Reckless Love (Satan's Prophets MC, Book 2) (Satan's Prophets MC Series) (16 page)

Luis was turning onto the road that would take him to the warehouse when he spotted a
puta
walking along the sidewalk. He slowed his car down to get a better look at her. She was a light-skinned, blonde girl, not too common to see around that neighborhood, but just the way he liked them. His mark showed up so much clearer on their pale skin.

He made a U-turn and pulled up alongside her. That’s when he saw the deep blue color of her eyes and her full, red lips. He’d never noticed this one hanging around the corner before and couldn’t wait to sample her.

Sally was startled when the car stopped in front of her and a mean guy got out of it. She tried to walk past him, but he jumped in front of her. He grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her towards his sedan. “Come
puta
, you and me are going for a ride.”

Sally started to panic and dug her fingers into his hand, trying to get free of his grip. Luis slapped her hard across the face. It left her dazed and easy to manipulate into the back seat of his car. He drove out of town to a secluded spot he’d used before and where he knew her screams wouldn’t be heard. Luis dragged her out of his car and Sally went wild and hoped what she learned in her self-defense classes was enough to save her. She tried to poke his eyes out with her fingers, but he was ready for that.

He sneered at her ploy. “Such stupid
putas
. You all do that first.”

She lifted her leg and kicked Luis in his belly and he stumbled back a few paces. Another kick to his gut and he landed on the hard ground. Sally turned and was running toward his car when she was tackled from behind.

“You gotta do better than that, you cheap whore,” he growled out as he dragged her down with him. He quickly rolled over and laid on top of her, stopping her movement. “You want to act like a man, fight like a man!” He laughed menacingly and pulled back his fist and clipped her on the chin. Sally went out like a light. He hurriedly gathered up some dried-out brush and old broken branches that were laying around the woods, then made a fire in his usual fire pit he had built out of stones. He opened up his car trunk and pulled out his branding iron.

He dragged Sally over near the fire and pulled out his knife from its sheath strapped to his hip. His knife cut through her shirt like it was slicing through butter. He spread it open to bare her tits. His eyes took on an unusual glow as he toyed with the knife in his hand. Sally came to and started screaming as loud as she could. Luis slapped her. Then he slapped her again, harder this time. He ran his hand over her breasts.

“Nice tits,
puta
. Too bad I am going to leave my brand on them before I fuck you. When your tricks see my mark on you, they will know Luis had you before them.” He bent his head down to kiss each nipple. “Such perfect tits,” he muttered, his hands holding them up as he nuzzled his head between them. “Now, you will pay for kicking me.”

Luis reached into the fire and pulled out his branding iron with the letter “L” on the tip. It was glowing red hot. Sally screamed once again before she passed out from fear. He lightly touched her skin when he pulled the iron back and paused for a few seconds. He admired her beautiful face, then raised his body to look down at the flawless pale skin of her chest. He felt her shapely curves and long legs and decided she was too beautiful to brand. He shook his head and threw his branding iron away. This one, he decided, was going to be his woman.

* * *

Mick was sitting in his usual spot on the same stoop when old Aggie came walking towards him at a fast pace. Mick saw her wrinkled brow and wondered what was up.

“What’s wrong, Aggie?”

“I saw one of those bad men. He took off with that woman I saw you walking with. He’s a mean one. He picks up women and takes them to a spot in the woods and likes to leave his brand on them. This I know because some of these girls walking the street showed me where they were marked.”

“Where, Aggie? Where does he go?” Mick was speaking rapidly, his heart racing.

“Outside of town in the woods. Take the first dirt road on the left and follow it. Look for the smoke.” Mick had heard enough. He walked at a fast pace to his truck and drove out, praying he would get there in time.

* * *

Mick kept driving down the dirt road scanning the woods as he went along, looking for a likely spot where this guy would take her. Sara was in way over her head this time and he hoped she somehow got away from him. He stopped his truck and squinted his eyes, looking through the woods. He saw a faint stream of smoke rising above the tree line up ahead and drove on. When he got to where he thought the smoke was coming from, he stopped again. The smell of smoke was strong now. He got out of his truck and walked around slowly, listening. Then he heard it: a man’s laughter. Mick broke into a little clearing and spotted a man lying on top of Sara, his hands moving over her body. His rage exploded.

Luis’s focus was so intent on Sara’s body that he didn’t notice Mick coming up behind him. All of a sudden, he was grabbed from behind and lifted. Mick started swinging like a madman, pounding Luis over and over with his fists. After a few minutes, Luis was a bloody mess lying on the ground.

