***Alastair***

 

“Where did you get this?” Velma asks while she holds up the present Eliana brought her.

“It’s called a push dagger, and…”

Velma cuts Eliana off. “But it’s a necklace. Look, a chain with a triangle that flows into a...oh. Wow. So you hold the crystal between your fingers, touching your palm, and then...nice. One smooth pull and it’s out of the sheath. Best present ever,” Velma squeals and hugs Eliana.

“Well, I just brought it for you. Lajos was the one who’s got this whole stash. Look, I’ve got the same one.” Eliana holds up her necklace and both girls squeal.

“Fuck. Can we go to fucking war already because I’d rather fight me some Heaven MC scum than stay here and get my eardrums blown to shreds,” Zigmund complains.

Both sisters glare at him and he just shrugs. “What? I can’t be honest anymore?”

That’s my cue. “Everybody, we’re heading out.”

I tug Eliana away from her sister. She’s wearing a tight leather vest that looks more like a corset if you ask me. Lajos told me that the inside was made from Kevlar, that way the most important body parts will have a layer of protection.

She doesn’t utter a single word when she gets on the back of my bike. To have her plastered against me, the heat of her pussy ever so close, her arms locked around my waist, things couldn’t be more perfect. Except for the fact that I’m riding toward a war where we won’t know what the outcome will be. But this right here gives me all the strength I need to raise hell and walk away with everything I hold dear.

We leave our bikes a few miles down the road. Two of my men leave first to check the perimeter. Eliana looks nervous, but Velma looks like she’s going to puke at any damn second.

“Are you okay? I totally understand if you want to sit this out. I’d even leave your mate with you,” I tell Velma.

She seems to swallow back the urge to puke and squares her shoulders. “No. I’m fine. But are you sure about this? I mean, they’re like you guys, and you know how Hellhounds can smell everything from miles away.”

I give her a tight nod. “The Orderly cloaked us, not just the way where we can hide and appear out of human’s sight, this is different. But the moment we reveal ourselves, it’s gone. And it’s just us, not you and Eliana, because you two are going in first.”

“Yeah, about that,” Velma says with a concerned look on her face. “Is that really a smart thing to do? Me? I’m not so much a problem because I belong there but…”

Os growls low, “Not anymore you don’t.”

A proud smile tugs Velma’s lips. “Very true, my lovely mate, I don’t. But my father has been fierce in the past about keeping me away from Eliana and staying hidden from humans, yet here I am…strolling right into the clubhouse with, what he sees as a human, at my side.”

“This is the way it should go down. I’m not making any last minute changes,” I snap.

“I’m just making sure, and I’m sorry…I shouldn’t doubt anything you do but…” Velma’s face goes soft. Although I’m on edge as it is, I know the words she just spoke aren’t from doubting my experience or actions, or my plan for that matter.

“You and I have the same end game here, Velma. Just know that I will fight just as hard to keep you from harm, not just because you’re my mate’s sister, or my VP’s mate, but you’re one of us now, part of our family, and we will never let you down,” I vow to her.

Velma surprises the fuck out of me when she throws herself at me and hugs me tight.

“See? Before all this mating shit, we never had these gooey moments. Makes me feel awkward. I mean…do we join in, check the time to see everyone gets equal amount of hug time?”

“Zigmund!” we all snap in sync.

“What?” he asks with wide eyes.

“You’re doing it again,” Eliana tells him. “Didn’t your mom ever hug you or something?”

Zigmund still has his eyes like saucers. “I never had a mom.”

“True,” I tell them. “I found him as a pup, ass up in a garbage can.”

“Awww.” Velma and Eliana both have emotions flowing through their voices.

If Zigmund’s eyes could go any wider, they would. He takes a step back. “No, no. Stay the fuck away. No hugging or planning for mega lovin’ time. That shit needs to stay far away from me. I’ve lived for centuries without, so I’m not starting any time soon.”

