Surviving The Biker (Motorcyle Club Romance) (11 page)

After Slammer left a message for The Judge, we brought Misty back to the clubhouse with us to keep an eye on her. Fortunately, she gave us the directions to Mud’s new setup in Minnesota without hesitation. I could tell that she was cooperating only because she was frightened of what we were going to do with her when it was all said and done.

“We should let the rest of our crew know what’s going on,” said Tank, rubbing his eye. It was just us three standing by the bar. Misty had fallen asleep on one of the sofas nearby and was snoring softly. “Maybe they can help.”

“It’s after midnight. Let them sleep. Not a whole lot they can do, unless they’re willing to contribute financially,” replied Slammer, looking wearier than ever. “Which I wouldn’t expect them to do, anyway.”

“About that, I’ll pay you back. Every single cent of whatever The Judge charges you,” I told him. I’d never felt so committed to Slammer and the rest of the Gold Vipers as I did at that moment. The fact that he was willing to front me that kind of money to save Adriana, a girl he didn’t even really know, meant more than I could ever express.

“I know you will, Raptor,” he said, patting me on the shoulder. He smiled grimly. “Truth is, I feel responsible for this mess. If I wouldn’t have hired The Judge to kill Breaker, Adriana and Brandy would be at home sleeping right now. And, Krystal,” he looked at Tank, his face full of regret. “She’d still be alive.”

“None of this is your fault,” said Tank, looking cross. “Don’t go blaming yourself. You pulled that shit before on me and I already told you not to come down on yourself like that.”

“Tank’s right. Breaker started this war when he raped Jessica,” I replied. “Unfortunately, some people got into the crossfire, but seriously, Prez, nobody blames you for this shit.”

“Still, I should have taken better precautions or at the very least, handled it differently from the very beginning,” he muttered as his phone started ringing. He took it out of his belt and checked the screen.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“The man who will hopefully make all of this go away,” he said, before answering. “Hey, Judge.”

***

It didn’t take much to convince my half-brother, Jordan Steele, A.K.A. The Judge, to help us with Mud, especially when he learned of his demands.

“How did he react when you told him Mud wanted his head on a platter?” asked Tank.

“He was pretty fucking amused,” said Slammer, chuckling. “Fact is, I think he’s going to really enjoy killing Mud. If I didn’t hate the bastard so much, I’d probably feel sorry for the dumb fucker.”

“So, what
is
the plan?” I asked, looking at the clock. The hours were ticking by and although I’d been trying to keep my composure, underneath I was a fucking wreck. All I kept thinking about was going after Adriana myself, but Slammer had axed that idea from the get-go. He wanted to talk to Jordan first and not just go after the Devil’s Rangers, guns blazing.

“He said he’ll meet you out there. Around Six a.m. He’ll call you in a couple of hours to let you know where exactly he wants to meet up with you, though. You ever been to Hayward, Minnesota?”

“No. Never. So, he’s okay with working as a team on this one?” I asked, a little surprised.

“A two-man team. He said he just wants you.”

I nodded. “Okay. I’m leaving now then.”

Tank scowled. “What the fuck? I’m not allowed to help?”

Slammer sighed. “I know. I know. He said the more people involved, the more shit that can go wrong. Remember, he’s used to working alone. The only reason he’s agreeing to let Raptor help is because of who they’re holding as hostage.”

“What if something goes wrong?” asked Tank. “I mean they’ve got at least a dozen guys out there who’d take a bullet for Mud.”

“The Judge is more than capable of handling this situation,” said Slammer. “It’s why he charges so damn much. He always gets the job done. You’ve heard the stories.”

“Yeah, but… I need to be there when this goes down. Not just because Raptor and I are tight, but because of Krystal. I want to see that douchebag go down,” he replied angrily. “You of all people know that, Pop.”

