Underworld Champions (The MC Outlaw Series) (11 page)

If the imminent danger of a gang of volatile bikers hanging over our heads wasn’t enough, my father is now in the meeting rooms with Cole, berating him, as I sit outside and chain smoke with my mother while I listen to the boom of their voices.

“Is this all because I was in Cole’s room?” I ask.

She stands up and puts out her cigarette on the ground with the toe of her boot. “It’s about a lot of things, sweetheart,” she smiles, touching my check lightly before excusing herself to go and check on the other women, promising to return soon.

I
look over at the shed, trying to decipher the words, but can’t understand a word of it. I’m not allowed close enough to hear properly. There’s two guards posted outside the door. So it’s not just me - no one’s allowed near. You can feel the tension in the air as bikers and women hover around in small groups, speculating on the night's events. I feel more than a few eyes on me. I’m pretty sure they’re all blaming me for this right now (and they’d be right) but I just stare straight ahead into the fire. I don’t have time for them right now.

“Maybe you should have listened to me, and stayed the fuck away from him,” Monique sneers from behind me, taking out a cigarette from her own packet and lighting up.

“Shut the fuck up bitch, or I’ll break the rest of your fucking ribs,” I growl at her over my shoulder, not even bothering to look at her properly.

“Don’t hate on me. You
’re the one that’s been sneakin’ around.”

“We weren’t sneaking. We just weren’t broadcasting.”

“Broadcasting? What are you – a fuckin’ radio tower?”

I roll my eyes. Fuck, I think all the implants she has
, have started to leak and seep into her brain. “You’re an idiot. It means we weren’t making it obvious, as in, we weren’t hanging all over each other in public. Get it?”

“Oh, sure. I get it. He was using you as a lay. No wonder Prez is pissed.”

I stand up and turn on her. “For your information, slut. He claimed me. So if I see your fake, oversized tits, or lips, anywhere near him again, I’ll take a fucking knife to you. Is that clear?” I threaten. A sense of propriety over Cole taking over me suddenly. I see him as mine. Even though I can’t have him. I still see him as mine. And for the next five days, he needs to be mine only.

“You’re a psycho,” she retorts.

“Go and tell my father that.”

I glare up at
her. She has a good two inches of height on me with her stupid stripper heels on, but I won’t let her intimidate me. I don’t have enough time to let someone like her get in my way. I don’t have enough time to sit around while my father and Cole duke it out either.

Throwing the last of my cigarette into the fire, I stomp over to the
shed.

“Get in my way and I swear to god, I’ll break your fucking balls,” I warn the two young guys standing guard, one of which is Banger.

“Come on Maddie. Don’t fuckin’ go talkin’ like that. I can’t let you through. Orders is orders,” he explains.

I step in front of him, hands on
my hips as I look up into his face. He’s actually not that bad looking. He’s young, maybe early twenties, and he has thick brown hair that touches his shoulders and a good amount of stubble going on. I’m not sure he could manage a beard, but he’s certainly rockin’ the scruffy man look. His eyes are dark, and fairly kind, which is probably why he’s given a lot of the shit jobs even though he's no longer a prospect. It seems to me like he needs to toughen up a bit.

He gives me a small smile
and a shrug as if saying ‘sorry, it’s not my fault’. It makes me feel a little guilty about what it is I’m about to do. But only a little.

“I’m sorry Banger,” I say
, placing my hands on his shoulders as if I’m supplicating to him, before bringing my knee up, jamming him straight in the cock.

The poor bastard groans and doubles over, stumbling backwards with a loud bang against the tin shed.

“I warned you,” I explain.

“What the fuck,” Prez
grumbles, as he reefs open the door, looking directly at me when he sees poor Banger rolling around in the dirt. “Get in here.” He says it in a tone that tells me he’s not in the least surprised that I’m pushing my way in.

“I’m just as much to blame in all this as Cole is. Probably even more,” I blurt out, the moment the door closes.

Prez motions for me to sit down. “Do you think I’m a fuckin’ retard? I’ve known about you two all along. Cole’s like a son to me. If he’s not good enough for my daughter, then who the fuck is?”

“Ok… then what’s going on? Why all the shouting?”

“I need you to tell me about your visit with Liam Burke, and why he’s here looking for you.”

I look at Cole,
who nods, urging me to speak up, but I’m not sure I want to. I don’t really want my dad knowing all that shit.

