With Tongue and Teeth (2 page)

Chapter Two

Outlaw paced in front of me. We
were in a construction area, away from the clubhouse. I was leaning on
Deviant’s bike, which made the big guy frown. “The MC is now under more
scrutiny from the government.” He stopped in front of me.
“All
because you couldn’t keep your goddamn dick in your pants!”

“I know
that,
” I yelled.

“We can’t fuck up like this,
Romeo.”

What did he want me to say? I
knew he was right. Our plan to take down the government had to be rushed
because our member Liam, Outlaw’s lover, was currently doing a fifteen-year
prison sentence on Earth for the club. My fuck up just set us back months. We
were already on the government’s watch list for the auction house bombing and
the breeding house bombing. Now, one member is confirmed gay. This just
put
more heat on my brothers. I hung my head in
shame.

Outlaw kicked the dirt and
started pacing again.

“The Underground MC is going to
take you both in. You do exactly as they fucking say. Do you understand me?”

I nodded.

Edmond was standing off to the
side. His eyes were wide. Some luck he had. He went from wanting to join the
Outlaw MC to being forced to the ass end of Mars to survive.

“Romeo?”
Outlaw
practically growled my name.

“Yes. I understand.”

Outlaw let out a breath and
rubbed a hand over his face. He looked so damn tired. There were bags under his
eyes and his dark hair had grown out longer. His skin was starting to go pale
because all he did was sit in the clubhouse and try to find a way to get his
lover home.

“I’m sorry,
Outlaw
.”

He looked up at me. Those narrow
brown eyes softened. “I know you are.” He sighed. Then Outlaw pulled me in for
a hug. “I know you’re sorry, brother.” He pulled away. “Underground will be
here soon. Stay out of sight.”

I nodded. The Underground MC was
started by a man
named
Justice. Apparently,
he knew Outlaw well. When we started this clandestine fight against the
governments tyranny, Justice had created his own MC. It was mainly
dark-skinned
men who either fought for their
freedom or were broken out of the auction house to join the cause. I didn’t
know too much about him and only saw him a few times from far away. Looks like
I was going to get to know him a lot better. Since I couldn’t go
home,
I was stuck living on the outskirts of
the city. Fuck that, not even the city. The Underground MC lived in tunnels and
caves under Mars’ surface, usually in the areas that were yet to be colonized.
It’s how they stayed off the government’s radar. Because black men were slaves
under the law, they couldn’t even walk down the fucking street without being
leashed like some kind of animal. Now I was grouped with them. I kicked at a
rock in the dirt.

The construction area was quiet
now. My brothers had all taken their hover bikes and rode home. The city was in
the throes of sunrise. Light played off the windows, reflecting so brightly I
had to look away. The soft sounds of hover cars began to increase. The day was
starting. I pushed the feeling of guilt and sadness away. I focused on the
anger. The government had to go down.
Now more than ever.
Not just for Edmond but, for all the men like Edmond. For those who died
nameless and faceless simply because they were gay.

I heard the purr of a hover bike
engine. Their headlights were off and in the dwindled light I could barely see
them.
The Underground MC.
There were two men, both
dark-skinned and coming up fast. They stopped their bikes only a few feet away.

“Romeo?” the taller of the two
called out.

I nodded and walked up to him. He
was handsome, all lean muscle, sharp jaw, and long legs.

“I’m Nico.” He held out his hand.
“And this is my brother, Nero.”

I took his hand and hopped up
behind him. Edmond took the other bike. He hugged Nero’s back who was slightly
taller. My fingers curled into the leather of Nico’s cut and my palms
flattened. I held on to him as we went from the growing light into the
darkness. The construction zones fell away. The signs of civilization started
to fade. There was an eerie darkness around us. I could barely see the path we
drove. It was all red dirt and random hills. The wind drowned out the sounds of
the engines. The further we traveled the more the flat land lifted. There were
large red boulders and hills so big we wouldn’t be able to traverse them. I
didn’t know how the hell they survived out here. It was like the old west on Earth.
Then we began to slow.

I pressed myself further into Nico’s
back. We turned the corner of a particularly big boulder and then slowed. The
red rock started to quiver and to my surprise, a big section of it started to
lift. The boulder was hollow and there was a ramp leading down. We only went a
few feet before the walls shook and the light from dawn faded. The door closed.
The ramp led beneath Mars’ surface. We stopped in a large chamber filled with
bikes and boxes on the other side of the wall. I knew they held weapons because
we’d delivered each box. The light was dull coming from small panels on the
wall. We all got
off
our bikes and made
our way toward an archway. The moment I stepped through, the dread of that cave
lifted. Here, beneath the surface of Mars, was a thriving world.

