Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (28 page)

Chapter 4

Neil pulled his trike into the parking lot of
Raging Bull Tavern
. Grabbing the case out from the compartment under the back seat, and walked inside, going directly to the office. He pauses long enough to wrack his knuckles on the door, but then entered without waiting for a response.

"And the fucking cunts," Anton griped as Neil came in, flipping his hand off his chin.

On the desk were two other cases, open with kilos inside. He set his down and waited for his payment.

"What?" Anton asked, after a long silence.

"What do you mean,
what
?" Neil told him. "Payment on delivery. Right?"

"You didn't deliver anything," Anton returned with a snide voice.

"Bullshit. In fact, you owe me for two trips. Both were
at-risk
deliveries. Just because it’s crap, doesn't mean I go to prison for any less time Anton. And they aren't going to say, '
oh, sorry, we didn't know you were taking it back
' either.

Anton studied him. "I'll pay you for one."

"Then you'll get another delivery boy too."

"What?"

"There are plenty of guys who want this job. It's cushy and pays well, right? I think those were your words."

Anton, who looks like a six-foot Joe Pesci, threw up his hands, "What the fuck is with you people today?"

Neil didn't bother to answer.

Anton took two envelopes from the stack and handed them to Neil across the desk. Neil counted it, which raised both of Anton's eyebrows, but Neil didn't care.

While he's doing that West came in the office with another case, "This is back from the Gomez brothers."

"They didn't call me," Anton objects.

"No, they just said, take it back and then called Leroy," West told him, setting the case on the desk.

"What the fuc
k‽
" Anton growled.

Leroy Parker was the leader of the Steel Highwayman, which were the closest thing the Knights had to a rival in this area.

West looked to Neil and nods to his case, "You too huh?"

"Yeah," Neil agreed as he finished counting the second envelope. "Don't let him cheat you West. Two trips."

"Fucking-A right two trips. I had a cop sweating me for three fucking miles on the way back here," West grinned.

Anton didn't say anything, just handed him two of the envelopes. "Neil, I got a job for you tonight," Anton said after handing West his envelopes.

"Not interested."

"What do you mean,
not interested
? I haven't even told you what the job is yet," Anton chafed.

"Doesn't matter what it is, I'm not interested," Neil repeated.

"Are you part of this club or not?"

"I'm a patch holder, not a fucking prospect Anton. If I'm not interested, then I'm not interested. Or do you expect indentured servitude?" Neil asked.

"Well fuck you then. And I'm surprised you even know what indentured servitude is," Anton griped.

Neil didn't bother to answer, he just opened the door and walked out. As he closed it he heard Anton say, "What the fuck is his problem?"

His problem
, Neil thinks to himself,
is that the club is going to shit, and there's nothing I can do about it. Anton is the president.

He's stepped back outside when his cell-phone rang, "Yeah?"

"Hey tall, dark and brooding. Do I have to arrest you to get some attention?" asked Selene Clover. Detective Selene Clover, Miami Narcotics Division.

"Hey Selene," Neil said with a smile in his voice. "No, that won't help. I've had something come up lately."

"Does this something have breasts?" Selene asked.

"Four, actually," Neil agrees.

"Oh, your sisters," she said a little softer. "How’re they doing?"

"I talked to them last night, and this morning before they took off for school. I'm taking them both for a ride on my new trike this Saturday," Neil told her.

"That sounds like fun, but what's stopping you from lighting my fire this afternoon lover?"

"That would be the other thing with four breasts," Neil said. "Not sure what is going on there, but it has my attention, and I'm going out with them in a few hours. I need to get home and get my guitar. I have a gig tonight with
Blu Rayne
. Besides, isn't your husband a judge now?"

"Don't tell me that scares you," Selene said.

"Well, not
scares
, but certainly
concerns
. I know he hasn't been the best to you, but no one takes losing a sweet ass like yours lightly," Neil told her.

"You seem to be the only one who thinks it's sweet," Selene complained.

"Bullshit. I know you turn heads when you walk down the street and you're too good of a detective to not notice as well," Neil said with a laugh, and got on his trike.

"Fine," she said with exasperation. "I still turn heads. So what? So this thing you got going. Is it going to be long term?"

"I don't know yet. I don't. Not even sure what the hell it is. But you know how I feel about things like this. We've been off and on for what, six years now? You know me better than most."

"I want to know you a lot better, so I expect a call as soon as she doesn't work out. She doesn't deserve you anyway. Hell, I don't deserve you," Selene complained.

