Four days later…
Sitting at the small round table in front of the crappy hotel window, I watch across the street as Saint and Sinner leave with yet another new woman from that shitty little bar we’ve been going to. I don’t know where these bitches come from; it seems like they multiply each night that we’re there.
I’m not complaining; having my cock sucked regularly has been pretty fucking nice. It’d be even better if I found someone worth fuckin’ though. The women available have been run through time and again. They serve their purpose when it comes to pleasing ya, but I’m not trying to stick my dick in one and have a bitch fall in love or some dumb shit.
The truth is, I’ve shown up every single night hoping to catch that sexy ass blonde chick I saw the first time my brothers, and I stopped in. We had come straight over after we handled some business for the MC. It was Saturday night, and she hasn’t been back since; even the bartender confirmed that she hadn’t seen her either.
I’m wondering if maybe ‘cause it was the weekend? Regardless, I can’t shake that mouth and those tits from my mind. I go to sleep thinking about them and wake up hard as fuck. I can only imagine what she’d feel like wrapped around me, hot and wet, her little cunt throbbing as I make her come.
She could be a college chick, maybe looking to play with some bad boys to get her kicks or some shit. Wouldn’t surprise me, it’s happened before. I have no problem whatsoever showing her just what a real fuckin’ bad boy is.
I’d fuck her twenty ways to Sunday. She’d be begging me to stop ‘cause she wouldn’t be able to stand up anymore. That’s what a real man would do with a piece of ass like hers.
Turned on again, I unclasp the button on my jeans and reach inside to start pumping my thick cock. Giving it an extra tight squeeze, I picture her tightness clasping down, grinding, while I made her scream.
Fuck! I groan, full of need. Pumping a few times, my thoughts switch to her tits bouncing while she rides me. My sac keeps tightening more and more, my balls ready to explode.
Pulling my eyes away from my throbbing length, a near silent gasp escapes my mouth as I watch a platinum blonde’s ass in a short black skirt. She sashays across the gravel parking lot; her arm looped through another chick’s, and the sight of her hips swinging has warm jets of my seed splashing onto my shirt.
The sun’s setting so I can just make out everything perfectly, and I’d bet fifty bucks it’s the bitch I was just dreaming of. Like a freshman excited for his first fuck, I jump from my chair. Pulling my jeans closed, I stuff my wallet in my back pocket.
Most of the guys are already over there, so I’ll join them until I’m able to make certain it’s her. Better get over there quick before someone else attempts to get in her pants like that fucking Prospect from last weekend. I wanted to beat his ass so badly after she disappeared but held myself back. My brothers seem to like this bar for some reason, so I’m trying to keep the peace.
Saint and Sinner have been in their room mere minutes when I head outside and can already hear the chick they had with them moaning loudly. Her long wails remind me of a cat in heat, maybe the rest of us will get lucky too, and they’ll gag the bitch. It’s not often they go off with someone alone. One would think they’d get tired of sharing all the time, I damn sure couldn’t handle that shit.
The highway’s never busy, so I amble on across and make my way through the pebbled gravel parking lot. Headed toward the entry, my gaze settles on a shiny group of bikes parked out front. My curiosity’s peaked because none of them belong to the Nomads or the other regulars that’ve been here all week.
They’ll be straight as long as they stay the fuck out of my way.
The music from the jukebox pours outside as I head through the entrance and spot my brothers. Tucked back in the corner, they all sit facing the majority of the room. One thing about these guys, even if they’ve been drinking all day, they’ll keep their guards up. The Nomads stay ready in case shit goes south. Never knew a group like that before and had come to appreciate them. It makes a hell of a difference knowing someone else has your six.
Scot nods hello as I make my way over to them. As I return it, Spider’s fist pops out in front of me so I can bump knuckles with him. “’Sup, Vike?”
“Spidey.”
Damn sure could use a drink; I sound like I just woke up.
“Brother.” Nightmare nods in acknowledgment as I sit near him at the high top.
