You Belong to Me (10 page)

Hells Vipers

He should have had his guard. That was the first thought that entered Mitch’s brain as he turned his head and met the death stare of the Grave Walker in the car next to him.

Mitch gunned it through the red light, swerving around cars as he headed back toward the Hells Vipers clubhouse.

The HV clubhouse was in his sights, but his gut told him that he wasn’t going to make it. The moment he reached for his weapon, the first shot hit him. He fell to the pavement as his bike skidded into the middle of the intersection.

Drivers in other cars slammed on their breaks as the black SUV drove up fast next to him. Mitch dug down deep and gathered his strength as he fired blindly into the vehicle. It didn’t detour the assault.

The biker leaned out of the passenger-side window and fired two more rounds into Mitch’s torso. His eyes fluttered and darkness surrounded him as his assailant lifted his black ski mask high enough for him to see a smile creep across his face. He then threw something out of the window. Mitch watched the piece of cloth sail through the air. The last image he saw was the Grave Walker insignia landing near his bloody hand.

***

“How’s he doing?” Toby asked as he sat down next to Kevin.

“I don’t know. He coded twice in the ambulance.”

“Damn!” Toby said, sending a telling look to Tech, who walked over.

“Did you call everyone?” he asked Tech.

“Yeah,” Tech replied, just as the hospital doors swung open and in walked nearly all the rest of the Hells Vipers.

“This blows back on me, man!” Nuke said between gritted teeth as he crouched down in front of Toby and Kevin.

“What are you talking about?” Kevin stared at him.

“The strip mall -- that was my idea.” Nuke shook his head. “It should have been handled smarter. I wasn’t thinking. Let me fix this!”

“We all agreed, man.” Toby tapped him on the shoulder. “This is no one’s fault but the rat that started this war.”

Nuke shook his head as he stood back up. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms.

Pipe hobbled over and hugged him, slapping him on the back. “We all feel at fault.”

“He paid for my rehab, do you know that? Didn’t want the money back. No matter how many times I tried to repay him.” The somber look that covered Nuke’s face reflected what they were all feeling.

“I know,” Pipe agreed. “He’s good guy. He’ll pull through this! He’s a tough motherfucker!”

All of their eyes shifted to the doors one again as Vince walked in. He was practically carrying Mitch’s wife, Amy. Following behind him were his two adult children, their spouses and kids.

“We got to make this right,” Nuke repeated as the Hells Vipers members who were seated got up and let the family sit down.

Cindy

Cindy was not in the mood for drama, which is why she called ahead. If she had driven up in there and caught Tex with some girl, it would have been on. Especially after all that she had done for him and the Grave Walkers.

The prospect outside knew who she was, yet he still gave her the once-over and waited on approval before he let her inside the house. The Grave Walkers’ clubhouse was the complete opposite of the Hells Vipers. The fact that it was a house and not a compound was only the beginning.

The Grave Walkers were located on the west side of town in a business/residential area. They owned a few things on the street, including a car lot and a bar. They were fighting to be significant in a city that was full of Hells Vipers supporters.

The Grave Walker member known as Wiseman snatched her purse from her hand and dumped the contents onto the floor. Cindy rolled her eyes; every time she came here, it was the same damn thing.

He smirked as he kicked the things around with his foot, then he looked through the empty purse before handing it back to her. “You know the drill. Why you still standing there?” he asked her.

Cindy turned and spread-eagled herself up against the wall. He quickly patted her down with all of the emotions of a man who was bored.

“Tex is down in the back room,” Wiseman said as he stepped to the side.

Cindy put her items back into her purse and headed to the room on the second floor. The door was closed, and she knew better than to barge in. She knocked and did her best to wait patiently.

She felt the wetness between her legs soak her panties as he opened the door with a wide grin. He was nowhere as good looking as Kevin, but he’d do. They both had long dark hair and tattoos. Tex was shorter, stockier and not quite as smart. But then, it wasn’t his brain that she was here for.

