~ 6 ~
A loud knocking came at my door seconds before it was kicked in.
I stayed under the hot water of my shower, letting the soap suds and water wash away any evidence I had on me. The curtain was pulled back abruptly and I stared out at the two ATF agents glaring in at me. Their guns were aimed at my face and I cocked an eyebrow at them and smiled, blinking away the water that ran down my face. One was male and the other female, both dressed in white shirts and black pants, and both of them cocky motherfuckers.
My smile crept higher up my face as I lifted my hands into the air, dropping the cloth I’d just been scrubbing myself with and giving a full-frontal show of my cock to both agents. The female one’s gaze automatically fell to my dick and my grin rose even higher.
“Well all right then, darlin’, you feel like joining me?” I drawled, and she blushed and looked back up at my face. “You know you want to.”
“Put your hands fucking up!” the male agent barked.
I let out a loud laugh and glanced up at my hands, which were still raised. Water continued to cascade down on my naked body, pounding against my hard muscles. The female agent reached in and grabbed my arm to drag me out, getting herself soaked in the process.
“Get out, now!” she yelled in my face, her mascara beginning to run.
She was attractive, if you liked the strict disciplinarian type. Hair tied back in a low bun thingy, no doubt matching white cotton panties and bra, but I bet she had a real dark side. Probably liked to walk across her boyfriend’s back in high heels while pouring wax over his asshole.
I stepped out of the shower and peered down at her. “You got a little something here,” I said, reaching down to wipe away some of the mascara with my thumb.
She slapped my hand away and started to drag me out of the room while I chuckled even louder.
Not sure whether she’d forgotten that I was completely fucking naked or she just didn’t care, but I entered the center of the clubhouse with my cock swinging, and leaving a trail of water behind me.
My brothers were already on the floor, facedown and hands behind their backs, while another agent aimed his gun at them. It was Vin who looked up first and saw me naked. He started to laugh, a deep, bass-y sound that reverberated through the room, and one by one my brothers all looked up and started to laugh too. A slow ripple moved through them all as I strutted over, cock swinging and a swagger in my step.
“What the fuck is going on here, brothers?” I asked. “I knew I was a pussy magnet, but this shit is getting ridiculous. Bitches coming in and dragging me out before I’ve even had chance to wash my motherfucking hair.”
That made everyone laugh even more, and I swear to this day that I saw one of the other agents standing guard over my brothers crack a grin.
“For God’s sake, Monroe, get him some pants, now!” the agent that was clearly in charge said, coming forward. He was dressed pretty much the same as the other two, but he had on a pair of thick-framed glasses.
Monroe, who was obviously the pretty little thing that was still manhandling my arm, looked down at my cock and then up at my face, her cheeks going red. Our eyes connected, and I grinned again.
“It’s okay, darlin’, I like a dominant woman.” I winked, and she let go of me and stepped back, clearly fucking embarrassed by the whole thing.
She stared daggers at the other agent that had been in the room with her, but he was too intent on comparing cock sizes with me to notice.
“Yeah, that’s right, keep comparing if you want your ego deflating a little more,” I snickered to him, and he snarled and looked away.
Another agent threw some pants to me, and they hit my chest with a loud thwack sound. I grabbed them and slid them on, slowly, before taking my place on the ground next to Mason.
“This your doing? You fuck up again and order a hooker instead of a pizza?” I snarked.
He chuckled, stopping only when an agent came and put a foot in his back, forcing him closer to the ground. I swiveled my head around to get a good look at the agent in question. It was the one that was in charge.
“Blue eyes, pale skin, hair like Dawson from Dawson’s motherfucking Creek, thick-framed glasses,” I said, my gaze narrowing as I moved down his body to the boot that was currently on Mason’s back. “Size seven army boots, little scuffed under the right heel like he has a limp.” I nodded, satisfied.
He scowled down me. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he asked, leaning down.
I smiled up at him. “Just making sure I don’t forget you after this ends. And it will end, and then we’ll see who’s in charge and whose foot is pressing another man into the ground.”