“Figured it was time for a cold one.” I’m here to check out a female. Not that I plan on alerting them or the fucking media to it, though. Keeping her to me will be tricky, but I’ll figure it out. None of these fuckers need a sample; that’s for damn sure.
Stacy, a part-time bar girl, sets a glass bottle down in front of me. It’s chilled enough that the amber colored glass is foggy, letting me know that she listened to me and grabbed it from the bottom of the beer cooler.
Taking the first sip, the alcohol hits my tongue like a burst of refreshing, icy bliss. God, I love it when bitches listen to me, and a good, cold beer.
“Would you like anything else to drink, Viking?” She cuts straight to it. Stacy doesn’t try the bullshit flirting or anything like that. Setting her straight on day one, I let her know that I’m not some ass clown in here she can fool. Since then, we’ve been cool, and I tip her better. Like tonight, this beer just got her a kick-ass tip.
“Nope, I’m good. How’s your night so far?”
“Same as always.” She smiles, and I nod. “If you decide to change it up, let me know.”
Handing her a five, she attempts to give me my change, but I ignore it. She smiles and then takes off back toward the bar.
Once Stacy’s out of my line of sight, my eyes search her out. My gaze meets hers, and it hits me that she was already staring at me. I’m betting that she watched me from the moment I walked through the door.
Is she just checking me out? Or could she be jealous that Stacy was over here smiling? Nah, she’s way too happy right now to be the bitter type. She and the little friend she’s here with are playing a game of pool, giggling and drinking what looks like their second beer already.
Glancing around, I find that damn near every other motherfucker in the place is watching them as well. I haven’t even sampled her yet, and she already has my adrenaline spiking. I can’t remember a time when a chick has had my body humming like this, and especially it being from someone peeping on her.
A few scrawny bastards whistle as hot chick bends over to make her shot and my insides stir something fierce. My hands tingle, feeling like I could break a fool’s fingers one by one for touching her.
I don’t know if it’s ‘cause I haven’t fucked in a whole minute or what, but she’s got my dick wanting to stand loud and proud under this damn table. That’s the last thing I want my brothers popping off, giving me shit for right now. I’m going to let her have some fun with her friend for a little while before making a move. She’ll get a couple more drinks in her and probably loosen up some so she won’t bolt again when I speak to her.
Sipping my beers, the night drags on with me sitting quietly, attempting to learn everything about her from afar. My brothers start to notice my unusual drinking activity and eventually realize I’m not paying them any attention, but instead, giving it all to her. I can’t stop either.
The way her calves flex when she walks around the pool table in her sky-high shoes, makes me want to grab her wrists one handed, behind her back and bend her over. Then her long silky hair brushes the top of her ass every time she moves. It’s fucking taunting me, waiting for me to wrap it around my fist and pull it. Sweetheart has no idea the type of hell I’d put her through, to bring her pleasure.
Taking another swallow of beer, I imagine yet another way I’d have her. This time, she’d be on her knees, cheeks flushed and begging me to let her swallow my cum. Letting loose a growl at the image, my brothers turn to me, eyebrows cocked.
Nightmare hikes his lip up slightly, almost in a grin, but not completely. He doesn’t ever really smirk or smile. “Talk to her.”
Scot chuckles. “Aye laddie, the lass would probably love a good ride.” I shoot him a glare just as the hot chick shouts to her friend that she’s going to go out for a quick smoke. She glances at me briefly as she’s declaring it, almost like an invitation.
She saunters closer to our table and as she does, her lashes lower, and her lip slightly pouts. I already wanted that luscious mouth the first time I saw her. With that bottom lip out a bit, it’s doing fucking insane things to the rock hard cock in my jeans.
She checks me out from head to toe the entire time that she passes us. Swinging those hips a little too much, knowing damn well that she has every brother’s attention at our table. It’s so goddamn seductive and obvious; it hits me that it’s no innocent invitation. It’s a fucking dare. She doesn’t think I’ll actually go out there. Challenge accepted.