There was an unwritten rule among biker women about not hopping from one club to another, but dick is dick. Tex was unmarried, but he had two baby mamas and five kids.

Cindy looked at her phone and ignored the text message from Jasmine. “That woman is working my damn nerves. Nuke is a psycho, and he’s only getting worse.”

“What are you talking about?” Tex asked as he started taking off his clothes.

“My friend that’s hooking up with Nuke.”

“I’m sick of hearing his name. He’s just using her anyway. She’s too stupid to see it.”

“Jealous much?” Tex laughed at her.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Yeah, okay, if you say so. Since you’re hating on her so much, where does she live? We’ll go over and take care of her like we did Jamie’s wife.” Tex’s laugh was nasty.

“Your 1488 tattoo would be against that?”

Tex looked at her curiously. “What you talking about? She isn’t white?”

Cindy shook her red locks as she disrobed.

“See, that’s one of the problems with the HV. They have no sense of pride in their race. They sell guns to the ESGs. Why give them darkies more weapons to kill white people with? Greed, that’s why. They even deal with the Mexicans.” Tex shook his head. “Nuke, huh?” He shook his head again. “You wouldn’t think he’d do that by looking at him. He looks like he would be AB all the way.”

“I think it’s only deep for Jasmine. Nuke’s probably bored.”

“No amount of boredom in the world would make me disrespect my race like that.” Tex climbed into the bed. “We need to take him out next, her, too. Can you make that happen? She trusts you, right?”

“Yeah, she does.” A knot formed in Cindy’s stomach. She hadn’t meant to go on about Jasmine and Nuke. She was just tired of hearing about them. She climbed under the covers with Tex.

“You got Mitch, why does Nuke matter? He’s just the Road Captain.”

“Because he’s race-mixing. That’s reason enough. Don’t get an attitude with me, ‘cause you don’t have to be here.”

“I’m not!” Cindy defended herself. Tex had a way of flipping on a dime with his moods. “I…she’s a nice person, that’s all.”

He rolled over on top of her, pinning her down as he slapped her hard across the face twice. “I want that race-mixing bastard and that black bitch dead, and you’re going to help me. We clear?”

Cindy nodded as the stinging on her face subsided.

Tex started nibbling on her neck and sliding his hands all over her body. He licked her breasts, sucking on her nipples. They got rock hard as her pussy got wetter and wetter. He licked his way down her stomach and onto the insides of her thighs, before flicking his tongue lightly across her opening. “Say you’re sorry or you have to get up out of here.”

“Sorry,” she said as she pushed his head down onto her wet pussy.

Tex knew he could lick a girl. He told her to flip over,
then he licked all the way down the split of her ass. He kissed and nibbled on her mounds as she squirmed with desire. She got up onto her knees. “Eat it,” she whispered. “Eat it from the back, baby.”

Tex licked her pussy from the back with long strokes. He slid up under her, and she climbed up onto his face. He nibbled at her clit as she smothered him with her juices. She came hard as she rode his face. She was still trembling as he turned her over onto her back. He moved between her legs, pushing his hard dick between her moist thighs. Cindy trembled as he seized her hips and plunged down hard and deep into her wet box. She whimpered out loud, and he covered her mouth with his. He slammed his fat dick deep inside of her.

“Ba ba baby…,” she mumbled against his mouth.

She watched him bite down on his bottom lip, his face twisted as he came. He lay on top of her, out of breath for a few minutes before he rolled off to the side. She cuddled up against his chest as she listened to him
breathe. She hated herself and him even more than she hated Kevin and the Hells Vipers.

It was too late now. She’d slept with the devil and his minions.

Nuke and Pipe

When two white boys strolled their asses into Club Mirror, they were bound to get noticed.

“It’s like taboo paradise up in here!” Pipe said as they walked toward the VIP area.

“We’re not here to find you pussy! We need to make this quick. I got things to do.”

“Yeah Jasmine,” Pipe laughed.