“Okay,” Eliana sighs. “But after we’ve handled this…you and I are going to sit down and have a little talk, young man.”

“Did I not mention centuries just now? Damn woman, I’m not a young man. And fine. As long as you stick to your words…just talking,” Zigmund tells her.

“Yeah, are we done now? Because here comes Rouvin and Petros.” I lift my chin in the direction my two guys are coming from. “Any update on the perimeter sweep, guys?”

Rouvin comes to a stop next to Os. “There are two guys out front. One is fucking some chick against the wall but I think by the way he was grunting they will be done in a minute or two. Then we have a row of eighteen bikes out front and three cars in the lot. That might give us the number of people who are inside.”

“I smell thirty different scents in there,” Petros states. “Nine of those are female. Two of those have a scent that are off and I can’t determine.”

“Like me?” Eliana questions.

Petros nods. “Yes, I believe so. But they smell different than you, still…off, like you.”

Zigmund whistles low. “Better stick with purple, dude…cut out the ‘they smell off’ shit. I might not be all ‘cuddle me now’ but I do know a killer look when I see one, our Prez’s Old Lady is not liking you calling them that. And if it’s like that…they might be their half-sisters. So…”

“Are we ready for you four to go in first?” Jagger asks.

And I’m happy he did so before I shut Zigmund up with a punch to the face. “That’s the plan.”

Jagger rubs his hands together. “Okay, but as soon as there’s any sound of a struggle…we’re busting in there.”

“That would also be part of the plan.” I chuckle and slap him on the back. “Are your guys ready?”

“They sure are, laying low around the perimeter, waiting for my okay,” Jagger tells me.

There are no more words exchanged as I put a hand on Eliana’s back and guide her toward her father’s clubhouse. Velma is right next to her and Os is flanking Velma. Our girls are the only ones who can see us now. When we were talking things through, The Orderly offered this gift when I suggested we let Velma talk to her father first. This way we can have one hundred percent certainty about what is going to go down.

Even when all the evidence is miles high, both sisters need it. Even more importantly, this confrontation is crucial for all the members in this MC. Even when I got the all clear to wipe this whole MC to the ground, there’s no way in hell, pun intended, I would do that without picking out the good ones. And I know for fucking sure there are enough of them in there. Fuck. I would bet more than half of the guys aren’t even aware of how rotten their Prez is.

So I made sure every one of my men, and Jagger’s guys, know it’s not a killing spree we’re in for. Well, if things turn to shit it will be, but I’m hoping things will go smoothly. Meaning Velma and Eliana can have a chat that will give us a good reading on who the rotten apples are. Then we will take those souls and only those souls. If that doesn’t work…well, then we’ll skip right down to plan B; kill them all.

“Velma,” a biker near the entrance quips. “Didn’t think you’d be here for at least another two days. Did Prez call you in? Does he know…hey, Gabriel, check it out, Velma brought fresh pussy.”

“Fresh pussy?” Gabriel, a biker who’s fucking a woman against the wall steps back. The woman falls on her ass and his fucking dick is swinging out in the open.

“My eyes, my eyes,” Eliana holds her hands up in front of her, trying to block the fucker’s dick from her vision.

I feel a tap on my shoulder. Glancing to my right, I see Os shaking his head no. Shit. I must look like I’m ready to rip the fucker’s dick off if he doesn’t shove it back in his pants quick enough.

“This one here has some of your President’s blood in her,” Velma spits out her words in anger. “So I would guess that’s a no to her being a human fuckhole. To put it in your terms, because for me…that’s my sister right there, and I will punch you in the face if you keep talking like that. And put your willy away, Gabriel. I’ve seen what a real dick looks like and yours doesn’t match up.”

Glancing to my VP again, I see there’s a huge smirk on his face. Smart woman to compliment her man’s dick when she’s staring at another dude’s flesh. Gabriel doesn’t know how fast he needs to put his dick, that’s gone slack, into his pants.

