Authors: Ryder Dane
Tags: #Fiction, #Romance, #Action & Adventure, #Contemporary, #Erotica, #New Adult
to keep food hot and bottles and other glassware from clinking together and breaking
when they transported catered meals or made a liquor run.
The two young men watched her like a hawk, or River would have gone over the
fence and into the backdoor. She laid back on the pads next to Maisey to rest her back,
and within minutes was asleep.
Race watched War breaking his knuckles on Younger and Les. They’d left Mambo
and Bam Bam back at the club because of all the out of Towners running around there.
The two men currently getting the hell beaten out of them had arrived to the area late,
and said they were thirsty. “No one would tell us where the clubhouse is, so we figured
to get a drink, then we’d find someone and persuade them to talk.”
The sloppy drunk fuckers would feel their fuckup in the morning. In the meantime,
they were all sitting with their thumbs in their asses waiting for the two men’s president
to show up. Once Race had found out where the two were from, he called Bam Bam,
and told him to put the president of the Dixie chapter into a cage and get his ass to
town.
He was pissed and War had just knocked the second fucker out without working the
mad out of his system. He heard the door open and saw Bam Bam wait for Glimmer to
walk inside the bar before following him.
Glimmer obviously didn’t see the problem. He walked over to the men on the floor
and bent down to roll them onto their backs so he could get a good look at his brothers.
“What the fuck, man, did you have to beat the hell out of them? Or did they go at
each other again?”
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Race took a drink of his beer and shook his head. “Come on over and have a seat,
we need to talk here.”
Once Glimmer was seated, he looked annoyed, but he kept quiet.
Race took a deep breath, and spoke quietly, but he got his point across. “We
invited our brothers to celebrate the new clubhouse, and for a summit. It was supposed
to be a good time amongst brothers with common goals.” He stood leaning his
knuckles on the table between him and Glimmer.
“You do not come to our place, our town, and turn your boys loose. We don’t piss in
our backyard and I’l be damned before I let any fuckers come here and take a shit in it.
This bar is owned by a brother’s elderly relatives. They’ve been good people and
always welcomed the Breed. Tell me, how welcome will we be the next time we come
to town? Not to mention when the brother finds out what happened, he’s going to be
looking for someone’s blood.”
Race stood up straight and began walking to the door, saying over his shoulder to
Billy and Elton, “Get the Prospects to clean it up in here, and Bam, take Glimmer and
his boys back to the distil ery, they need to sleep it off, we’l settle this tomorrow.”
War followed him out. His knuckles were bleeding from connecting with Les’s teeth,
but he wiped the droplets on his jeans and kept walking. Those ignorant fucks didn’t
give him the fight he was looking for, and if he considered the mood he’d been in to start
with, they got off lightly.
Race was mounting up, and he was ready to follow suit, when he saw the Prospects
holding up the brick wall by the alley. One was faced toward the back of the building,
and his companion was grinning from the side profile War could see. He stomped over
to the men and they straightened up and faced him.
“Okay, what the fucks more important to you? Watching the bikes, or getting the
hel beat out of you for not watching them?”
The young men flushed, and when Trainer stood up straighter, War thought for a
minute that he might get to work some more of the mad out of his system. If the boy
wanted an ass whipping, he’d be challenging the right man for it. Instead the kid jerked
his thumb back toward the alley, so War side stepped around them and looked for
himself.
Seeing the two women lying back on blankets pillowing their upper bodies, and
recognizing those bodies gave him the reason for their distraction. River’s shirt had
slipped the top half of the buttons, and her ample tits were daring a man to bury his face
between them. The lace cups only added enticement to the urge, and he balled up his
fists to keep from reaching out to her and helping himself. Maisey was curled up on her
side facing the wall of the vehicle, but her ass was hanging halfway out of the cheek
baring shorts she was wearing.
The sound of Race’s scoot start up made River twitch, when he twisted the throttle,
she sat straight up wondering what was happening. It took seconds for her to focus on
a pair of jean-clad legs and an impressive bulge behind the tight denim, for her to
realize that she must have fallen asleep. She reluctantly looked further up at the man
standing over the back of the van, and saw War staring back at her with that same look
he wore earlier today at the clubhouse.
She realized he wasn’t looking at her face when she sat up. She looked down to
where she thought his eyes were staring, and gasped. Shit, her damn shirt had come
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undone and he was getting an eyeful of her breasts. She grabbed the sides of the shirt
and began buttoning it up, making a mess of the row, and had to start over when she
realized she still had two buttons without holes to put them in. She had to break the
silence, that stare and the way he licked his lips, tempted her beyond where she wanted
to go right now. Especially given the place and the company watching to see what
would happen.
War beat her to the punch. “The next time I find you like this I’m gonna take what’s
offered. I won’t give a shit where, or who’s watching.” He stepped back and added,
“Go home, and take her with you, the boys will do clean up and lock it up for you
tonight.”
She hopped down from the van and started to demand to be allowed inside the bar
now, but his next words stopped her.
“Do not fuck with me. I told you to go home. Do I need to take you there myself? I
can guarantee that I’ll keep you there for the night, and probably most of tomorrow. So
make up your mind, what do you want to do?”
River didn’t know what made her do it, but she stomped her foot like a five-year-old
and raised her voice at him, “You’re not the boss of me, I’m a grown woman and you
are just being a bul y.”
She pointed to where the Prospects were still standing, watching the entertainment.
