Ruin and Rise (3 page)

Z
eke’s knew that
if he wanted a good relationship with Dani, with his future grandchild, he needed to try and make a step in the right direction with Shakes. He sat at the front entrance of the Soldiers clubhouse, the gates stopping him from entering. The two club members, one of them a prospect, talked on a cell and stared at him. He knew they’d let him in. They’d be fucking stupid not to.

The patched-in member he knew was called Nerd stepped away from the gate and bent down to stare at Zeke.

“Demon know you coming by?” The big motherfucker said, a toothpick hanging out of his mouth.

“Would it matter if he did? Just let me the fuck in,” Zeke ground out, not hiding his anger or annoyance.

Nerd slowly stood, gestured for the prospect, and then the gates slowly opened.

Zeke didn’t wait around. He drove his car up the driveway, saw the members coming out of the front doors, and knew they were on alert because he was here. But he’d come here alone, needed to talk to Demon, and if they even thought of fucking with him, they’d wish they had never intervened. He’d fucking make sure.

He climbed out of his car, rolled his head around on his neck, and cracked his knuckles. He was packing a big fucking Glock at the small of his back, but then he didn’t go anywhere without having at least one gun on him and a couple in his car.

He made his way toward the clubhouse, moved past the members hanging outside, their nasty fucking glares trained right at him, but he just made sure to glare right back at them. They had balls of steel right now because he was alone, and he was on their turf, but their dicks would be sucked up inside of their groins if this MC weren’t protecting them.

He recognized a few of the Patches: Weasel, Tryck, and Vengeance. There were a couple of prospects hanging with them, joints between their lips, their black leather cuts deeming them less worthy than the members.

When he moved into the clubhouse, the scene was something he was familiar with. Club whores were all around, half naked, their tits and ass hanging out. They were fucking, sucking cock, getting their asses smacked, and stripping for the brothers. But he didn’t see any of the members that had old ladies, and Zeke knew enough about the club to know they didn’t fuck around once they settled down. But Zeke would never settle down, would never give up the pain and pussy in abundance at his clubs. He liked getting down and dirty, liked inflicting pain and ultimately pleasure. It was who he was, and fuck anyone that thought he should be different.

The club seemed to stand still when Zeke stared at them, as if their entire world stopped, waiting for the anvil to hit the ground, causing the fucking apocalypse.

He saw Demon inside the meeting room, on his cell, his face showing nothing. And there was Striker, a big motherfucker that was all tatted up, pierced, and looked ready to bulldoze right through Zeke.

“Move it, boy,” Zeke said in a low, deadly voice, not about to fuck around.

“You want to speak with Demon, you’ll wait until the Prez is done.”

Hell fucking no.

Zeke wasn’t about to play games. He tensed, and it was only when Demon got off the phone and hauled ass out of the meeting room that Zeke stopped going for his gun.

“No call before you show up at my place?” Demon asked, shoving his phone in his cut, and tipping his chin toward Striker.

“Go get drunk or fuck something. Zeke and I clearly need to talk.”

Striker stared at Zeke for a moment, and there was something in his eyes that had Zeke curious. It was a darkness, the same kind of darkness that Zeke himself had.

He followed Demon into the meeting room, slammed the door shut, and felt his anger rise. “That little fucker was seconds away from getting a bullet in his damn neck.”

“Calm down,” Demon said and gestured to a seat at the table. “You want a drink.”

“Make it a strong one,” Zeke said and sat down.

“What is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” Demon asked and set a square cut glass in front of Zeke. Demon took a seat in front of Zeke, drank his own whiskey, but didn’t say anything.

“It’s about Shakes.”

He saw Demon tense, but then the president of the club leaned back and finished off his drink. “What about him?”

“I know you still talk to him, even if you kicked his ass out.”

Demon didn’t say anything after that, but he could see from the man’s face that what Zeke said was the truth.

“He might not have a patch anymore, but is still considered family. We might have blacked out his ink, but we didn’t cut him off altogether. We had to draw the line somewhere, and him getting booted was enough, we thought.”

Zeke didn’t give two shits about what they did on their own time. He would have killed Shakes no matter what, but then his daughter said she loved him, and Zeke couldn’t bring that kind of hurt on her. So that’s why he was here now, wanting to make her happy, make things right with her. He wanted to make a step in the right direction.

“I want you to take Shakes back in the club. I want you to make him a member again.”

Striker took another
shot, turned and stared at the bitches all around the club, and felt his cock harden. He was horny as shit, wanted some tight pussy, but he was still fuming about that motherfucker Zeke coming up all in their turf and acting like he had some kind of claim on shit. He might have power, might be able to level a city with just a phone call, but that didn’t mean he could come into their domain and start acting like he could throw shit down.

“Man, you look like you’re ready to beat some ass,” Nerd didn’t like Zeke any more than the next bastard.

“Well, that prick came in here, about to draw the gun he’s got tucked in the small of his back, and I went on alert.”

“Well, yeah he’s a big fucking asshole, but we have to keep it neutral with him,” Nerd said and tossed back a shot. “Fuck, give me another one,” Nerd jokingly demanded from the prospect serving them drinks.

Dirty, the prospect they’d nicknamed because he liked some really dirty sex, set the bottle of whiskey on the counter and grabbed more glasses. He started filling the glasses and handing them out.