“Um. How do you know
he was here?”

“
Towball saw a pretty fancy lookin’ Chrysler drivin’ out of town with the Demon Brothers. Number plate is registered to Burke.” He moves a little closer to me, peering into my face, his eyes showing me how serious he is. “Now… I’ve answered your question. I think it’s time you answered one of mine. What does Liam Burke want with you?”

I shift in my seat, my eyes meeting Cole’s. This is obviously what they’ve been shouting about. Cole won’t tell him what he knows about me.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Well Maddie, you don’t have a fuckin’ choice. If he’s comin’ out here, bringing fuckin’
Demon Brothers with him, then somethin’ big is about to go down.”

“It won’t go down. I made a deal with him. They won’t be coming back.”

“So you saw him?”

“Yeah, he was waiting out the front of your place when I got there.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Cole hisses, rubbing at the back of his head agitatedly, and turning his body away. From where I’m sitting, I can feel the anger radiating from his body. I know exactly what he’s thinking. He hates that he wasn’t there to protect me. Although, there wouldn’t have been anything he could do. Cole would have been on his own against nearly twenty Demon Brothers. The odds were stacked against him.

“What was the deal?”

“I had to give him everything I have,” I tell him. It’s not really a lie, because when it comes down to it, my life and everything I’ve come to love, is all I have. Going back to him will mean giving it all up.

“And how much was that.”

“All the money you gave me for shopping today. Cole paid for me, so I still had it.” Once again, not entirely a lie, as Cole did pay for the leathers. I just still have the money in my back pocket.

“
A grand? He chased you down for a grand?”

“He chases everyone down. If he lets anyone go. It makes him
seem weak.”

“Why did you owe him a grand?” my father asks, his eyes narrowing at me. I remember how he feels about drugs, so
he’s probably worried that I have a problem too.

“I didn’t. Toby
did. He always chased me to pay his debts.”

“Mother fucking bastard,” he growls.

***

My eyes fly open
, and for a moment I panic, not really knowing where I am. It’s not until Cole’s warm body, presses against mine as he glides his fingers up and down my arm soothingly that I calm down.

“Bad dream?” he asks, his voice husky from sleep.

“Kind of,” I say, twisting in his arms so I can face him. “I’m better now though. I’ve got a sexy biker in bed to chase them away.” I smile, bringing my mouth to his as I slide my hand between us and take hold of his already hard cock. “Hmm, I think it’s my turn.”

Wriggling down the bed
, I drag my long hair over his torso, as I take his beautiful cock in my mouth, swirl my tongue around the tip and then lightly run my teeth over his length.

He sweeps my hair over to the side. “I want to see my cock going in that sweet dirty mouth of yours,” he growls.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yeah baby, I’m ready. Suck it.”

“Oh, I’ll do more than just that.”

Taking a hold of his shaft, I stroke him lightly as I lick around his tip, tasting the saltiness of his arousal and humming
around him. Slowly, I lower my mouth over him, sliding him in and out a little further each time, continues to work his long shaft with my hand. When he hits the back of my throat, he’s only half way in. He’s so fucking big and I’m greedy, I want all of him inside me.

Sliding my lips back up his shaft, I steady my breathing, readying myself for what comes next
then lower my mouth around his shaft again, controlling my breathing and my body’s natural urges until he passes down my throat and my lips reach his curls.

“Holy fucking Jesus Christ. Fuck me. Holy shit. That’s so fucking tight,” he gasps
, as my mouth sucks back firmly over his length. I reach down between my legs, the ache of my own need becoming too much for me, and I rub at my clit. “Oh Jesus, now you’re touching yourself. I can’t hold on Maddie. Holy fuck,” he yells out, his cock pulsing as he spurts his hot cum down my throat. I continue to suck, whimpering around him as I rub at my clit. “Fuck baby, get on up here. Let me do that.”

Slo
wly, I remove him from my mouth. He’s still rock hard, and I know I could have made him cum again. But if he wants to touch me, then I have other plans. I crawl up his body, running my tongue up the dip between his abs until I reach his neck and run my teeth over his stubble, biting gently when I reach his lips.

“Do you want to touch me?” I whisper, holding myself over him
, rocking his moist tip all the way down my slit.

“For the rest of my fuckin’ life.” I position him at my back entrance, and press down, relaxing myself around him until we pass the discomfort and make it to absolute bliss.

