by Kane Daemon
Trucker stroked his beard. “Stringer said you came by the club this morning. Said you and Bono were pissed off about security videos being erased. You wanna tell me what you were looking for. Cause you know you can’t walk back into the club and start calling the shots.”
“Why do I need to keep reminding people I’m still a member? But since you asked. We think whoever is making the killing has ties to both clubs.”
Trucker laughed and drank half his beer. “You’re not kidding.” He looked at his watch. “You’ve got twenty-eight hours, Zane.”
“Bain will wipe out the club. We don’t have the manpower.”
“Unless we have another chapter or two come in and assist.” Trucker finished his beer and stood.
“You’re bringing in extra firepower,” I said. “Bain won’t give a shit, Trucker. Remember, his wife was raped and murdered.
“I know which side I’m on, Bain, do you?” Trucker left through the side gate.
Clubs fought with each other all the dime. Sometimes people died. But Trucker was talking about an all-out war that could possibly leave no man standing.
Time was running out, and I still had no clue as to who the killer was.
“You okay?” Carrie had two beers in her hands.
“Yeah, club shit.” I took one of the beers, and she sat in my lap. “You ever talk to anyone at home.”
“My parents. I let them know everything was fine and I’m staying with a friend. Dad was pleased, and mom was suspicious.”
“You should talk to Sadie. She might have some work around the club you can do,”
“Like work with the pussy?”
“The business is growing. She might need some help.”
“You think we could make a trip to the mall in a bit?”
“Go now if you want,” I said.
Carrie slipped her hand between my legs. “You really do stay hard.”
I lifted her from the chair and slung her over my shoulder. “Let’s go take care of that.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Killer
I couldn’t believe he was actually heading into the mall with his little cunt Carrie. As much as I wanted to see Zane and the bitch dead, I kind of felt sorry for him. Was he shopping with his lady friend? He’d lost his MC balls. Amanda had made him soft, and Carrie had shown up to continue the tradition.
“You need some help?”
I shook my head at the mall cop, his belly over his belt, his beard struggling to keep up with his three chins. “I’m good, thanks.” I snubbed out the cigarette against the no-smoking sign and entered the mall, doing my best to stay hidden, looking like a dumbass most of the time.
Unfortunately, Zane wasn’t going to allow the little twat to go anywhere without him. I guessed that it was my fault. The three assholes I’d hired to take care of Carrie failed in making Zane’s antennas go up.
“The Victoria Secret store is down this way,” I heard Carrie say.
“Right,” Zane replied. The look on his face said he had no intention of entering the place. But I guessed right that she would drag his ass in there. But as soon as they entered the store, my ability to keep track of the conversation was gone.
I found a seat in the middle of the mall a few stores down and held a newspaper in front of me. Yeah, I was going old school. Trapping Carrie’s sweet little ass alone was going to be a monumental task. I needed a way to separate the two for at least an hour. I didn’t have a plan per se, but an hour would give me enough time to fuck her juicy ass and be on my way. The tension between the two clubs would once again rise to a new level. If that didn’t bring the house down, then there was only one thing left to do. Sadie. It was all Trucker’s fault anyway.
They exited the store thirty minutes later, Carrie carrying a VS bag, Zane, with his arm around her shoulders. He’d started wearing the club’s colors again. The fucker was intent on inserting his way back into the club. I was sure Bain would have something to say about that.
The two kissed, and luck was on my side. Zane headed in one direction, Carrie, in another. I guessed Zane was heading down to the sporting good store at the opposite end of the mall. He had a pretty nice collection of knives and was always looking to add another to the group.
Carrie walked past me, so close I could smell her wet cunt. Zane always was good with the ladies.
I took another glance in Zane’s direction and saw him enter the sporting goods store. I then tossed the newspaper in the trash and began following Carrie, staying far enough back that I didn’t raise any suspicions. At least on that day, I opted to leave the club colors in the car, that fucking Honda Civic I loved to hate.
