Duke: Fallen MC #1 (2 page)

Nicole looked at Slam from the corner of her eye as they walked through his quick tour of the club. He looked about her age, mid twenties. It never hurt to try and make friends in these situations. Time to break the ice. “So, what’s your last name? Is it Merjammer?”

He looked at her and froze, keeping hold of her arm. She thought she’d blown it and was about to apologise but then he burst into laughter. It was a great laugh, more grunty than any she’d ever heard before. She smiled up at him.

“Slammer Jammer! Fuck. Used to love that song. You know what, Nicole? I think your stay here’ll be fucking awesome. Always nice to have new blood knocking around. Warning though bird, few of the guys won’t find your shit funny, especially Prez, so just cool it till you know what’s what.” At her blank look he said, “Reaper is the club president, we call him Prez.” Wow, the guy had as many names as Prince. This was the kind of information she needed to know if she was going to fit in.

He led her to a room, pushed open the tarnished door and walked her in. “Someone’ll be by in the morning to get you. Until then stay in here. Fair warning.” And with that he left, the door closing behind him. No lock on the door…. Fucking perfect. Nicole let out a long sigh.

She turned to take the room in. It was small, clean-ish with a smoke stained ceiling. There was a dresser that had a few drawers missing and a wardrobe with no doors. On the dresser was an old TV. She turned it on, it worked which was great, she’d be able to drown out the noise from the bar if it got too much. The unmade bed looked like a rusty cot but the sheets folded on top were clean. A small door at the back led to a toilet and a tiny sink with a broken mirror above it. Well, at least she had some shank material if she needed it. A box shower was next to the sink and needed some serious elbow grease and bleach to get rid of the mould that lived there. She was pretty sure that Science would like some samples of what was growing in the corners. It didn’t look like any mould she’d ever seen before.

Walking back into the bedroom, she sat on the bed and let her tightly strung body finally relax. Sitting in this dingy room, she missed her apartment terribly. It wasn’t much, but it was hers. Her Father always messed her life up when it started going good. Her job was stable, her apartment wasn’t above a crack den anymore and she’d made a couple of casual friends. She should have expected this sooner, she’d never managed to have all three at the same time before. He was all the family she had ever known, yet wasn’t a family really worth having. Whatever he owed to Fallen she prayed he could pay it back sooner rather than later or she would be walking out of here with no home or job to return to. She wouldn’t hold her breath to be getting out of here in the next few days. Her Dad was the master of excuses and always seemed to take his sweet time settling debts. Probably because paying off one debt meant getting into another. Yep, she’d be with Fallen MC at least a few weeks. On that depressing thought, she let herself fall back onto the bed.

Duke couldn’t believe his eyes. The woman that Slam had just led out of the pit was seriously fucking hot. Legs for miles and the bitch was stacked with full, perky tits pleasing his eyes. She’d got thick, black hair to her waist and the most amazing eyes he’d ever seen. Deep emerald green that seemed to glow in the dim light. When she opened her eyes he’d almost come in his damn pants. He was still hard now. Some bitch was gonna have to sort him out once he got upstairs to the bar.

She intrigued him, there was something different about her that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. She hadn’t sat there a weepy, stuttering mess, frozen in fear or pissing herself, which was more than he could say for most of the men that’d been restrained to a chair in that room. She either had no idea what Fallen was capable of or she had some brass balls hiding in them tight fucking jeans. His eyes were still turned towards the door as if he was waiting for her to come back through, when his attention was snagged.

“What was with that bitch? She didn’t even flinch. Fucking disappointed. I like to think we leave an impression. That bitch just accepted that shit like it happened every fucking day.” Razor, his best friend and real younger brother, blurted out as the door slowly closed. “Jesus, best not leave her around anything sharp, she’s likely to snap at some point!” He laughed and slapped Duke on the shoulder. His brother had a point, it was likely they’d be facing her meltdown at some point in the future. Maybe it was shock that had held her together so well.

“Come on, I need a drink.” Duke led the way to the club bar where a prospect set about getting them their regular.

