SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book) (15 page)

12.

(Shelby)

The guys all turned to face the
priest. More guns were drawn. I covered my ears and just froze, trying to
prepare myself for the ensuing bloodbath.

But nothing happened.

The priest stood there, holding the
butt of a gun with three fingers. It was like he was afraid of the gun.

I took a few steps back and
realized what was happening.

“
Fuck!
”
Layne yelled.

“
I
was just giving you this,
”
the priest said.
“
It was
Pep
’
s. I know how much it
mattered. I wanted you to have it, Layne. I
’
ve
blessed it and wish it proper use.
”

I realized then it was Pep
’
s white gun. His most prized
possession. I felt like Daddy in that moment, so damn paranoid about
everything. Waiting for the next person to attack. Waiting for the next body to
turn up dead.

The priest looked at me, his eyes
wide.

“
I
am so sorry,
”
I whispered.
“
I didn
’
t
…”

“
It
’
s okay,
”
he said.
“
I
understand, dear. This is a different life than the one others live.
”

“
Jesus
Christ,
”
Layne said. He
looked at the priest.
“
Sorry.
”

“
Layne,
I didn
’
t mean
…”

Layne moved at me. He grabbed my
hand tight.
“
You just gave
everyone here a fucking heart attack.
”

“
I
know,
”
I said.
“
I saw a gun.
”

“
It
’
s okay. It
’
s okay.
”
Layne looked at the white gun and then looked to
the guys.
“
This gun will
only be used one more time. To kill the motherfucker who shot Pep. We will find
out who did it. They will be captured. They will take a bullet to the throat
with this weapon. Then they
’
ll
bleed out and die, staring up at a ceiling, suffering. There will be no peace
for them. No rest. No prayer. The ground they get buried in will not be sacred,
holy, or blessed. Just rocks. Nothing but dirt and rocks.
”

The guys started to cheer.

With that, the last ride was done.

Layne gave the orders and everyone
returned to their motorcycles. He led the charge back to the clubhouse where a
party quickly began. The funeral for Pep was an instant excuse to celebrate. To
drink. To have women coming through the lot and clubhouse, ready to strip,
suck, and fuck anyone they could.

I took my spot behind the bar,
still wearing a black dress. I wanted to get changed and honestly just wanted
to sleep. The funeral for Pep hadn
’
t
been done in any fashion that normal people did. It had been held an hour
before sunset. So now, it was dark outside. Darkness provided cover for the
guys to do whatever they wanted.

Brett asked for a shot of whiskey
and two beers. Some blondie had her head on his shoulder, looking ready to go.
Axe was in the corner with two women completely naked, dancing. Finn had been
with one woman, who was now sleeping on a pool table. He had another one now. He
took her out of the clubhouse.

I hadn't seen Layne in over an
hour. Jealousy hit me and I hated myself for it. It was dumb to worry, but I
couldn
’
t stop myself from
doing so. Whether or not Layne was fucking another woman shouldn
’
t have mattered. We weren
’
t together. We weren
’
t hitched. And even if we were,
this life was different. The entire scene
…

The door opened and Layne came
walking in.

He finished off a beer and put the
bottle on the bar.

I watched as two women looked at
Layne and made a straight line for him. Before they could even touch him, Layne
grabbed a barstool and blocked their path.

“
Stay
the fuck away from me,
”
he said.
Then he looked at me.
“
You
come with me right now.
”

I stepped from behind the bar and
Layne took me by the hand. He pulled and damn near dragged me through the
clubhouse and down the hallway. He took me straight to his room and kicked open
the door. When he shut the door and locked it, my heart began to race. He moved
at me fast and had me by the waist. Then I was off my feet. Layne pinned me
against the back wall.

“
Fucking
hell, sweetheart,
”
he said.

“
What?
What did I do now?
”

“
That
fucking dress. It
’
s been
killing me.
”

“
The
dress?
”

Layne put me on my feet. His mouth
then crashed to mine. He kissed me deep and hard. He stole my breath and stole
my heart. My knees bent but his hand was right there, between my legs, reaching
up the dress. His fingers dug at my panties, pressing against my warm center,
bringing my wetness to life again with ease.

Breaking the kiss, Layne growled
and spun me around. My hands hit the wall and I tried to brace myself. I looked
back at Layne and watched the feral look in his eyes. He was drunk, guilty, and
hard as a rock.

His hands lifted my dress, folding
it over my lower back. As his hands slid down, he grabbed my panties and pulled
them down to the back of my knees. Apparently that
’
s all he needed. His left hand squeezed at my ass
while his other hand cut between my legs again. This time his bare fingers
grazed my pussy. He massaged my wetness, spreading me everywhere.

