BEFORE THE PATCH – book one (A Devil Call MC Book) (4 page)

6.

(Layne)

We were out on a ride when the
first bullet zinged right by my head.

Sometimes we were challenged like
men. Face to face, enemies waiting, ready to give time to talk things out
before resorting to violence. Other times, it was just about getting our blood.

I looked behind me and saw three
motorcycles approaching fast.

The first bullet had been a warning
shot.

I throttled my ride and caught up
to Talon, making sure he knew what was happening. Kind of hard to do when you
’
re going fast on a motorcycle
and can
’
t actually talk.
The second Talon looked back, he knew what was happening.

He cut to the right, I did the
same.

He went off the road into the dirt,
kicking up dirt and dust, and then cut to the right again. He drew his gun, I
followed suit, and we were now going back toward the road.

All we could do was shoot.

So we did.

It was hard to keep the motorcycle
from dumping as we bounced in the dirt. I just pulled the trigger on my gun,
again and again, as the three motorcycles went by us. They all hurried to stop
at the same time, turning. One of the rides went down on the ground.

Talon suddenly stopped and got off
his motorcycle. He was always up for a fight. We could have left and talked
this thing out, especially since I told him about what happened with Nash, that
big guy, and the phone call with someone named Peter.

Talon didn
’
t care. He never cared. He swung first and rarely
asked questions later. That was his style and way of survival.

I got off my ride and stood next to
him.

I saw something moving as the dust
started to clear and I shot my gun.

“
Fuck,
”
Talon said.

I heard a yell and then saw a body
stumbling toward me. He was holding his shoulder, his leg bloody, the side of
his face matching his leg. He collapsed before me.

Now it was just two on two.

One of the guys looked very
familiar. The height, the size, but he wore black sunglasses and a black
bandana over his face. He was covered up good, meant to be hiding.

“
Show
yourself you fucking pussy,
”
Talon yelled.

The other guy wore a Los Ahn
leather cut and held a sawed off shotgun in his hand. He reached up and took
off his sunglasses to show us his cold, dark, deadly eyes.

He lifted the shotgun and pointed
it at me.
“
That was my
cousin you just shot.
”

“
Tough
loss,
”
I said.

“
He
’
s not dead,
”
the Los Ahn guy said.

I pointed my gun to the body before
me.
“
He will be
…”

“
Stop,
”
the tall guy said.

That voice
…

“
What
the fuck is this?
”
Talon
asked.

“
Little
warning,
”
the Los Ahn guy
said.
“
Watch your fucking
backs. Stay close to home.
”

“
Fuck
you,
”
Talon said.
“
Put that gun down. Let
’
s figure this out the right way.
”

Talon tucked his gun into the back
of his jeans and put his arms out. He took a few steps and soon had the barrel
of the shotgun pointed at his stomach. Christ, it made my heart race at how
bold and stupid Talon could be sometimes.

I took one step and then felt like
I was hit in the face with a metal pipe. One second I
’
m standing, the next second all I taste is blood
and I
’
m on my ass. I felt
like I had been blown up.

I heard a scuffle and yelling as I
tried to regain my thoughts.

I looked up and realized the tall
guy had smacked me with his gun, or fist.

The Los Ahn guy had Talon on his
knees, beating him in the back with the sawed off end of the shotgun.

I did all I could by grabbing my
gun and shooting at the tall guy
’
s
leg. I popped him in the leg with a shaky shot, barely hitting him. But it was
enough that he jumped back and yelled. That took attention off Talon long
enough for him to get out of there. Or at least that
’
s what he should have done. But it was Talon. He
grabbed for the shotgun and twisted it out of the Los Ahn guy
’
s hands. Talon kicked back and
got to his feet, holding the shotgun. With a grin on his face, he pointed the
gun at the Los Ahn guy and pulled the trigger. The chamber made a
clunk
sound and nothing else happened.

The Los Ahn guy started to laugh.
“
Like I said, it was a warning.
”

Talon dropped the gun, frozen by
the surprise of an empty weapon.

“
Holy
fuck,
”
I managed to say as
the tall guy went over to the guy I had shot.

“
Come
on, man,
”
he said and
grabbed the injured Los Ahn guy.

“
Talon,
”
I said.
“
We have to ride right now.
”

We both walked backward slowly to
our motorcycles and watched as the Los Ahn guys collected themselves. They got
back on their rides, the tall guy staring right at me. I felt something go
through me that I didn
’
t
like.

“
A
warning,
”
the Los Ahn guy
said and pointed his fingers at me like it was a gun.
“
Next time, the gun will be loaded.
”

“
Fuck
you,
”
Talon said.
“
You can
’
t beat us.
”

All three of them laughed and then
kicked up dust as they rode away. The guy I had shot was only able to ride with
one arm, leaving him going slow and labored.

“
What
the fuck was that?
”
Talon
asked.

