Duke: Fallen MC #1 (12 page)

Prez unlocked the first door and they all went inside the dank space. Duke, Razor and Slam stood by the back wall as Hollywood and Prez towered over the redhead huddled in the corner. Razor pulled out his phone and started video recording. Duke gave him a questioning look. They never recorded any of this shit, what the fuck was Razor doing? His younger brother met his eyes and said the only two words he needed to hear… “For Nic.” Slam nodded his head and Duke couldn’t keep the smirk from his face. He couldn’t have asked for a better little brother.

“So, Lisa, anything to say or add to what was said earlier in the office? Now’s your chance.” Hollywood cut straight to the point.

Hollywood was the nicest mother fucker you could meet. He’d do anything to protect his brothers, no questions asked. He could also turn into a raging bull when provoked, his enormous frame seemed to grow with his anger and it was fucking scary and awe inspiring to witness. He’d grown up with an abusive Mom who beat the shit out of him, his dad and sister. He hated that his dad had never fought back, until one night he came home to find his Dad crouched over his beaten sister, trying fend off his wife from finishing the job. Hollywood always said he never remembered what happened next, he just snapped and killed his own mother. Now he knew what he was capable of and it made him one terrifying bastard to deal with if you were on his bad side. Intimidation was his speciality, he was the perfect brother to question these whores.

“We…we…we caught Nicole with the phone and tried to get it from her. She fought us. We just did what we did to protect the club.” Tears were streaming down her face. Her chest was heaving and she kept her head bowed, looking at the floor. It was easy to hear that her words were rehearsed.

“We appreciate your loyalty. Just one question and then we can all get out of here…”

Lisa looked up, her face clearing of tears and relief shining in her eyes. She thought she’d pulled it off, had actually managed to trick them. Pathetic. “Yes?”

Hollywood bent to her level and kept her gaze. “Where’s the phone?”

Dukes body jerked. The phone. He’d never given a thought to the phone. Nicole never had one in the first place, he knew that but one hadn’t been found in the outhouse with her or in the kitchen where she was meant to have to have been ‘overheard’. They never planted a fucking phone on her. Dumb bitches. They probably thought Nicole had one on her to contact him but never checked. Fuck, he was glad his brothers were on top of this shit.

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Well, it’s simple really. You beat the shit out of Nicole to get the phone from her. Five against one, we know you’d have easily taken it away from her. We wanna see it, so…. Where is the phone?”

“I….I….” She looked confused and panicky. She looked at them all as if they held the answer for her.

“There’s something else you may wanna take into account while you’re thinking about it. We have cameras in every room of the compound.” They didn’t but this dumb bitch would believe him.

Lisa looked horrified. Her body shook as she slumped to the floor. Crying so hard she could hardly catch her breath.

“You may wanna cut the shit while you can still stand on two legs. Tell us the fucking truth!” Lisa was foetal on the floor now. “Pull yourself together or I start breaking bones.” Hollywood wasn’t messing around.

Lisa wailed. “Helen made me do it. She said we had to get rid of that slut or we’d be tossed out of the club. I’ve got nowhere to go. She said she was turning the brothers against us and that she’d overheard Duke talking about her once being with Riot. She said Nicole was manipulating and using Duke to get information to share with Riot, that she’d caught Nicole on the phone passing it on. So, she said we should help, force Nicole to confess everything she knew about Riot by saying we heard her talking to one of them on the phone. Helen promised that you’d all be so grateful we caught her, we’d be taken as old ladies.”

Dukes fists were so tight, his knuckles were white. He held his rage as he promised but fuck, he really wanted to lay this bitch out. Who n their right fucking mind goes along with a plan like that?

Hollywood snarled and grabbed her throat, pulling her up and pinning her to the wall. “You thought you could play the brothers like that? You’re in this compound to work your cunt for the brothers - the brothers don’t work for you. Your fucking skanky ass would be cold and buried in minutes if I had my way but it seems my old lady and the others wanna pay you a visit tomorrow. If you can walk away after, which I doubt knowing my Jewel, keep your lying ass away from Fallen. And before you go sounding any alarms, you need to know we’ve got the video of your attack and your fucked up confession, so think carefully before you do anything later.”