“Holy fuck baby. What are you doing to me. You’re gonna kill me. I’m gonna die with a fucking hard on and smile.”

“Then I’ll die with you.” I take his hand and guide it between my legs, causing him to moan as he connects with my slick wetness.

His fingers slide inside me as I rock over his cock, panting and groaning like an animal. He feels so fucking good.

“Gush for me again baby, gush so I can drink you up.”

“Oh!” I moan, gripping my breasts as I feel my orgasm teeter on the edge. He thrusts his fingers faster, then with his thumb and the knuckle of his forefinger, he pinches my clit. “Fuck!” I roar, bursting over him like a dam as my body spasms violently with the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever experienced.

Gripping my hips, he lifts me off his cock and holds me over his face, lapping at my juices as they pour out of me.

“Fuck that’s hot,” he moans, sliding his fingers back inside me as he lightly sucks on my clit, slowly bringing me back down.

“Did you cum again?” I ask, trying to catch my breath as he moves me so I’m laying over his chest and we’re face to face.

“Three fuckin’ times baby. Three fuckin’ times.”

He
holds me either side of my face, studying my features before bringing our mouths together in a soul-searing kiss. My chest fills to bursting point as he rolls us over, holding himself over me as he looks into my eyes.

“Be mine,” he murmurs. “Say you’ll be my woman and I’ll give you my life.”

I take a deep breath, and reach up, smoothing my fingertips, gently over his face. “I’ll be your woman. For every moment I have left in this life. I’ll be your woman.”

As he closes his mouth over mine, a single tear escapes my eye as I drink him in. Five days is all I have left of
this life. I don’t want to waste a single second fighting him anymore. I’ll be his completely. For as long as I have.

“I want him dead,” Cole says
, as we lay together in bed the next morning. I don’t need to ask who he’s talking about. It’s Liam. Of course it’s Liam.

“
Can we not talk about him?” I groan, not wanting the thought of him to ruin any time I have left.

“Chicken shit cunt has probably got
Demon Brothers all over the fuckin’ place too. We won’t get anywhere near him. We’d have to be sneaky. Stake the joint out and go in undercover.” He’s ignoring me while he thinks out loud.

“What’s
the deal with the Outlaw Riders and the Demon Brothers? Why are you rivals?”

“
The answer to that is biker business, baby. It doesn’t concern you.”

“Like hell it doesn’t.
If I’m the reason they came here, then it fucking well concerns me plenty.”

“Is there somethin’ you aren’t tellin’ me? What else got said outside Prez’s house?”

“Nothing. We cut a deal. Just like I told you.”

I throw the sheets off my body and head for the bathroom, trying to cut the conversation off. But Cole isn’t stupid. He follows me in
and leans against the tiles, gloriously naked as he watches me turn on the shower.

“What aren’t you tellin’ me?” he repeats.

“What aren’t you telling me?” I retort. “Why can’t I know why you hate the Demon Brothers? Maybe I want to hate them too.”

“Anyone with an ounce of goodness in their heart should hate the
Demon Brothers.”

“Why? What have they done?”

He sighs and steps toward me, sliding his arms around my waist as the water heats and fills the small ensuite with steam. “They take fuckin’ everything, baby. And they leave nothin’ but destruction in their wake.”

“What did they take from you?” I ask, knowing from the look in his eyes that they must have hurt him personally.

He shakes his head and closes his eyes. The memory must be painful. “Tell me. You know so much about me. I hardly know anything about you.”

Opening his eyes, he finds mine and I can see the pain inside them. “My mother. They took my mother.”

“They killed her?”

“Much worse than that, baby. She wasn’t lucky like that.”

I open my mouth to ask more questions, but he doesn’t give me the chance to speak. Instead he closes his mouth over mine, silencing me by sliding his tongue in my mouth and pushing me up against the cool tiled wall.

With one hand, he twists the taps of the shower and checks on the water, and with the other, he kneads my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple in between his finger and thumb. My clit swells
. My insides ache. And I’m his.

“I want you to know,” he says in between kissing me. “That you’re the only woman I’ve ever gone bare back with. You’re the only one I care enough about
to cum inside.”

“That sounds a lot like feelings Cole,” I whisper, gasping as he slides his hands under my arse and lifts me
, guiding me on top of his cock before stepping us into the shower.