He let his eyes wander around where most of the brothers were gathered and lit up a smoke. It was a regular night to all be gathered together, everyone having a good time. They were a close brotherhood and he always found the sight of it soothing. Picking up his four fingers of scotch, his mind kept drifting back to Nicole. Fuck. No bitch had kept his attention before and he didn’t like it now. Sure, she was a fine piece of ass but he’d seen and had plenty of hot bitches over the years and they came and went from his mind leaving no trace behind them.

It was more than likely she’d be a raving, crazy bitch like the rest of them. He’d learned long ago to never look at women and take her at face value, they were never as they first appeared. He’d lost count over the years of how many women seemed loyal, sweet and caring only to find out they were heartless, conniving sluts.

Just then, Slam reappeared. “Fucking bitch is funny as shit. Gonna sink my dick in that once Prez gives the all clear.”

Duke tried to block Slam’s voice from his head and the confusing, almighty need to punch the bastard and break his jaw. She was funny? He didn’t think he’d hear that. He had imagined her to be in her room trying to hold in a panic attack, not shooting the shit with Slam. The brother was a good edition to Fallen and everyone had voted him in with the first round of votes. That rarely happened, it was fun to see a prospect sweat a bit before he was officially patched in.

The volume around him gradually grew as the night wore on and a few club sluts started to circle the groups, hoping to catch a brother’s interest. The smell of stale perfume floated around them, irritating his senses. Why women felt the need to drown themselves in that musky shit Duke could never understand, especially when it tasted so fucking nasty on their skin. Who wants to lick the flavour of vanilla flowers off a bitch’s neck? He needed fresh air.

Outside, he joined the Musketeers, so called because there were three of them. They stuck together, no matter what and they fucked together, no exceptions. Separately they were dangerous. Together they were hell on earth. There was no point asking them to do anything individually because the other two would tag along anyway. He settled his eyes on the fire pit and watched the flames lick against each other.

“Business finished, Duke?” Bones, one of the three asked.

“Yep, bitch secured. You three ride to her apartment at first light, check through the lot and get some of her clothes and stuff together. Got a feeling she’ll be here a couple of weeks with her shit for brains father on the fucking task. Fuck, might be here for months.” The three chuffed at that as Duke pushed away the thought of what could be months of slamming his dick into her dripping, tight pussy. His dick still hadn’t calmed and it was time to sort that out.

He was making his way further into the yard, knowing that he would soon be followed. After only a few metres, the sound of hollow heels quickly making their way towards him put set his teeth on edge, he knew it’d be Helen. The bitch had been trying to be his old lady for over a year and was incapable of taking a hint. When a hint didn’t work, he started to say his rejections outright but it was like she had selective hearing and just ‘chose’ not to hear what she didn’t like. The fact that she’d lasted over a year here was a testament to her sucking skills but she was fucking clueless about everything else and her relentless pursuit of him was pissing him off. She had decided to stay with Fallen rather than return to Spitfire MC when she’d finished being collateral for one of their deals. The bastards took it well considering she had been a regular pussy for them, but he soon found out why. She was clingy, whiney and majorly emotional, yet she sucked like a vacuum and that’s what he needed right now.

He kept walking towards the perimeter fence. He never minded the brothers seeing his activities and Helen, the crazy bitch, liked to think he was showing her off and so put all her effort into it. When he led her someplace quiet she told other bitches it was because he wanted time with just the two of them so he’d put a stop to that. Now he overheard her bragging that he liked to show the other brothers that she was his. You can’t get through to a whacked bitch like that and he couldn’t care less. It was well known he had no intention of owning. If he ever did it wouldn’t be with a bitch who’d sucked nearly every brother here and had a pussy like a wizards’ sleeve.

Bracing by a tree, he opened his pants and pushed her to her knees in front of him. Helen always tried to kiss him first. He wasn’t bothered with kissing, he never saw the point. They should just get down to business as far as he was concerned. This also reinforced the understanding that this was just a fuck, no sweet romance bull shit.

“Oh baby, you’re so full tonight. Been thinking about this for a while?” Helen said in her creepy toddler voice as she rubbed him and licked the pre-come from his tip.

