Chapter Fifteen
Cyrus
My brother laughs as we walk out of Poppin’ Cherries, pleased with himself for getting a quick blowjob before I managed to finish questioning the dancers who were working the night the club was raided. Seeing as the strip clubs’ owned by the MC and they don’t have any cctv, we can’t exactly just watch them back. Even though our club tries to be as straight as we can, shit happens and it always seems safer for us this way.
“It’s not like you to not have any fun in a strip club.” Zane teases as he stands beside his bike.
I give him the middle finger. “None of them were my type.”
“Bullshit!” Zane laughs loudly. “If a certain dark haired beauty covered in tattoos was in there, then you would be interested.”
“Or maybe I was just interested in finding the fuckers messing with our club?” I shove him away from me and go to my own motorcycle.
Zane frowns. “All of those questions made me feel like a fucking cop! I had to do something,” He scratches the back of his head. “Didn’t fucking like it.”
I laugh as I pull on my helmet and straddle my bike. Fucking Zane, any excuse to get his cock wet. As we ride towards the clubhouse, I can’t shake Drew from my mind. Thanks to my fucking brother I can’t stop thinking about having Drew on the end of my cock, all her tattoos on show and those intense grey eyes staring up at me. I shuffle on the bike as I begin to get uncomfortable from the hardness between my legs. It’s not always a good thing to have a big cock. Shit, if she hadn’t just lost the man she loves, I’d be all over her. Is it weird that she looks so beautiful as she mourns him? I never said I was fucking perfect.
Thankfully my dick has calmed down by the time we arrive at the clubhouse because we need to have a serious conversation with Prez. The clubhouse is packed as we walk through. Bunnies try to grab my attention by touching me and Rosy, who I slept with last week, even flashes her boobs. I give her a smile, but I’m put off a little from what Drew said the other day. She might not have an STD but the thought is still there and if you’re wondering, yes I did get myself checked out. I ain’t even chancing that shit.
Zane knocks on Prez’s office door. “Who is it?” He asks.
“Zane and Cyrus.” Zane shouts back through the wood and Prez shouts for us to enter.
Brace and Grim are with him when we walk inside.
“Close the door behind you.” Prez orders and I let Zane do the honours.
“We’ve been to talk with the girls who were at the strip club when the raid happened.” I inform Prez and Grim straightens.
“We already did that.” Grim frowns and I hold my hands up.
“Look, I don’t wanna piss anyone off but this ain’t a pissing contest.” I look between the three men. “We offered our help to try and dig these fuckers up, this is what we’re good at, but we weren’t here when you asked the girls when the raids happened. I need to know as much as I can so I can gut these pricks.” I look Grim right in the eye. “We alright with that?”
Prez and Brace now look to Grim, waiting on his reply. The VP nods, heavily sighing. “I’m fucking cool with it, but next time let me know where you’re going. I could have come with ya.”
Zane laughs from behind me. “Aw that’s cute VP, but we don’t need a baby sitter.”
Grim glares, but Prez and Brace try to hold in their laughing. I don’t think Grim is that angry though because he flashes Zane the middle finger and shakes his head.
“It’s great to have you back.” Grim sarcastically adds.
Prez then tilts his head to the side, rolling his eyes. “Ok, if we’re done swinging our dicks around, I’d like to know if you managed to get anything from the girls, because all we managed to get the first time around was, ‘big scary men.’”
“Well, you didn’t have us did you?” Zane taunts.
“What my brother means to say, is that Zane and I have techniques with women.” I smirk.
Brace laughs. “And what would that be?”
“Get answers by any means necessary.” Zane wiggles his eyebrows, making circular movements with his finger.
Grim shakes his head, but he’s wearing a big smile and so are Prez and Brace.
“So, did you manage to find out anything from giving the girls special attention?” Asks Prez as he mocks Zane’s motion by circling his own finger in the air.
“Yep.” I reach into my pocket and fetch the piece of paper I need to show Prez. “The girls remembered a badge that the men were wearing and I asked her to try and draw it.”