“I understand, but he made it pretty clear that he doesn’t play well with others. I wish I could talk him into letting you go, but the man was insistent and I don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

Tank shook his head in exasperation and mumbled something.

Slammer patted him on the back. “It’s going to get done. You’re just not going to have to get your hands dirty on this one.”

“I
want
my hands dirty,” he said. “With blood from cracking Mud’s head open with my fists.”

“I feel you, son. I really do.”

“I’d better get on the road,” I said, taking out my truck keys. “How much is he charging us, anyway?”

“Actually, we didn’t get around that,” Slammer replied and then smiled. “Hell, to be honest, I think he might be doing this as a courtesy. Usually, he asks for the money upfront. This time the issue didn’t even come up.”

“Maybe it’s not about the money on this one,” I replied, thinking that I wouldn’t care if I was paid if the roles were reversed.

“You might have something there,” agreed Slammer. “The Judge doesn’t like anyone threatening him.”

Tank grabbed his jacket and slipped it on.

“Where you going?” asked Slammer.

“I’m following them out there, in case they need backup. Now hold up,” he said, when Slammer opened his mouth to protest. “I’ll stay far enough behind that I won’t get in the way, but close enough that if I’m needed, I can haul ass and get to where I need to be quickly.”

“It’s a good idea,” I said, looking at Slammer. “You just never know.”

“Fine,” he said. “Just keep out of the way, if you’re not needed. I mean it, Tank.”

“Do I ever get in the way of shit?” he replied, looking a little peeved.

Both Slammer and I looked at each other.

Tank meant well, most of the time, but he was also bullish and stubborn. Usually, he followed his old man’s orders, but if he didn’t agree with them, shit usually didn’t go well. I only hoped this wasn’t one of those times.

The other two guys from the van smoked a joint together and then left to go eat somewhere, leaving me alone with Mud. I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved, or more frightened. He kept watching me in a way that made my skin crawl.

“You tired?” he asked, stepping behind the bar again.

Hoping he’d leave me alone, I nodded. The fact was that I was too terrified to think about sleep.

“So am I but sleep is not my friend today,” he said, pulling out a small plastic bag of white powder. He smiled at me. “But this is. You want some?”

“No,” I replied quickly.

“Do you even want to know what this shit is before you refuse to try it?”

I shook my head. “I’m not into drugs.”

He shrugged. “Fine. More for me.”

I glanced around the clubhouse while he set up his fix, trying to find something I could use as a weapon or for defense. As if he could read my mind, he pulled a gun out from under the bar and raised it in the air.

“By the way, don’t get any fucking ideas,” he said, rubbing his nose, which was red from snorting some of the powder.

I just looked away.

“Why don’t you go and make yourself at home on the couch over there? Take a nap.”

I stared at the sofa, knowing that there was no way that I’d be able to close my eyes with Mud eyeballing me the way he had been. Plus, I couldn’t help but feel anxious about what was happening to Brandy. It was pretty horrifying to know that a woman was being raped in the next room and there was nothing that I could do about it. As much as I disliked Brandy, I knew that I needed to find a way to help her escape. I wondered if I could somehow get the gun from Mud.

“Go on. I won’t bite,” he said, sounding amused.

“But you certainly let Skull bite, don’t you?” I said dryly.

He slid the gun into the back of his jeans. “Why not? He did well for me today. I owe him.”

“You owe him the opportunity to rape someone?” I asked shrilly.

He leaned down and snorted more of the powder. Grunting in satisfaction, he raised his head and rubbed underneath his nose. “You’re wasting your time trying to put some kind of guilt trip on me. I couldn’t care less if he kills her, let alone rapes her. I hate anything that has to do with the Gold Vipers,” he said. “Including their bitches. Old or new. Doesn’t matter.”

“Because of Breaker?” I replied, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

“Breaker? Fuck, yeah. His death tore me up. We were tight.”

