Deeds: Broken Deeds MC (5 page)

“Don’t do it. I’ll hunt you down within seconds and smack that tight ass of yours.”

“Hitting women, Deeds? Classy. Nice way to build trust too.”

“Believe me, Hotlips, it is. You’ll be begging for more the moment you feel my hands on your ass.”

“My ass won’t ever beg for your hands, dick.”

“Fine, I’ll give you my cock so you’ll scream for more.”

Blue looks back, her eyes go wide while she looks at me. I can see her thinking.

“Well, shit. Did he just say he’s gonna fuck you up the ass?”

“Blue! Inside your head! You fucking did it again! Keep your thoughts to yourself, in your head and not out through your mouth, bitch!”

I glare at Deeds, who’s chuckling under his breath.

“Shut up, dick!”

“Oh, I’ll shut up all right. But you do know she’s right about what she said. My dick is going to find its way up that tight little ass of yours.”

He adjusts himself while his eyes stay on me.

“Keep it in your pants! There’s no way that’s
ever
going to happen.”

The fucker just smiles at me.

I hear Blue take a deep breath. Her hand goes to the back of her neck while she shakes her head in disbelief. “God, you guys are bad. I mean, Zack and me can’t touch without having sex. Regardless of whoever the fuck is standing there, or wherever we are, for that matter. But y'all’s mouths? Yeah, you mouthfuck the shit out of each other.”

Crossing my arms in front of my chest, all I can do is glare at the fucker. I wanna go home. My own home, not his. Three fucking weeks? If they think they’re gonna ink my skin without my consent they’re fucking insane.

“I’m not going home with you, so you might as well leave. I’ll go with Blue and stay with her. Or go home. If you’re worried they might, and I say
might
come after me again, I’ll have two Areion Fury brothers stay with me at all times for a few weeks. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to the shop so I can go through my schedule and start to plan appointments.”

I manage to take five steps before Deeds grabs me from behind and pulls me back against his hard chest. His mouth is near my ear as I feel his breath stroke my skin.

“I’m your shadow, my love, you better get fucking used to it. This ain’t no game these guys play. You’re right to worry if one might off you. But it’s not Broken Deeds you have to worry about, Hotlips. It’s the fucker that hurt you to get to me. Now, you are going back to
our
home. But we’re gonna finish breakfast first. Maybe, if you play nice, we’ll go to the shop after that so we can discuss you getting back to work for a few hours a day. Are we clear?”

All I can do is stare at him since he clearly lost his mind. “My love? What the fuck, dude?”

He chuckles while his hand slides up around my waist. He grabs one of my boobs and gives it a firm squeeze.

“Yes.
My
love. Mine to love. Mine. You saw the ink on my heart. The name of the woman who holds it. Does that scare you, Hotlips?”

“I’m not a fucking pussy. I might have one, but that’s how far it fucking goes. Does. That. Scare. Me? Ha! Mine to love. Ha! I’ll fucking show you. Love. Fuck that. I’m gonna shove that shit so far down your throat you’ll be choking on it for years and years to come.”

He runs his nose along my jaw before skimming up to my ear.

“Forever, Hotlips. That’s for-fucking-ever.”

Hearing Blue snort out a laugh, I shove Deeds’ hand off my tit.

“You do realize you just said I love you to each other, right? In a really fucked-up way, but still.”

“Shut it, Blue! it’s so not what-”

Fucking hell! I can’t even finish before Deeds smacks my ass. Rubbing furiously, I spin around and glare at the fucker while I hear Blue talk.

“Yeah, talk all you want, bitch. In the meantime, Lee cleared your appointments for the next three weeks. We’re not expecting you back until then so you might as well enjoy a little vacation time.”

“I’m fucking bored out of my mind! I can’t enjoy myself when I’m bored. I need to do something!”

“Then go and watch your boring documentaries or read your smut. Put that leg up and take care of yourself. You’ll survive a few weeks, just suck it up already.”

Why the fuck is everybody annoying the shit out of me? And since when do I just roll over and do what other people tell me to do? This stops right here. “I’ve done enough sucking it up and it’s coming out my fucking nose. I ain’t no baby that needs to be pampered. I don’t want naps or television time. I want to be useful, I want to do my job or do whatever the fuck I want. Nobody tells me what to do, I don’t even listen to myself half the fucking time!”