It was a cave with twelve-foot ceilings,
square lights hovering every few feet. The walls had been sanded smooth. There
were men working on cleaning guns. A few others were tending to pots growing
wild with green vegetables. I saw a few women sharpening
knives
. Four were dark-skinned, two lighter,
and three as pale as Outlaw. There was a large round table with two older
versions of a computer on it. It wasn’t holographic but had a thin screen.
There were curtains over certain areas and I could see
cots
a few feet
off
the
ground. There were tunnels leading outward. A ten-inch hole in the wall had
water
raining
out into a bucket.
A woman with skin as dark as night walked past carrying a bucket of
clothes.
She was followed by a young man struggling to carry two buckets
filled to the brim with water. He was lanky and smiled awkwardly at me. I heard
the laughter then.
Children.
Young and smiling, they
ran out of the tunnel and into another. They created a fucking society down here
that was more admirable
than
the damn
city. I was seriously impressed. It wasn’t as rough as I thought.

I took the stairs slowly,
catching sight of a target that some men were throwing knives at. There was a
kitchen area behind the stairs. I smelled
freshly
baked bread and saw a few people sitting around a table. When I turned
around,
one man stood. I knew who he was as he
turned.

Justice.
The man was
built like a gay man’s ultimate fantasy. He had dark jeans and a patched shirt was
stretched tight over hard, packed muscles. On top of that was the Underground
MC cut. He looked like he was dipped in milk chocolate. I wonder if he tasted
as good. I could see his dark nipples through his shirt. His head was bald,
shaved free of any hair. His lips were plump, pouting almost. He had the most
startling violet eyes I’d ever
seen
. It
was like they were past the edge of blue, just reaching an almost purple color.
They were fucking fascinating. He watched me.
His pouty lips
turning into a frown.
“Romeo?”

His voice was like silk against
my skin.
“Yeah.”

He didn’t smile. “Welcome to the
Underground MC.”

“Thanks. I guess.” I walked up to
him. The closer I got the bigger he seemed. He looked to be an inch or so over
my MC brother Deviant who was a six feet three. I stared into those amazing
eyes and I was actually lost for words.

“Sorry to hear about what
happened.”

I nodded, shaking my head more
than I had to. Okay. Let’s get my mind off the erection growing between my
legs. That’s how I ended up here in the first place.

“I’m Edmond.” He reached to shake
hands.

Justice looked at it and then to
the other man. “You’re not a patch member.”

“Friend of the
club.”
Edmond smiled.

Justice
grunted
.

“So, can I call you chocolate
thunder?” It was Outlaw’s nickname for the big guy.

Justice lifted a dark eyebrow.
“No.” He turned slightly. “Nico will show you your bunks. Nothing fancy like
you’re used to. Edmond can help around here.” He stared at me. “I want you, at
our table.”

I nodded but was more distracted
by the scar on the back of his neck. It was a bundle of dark skin with
slashes
of white. They disappeared under the
rim of his shirt. Nico stepped in front of me. I followed him down the right
tunnel toward my new home. But I had to look back. It surprised me when I found
Justice staring at me.

Chapter Three

The Underground MC consisted of dozens
of members. All dark-skinned men but the women were mixed. The tough broads
joined the Amazon MC. The other females helped out around here.
All working together trying to eke out a living on the uncolonized
part of Mars.
They were doing a decent job of it too. I stood in a small
room that was carved out of
rock
. The
door was a hand-sewn curtain from various clothes. The bed was a thin mattress
with a thinner blanket and one pillow. Considering what I was used to, it was a
change. I sat with my back against the wall and closed my eyes. It was just
twenty minutes or so. When I woke, it was with a stiff back and a hard dick. I
wondered if they had a prospect around here. The Outlaw MC prospect was all for
taking care of hard-ons. I ruffled my fingers through my brown hair in an
attempt to look good. Didn’t matter if I was in a holding cell or the bar or at
a fucking gun delivery, I always looked good. It was my mission in life to fuck
as many men as I could. Life was too short not to enjoy. I fumbled out of my
new room. A man walked past and I smiled. He grunted in my general direction
and kept walking. There were more closed curtains down this tunnel. It led to
that main room. It was nearly empty now. A few stragglers were around.

“What are you doing?”

I turned
abruptly,
facing a wide chest then looked up into Justice’s face.
“Looking
for you.”

He kept staring at me, frowning,
silent. It reminded me of a wild animal about to strike.

“You want me at the table?”

“Yes,” he finally spoke and
walked away.

