Duke (Aces MC Series Book 2) (4 page)

Duke

We arrived at the club house, parking our motorcycles at the
end of a long line of Harley’s. Rev had turned up early and had brought a few of
his brothers along, obviously thinking he would be safer with numbers!
We’d acquired a large quantity of drugs from the Skulls as compensation for
Jimmy’s death. The sale of these drugs would be very lucrative for the club but
I had to dispose of them quickly, hence the meeting with Rev. He’d been with
the club for years and had reliable contacts that I needed otherwise I wouldn’t
have contacted him.
Along with the money for the drugs, we’d be getting Jimmy’s life insurance
eventually. All members including Prospects were required to take out life insurance
policies and if they died in service, the money would be paid to a member of the
club.
Money wouldn’t bring Jimmy back but life had to move on, harsh I know but
that’s the cruel reality of it all. I desperately wanted out of the illegal
shit and had two more jobs to complete before the Mother charter could go legit
which was something I was looking forward too.
Because of this goal and the time scale I’d put on it, I’d become a hard
bastard especially over recent years, which probably came with the
responsibility of being President of the Aces. My brothers looked to me for
guidance and I couldn’t be getting attached to anyone or anything that may
cloud my judgement especially at a time when the club needed me to be at my
best.

Spike followed me into the club house. “Rev.” I said in a
way of acknowledgement. I’d had dealings with Rev in the past when I was VP. He’d
been president of our Kent charter for the past fifteen years and Viper, my
predecessor, liked the guy but I’ve never really trusted him.
He made regular payments each month to the club and Justice was happy with his
accounts but I made sure that any contact he made with us went directly through
either Diesel or Bear. The only positive of having him in the club was the
contacts he’d made which I needed in order to get rid of this shit quickly.

“Duke, how you doing?” Rev asked walking over to shake my hand.
“Sorry to hear about the Prospect.”
I briefly took his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, “It’s been a shit
couple of weeks but Jimmy’s funeral is on Tuesday so we can hopefully start
moving on.”
Rev nodded, understanding my situation. He’d lost his fair share of brothers
over the years.
“Can we go somewhere for a chat?” He asked whilst scratching his beard
thoughtfully.
I was unsure of what he wanted to discuss as Diesel and Spike had already met
with him regarding the drugs run but I nodded and casually walked through the
bar in the direction of my office as we shouldn’t be disturbed in there.
“What’s up?” I asked sitting at the desk in my office resting my chin on my
steepled fingers. Rev sat comfortably on the green leather sofa looking around
the room.
“It hasn’t changed much since I was last here with Viper. You know, just before
he died.”
I could feel myself getting fucking annoyed. I didn’t know if he was purposely
trying to goad me but the reminder of Viper and that fateful night was starting
to irritate.
“I’m sure you didn’t come here just to reminisce.” I said in a clipped tone
trying to keep my composure.
“Look, I know you don’t like me Duke and that you blame me for Viper’s death
but you need my help over the next couple of weeks,” Rev pulled out his box of
Benson and Hedges and took out a fag, “I know what your plans are for the Aces,
but the Kent charter doesn’t want to go legit.” He lit his fag and sat back in
the chair with a huge smile on his face. “You can either give your blessing or
not but we
will
be dealing.” He stated as a matter of fact.

I could feel the rage building inside me but wasn’t gonna
give him the satisfaction of seeing me kick off. If I’d learnt anything from
Viper, it was to keep my cool in the face of your enemy. I sat there quietly
composing myself, so that I didn’t have a shit attack and blow any opportunity
of shifting the drugs in the time frame I had made for the club.
“I’ll let you have that outburst and blame it on the emotions this room has evoked
regarding Viper,” I stood from my chair slowly, keeping my composure as I
perched myself on the edge of my desk, “but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it
again so it goes into your thick skull. You can continue dealing until I give
you the date on which you stop. In the meantime if any shit lands at my door, I
will personally take your patch then your life.” My words came out calmly as I
folded my arms across my chest and stood in readiness of Rev’s response making
sure I kept direct eye contact.
Rev laughed, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He casually stood, dropping his fag butt
on the floor and extinguished it with his boot. Slowly walking to the door, he
turned around briefly to give me a wink before walking into the hallway.