I turn on my heels only to crash to the ground when I twist my fucking ankle. I am so mad right now it blends with the pain, causing me to scream out in frustration.

Deeds squats down next to me. The corner of his mouth is slightly lifted. I know that asshole is laughing at me on the inside.

“Go away, dick. Just go the fuck away.”

“Now what did I tell ya just now, Hotlips? I’m your shadow; you can’t get rid of me.”

One of his hands reaches under my knees as the other goes around my back. He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing, and while he carries me to his truck I decide not to speak at all. It doesn’t matter what I say or do anyway. I’m fucking trapped until my ankle heals.

When I get my hands on the fucker who kicked it…. Yeah, I’m putting a new hole in his body. What goes through that hole? Believe me when I say it’s not going to be a metal stud or a ring that I normally use to push through a hole I make in people’s bodies. The hell no! That’ll be a fucking bullet.

***Deeds***

She’s killing me. She is actually trying to kill me. It’s been four fucking hours and I can’t take any more of the silent treatment. She knows exactly what she’s doing and it fucking needs to stop. Right now. Why the fuck women do this shit is beyond me. My mother used to do this to my father and that woman could keep it up for days at a time. Now I know what that must have felt like for my dad.

Which reminds me, I need to check on Grams. She lives on the ground floor in the club's apartments, right between two prospects. She’s old and sick, but not that old and not that sick that she doesn't get into shit. The prospects keep an eye on her and we all try to keep her out of trouble. That brings me back to the woman I’m watching right now.

Hotlips. At the moment Frozenlips might be a better fit since she isn’t talking to me. She spent the first two hours after we got home reading on her tablet and right now she’s watching her second documentary. Something about CSI or how to hide a body. Yeah, she’s planning to kill me alright.

Another hour goes by with Lynn not talking to me and me just staring at her before I’m brought out of it by my phone. A message from my VP,
church in fifteen minutes
. I type back a quick reply so he can send over a brother to guard Lynn. Standing up from the chair where I’ve been watching her from a safe distance, I stalk towards her.

“I’ve got church in fifteen minutes. A brother will be here in a minute. If there’s anything you need, just let me know.”

She doesn’t even take her eyes off the television. Doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that I’m standing next to her. I take a step to the side so I’m blocking her view, and her head tilts up slowly. She just keeps staring at me, a blank expression on her face. I can’t help but smile down at her. Fuck, I love this hard-headed bitch. I feel the need to ruffle her feathers.

“Acting like a cunt, are we now?”

Her ass is off the couch the second the word cunt leaves my lips. Jumping on the couch cushions to tower over me, she jabs a finger into my chest.

“What the
fuck
did you just call me?”

“She speaks. All I had to do was say the magic word, and poof. Speech activated.”

She yanks her hand back. From the look in her eyes and the way she cocks her arm back, I know exactly what’s coming. With one smooth move, I twist her arm behind her back and flip her down onto the couch. She’s now face down into the cushion.

Much to my surprise, she’s not even struggling or running her mouth. This only shows me that she’s even more pissed than before I used the word cunt. Bringing my lips next to her ear I whisper.

“I didn’t call you anything, Hotlips. I only said you acted like one. If you behave for the time I’m needed in church, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll fuck that tight little cunt of yours when I get back. Because with all the moves you showed today, I know your body is ready for what I’ve got planned for you.”

Still not one word. Her breathing has picked up, though, so I know I have her attention. Letting my hand slide down her back, I grab her ass and then stroke my fingers  between her legs. One last stroke and I feel her wetness through the yoga pants she’s wearing. Making my dick harden in response.

There’s a knock on the door. “Behave, Hotlips.”

Letting go of her arm, I stand and walk to the door. I hear faint footsteps a moment too late as Lynn jumps on my back and is tightening her arm around my throat. She’s got a solid grip and is cutting off my air supply. She’s screaming out curses similar to the ones tumbling out of my mouth. With the little air I have left, I have to act. Seeing no other way out of this, I throw my back against the wall, hopefully with enough force to shake her loose.

This only seems to make her angrier. She drops her face to my shoulder and bites down hard. There is a loud crash and I look up to the door. Lynn lets go of my neck and slides down my body, probably to hide behind me, since my brother and my VP, along with Depay, are standing in the doorway. All of them wearing a surprised look on their faces.