“
Goddammit,
”
he said. He looked at me.
“
You fucking kill me.
”

“
Just
fuck me then,
”
I said.
“
Do whatever you want to me,
Layne. Do it right now.
”

“
You
don
’
t command me,
”
he said. He thrust himself at
me, his cock still tucked into his jeans.
“
You
beg me for it.
”

“
Please
fuck me,
”
I groaned.
“
I
’
m
soaking wet, Layne. Please just fuck me.
”

Layne took his hands off my body
and opened his jeans. He then tore off his leather cut and dropped it to the
floor. Next came his black t-shirt, leaving me with nothing but chiseled MC
muscle to stare at. When he unzipped his fly, his jeans slipped down to his
ankles, his thick cock popping free.

He didn
’
t even bother touching himself this time. Instead,
his hands grabbed my ass and spread me wide open. His thumbs touched the very
edge of my wetness as he came forward at me. I felt the head of his cock touch
me, penetrate me, demanding my body to stretch for him.

“
That
fucking dress,
”
he said.
“
You look so beautiful, Shelby.
”

Beautiful? Shelby?

I opened my mouth to say something
and Layne thrust. Hard. Deep. Filling me to the point where I was on my toes,
my legs shaking.

He didn
’
t stop there either. His hands grabbed my waist and
he held on tight. And he fucked me harder than he ever did before. All I could
do was put my hands to the wall and push back at him. I was his. It
’
s what I wanted and what my body
needed. No matter what danger and pain waited outside.

Layne slipped his hands up my body,
taking the dress with him. He cupped my breasts and made me stand up. The
pressure grew even more. I bit my lip, groaning. Layne put his mouth to my ear
and grunted. He then started to come, surprising me finishing like he did. His
beautiful cock pumped into me over and over.

But that wasn
’
t the most shocking thing.

Layne kissed my ear and then
whispered,
“
I fucking love
you, Shelby.
”

Before I could respond, Layne
pulled out of me and spun me, tossing me to the bed. I could barely breathe as
a tingling warmth spread from between my legs and down. I clawed at the bed as
my sex still pulsed.

I watched Layne walk to the door
and leave.

When I found my breath and words, I
said something, finally.

“
I
love you too.
”

13.

(Layne)

I had five guys with me on the side
of the road. We were far enough away from the main part of Oakville I wasn
’
t worried about getting made out
here. Not to mention Sheriff fucking Bob wouldn
’
t
want to get involved with this meeting. He was better left in town, worrying
about ties to the mafia.

Out in the dirt I saw the black dots
of what would reveal themselves as cars. Two black cars, two motorcycles.

“
They
don
’
t believe in roads?
”
I asked.

“
Not
if they can avoid them,
”
Finn said.
“
Makes it harder
to track them. Think about it. Between the flats here and the mountains a
little north. They know how to hide.
”

“
Yet
they still do business,
”
I
said.
“
You have to admire
that.
”

“
It
’
s more desperation,
”
Finn said.
“
So they don
’
t lose ground. Play it easy with
them, Layne. They
’
re an
asset.
”

“
You
telling me what to do, Finn?
”

I looked at Finn. He looked at me.
I wasn
’
t sure if he was
joking or being a prick. Goddamn, I wanted to punch the guy in the face. Maybe
that
’
s what we really
needed. Just to go at it. I wanted the truth out of him in the worst way. I
wanted to know what he was hiding from me and from the club.

The cars and motorcycles came to a
stop. The bikers climbed off their rides. They were built like tanks. Bald, dark
skin, tattoos everywhere. They wore black sunglasses and opened their leather
jackets to show they were packing guns.

The backdoor to one of the cars
opened and out came two men. Suits and ties. Deep purple colored ties. Their
skin was naturally tan, smooth, no tattoos, no earrings. Clean cut and looking
as straight laced as possible. Yet when I looked into their eyes, they were
anything but.

“
This
is the new President,
”
one
said and offered his hand.

I shook it.

“
I
’
m Johnston.
”

“
I
’
m Layne. Thanks for meeting us.
”

“
Thanks
for offering to help. This is my right hand man, Carlin.
”

“
Hey,
”
I said and shook his hand.

Carlin nodded and then folded his
arms.
“
Why should we trust
you dirty ass motherfucking bikers?
”

“
Peaceful,
huh?
”
I asked, looking at
Finn.

“
Cut
the shit,
”
Finn said to
Carlin.
“
I
’
ll rip your fucking throat out.
”

“
Look,
we
’
ll get down to the
numbers,
”
Johnston said.
“
My guys pulled a security detail
fifteen miles out looking for me. Apparently there was a few homicides right
outside Reno last week. Shallow graves. Such a waste.
”

“
You
do it?
”
I asked.