I hand the paper over to Prez and his eye brows shoot up when he sees the drawing. “Well, she’s no fucking artist is she?” He laughs loudly.
Zane steps closer to prez’s desk, leaning over to look at the drawing I just handed over. “Doesn’t look like anything to me Prez.”
Prez lays the paper down on his desk and reaches for a pen. “But if you imagine this,” he points to a line that the stripper had drawn and adds a couple more. A few more squiggles added somewhere else and he leans back to now look at the picture.
“Fuck.” I look up to the ceiling, I can’t believe I didn’t see it before. “That looks pretty fucking similar to the Devil Chaser’s.”
Grim leans on the desk with both hands. “Shit.”
Prez gets up from his seat, coming to stand in between me and Zane. He slaps us on the backs, nodding. “Well done boys, keep up the good work and we’ll catch the fuckers soon.”
Prez continues walking past us and opens the door.
“Where are you going Dad?” Grim asks him.
Sighing, Prez turns around. “The man we have in the warehouse might be a member of the Devil Chaser’s, I’m going to give him a little visit.”
This fucking hurts. Our club has bad history with The Devil Spawn and the fact that the drawing of a badge the men were wearing matches similarities with The Devil Chaser’s fucking hurts because the clubs are connected. If he’s connected to the Devil Chaser’s that means he’s also close to the Devil Spawn, or may even be an old Devil Spawn member seeing as the last few men flew to The Devil Chaser’s.
“Have fun.” I salute him, as we part ways.
Prez laughs, and he sounds like the dangerous Kings President we all know. “Fucking will do Cyrus.”
Grim and Brace follow Prez while Zane and I walk into the clubhouse bar. There’s some music playing and drinks are flowing. Zane pats me on the back as he passes me to the bar and that’s when I see the troublesome Drew. I take a minute to watch her, she’s wearing a short sleeved shirt so her skilled tattoos are all on show. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and my hands twitch to pull on it. Drew’s sat on a guy’s lap, beer in hand and laughing. She looks like she’s in a great mood and it’s probably because that’s not her first beer tonight. I begin to walk towards her, watching the men around her and I don’t like the way the man’s hands are placed on her waist and upper thigh.
There’s three other men sitting around Drew and the man’s whose lap she’s sat on. Their laughter stops when they see me, and I look down at Drew. She smiles up at me, a huge, toothy grin and I shake my head. The man under her looks up at me, obviously shitting himself when he realises who I am. These men love her, more than I think she realises herself. The way they watch her and care about her is obvious but it’s more than that. She’s the perfect Old Lady and most of these men would kill for her. She’s a club princess who is now single, but no matter how sad her story is, men still want her, including me.
“You’re drunk.” I look back to Drew.
Drew adorably rolls her eyes. “Well hello there Mr. Obvious.” She giggles.
The man’s hands who are all too familiar with Drew’s waist begin to rub her back and I glare down at him. He must sense my stare and looks up, his eyes widen when he looks at me and he quickly moves from underneath her. Drew complains from being moved about but I feel a lot better when all four men leave us alone.
“Why did you scare them off?” She asks with a little pout.
I take the seat closest to her. “Who says I scared them off?”
“Me.” Drew sways in her seat.
“Well they shouldn’t be pussies then, should they?” I sneer and Drew laughs.
“Cyrus, you’re one of the most feared men in this club. Of course they’re going to run away.” I don’t think she would have said that if she wasn’t so tipsy.
“Were you going to take him home?” I can’t help but ask.
Drew laughs even louder. “Fuck no!”
“He thought you were.” I point out and before she can argue back I shake my head. “Trust me, I know.”
“Then he should know better.” She holds her head high. “Nobody can replace Sketch.” Without thinking, she rubs at her eyes as she gets a little emotional. Drew eyes me curiously. “Why are you being nice?”
This time, I’m the one to laugh. “I’m always fucking nice, you’re the one who’s always picking a fight.”
