Page 85 of Bullseye
“We’ve never had a girl pledge,” he tells me. “You know what the initiation is like for bitches?”
Taking a deep breath and relaxing my tense shoulders, I cross my arms in front of my chest. If I kill him now, it’ll delay my plan.
“Do ya?” He licks his lips, and his gaze drops to my breasts.
Aw, fuck it. I can’t help myself. Reaching out, I grab his tiny member in my hand and squeeze.
“I imagine that it must feel something like this. That is, when you pass the woman from biker to biker.”
“Oh, ow!”
Even in the shadow, I can see his face turn a dark red as his knees buckle, and he begins to sink down. My grip on his tiny dick holds him upright.
“Huh. Never thought something this small could cause so much pain.”
He beats on my hand, trying to make me release, but it just makes me squeeze harder. Taking my other hand and shaping it like a claw, I swoop upward under his neck and pin him to the wall in a front chokehold. With my index finger, I press against his jugular. This is almost too easy. As he sputters and chokes, I glance around. No one notices what’s happening here; everyone at the bar is too wrapped up in their own worlds. That’s the good part about Mammon.
“Okay, dickwad. Here’s the thing. I am here because of Ironclad. I’m looking for him. Do you know where he is?”
He tries to shake his head as sweat drips down from his forehead, making my hand slick. Cripes. I don’t need to worry about killing someone. Even if this is Mammon, and it goes unnoticed.
Letting go with both of my hands, the slimy bartender falls into a heap on the ground, but I’ve got no time to lose. Ironclad’s probably seen this anyway, and he doesn’t want me to leave. I’m his collateral. Using a wooden box for a step, I climb up onto the bar and stomp my way to the center. Standing in the middle of the bar, I look out at the crowd that is just barely beginning to notice me.
“Hey!”
A couple of Mammon’s patrons look up at me. Two guys in Lucifer’s Riders jackets raise their shot glasses in a toast. A topless woman walking through the crowd claps for me, although I’m not sure why.
“I am Seneca Villetrio, and I am here to pledge for Lucifer’s Riders.”
The two guys in the jackets leer at me. Shit.
“But I am also here because of Ironclad. And I will not pledge for anyone but him. Bring me Ironclad.” I’m vaguely aware that I sound like a peasant demanding to see the king.
Silence falls over the crowd. Aw, fuck. Maybe I should have thought this over… Why would I imagine that I wield enough power that—
“Very, very nice.” It’s Ironclad, making his way through the parting crowd. “Wildfire. You didn’t have to make this spectacle. I was coming back for you.”
“I want to pledge, Ironclad. With Lucifer’s Riders.”
“Why would you want to do that?” He stops and looks up at me.
“Because I need protection. Avery turned out to be a disappointment. And you know I need help with Matt. The kind of help only you can give me.”
Turning to his bodyguards, he nods to them and they walk to me. Without asking, they reach up and take me by the arms. Lifting me, and floating me off of the bar, they place me down in front of Ironclad.
“Shall we go?” he asks, offering his arm.
Sliding my arm in his, he nods to the bar and the passage is opened. As we pass behind the bar, I glimpse the bartender who’s still sitting against the wall, nursing his wounds. He flips me off as I walk by.
Ironclad leads me through the door behind the bar. Exhaling, I’m relieved to find that he’s taking me back to his office. That eliminates the scary aspect of surprise. As we walk down the hallway toward Ironclad’s office, I know I’ve got to come up with a way to get this stream started without him knowing.
He pushes me into his office ahead of him. The two goons stand just inside the door.
Crap. My heart rate increases as I look at these guys and wonder what they are planning to do to me.
Thinking fast, I turn to Ironclad. “I want to initiate with you. Only you. You know if you pass me off to anyone else, Bullseye will torture you and kill you. No matter how pissed I am at him, he loves me, and he will hunt you down like an animal.”
“Oh, I know that. I have no intentions of sharing the goods of Seneca Villetrio with any of my coworkers.”
