememberin’ shit.

  Rememberin’ all them fucking months and years of torment.

  “Coy,” she says as she starts to take off the vest she’s been wearing. “Look, this was… this just isn’t me… Not anymore.”

  “Oh yes the fuck it is,” I say and take a step toward her.

  “What?” she asks, and I can see in her eyes she knows tonight ain’t over yet.

  I swear in my head I hear an announcer shouting, “Round two.”

  “I said this shit ain’t fucking over with.”

  “What?” she says with a bit of a growl. She’s pissed and probably has a buzz that’s wearin’ off.

  “I said we ain’t done here.” I move toward her again, yanking my kutte off and tossing it onto the chair near the bed.

  “Oh yes the fuck we are,” Allie says while trying to walk past me like she’s the fucking boss here.

  Snatching her arm, I yank her back to me. “Nope.”

  “Let me go, Coy.”

  “No, you had your little fucking say, it’s my turn,” I snarl and yank her close to me.

  “What the fuck!” she snarls at me.

  Looking down into her eyes, I say, “You get all fucking hurt cause I fucked a couple of chicks to relieve the pressure.”

  “They were my high school friends!”

  “You got fucking married!” I scream.

  There, I’ve finally let the fucking monster out of me.

  Her head snaps back as if I slapped her. “I didn’t fucking remember you!”

  Grabbing a fist full of hair, I snarl, “Well, baby, you’re going to now.”

  “You’re fucking delusional! I’m so not—”

  My lips crash into her soft plump ones so damn fast I don’t even let her finish. No, I’m done with her tryin’ to fucking dominate my ass.

  Pressing hard against her, I hold her hair tight. She grunts and tries to punch me in the stomach. She’s gonna fight tonight, and that’s good. The harder she fights me, the fucking better it’s gonna be, for both of us.

  Pulling away from her unwilling lips, I grin down at her. “Baby, I’m going to…”

  A resounding slap can be heard in the room before I even feel that she hit me.

  “Asshole!” she yells at me.

  Rubbing my chin, I smile. “Baby, the more you fight the harder you make me.”

  Shaking her head as much as she can with me holding her hair tight, she says, “You’re fucking crazy.”

  Fuck words and talkin’. I ain’t got any more witty fucking comebacks. I’m done with fuckin’ around, she wanted to hurt me, and she did.

  Grabbing her waist, I pull her tight and press my lips to her neck. Latching on firmly, I start licking and biting.

  She’s not having it just yet, at least not fucking mentally. Her mouth keeps fucking running on and on as I let my hand slide from her hip to her breast still encased in that lacey bra under her tank top.

  Her mouth can say whatever the fuck it wants. I ain’t listening to it anymore tonight. Tonight, I’m taking her body fully. She needs to understand I fully fucking own her now.

  Only one way to do that.

  Pushing her toward the bed, she keeps bitching and tryin’ to shove me away.

  Not happenin’.

  Reaching between our bodies, I grab at her tank top and start trying to yank it up. I get it past her stomach before she pushes it back down.

  “Coy, stop it right now!” Allie says.

  Sighing loudly as I sto
p to look her in the eyes, I shake my head. Then I grab the knife that hangs right beside the gun holster on my leather belt.

  Pulling it out of the case, I snap it open in front of her wide eyes.

  “Coy…” she whispers.

  Shaking my head at her, I grab her tank top and run my blade right up it. The fabric being sliced sounds so loud in the room I can hear it over her heavy breathing. Or maybe it’s my heavy breathing.

  Either way, one of us is panting.

  “Oh my god, oh my god,” she whisper-chants at me as the blade is snapped closed then shoved back into its sheath.

  Looking into her eyes, I reach between her heaving tits and grab the bra. There’s a little clasp there. That’s handy, but fuck being nice about it.

  Yanking at the clasp, I feel it snap in my hands and fall apart.

  I guess lace don’t hold up too well against a pissed off biker.

  “What are you doing?!” she squeaks again.

  And I swear to god, hearing her squeak at me is as sexy as when she groans, moans, and hits me. All of it gets me fucking ragingly hard.

  “Taking what’s mine,” I say with a grin before grabbing her hands and pulling them behind her back.

  “How the hell am I supposed to go home without a bra and shirt, asshole?” she sneers at me.

  “That’s why I didn’t slice the vest off you,” I say and push my lips hard against hers.

  Right now, gentleness is a thing of the past.

  She tries to pull away, but I don’t even bother letting her feel like she’s got a choice anymore. I shove my tongue past her protesting lips and start forcing hers to move across my own. It’s fucking important she kisses back because as soon as she does, she’s going to become more compliant.

  I don’t need her fucking submissive.

  Nah, I like the fight in her. But I do need her to not fucking fight me as much or it’s gonna hurt.

  Letting go of her hands, I start grabbing at the waist of her skintight jeans. The ones that show off her juicy ass so well they could be painted on.

  “Two choices, Allie,” I say when I pull away from her lips.

  Blinking at me, she says, “Huh?”

  “I cut off your pants and you walk out of here in sweats or you take ‘em off with a sexy little dance,” I say, and the smirk that comes across my face is purely in reaction to her pissed off eyes.