Hollywood released his hold on her and she crumpled to the floor with heaving sobs. They all turned and walked out the door listening to the wails pouring out of Lisa. The same happened with the other three bitches. Duke knew that Helen would be a different story. She thought she was smart and cunning but she was delusional and clearly still had a lot to learn about not messing with the brothers.

He knew Helen would have orchestrated this without the other sluts confirming it. He also knew he wasn’t gonna leave this be without leaving his mark on her first. The thought of Nicole’s beautiful body battered and bruised lying in his bed made every hair on his body stand on end. The need for retribution left a bitter taste in his mouth as his adrenaline surged.

Walking in the outhouse furthest from the others, they found Helen leaning against the wall, arms crossed and seething. Straight away she charged towards them, demanding to know why she’d been locked up and why she was on her own. Hollywood took point again.

“Calm down, darlin’. You know the club would have to clear this up first before anyone’d be allowed back in. We’ll let you out in a minute, just got to clear a few things up first.”

“Like what? That fat bitch was betraying you and we weren’t gonna stand around and let it happen! That bitch should be dead and buried for what she did! Now let me the fuck out!” Her voice screeched like nails on a chalkboard.

“You think you can shout your mouth off at us? Time to be very careful darlin’.” Hollywood shifted so she could see them all. Her face calmed as she laid her eyes on them, especially Prez and Duke. Did she think he and Prez were on her side or something? This bitch was seriously fucked in the head. She was stupid but she’d spent enough time with the club to know when to stop pushing back.

“I’m sorry, I’m just pissed with being in this shit hole for hours.” She held Dukes gaze. She mustn’t have seen the hatred in his eyes or his muscles hardened with tension. “I’m sorry your bitch turned out to be a traitor, honey. I tried to warn you, I’m still here for you, Duke.”

Her voice sounded soft and consoling but he could see a small smirk pull at her lips as she thought she’d won. Something inside his chest ripped open with a ferocity he’d never experienced before. Duke pushed himself from the wall, a battle cry escaping from deep in his chest. He saw nothing but Helen in a haze of red and every fibre of his being was centred on ripping her throat out. He charged forward, only getting a few steps before he was brought to a crushing halt. It took Prez, Razor and Slam to hold him back.

“You’d better get your shit together real quick, Duke or I’ll be throwing your ass out. I gave you an order!” Prez spat out as quietly as he could manage in his ear.

Duke shook his head trying to clear his tunnel vision. He took a deep breath and pictured Nicole unharmed and lying beneath him, smiling that perfect smile of hers straight at him. His body relaxed. He had to hold it together. Prez was right. He needed to see this bitch break. Hands slowly released him and he nodded at his brothers letting them know his control was back.

“What the fuck, Duke? You can’t be mad at me! That bitch betrayed you and if it weren’t for me you’d still be clueless.” Her ugly smug face needed rearranging by his fists. “If you’re upset she can’t fuck you anymore, I’m happy to remind you how she ain’t got nothin’ on me.” She winked. No one could believe what they were seeing. Was she really trying to seduce Duke after what had just happened?

Hollywood grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back against the wall. His patience now none existent, along with everyone else’s in the room. They were done listening to her shit. “Shut the fuck up! We got questions that need answering before you go oiling up that slit between your legs!”

Helen looked furious but quickly schooled her face to look contrite. “Okay. I’m sorry. I guess I’m just upset that she used Duke the way she did and then to bring Riot into this…. I just can’t believe anyone would do that to you guys.” A lone tear rolled down her cheek as she sniffled.

“Enough of your fucking games, Helen. You gonna cry at least make it believable. Fuck! Where is the phone?” Hollywood spat out.

They could all see she was confused by the question. Did she honestly think they wouldn’t want to look at it and get information from it? Or did she think we’d just blindly accept was she was telling us without any questions? No wonder she was trying to snag a brother to look after her, the slut wouldn’t survive a day if she only had herself to rely on.

“Where is the phone you supposedly took from Nicole in this fight?” Hollywood said slowly, drawing it out, each word dripping with condescension.

They watched as her face drained of colour.

“I…I….I left it on the side in the kitchen when w…we took her to the outhouse.”

