Two
Quinn “Rash” Scott
I have a mixture of feelings well up inside me and I have no idea what to do with them. I don’t know whether the woman who was standing near Chels was with the fucker rolling around on the ground, but I prayed to God she wasn’t. She is too beautiful and too strong to have been broken by a man like him. Can’t be. She is the most magnificent woman I have ever seen in my entire life.
There’s too much to say to her but not enough time. I call out, before she walks into Spanky’s, demanding she not leave. I can see how my words take a toll on her, but I choose to ignore it. My allegiance to the Steel Daggers keeps me rooted in place, dealing with Chelsea’s douche bag ex, instead of running after her. It’s probably a good thing. The feelings she’s bringing out in me have me feeling like a little bitch. Shit.
“What the hell happened Chelsea?” I ask.
Chelsea is strong. She’s been through too much shit to let this guy on the ground phase her. The woman is all Steel Dagger. I swear to God she’d try to patch in if her old man weren’t a member already.
“I was getting out of my truck and Eric came up behind me. He had me pinned, choking the shit out of me and I didn’t know what to do. I fucking blanked! Then the woman who was just here, she yelled at him. He got distracted and loosened his grip. That’s when I made my move. Got him to the ground and, well you can see the state he’s in.”
“You did good Angel.” Rock says, standing behind her.
“What are we going to do with this piece of shit, Rock?” Jester asks while poking him with a stick.
I can’t help but laugh. A grown man is passed out on the ground after being taken down by a woman, what a fucking pussy.
“Take him downstairs. We need to have a long discussion with him about what it means to treat a woman with respect.” Rock says, nodding his head to the side of the building.
Most people don’t realize there’s more to Spanky’s than just a biker bar. The only people who do, wear a patch with Steel Daggers on their back. Jester and I grab the fuck, and carry him down into the cellar. We walk him into a room that hasn’t been used much. There’s not much to it, no windows, just cement and sound proof walls. In the middle of the room is a chair that’s been bolted into the cement floor. We place him in the chair and buckle him in, strapping his arms, legs, and head back.
“Should we wait for Rock and Pres, or just get started?” Jester says, while staring at the wall holding our ‘tools.’
“Damn Jas, take a minute and breathe. I know you’re excited to get started, but fuck man. You’re one crazy mother fucker, you know that?”
He laughs, and I wonder, not for the first time, if there’s something loose rolling around in his head. “Just a little pumped up is all. You’re right. We’ll wait. As soon as we’re done though…”
He lets the silence hang but I know exactly where his mind’s at. Holly, fuck even her name is hot. There’s something about her that has both Jasper and I intrigued, which is something we haven’t had in a while.
We’ve been sharing women for years now. But in the last year being with women became more about sharing the experience with Jasper than pleasing the woman between us. I can tell things started to shift for him a few months ago when he started pushing me away. We’re still best friends, but we haven’t shared a woman since then. Shit I haven’t had a woman on my own in years. I don’t even want to try anymore.
One drunken night, I few weeks back I attempted fucking a woman on my own and I couldn’t even get it up. I kept picturing Jasper and what he’d be doing to her and I just couldn’t finish. She left the room pissed but I didn’t give a shit. It wasn’t the same without him.
“Jester we need to-” Before I can finish Rock enters the room looking to cause damage.
We stand back and watch while Rock gets his pound of flesh. He delivers hit after hit to the piece of shit already pissing his pants, and screaming in pain. What a little bitch. Rock has every right to rip the fucker to shreds after hurting his old lady. I don’t know what I’d do if anyone hurt mine.
I never thought I’d have an old lady, but sure as shit I’m immediately picturing Holly Bell with my cut on her back. Bet she’d fit in real good with Emersen and Chelsea too. They’d have their old lady posse, planning the charity runs while we figured out the harder shit. They’d take care of the kids, while we bullshitted by the grill. Kids, what the fuck?
Jester slaps me in the back of the head while I’m daydreaming about things I’ve never once in my life considered for myself. I clear my mind and focus on what’s going on in the room. I was so lost in thought I didn’t realize Pres and Prince, our VP, had come in. Rock has the guy bloodied up and is taking his knife out when Pres stops him.
“That’s enough. I know what you want, but it’s not happening. You know we don’t go there Rock.”
“We went there for Emersen.” Rock sneers, spitting on the near-dead man in front of us.
“That was different, and you know it. That situation was fucked up from the start.” That night was far beyond anything I’ve ever experienced and I for one am not looking for a repeat this soon.
Rock closes his knife and puts it in his back pocket. He closes his eyes, and we watch as the rage and need to cause destruction slowly fades. I’ve seen him do this hundreds of times, but I’m still in awe every time he can exhibit this much control over his emotions. Must be why he makes such a great enforcer for the Steel Daggers.
“I say we clean him up. Jester and Rash will drive him a couple states over and leave him in his truck. Make it look like he’s been drinking. Let the cops pick him up.” Prince suggests.
Jester raises his hand and we all stare at him, waiting. “And what do we tell the cops here?”
“Chelsea and Holly already told them that the guy ran off when Holly screamed at him. If they come back later, we stick to that. If you two do your job right, there won’t be anything tying us to this. We’ll get Triton on surveillance and make sure they’ve got nothing on that end.” Prince says.
Pres considers it for a minute, then nods. “Make it happen, but do it right. We don’t need any blowback on this.”
Well that wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Not one to argue with my Pres, I nod knowing that this is something we’ll have to do, even if it means I won’t see her for a couple days. Miss Holly Bell better stick around Spanky’s until we get back.