Beautiful Outlaw (22 page)

“Red didn’t call and let you know he was back?” He asks, his mind going in the same direction as mine.

“No, he called in about an hour ago.  Cash was still MIA at that time.”

He lets out a low drawn out whistle.  “Fuck, brother. He got back to Rich Hill and came to your house before he went to the clubhouse. That doesn’t sound good.”

It isn’t.  The fact that he was near her scares the shit out of me.  For some reason, it also has me thinking of everything else that could go wrong.  Without asking myself why I’m doing it, I pick up my phone again and shoot a quick message to Lock. 
Everything good on your end?

He replies a second later.
  He’s still holding tight.

I let out a relieved breath and place the phone in my pocket.  At least I don’t have to worry about Marcus’ ass showing up while I’m away. He was back home from his trip before I left Kentucky, and Lock is keeping a close eye on him.  Now, all I have to worry about is Cash. 

Finally, I reply to Rollo.  “No, brother.  It’s not good.  I don’t want his ass anywhere near my woman.”

“Do you think Toke called him about the delay? I know he hasn’t said shit, but he hasn’t taken his eyes off us.  He knows something ain’t right.”

I look over to where Toke is nursing a beer at a table near the corner of the bar.  It took some fast thinking to explain our delay.  In the end, I was forced to get our original customers to call in asking to push back the drop off.  That little phone call cost me a thousand dollars, but it was the only thing I could think of to keep Toke from asking question and maybe tipping Cash off. 

“I don’t think so,” In my gut, I know his visit didn’t have shit to do with this run. 

Tin leans forward in his seat to look past Rollo and meet my eyes.  “What did he want?”

I cock a brow at him, letting him know the answer to his question without words.  My brother knows Cash as well as I do, and we both know he wants Shay because she’s mine.  “I told Tag to show her the safe room.  If he comes back, she’ll hide out in there.”

“I don’t like the idea of that punk knowing about our stash,” Rollo remarks, throwing back a shot of whiskey.

I don’t either, but I didn’t have a fuckin’ choice.  Grandpa extended the basement, not long after he bought the house in ’72.  It was a few years after he and his buddies started the Outlaws.  At the time, the local boys were all over their asses, wanting to shut the club down.  He wanted a safe place to store the drugs that funded the club, and his basement became that safe spot. 

When he died, he left the house to me.  I didn’t even know it was mine, until I came out of the Army.  By that time, the club had moved everything out of the house.  The basement storage had all but been forgotten when I moved in.  When I realized my father was running the Outlaws into the ground, I made some improvements to the basement, turning part of it into a safe room.  The old basement is now rock solid, and nothing less than dynamite can break through those walls. 

A few years ago, I started taking a little off the top from our guns runs.  Just a crate or two here and there, but enough to give us something to help take Cash out.  We have the fire power if he decides to fight us.  We also have product we can sell, to help us get our shit flush once he’s out of the President’s chair. 

Shaking off the thoughts, I look to Rollo. “I can trust the kid.  He’s not gonna tell shit to Cash.”

Don’t ask me how, but I know my words are true.  Within a day of meeting Shay, I knew the boy would lay his life on the line for her.  He’s never had a mom, and he’s sucking up every bit of the affection she throws his way.  

“The boy wouldn’t do shit that would get Shay hurt,” Tin-Man adds, proving he had noticed Tag’s devotion to my woman too.

He’s about to say more, when a woman walks up to the bar.  She’s one of the waitresses here, the one we are using to take Toke out of commission.  The drug she put in his drink won’t kill him, but it will keep him on his ass long enough to for us to get our job done.  She stops beside Tin and says, “It’s done.  Give him five and he’ll be out.”

Tin nods, “Thanks, Randi.”

Her eyes narrow at him.  “Thank me by giving me my damn money.”

Her tone shocks the shit out of me.  I’ve known this bitch for a year or so now.  Not once in that entire time have I heard her raise her voice to a customer.  She’s always been a quiet mouse that seemed out of place in a biker bar.  When it came to Tin, her shyness was even worse.  She couldn’t meet his eyes and her cheeks would be as red as fire.  A blind man could see she wanted him, and he gave her what she wanted a few months ago.  Guess she’s pissed he didn’t come back for seconds.