Mick drew his gun, aimed, and fired one shot clean between his eyes. He dragged his body deeper into the woods where he found a deep culvert. He rolled his body into it and covered him with broken limbs from trees and put a few larger rotted logs on top, then went back to Sara.

He lifted her head and her eyes opened. She started screaming and it took Mick some time to quiet her down. She came to her senses and recognized Mick, then started crying.

Mick carried her to his truck. “You need any immediate care, or are you okay ‘til I figure out where to take you?”

“I’m alright, just please get me out of here.” She trembled, holding her shirt together as best as she could.

“Did he rape you?”

“No, thank God.”

Mick was thinking fast of where to take her where she could be looked after. He had no choice but to take her back to his room at the motel. He had a feeling things were going to get interesting real fast.

Mick laid Sara on the bed and pulled out his wallet to count out some cash. He was going to find old Aggie and pay her to come back to take care of Sara. He looked out the window when he heard a vehicle race into the motel lot. Some tough-looking Hispanic guy got out of a black sedan and headed for his room. He drew his gun and waited for the knock. When it came, he opened the door and aimed.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“A friend of Sally’s.” Roberto saw her lying on the bed and saw red. “What happened to her?”

“Mick, put your gun away. He’s my friend,” Sally yelled over from the bed.

“That don’t tell me much, now does it, Sara? Or is it Sally?”

“Sally.”

“Look,” Roberto said, “I’ll explain it all in one minute. I have to get my first aid kit out of my car.”

Mick nodded for him to go, but kept his gun trained on him every second.

Roberto came in with the kit and sat down next to the bed. Sally was crying softly. He pulled her shirt open enough to uncover the top swell of her breasts, relieved to see there was only one red dot there.

“You do this to her?” Roberto asked, ready to beat Mick to a pulp.

“No. I just rescued her.”

“He’s telling the truth, Roberto. He saved me.”

Roberto nodded. “Let me dress this wound first and we’ll talk. Got any liquor here?”

Mick pulled out his bottle of bourbon and poured a healthy dose. He took it over to Sally and had her drink it all down while Roberto was working fast to disinfect her burn mark.

“It’s not bad, Sally. He barely touched the surface,” Roberto said, letting out a huge breath.

When Sally fell asleep, Mick spoke to Roberto. “How did you know to find her here? And who are you both?”

Roberto looked directly into Mick’s eyes when he replied, waiting for his reaction. “It’s a long story,
brother
.” Mick jerked his head back. That was the response Roberto was looking for. “So, it is true. You are with an MC. Sally thought you fit the mold. Which one?”

“You first,” Mick answered. “You still didn’t tell me how you knew to come here. What’s the deal with you and Sally? Why was she following me?”

Roberto laughed. “You’re not the only one with inside info from these hookers.”

Roberto got quiet for a minute and studied Mick. He decided to trust his instinct, which told him this guy was with the MC that took out Carlo and his boys. Why else would he be hanging around in disguise looking for info on that warehouse?

He spoke quietly. “Roberto, and this is Sally. Can’t say more than that. And you’re here nosing around because you heard about that warehouse, is my guess.” Roberto cocked his head and asked, “We’re both on the same side of the coin with our goal to keep an eye out for Santos, right?”

“No fuckin’ clue what you’re talking about. Never heard of Santos.”

Roberto knew he would never admit to anything, so he didn’t press him. “Look, I don’t have much time to hang around. I have to get Sally somewhere safe, then… who knows? Maybe I’ll see you around.”

After Roberto left with Sally, Mick stopped off at Bubba’s clubhouse. He sat down and chewed the shit with Bubba while they smoked some speed together. He filled Bubba in on everything that had transpired.

“I’ll be heading home today. Nothing more I can do down here. If my gut feeling is right, Roberto is working undercover with the feds and they’ve got it pretty much covered. They even got hookers undercover on the streets. Not getting our club mixed up with any of that shit. Hopefully they’ll snuff out Santos and end our worries for good. Gonna call Striker and fill him in, then take off.”

Mick hung up the phone and yelled over to Bubba.

“Thanks, bro. See ya around.”

“Ride safe, brother.”

Susanna yelled upstairs to Renee, “Are you ready yet? We’re starving down here, come on!”

Lori poured herself another glass of wine and giggled. “I guess I should have eaten lunch today, but I had no time.” She shot a dirty look over at Jaz. “I was too busy cleaning motel rooms most of the day. Our cleaning lady is sick again and she doesn’t know when she will be back. Honestly, Jaz, I told you she was too old to hire. If it isn’t gout, it’s her arthritis flaring up.”

Jaz took another gulp of her wine and sat back to relax. She usually tuned Lori’s bitching out, but not tonight.