“Sorry Prez. With all the noise, we thought you were in trouble. We didn’t know you guys were fucking.”

Lynn wraps her hands across my abs. Her head peeks around me as she says in a singsong voice.

“You’re in trouble now… And one of you needs to fix my fucking door.”

That last part she almost growls out. Fuck me, did she just claim that door before she claimed me? I turn so her arms are still around me. My hands go to each side of her face as I guide her head next to mine, bringing my lips to her ear.

“You claim a fucking door, but not me?”

She chuckles and runs her fucking tongue down my earlobe.

“Well, you did ask me to behave, now didn’t you?”

I can’t help but growl out my next words.

“Couldn’t you have fucking behaved sooner so we could have avoided this fucking mess?”

“Uh, huh. But where’s the fun in that, my love?”

I don’t fucking trust her. The way she’s behaving right now is creeping me the fuck out. Change of plans. I release her head and look back at my VP. “Get some one here to fix the fucking door.” My head turns to Lynn; she’s watching me intently with a fake smile on her face. “And for you, get your fucking shoes on. You’re coming with me.”

Her eyes widen and her smile turns into glare. Score one for me.

******

Sitting in my chair at the head of the table, my eyes go to the windows. Bullet and soundproof glass separates me from my woman. She’s sitting at the bar with a prospect behind it and another one two seats away.

I see her head turn as three women walk in the main club house. One of them is Puk’s ol’lady, Mila. The other two, Gretta and Alex, are cunts who come often. And I mean that literally. Both are a quick lay. If a brother wants to hit that pussy, they spread their legs. Gretta is a sweet woman. She likes the lifestyle as well as any and every dick she can get her hands on. She knows the rules and honors them. Alex, on the other hand, is a real cunt. She’s clingy and annoying. Yet the brothers like to keep her tight pussy around since she’s a real feisty one with your dick.

I wouldn’t know by experience myself since I’ve never dipped into that bucket of crazy. Her attitude is a real turnoff, but it doesn’t stop her from trying every damn time she sees me. Mila’s taken a seat next to Lynn and Alex claimed the other seat, leaving Gretta to stand in front of Lynn so my view of her is now blocked.

Broke’s voice pull my thoughts away from the window and into the room. “Can we get your attention at some point in this meeting, Prez?”

I turn my head to shut my brother up as I scrape my throat. “Since we’re all here, and some of you are anxious to get this over with, we might as well get started. First up, Lepack. What’s the latest?”

Broke throws a file on the table. “Another little boy went missing. The second one this month. This one’s around the same age as the other seven that went missing.”

Fuck! This is taking too long. We need to stop this fucker, as soon as fucking possible. Over the last few months seven little boys, all at the age of seven, have been abducted. One was found strangled to death. Whoever killed him left the boy on the ground like a piece of trash. No clothes, wrapped in a blanket, and all of his hair had been shaved off. The little guy showed all the signs of abuse. Fuck!

The boys in blue became aware that all the fucking arrows were pointing towards Lepack and they’ve done everything in their power to tie this case to these fuckers but they keep turning up empty. These fuckers are so slick, nothing seems to stick. This needs to stop, right the fuck now. “Are we any closer on nailing this sucker? Evidence? Surveillance footage of the little boy that was taken? A witness? Anything?”

“Nah, man, this blows.”Goffa adds. “The little boy was taken from the park, through the woods. No surveillance, no witnesses, no nothing. All we can fucking do is sit on our thumbs, wait for them to screw up.”

“Keep at it, boys. We need to put these fuckers into the ground. Is this all the info on the case we have?” Broke nods as he sees me pointing to the file on the table. I pull it in front of me and turn to Depay. “What’s the status of the abuse case you’re working on?”

“Transferred the woman to a safe house. The fucker is still under ground. We’ve got a few leads, nothing solid yet. Working on it, Prez.”

I know Depay’s got this, that’s the reason he’s on this case alone. Now we’ve got just one more thing to discuss.

“Chopper, whatcha got for me?”

“Solid lead to Frankie D. He’s been hiding out in an abandoned shed, about twenty miles from here.”

