Chapter 3
Beast
Ten years later…
“Beast, it’s time to roll, brother, and meet those shitheads,” Ace says slapping me on the back. I’ve been sitting at the bar drinking a beer listening to Black Stone Cherry ‘Like I Roll’ playing on the jukebox waiting for my brothers.
It’s Tuesday night around 10:00, the day after Memorial Day, and the Clubhouse is quiet after Church earlier.
It’s business, as usual, today after our big weekend family barbecue. We had a whole lot of food, alcohol, fuckin’, and fighting here at the clubhouse.
We had a few of the other chapter brothers in for the festivities and a few new bitches that stopped by to party with the bad boys.
The boys and I love to eat, drink, fight, and fuck, in that order and the supply of bitches never runs out.
The fights were good, a couple of the guys from Tampa and I got in the ring, and like usual I kicked their asses.
Most of the guys who have families are home with them tonight for summer break. Only a few of guys and the club whores are around.
The few of us officers and table members have a meeting with the Rockin’ Macks. They’re a rival club from Georgia that wants to make a deal with our club to run guns through our territories.
We own the state of Florida; there are a few other clubs in the state that we are friendly with, but everything runs through us.
We’re the Main Chapter of Dragons Fury here in De Leon Springs with nine sister clubs throughout the state. In Key Largo, Miami, Ft. Myers, Vero Beach, Tampa, Daytona Beach, Jacksonville, Pensacola, and all the way up and over in Destin. Between all our chapters we have close to 1000 members.
The Macks want to travel through our territory, from our sister club down to Miami by the port, for some club business they’re involved in. They will be meeting up with their shipment of goods at the port. Then they want five guys from our club and five from Miami’s to run a security detail accompanying them home to Georgia. We all hate these motherfuckers, but both clubs voted and majority rules. Money Talk's and bullshit walks, dad and Mr. C. famous line.
If our terms are met, and it’s on the up and up, we’ll allow them to ride through our state. We will make the run with them. It will bring in a significant amount of money for both clubs, but I just don’t trust these motherfuckers as far as you can throw them.
Gator our club President, Ace our Vice President, Snake our Secretary, Skull our Treasurer, and Shadow our club sniper and Enforcer were all ‘yay.' They want this deal to go through.
On the flip side our Road Captain Cowboy, three table members Hawk, Blaze, Wolf, and myself the clubs Sargent-at-Arms voted ‘nay.'
In the event of a tie, we have the two old timers that have right to vote, and they weigh in with ‘yay.' So majority rules, 7 to 5.
The Miami club Prez – Animal - VP – Klutch - and SAA - Bull dog - along with four of their table members voted ‘yay’ with only three ‘nay’ votes.
Between the two clubs, the ‘nay’ votes were outnumbered.
“Right behind you, brother,” I say finishing up my beer and following my brothers out to our bikes. The ten of us mount up and head out to our meeting spot by the state Park. It’s secluded and secure at this time of night.
As the clubs SAA and head of security, I scooped out the area earlier and left a few prospect behind in case those fuckers decide to pull a fast one on us.
I’m front and center next to Prez and VP watching their backs. Shadow is off in the bushes with his rifle and scoop watching our backs as well.
If the Macks try and make a move on one of them, I’ll step in and protect them with my life. I would lay my life down for my Prez, VP and my brothers. I’ve done it many times before and vice versa.
Ace and I saved each other’s asses plenty of times, and we will continue to. He’s one of my closest brothers along with Blaze who I’ve also taken a bullet for.
I’ve been shot a total of five times for this club and twice in the Marines for my brothers. None of them too serious, I’m still here so what’s another one, right.
I served in the Marines with Ace, Blaze, Hawk, Snake, and Gator was our Sargent. We’ve all been through hell and back together and saved each other’s asses more times than I care to count. Tonight’s no different.
“Hey, did you all hear about the three girls taken this past weekend from a night club in Orlando. What’s that make like nine or ten?” Gator says as we all mount our bikes. “What the fuck could be goin’ on over there? We need have some of the guys check that shit out?”
We arrive ten minutes ahead of our meet time and wait for the Macks members to show up.
While we wait, no one talks, we all stay alert and scan the area for trouble. It’s a quiet night out allowing us to hear the rumble of their motorcycles as they approach.
Their club Prez – Axe - and VP – Crow - along with their SAA – Spooky - take the lead standing in front of Gator, Ace and myself.
Spooky defiantly lives up to his name. He’s the scariest looking motherfucker I’ve ever seen. His face and upper body look like road kill with rough skin. His tats barely cover the mangled mess of skin, doesn’t help his appearance one bit.
I stand stone-faced watching everything around me, especial the three men in front of me. Being the club SAA, Head of Security and weaponry is a dangerous job, you always have to be alert and five steps ahead. This is my forte. I was trained at a young age by my father to constantly be aware of my surroundings. You have to stay ahead of your opponent to survive. This is another reason why I’m one of our clubs best fighters in the ring. I can always anticipate their next move before they make it.
They also taught me to, ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer.' I guess you could say that’s why we’re out here tonight.
Dad would say that because there are always sneaky bastards out there ready to stab you in the back the second you turn it on them. The Macks are those type of assholes.
“You know our terms, motherfuckers, if you’re good with them we got a deal,” Ace says to Axe as I continue to scan the area and the men in front of me.
Axe grunts then he says, “We agree to your terms, asshole, but just for the record I’m not happy about the fee. Here’s your down payment when you meet up for the run you’ll get the rest?”
