Page 9 of Sinful Need
“I’m not playing. I’m out.” Storm looks at me like I’ve lost my mind but the slight nod of his head is thanks enough for me. If I have anything to do with it, Storm will live to get his patch and one day the justice him and Rayne deserve.
“That wasn’t an option.” Hawk fumes. He’s not used to being challenged and I know this isn’t going to end well.
I strip my vest off and toss it to the ground, kicking an extra layer of dirt on it to rub in the insult. “Fuck you and your club. I’m out.”
I spin around to leave and something hard slams against the back of my neck. I drop to my knees, gripping my neck with both hands. “You don’t walk away from the Viper’s Den, asshole. The only way out is in a body bag.”
The four officers jump on top of me. Hawk slams his fist into my face, spraying blood from my nose onto the dusty ground. Digger lays into me, barreling his steel-toe boot into my rib cage with enough force to rush the air out of my lungs while the rest take turns sparing with my face. Blow after blow lands on my face with an occasional boot slamming into my ribs. I reach for my gun and Hawk knocks it out of my weak grasp. Another boot lands on my head and I lay splayed out in the dirt.
“Stop.” Storm barks breaking himself through the pile of pissed off bikers beating me to a bloody pulp. “I want my fucking patch. Let me kill him.”
The officers part and I flop over on to my back, my eyes rolling skyward to meet Storm’s penetrating glare. I don’t even bother begging for my life. One way or the other I’m a dead man. If Storm is the one to pull the trigger at least he can avenge his father.
Hawk leans over my limp body, “I’m going to ram my cock in every hole Rayne has until she’s crying out from pain instead of wasting tears over your pussy ass. Let that be the last thought you ever have.”
I wince, his words hurting more than the pain radiating through my ribcage. Mustering up a modicum of strength I grip my fist and slam it into Hawks nuts. He lurches forward, grabbing his package and growls out to Storm, “Fucking kill him or don’t come back to the clubhouse.”
Hawk limps away and the other officers withdraw behind him, leaving me at Storm’s mercy. Bloody spit pools at the corners of my mouth.
“Don’t let him hurt her.” I make my final plea to my friend. He points his gun at my head and looks over his shoulder and then back. I inhale a shallow breath and even that stings my aching lungs. My eyes are swelling fast and he’s a blur through the tiny slit that remains open. “This is going to hurt. I’m sorry.”
Storm swings his aim slightly to the right and pulls the trigger, shooting the bullet into the sand a microscopic inch from my head. The echo of the shot rings in my ear and my heartbeat pounds in my throat. “Don’t fucking move and whatever you do don’t come back here, Brother, or we’re all dead.”
Chapter 6
Fuel
Present Day
Sometimes life is underhanded and forces you back to a place you have no business being. Whether it be a place, a time, or an old memory. For me, it’s all three. When it does, the best you can do is try and not drown in the pain of things best left in the past.
One by one the members of the Krymson Destroyers file into Church grumbling their frustrations. The party has been underway for hours and more than a few drinks have been knocked back.
“This better be good, I was about to get my dick wet in that hot number Skyler brought with her tonight.” Cobra protests taking his seat on the left side of the table.
“Is there anyone you won’t stick your dick in?” Tank barks out from his spot on the right.
He’s pissed and with good reason. Tonight was his night. The club was throwing a party to welcome Dia into the fold. He officially made her his Ol’ Lady and tradition calls for acelebration. This one has been ten years in the making. For the first time since I joined this club, Tank had a smile plastered on his face until I found something that brought the party to a crashing halt.
“That’s why God made pussy, brother. Don’t hate on me for answering the calling.” Cobra taunts.
Tank leans back in his chair folding his arms across his chest, “What’s so important that it couldn’t wait until after the party?”
Chainz lowers the gavel onto the table calling the meeting to order. The grumbling drops a notch but no one is pleased with the turn of events unfolding. “I wouldn’t have interrupted your fun if it wasn’t important. Fuel found something that’s worth looking into.”
“It’s obviously not a woman, he’s still moping around about Raven.” Crusher takes things too far. As usual with him, it’s open mouth and insert foot.
“Enough.” The vein on Chainz’s forehead throbs. “I will not have you disrespecting my Ol’ Lady.”
Crusher sinks back into his seat and all eyes turn my way. I swallow hard, the last thing I want is for my President to think I’m holding onto feelings for his Ol’ Lady. Raven made her choice and it wasn’t me. I’m alright with that. I have to get this meeting back on track before drunken mouths get even more out of control. “I don’t know what this means but my gut tells me we may have crippled the sex trafficking ring the Crosses were running but their reach goes farther than we thought.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Crusher is as irritated as the rest of us, only his frustrations run deeper. While the other guys are pissed they have to wait to get a piece of ass, Crusher can’t figure out how to land the one he wants most. Skyler can’t be any clearer on what she wants from him but he’s keeping her at arm’s length and bitching about it every chance he gets.
“Just show them what you found.” Chainz orders.
I pull the lighter I took off of Jules out of my pocket and place it in the center of the table. “This is why we’re here.”
“A fucking lighter? You’ve got to be shitting me.” Tank grumbles, “There’s a thousand of those laying around the clubhouse. What’s so special about this one?”