“Lori, for God’s sake! When was the last time you got laid? I can always tell when you need a good jump; you get pissy over every little thing.”

“In this little hick town? Sorry, Jaz, but there isn’t a lot of men to choose from, now is there? I’m beginning to think I never should have bought that stupid motel with you. Now I’m stuck here, and it’s been so long since I got laid, my cherry probably grew back. Speaking of getting laid, where’s your hot man tonight?”

Jazz clapped her hands like a silly teenage girl. “Off on club business. He said he wouldn’t be home at all tonight, so… I can really let loose.”

By the time Renee finally came down, the other three girls were giggling madly and feeling no pain. She told them to come and eat something before they all passed out.

“Susanna and I made a special treat for you girls: sloppy joes!”

“Ooh! I love sloppy joes,” Lori giggled as she got up and walked a little wobbly into the kitchen followed by Jaz. “So where were we? Oh yeah, we’ve got to get Lori laid.” Jaz laughed.

Susanna widened her eyes. “Hey, if he has a brother, I could sure use a good one!” She hiccupped and covered her mouth with her hand. “Oops.”

Renee couldn’t remember having had this much fun in a long time. They heard a knocking at the door. When Susanna opened the door, she was surprised to see Holly standing there.

“Heard there’s a wild party going on, so here I am!” She held up a bottle of Tequila. “I got my sitter for the whole night, so I can drink and par-tay! Now, where are the damn glasses?”

* * *

“I know, let’s play truth or drink,” Lori suggested.

“Don’t you mean truth or dare?” Susanna asked.

“Hell, no. It’s truth or drink for me,” Lori said with a cheeky grin. “How else are we going to find out each other’s deep dark secrets?”

“You’re up next, Jaz.” Lori smirked and asked, “What sex position with JD turns you on the most?”

“Truth. When we do the sixty-nine position.” Renee looked confused so Jaz explained it to her. Renee turned all shades of red and the girls giggled harder.

Jaz decided to get back at Lori. She pointed her finger at her. “Your turn.”

“Did you ever suck Drifter’s cock?”

“Truth. No, but I’ll tell ya, I hope I get the chance someday.”

“Ew!” Renee gasped out loud. “That’s disgusting!”

“Oh, come on, Renee. You have really got to get with the program, girl. I’ll tell ya, suck Mick off and he will be your slave forever,” Lori told her with a dreamy smile.

Holly looked at Renee. “Renee, did you and Mick get it on yet?”

Renee couldn’t hide the flush that came over her face. “Truth. Yes, and it was wonderful.”

“I knew it!” Holly yelled out. “You have that look about you. I can always tell.”

The girls all clapped and cheered for Renee.

“Ok, Susanna.” Jaz asked, “Do you want Roach to screw you?”

Susanna downed her shot glass and banged the empty glass down on the table. “I’m not admitting to anything, I was just thirsty,” she scowled at her friends.

“Holly, this one is especially for you,” Jaz smirked devilishly at her. “Does Striker spank you during sex?”

Holly smirked. “That, my friends, you will just have to wonder about.” She took a big swallow of her drink.

“He must!” Jaz cried out with uncontrollable glee.

“Hey, I didn’t say that,” Holly protested.

“Your turn again, Holly. Now remember,” Jaz pointed out, “the truth, or you have to drink another shot if you choose not to answer!”

Holly looked around the room, then frantically ran out the door to get outside. She leaned over the railing and puked into the bushes. The night air felt good, so she stood there for a little while. Walking back into the house on shaky legs, she noted that only she and Renee weren’t passed out. Of course, Renee hadn’t had a drop of booze.

Renee got up and yawned. “The spare bedroom is made up for you. I’m going to bed. Michael gets up pretty early.”

Holly turned to look for Jaz, then noticed she had fallen asleep on the couch.

* * *

Susanna woke up with a horrible headache and the pounding on the front door didn’t help any. In a testy mood, she hollered, “Alright already! I’m coming!” She opened the door to find JD and Striker standing there, not looking too happy.

“Where are they?” JD growled. Susanna moved aside and waved her arm over to the couch where Jaz still slept. “Holly’s upstairs, probably sleeping too.”

JD picked up Jaz and carried her out to his truck followed closely by Striker, who had a protesting Holly thrown over his shoulder. “Put me down, you buffoon! I can walk by myself.” Striker whacked her ass.

“Calm the fuck down or you’ll be getting a few more of those when we get home.”

Striker didn’t see the big smile on Holly’s face.

Susanna was laughing out loud as she closed the door thinking it was worth her being hung over to see that show.