Hidden Secrets (Satan's Prophets MC) (13 page)

A painful throbbing in her head woke Jaz up. Squinting at the light coming in through the window, she groaned out loud, “How much the hell did I drink last night?”

Lori jumped off the chair and ran over to Jaz when she heard her groan and mumble, something about never drinking again.

“Thank goodness you’re awake. I was so worried about you.” Jasmine looked over to see Lori standing there with a worried frown on her face.

Damn it
. Jaz winced as she tried to raise her head. “I really tied one on last night, didn’t I?” She plopped her head back down onto her pillow. “I feel like I have a cinder block in my head.”

“I think it was Joe, that slimy sleazebag. I think he slipped something into your drink last night. Do you remember anything of what happened?”

“Not much.” Slowly little fragments of the night before began to come back. “I remember talking about a pay raise with him and up to the point where we went into the office to talk, but after that, everything is kind of blurry. I think I heard someone yelling, can’t remember much more than that.”

“JD went back to the office to look for you. His face turned ugly when he found out where you were. Minutes later, Big Daddy came and told us to get to your car. Drifter was standing next to it and you were lying on the back seat. I’ll tell ya, he looked just as scary as JD did. All he said to me was, see to her. Then he shook his head as he walked away. I don’t know where JD went.”

“Lori help me get dressed,” Jaz shouted, as she was frantically trying to get up and get her clothes on.

“I need to talk to JD. I have to find out what happened.”

Jaz and Lori pulled up to the clubhouse around noon and were happy to see only a few bikes parked there.

“I don’t know if this is such a good idea.” Lori was getting nervous as a long haired guy with a scruffy beard came walking over to their car.

“You girls lost or something? Do you know you’re on private property?” He bent down to look in the car to see if they were alone. “What do ya’s want, coming here?”

Jasmine spoke up quickly before she lost her nerve. “I’m looking for JD. It’s important that I talk to him.”

He shook his head. “He’s not here, baby doll. Be safer for you if you turn around and head back the way you came.” He nodded towards the dirt road.

“How about Drifter?” she asked hurriedly, as an after-thought.

The prospect snickered at them. “Wait here. I’ll see if he’s around.”

Drifter came out five minutes later, zipping up his jeans. When he saw who was sitting in the car, he stopped dead in his tracks and muttered, “Unbelievable.” Shaking his head, he started walking back towards the clubhouse.

“Drifter please…” Jaz pleaded.

Stopping for a moment, he walked back over to them with his hands fisted and a scowl on his face—definitely not happy to see them.

“You girls should know better than to come here. What do ya’s want?”

“I need to talk to JD about last night. It’s really important.” Jaz was desperate.

“He’s gone. Rode out last night, after what went down.”

“Where did he go? Why?” Jasmine spoke quickly, getting more frantic.

“Don’t know where and as to why—you should know the answer to that,” Drifter replied, looking down at Jaz, twisting his mouth in disgust.

“That’s just it, I don’t know!” Jaz cried out, getting hysterical now. “I don’t remember anything about last night. I mean—I remember arriving there and all, but after that? Nothing!”

“Calm down, girl. You were pretty drunk. Maybe that’s why you don’t remember getting it on with that douche bag last night,” Drifter spit out.

Totally embarrassed, Jasmine whispered, “Oh, no. I honestly don’t remember.”

“Well—I do,” Lori shouted, jumping out of the car and facing Drifter. She was red faced and totally livid at how Drifter was treating Jaz.

“She was drugged! That’s what happened, you idiot! She didn’t drink any more than I did and I was fine. Probably when you went to the bathroom,” she hissed, looking back down at Jaz. “That dirty old pig!”

“Look, both of you calm down. Nothing we can do about it now. When JD comes back, I’ll tell him what you think happened.” Drifter looked pointedly at Lori, telling her without words that he didn’t believe a word she spoke.

“Yeah, you do that. You’re all a bunch of total jerk offs,” Lori screamed, looking right at Drifter. Jumping back in the car, she said, “Come on, Jaz. Screw them all.”

JD woke up feeling like someone was hammering a nail into his brain. He sat up slowly, trying to raise his head to look around and see where the hell he was.

“Here.” Someone shoved a cup of black coffee in his face. “You look like you could use it.”