Nuke sighed as he walked up to the velvet rope. There he stood, eye to eye with some asshole who obviously didn’t know who they were. The guy had the same build as him, only he was slightly thicker in the stomach area, typical club security. “Ricky, tell this new motherfucker something before I beat his ass all the way back to Mexico!”

Ricky looked away from his conversation with a Gabriel Reece look-alike and laughed. “Damn, he’s from Guatemala not Mexico, you ignorant motherfucker!” Ricky shouted.

“Mexico, Guatemala, either way he’s probably illegal,” Nuke said with a straight face.

“Sergio, let my guest in!”

Sergio sent Nuke a scorching look before he moved the rope.

Pipe smirked as he walked behind Nuke into the VIP section where Ricky was sitting. He was so fat that the red plush velvet sofa he was on was sagging to the floor.

Nuke and Pipe purposely sat down in the corner so they could get a view of the club and most of the people in it.

“You two don’t own suits?” Ricky laughed, showing all of his gold teeth. “You making me look bad.”

Nuke looked down at his black jeans, black T-shirt and black biker boots. Then he looked at Ricky. As large as he was, he had on a custom dark blue Armani suit and cream gator shoes. “I’m comfortable,” he replied with a straight face.

“It’s about image, my man, right? You guys have yours, we have ours, I guess.” Ricky reached into his pocket and tipped the waitress a fifty for the Grey Goose he had automatically gotten for them. “You need at least one suit for funerals, though. I can have someone come over your way tomorrow and hook you both up.”

“No thanks. We need to get down to business,” Nuke said.

“You in a hurry? You two usually hang around for a while,” Ricky replied.

“He’s got a girl,” Pipe laughed as he checked out one of the waitresses.

Ricky shrugged. “I got girls, too,” he said. “But alright, what you got for me?” he asked as he looked at Nuke and Pipe. He motioned for everyone around
them to leave.

“We got heat on us since things stepped up with the Grave Walkers. We need you to move the H we got. We’ll throw in some AKs, and you keep ten percent of what you sell.”

Ricky shook his head at them like any disappointed daddy. He scooted in closer. “I don’t need ten percent, but I will take the AKs.”

“What do you want then?” Pipe looked at him critically.

“Javon Ribbons. Seems he don’t know when to shut his mouth. He went snitch on Deek and his boys, going to turn state’s evidence to save his own ass. Do him and his baby mama but make him watch first!”

“We don’t kill women,” Nuke said, offended that he asked.

“We all kill women when it’s necessary,” Ricky replied dryly. “If that’s how you want to be, it’s cool. Cut his dick and balls off and shove it in his mouth. I want the message sent: we don’t tolerate snitches!”

“That’ll cost you extra,” Nuke replied.

Ricky snorted. “How much?” he asked still glancing over to the dance floor.

“We’ll personally do it for fifty,” Nuke said.

Ricky let out a long whistle. “That’s steep!”

“He’s got a girl,
” Pipe repeated with a chuckle. “She’s black so you should give us a bonus for that or something,” Pipe laughed again.

“Thirty, and congratulations on banging one of the
sistas.”

“Forty. We don’t keep the whole amount. We always give a cut to our club,” Nuke replied as he picked up this glass.

“Deal,” Ricky laughed as he picked up his glass.

“That
sista spending all of your money?” Ricky chuckled. “Is she one of those red-bottom bitches?”

Nuke shook his head. “Planning for a rainy day.”

“What’s a red-bottom bitch?” Pipe asked.

“Bitches who love these expensive-ass designer shoes,” Ricky grumbled. “Look around, you two.
A room full of bitches. Go fuck one. Her pussy ain’t made of gold, Nuke. Enjoy yourself.”

“It’s deeper than just pussy.”

“It’s as deep as you let it be. You might want to stay away from black pussy for a while. That shit gets you white boys twisted.”

Nuke genuinely laughed for the first time since entering the club. “We’ll get you the H and the AKs tomorrow. We’ll do our part before the week is out. Get me the info we need on where to find him.” Nuke and Pipe stood up.

“Cool!” Ricky replied.