Page 33 of Hallow’s Eve
I had to take Eve to Kingpin myself. I’d given anything for her safety. And I didn’t have myself to give anymore. I belonged to the Royal Bastards MC and Kingpin already. And I didn’t regret that choice. Being an outlaw gave me a freedom I never had before. Unfortunately, there was only one thing that could save Eve besides getting her out of the state. And even then, back in Arkansas she might not be safe. My brothers knew of her now and as long as the Asphalt Gods were our enemy, she’d be in peril. Well, it wasn’t unfortunate for me. Only one thing could save her. She’d have to become one of us.
Unlike the Asphalt Gods, we didn’t patch women. Eve would become mine, my property. It’d taken years for me to get used to the biker lifestyle, so I was sure Eve wouldn’t take kindly to getting a tattoo saying she was mine or any of the other gestures we’d have to make to pull this off. As I held her on the front of my bike, I longed to really have her. As it was, we would have to pretend. I wouldn’t be pretending. I could only hope Eve liked me enough. She sure seemed to in the breakroom. I liked my lips tasting her there. Speeding down the road, I tried to wipe her text with Wolf out of my mind.
Royal Road was known for its Halloween parties. Hell, Royal Road was the best place to party, no matter the occasion. Last week, we had a wild as all get out baby shower for Horror’s ol’ lady that turned into a baby shower for several pregnant women she knew. Opry hired some male strippers just for that night. So, I was not surprised by the scene when I stepped into the clubhouse. Actually, I’d become numb to it. When I was there, I was usually tasked with security anyhow, and though I’d look like I was there to party, I watched the tables, the gamblers, the men watching the strippers. Opry ran Royal Road in a management capacity, taking care of all the entertainment. When I stepped in with Eve, he thought I’d brought a girl for him to audition. A lot of the strippers were just auditioning. They didn’t come in without being blindfolded somehow or another. There was a steady stream of women wanting a place at Royal Road. They’d get to keep their tips, but they weren’t on the payroll.
Taking Eve in front of Kingpin had been worse than I imagined. Kingpin in his large, elaborately carved wooden throne with the red velvet enjoyed toying with us. Riff had already told him everything, even that Eve was a virgin. I tried to leave without becoming part of his show, but Junebug, one of Kingpin’s whores, drew her gun. Even though I tried to play it cool, when I stepped out of my boots and slipped down my pants, my limp dick gave me away. I took no pleasure in taking a woman against her will. Especially not innocent Eve. I’d been so close to taking her virginity on my own. To be coerced to force her turned my stomach.
Memphis sank to her knees and fluffed me in no time. Being one of our sweetbutts, our club whore, she knew exactly how to get me hard. Hell, Junebug knew too. They’d warmed my bed a time or two, the both of them together, when I first got here. That was before I learned exactly how much they got around. Kingpin might as well be a pimp with how the girls were pretty much up for sale to anyone privileged enough to play here. After a STD test I thankfully passed, I hadn’t fooled with any of the club whores again. I’d gone from the whores to the hang arounds, the girls who rode bikes, the biker bitches. If I thought of Steph, I’d lose my woody. Kingpin wanted a show. He wanted to see blood. Taking Eve to the middle of the orgy, I made sure to put something between us and the nasty carpet. I tried my best to make her bleed with my hand. I thought that once I did, I could cover her and pound the floor beneath her ass to fool Kingpin into thinking he won. After all, this was a game to him. He’d caught me lying, and he wanted to punish me.
I pulled up my mask to look and saw the red blood on my fingers, but I also saw Kingpin’s black polished toes. There was no getting out of here without fucking Eve’s brains out, as he put it. Shifting gears, I thought of how bad I wanted her earlier while I tasted her pussy. Licking my lips, I still tasted her salty essence. Eve was mine for the taking now. It was so wrong. Eve was gagged and bound and helpless beneath me. Something about it though, knowing I had no choice, turned me on. Lining my dick up with her bloody cunt, I jutted my hips to shove inside her tight snatch. It felt better than I could’ve dreamed. I’d never taken anyone’s virginity before.
Leaning on my elbows, I took her shoulders into my hands to hold her as my dick broke completely inside of her warm snatch. God damn. Eve felt amazing. I’d gone where no man had gone before. Sliding back, I plowed again and again. Her pussy a vice squeezing my dick egged me on until I felt I might break her in two if I didn’t ease up. Her body trembled under me, and I remembered she couldn’t scream if she needed to. However, that fact never stopped me. I enjoyed it. Her helpless. Eve was mine. Her pussy all mine. I’d tattoo her with my property patch and dare anyone to even look at her. Her heart would be mine as well, in time. After our show here, I planned to take her up to my bedroom and do this again but with our masks off. As of now, I pounded her pussy wanting nothing but to get off so Kingpin would let us be. I longed to take her upstairs and taste her lips, to hear her cries of pleasure, her cries of pain. I wanted to take my time, find out what she liked. She’d never done anything with any man, and I wanted to be her man. The only one. The thought of that and exploring every inch of her had me coming in no time.