“
You
tell me.
”

Nothing else was said from that
moment until we rode back to the lot. When we got there, a group of the guys
were outside. Some were working on their rides, others were drinking and
partying, but there was a sight I didn
’
t
like at all. Three guys had three women on a table, doing lines off their flat
stomachs. If they wanted to suck booze out of their belly buttons and have wild
fun, that was fine. If they wanted to have the chicks naked and fuck them in
front of everyone, so be it.

But drugs?

Right here in the open?

Before I could say a word, Talon
was on the move.

“
Fuck,
”
I whispered.

He ran to the table just as one of
the guys (some asshole Nash recruited called Axy - what a fucking dumb name)
had his nose down to the woman
’
s
belly. Talon grabbed Axy by the back of his greasy hair and lifted his head up.
He shoved Axy back and grabbed the woman, pulling her from the table. The white
powder fell to the ground in a small cloud of dust. Talon swung the woman
behind him as she gasped and cupped her breasts.

“
What
the fuck is wrong with you?
”
Axy yelled.

“
Drugs?
”
Talon asked.

“
I
’
m relaxing. Nash and Jasmine are
working some shit out. So I
’
m
…”

Talon threw a punch. Axy
’
s head snapped back and he
stumbled. That
’
s when I ran
forward and grabbed Talon. I pulled him back.

“
Take
it easy,
”
I warned.
“
Christ, Talon.
”

“
Fuck
him,
”
Talon growled.
“
Piece of fucking shit.
”

Talon moved away and I turned to
face him. The woman who had been on the table just stood there, shocked, her
hands still holding her breasts.

“
Stupid
fuck,
”
a voice said behind
me.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw
Axy climbing up the table. He wiped the blood from his nose as I looked over my
shoulder.

“
Don
’
t be an asshole,
”
I warned Axy.

“
Fuck
you, Layne. Fuck you. Fuck Talon. Go fuck yourself.
”

I felt Talon pushing at me. I
hurried and tried to get Talon out of the way, but he was on the move. Axy had
the balls to actually jump from the table, like he was going to land on Talon
for a cheap move.

Fair enough,
I thought.

Axy wanted a cheap move so I gave
him one.

As he lept from the table, I threw
my shoulder into Talon and knocked him out of the way. Axy came down as I threw
my fist, connecting with his face. I
’
m
pretty sure he was knocked out before his feet had a chance to touch the
ground. He then hit the ground with a sickening thud that left everyone silent.

“
Fuck,
”
Talon said.

I flexed my fist and looked around.
The MC was a mess. My eyes met with Jagg, who was grinning like a fool.

This wasn
’
t the purpose of Devil Call MC.

I looked at Talon.

He was staring back at the
clubhouse.

A second later, the door busted
open and out came Jasmine. She was holding her cheek, crying. Nash appeared a
moment later, calling her name.

“
Fuck
you!
”
she cried out.
“
I have no reason to be near you.
Everyone knows how small your cock is!
”

She kept running and nobody even
gave a shit. Then again, everyone knew how this went. If you got involved with
Nash
’
s personal life, you
’
d get hurt. And if you went near
Jasmine when she was like this, she
’
d
probably end up sucking your dick and you
’
d
end up fucking her
…
and
then Nash would kill you.

I watched as Nash forced a laugh.
He then wiped his nose and shook his head. I figured maybe Jasmine had punched
him in the face, but there was no blood. And he kept wiping his nose.

Talon was watching. His hands made
into fists.

Shit
…
it
’
s getting worse.

7.

(Talon)

I watched as Lexa kissed up my
chest, her eyes staring straight into mine. Her small hand gripped my cock
tight, jerking me with force. She inched her body down closer to mine, letting
me feel her hard nipples against my body. At my neck she nibbled a little with
her teeth and moaned.

“
Fuck,
I want your cock inside me,
”
she purred like a dirty vixen.

I put my hands behind my head and
had nothing to hide. I was just there for the ride. In her cramped little
apartment, I was almost happy to have some distance from the clubhouse.

Fucking Axy had a shattered orbital
bone and needed emergency surgery. He and Nash played it all off as a
motorcycle accident, but not before Nash warned that me and Layne would have
our own faces bashed in soon enough if we didn
’
t
cut the shit. Layne was quick to bring up the drugs to Nash, who then proceeded
to laugh it off.

We live on the edge of death,
Layne. A line here and there ain
’
t
going to take us down.

And, fuck, that was terrifying.

Lexa
’
s
lips flirted with my ear as she positioned herself over me. She put her hands
to my shoulders and braced herself. My cock was tall and hard, no need to guide
it anywhere. She lowered herself a little and rubbed her wetness against my
tip. I felt myself pulsing already, needing that high from releasing.