“So, this is really what this is all about? Avenging Breaker’s death?” I asked, knowing we’d already been through this conversation. I wanted to keep him talking , however, so we didn’t run out of things to say and he decided to put his hands on me.

“Actually, our clubs have always had our differences and have always butted heads. This time, they’ve caused a major shit-storm by taking out one of my closest brothers. I’m not resting until I’ve hit every last one of those fucking Gold Vipers.”

“I don’t know where you’ve gotten your information from, but I’m not a part of their club. I never was.”

“That’s not what I’ve been told. In fact,” he waved his finger, “I know for a fact that Raptor gave Breaker some shit for harassing a girl at Griffin’s a few weeks ago. A foxy little number named Adriana. That’s you, darlin’. Don’t deny it.”

“I’d only met Raptor
that
day and it wasn’t all about protecting me. We didn’t even know each other.”

Mud stared at me, now looking a little uncertain.

An idea began to take shape in my head. “The truth is, he pretty much forced himself into the situation. I was telling Breaker that I wasn’t interested in going for a ride with him, when Raptor thought he needed to step in, like some kind of macho idiot. For some dumbass reason, he didn’t think that I could handle saying ‘no’ to Breaker all on my own. The truth is I didn’t need his help. I didn’t even welcome it.”

He leaned forward on the bar, his eyes red and dilated. “Is that right?”

I nodded. “Yes it fucking is. And now, my best friend is dead and I’m being held prisoner. I’m caught in the middle of this so called shit-storm between you and them and I sure as hell shouldn’t be.  I am
not
Raptor’s Old Lady. I’m not even his girlfriend. I couldn’t give a shit about him or his gang, the Vipers.”

“The Gold Vipers,” he corrected.

“Whatever they are,” I snapped angrily. “Like I said, I don’t give a fuck about them, or you, for that matter. You want to kill each other? Fine. But, don’t you dare label me as Raptor’s Old Lady.”

I wasn’t lying either. I didn’t give a crap about him anymore, or the Gold Vipers. My friend was dead and my heart was broken. They’d given me nothing but sorrow and pain.

He smiled at my words. “You know, I kind of like you.” Mud walked around the bar and strolled over to where I was standing, his eyes boring into mine. “I’m a pretty good judge of character and I can honestly say that I believe every word you just said. You do hate them. Especially, Raptor.”

I had to force myself not to look away from his penetrating gaze. “You better believe it. They can fall off the face of the earth, for all I care.”

“That’s how I feel,” he said, his eyes glazed as he watched me. “Now you can understand my frustration, can’t you?”

“Totally. They’re nothing but a bunch of assholes. Someone needs to take them out,” I said, holding my breath after I said it. I wasn’t sure if he’d believe I felt that heavily, but I put my best game-face on. “Someone who has the brains and muscle do it. Like you guys.”

He moved closer to me and it was a struggle not to back away. Not only was he bigger and much more frightening up close, but Mud smelled like he hadn’t showered in days. The whiskey on his breath added to the repulsive stench and I had to breathe through my mouth to keep from gagging.

“You know, when I first saw you tonight, I said to myself – ‘How the fuck did a loser like Raptor get lucky with this classy chick?’”

“He never even came close,” I said, forcing a smile. “I’m sure he wanted to, but I’d die before letting him touch me.”

His eyes searched mine. “I know you’re upset about your friend. That shit is all on them, though. You know that? If they wouldn’t have hired that fuck, The Judge, to kill Breaker, she’d still be alive. It’s their fault that Krystal is dead. Not mine.”

I couldn’t believe he was insane enough to think that I’d believe the shit coming out of his mouth. “That makes sense,” I said.

Before I could protest, he grabbed me by the back of the head and smashed his lips against mine. My first impulse was to push him away as hard as I could, but then I remembered the gun. Using every ounce of willpower I had, I let him shove his tongue into my mouth, and somehow managed not to puke.

Then, I placed my hand on his chest and slid my fingers into the small curls that ran along his upper chest, and tugged on them playfully.