Axe removes a white letter size envelope from the inside of his vest, offers it to Ace who snatches it from Axe’s hand to count. When Ace is finished, he nods his head to Gator informing him it’s all there.
“Next Tuesday, we’ll meet you at the location at midnight. Five of my guys and five of Animal’s. I want the final payment in Animal’s hands by Tuesday afternoon, not at the meet,” Gator says matter-of-factly with no room to argue.
Axe and Crow exchange a look then nod agreeing. Gator dismisses them, and we keep our positions watching them mount their bikes and exit the park.
Ten minutes later we head back to the clubhouse. It’s time celebrate our new business arrangement with games, booze, and pussy.
Back at the clubhouse, the booze is waiting and so are the bitches. I down a few glasses of whiskey with Ace and Blaze before taking our beers with us for a game of pool with Shadow.
A couple of house of bullshitting, three games and a few more drinks of Jack later I’m ready for some pussy. I see Chrissy, my favorite club whore, lick her lips after sucking off Snake.
I grab her by the hair and lead her to my room to uses her ass for a while.
The alcohol in my system isn’t enough to chase away my demons and my heartache yet, but it’s a good fuckin’ start. I have a full bottle of Jack in my room to help aid me into my black hole to sleep.
Chrissy sucks like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, her pussy ain’t much, but it’s a warm hole to lose myself in for a few minutes. Her ass, on the other hand, is better than her loose ass pussy.
She wearing a black lace bra and matching thong. “Strip,” I order her when I enter my room behind her leaning on the door. She strips immediately without saying a word and stands by the bed to waiting for my next instruction.
The girls know how I like things, no kissing, no back talk, no cuddling after and don’t touch me unless I order you too. I fuckem’ and sent them away. They know the score, they’re just a hole for us brothers to use and throw away.
I’m sure they want to move up to ol’lady status, but that will never happen. I don’t want an ol’lady. I’d never find the right woman for the job anyway.
I want a respectable woman on my arm, not a whore who spreads her legs and opens her mouth for every man she sees.
Their mouths only touch my cock never my lips, and my lips never touch them anywhere. The last girl my lips touched was her, and I plan on keeping it that way. I don’t need to kissem’ just need to fuckem.' I just need a decent release, decent if that’s what you want to call it. Decent is all it ever is, never mind-blowing or fulfilling.
I watch her for a second before removing my boots while she watches me. Then I remove my kutte and hang it on the hook by my door. My shirt and my pants fall to the floor next.
I take two long strides towards her and stop. She doesn’t move, not yet, I haven’t given her the order.
“Suck,” I order, and the eager beaver pounces me, falling to her knees in front of me and takes me deep. No playing, she goes right in for the kill. I’m semi-hard, and she handles me like a pro. One-touch of her hand and mouth and I’m hard. I lean my head back staring at the ceiling and enjoy the warmth of her hot mouth.
I let her suck me for the next ten minutes or so as I try and forget everything and everyone. It’s harder than it sounds, she’s always in my heart and head, and as long as I don’t look down, I can dream it’s her sucking me off. That it’s her hot mouth and luscious lips wrapped around my cock, not this hungry bitches.
She finishes sucking me dry.
“Stop,” I order, she removes her mouth from me with a popping sound and leans back on her heels.
“On all four, bitch,” I tell her as I walk to my nightstand to retrieve a condom then covering up my semi-hard dick. A few pumps and I’m good.
I don’t want to see the bitch’s face so I can dream I’m in another room, in another state, with another girl. The girl that haunts me daily for the last decade.
She moves into position immediately at the end of my bed. I stand behind her fast and fuck her pussy rough and hard for a few minutes before getting bored then take her ass. I pound her ass good, fuckin’ rough and fast not given’ one shit if I’m too rough for her. Before long I’m busting my nut. I pull out of her and rip off the condom and cum all over her back and ass.
When I'm finished with her and spent, it’s time for her to be gone. I need a few minutes alone with my thoughts. So I sent her packing with one word that I shout. “Out!” She leaves, and I drop to my bed, banging my head against the headboard.
Laying here all I can do is think of her and her lips on mine many years ago. And there goes the black hole in my heart hurting.
Then I remember the feel of her sweet, adorable lips on mine, and it turns me on making me rock hard.
A few minutes later I drag myself up buck ass naked, opening my door and find Maggie walking out of Ace’s room and call her over. I fuck her hard and fast then send her on her way too. After a few gulps, downing half the bottle of whiskey, it’s time to let the sandman take me away.
The Sandman always takes me to the same place every night. Sometimes with images of the war and her mangled in one too. Those are the worst ones, and thankfully I don’t get them that often.
This one is me sitting in front of a lake with an older more beautiful Bella with her in my arms, my lips pressed against hers. And this time it’s a deeper, passionate and lustful kiss.
Every night I see her, the girl of my dreams, literally, the love of my miserable dark life. I’ve become a soulless bastard and heartless asshole without her. The beast that doesn’t value his own life just the ones closest to me.
I dream of the life we should have had together. The family we will never have together, sons and a daughter, two boys and one beautiful princess that looks just like her mommy. Bella is happy and lively and in love with our family and me. I see her gorgeous smile that lights up my world.
In another life, I suppose. In another lifetime.
At least I get to have her in my arms in my dreams every night that haunts me. The only place I’m ever really at peace and alive, and I don’t have the Reaper chasing down my ass.
It may be time to move on and deal with the real issues at hand and make peace with my life. That will probably never happen for me, I’ll always crave the one I can’t have and live in hell on earth until my last dying breath.