This makes me smile. We’ve been looking for the fucker for a couple of weeks now. Zack, the president of Areion Fury, wants this guy dead. Frankie D. kidnapped and hurt Zack’s ol’lady, Blue a few weeks ago. The fucker got her mom killed three years ago and even killed her father and brother a few months back. Blue is Lynn’s best friend and Zack is Lynn’s brother. That's a lot of pressure and I need to nail this guy.

Not only that, Frankie D. and Broken Deeds had a rough past. My dad used to have a contract with him. Taking care of tough clients, rough em up so they’d sell their property over to Frankie D. but when I became president, that shit was fucking over and done with. I only handled the cases I handpicked. I was trying to get ahead of the game but that is all over now.

Frankie D.’s son had taken over the business when his father had gone missing. Well, not so much as missing, on the run is more like it. The son always handled it better, a little less brutal and a little more legal. Frankie D.’s time was up. I sure hope he enjoyed his last days on this fucking earth. Time is ticking and he is near his end.

“Thanks, Chopper. I’ll call Zack to let him know. Maybe it’s best if you work on it together with their intel guy. Or intel girl, Nerd, for that matter. I’ll get Zack to contact you, yeah?”

“Sure, Prez.” Chopper nods.

As we spend another half hour going through more club business, my eyes keep sliding back to Lynn. She’s got a huge smile on her face and she’s talking to Mila. Those two seem to have hit it off. Makes me proud since I knew she’d fit in just fine. Seeing her glare at Alex, I’m sure the ho is taunting her. Lynn raises her nose in the air and turns her head back to Mila, resuming their discussion and ignoring the cunt.

Yeah, fucking proud of my ol’lady. My dick has been hard for her these last few days and I'll be damned that this isn't helping. I wanted to give her time to get back to her old self after that guy attacked her, but that shit ends right now. If she’s healthy enough to jump on my back, then she’s healthy enough to be jumped on. My dick is getting wet tonight. Either by her sweet juices or in that hot little hell mouth.

I start to get up. Business has been discussed and I want to take my woman home. Brothers start to leave church as I walk to the door with the file Broke left for me in my hand.

“A word, Prez?” Goffa asks me.

Broke walks by me and slaps me on the back. As he passes, he murmurs. “No hard feelings, right brother?”

I don’t get a chance to ask what the fuck he’s talking about, since Goffa is in my face. “You sure about this?”

He points to the file in my hand. He knows me too damn well.

“Yeah, I’m fucking sure.” I say. “She’s good at this shit, I know she is. She’s got this whole different angle to look at things. We need a fresh set of eyes, you know this as well as I do. There’s something about her Goffa. Fuck man! Even her brother told me she’s got better qualities than the Prez of Areion Fury himself.”

“Qualities? Yeah, I’ll bet. She’s definitely more qualified to handle a dick. But I’m more concerned about our rules. Not to mention how we run this MC and how deep this shit goes. That information is not for her to know, or for you to share.”

“Goffa?”

“Yeah, Prez.”

“That’s the only fucking time you ever get to talk to me like that, you hear? Gonna let it slide ‘cause I know you’re only doing what you think is best for the club. But never.
Ever
. Fucking doubt where my loyalty lies, you feel me?”

Goffa’s head falls and stares at the floor. “Right, Prez. Sorry man, you’re right. I never doubt your judgement. It’s just that this whole ol’lady thing is new. She’s a hell of a lot different than Mila.”

“Fuck, yeah.” I slap him on the back and walk out. I need my woman.

When I don’t see her at the bar, my head turns to the hallway where the bathrooms are. I see Broke standing against the wall in the hallway, like he’s waiting for someone. The door to the bathroom opens and Lynn steps out. My brother pushes himself off the wall, stalking towards her. His eyes go to her tits and back up to her face. Watching from a short distance, I hear the both of them talk to each other.

“Hey there, pretty girl. You enjoying yourself?”

“I was, until you blocked my path.” Her voice is filled with irritation.

“Oh, come on now. We could have a little fun. No one needs to know. I saw you checking me out a few days ago. Don’t lie, I know you want me.”

Broke takes a few steps forward, forcing Lynn to take a few steps back until she hits the wall behind her. He puts his elbow on the wall next to her head, lowering his face to hers. Brushing his nose along her jaw.