Drawing my cock out of her, I spilled my seed on her stomach so Kingpin could see we were finished here. Satisfied he walked off. Immediately, I took off my mask, a fucking unicorn and Eve’s tiger mask. I took down the gag, expecting her to cry. Searching her eyes, I asked if she was okay. Eve’s hooded eyes let me know she’d really enjoyed what just happened. I roared internally. Picking her up, I rushed her through the front of the club wanting to get her in my bed. I’d convince her to truly be mine. Not just to keep the Royal Bastards MC from killing her. After a night in my bed, she’d be begging for that tattoo, my property patch. Passing the buffet, I asked if she was hungry. In any case, I planned to fuck her again, and she’d need all her strength. No. Eve had been a virgin. My mind racing, I thought of how she deserved a night of more than fucking. I planned to make love to her until dawn and pick it back up tomorrow and fuck her.
That’s when she told me about Ford.
Fuck, I’d fucked up. Eve was right. I knew Jasper had been working for someone, but I hadn’t known who. Our night of love making would have to wait. My brothers Riff and Dimple had Ford with them taking Sadist out to Franklin, to Delbert’s pig farm. Kingpin had a deal with Delbert. Delbert wasn’t even the man’s name. That had been the name of the farm. We paid the mysterious old man who called himself Delbert to dispose of bodies there. Paid him in drugs mostly, and he kept his mouth shut.
While Eve showered, I called my brothers with no luck. Fuck, I didn’t even know if there’d be a signal out on the farm in Franklin. My cellphone was in my pants in Kingpin’s throne room, so I couldn’t look up the number to Bootsies to ask what happened to Thorn or Buzzard who’d been going after Eve’s goth friend Donette. I had a dozen brothers downstairs that I could count on, but none that I wanted to know about Eve. The less my brothers knew about Eve the better. I didn’t need word getting back to Leviathan she was Fighting Cocks daughter before I could get a proper tattoo on her.
Walking in on Eve crying in the bathroom, broke my heart. I’d done a billion dreadful things since leaving Columbus but having sex with Eve like that had been the worst. Instead of comforting her, I punched the wall. It didn’t matter what she wanted. Once she had a property patch, she’d be safe. That mark would mean she made the choice between her father’s club and ours. It would mean she was mine and my brothers couldn’t touch her. For now, we had to get to Riff and Dimple. I’d not killed someone for the club before. Ford was about to be my first. I didn’t know why he tried to take Eve last night, but I planned to find out. It couldn’t have been good. Then he killed Wolf, maybe Sadist, too.
In this situation, Eve had to come with me. I strapped a gun on her and snuck her out the front door. This time we would be on my hog. When I bought it, my brothers in Charleston said my Harley-Davidson, Street Glide Special looked like a police Harley with the batwing fairing and LED headlamp. Little did they know, I almost got it in the two-tone blue and white one. Old habits die hard and all. Thankfully, I picked the metallic grey and black finish. The Nashville boys hadn’t said anything, yet.
Fuck, the rain started.
“If you weren’t already mine, I’d have to hood you,” I said as we came to the gate. As we approached my brother Cricket, our guard, I explained to Eve, “No one comes to Royal Road unannounced. If I didn’t hood you before, I’d be chained up in the basement right now. You, too. I’m going to tell my buddy Cricket you’re my girl, and you’re not going to argue.”
“But we’re leaving.”
“Coming or going, doesn’t matter.”
Eve didn’t say a word as I explained to Cricket, she was fixing to be my woman.
“Didn’t you just bring in a prisoner? Kingpin aware of this?” Cricket had to be sure. His ass was on the line too. He’d write it down, take a mental picture or a real one. I had no idea how he and Gunn remembered everyone who came through the gate, but they were thorough.
Thankfully, there wasn’t much more than a drizzle on the way to Franklin. When I stopped at the back entrance of the farm to give a signal for Delbert to let me in, I found the gate left open. Speeding through the opening and down the bumpy dirt road, I hoped Eve was holding on. Reaching the barn, I spotted Dimple’s 1955 Pink Cadillac Fleetwood. Yes, one just like the King drove. The top was down. I parked beside it and saw Riff passed out inside. I placed my fingers on his neck before I decided if he was dead or not. He’d live, but he was out cold. Delbert stepped out of the dark with a rifle.
Recognizing my cut, he put the barrel down. “You just missed the action.” He explained, “Dimple is up at the house having some supper. Riff will be okay. Those boys they had with them was dragging the body out to the slaughterhouse and got the better of me.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Looks like they got to Riff too. Dimple had already started heading to the house to fetch a ham I said he could have. Those boys ran off with ol’ Bessy.”
“Bessy?”
“Yeah. Y’all owe me a truck.”
Understanding Ford and Louis stole Delbert’s pickup truck, I figured they’d head back to Nashville.
“Do you know where Ford lives?” I asked Eve.
“Downtown somewhere. Donette knows. And I know where she lives, and I have a key. Well, I did. It’s in my purse at Bootsies.”
“Let’s go and get it.”
“Probably locked up for the night.”
With a few murders reported, I doubted it. We made our way back into downtown Nashville. When we made it to Bootsies, I looked at my watch, and it was nearing five am. Being fall, it was still dark as night. I’d been right about the honky-tonk. Three squad cars lined the front of the building. Of course, Eve and I decided to go into the back.
We creeped around to the alley on my motorcycle. “Go straight to the breakroom, get your purse and come straight out.”