Carrie stopped at a pretzel store and bought herself a giant pretzel and drink. She took a seat in the food court, took out her phone and surfed the web while she ate, me sitting at a table behind her, watching.
She wore short blue jean shorts that showed off her soft, young legs. The tank top she wore was perfect for exposing her Arizona tan. I rubbed my chin as I thought I might need more than an hour with her. My mouth watered at the thought of the taste of her creamy pussy. What if I fucked her, and then Zane came in for sloppy seconds?
I laughed out loud, and Carrie turned. I averted my eyes, and she turned back around. If I'd been wearing the colors, she would have known right away. I marked one down for thinking forward.
“Carrie?”
“What the fuck are you doing here, Mike?”
The guy looked both pissed and surprised. He pulled out a chair and sat.
“I needed to pick up something for my mom,” the guy said. “You know I didn’t sign the papers.”
“You asshole. You told me you would.”
Several people sitting around them stopped eating and watched the two. I just needed to figure out how to capitalize on the sad situation. So, the bitch was still married. Did Zane know that? I stifled a laugh and continued my prying sure things were going to get juicer than Claire McCaskill’s ass.
“I want you back home, Carrie. You had no right running off as you did. We still have responsibilities together, like rent and utilities.”
“Fuck you, Mike. You don’t own me, and I’m sure as hell not coming back.” he grabbed her arm, and the way she winced, I knew he’d hurt her. He was my kind of fellow. Let her know whose boss and then make them suck your cock. My dick got hard just thinking about the two fighting and then fucking.
“If you don’t let go of me,” Carrie said, but Mike held right on. He even gave her wrist a little turn.
“You left all your shit behind, Carrie. I might just toss it all in the trash.”
Carrie leaned forward, and I thought she might kiss him. Fuck, I was hard and needed relief.
“I will never come back to be with you. Never!”
And then Mikey grabbed her jaw and held her firm. Fuck yeah! I crossed my legs, trying to hide my erection. I wanted to tell him to bend her the fuck over the table and let the rest of us watch him go to town on that young pussy.
But Mike didn’t make another move. I did, however.
“You remove your had from her, or you’ll never be able to jerk off again,” Zane said.
Zane was standing behind Mike, his hand on Mike’s shoulder, squeezing. Mike slowly turned his head, pain on his face. He looked up at Zane, and I swear a moment later, the place smelled like shit. Zane had the opposite effect on men than he did on women.
“Take your hand off me,” Mike said bravely. I wanted to laugh out loud again. Yeah, Zane was one big mother fucker, and that was a lot to fear. But what was in the guy’s head was far worse. I’d seen him break a man’s arm clean through and then rip it away. He was the nicest meanest mother fucker on the planet. I wondered if little miss tight ass knew what Zane was capable of.
I ducked behind a colossal pillar supporting the ceiling and peeked around my hiding spot.
“You have approximately one second to release her,” Zane said calmly.
Rotund Mall Cop came runnin
g down the hall, his radio blaring, him calling for backup. By the time he got to Zane, he was slumped over, trying to catch his breath.
And although Mike let go of Carrie’s face, Zane did not let go of Mike. In fact, Zane squeezed harder, sending Mike to the floor.
“Please stop, Mister,” Mall Cop said.
Zane released Mike’s shoulder, and Mike fell over a chair, trying to get up. Carrie remained seated with a look of amusement on her face.
“You’ll pay for this,” Mike said to Carrie.
Zane’s jaws clenched. Mike was a dead man. He just didn’t know it yet.
Mall Cop escorted Mike to the exit and seemed to consider confronting Zane. He thought better of it and journeyed back down the hall. He ushered his fellow mall cops away. I stayed to listen.
Zane turned a chair and straddled the seat. He rested his arms on the back of the chair and stared at Carrie. “He hurt you, didn’t he?”