I sat back at my desk, opening the bottom draw to retrieve a
bottle of Jack. My hands were still shaking from the adrenaline but I managed
to pour myself a drink without spilling the liquid everywhere.
The knock on the door startled me, “Yeah!” I shouted in response.
Diesel opened the door wide and entered the room closely followed by Bear.
“I take it that the pair of you had words?” Diesel asked, stepping further into
my office and sitting on the edge of the green leather sofa.
“That fucking bloke only has to look at me to piss me off. He started to bring
up Viper because he knows it fucking annoys me.”

Viper was my uncle, confidant and President of the Aces
until his death five years ago. The club had been on a very lucrative drugs run.
It was too much for our Kent charter to handle alone, so Rev had requested support
from the Essex charter.
Rev had established some good connections over the years so it should’ve been a
simple drop and run. The problem being I just didn’t trust him. I’d expressed
my feelings to Viper on many occasions and he blew me off, stating that we had
to have close allies running a business like ours.
It was in this very room where Rev suggested that I be the one to go and look
for Locke. He’d disappeared again on one of his ‘downers’ which had turned into
a regular occurrence and still is to this very day. Viper had agreed with Rev,
explaining that I wasn’t needed due to this being a normal run and that we’d completed
drops like this multiple times before.
I left that morning, saying good bye to my uncle but it was the smirk on Rev’s
face as I left this office that haunts me still to this day. I can’t prove that
he was directly involved in my uncles death but I just have this feeling, a
feeling that’s been eating away at me for the past five years.
One thing I knew for sure is that I wasn’t there when the convoy was ambushed
because of Locke. Viper’s motorcycle was taken out and he was the only brother
to sustain any major injuries. He survived the initial assault but died later in
hospital. I got the frantic call from Bear but I hadn’t got back in time to see
him before he passed away which plays on my mind often.
Still to this day my relationship with Locke is tense. I respect him as a brother
but he has secrets and demons that haunt him. As the President of this club,
I’d do everything within my power in order to support my brothers but Locke won’t
accept help which frustrates the life out of me. To be honest my brothers would
probably say the same about me, if they knew what went on in my head but it’s
difficult when you’re at the top because there’s no one to confide in. But like
I tell the guys, what doesn’t kill us, only makes us stronger!

“What the fuck did he want?” Diesel asked sitting further forward
on the sofa, resting his chin on his steepled fingers eagerly awaiting my
response.
I already knew what their reaction was going to be. It was a huge decision to
turn our club legit. When I first proposed this to the club it nearly split us
in two but when they each saw the success of the garage, strip club, gym and cafe,
members started to come around to my way of thinking. The majority of us had
been inside, for various crimes and lengths of time but we weren’t getting any
younger and this club needed a new direction that would hopefully let us live a
comfortable life.
There was no way to sugar coat it, “He wants to continue dealing.”
Diesel stood angrily pacing around my office. “Are you for real? I hope you
told him to fuck off?” Diesel had now placed both hands on my desk and was
staring directly at me. I understood his annoyance, I wanted to beat the shit
out of Rev myself but it was the right thing to do at this stage. To be honest,
I didn’t believe that Rev would be running the Kent charter for long anyway if
I could prove my suspicions but I needed to dispose the drugs quickly and Rev
had the contacts I needed.
“I understand your angst Diesel but I gotta let this happen for now.”
“That’s bullshit and you know it Duke.”
I stood quickly, knocking over my chair, “When you’re the President of this
club, you can happily make all of these fucking tough decisions. Up until that
point, fuck off and get out of my face.” I saw the shocked expression on Bears
face as I fronted up to Diesel. His concern was evident as he probably thought
that we’d have a brawl.
I had to get out of here, it was fucking stifling me. I stalked past them and out
of the office, slamming the door behind me. I was so furious that I wanted to
smash something or someone and if I stayed there in the office any longer, it
would be Diesel’s face.

“Pres, are you okay?” Spike asked as I eagerly left the
building.
“Only contact me if it’s an emergency.” I shouted as I mounted my ride before speeding
out of the compound.
I needed to get a grip of my emotions. So much was riding on the up and coming
drug deals. I felt under pressure for everything to run as smoothly as possible
and I didn’t need people pulling me on my shit. I rode for twenty minutes but
my anger wasn’t dispersing. There was only one thing that would calm me down
and I was on my way to get it.