Duke blocked her out and pushed his dick deep into her mouth. That would keep her quiet. He saw she was getting herself off as well. Good, because he sure as fuck wasn’t doing it. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations flowing through his dick. He pictured emerald green eyes staring up at him, soft, fat lips stretched around his width. Quickly and silently he came, pulled from Helen’s mouth and zipped up. Patting Helen on the head, he took off toward the clubhouse before she could scramble off her knees to follow and went up to his apartment.

One of the perks to being Fallen VP was that he had an apartment on the second floor of the compound. It wasn’t overly big but it suited his needs. The old ladies had kitted it out for him. His bed was huge, he had big, comfy, leather furniture in his living room and a kick ass flat screen TV. It was his space and he didn’t like visitors. He stripped off his clothes, crashed on his bed and relaxed.

There was a lot of shit the club had to do in the next month and he didn’t need distractions. Businesses needed to stay in the black and deals under the radar. He needed to be focused. His cock started filling again as if he hadn’t just unloaded as he wondered what Nicole was doing in a room below him. His mind filled with images better left on the cutting room floor from hard core porn. He groaned to himself and buried his face in his pillow.

Banging on the door woke Nicole from a dreamless and restless sleep. The mattress she lay on creaked as she scanned the unfamiliar room for a clock, there wasn’t one to be found. There was only a small window in the room that was high up the wall beyond her reach. It was pouring in sunlight and her room was already heating up. She guessed it was late morning. She’d slept well under the circumstances but had kept being woken up by damn broken springs popping up through the mattress. The good news was she didn’t feel fuzzy at all now. Whatever drug Slam had given her must have totally left her system.

She jumped as the banging started again. She supposed she should just be happy that whoever was there had knocked and not just walked in. Standing and stretching, she forced herself to the door as the knocking grew more insistent. She opened it to a guy who could only be describe as an adonis. For the first time in her life her mind had frozen and her breath stalled.

He was tall, about 6ft 5” with broad shoulders and heavily muscled arms covered in black and grey tattoos. His face was angular with light brown eyes that were partially hidden by his thick brown hair that fell over them. His lips glistened like he’d just licked them, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top and Nicole fought the urge to bite it. He cleared his throat, snapping her back into herself. She was mortified. She had stood there openly checking him out. Her face flamed in embarrassment. She wanted to slam the door shut and crawl under the bed covers. That wasn’t an option though, she’d have to suck it up.

“Hi,” she croaked out, tentatively meeting his gaze.

“Your clothes and shit we got from your apartment.” He handed her a large black garbage bag. Nicole noticed his hand was covered in small scars and calluses and his knuckles were scabbed like he’d recently been in a fight. His voice was deep and smooth, she could almost feel it caressing her skin. “Some stuff in there from the club shop too, can’t have you wandering around looking like a prissy, uptight bitch.” At this point she knew he hadn’t been the one to go to her home, otherwise he’d know she was anything but prissy. Hell, she couldn’t afford prissy. “You got ten minutes to get your ass in gear and be downstairs. Bar needs restocking. I’m Duke, Fallen VP. Come to me if you have any questions.” With that he turned away and left.

It seemed he couldn’t get away from her fast enough. It was no wonder since she’d been silent the whole time. Standing and staring at him blankly like a moron. What the fuck was wrong with her? This was so not the time to get distracted by a hottie. Taking a deep breath, she set about getting ready. She didn’t want to be a slacker and earn a punishment on the first day. It was time to get herself together and get through this. She needed to stay focused. There was bound to be a lot to take in and she didn’t want him to think of her as an air head. No, not
him
, them.

Opening the bag she found her jeans, shorts, shoes, short skirts and tight tops. In the bottom was her toiletry and make up bags. They’d brought most of her staple wardrobe which was cool, it was what she didn’t find that pissed her off. Not one fucking bra or panties that wasn’t a thong in the whole damn bag. Bastards! What she wouldn’t have given to pack her own bag. Down the side was a paper sack. She knew there was no hope that there would be a good, supportive bra in there. Inside was 6 racer back tank tops with Fallen MC and the burning angel emblem printed on the front.