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REVENGE BABY: Blacktop Chaos MC by April Lust (41)


Joshua

 

As soon as Jamie told me that the girl was a member of the Wild Witches, I knew what I had to do. The Wild Witches were an all-female MC headquartered in LA. We’d bumped heads with them before—just like us, they ran guns—and I wasn’t looking forward to this confrontation. My stomach twisted nervously. What if the woman had been grilling me about our supplier? Were they planning to steal our business and decimate our group from the inside out? I felt nauseous: if we didn’t have buyers for our guns, our revenue would dry up and the club would be finished.

 

I knew I had to hightail it over to their hideaway and convince them not to talk. Of course, that was easier said than done. Much like Mike and Will had told me, the Wild Witches didn’t love male visitors. Half of them were dykes, and the other half of them had basically sworn off men. While I was aware of my charms and how well they worked on normal women, the Wild Witches weren’t normal women. They were a fierce bunch of Wild Witches who rode like they were on their way out of hell. I knew that I was going to have to do some serious bribing in order to get them on my side—or to even be neutral.

 

There were tons of MCs around LA, but the Wild Witches and Venom Brothers had been at each other’s throats for years now. You wouldn’t think that the market would be so small, but it always was. It was like we couldn’t exist peacefully together, especially not since we were always doing the same line of business. I hated it, but it was a fact of life.

 

Back in the day, I was sure that Venom Brothers had no problems putting the Wild Witches down in…well, in ways that weren't exactly condoned now. My predecessors would have had no trouble swaggering into their clubhouse and raping and pillaging everything in sight. But that wasn't how we worked, and that definitely wasn't how I wanted to take revenge. After all, the Brothers had a code. A moral code, and part of that included no rape. I'd seen too many bikers go to jail for assault on women, and I'd decided as soon as I became the leader that I wouldn't support that kind of behavior. If one of my guys acted out of turn, I'd turn him in myself. Personally. I didn't take pleasure in punishment, but I wanted my men to behave and act like decent citizens. After all, we were already gun runners. We didn't need to be rapist pigs on top of that.

 

As the clock crawled closer and closer to midnight, I hopped on board my bike and pointed it in the direction of the Wild Witches’ clubhouse. They had just recently been awarded a top-charter status, and I knew they’d had cause to celebrate. Hell, that may have even been the party that Will and Mike crashed. A bunch of morons, I thought. Now I’m gonna have a real hard time because of those two fucks. I didn’t dare tell any of the guys where I was going. I was going to have to handle this myself. I’d fucked up, now I was going to have a chance to turn everything around.

 

I packed my saddlebags with cash and a couple of handguns. There was a gun in the back of my jeans and another one strapped to my leg, just in case things got a little too hot to handle. The Wild Witches weren’t exactly known for their kindness towards men, and I wanted to be prepared. All the same, I didn’t think they’d turn down a few wads of cash—especially if they’d just hit a new status, money would be all the more important to them.

 

“You can’t come in,” a woman snottily informed me. She was sitting out front of the clubhouse wearing a leather vest and jeans. “No more Venom Brothers allowed. Jasmine’s rules.”

 

“Jasmine?” I laughed out loud. “That’s your leader’s name?” I put my hands on my gut and had a good long laugh. These bitches always want to act like they’re so tough; naming themselves after flowers seemed like a good place to start.

 

The girl didn’t think it was funny, apparently. She glared at me as I stood there guffawing and holding my sides until I was stitched from laughing so hard. “Stop laughing,” she said in this hysterical voice after a few minutes. “It’s not that funny!”

 

“Oh, trust me, it’s fucking hysterical,” I told her with a grin. “Now, let me in. I wanna talk to this wild woman.”

 

“Oh,” she said. “Yeah, whatever.”

 

“So,” I said, leaning forward and raising my eyebrow. This was exactly how I’d begin to work on women, and even though I could tell that I was an unwanted visitor, the girl seemed flushed all the same. I winked at her and she actually glanced away, showing that she wasn’t exactly immune to male charm. “What do you say about letting me inside?”

 

“I can’t,” she said, swallowing nervously. “I’m on guard.”

 

“Right,” I said, winking again. “But I’m here on business, you know?” I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small stack of bills—five thousand dollars. “You know, this could be worth it to you,” I teased, waving the money in front of her face.

 

The girl laughed. “I have all the money I want from Jasmine,” she said, crossing her arms. “You’re not going to win me over with a couple thou.”

 

“Five thousand,” I said, reaching into my pocket for another wad. “Hell, let’s make it ten.”

 

The girl’s eyes bugged out. Bingo.