“I’ve already cleared my stuff out the trailer, so you can take him there as soon as you’re ready to move him.”

Rollo is taking Toke to her place and gonna hold his ass there, until our shit is done.  It’s gonna be hard enough to remove the gavel from Cash; I don’t need to worry about Toke being around too.  “I’ll make sure we get word to you as soon as Rollo clears out, and you can have your place back,” He replies.

She shakes her head but doesn’t make eye contact.  “Don’t worry about it.  I’ll be on the road by the time you leave.”

I can see his body tighten and he leans towards her.  “We need to talk.”

She shakes her head, fear crossing her face.  “No, I’ve said all I’ve got to say.  I just want my money so I can get out of this hell hole.”

“I said we need to talk.” Not giving her time to deny him again, he grabs her arm as he stands up.  Pulling her with him, he walks to the back of the bar. 

I watch as she fights him every step of the way then turn to Rollo.  “Are you ready to move him?”

He nods, “Yeah. Come on, let’s get this done.”

Getting off the bar stool, I put out my cigarette and head towards Toke.  By the time I get to him, his eyes are starting to droop.  His head wobbles as he looks up to me.  I can see the reality of the situation settle in his eyes.  Instead of fighting it he says, “Take care of Nina.”

His words send a chill through my body.  Without hesitation, I grab the front of his shirt and pull him to me.  “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Keep her safe, keep her away from Cash,” My father’s name comes out on a whisper as his eyes close.

Phone Sex

Shay

Hitting the speaker on my phone, I lay it on the pillow beside my head and move one hand to my breast, while the fingers of my other hand work my clit.  “It feels so good.”

“Slide your fingers into that tight little pussy. Can you feel me plunging my cock into you?” His voice is rough with pleasure.

My fingers pump into my wet depths as I close my eyes getting lost in Bowie’s breathless words while I imagine exactly what he says. “Yeah, Bowie, I feel you. So hard.” I groan.

“That’s it baby, rub your clit, and come on my cock.”

Doing as he says, my fingers circle my clit. Each flick of my fingers sends shots of pleasure throughout my entire body, I’m primed and ready to explode. I can hear Bowie’s breath hitch on the other side of the line. From the last several nights, I can tell he is close so I let out a soft moan knowing how he loves to hear me.

“Are you almost there, baby?”

“Ahh, Bowie, I’m right there.”

“Fuck, Shay, come. Come now, let me hear you.”

I imagine his hand circling his thick shaft as he strokes his cock. The muscles in his arm straining with the fierceness of his efforts, nothing my man does is anything less than fierce; including him working us to our mutual orgasm. The knot in my stomach builds and builds until it has nowhere further to go. Finally the knot snaps and my world is lost in Bowie’s grunt of pleasure and the crashing ecstasy of my own release. Bowie’s name falls from my lips over and over as I work myself through my orgasm.

I hear him grunt out my name and know he’s found his own release. “Fuck, baby, that was good.”

“Uhmhum,” I mumble in my post orgasmic haze.

He lets out a triumphant laugh, “And to think you said you could never get yourself off for me. That’s three nights in a row, too shy my ass.”

Sex, even phone sex, is amazing with Bowie.  Everything we do is new to me. Each time he touches me, calls my name, it’s like a whole new world has opened up to me.  Marcus touched me during sex, but it was never for my benefit.  I didn’t touch him; I didn’t want to and he never told me to, so I would lay there with my hands fisted by my side. 

With Bowie, everything is different.  He makes me feel comfortable in my sexuality.  He guides me, without forcing me to do anything.  I thought I could never recover from the trauma of Marcus, but Bowie shows me every day how things should really be between a man and a woman.

We’re both quiet for a few minutes while I’m lost in my thoughts of the past, before Bowie breaks the silence.  “I miss you, Shay.”

His words come out strangled, as if he is admitting some deep dark secret.  He’s been gone over two weeks now, and I miss him so much I can’t stand it.  I have spent most of my time cleaning or cooking, doing anything to not think about his absence.  “I miss you too, honey.”

“I like that.”

“What?” I ask.

“I like you calling me honey,” He says in a sleepy voice, and I can tell he’s about to end our nightly call. 

