4 Horsemen (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance) (3 page)

“What just happened?”

“Bad shit just happened.” Jacob replied, bringing the bike to a stop. He leapt off the seat, spinning to pull me off with him. It was a graceful move completed with practiced hands.
How many women had ridden on the back of that bike?
I wondered to myself, the vibrations from the ride still tingling between my legs.

One too many…
I concluded to myself, wishing I was back at home with my boring homework and my boring life.

Emotions were welling up within me. Everything was wrong, the whole world was messed up, and I’d just shot at someone! For all I knew, I’d killed someone. Jacob seemed to be reading my face, giving me a tight smile. Another bike roared into the garage, breaking the silence. He leapt off without bothering to turn the engine off, the unsteady roar echoing in the space as he embraced Jacob. I stared as they parted. Vice President, his patch declared boldly.

“Famine, what the fuck happened out there.”

“Bout to ask you the same thing. Vamos is out for blood. I hear you shot one of them up over on Roosevelt.”

Jacob squeezed my hand reassuringly.

“They dead?” Jacob asked, my own breath caught in my throat.

“No, but the car is. Cops all over it. They’re going to be asking questions.”

“Let them ask. I was here with my lady all night,” Jacob said, squeezing my hand again. I was shaking. A few hours ago I was a law abiding girl just trying to graduate business school. Now I was shooting at people and being prepared to lie to the police.

“I need a few minutes. I’ll be in my office.”

Jacob pulled me away from the men, past rows of tools and bikes, toward a dim room in the corner with no windows. We stepped inside, the door closing behind us. I was still shaking, the metal chair doing very little to calm my nerves. A small desk lamp illuminated the space, casting strange shadows on everything. Even Jacob’s face took on a more sinister look.

“People might ask questions Penny. I need you to be ready.”

“I’m not your lady… You’re seeing Jenna.” I blurted out.

“I’m not seeing Jenna,” Jacob said with a patiently soft voice. “I was just giving her permission.”

“Permission for what? Permission to fuck you?”

Jacob laughed, the deep sound resonating on the thin walls.

“Permission to fuck War.”

“War?” I asked, puzzled.

“Four Horsemen. Conquest, War, Famine, Death. Leadership at the MC. You just met Famine. I’m Conquest.”

“And War is?”

“War is the man who Jenna is dating. Don’t worry, you’ll know him when you see him,” Jacob replied, still chuckling.

“If she’s with War, why is she fucking you?”

Anger was welling up inside me. Jacob had been mine for only the shortest of time, but without rhyme or reason there was a hint of jealousy in my voice.

“Horsemen property needs three votes out of four. It was my turn to vote. I don’t expect my little baby to understand.”

“I’m not your baby,” I whispered anxiously.

“You will be, when you get three votes,” Jacob replied, his voice almost soothing and yet, filled with malice. “I like you. You’re like holding burning gasoline. Don’t think I’m just going to let your fine little ass walk away.”

The thought of Jenna fucking for votes filled my head. If Jacob expected me to go around fucking his friends so I could have a chance at him he had another thing coming. Of course, the tingling between my thighs had a different opinion.

“I need to get out of here. I shouldn’t be here,” I said, whimpering, shrinking in my chair and trying to deny my own deviance.

“And go where? There’s a Vamos at your house right now just waiting to gut you baby doll. I know it doesn’t look it, but we’re the good guys. You’re safe here, for now.”

I stared around the space, the unfinished drywall feeling as oppressive as the grey paint scheme. I didn’t feel safe at all. I felt less safe than ever. Jacob drew in close, gripping my throat and drawing me up from the chair, planting a deep kiss on my lips. Our tongues jousted, my fears melting away.

“You saved us both back there Penny. You can’t go home, not now, maybe not for a long time. You’re going to have to walk away from everything you’ve ever known. I’m sorry, and I want you to know things are going to get worse before they get better. Look me in the eye and know I’m telling you the truth.”

I stared, the deep pools bursting with emotion.

“We’re the good guys Penny. You might think I’m a bad man but you don’t understand. Not yet. I don’t believe in coincidence. You are supposed to be here, with me, with the horsemen. Are you in, or are you out?”