Lexa wiggled her tight little body,
taking deep breaths, getting ready to take me inside her body. She inched down
again and I tore her open one more time. She was in control, inching down and
then popping back up from the pressure. Down and up, down and up, down and up,
groaning and biting at her lip as she did so. Finally, she closed her eyes,
clawed her nails hard into my shoulders, and just came down. I felt her so
fucking tight against me, I groaned against the pressure at my cock. She was
completely down on me now, my cock buried as deep as I could go.

When she looked down at me, her
lips were trembling.

I finally took my hands from behind
my head. I cupped her small breasts and moved her. Gently lifting her, forcing
her to lift up on me. She did so with a whimper. All the way up and then right
back down. That same wild, tight feeling, the same cries from her sweet mouth.
I then grabbed Lexa at her waist and moved her myself. Up and down, letting her
fuck me as I thrust up and fucked her. Our bodies slapped together thanks to
her wetness. One of her hands slipped up to my face where she held my cheek.
The other hand down to my chest. She leaned forward, probably trying to seek
some kind of relief, but there was none with me. When I fucked, I fucked
…
hard.

I kept thrusting at her, holding
her steady. My hungry mouth teased one of her nipples and then tasted her
breast. I suckled at her, bringing her to a crying moan.

I picked up speed, my body needing
the sense of relief and power of release. My hands were tight to Lexa
’
s waist as I pulled and pushed
at her. I grunted each time I brought her down on me. She let out a cry of
relief each time I lifted her. The damn bed didn
’
t
stand a chance either as the headboard started to smack against the wall. The
thudding only added to the entire scene.

I looked up at Lexa, her tits
bouncing just an inch or so from my mouth. Her eyes were big, blue, and they
were desperate to feel me finish.

At the last second, I took a hand
from her waist and reached for the back of her neck. I pulled her down and
kissed her as I started to come. My other hand went to the small of her back
and held her right there, her pussy holding tight against my throbbing cock as
I let it all go.

And, fuck, it felt really good.

When I got dressed, I left the
bedroom and went to the small balcony off Lexa
’
s
apartment. She lived in a real shitty part of Brocke, but she seemed smart
enough to survive. Plus, it wasn
’
t
my problem. It was hers. I wasn't her savior and never would be.

As I stood outside, enjoying the
sun on my face, trying to collect my thoughts, I heard the rumble of a
motorcycle. I saw someone riding down the street. Black motorcycle, tall guy in
a black t-shirt. He had slicked back black hair and black sunglasses. He looked
at me for a second and then waved. I waved back. I saw a long tattoo on his
right arm, some kind of intricate skull thing.

Just some asshole with a
motorcycle, wearing all black, trying to be tough. The same kind of guy that
probably thought he could fit in with Devil Call MC. And if we took him on and
made him a prospect, he
’
d
last twenty minutes before crying and running back to his
nine-to-five-give-me-vacation-days-and-a-401(k) job.

“
What
are you doing?
”

I turned and Lexa stood there with
a sheet covering her body.

“
Just
getting some air,
”
I said
with a grin.

She got closer to me, but I didn
’
t touch her. She didn
’
t touch me.

From the left I heard the
motorcycle suddenly pick up power and speed, the engine echoing into the
distance.

“
You
’
re leaving, aren
’
t you?
”
Lexa asked.

“
Yeah.
I got what I wanted. What I needed.
”

She nodded.
“
I know it
’
s
not my business
…
but you
seem stressed out. That
…
that was kind of rough.
”

I touched Lexa
’
s face and grinned.
“
I like it rough, sweetheart. Don
’
t worry about it. You stay put
here and enjoy yourself. I
’
ll
give you a shout.
”

I walked by Lexa, ran a hand through
my hair, and never looked back. I knew the peril of looking back. That was the
kind of shit that got people into trouble. Big time.

I left the apartment, got on my
motorcycle, and set out back to the clubhouse. It was unrested, out of control,
and things felt like they were swelling bad. Nash had sent two prospects out to
spy on Jasmine. There was a drug raid at the motel two nights ago and one of
our prospects was in the mix of it. Lucky for us, he wasn
’
t wearing the Devil Call MC
logo. So we had to vote on it and make him have a
tragic accident
while
in a holding cell. He
somehow
tripped and fell into a wall and was
killed.

Death was part of life, and death
was definitely part of this life. But when shit got out of control, the bodies
started to pile up and that was scary.

As I turned on the street where the
clubhouse was, I couldn
’
t
believe my eyes. A motorcycle was coming up the road. The same motorcycle that
had been outside Lexa
’
s
apartment. The same tall guy. The same black shirt. The same tattoo. And, fuck,
the same stupid wave.

I could take the first time as
coincidence. But two times?

Fuck no.

Something was happening.

Things only got worse when I turned
into the lot and saw four Los Ahn motorcycles halfway up the lot, all in a
line.

“
Fuck,
”
I whispered.