“Yeah, well, I’ve got a whole fuckin’ bunch of them, and they’re all directed at you.”
He leans me against the tiles and draws his hips back, slamming his cock back inside me.

“Harder,” I moan, clutching at his back, my nails digging into his flesh as I try to draw him in. He pumps harder, thumping me against the wall as I moan. “Harder,” I gasp again, loving the hard slap of his body against mine.

He growls, increases his speed and slams himself into me, his pelvis grinding into my clit and driving me insane.

“
Fuck your cunt feels bloody amazing. Squeeze my cock baby, squeeze it hard.”

I grip him with my internal muscles, the pressure in
side me increasing as we both moan under the spray of the shower.

“Say my name when you cum,” he pants out, and I do.
I scream his name, as I grip myself around him as hard as I can, clawing at him under the water as he repeats ‘baby’, over and over again.

As our breathing slows, he kisses me softly before saying, “You know you’re my Old Lady now right?”

“Yeah Cole. I know I’m you’re Old Lady,” I reply softly, sliding my tongue into him mouth and swirling it over his piercing.

“How do you feel about tattoos?”

I look deeply into his eyes, seeing all the love he has for me in them. He doesn’t need to say the words. I know how he feels, because I feel exactly the same way. “Brand me biker. I want to be yours.”

With an erotic growl, he kisses me passionately, and I’m glad that we’re in the shower, because I’m fucking crying again, and I don’t want him to see my tears.

***

“Where do you want it?”
asks the tattoo artist. He’s a guy named Pick, who’s tall and thin like he’s made out of wire. He’s covered, head to toe in tattoos and piercings. He even has those plug things in his ears that make my finger itch, because I really want to stick my finger through the hole.

“Um… I’m not sure. Where is it supposed to go?” I ask Cole. I know that this must seem like the most ridiculous question. I mean, I’m a biker’s woman – I should know this right? But I don’t, I missed out
on all of this. I didn’t get to grow up in it like Cole did.

“Somewhere it can be seen. People need to know your mine.”

“Ok, well, put it on the inside of my forearm.”

Pick nods, and gets to work,
cleaning off my skin with some antiseptic and rubbing some sort of oil over the area before placing a stencilling sheet with the club’s insignia on it. It’s a broken skull with a dagger stabbed through it with a banner weaving through it. On the banner, I’m getting the words ‘Property of Cole, VP’ and above and below the skull image will be what Cole tells me are ‘rockers’. They’re these curvy banners that say ‘Outlaw Riders’ and ‘Australia’.

I have to admit that I’
m pretty fucking nervous right now, and as soon as I see him pick up the electric needle, I look away.

“Feelin’ queasy baby?” Cole asks with a smile
, as he takes hold of my other hand. “It’ll just sting a little and get really warm. You’ll find it easy.”

“I still don’t want to watch,” I insist, keeping my eyes locked on the pools of blue that are Cole’s.
He reaches out, and gently brushes his fingers over my cheek as he squats down on the floor beside me.

“I’ll be here the whole time.”

I flinch a little as the needle hits my skin. Cole’s right, it does just sting and then gets really warm. I’ve felt pain much worse than this in my time, and I focus on Cole and the next four days we have together, so my mind doesn’t drift back to my past and remember that it’s soon to become my future as well.

Just push the thoughts away, Maddie
, I tell myself in my mind.
Live for now. Live for him.

When it’s all done, we both take a look, and Cole takes a picture with his phone, whic
h makes me laugh. He’s so happy right now, and truthfully, so am I. As Pick sprays the area and bandages me up, Cole leans forward and kisses me. “How does it feel to be the property of Cole?”

“
Pretty fucking fantastic,” I grin.

Pick rolls his eyes at us, but he’s smiling anyway. How could he not? Our own happiness is infectious.

“Alright. Let’s pay for this and get back to the compound. Your parents will send everyone out after us if we take too long.”

As it is, he sent four other guys to come with us. I kept on assuring him that
I made a deal with Liam, and they won’t be back. But he’s being cautious. He doesn’t trust the Demon Brothers.

Cole pulls out his wallet and removes a wad of cash. As he coun
ts it out, he places his wallet, open, on the counter.

“What?” I say in surprise as I peer down at it, noticing the name on his license. “Your name is Matthew? Then why the hell are you called Cole?” I’d been wondering why he didn’t have a nickname like everyone else
. But it turns out he does. But why ‘Cole’? Everyone else has some other type of name like, Banger and Towball do. How the hell did he get Cole?