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed
to follow him. I did anyway. It’s not every day I was asked to sit at another
MC’s table. Of course, I saw those scars just under his shirt bunch and pull.
His back was
broad,
the material stretched over it
like it was going to burst at the seams. Justice had narrow hips, a nice bubble
ass, and thick thighs. I was busy inspecting his backside when we walked into
another room. This one had a holographic image of the city on the wall and a
round table scattered with information chips and maps. My gaze finally left
Justice.

“Our MC members go through a lot
of shit to get here but there are only three of us at the table.
Nico, Nero and myself.”
Justice sat down. The chair
protesting, it was old and wooden.

I was honored. “Of course, I’ll
sit with you.”

“We make the decisions, plan the
fights, prepare for any fallout, and we take the brunt of the hits.”

I nodded and moved to the chair
beside Justice.

“Just keep your dick in your
pants. I don’t need brothers turning on brothers because of a piece of ass.”

I grinned. “A fantastic piece of
ass, you mean.”

Justice lifted a dark eyebrow.
His lips pressed together.

My smile fell. “I know I fucked
up before. I won’t do it again.” Despite my flirting, I didn’t want to hurt
this cause anymore with my greedy ways.

Nico and Nero came
into
the room and closed an actual door. It
wasn’t a makeshift curtain like in every other entrance around here.

Justice picked up an arcane,
wooden gavel off the table and banged it once.
“All right.
What did the intel bring us?”

Nico shook his head.
“Bad shit.
This...” He pointed to me. “Incident has word
trickling down from the top.
Wexmen
himself is supposedly working on a new law that will disband any clubs with
members who have a prison record. His first stop will be the Outlaw MC.”

“Wait,” I interrupted. “For a new
law to pass it has to be voted on by the population. It has to be more than eighty
percent agreement before it can be accepted.”

Justice scoffed. “You really
think
Wexmen
can’t get that? Half the
population works for him and the rest are going to be paid to vote his way.” He
shook his head. “The Outlaw MC goes down and we lose our front line. Bikes
banned and we have problems getting parts, getting in and out of the city.” He
sat back in his chair and it creaked. “The reason we’ve been so slow fighting
back is because we don’t have enough support to fight all the peacekeepers. Any
regular citizen wanting to join our cause is either too afraid or don’t have an
idea how to get in touch.”

“So, what’s your plan?” I asked,
watching him closely.

“Our next target should be the
peacekeeper buildings.” He paused, grabbed a gray square chip, and placed it in
the holographic projector. The city view turned into an overhead view. “There
are only two in the city.” They both turned into red dots on the map. “We hit
them both, same time. That’ll rattle a few cages. It’ll give the MC disband
some time because they’ll be focusing on a rebuild instead of passing the new
law. Without peacekeepers, there’ll be more people coming to our side. They’ll
have that opportunity and Outlaw can even go recruiting while the government’s
trying to piece together its army.”

It was a good fucking plan. I
kept nodding and then realized I was doing that. I stopped, cleared my throat,
and looked back to Justice. He wasn’t bad to watch. The way his mind worked
intrigued me. The way his body moved made my promise of being good sound like a
faraway whisper.

“While they’re recovering, maybe
Outlaw can try to get someone into the government building for a layout. We
haven’t been able to get one person in that damn government building.
Nothing past the lobby anyway.
It’s too big to just go in
there blindly, plus they have all the newest toys that can rip us apart in
seconds—and detect any technology we use to try to map the place.” He licked his
bottom lip.

I adjusted in my seat
accordingly. My pants were getting too tight.

“I’m thinking
,
we bring this war into the light.”

My dick deflated. Was Justice
serious?

“After the peacekeepers are down,
we blow up a section of the
city
,
demolish it, and take residence in the
rubble
.
We use it to build our own walls. Invite those who are afraid to join us. I
think we should bring this war to their doorstep. No more shadows, no more hit
and runs. Once we take the peacekeeper buildings out...we go loud and in their
face.”

Well, Outlaw wanted to speed
things up. “They’ll fight
back,
” I
muttered.

Justice glanced at me. “Of course
they will.” He stood up and walked to the holographic screen. “I have to work
out the details. But right now, we focus on these buildings.” He tapped the red
dots with his finger and it sent the screen into a miniature ripple effect.

“We do have that new shipment of
guns,
” Nico spoke.

I had almost forgotten the
brothers were here.

“Plus some very anxious boys
waiting to kick
ass,
” Nero said with a
grin.

“I need to check out the area
before we go planning to blow shit up.” Justice sat back down. “Sundown, Romeo,
and I will check out the city to see which side would be best to fortify.
I’m thinking
we avoid Harley’s store since he’s
on the edge but supplies our weapons.”

“Smart,
” I mumbled.