“Just go find a loose bitch to fuck, let her suck on your cock, then fuck her in the ass,” Nerd said and started laughing. “Hell, I know you’re into that beating their ass and shit. There are some real funky chicks in here that would be more than happy to be black and blue for you.”

Striker grunted, knowing that there were plenty of females that liked to suck dick while they got their hair pulled, or who liked his belt right across the back of their thighs. Steel, a member into the rougher kind of sex, the kind that left marks, and had the girls screaming for more, wasn’t all that different from Striker.

Striker might like to have the women straining for him, have them begging him to stop, but he didn’t just like the pain and pleasure. He liked the humiliation, the beatings that had them crying, had them begging him to stop. But he couldn’t stop, and some of the women he fucked realized they liked what he had to give them, liked that he was rough, hard, and unforgiving with them.

He looked at the closed door of the meeting room, hated Zeke, but also knew the man owned some hardcore BDSM clubs. That’s what Striker was hard for; needed like he needed a fucking tight, wet pussy wrapped around his cock.

He finished off his alcohol, knew that if he didn’t find a woman, he might just go in there and beat Zeke down. That or follow him to his club and slip in without the bastard knowing a Soldier was there, thinking they were there to start shit. Hell, that’s just what he needed; the guys finding out he was so fucking twisted and hard up he had to go to that motherfucker’s place of business.

He snagged the closest club whore that walked by, all but hauled her to his body, and strode down the hallway to his room. Yeah, he’d be fucking her good and hard tonight, and trying not to think about all the dark, delicious things he could do to a woman at Zeke’s.

S
hakes stood in
Zeke’s house after getting a call that he was needed, or more like demanded, to show up. He was tired from the revelation last night. Dani was pregnant, and they were going to have a little baby. He was so damn happy inside, but he couldn’t show it. Zeke’s reaction put a damper on the entire situation, and Shakes didn’t know whether or not to be happy about it in front of him.

Entering the house, he made his way toward the kitchen. He heard Zeke in there messing around. Standing in the doorway, he saw Zeke was making himself something to eat. He didn’t know if he should take this as a good or bad sign. Zeke wasn’t known for being domesticated.

“You took your time,” Zeke said, without looking up.

“You call me from the other side of the city during rush hour. It wasn’t going to be easy getting here.”

Zeke looked up. “Dani came to see me.”

Shakes tensed up, his hand going to his piece behind his back.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. I’ve told my boys that if they hear a gunshot and I’m dead, they’re to kill you instantly.” Zeke was always one step ahead.

“What the fuck do you want, Zeke?”

“Is that anyway to speak to your father-in-law?”

Gritting his teeth, Shakes forced himself to remain calm. Zeke nodded his head toward a seat, and Shakes reluctantly lowered himself into it. There was no way he could kill Zeke, not when it would hurt Daniella the most.

“Dani came to see me in one of my strip clubs. Scared me to fucking death when I saw her there.”

“Wait? She was actually at one of the strip clubs?” Shakes asked. It was news to him. He didn’t know that his woman was aware of any of the specific businesses her father was part of. The last place Shakes wanted her hanging out was near Zeke’s business. Fuck, she was pregnant, and she shouldn’t be doing that shit.

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly.”

“What did she see?” Shakes asked, annoyed.

“Nothing. She didn’t see anything, but she sure heard plenty.”

Cursing, Shakes ran fingers through his hair. “I don’t want her exposed to that kind of shit.”

“I didn’t want her exposed to the biker life, but I didn’t get what I wanted.”

“You were the one who made us take care of her. The only person you can blame is yourself. I don’t have to listen to this fucking shit. I love your daughter. I’ve proven that.”

“And now you’ve knocked her up.”

Shakes paused, and stared at the man who could make him disappear in a heartbeat. If Zeke really wanted him gone, he’d have been dead by now. “Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Why else would you be here,” Zeke said. “I didn’t want her to be at my strip club. I’ve tried to keep that shit away from her.”

“I didn’t want her to come and see you. I wanted to handle it. It’s my business.”

“And it’s my daughter’s business as well. Don’t start to push her out of it.”

Shakes stood up, glaring at him. “Don’t fucking do that. Dani shouldn’t be anywhere near you.”

“And you think you’re any better?” Zeke asked.

Before he knew it, Shakes had drawn his gun and was pointing it at Zeke. He wasn’t surprised to see Zeke doing exactly the same.

“Well, we’re at this point again, Shakes,” Zeke said. “Have you got the balls to do it?”

“Fuck you.”

“I’m Dani’s father, your unborn baby’s grandfather. Are you going to kill me?” Zeke asked, taunting him.

“What about me?” Shakes asked.

“What about you?” Derision leaked from Zeke’s voice. Shakes didn’t have a problem with how Zeke viewed him. He couldn’t stand the bastard himself.

“I’m the love of Dani’s life. It’s my baby in her belly, my ring on her finger, and my last name that she bears. You going to put me in the ground? You would never see her again.”

They both had a great deal of power that they could use against the other.

“What the fuck is going on?” Dani asked, shocking both men as she walked into the kitchen. Neither of them lowered their weapons, and Shakes didn’t look away from Zeke. One moment of weakness and he’d be a dead fucker.

“We’re having a little discussion, honey,” Zeke said.