Drew shrugs. “You’re always asking for an argument.” She sips on her beer some more. “I think you love having a fight with me, is that your kink?” Drew tilts her head as she watches me. “You wanna tie me up and punish me for picking fights?”
The image of Drew, naked and tied up, completely at my mercy enters my mind and my cock immediately jumps to attention.
“Sounds like a great fucking plan.” I stare into her eyes and Drew keeps eye contact, daring me to look away.
Drew begins to blush and eventually looks away. She stands and sways on her feet so I get up and help her.
“I’m ready to go home.” She mumbles.
“Is that an invitation babe?” I ask laughing and she frowns at me, trying to move from my hold but my grip firms. “Relax, I’m fucking with ya. Let me take you home.”
“I’m fine by myself.” She argues.
“No D, I’m taking you home.”
“What’s going on?” Scrappy appears, watching me hold Drew up.
“Your cousin’s drunk so I’m taking her home.” I let him know but Drew begins to argue again.
Scrappy shakes his head. “Prez will be pissed to see you in this state Drew.” Looking to me, he tells me to take her home and make sure she’s safe.
I nod my head in reply and lead Drew outside. I haven’t got a car, being a nomad it’s easier to have a motorcycle and I’ve never needed one before, but right now a car would be useful. Drew is in no fit state to ride on the back of my bike and I don’t know if it would be right for her to ride bitch. It’s a pretty obvious statement when a biker has a girl on the back of his bike.
“You come here in your car?” I ask her and without another word, she hands me her keys from her bag.
We get into Drew’s car, with me obviously sitting in the driver’s side. For the first few minutes it’s silent but then Drew heavily sighs. “You can use my car to go back after.”
“What?” I ask.
“When you drop me off, go back to the clubhouse and have some fun.” Drew has her window down, letting the breeze hit her face. “I’ve fucked up your fun.”
Ignoring her, we pull up in front of the salon. “Where shall I park?” I ask her. “I ain’t taking your car back, I’ll get someone to either bring my bike or come fetch me.”
Drew nods and instructs me to go around the back, tells me the codes to her garage and I pull up inside carefully. When I get out, I see two bikes parked side by side and they look sick as fuck. I walk over to them, trailing my finger along the machine, admiring them. I hear Drew get out the car and she’s suddenly beside me. We both look at the bikes and I don’t need to ask her who these belong to.
“Do you know how to ride these?” I ask her and a sad smile spreads across her face.
“The one you’re touching right now is mine.”
I turn to look at her. “You shitting me?”
“No.” She laughs. “Sketch bought it for me, the other one is his. I rode it to his funeral.”
This girl continues to impress me. Without another word Drew turns around and approaches a door that wouldn’t look out of place in some maximum security prison. I hear the beeps as she enters a code, which closes the garage door at the same time as the secured door opens.
“You wanna come up?” She turns to ask.
“Sure, I did tell Scrappy I would make sure you’re safe.” I wink.
I follow her inside a hallway as the door closes behind me. As we climb the stairs, Drew laughs. She walks in front of me and it’s fucking hard to not trip up the steps because I’m too interested in watching her ass sway then look where I’m walking.
“My dad made sure my apartment was one of the safest places.” She giggles. “Even the garage is highly secure.”
“If I had a daughter I would want to keep her safe.” I nod and she turns to look at me, shock written all over her face.
“You?” She asks. “Having a child?”
I hold my hands up. “I never said anything about me having a kid, I said ‘if I had.”
Drew smirks. “You probably do have a secret child out there.”
“Don’t fucking scare me like that.” I place a hand over my heart and it only makes her laugh even more as she enters yet another code into the wall which opens another door. This time we step inside a kitchen and I quickly take it in. “Nice place.”
“Thanks.” Drew places her bag on a table and asks if I want a drink. I accept and she grabs two beers from the fridge and leads me to the sofa. “So what did you go and see my dad for?”
I nearly choke on my beer. “You know I can’t tell you.”
Drew shrugs. “I know I shouldn’t be asking, but I think I have a right to know about anything linked to Sketch’s death.”