Taylor

It had been an eventful day. I looked at my still bruised
knuckles and placed a damp cloth over them again. The swelling had already come
out but it was the shear embarrassment that made me want to cover them.
What
was I doing acting like an adolescent fighting over a guy?
I had planned on taking Pam shopping this afternoon after seeing Duke but she
cancelled after having a better offer, so I was now sitting at home alone.
I plumped my pillows, sitting up comfortably against the headboard and flicked
through the television channels trying to find something interesting to watch,
when there was a loud knock on the door. I turned the television off and put
the remote on the bedside cabinet.
“Alright calm down, where’s the fire?” I shouted as I opened the door. Duke had
his back to me with his fists clenched in a defensive stance. “Duke, what’s
up?” I asked concerned. 
He turned and I saw an array of emotions in his eyes. He stalked towards me and
took my face in his large hands, pushing me back inside as he slammed the door
behind him.
Thoughts ran through my mind as I allowed him to deepen the kiss. He was
obviously dealing with things I was unaware of, this was raw emotion and he
wanted to vent his anger but in a sexual way. He needed this to help with whatever
demons he had and I wanted him to give me what I so desperately needed.

He lifted my vest top and broke the kiss just long enough to
pull it up and over my head, dropping it on the floor beside me. My nipples
reacted instantly to the cold air and he hungrily took one into his mouth as I
ran my fingers in his short hair encouraging him to take it harder.
“Ahhhh!” My eyes rolled into my head as I savoured the feeling of his expert
tongue.
Duke pulled away slightly, “Where’s your bedroom Ash?” He asked breathlessly as
he paused looking deep into my eyes.
I could feel the familiar tingling between my legs from my excitement and
quickly took Duke by the hand as I led him eagerly up the stairs into my
spacious bedroom. He came up behind me, placing his big hands over my breasts as
he roughly squeezed my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers.
I could feel his arousal poking me in the lower back which heightened the
sensation and the pressure was mounting between my legs.
He walked me over to the bed and bent down behind me, slowly pulling down my
pyjama shorts so that I was naked before him. My senses were heightened and
every touch was like an electric charge raging through my body.
Duke spun me around and breathed in my scent, leaning closer towards my mound.
“Let’s see how wet you are.” Duke slipped his index finger roughly between my
folds and I let out a cry of pleasure at the contact. As quickly as he inserted
he pulled it out again, “Get on the bed Ash.” He ordered.
I quickly opened the bedside cabinet, retrieving a condom and handed it to him
before I moved over to my bed. I slowly turned to get comfortable, “No, on all
fours.” He commanded.
I excitedly obliged and as I turned around I heard the sound of Duke removing
his clothes and the packet opening as he sheathed himself.
He came up behind me positioning his long length, before taking me quickly from
behind. My pussy stretched as it fought to accommodate his ruthless invasion. He
didn’t give me time to acclimatise as he pulled back and roughly pushed inside
me again. Duke steadily built a rhythm and I met his pace pushing back on him
to try and get some release. The slapping sound of skin against skin filled the
room from his vigorous pounding. I reached for my clit to try and ease the
mounting throbbing but Duke pulled out abruptly and turned me over so that I
was now lying on my back. The second he pulled away, my body surprised me by
yearning for him to come back and fill the void he’d left.
Duke’s eyes were dark, somewhat menacing, he was totally focussed on the job at
hand and it felt great to surrender control to him and be taken by a real man. He
bent down and his muscular body covered mine as he claimed my mouth again. I met
the thrusts of his tongue with an eagerness that seemed to surprise him,
moaning against his mouth. Duke took my wrists and roughly pulled my arms so they
were above my head, holding them firmly in place with one hand.
“Please Duke, I need you inside me!” I screamed, bucking my hips and almost
pleading with him to fuck me. A brief smile flickered across his face as he positioned
himself at the opening of my pussy and he took me deeply with force.
“What like that? Do you like that Ash?” He asked as little grunts came from his
mouth which became louder and louder with every thumping push he made.
“Yes, like that Duke.” I begged.
He was fucking me now with an almost frenzied urgency that released a primal
response. The sensation sent jolts of erotic pleasure through my whole body and
I was grinding my hips trying to find my release.
“I want to come Duke, I need to come!” I screamed thrashing around on the bed.
Duke moved his hand closer to my pussy and rubbed my juices on his hand, then
slammed back inside me keeping his steady rhythm. With no warning, Duke slid
his thumb into my puckered hole. The combination of sensations drove me wild, he
must have noticed my reaction as he increased his tempo and hammered me with
purpose, driving back and forth in both my passages.
He shuddered and slammed into me one last time, sending me over the edge as I
screamed his name and my body convulsed around him. My eyes were open long
enough to see Duke gritting his teeth as he emptied his seed inside me.