He had the good sense to look uncomfortable, and I grinned slyly.
“That’s right, motherfucker, your heartbeat probably jumped a bit then, thinking about all the ways I’m going to fuck you up.”
He glared down at me but there was no denying the fear on his face.
“All right, enough of the cock show. Where is it?” the lead agent asked, coming forward. He crouched down, getting close to Vin. “The truck, Marcus, where is it?” He looked over at the rest of us, his gaze lingering on me longer than necessary. “And the men involved…I’ll be taking them too.”
“Not sure what you mean, Agent Lear,” Vin replied. “And only my mama or my enemies call me by that name, you feel me?”
“Well, we’re not exactly friends now, are we, Marcus?”
“Oh, I don’t know. We’ve been connecting like this for so long now, I was beginning to see you as one of the family,” Vin sneered.
Agent Lear chuckled before leaning down closer to Vin’s face, and before I could blink he had punched Vin in the face twice, causing his lip to split and blood to trail down his chin. Big mistake.
“How’s that for family?” Agent Lear asked.
Vin licked the blood from his lip. “Just like fighting with my little brother. I let him get in a couple of shots too before I kicked his ass.”
Agent Lear’s smile dropped and he stood back up. “Cut the crap, Vin. Let me lay it out for you real simple, because I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding on how this is going to go down for you and this club. I want the truck with the drugs and I want the men that just shot and killed three of my agents. If I don’t get them, I’ll be taking your entire club down.”
Vin looked up, his gaze dark and hooded. “Fuckin’ try it and see what happens.”
Agent Lear rubbed his chin, clearly pissed the fuck off. He moved his gaze over us all, his eyes lingering on me for a second. “They were good men—families, wives, kids with no daddies now. You really protecting men that would do that?”
Vin glared up at Agent Lear. “I’m protecting no one. My men weren’t there, doing whatever it is you think they were, killing whoever it is that got your panties in a twist. But I tell you what, you let us up, get the fuck out of my club, and we’ll call it even. I’ll even send some flowers to the funerals of those nice young men you were just talking about.”
Agent Lear looked even more furious. Hatred pouring from him in a single glare, he shook his head and looked at the other agents. “Tear this place apart!” he yelled.
Two hours later and Agent Lear and his men were driving away with nothing but their sorry tails between their legs. They’d found guns, which were all registered and clean since the dirty weapons had been taken off site and hidden. And they’d found some pot, but nothing more than a couple of joints’ worth. Agent Lear promised to come back again—every week, no less—unless Vin changed his mind and gave him some names. And now there we all were, waving goodbye to the fucking ATF.
I was still in just a pair of jeans, and I scratched a hand across my bare stomach.
“I’m hungry,” I said, turning to go back inside.
I shook my head, looking at the mess they’d left behind. Couches were torn up, gashes sliced through every cushion; walls had huge holes in them, sledgehammers having made light work of them. Floorboards had been ripped up, leaving the cavity underneath exposed. Everything and anything had been trashed, right down to the old black-and-white photographs on the wall of past club members.
Vin was pissed.
Skate was still missing.
And Crank’s stitches had split open and he was bleeding again.
We were pretty much fucked.
“At least the drugs are safe,” Semi said as we surveyed the mess. “Not a total loss.”
“Not exactly a win though either, brother,” Vin replied. He looked over to Jase and Mason. “Call the women, tell them to get their asses over here to help us sort this shit out.”
Jase pulled out his cell and started to make some calls.
“Club meeting, now,” Vin yelled, and started toward the church.
Since JP and Buddy were down in Georgia and Skate was AWOL, there were only a handful of brothers around for the meeting. It took less than a minute to get all four of us seated. It was a sorry fucking state indeed. And I realized how much of a mess this club was really in and how easy it would be for Agent Lear to destroy it.
Vin slammed the gavel down and then looked over us all slowly. He pulled out his cigarettes and lit one, blowing out the smoke through his nose. I looked across at Crank, who was holding a towel to his shoulder. The bleeding had slowed again and we were waiting for the doctor to get back and fix his stitches that had torn.