I nod. “I agree, but I have a feeling Prez wouldn’t want me telling you.” Her face falls and I feel like shit. “I will tell you that we’re a little closer to finding who took your man from you though.”
At hearing this her eyes light up. “Really?”
I shouldn’t be telling her anything connecting to club business, but seeing her face right now tells me that I did the right thing.
“I appreciate you telling me that Cyrus.” Her face tells me she’s sincere and I nod my head, not wanting to say anything and sounding like a soppy bitch. “So, how are you liking being back home?”
“It’s weird.” I admit. “But it feels good to be back, and catch up.”
She smiles. “Catching up with who?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I tease her and she giggles.
Talk turns to our childhood and Drew becomes horrified when I accuse her of having an adorable crush on me. Her cheeks turn bright red and she slaps me on the arm but it’s not long for the door to open and I jump up from the sofa, hand on my gun just in case. In walks Maci with wide eyes at seeing my stance and I relax.
“Fuck me Cyrus.” Maci closes the front door behind her.
“Hey, I’ve been ordered to make sure Drew’s safe.” I hold my hands up. Drew rolls her eyes but she has a smile, so I think I’m good.
Maci’s eyes go from me to Drew, taking in the scene and a smirk spreads over her face. “I’ll leave you two to it.”
“It’s fine.” I grab my jacket and tuck my gun away. I approach Drew from behind the sofa, kissing the top of her head and I feel her stiffen. “Catch ya later.”
“OK.” Drew sighs and as I walk by Maci, I pull her close and kiss her on the forehead. Maci smiles in return and I look back to Drew, saluting her before I step out the door.
As I walk outside, I have to shake myself because I feel fucking weird. I’ve never felt this primal and protective feeling towards anyone in my fucking life. Not even my own mother. I know that’s fucked up, but it is what it is. When it comes to Drew, I don’t know what the fuck is happening but I’m not going to think about it too much. Shit like that messes with my head. The right thing to do is stay away from her, but after spending time with her today and seeing a side of her that’s not angry with me makes me wanna stick around her for a while. Even before today, I don’t think I could keep my distance, I’ve never met a woman like her and trust me, I’ve met a lot of women. Her tattoos are fucking beautiful and her dark hair makes her greyish eyes pop. I usually gravitate towards blondes, but since I’ve come back, I can’t ignore Drew. I know I’m not a good guy, I torture men for a living for fucks sake, but I am who I am. The men in the MC both respect and fear me but I don’t want Drew to be scared of me and that’s a first. Truthfully, I’m afraid of her and what she’s unknowingly doing to me. Drew is dangerous.
I spot Zane parked out front and he widens his eyes in annoyance when he sees me. “It’s about fucking time!”
I can’t help but smile. “You’re a good boy for waiting.”
I jump straight into the car my brother has borrowed because I don’t want him shouting outside Drew’s apartment. He quickly joins me and we drive back to the club. It doesn’t take Zane long though to start fucking asking a shit ton of questions.
“So, what were you doing at Drew’s?”
“She was drunk and I took her home.” I answer and Zane laughs, shaking his head.
“Yeah well, I know that you’ve been gone for at least 90 minutes.” He smirks. “Doesn’t take that long to escort a woman home.”
I sigh. Fucking Zane. “Shut up Zane.”
“Unless,” he continues, sounding too pleased with himself. “You had a taste? I know you’ve been dying to.”
I see red. “You’re such an annoying dickhead!” I scream and even Zane seems shocked at my outburst. I don’t have time to think about it. “Shut the fuck up and stop asking me questions. She was drunk and I took her home, we talked and that’s it! No tasting or anything sexual!” Zane opens his mouth but before he can saying anything I interrupt. “And I didn’t get a fucking blow job!”
Zane slams his mouth shut and looks forward, concentrating on driving. I look out the window, just waiting for my brother to add something else. He can’t help himself.
“What the fuck has she done to you bro?” He laughs. “Shit!”
Without even looking back at him, I flip him the middle finger and try my best to ignore his smug grin aimed at me.