“You are the boss of them, you want someone to tel what to do, tel them.” She
clenched her fists and could barely contain her frustration toward him. She allowed the
fingers in her hands to relax while she held out her arms and made shooing gestures
with her fingers. “Go away, the next time something like this happens I’ll cal the police
to deal with them.”
The little witch kept doing that shooing thing with her hands and he’d about had
enough. At the threat of calling the heat, well, there was only so much a man should be
expected to take from a woman less than half his size. He moved in and lifted her up
into his arms, sat down in the rear of the vehicle, and flipped her over onto his knees
face down, bottom up. She screeched, but he ignored the noise and enjoyed the feeling
of her wiggling body trying to escape his hold.
His hand rubbed over the thin material of her pants, cupping each check of her ass
in turn before delivering a quick smack to each cheek. She was making too much noise
for him to talk to her where she would listen, so he gave her another ten good whacks
on the ass. He felt her reach for his pant leg and pull it up, and he knew she was going
after his blade. “You think I’m gonna let you stab me with my own knife?”
He almost rolled her off his legs when he reached over and grabbed her arm,
bending it backwards. “Let it go or the arm wil break. I don’t normally have to tie a
woman up, but if you keep doing this shit I will. I don’t know why some man hasn’t
taken you in hand a long time ago, but I don’t put up with anyone talking to me that
way.”
Her arm relaxed enough for him to bring it up and hold it in the center of her back,
before he really began wailing on her ass and upper thighs. Her screams had stopped
altogether, and she was sobbing like her heart was breaking before he let her sit up.
He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. “Go home, River. Don’t make
me take you there, or you’l real y hate me in the morning.”
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She nodded her head, knowing that she couldn’t trust herself from saying some
things that would earn her more than a severe spanking. Her ass was on fire, but at
least she was still alive to know it. She had to grab the door to get her balance, before
standing aside while he walked away from the van. Maisey had been huddled in a tight
ball as close to the backseat as she could get all the time War was busting her ass, and
if she hadn’t seen the tears running down her face, she might have been embarrassed
for the woman to have witnessed her humiliation.
“Hey, it’s al right. Let’s go to my place, we’l grab something to eat on the way.”
The answering nod was her only reply, so River climbed back in and shut the cargo
doors before climbing over the bench seat so she could take the driver’s seat.
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Race had circled around and had come back when he realized War wasn’t with him.
He stopped his bike in front of the gawking Prospects. They weren’t happy when they
got the jerked thumb gesture and had to go inside, but he wasn’t very happy when he
saw River getting her ass spanked either. Not that he objected to the smart-mouthed
object of his desire being turned over a knee. His objection was that it wasn’t his knee.
When she disappeared into the back of the van, he continued on his way. War was
rubbing the hand that he’d used on her ass, and Race grinned to himself. River just
might decide that he was the better choice after this little run in; after al , Race wasn’t
the one that had spanked her now was he?
Not that he wouldn’t slap that ass if she got too lippy, he would do it, and he’d enjoy
it too. Hopeful y she’d learned from dealing with War and acted a little friendlier the next
time he saw her. His mood was much lighter than it had been a half hour ago, and he
twisted the throttle. Time for a beer or two, and he’d deal with the serious shit
tomorrow.
War caught up with Race a mile from the clubhouse. His mood was as black as he
could remember, and he wasn’t sure how he was going to cope with tonight’s events.
River was driving him nuts. His cock was barely allowing him to think, until the blood
finally left the fucker and traveled back to his head where it belonged. Race pulled into
the driveway, and he kept going.
He had to cool his shit before he got back to the meeting. There were two clubs
that would have to be shown that National Club rules superseded their petty shit. Of
course they had to be cronies of Wolfman, but he was dead from his own arrogance
and stupidity. Race would need backup to put the seriousness of their agenda firmly
into the brains of the fuckers. He smiled, anticipating the coming fight.
A bat flew across his chest, hitting his arm and bouncing off.
Fuck, pay attention,
dumbass.
The little critter was small, but where he hit would leave a bruise by
tomorrow. Damn that stung.
Fuck it
, he opened it up on the straight road in front of him
and let the wind take his mood away for a while.
Race heard War’s scoot go past the turn off, and shook his head. He almost felt
sorry for the poor bastard.
Mambo wasted no time coming over to where Race sat to ask what happened.
Once he explained the evening’s happenings, Mambo had his fists clenched and the
man wanted retribution for his family.
“Why wasn’t I included in the meet and greet with those fucks? You knew that my
family owns the place, since when did we coddle a motherfucker? I want a piece of
them.”
Race nodded his head in agreement. “The first reason is that when River cal ed,
she gave us very little time to get there, before she threatened to call the boys in blue.
You were nowhere to be seen at the time.” He nodded toward the younger man with
the pissed off look on his face, and gave him what he wanted.
“We’l be bringing this up at the summit tomorrow, and if they don’t pay up for
damages and a little extra for everyone’s time and trouble, there’s a couple of nice bikes
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still parked behind the Double D. Or you can beat their asses, depending on how they
act, maybe both. Although there’s not much left to beat after War got done with them
tonight.”
Race eyed Mambo for a minute and decided to give the man a heads up on
tomorrow’s agenda.
“You know the chapter they come from is still dealing dope as their main income.
Their prez is currently sleeping it off in the distillery along with his boys. Tomorrow they
wil be the poster boys for the rest of the club.” He shrugged. “They are the examples