“Something ain’t sitting right with me about today,” Vin said slowly. “There’s no way that anyone could have known about that drop since I changed it last minute, which leads me to only one conclusion.”
He blew out some smoke again, leaning back in his chair. It was obvious what he was getting at and I hoped he wasn’t about to put that shit on Crank and me or I was about to lose my fucking temper.
We hadn’t even wanted to stay, but had done so on their request.
If someone in the club was turned, it was one of his men.
And since Skate was still missing, the odds fell to him.
Hated the thought of that, and I wasn’t sure I even believed it, but no one had seen him at the drop point, and he’d insisted on riding on ahead of us.
It didn’t look good for him, but I still found it hard to believe that he’d trade in his club.
Semi looked just as angry as I did at the thought, his fury at the implication making his jaw click as he ground his back teeth.
“Don’t look at me like that, Semi, or I’ll rip you a new asshole. I don’t like this any more than you do.” Vin slammed his hand on the table.
Crank shook his head and leaned forward. “I don’t see it, Prez.” He looked across at me and I nodded in agreement. “You said ATF had been hanging around, ain’t like they don’t know what we do, they just can’t prove that shit. A tipoff? Nah, no way.” He shook his head and pulled out his cigarettes. “Don’t believe it was just luck either, but no brother of this club would do what you’re suggesting.”
Vin stood up, his hands flat on the table as he leaned down, his face tight with irritation and frustration. He looked up, his eyebrows pulled in tight. “So that means something else.”
“Bugs,” I said, and he nodded.
“Ain’t seen nothing,” Semi said with a shrug.
I shook my head at him. “That’s the fucking point, asshole!” I looked back over at Crank again. “You’re good with electronics and shit, right?”
“Yeah, whatever they have going will be running on a frequency. If I can find the frequency, I can find what they have and shut that shit down.” Crank cracked his knuckles.
Vin nodded and walked to the window. He gave a sigh as he surveyed the mess of the clubhouse. It was just stuff—walls, floors, sofas, all of it replaceable—but this ran deeper than just furniture and cosmetics. There was pride involved.
“You know that Agent Lear personally, Prez?” I asked, and Vin turned back around.
“Would you believe we used to chase the same girl?”
When I looked surprised, he grinned.
“He’s always been bitter that the better man got the girl. Shit’s coming down on the club now though, he’s making it more than just personal.” He sighed again and dragged a hand through his blond hair.
“Don’t let Lex hear you sighing like that over some bitch,” Semi laughed, and I shook my head at him. Semi looked over at me and Crank chuckled. “What?”
“It was Lex,” I replied.
“No way. Lex got dipped by an ATF shmuck.” He laughed. “Thought she had better taste than that!” He laughed again and Vin glared at him, looking like he was about to rip his head off.
“Shut the fuck up, Semi,” I growled out.
Semi, thankfully, shut the fuck up. “Sorry, Prez.”
Vin shook his head in annoyance. “Crank, get looking for the bug—right after you get seen by the doc again. Semi, take Jase and get out looking for Skate. Sketch, help me get this shit sorted out. I need to get JP and Buddy back here ASAP, but something is definitely going down in Georgia so it ain’t gonna be easy.”
He slammed the gavel down and Crank and Semi left the room. Vin sat back down in his chair and looked at me, his look serious. He lit another cigarette and I did the same.
“This club is in pieces. I hate to do this to you because I know you got plans and shit, but I need you and Crank to stick around for a little longer.”
“Already intended to, Prez,” I replied, and he looked relieved. “We’ll stick around until this shit is cleared up.”
“That’s good to hear, Sketch.”
I didn’t bother to tell him that I’d already had the idea of sticking around before this shit had gone down. Didn’t really seem relevant. The main thing was that Crank and I were staying for the foreseeable future.
Certainly until we found the bug and shut that shit down. We still had to find where the fuck Skate had gone to.
I sighed heavily. We’d help get this club back on its feet again before we went anywhere.
Besides, I wasn’t going anywhere until I’d had a taste of Nancy.