Since the day Cash showed up, he has called me every morning and every night.  The morning call is just to check in, remind me to keep myself safe.  The nightly call is our play time.  When he first told me he wanted me to touch myself, while he listened, I was shocked.  After a little coaxing on his part, I gave it a try.  For the last three nights, I’ve fallen asleep with a smile on my face. 

“I gotta go, baby,” He says, with a yawn.  “I’ll call you before I ride out.”

I let out a yawn of my own, not even thinking about the words coming from my mouth. “Talk to you in the morning. Love you, Bowie.”

Fuckin’ Failed

Bowie

Walking out of the Sixes’ clubhouse, I watch as Tin talks on his phone.  I can tell by the sound of his voice that something is wrong, but I’m not asking questions until we’re alone.  No way do I want the Sixes knowing if shit isn’t playing out like I planned.  They may have agreed not to go to war with the Outlaws, but if they get a whiff of any problems with getting Cash out, they’ll be after our blood.  In this world, the weak get taken out by the strong and there’s no fuckin’ way I’m gonna let these bastards think I’m weak. 

Climbing onto my bike, I look over at my brother.  I wait until he places the phone in his pocket and ask, “What’s up?”

“Toke is gone,” Tin answers his face full of rage.

If Toke is heading home, Shay could be in danger. The thought of her with no one to watch over her but a kid has my stomach churning.  I wish like hell that Red was still around to keep an eye on her, but he had to head out last night to join the boys up north.  He took a beating for not following Cash’s orders before he left though.  “What the fuck do you mean he’s gone?”

Tin shakes his head, frustration showing on his face.  “I don’t know what the hell happened.  Rollo said he went into the room he had been holding him, and the bastard had disappeared.”

“I thought he was keeping his ass drugged?”

Tin shrugs.  “Rollo said he was barely able to open an eye, he was so out of it. He didn’t know how the fucker got away.”

“Fuck! We should’ve put a bullet in his damn head.”

When I put my plans for delivering the guns to the Sixes with the others boys, Topper refused to take part in killing off a brother.  He said if it came down to bloodshed during the takeover he would deal with it, but he wasn’t having shit to do with killing Toke before it was absolutely necessary.  To keep peace, I took a vote.  Surprisingly, the vote went in Topper’s favor.  So, instead of being dumped on the side of the road with his throat slit, Toke was drugged.  Rollo was supposed to be in charge of watching his ass, but he fuckin’ failed. 

“Too late for that; now we gotta do some clean up,” Tin replies.

I’m not sure if this is something that can be swept under the rug.  If that bastard has made his way back to Rich Hill, then shit’s about to hit the fan.  “How the hell are we gonna clean this shit up? You know damn well that fuckers gonna go straight to Cash. When he does, Cash is gonna be out for our blood.”

“I don’t think so,” Tin says with a shake of his head.  “I think Toke is a lot like Topper.  He does what his president tells him to, but he doesn’t like it.”

“What the hell gave you that idea?”

“Watch him with Cash.  He hates his ass,” Tin explains, before going on.  “I didn’t notice it until the day we left.  Cash said something and I swear that Toke looked like he wanted to gut the motherfucker.”

I don’t agree with the shit my brother’s saying but I still ask, “What did he say?”

Tin’s eyes go hard as his hands tighten on his handle bars.  “Domino started some shit with one of the other girls over Cash taking her to his bed. The bitch was stupid enough to come to him about it.  He knocked her around a bit and told her to get out.  Then he said that he shouldn’t have gotten rid of his spic whore and that she was the only bitch he’d ever met that knew how to keep her mouth shut.”

“What did Toke do?” I growl out, pissed as fuck I wasn’t there when the dick said that shit.  I would have taken his ass out.  President or not, no fuckin’ way I would let him get away with calling Nina a whore or a spic.

Tin shrugs.  “Nothing much, cause he was in the same spot as me. There wasn’t much he could do, if he wanted to keep his head on his shoulders.  He just walked off, and didn’t stop when Cash was screaming for him to get his ass back. I swear, man, I think it was taking every bit of self-discipline he had not to pull out his piece right then.”

I think back to Toke’s last words to me and Rollo.  “He thought he was a dead man.”

Tin’s eyes come to me but he doesn’t say anything, so I go on to explain myself.  “I could tell by the look in his eyes, he thought he was dying when he got drugged.  I figured he’d try to fight it.  Instead, he just told me to take care of Nina.”