He held me tight, our bodies one mass of flesh and heat. I’d never been so terrified and so turned on at the same time.

“I’m… In,” I said, adrenaline starting to course in my veins once more. Nothing made sense anymore. I couldn’t believe what I was agreeing to.

“Not yet, baby. You still need two more votes.”

FAMINE

We stepped out of the office to hoots and cat calls from the rest of the MC. Jenna was here now, accompanied by a mountain of a man. My jaw about hit the floor as I took in his huge muscular tattooed arms, thick jaw, and jagged scars on his fists.

War…

Jenna didn’t look happy, and she seemed positively shocked to see me with Conquest. “Penny?”

“Sorry babe,” Conquest said, walking toward Jenna. “Vamos would have killed her, I had to bring her back to the clubhouse.”

“But…”

“Ahh, tut tut little dove. I like this one. Now why don’t you run off with War and calm him down. We’ve got work to do.”

Jenna cast her eyes to the floor and never looked back up, pulling War toward the corner office we’d just come from. He seemed angry, strained at every single inch of his frame. No wonder Jacob wanted him cooled off.

“Famine, come here.”

Most of the MC had settled in on the far side of the warehouse rollup, sitting along a long bar and drinking. Famine hadn’t. He was on his knees, checking something on his bike. When he stood, I shivered. What did Jacob expect me to do? There were people trying to kill me, life was fucked up, did he really want me to get my votes right now?

“Famine, I’m going on a ride with Death. We’ve got some work to do. I’m leaving this one with you and I’d better come back to find her in once piece.”

“Vamos has everyone out looking for you Conquest, don’t fuck around out there or you’re going to be the one in pieces. You sure you want to go out there?”

Jacob stepped forward, gripping Famine’s throat and lifting him to his tiptoes.

“You know what I have to do. You know what this means. Don’t question me, not here, not anywhere, and not in front of my woman.”

He let go, Famine stumbling back choking slightly. Jacob didn’t stop to say anything else, he just turned, drew me in for a tight kiss, and dropped me to the cool concrete before walking away. I sat there for a moment watching him straddle his bike. A second man drew away from the bar. He was smaller, not a beast like War or a muscular taut bowstring of muscle like Jacob. The masked man walked with an odd limp, and his face was obscured by a handkerchief that made him look like a living skull. On his hips he carried two handguns, and strapped across his back, a very wicked looking sawn off shotgun.

Death…

What did Jacob intend to do tonight? What had I just gotten myself into? I stared teary eyed as the rollup was opened, the two men riding out into the bleak darkness. For a moment, I just wanted to collapse, to pretend it was all just a dream, but Famine’s hand brought me back to reality.

“I didn’t realize you were Conquest’s lady.”

“We just met,” I whispered back.

“You must have done more than just meet. That man is cold inside, pure ice. If you melted him, you’re a fucking fireball babe.”

I trembled.

“You look like you need a drink.”

I nodded, and Famine lifted me up, carrying me to the long bar. He slammed two bottles down on the concrete edge, using the lip to pop the caps free, handing me a bud light and smiling. I looked Famine over appraisingly. He was handsome, if a bit strange. His hands seemed worn down, like a mechanic that had turned too many wrenches. His face was worn too, deep lines carved into the skin. It made him look wiser than his years would indicate.

I tipped the bottle back, letting the beer pour straight down my throat. I needed more than a drink. A six pack wouldn’t kill this kind of anxiety.

“Slow down pretty lady. Plenty to go around. So tell me, is Jacob making you his girl?”

Two votes…

I nodded.

“Then you’ll be needing a bit of help, won’t you?”

I nodded again, another swig of beer pouring down into my tummy.

“Death is out, it’s just me and War now, and War’s occupied.”

I stared at the small office at the far end of the room. War and Jenna were in there, and they hadn’t come out. For a brief moment I imagined that hulk of a man bending mom over the desk. She seemed so delicate… How could a man like that be with someone so petite? My imagination wandered a bit further too, with the giant of a man towering over me. If anything, I was even more petite than Jenna. The thought frightened me.

“So I suppose you want my vote then?”

