Devil's Girl: Dust Bowl Devils MC (14 page)

He sat back and looked me up and down. "You could use a sandwich."

I flipped him the bird when he turned his back.

There was talk of moving me not long after. Viper complained that the heat on the place was too much. He talked about shutting the strip club down completely despite not having the authority to do so. At the very least he was sending "his girls" away, myself amongst them.

I expected some sort of James Bond spy device in my hair for some reason. It wasn’t quite so exciting, but it was a pretty smart little gadget - a gps watch, the sort that runners used to track their speeds and distances. I'd have to upload my route - it didn't transmit it automatically. There would be a delay between the information I sent and my real-time location, but it would be close enough.

The trick would be using it without getting caught.

Viper had me brought to his room the day we were due to move. The euphoria of the drugs was wearing off but I wasn't feeling sick yet. "These Eagles have gone soft," he griped. "I'm going to have to take Theo out myself."

"Your guys haven't managed to kill any of them?" He paced the tiny, windowless bedroom and didn't reply, which was answer enough.

"Come to bed," I said. I splayed myself out on my side, leaning up on my elbow.
Come and chat while you're vulnerable. Give me something I can use.
The watch was tied tight in my hair - as long as I could keep him from tugging my ponytail apart, it was safely hidden.

"We've got to get you in the van," he said, though he began to unbutton his pants.

"Tell me how you'll kill them while I suck your cock," I said, my voice low and seductive. He approached the bed as he kicked his pants away, but I stopped him from climbing on. I took his soft member in my hand and stroked it, bringing it to life. "Tell me how you'll watch them die. Tell me." He hardened in my palm.

He chuckled. "I'm gonna have to watch from afar."

What's that supposed to mean?
He groaned as I slid his manhood between my lips. It twitched and swelled as I slid my tongue up and down his shaft.

I tensed when he placed his hand on my head.

"I called in a specialist. The Devils, the Eagles, they're all too soft. This guy, he's a lone agent. He doesn't need any fucking club. He's the real deal."

I let him slip from my mouth. "Sounds like someone I'd like to fuck."

"You are the goddamn craziest whore I've ever had to listen to. Quit yapping."

I pouted. "You were gonna tell me how'd you'd kill them."

He thrust his fully hard dick at me, so I took it until my mouth once more and moaned around it, looking up at him with big eyes. He touched my head again. Heart seizing in my chest, I worked faster. I had nowhere else to hide the thing - no personal space at all, no purse, no pockets in any of my dance costumes.

He'd need
something
to sate his cruel desires. I had to protect the watch. Forcing a wicked grin around my mouthful, I guided his hands to my neck.

He got the idea right away. "No panicking and biting down," he said, "You'll be sorry."

Releasing him for just a moment, I whispered, "I like it." Then I sucked him, hard.

The feeling of my airway closing was a familiar one, but it took a moment to tamp down an intense wave of panic. I immediately regretted ever telling Dawn that I didn't trust Gunner.
This
was what real fear was. This was a man who couldn't be trusted to follow the most basic of social contracts, who wouldn't hesitate to kill a man or woman if the impulse struck.

Think of Theo. He's fighting for you. He's waiting for you.

Viper didn't let up the pressure until I dug my nails into his arms and squealed around his cock. His bitter laugh surrounded me. I'd barely taken a breath when he choked me again.

Time stood still as I sucked him off. I was afraid it would never end. He grunted above me as he squeezed with bruising force, and all I could think was,
finish fast, finish fast
. His voice was husky when he spoke again. "I'm going to blow them up." I felt like ice invaded my veins. He chuckled and squeezed harder. "They'll never... Ah. They won't see it coming. They'll find our girls sitting on a stack of C4."

I whined. Seeing stars, it was all I could do to keep going. His words were just noise. I was going to bite down. I was going to pass out...

Finally, he exploded. The hot liquid spurted into my mouth, but I couldn't swallow.
Fuck
. I loosed my lips and let it pour down my jaw and onto the sheets.

"Fucking slut. You're cleaning that up." I gasped and choked when he finally released my throat. Sweet, sweet air finally filled my lungs. As the oxygen hit my brain, so did the meaning of his earlier words.

"You're going to blow me up?" My voice was hoarse and painful. He blinked as if he couldn't remember what he told me. Then he smirked.

"No, honey, sorry. I want you waiting in my bed when I catch up. It'll be the van behind you." He patted my head. I tried not to flinch. Pushing my face down to the mattress, he said, "Now clean up like a good little whore."

He flopped down across the foot of the bed as I licked up his mess. My mind raced.
They'll be coming to me. They won't know which van. They'll be coming to their deaths. What the hell am I going to do?