Like a dumbass, she strolls down the hallway toward the bathrooms. No doubt that she’s going out the back door to have a smoke all alone. Doesn’t she have any means of self-preservation? She can’t announce that shit and then amble on out alone.
Some guy posted up against the wall near the same hall, follows her, easily catching up. I watch as the idiot smiles all friendly-like and holds the door for her. It’s probably a good time to have my own smoke. I hadn’t seen him out in the bar, so I have no clue who the fuck he is.
“I’mma smoke.” Grumbling, I stand and think of squirrels in pink tutus to get my dick to go soft. The brothers nod, continuing with their conversation that I wasn’t paying any mind to.
Stopping along the way, the alcohol’s set in so I take a piss. Then head outside as well.
The door closes, engulfing the classic rock, leaving me in the quiet, humid night. Leaning against the building, I fish my cigarettes out of my front jeans pocket, shaking them so one pops out enough that I can put it straight to my lips. Shoving the packet back into my pocket, I dig my fingers around until they find my Zippo, and it comes out next.
Flipping the top open, I flick it, so the bright orange and blue flame comes to life as I cup my other hand around it, lighting my cigarette. Closing the lid, I stuff the non-descript metal Zippo back in my pocket and inhale a long, relieving drag, just as I hear the first low whimper.
Holding my breath and remaining still, my gaze starts to scan over everything around me. Nothing pops out, but I know what I heard. There’s a small brick building about twelve paces away, most likely for the bar storage. A dim light hangs from behind the poorly built structure, not doing much to illuminate the area.
A pained cry comes next, louder, echoed by another; this one tainted with anger. Off to the side of the storage, it’s shadowed, but I’m able to make out what looks to be a struggle happening.
Launching off the small porch, I bring the cigarette to my lips and inhale another deep drag before tossing it off into the gravel. With large, quick strides, I make my way over to the shadowed area. Remaining as quiet as possible, I creep the last few paces to get a good look at what’s going on. It could be a wild fuck for all I know, or it could be someone getting attacked.
The shady looking guy from the hallway has the blonde shoved up against the brick, ripping at her clothes. She’s not giving it freely, but fighting for her fucking life, pounding her petite fists into him over and over. He slams her into the building, frustrated, going for her lacey bra next and she emits a wounded whimper from impact, the sound stabbing into my soul.
Consumed by his dick, shady fuck hisses, “I’ve watched those bikers show up and take all the women around here, well not you. I’m fucking you, no matter if I have to kill you first or not.”
Her hands fly toward his face, attempting to shove him away. “Get off of me you piece of shit!” she cries.
The rage inside grows, overtaking and overwhelming any bit of self-control that I once possessed. My body vibrates as I’m unable to hold myself back any longer, nor do I want to. Blood rushes through my body, my veins pumping full as the adrenaline hits me full force, wanting to explode. Deep red, the color of blood, begins to cloud my vision from witnessing someone physically hurt her like this, to hear the fear and helplessness in her sweet voice.
“She said no, motherfucker,” I rasp, angrily. It takes so much to utter those simple words and not just rip him from her, but I don’t want to frighten her more by slaughtering him in front of her.
He turns toward me with a snarl painted on his lips, but I give him no time to react. Eagerly wrapping my hand around his throat, I lift him completely off the ground. Thrusting him forward, I beat his skull into the wall. His head emits a loud smack sound each time it crashes against the rough brick, totaling three times.
It dazes shady fuck enough for me to glance toward the shaken woman. Her red lipstick’s all over her mouth and chin, her mascara smeared down her cheeks from her tears, dirtying her up a bit. I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful before.
Her gratitude-filled blue eyes meet mine like I’m some sort of fucking hero or a saint. As the wetness continues to trail over her cheeks, it ignites an entirely different creature. The urge to breed—to fuck her into submission—grows rampant. The animal wanting to claw it’s way free and take over what this shady fuck was about to do.