Justice glanced at me. “I’m not a
stupid man, Romeo, just an angry one.” He stood. “Keep your dick in your pants
for the day. We leave at dusk.” He smacked the
gavel
on the surface of the table. We all stood up. Nico and Nero
left,
but Justice went back to that holographic
screen. His expression was total determination, eyes narrowed and lips
downturned.

There were only a few hours until
I had to ride out. I spent the time exploring tunnels and caves. The
Underground MC was a labyrinth. I got lost a few times and had to work my way
to the main chamber taking vacant paths.
Eventually,
I made my way back. Nico directed me to meet Justice near the hover bikes. He
had changed into black jeans and a black shirt with patches of gray sewn into
it. That, with his beautifully darkened
skin,
made him blend with the shadows in the room. “Hey.” I smiled.

Justice glanced over his
shoulder. “You ready?”

I hopped on the nearest hover
bike and watched him maneuver onto his. The way his big frame sat on the bike
made my good intentions waver. Justice was a muscular man. He seemed like the
type to play rough. I liked rough. It took me a minute to find a comfortable
spot with my growing shaft then I heard the crunching of the ramp door opening.

“Where do you think you’re
going?” he asked with a lifted brow then patted the seat behind him. “You’re
riding bitch.”

I grinned which made him frown.
“I don’t mind.” I moved toward him, a little extra sway in my hips. It was a
waste of energy. Justice was busy starting the bike up. I hopped on behind him.
There were several inches of space between our bodies. Then I rested my hands
on his hips. My concentration took a serious hit.

The bike
hovered
for only a moment before Justice drove us up the ramp. I
held on to him tighter as the cool night air fell around us. It was relatively
silent but for the roar of the engine. We drove through the near pitch dark. I
could see a few feet ahead only because of the stars. We rounded a hill a
little fast and I pressed my palms into his hips. That’s when I saw the city.
From far away the lights lit up the darkness. The bike slowed as we came closer
and the slower we went the lower the roar of the engine until it was barely
heard. We were on the south side of the city. There were mounds of hills
because of construction. This zone had
been here
a while. I could see the red dirt starting to climb up the side of the
machinery. We stopped behind a behemoth groundbreaker.

“I
was thinking
this would be a good
spot,
”
Justice said.

It was hushed so I heard him well
enough. His deep voice was also not good for thinking without my dick. I cleared
my throat, stopped touching him and tried to think rationally. “It’s quiet
here.”

“Yeah.
The construction
zone has been here for six months untouched. There are a few small homes after
that and two-
story
businesses. This is on
the very outskirt of the city. Not many people settle down here.”

I hopped off the bike, staying in
the shadows but looking around.

“There are big machines here. We
blow them up and use the remains to fill in the gaps of these dirt mounds. Form
a wall behind them.
Might make a good front line.”
He
stood with his hands on his hips, staring out at the city with a frown. “We
have enough weapons.
A good amount of people.
It might
work.” Justice turned to me. “You think Outlaw would agree to it?”

Ah, so that’s why he brought me
out here. It clicked. He was looking to see how the Outlaw MC would go for the
idea of an all-out war with the government. “I honestly don’t know.
Outlaw’s...he’s hurting.” That was obvious. “He wants the government down. He
wants Liam home.”

“There are fewer slaves thanks to
raiding the market.”

I nodded. We blew that place sky
high.

“There are
less
female slaves because we burned down the
breeding house. That means we have peacekeepers, loyal
citizens,
and the government building to contend with.”

“Three big obstacles.”

“If we take the peacekeepers
out...the odds are in our favor.” He watched me closely.

I knew he was waiting for an
answer,
but I rather liked his gaze on me. “I
can’t tell you what Outlaw’s thinking. But if I were at the table I’d vote for
the plan.”

“Yeah?”
He gave me the
barest of smiles.

“Yup.”
It was a good
idea. It was solid. “That has very little to do with the fact that you remind
me of chocolate and how badly do I want that on my tongue.” I grinned.

Justice scoffed. “I get why they
call you Romeo.”

I smiled. “So,
you
going
to run the plan by Outlaw and the Amazons?”

He looked away, back to the city,
and pressed his lips together. Justice was silent a good minute before he gave
me a slow nod. “I think so. We need to change this world.
Our
future.
 
I’m damn tired of living
in a cave.” He sighed.

“How long have you been there?”

“Long fucking
time.”
He blew out a breath and rubbed a hand over his bare head. “I started the
Underground MC. It was a few years before I met Outlaw. When I got free, I just
ran. There was no place to go so I went
into
the dark side, the uncolonized areas.” He sat on his bike. “It was different
back then.”

I leaned against the big machine
and crossed my ankles, watching him.