“I'm okay,”
“You’re not. Your face is red from where he had his hand on your chin.”
“He’s an asshole. I was wondering when he would show up.” She placed her hand on Zane’s arm. “Thank you.”
“You know I have to do something about that.”
“Just let it go, please. I don’t think he’ll show his face again.”
“And when he does?”
“Then I'll kick his ass.”
“Sadie talked to you about carrying?”
That was something I’d not considered- Carrie packing. Zane was doing my work for me.
“I have a thirty-eight in my purse right now.”
“Always keep it with you. He does that again; you blow his balls off.”
Zane stood and held Carrie’s hand. I followed the two to the exit and watched them drive away.
No, I didn’t get to kill or fuck the bitch, but I learned she was carrying, and I learned she had a pissed off ex. The whole damned thing made me fucking hard as hell.
I pulled out my phone and made a call to the Slayers’ pussy hotline. I told them what I wanted and where the woman should meet me. When I ended the call, I tossed the phone into the trashcan.
*********
It was one of the shitiest motels on the north side of town. Every room had both a front and back exit. The lobby had no video cameras, and you could pay online, get the door code, and never have to talk to or see another person. It made killing easy. The fucking Jap car sat outside the back exit.
When the knock came, I slowly moved from the bed and let the woman inside. I checked the parking lot to make sure she didn’t have a Patch with her. Most of those mother fuckers were too dumb to actually hide. She was alone and precisely what I ordered.
“Take your fucking clothes off,” I ordered. I still thought about Mikey having his hand around Carrie’s jaw. My cock responded appropriately. “Now why don’t you go ahead and bend over the bed.”
“Right to work. No small talk,” she said.
“You have a name?”
“Jasmine.”
I chuckled and removed my belt. “Can’t you bitches come up with anything original. Like Star. Or Tiffany, or some shit.
She spread her legs, her elbows on the bed. I made the belt loop and hooked it around her neck. She looked back at me, knowing in her eyes. I had a reputation. She shook her head and grabbed at the belt. I nodded.
“You’re too fucking late,” I said.
I imagined Mike and Carrie again. I imagined Mike and I fucking her together. Me up her ass, Mike was pounding her cunt.
Jasmine took it like a champ. I rode her ass around the room, pulling on the belt as if I were pulling on the reigns of a bucking bronco. When she finally collapsed, I released the belt. I came without even realizing it. Yeah, me and that little twat were going to have some fun.
I left Jasmine, and her needle-marked arms on the floor snuck out the back of the motel and hopped in my Jap car. I still had responsibilities I needed to see to. I still had a piece of ass waiting on me back at the house. She was a pretty young thing. No more than eighteen. She was waiting for me and drugs. That’s how I learned always to have free pussy around. Drugs. A little shopping now and again.
I pulled alongside the highway shoulder and watched the sun beginning to set.
If Bain had given Zane 48 hours, then time was closely approaching. I needed to make sure I was nowhere in sight when the war started.
They deserved to kill each other. Maybe in the end, when they took their last breath, they would understand what happened. Fuck a man over, and he never forgets about it. He’ll take that shit to the grave if he’s never able to get retribution. I wasn’t taking shit to the grave. I wanted what was rightfully mine. I wanted payback.
I continued onto home somewhat satisfied with my little visit to see Carrie and Zane. It had been fruitful. I knew more than I had before I followed them.
Tomorrow, hell would reign down on both the city and the clubs. And then a new club would begin. I would be the president. I would run the pussy trade, and I would own the drug business. People would listen to me instead of me listening to them.
I pulled into my garage and met the young piece of ass in the kitchen. I bent her over the table, and by the time I was done, I wouldn’t be supplying her drugs anymore.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Carrie
We pulled into the club parking lot a little after eight and found the place packed, though most people were already hidden away in their rooms or buildings. Bikes lined one whole side of the parking lot. The garage area had the two garage doors open where a pair of Ford vehicles up on the lifts. Two guys were working under them. On the roof of the club, six men looked over the front of the compound, guns at the ready. All in a night’s work at the MC. I’d gone from weapons on an Xbox to the real deal.