Famine’s voice was soft and sinister. I stared at him, sizing him up. He knew he held all the cards, but if need be, I could get my two votes without him when Jacob got back. Still, Death terrified me from the moment I watched him walk to the bike. Something about him didn’t seem very loving or human.

“Yes,” I replied, polishing off my beer. Famine had a second ready to go before I could even ask. I reached out to grab it, but his hand wrapped around my own, holding it tightly. My heart raced in my chest as his arm drew around me.

“Wait,” I protested, but his hot breath was on my neck in an instant, his lips brushing the curve of my jaw. I felt his teeth press against my flesh, and again as he curved round to my neck, nipping at me lightly. His other hand roamed freely, wrapping my waist and dropping down my back, lower.

My body shivered as he drew me in, his erection pressing against my belly. Famine was considerably taller than me, and I found myself a bit taken by his height advantage.

“Do you know how to get my vote?” Famine whispered, bending down to my ear.

“No…”

“You let me fuck you up the ass like a good little slut.”

Famine lifted me in a swift motion, the sounds of more cat calls coming from behind as we walked away from the bar and up a flight of stairs. They almost sounded dulled, as if I wasn’t hearing them from inside my body. I couldn’t protest, I didn’t want to. All I could think of was Jacob.

Up here, the warehouse had a series of rooms. Each seemed to be devoted to a purpose, and as Famine carried me, I couldn’t help but stare. Looking inside windows as we passed, I could see one with what looked like a long wooden conference table, a skull intricately carved across its surface. Beyond that, a room with bars on the windows that looked more like a jail cell. My fingers reached out to touch the bars as we passed. Toward the back, a room with a wall covered in guns, and finally, a deep red door.

Famine kicked the door open, a tiny asian girl inside letting out a little gasp from behind a reception desk. Glancing around, it looked almost like a small medical office, only far more obviously sexualized.

“I’m going to need a room,” Famine said sternly.

I could see we’d come in a back entrance. This place must have a street-side front facia. Looking down the hall I could see tables lined up, and as we walked further along I realized what this was.

A massage parlor.

A handful of small oriental girls dressed in red silken robes were sitting in the lounge area, and a few of the rooms were closed with curtains drawn. Sounds were muffled by thick doors and windows, but you could still hear squeals of pleasure from within. This must have been some sort of front business for the MC.

The tiny asian girl from the front desk opened a door for us, and waved Famine inside. When the door clicked shut behind us, I started shaking in his arms. It was cold.

This room didn’t have a table like some of the others. Sitting at the center of the room was a strange looking seat. It looked as if it were supposed to be straddled in a sitting position, a head pad at the top for resting, and arm rests forward. The whole thing was leaned slightly forward, some kind of seat for a chair massage.

Famine put me down, leaving me standing in the middle of the room as he sat down in a large leather chair. His eyes were on me appraisingly, casting across my body like a predator sizing up his prey.

“Take your clothes off.”

“What?” I wimpered.

“Get your fucking clothes off.”

I did what he told me to do, stripping down. A shiver of excitement ran up my spine. This was so far out of element for me. So far beyond anything I’d ever done before.

“Now sit down.”

My bare skin winced as I sat on the cool white metal and plastic seat. Famine stood up, walking toward me, pressing my head forward into the pad. I couldn’t see as he stepped in front of the chair, reaching down by my hands. Something cold and hard swung up over my wrists, clicking into place. I tried to pull my head back from the pad to see what he had done, but his hand reached out and grabbed my hair, pulling me viciously back into the pad.

“I can’t see,” I whispered, the padding coming down a bit further than my forehead, acting as a blindfold.

“You don’t need to see.”

I let out a yelp as another piece of cold steel swung around the back of my neck. Suddenly I realized, he’d locked me into the chair. My hands shook against a pair of manacles, my head locked in by a steel band around my neck. Before I got out so much as a holler of protest, his hands were on my feet, locking in my ankles. Now I couldn’t move. I was bent forward, naked, strapped into the chair. The padding came up just shy of my bottom, leaving it dangling in the air behind me uncomfortably.

“Famine…”

I felt his hand come down hard on my exposed ass, the pain swelling out from the impact.