I never said I was a decent man. Upstanding citizen hasn’t ever fit in my description. There are these thoughts I have; it doesn’t mean I’ve acted on them before. But fuck if it isn’t the strongest right now, wanting to take this bitch and ride her hard.
The asshole starts to squirm, my grip slipping slightly and stealing me out of the spell. “Go,” I grunt and tighten my hold.
“O-okay.” She swallows, pulling her shirt front together attempting to hide her bra, from where the douche ripped it completely open.
Her tall heels are forgotten as she takes off in a sprint toward the front of the building. Fumbling along the way, she calls someone, continuing to run. Probably her friend, to let her know what happened.
Shady fuck moves again, and I release my grip. He falls, stumbling to catch his balance as I plant a powerful punch to his gut, causing him to gasp for air.
“Who the fuck are you?” Stomping my heavy boot into his foot, I grind my heel down, planting him in place.
“Fuck you Oath Keeper!” he replies stubbornly.
I’ve always been an impatient man, hitting first and asking questions later. This idiot got a courtesy and didn’t even realize it. My curiosity wanted answers, but my need for punishment wins out.
Pulling the small hatchet from my belt, I let loose a dark chuckle at what I’m about to do. I wanted to laugh when I was hitting him against the wall, but I would’ve terrified the beauty. Without another thought, I flash a grin and impale the blade of my ax into the top of his skull. It’s not an easy feat, but I’ve had many times to practice throughout the years, and not to mention my size.
The brother’s call me Viking for a reason, with my thighs resembling small tree trunks and my arms massive enough to make grown men cringe. My height easily dwarfs the average man; hell, I even tend to make the bigger ones look feeble when standing near me—if they have the guts to get that close in the first place. Usually, if the size doesn’t scare them, then it’s the Nordic Viking tattoos all over my body and the hatchet I keep on me.
There’s a large gasp on impact, and my gaze flies to his expression. His eyes widen in shock, his mouth gaping in a horrific, tortured scream as I use both hands to wiggle the conveniently sized ax back out. It’s wedged snuggly into the hard shell of his skull and takes some plying to remove. My favorite part’s when they scream like this. Their eyes always widen with terror and disbelief that I’m going to kill them, and it’s going to be painful.
Once the blade’s free, he becomes motionless, staring like he’s in a trance and I bring the hatchet down again. This time, the sharp object reaches far enough into the brain to do the damage I was craving. The man’s once evil gaze glosses over as he falls to the ground, his life finished.
My dick hardens further as the rush of adrenaline sets in with the fact that I just killed for her. She’s mine. My body hums in triumph.
With that one thought, I know I’d do it again. I’d kill for her as many times needed, no matter the reason. There’s something about her that speaks to my darkness. It’s fucking with my mind; I know absolutely nothing about her.
Hearing the bar door, I turn from the shady fucker and notice the chick’s black heels she’d left behind in her haste. The light hits the shoes just enough to pick up the glossy texture and make them shine. They stand out like that stupid fairytale the girls in grade school used to talk about. Only I’m no Prince Charming, more like the big, bad wolf ready for dinner.
“Vike?” Spider rounds the corner, flicking a glance at the dead guy on the ground then to me. He watches as I place my hatchet into its holster on my leather belt. “You need some help dumping the body?”
“Appreciate it, brother,” I reply, and he fist-bumps me.
This is a prime example of why I’m a part of this crew; they always have your back no matter the situation. There’s not a bunch of bullshit questions or accusations, and the best part of all, they’re all pretty fucked up in the head just like me.
“You wanna bury or burn it?”
There’s a river not too far away, so I have a different idea that may not gain us attention or make us get all tired and filthy from digging. The only way I’d get dirty tonight would be if a sexy Cinderella were involved.
“Do you still have that container of liquid acid in your saddlebag?”
“Yeah. Fuck, you’re gonna melt him?”
“I’m thinking we could pour some over his face and head where I hit him, and then dump the body in that river back there.” I gesture into the darkness toward the sounds of rushing water.