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I was weak. A stronger girl might have chosen not to transmit her location. A stronger girl might have sacrificed herself.

But they would die anyway. If they missed my little convoy, they'd catch another. The trap would find them eventually. I had no other way of warning them than to lure them right in.

I was traveling with three other girls in my van. Viper's supporters and sympathizers were growing sparser by the day - likely one of the reasons for the relocation - so our only guard was our driver. They shot us up with dangerously large doses of some low-quality shit that left me drooling and borderline comatose. I wondered, one slow word at a time, how bad it was that I could discern the quality of the product used.
Problem to solve later
, I thought. The words were sluggish to form. We were out of the underground garage and on the highway before I completed the thought.
I have a job to do
.

The van’s windows were tinted, but sunlight poured in through the windshield. All three of us exchanged glances with sloppy grins and vague grunts of satisfaction. I didn't even care that it burnt my eyes; I basked in it.
I have a job to do
.

The driver was barely watching us. One of the girls kept nodding, waking herself back up as her head dropped, falling partway asleep again. The other kept her eyes out the window.
What job?
I scratched my head.
My hair.
I fumbled with my ponytail. I felt like I was moving through molasses, like my fingers were wrapped in cotton.
I’ve been drunker than this. Twelve watered-down shots made me feel worse than this.

I must have looked like I was concentrating too hard. The driver glanced back and asked, “What are you doing?”

I froze. It took me a long moment to process his question. It took a longer moment to formulate an answer. “Spiders,” I whispered. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the road.

My hair fell loose as I pulled the watch free. Quickly bringing it down to my lap, I stared at the numbers and the options surrounding the face. Lying in bed at night with just a dim lightbulb shining in the hall, I’d memorized the sequence of buttons I’d need to hit. I was prepared to operate it in the dark, or blindfolded, or behind my back. I wasn’t counting on my brain and body operating so slowly. I took a deep breath and pressed the first button.

Beep!
I jumped. I’d forgotten to muffle it. I looked up with alarm. The driver was still staring straight ahead.
Thank God.
Sweat tickled my forehead, and I’m sure my heart would have been racing if I was sober. I held my shirt around the back of the device and pressed in the rest of the sequence.

It flashed the screen confirming that the information had been sent.
Okay. Again in five minutes. And again and again until they find me.
Assuming anything went right at all.
There’s something else I’m supposed to remember.
Thinking made me tired.
If I just close my eyes for a second…

My head jerked back, slamming against the headrest and waking me back up. “You can lean the seat back if you want to sleep,” the driver said. “Though you probably shouldn’t sleep right now.”

I shook my head very slowly, pressing the sequence onto the watch again. Maybe it had only been a minute. Maybe it was taking me five just to press through the entire sequence anyway, sluggish as I was.

But what else was I supposed to remember?

I must have nodded off again. One moment I was pushing buttons on the watch. The next, the watch was on the floor in front of me and the van was still rolling on down the road. We weren’t on the main highway or the freeway, but we were speeding at a good clip from what I could tell. We passed little garages and shops, and lots and lots of trees.
Is he taking a back way out of the state for a reason? Are they coming?

I didn't comprehend what I was seeing at first. I glanced at the driver as I prepared to bend and pick up the watch. Out the front windshield, I saw fire approaching from the woods.

"What the fuck?" He slammed on the brakes as the fireball blazed out from between the trees and came to a crashing halt right in front of the van. Not a fireball - a torched motorcycle. The flaming bike blocked the entire lane. The abrupt stop woke the other two girls from their dazes. They repeated his curses as they squinted at the flames.

The driver put the van in reverse and twisted around in his seat. He'd have to go around the obstruction.
But I know what this is. Move. Move!
I felt like I was moving in slow motion as I balled my hand into a fist. Summoning all the will I could, imagining Theo just off in the woods, on his way into danger, I exploded into action. I punched the driver directly on the nose. With a sickening crack, blood spurted from his nostrils and across my knuckles. He recoiled with a shout.

The two girls, borderline corpses just a moment before, became a tornado of screams and flying fists and gouging nails. They practically leapt over me in their frenzy to attack the guy. He shifted into park and fumbled with the door handle but their fury was inhuman - they were squeezing into the front seats and on top of him faster than I would have guessed they were physically able.

The roars of multiple engines speeding by surrounded the van. I jumped at a knock on the window on one side and then the other. I looked out the back in time to see bikers -
Devils
- climbing from their bikes and approaching the second van from one side, just as its driver jumped from the seat and ran out towards the woods in the opposite direction.

The explosives.

Too fast.

I have to warn them!

Hands shaking, I unlocked the side door and slid it open.

A Devil stood there with a big, heavy device -
jaws of life?
- preparing to pry his way in.