"You deserve a lot better than me," Neil told her and started up his trike.

"There is nothing better than you, Neil. Nothing. So, talk to you soon, alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, talk to ya," Neil agreed.

* * *

Shayla looked herself over in the full length mirror. The pants she chose looked like leather, but were actually a sort of spandex material that breathed nicely. Of course that meant she was going to freeze on the way home. The heels were four inch and silver, and her top was silver as well. A couple of dangle diamond earrings and she considered herself ready. She pulled her hair back into a plait so she could wear a helmet. She nodded, took the earrings back out and put them in her small purse. Helmets had a way of making earrings disappear.

Sydney came in wearing similar clothing, only going for blue rather than silver, and with the same hair braids. They were showing a bit of cleavage, but not nearly what they normally did. If Neil wanted to see more, all he had to do was ask.

"Why the fuck am I nervous?" Sydney asked her, putting her hand over her gut.

"Oh, I don't know. First date with the man you want to be a forever thing in your life, in a less than normal relationship with your best friend. Can't figure it at all," Shayla told her.

"So, you're nervous too?" Sydney asked.

"I got fucking goosebumps, look!"

"Shit, we're so fucking screwed. What if he doesn't like us, I mean, the real us?" Sydney pouted.

"I've been wondering, what if he does?" Shayla told her.

"How do you mean?" Sydney asked.

"Well, I mean, how the fuck does it work? He can't marry both of us. It's not legal," Shayla told her.

"We've barely made first base with him and you're worried about marriage? Shit Shayla, you're worse than I am."

"There's his bike," she said, hearing the large engine pulling up to their apartment complex. "Let's get out there."

They grabbed their purses and hurried outside, locking the dead bolts and waving to him. He stood by his trike, watching them come down the stairs.

"Wow," he said, "you two look good tonight. I feel under-dressed."

"You're a rock star, you can't be under-dressed," she told him and gave him a lingering kiss before going around to the right side of the trike, and getting on.

"I think you are overdressed," Sydney told him and kissed him deeply, "But that's just my opinion."

He paused and studied them for a while, then got on his trike and backed her up. Soon they were on the road heading for
Beats and Drums
.

The entertainment had special parking in the back and he pulled his trike into one of the slots and got off. Then he reflexively helped Sydney down from her seat and then came around to the back where he had his guitar case and another case, strapped securely to the chrome luggage rack. Shayla pressed up against him and his arm went around her, and his hand smoothed down her side to her hip in such an easy, proprietary manner, that she shuddered.

We have to have him tonight. God please let it be tonight.

God help Sydney if it wasn't tonight
, she added to herself.

She shifted a little so that his hand slid off her hip and onto her right ass cheek, and then wiggled a little for him, while gripping his arm. He searched her eyes and she opened to him, letting him see whatever he wanted.

Yes,
she thought as loudly as she could.
Yes, please.

He put his cases down on the ground and grabbed Sydney with his left arm as if he had been with her for years; no hesitation, just desire. Sydney actually giggled as she came into his embrace and ran her hand up his chest.

"What are you two up to?" he asked. "Are you trying to get me to pick one of you? Is that the game?"

Shayla turned his head with her hand on his chin. "First off Neil, this is no game," she told him as seriously as she could.

"Second," Sydney told him, "we've already chosen for you. We want you to take us both. And like Shayla just said, this is no game. We're both into you Neil, and have been for a while. I don't know if you've noticed, but we haven't been with anyone for many weeks now, hoping you would be interested in one of us."

"But the longer we waited, the more we realized that both of us are seriously into you," Shayla explained. "Up until now, this has never been an issue. One of us just backed off. Because guys were just guys. But you're not just a guy Neil. You're what we have been waiting for. Someone real."

He looked from one to the other with serious contemplation. "You sound serious."

"That's good," Sydney told him.

"Yeah, because we've never been serious with a man before. I wasn't even sure we knew how," Shayla told him.

"Alright," he said, "I'm on stage until midnight. We'll talk about this after. That will give me some distance."

"I hope we didn't fuck with your mood," Sydney said, looking suddenly worried.

"No, no, I'm good," he said, letting go of them and picking up his cases. "If it helps, since Monday, you've been seriously appealing -- both of you. I've been kind of out of it with my dad passing and all, and with all the shit going on with the club. So, sorry if I seemed distant."

Shayla kissed him, and then Sydney, lingering with her hands on his face, "We're good. Just so that you notice us now. That's all that matters."

"Let's get inside. I still have to setup," he said.