Texas got so much rain this past week that it’s been causing major flooding. The river here is up seven feet so far and still rising; authorities and weathermen are calling for everyone to stay away for fear of injuries and drownings. They’ve even closed some of the lakes as well. I’m betting it’s the perfect scenario to dump a body easily. I could probably dump a dozen before anyone noticed.
“Good idea. I’ll get it real quick.” He takes off in a rush toward the front parking lot where his bike’s located.
I’m drawn back to the shoes. Bending, I pick them up and inspect them closer. Her calves in these were utterly fucking sinful.
They look tiny in my hands and Cinderella’s no small woman. I’d guess her to be around five foot eight or a little taller, but her shoes still look petite. There’s nothing significant about the heels or on them to help me figure out who she could be.
Bringing them to my nose, I inhale, wanting some hint of her scent. I’m pleasantly surprised to find that they smell flowery. I’m guessing she must’ve put lotion on her feet before wearing them tonight.
I take another deep sniff like some psycho stalker, but I couldn’t be fucked about that. She smells good—edible. This is the scent I would most likely incur as I ran my tongue up her calves, biting into the muscle tenderly while reveling in her smooth skin. You know it has to be soft; bitches like that always feel like they’re an entirely different breed than the rest of us.
Spider hurries back; his chains secured to his wallet jingling with each step as he carefully carries the container. He peers over at the shoes I’m clutching for a moment, confused, but keeps his questions about them to himself.
“You want me to grab one of his legs so we can drag him?” His gesture doesn’t go unnoticed. I know he only offered so I wouldn’t have to put down the woman’s heels and I won’t forget it the next time he needs a brother to back him on something. Little shit like that goes a long way with me.
“Appreciate it, brother.” I nod, carefully holding the pumps to my body and grab the right leg of the dead man.
Spider lifts the left ankle, holding the acid with his other hand as we set about dragging him in the dark toward the sounds of the river. He’s fairly easy to move, save for him occasionally getting hung up on small bushes and what not. We both take careful strides; you never know where a snake hole or a dip may be, and I’m not trying to carry Spider’s ass back ‘cause he rolled his ankle not paying attention.
The aroma of rich topsoil grows stronger as we near the river’s edge. The odor eventually becomes murkier—like muddy rainwater as we arrive at the bank.
We each drop the dead weight. Spider cautiously opens the acid, handing the container to me.
“Wait,” he grumbles, pulling his cell phone out. The screen illuminates as he taps on it a few times. Eventually, a bright light shines out of it. “Flashlight app.” He grins, pleased with himself.
“Nice.”
Stepping toward the dude’s head, but not too close, I tip the acid all over his face and the top of his skull where I had chopped a nice sized hole in it with my ax.
“Is it working?”
“I don’t know. You sure do talk a lot when we’re attempting to quietly dispose of a body, though.”
“We’re usually riding or drinking. Can’t do much talking when there’s a loud engine or music blaring.”
“It’s weird.”
“I don’t like the quiet.”
Shrugging, I hand him the acid and the shoes.
I’m not checking if the guy’s face is melted off; it’s an image I can live without. I’ve gotten used to the blood and broken bones over the years, but I’ve never seen anyone melted before. The toxic smell floating in the air is enough to tell me not to look.
Not wanting to get any of that shit on me in case it really does burn your skin off, I turn the shady fuck over on his side and lift him, so his back is facing me. Inhaling a deep breath of burnt skin and damp earth, I powerfully toss his body out in front of me, biting my lip until I hear the splash of him hitting the water.
Spider shines his phone light over the water in front of us, and then along the banks. Either it’s too dark, and we aren’t seeing him, or the body landed in a good spot and is busy floating away.
“I need a beer,” he mumbles after a beat.
“Fuck beer; I want whiskey.” I need a sexy-ass blonde who wears super high black heels also, but I leave that part out.
Taking the shoes from him, we make the short trek back to the bar.