The other dude is staring at Velma, his jaw nearly hitting the floor. “You’re not shitting us, are you?”

They both glance from Eliana to Velma and back.

“I can see it now, same jawline and eyes, holy shit. You found another one?” Gabriel states.

Found another one? What…is their father knocking up woman by the dozen?

“What do you mean by that? I have more than one sister?” Velma gasps, clearly shocked at the fact that this Gabriel fucker threw out that little piece of information.

“No, I didn’t. You don’t.” Gabriel clears his throat. “I mean, you found a sister? Nice. Does your father know?”

“Yes,” Eliana states, “he does. But I thought I’d swing by and say hi before it’s too late.”

“Right,” Velma agrees. “Catch you boys later.

Velma slides her hand in Eliana’s and steps around Gabriel, holding the door open so all of us can walk inside. The two dudes are hot on our tail. The smell of smoke, weed, stale beer, and sex assaults our noses.

Fuck. This is something one might expect from a Hell Charter. Evil, dirty, nasty shit. Instead we’re staring at a place that is everything except for the perfection it should represent; Heaven.

“Prez!” Gabriel bellows. “Prez, you’d better get in here.”

There’s some noise before an older dude comes stumbling out of a hallway, pants on his knees, dick swinging left to right. He’s trying to pull up his pants while walking, and he’s either too drunk or too stupid to do so, because he’s standing in front of our women and he still hasn’t managed to tuck his dick in his pants.

“I am going to be bleaching my eyes for the next few months but I’m sure that would scar me even less than the image that’s burned into my brain,” Eliana states. “For the love of God, what the hell is wrong with these people swinging their dicks around like it’s the polite way to greet people.”

“You.” The guy, Dedrick Megalos, father of Eliana and Velma, sneers.

Eliana raises her chin. That’s my girl, showing strength in the middle of a lion’s den. Or so to say. “Yes. Me.”

Dedrick swings his head toward Velma. “Why the fuck did you bring this bitch? You wanted your future mate to fuck her, is that it? You brought fresh pussy for him to play with?” He looks over his shoulder. “VP, get in here, Velma brought you something.”

With all the yelling and screaming, they’ve raised quite the crowd, and with a quick headcount I can tell everyone is in the room. Well, I count six women of the nine Petros mentioned, so I’m missing three of those.

There’s a guy with thick blond hair stomping inside the room. He’s got a woman by her neck in a tight grip, dragging her along with him. Her top has been ripped off and her tits are swinging from left to right. He comes to a stop right next to his Prez and throws the woman on the floor next to him.

“Great,” Eliana mutters, “if they aren’t swinging dicks, they treat you to a nice set of tits. And they are perky. No bra.”

“I can see that,” Velma states. “I could never do that, mine are too big.”

“Yeah, same here,” Eliana replies.

Any other place in time I would have laughed my ass off. By the way Os is rubbing his mouth I can tell he shares that opinion.

That is until Kagan, the VP, that’s still holding the woman opens his mouth. “Ah, that one.” He eyes Eliana before his eyes go to Velma. “I already had a snatch to pump, now you want me to do your sister too?”

The idiot laughs but it’s cut short because his Prez hits him on the back of his head. “That disgusting piece of meat, tainted with human blood, is worthless. There’s no way that’s a part of me and she should never be referred as such. You should be throwing her to the ground instead of calling it her sister.”

The next moment Dedrick drops to his knees, holding his head while he screams in pain. Confusion spreads like wildfire around the bikers in the room.

“Who is the one that’s been thrown to the ground now, huh?” Eliana growls. “Still think I’m a worthless piece of meat that’s tainted with human blood?”

“Kill her,” Dedrick manages to croak at his men.

Some look at each other while about eight brace themselves to attack Eliana. Guess it’s time to show them who they’re exactly dealing with. Plan B, coming up.