I hopped off the bike, and Zane eyed the row of bikes. He rubbed his chin and tossed his gloves on the seat of his motorcycle. Something was eating at him. He still believed the killer was somehow connected to the two clubs.
“I’m going to check in the security office for Bono. I wanna know if he’s found anything out since we last talked. Sadie should be at the bar inside the main building. I’ll be inside in a second. Stay out of trouble.”
Zane wrapped his arm around the small of my back and squeezed as he pulled me up for a kiss. My bones popped and cracked, but I didn’t care. Being in his arm meant I was safe. That’s all I ever wanted in a man. To feel safe and loved. I slipped my tongue in his mouth, and he squeezed a bit harder. “I want some later,” I said.
He patted my ass when I turned to leave. He’d not mentioned Mike again. Even after only knowing Zane for a few days, I knew he didn’t let things like Mike's manhandling me go without punishment. I wasn’t sure I’d ever really know what that punishment was, and I figured that was okay. Zane stuck to the codes he believed in.
I found Sadie sitting at the bar just like Zane had promised. I found it odd that no one sat with her. She was carrying on a conversation with Snyder. I sat down, and the conversation ended. Snyder went to do something else.
“He’ll get over it, Sadie said. “He and Amanda were very close. She helped his mother when she was dying of cancer. His father had already run off. He means well and will warm up to you. I promise.”
“I hope so. This seems like a place a person could use more than one friend.” I took a sip of the beer Snyder left behind. It cooled my thirst and took a little bit of the edge off. “How about all these other people. They ever going to speak to me?”
“Same. Amanda was active in the club, trying to help people while at the same time trying to pull Zane out. She saw a need and tried to meet that need.”
“So, not only do I have to live up to Zane’s Amanda standards, I gotta do the same with all these other people?”
Sadie knocked back a swallow and put the beer on the counter. “I’m afraid so.”
“Zane was telling me I should talk to you about work around the club. He said you
might have something I can participate in.” I wanted to straight out ask her about the pussy business, but I didn’t want to tread on her territory.
Sadie nodded. “Yeah, I can find you something. You may even have a few choices.”
“I’m up for about anything.”
Sadie pointed over at the playground area. “We could definitely use another sitter. Snot noses are a handful.” She watched me from the corner of her eye, and I suspected she knew the answer to my being a babysitter. I wasn’t interested. “Or, you could help me with pussy.”
I could honestly say another woman had never suggested I help her with pussy. I choked down a laugh and took another drink. I had to be careful about offending people. One wrong move with Sadie and I was done for. She was my only friend.
“What do you have in mind?”
“The business is growing too fast for me to keep up with. I do my best to keep up with schedules and keeping the books, but too often find myself falling behind.”
“We could split them up by alphabet,” I said.
“Like counselors do in schools?” she asked. “Tell you what. Let me run to the back and grab the logs and my laptop. Give me fifteen minutes, and we’ll figure something out.” Sadie finished her beer and then left through the door leading to the church.
I turned away from those watching me and stared at the tv behind the bar. Breaking news showed a group of bikers being arrested in southern Arizona. Typical. Then the news broke in with another story. A prostitute had been found in a hotel room, beaten and raped. I didn’t need Zane around to tell me it was the same guy he’d been looking for.
“Snyder, two beers and a bag of chips.” I glanced at the woman who had ordered. She stared at me with nothing but hate. The woman on her opposite side smiled at me.
“You’re the new girl, aren’t you,” she said.
I nodded and returned to my beer, keeping my eyes on the tv. I didn’t like the woman’s tone.
“Just another piece of ass. We’ll call you May’s finest.”
I put the beer down and slowly turned. “My name is Carrie. And you are?”