JD squinted through blood shot eyes into the face of one of the club’s bitches. Her name was…Annie or was it Roseanna? Even though he couldn’t remember her name, what he could remember was that she was good in the sack.

“Thanks,” he groaned out while grabbing the coffee with a shaky hand, “you got that right.”

Leaning over, she started running her hand up and down his back. “Don’t know what brought you back here, JD honey, but you need anything, you come see me. Annie will take care of your worries.”

“Sure thing, Annie,” JD grumpily replied.

Watching her shake that sexy ass as she walked away, JD thought,
why not? Why not go back to all that mindless sex?
Hell, at least he didn’t have any trouble that way.
Yep, that’s just what he’d do,
he thought, as he poured a healthy dose of Jack Daniels into his coffee. He’d spend the afternoon getting drunk and forgetting about Jasmine and that damn state of Pennsylvania.

“Give the prick another kick to wake his dead ass up,” Gunner told Shots.

“I don’t know, Gunner—I think the stupid fucker is dead.” Shots nudged JD with his boot, again.

JD rolled over with a moan and the bros’ all laughed.

“Dumb fuck,” Gunner muttered under his breath trying to wake him up, now with a slap to his face.

“Come on JD, rise and shine. I don’t need no sleeping fuckin’ beauty in my clubhouse.” JD wasn’t moving so they left him right where he was—laying on the filthy, dirty floor, passed out cold.

Later that afternoon (when JD was up and coherent) Gunner, the President of the Ohio support club sat down next to him at the bar and lit up a joint.

“Don’t know why you’re back here, but as long as you are I might as well have you ride out with my boys and check things out.”

Passing on the beer put in front of him, he lit up the joint Gunner gave him and asked for a coffee instead. That got Gunner laughing at him again. 

“Any new problems?”

“Nah, just figure give ya something to do.”

Annie brought over his coffee with a friendly smile on her face. Standing next to him, she started running her hand along his thigh, giving little squeezes here and there.

“Annie,” Gunner ordered, “get your sweet ass outta here.”

She smiled at JD, saying, “Later.”

“Horny little bitch,” Gunner snapped, watching her walk away.

JD took a drink of his coffee then looked at Gunner.

“What are you doing back here so soon, anyway? All’s quiet since you were last here. The protection money is coming in steady,” Gunner said as he took a long drag on his joint and inhaled. “Hell, I don’t know who those shop keepers are more fearful of, us or the gang that’s been trying to take them over,” he joked.

“No reason,” JD said shrugging his shoulders. “Just out for some good riding and found myself back here.”

“Well, there’s lots of riding here for ya brother,” Gunner offered, waving his hand at the bitches hanging around the clubhouse.

JD turned around to check them out and had to agree with Gunner.

“Looks like you got a few new ones.” JD took another hit on his joint then nodded at one red head in particular.

Gunner followed his stare and saw Janie.

“She’s a new one all right. Was gonna try her out myself later, all that fiery red hair,” he chuckled. Gunner raised his eyebrows and continued talking, “you know what they say about red hair, don’t ya?”

“Better watch out she don’t fuckin’ kill ya, bro,” JD said trying to keep a straight face.

“Well, if you can think of a better way to go, you let me know,” Gunner yelled over his shoulder as he made his way over to where Janie was standing.

JD watched as Gunner threw his arm around her neck and whispered in her ear. Smiling, she took Gunner’s hand and led him down the back hallway.

Seeing JD sitting there all alone, Annie jumped at her chance. She and JD had been together a few times before and she knew he could ‘rock her world’ like no other. Rubbing up against his back, she blew a hot breath into his ear before she started nibbling on it. Annie knew what he liked and she would give it, in full force. She ran her hands over his chest and down lower still. Breathing heavy now, Annie started to unzip his jeans slowly, while nibbling on his neck.

Just what I need
, JD thought to himself, his dick beginning to get hard. Smiling at Annie, he grabbed her hand and walked with her outside. Bending her over his bike, he spread her legs with his knee, unzipped his jeans and rammed his cock in deep with one stroke. He plowed Annie like a dying man getting his last breath of air. JD closed his eyes and when he climaxed it was Jasmine’s face he pictured in his mind. Thoroughly pissed off at himself, he smacked Annie on her ass and told her to take a hike. He then hopped on his bike and rode off into the wind. It seemed that riding was the only thing that gave him any peace.