“Get your fuckin’ nose out of my shit,” he says, flipping his wallet shut
and taking me by the arm to lead me outside to his bike. Keeping quiet, he grabs my helmet and hands it to me, along with my new leather jacket.

“Come on, tell me how you got named Cole,” I urge him. “It can’t be bad, it’s a pretty normal name. Especially when you consider that there is a guy there called ‘Towball’. I mean, how the hell does someone even get that name?”

“You don’t want to know how he got that name,” he responds, reaching forward and zipping up my jacket, like I’m not moving fast enough for him.

“You’re right. I probably don’t want to know.
”

“Good.”

“Actually, no. I do want to know. Tell me. And tell me how Banger got his name too.”

“Banger’s obvio
us. He got that name ‘cause he bangs anythin’ that walks. But Towball, he’s called that ‘cause his foreskin is so fuckin’ stretchy that it fits over a tow ball.”

“Oh my god
. How did he even find that out?”

“I have no fuckin’ idea,” he laughs.

“Ok.  Now tell me how you got yours.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Come on, Cole. What can be worse than Towball’s story?”

“Jesus Christ. You’re not gonna drop this until I fuckin’ tell you are you?”

“No,” I tell him as I place my hands on my hips and wait.

He lets out his breath, and looks past me. “If you have to know. You fuckin’ gave it to me.”

“Me?” I shoot back in surprise.

“Yeah. When you were little. Everyone used to call me Bean or Beanpole ‘cause I was tall for my age and really skinny. You couldn’t fuckin’ say it right, so you called me Cole. It stuck. End of story.”

I start to laugh. I can’t help it. It’s so sweet. Big bad Cole got his name from a three year old girl. I place my helmet on the seat of his bike and wrap my arms around him, going up on my tip toes to kiss him. “It’s time to take me home and fuck me biker,” I whisper in his ear.

One of the other bikers
makes a whipping noise, and Cole pulls away from me, turning on him with a growl. “Fuckin’ do that again, and I’ll break your fuckin’ face in. See if you think it’s funny when you’re makin’ gurglin’ noises.”

“Won’t happen again,” he responds, flipping down the visor on his helmet and turning away.

“Let’s go,” Cole says, placing my helmet on my head before doing his own. “I’ll take you back and give you that fuckin’ you’re after.”

***

“Dad?” I say, as I peer around the door that leads inside the workshop. When Cole and I returned to the compound, Pip was waiting out front and told me that my father wanted to see me. I’ve found him standing at a workbench, cigarette hanging between his lips and his hands smeared with grease as he twists a screwdriver into some odd piece of metal that I’m assuming belongs to the really old looking bike that’s in pieces next to him.

He smiles and blows out a puff of smoke,
but keeps his eyes on what he’s doing. “You know, that’s the first time you’ve called me that.”

“What? Dad?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t really know what to call you, and it just kind of popped out.”

“Mind? Why would I mind? I’d mind more if you were callin’ me Prez like everyone else. There’s only one person in this world who gets the privilege of callin’ me ‘dad’ and she’s standin’ right in front of me.”

I press my lips together in a smile
and watch him as he fits the pieces together like a jigsaw puzzle. “Wow, that’s looks like a lot of work,” I say, indicating the bike.

“
That
is not work. It’s a 1928 JH Two-Cam and it’s taken me years to collect all these parts.
She
is a labour of love. There’s no work here at all.”

I move over to the workbench and stand across from him, picking up
the packet of smokes and showing them to him in silent gesture. He nods, letting me know I can take one.

Putting it between my lips, I flick the top of his lighter up,
and cup my hand as I flick the flint with my thumb and light my cigarette. As I flip it closed, I turn it over in my hands, studying the Harley Davidson logo on one side, and the engraving on the other. I run my thumb over the single word. ‘Always’.

“Your mother gave that to me,” he says, nodding toward the lighter. “She gave it to me right after we got married and she became my old lady.”

“So you two are married legally then?”

“Yeah, she said she wanted to take my name.”

“Makes sense,” I mumble to myself. Thinking that it was probably the only thing that stopped Liam and Toby from finding her for a few years.

“How so?”

“It’s more official that way isn’t it?” I say, covering up the truth.