 

“I don’t know,” she replied, darting her eyes around nervously as if watching for a hornet or another bug. “I’d have to ask.”

 

“Why don’t you do that, darlin’?” I suggested in a honeyed voice. “I’ve got lots of time to wait, you know.”

 

"Jasmine got in a fight today," the girl said. She blushed and squeaked and then put a hand over her mouth. "Oh God," she said, looking down. "Please don't tell anyone that. I wasn't supposed to say anything."

 

I chuckled. She was easier than I’d thought; maybe this whole thing would really be a piece of cake. “I won’t,” I said, winking. “I promise. Just let me in, okay?”

 

The girl bit her lip. “Fine,” she said. “Come with me.” She got up from her chair and swaggered into the clubhouse, trying to put on confident airs that I knew for a fact didn’t exist. “Jasmine’s in here.”

 

“Of course she is,” I muttered. “Of fucking course she is.”

 

I recognized her instantly. Even with a black eye and a few bruises on her cheek, she was the woman from the night before. Her raven black hair fell over her shoulders and her piercing blue eyes stared at me, making me feel like she could see right through me.

 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Jasmine said, pushing through the crowd of women around her. “Who the fuck let you in?” She made a fist with her hand and swung her arm back, preparing to hit me right in the face. I ducked but another one of the girls grabbed her arm before she could get any closer.

 

“Jasmine,” a warning voice said. The voice belonged to a big girl with dark skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. She looked both evil and venomous. “Don’t hit him,” she said in a silky tone. “We decided we’re letting the cops deal with that.”

 

The sound of the word cops sent a shiver of fear through my body and I squinted hard. “Wait,” I said, holding up my hands in the air. “What the fuck are you talking about? Why the fuck would you be calling the cops? We have a fucking agreement,” I snapped. “You know that!”

 

Jasmine looked at me with a tired look in her blue eyes. “Come on,” she said softly. “Let’s talk back here.”

 

The other girls clustered together and waited in a hushed silence as their leader led me across the concrete floor and into a back room. My head was swimming with horrible thoughts. What was going to happen? Were they really to breach protocol and call the cops? What the fuck was going on here? And furthermore, I had to make this chick think that I had the upper hand or else she was going to walk all over me!

 

Jasmine closed the door with a soft click and lowered herself into a black leather office chair. She had a great body, but it was practically all covered. She looked tough with the bruises on her face but I could tell that beneath, her features were fine and if she cleaned up, she’d be a hell of a looker. There was a weird energy between us, pulling us together—I didn’t like it. Just ignore it, just ignore her, I told myself. This doesn’t matter, this is just a fucking game. It’s not even real life.

 

“So,” Jasmine said. She crossed her legs at the ankle and stared so boldly at me that I felt my chest tighten. “Why the fuck is you here, and how did you get into my clubhouse?”

 

I laughed.

 

Jasmine looked indignant. “I asked you a fucking question, scum. You oughta feel lucky that my girls didn’t kill you on sight!”

 

I frowned and crossed my arms. “And why would they do that?”

 

Jasmine rolled her eyes. “I asked you a question first, dickweed. Why the fuck are you in my club?”

 

“Because I walked up to the door and gave that cute little girl about ten grand,” I snapped. “I had to fucking talk to you. You have to come with me,” I said, pointing towards the floor. “The business we have to take care of doesn’t need to be within earshot of your club.”

 

That got Jasmine’s attention. Her eyes bulged slightly and her hands slipped out of her lap. I could tell I’d said something that really struck a nerve, but she wasn’t the easiest person to read. Even from where I sat, I could tell she was carefully guarded, closed off, the kind of person who wouldn’t give in without a fight.

 

“So,” Jasmine said. She swallowed hard and I watched the bulge travel down her skinny, delicious-looking throat. “What are you doing here again?”

 

I stood up. “You’ve gotta come with me,” I told her again. “We ain’t talking about it here.”

 

“And just what do I tell the club?”

 

I smirked. “Tell them you’re doing more recon for when you call the cops on me,” I snapped. “By the way, anyone ever tell you that you’re breaking MC code by ratting us out?”

 

Jasmine opened her mouth to speak, then thought the better of it and closed her thin lips.

 

“Come on,” I cajoled. “You know it’s a bad fucking idea to rat us out.” I stepped closer and stroked a finger down her bare arm. Just as Jamie had said, there was a tattoo of a Succubus on her shoulder. “You know you’ll pay for that,” I said in a silky-soft voice. “You know that I can destroy your MC from the inside out if you even try anything like that.”

 

Jasmine pursed her lips. “Fine,” she said in a dark voice. “I’ll come with you.”

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