“
Ah,
come on, President Layne, a good man never kisses and tells, does he?
”

“
No,
”
I said.
“
But a guy like me fucks and tells.
”

“
Lucky
I wasn
’
t doing any fucking.
”

“
I
’
m not sure what your process is,
”
I said.
“
But we
’
re
in need of cash and I could use the trip. Our MC is really under scrutiny right
now. It
’
s been a mess for a
while and I
’
m working on
cleaning it all up. We have heat from the town, from the north, and from
others. Just got done burying a former President in a bar shooting.
”

“
Damn
shame,
”
Johnston said.
“
We have an order that needs to
go east. We can
’
t take it,
obviously. I
’
m sure my boy
Finn has explained it all to you.
”

“
Your
guys got pinched.
”

“
Just
a couple dumb motherfuckers running their mouths. Undercover police posing as
strippers. Butt ass naked, grinding on my guys, right? Working them. Had to
hand it to them. They earned it. The arrest.
”

“
What
about your guys?
”
I asked.

“
They
’
re behind bars. I
’
m playing the cards straight.
Once the smoke clears, they
’
re
going to have some accidents. It
’
s
going to be a shame for the Dark Angels. Two brothers in prison wind up dead.
That
’
s going to stir up
heat. And eyes. Get it, President Layne?
”

I liked the guy. Johnston was
honest. Brutal. My height, my build, a guy that could take off the suit and put
on a leather cut and fit right in.

“
What
exactly do you need me to do?
”

“
I
work this way, President Layne. You don
’
t
know what I
’
m delivering.
You just do it. I pay way too much for the service, but I
’
m a humble guy. I grew up eating
shit out of the trash. So I know what nothing feels like. I prefer everything,
which is what I have and what I will always have.
”

“
So
the less I know, the better,
”
I said.

“
Smart.
Exactly.
”

I looked around the scene.
“
You know, Johnston, you
’
re more than welcome to do this
at the clubhouse. I can take the risk of the heat to provide you a little more
hospitality than this.
”

“
That
’
s fine, President Layne. Let
’
s just secure this deal now. I
need that shipment to be delivered. It
’
s
crucial to my business. To my customers. It pushes so far out, President Layne,
you can
’
t even imagine.
Which is why you don
’
t need
to do that. You
’
ve got to
take care of the bigger problems.
”

“
Such
as?
”

“
You
know what I mean. We canvassed the area. There
’
s
two men watching this meeting. Bikers. Rival crew of yours. They
’
re not going to do anything
though.
”

I looked around. I pointed to Brett
and Hawke.
“
Go for a ride.
Find them and gut them.
”

“
So
I
’
ll give you my down
payment.
”
Johnston opened
his jacket and took out a wad of cash.
“
That
’
s ten. That
’
s a good start. You take that,
use it. When the shipment is delivered, there
’
s
more. Now, the other part of your down payment.
”

Johnston snapped his fingers and
the trunk of one of the cars opened.

Carlin pulled a guy out of the trunk.

It was one of the Mountain Killers.
Hands tied behind his back, rope around his mouth.

“
Cut
the rope,
”
I said.

Carlin cut it from the guy
’
s mouth. I couldn
’
t contain myself as I punched
the guy the mouth. Blood sprayed and I felt his jaw crack against my knuckles.
He went down to the ground and I stomped on him.

“
We
caught him trying to put a bomb down,
”
Johnston said.
“
These are
tough boys. They
’
re nasty.
”

“
They
’
re cockroaches,
”
I said.

“
President
Layne,
”
Johnston said.
“
You have to realize something. I
’
m not going to babysit this
situation. I know Finn spoke of us. The relationship we
’
ve had for years. I
’
m
okay with offering a hand or an eye on things. But this
…”
He pointed to the Mountain Killer.
“
This is no good. Little fucks
running around.
”

“
That
’
s my problem,
”
I said.
“
I
’
m
sorry for that.
”

“
Me
too. I want this to all work, President Layne. This is my offering to you. Take
care of your problems. And I
’
ll
be in touch with more on the shipment.
”

I shook hands with Johnston and the
Dark Angels left.

I looked at Finn.

“
What?
”
he asked.

“
Bury
him,
”
I said.
“
Leave his head sticking out of
the dirt.
”

“
We
’
re not going to kill him?
”
Finn asked.

“
No.
”

I walked to my ride and fired it
up. I sat there with the engine running. I stared out to the horizon. The
enemies were there. Always fucking there. I looked over to Finn. He was on his
cell.

I needed to trust more. I needed to
find that trust though.

The shooting lingered in my mind.
The Devil Call MC cut. Pep
’
s
death. The wars all around me, raging. Shit. The fucking war inside my chest. I
had fucking told Shelby I loved her. Not that it was a lie or anything, but
that shouldn
’
t have come
out then. That should have been kept locked tight in me for a long damn time.
Until all these messes were cleaned up.

I started to move, not even calling
for someone to ride with me.

I should have been safer, but I
didn
’
t care. I hadn
’
t been safe with anything
lately. Myself. The club. Shelby
’
s
damn heart. I just needed to get through this run for the Dark Angels. That was
my excuse to get near Reno and then take care of the situation with Shelby
’
s mother.

I hated to feel guilty. But that
was sometimes a side effect of murder.