Mud groaned and pulled my hips against his. I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach. He grabbed my hand and placed it over his cock. “Fuck, you turn me on. I need to be inside of you,” he said, biting my lip.

Trying not to cry, I closed my eyes. He was such a disgusting human being and I couldn’t believe I was allowing him to touch me. I just kept reminding myself that if I could get the gun, everything would be okay.

Mud, who had no idea of the inner turmoil raging inside of me, grabbed my crotch. “I bet you’re wet for me, aren’t you? You want me as much as I want you?”

“Yes,” I whispered, trembling. I slid my other hand over his skin and was about to reach around his back for the gun, when he released me.

“Fuck,” he said, moving away from me. He ran a hand along his face and began to pace. “What the fuck am I doing?”

“You were about to get lucky,” I lied. “What’s stopping you?”

He continued to pace. “I’m fucking higher than a kite. I shouldn’t have done all that blow. Makes me think with my dick when I should be thinking with my noggin.” He stopped walking and looked at me. “Fuck it. I’m going to take a shower and then I’m going to go balls deep into your sweet little honey-hole. You down with that?”

I gave him a seductive smile. “Very.”

“Let’s go,” he said, grabbing me by the elbow.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Mud guided me over to a doorway and then opened it. When he turned on the light, I groaned inwardly. It was some kind of a bedroom. There was an unmade queen-sized bed, a television, a DVD player, and a stack of pornos. I could only imagine what kind of things a black light would pick up.

“So, the question is – do you want to wait here or join me when I clean up?”

“I took one earlier” I said quickly, not knowing what else to say. There was no way I was going to let him rape me in the shower. At least if he left me alone in the bedroom, I could try and find another means of escape.

“Okay,” he said, as if my excuse made all the sense in the world. “I won’t be long.” He nodded toward the movies and laughed wickedly. “Help yourself to those if you’d like to start without me.”

I laughed. “Maybe I will.”

He reached around and grabbed my ass hard.

I gasped.

“Sorry, I just can’t wait to take a bite out of this later. After I’m done licking you from head-to-toe. I’ve been told that I eat pussy better than anyone. You a screamer?”

“I guess you’ll just have to find out,” I replied, playing along.

He stuck his tongue out and wiggled it. “That get your juices flowing?”

I couldn’t believe he was that much of an idiot. “Oh yeah. I’m ready to go ‘Muddin’,” I joked.

His eyes widened and he laughed. “You’re a funny girl. You know why they call me Mud?”

“No. Why?”

His eyes hardened and a coldness spread across his face. “Because it’s usually where I bury my enemies.”

“Oh,” I replied, worried that he’d seen through my ruse. I touched him tentatively on his arm. “I thought it was because you like playing in the mud. I’ve always enjoyed it myself.”

His face changed again. The horny idiot returned and I relaxed. He reached over and cupped my left breast. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he said, squeezing it.

I swallowed. “I can’t wait. Go take that shower so we can get started.”

He rubbed my nipple through the fabric and then let go. “I’ll be back soon. I do need to lock the door, darlin’.”

Damn.
I forced a smile. “Sure. Of course.”

His eyes bore into mine. “I’m telling you right now that I don’t trust you. Just because you’re not a fan of the Gold Vipers,” he said, backing away from me, a funny smile on his face. “But, after our little fuck session, I might go easy on you. Hell, I might even let you go. If you want to go, that is. You might enjoy my company more than you think.”

“Oh, I’m sure I will,” I replied. “There’s nothing at home for me anyway.”

His smiled widened. “I’ll be back in a few minutes and then we’ll get started.”

“Can’t wait,” I said, faking a smile so wide that my cheeks began to ache.

He shut the door and locked it from the outside. 

Sighing in relief, I turned my attention toward the bedroom. I wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do, but I needed to find a way to escape before that disgusting pig put his hands on me again.