“It ain’t there now and everywhere has been searched. You wanna try that again?”

“I left in on the side, I promise. Someone must have taken it.”

“Why didn’t you go back for it when you locked up Nicole?”

“Well we were all pretty beat up and had to get everything sorted. After, we went to clean up and get a drink.”

“Okay. If that’s how you’re gonna play it….. Let’s see the marks.”

“What are you talking about? Why are you interrogating me? I saved this club!” Panic was starting to take over her.

“It’s been nearly a day since this happened. If you were all ‘
pretty beat up
’ you’d have marks. Unless of course, Nicole never touched you, you all just attacked her while she was alone in the kitchen and everything you’ve said is utter bullshit.”

“I haven’t got any marks. I’m not some limp wrist bitch who can’t throw a punch. I know how to fight. That bitch couldn’t get near me.” She sounded as if she thought they’d be impressed.

“Funny, don’t you think that at least one of you sluts would have got a mark on you? But you don’t, not even a scratch.”

“You’ve been to see the other girls first?” She was faltering. “That bitch couldn’t fight for shit! We can hold our own.” Her eyes flicked frantically over each one of them, probably see if they were buying this crap.

“Yeah, I’m sure you can. Especially when it’s five against one. Yeah, you’re real tough bitches.” The sarcasm rolled from Hollywood’s mouth.

“We did what we had to to save this club!”

“From what? The other sluts seem to think it was because you wanted Nicole gone and it had nothing to do with the club. In fact, they didn’t even see Nicole taking a call or the cell phone she was meant to be using.”

“They’re lying to you.” Her face and chest were flushed and she was pressing her body into the wall as if could save her from what she knew was coming.

“Really? They said that even before we showed them the video.”

“What video?”

“The video of you beating the shit out of Nicole while she was huddled on the floor. The video that shows you’re a lying, conniving cunt!”

“There’s no video! I know there’s no cameras in that kitchen!”

“Why would you need to check for cameras if this wasn’t planned?”

Helen broke, what little sanity she had deserting her. She let out a scream and buried her hands into her hair, pulling it. Her wild eyes locked on Duke.

“This is all your fault! Why couldn’t you just leave that bitch alone? You just left me, after I knew you were gonna make me your old lady. You’ve fucked me for weeks without going to anyone else. You were mine! Then that ugly fucking bitch shows up and you turn your back on what we had! She should be gone by now. That bitch should be dead. If you hadn’t got back early she would be DEAD! You should of chosen me!”

No one held him back this time. He stormed towards her and fisted his hand in the back of her hair, wrenching her head back. His other hands held her wrists, crushing them tightly together, causing her to cry out. He put his face close to hers and spat out his words.

“You listen to me, I never fucking wanted you. You were just a hole to be filled. Your used up pussy did it’s job, it was never
you
I was fucking. Could have been any one of you sluts I filled, you were just always closest. You’re gonna pay for what you did to Nicole. She’s gonna be fine. She’s gonna be my old lady. I’m gonna bury myself deep and raw in her tight, wet pussy and forget you ever existed.” He pushed her into the wall and swung his fist hard into her gut. She fell to the floor, retching, fighting to take a breath. “That’s for Nicole. You deserve a lot more but I don’t wanna touch you ever again.”

Realisation of what she’d done and the situation she was in showed on her face. Her eyes were wide with fear and her body visibly trembled. Helen pulled herself to sit up straight and wept. “Please, just let me go. I’ll never come back, never show my face here again. I promise.”

Prez stepped forward. Helen shrank into the corner trying to make herself as small as possible. “Here’s the thing. You’re not getting off that easy. You used the brothers against our own property, property we’re honour-bound to protect and you could have started a war with Riot. If you weren’t such a dumb fuck you might have pulled it off. You’ve gotta pay. Nicole’s gonna be an old lady in this club, we protect our own, and even if she wasn’t you would have let my brothers fight in a war you started. One that could have cost them their lives. So, here’s what gonna happen to you, you traitorous slut. Every brother and old lady who wants to, gets one shot at you. After that Nicole gets to decide what happens to you. I’d get comfy, after church is when your visitors are gonna start arriving.”