Down and Dirty (Sons of Sinners Book 1) (3 page)

“Look, Marx, if things are too X-rated for your sister’s eyes, maybe she’ll feel more comfortable off the premises.” Jace hovered a little closer to Zoey, testing her boundaries. He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, “Unless Zoey here wants to see firsthand what our club is all about. Maybe we’ll start the tour with my room.” He winked at her.

Jace had always been the chick magnet. Women flocked to him like moths to a flame. Chicks dropped their panties the minute Jace walked in the room. It had always been like that, even before they started up the MC. Stone was the opposite of Jace. Many called him cold, heartless and a downright bastard, and never in all his life had he given a damn as to what people thought of him. He was merciless and hardheaded. That’s why he was president of his club. No one messed with him.

Marx chuckled. “Maybe I should take you to my room. We can have more privacy there.” Marx took Zoey by the crook of her arm and led her down the hallway to his private quarters.

Stone watched as Zoey took one more look over her shoulder at them before disappearing around the corner.

“She’s too innocent for us. We’ll corrupt her and Marx will never speak to us again. As much of a bastard as we are, I can’t bring myself to fuck her for my own pleasure. Even though she could bring me to
my
knees with just those green eyes alone.” Jace looked around. “I need to grab a whore and fuck Zoey out of my head.”

Stone had the same thought. Maybe Jace was right. Soon Zoey would be gone, just another woman passing through the club. Soon she would be a thought in the wind.

A hand snaked through his arm as a set of large breasts pressed along his side. Stone looked down at the blonde who was practically humping his leg for attention.

“Hey, baby. You look like you could use some relief. Maybe I can help you out.” Normally his cock would be hard as a rock and he wouldn’t think twice about dropping his jeans, letting the woman suck him off right there in front of everyone. Anything went in his club.

She moved to stand in front of him and grabbed at his zipper as she began to drop to her knees.

Stone grabbed her by the back of her neck. “Not now.”

Her eyes grew wide as she scurried off. Stone had yet to meet a woman that he’d even consider making his old lady. Being his old lady meant that she had to be the one woman he would devote himself to for the rest of his life. He liked the single life, not answering to anyone but himself. He didn’t think he’d ever be ready to settle for one woman.

****

J
ace stood in shock. There weren’t many things in life that would surprise him, but seeing his best friend turn down a blowjob from one of the girls threw him for a loop. And it was all because of the timid little Zoey. Jace knew the cute blonde had his friend in a whirl of frenzy. He had never seen Stone this rattled before. Stone was the most calm and composed man he knew. Nothing got under his skin... until now.

Jace followed Stone into his office and shut the door behind him. He watched as Stone sat at his desk and looked over some invoices. Jace knew his friend was looking for something to distract his mind from Zoey. She was Marx’s sister, and if Jace had a younger sister, he sure the fuck wouldn’t want her around the likes of the club members.

“Everything okay, man?”

Stone didn’t look up from the paper in his hand. “Fine.”

He took a seat on the couch along the wall, between the two desks he and Stone shared. No one went in their office when the two were in there. The members knew when the door was closed they were not to be bothered.

“Linc called me today and wanted to know when he could expect to see us in the next few days. I told him we would call him when we got close.”

“Okay.”

Stone had never been much of a talker, but these one-word sentences were getting on Jace’s last nerve. Zoey must really be in his head now.

“Who do you want to take on the run with us? Saber, Darc, and Blue?”

“Sounds good.”

“Hey, man, do you want to talk about something?” Jace asked.

Stone took a deep breath and placed the paper on his desk. He relaxed back in his chair, placing his hands on his lap. Rocking in his chair, he said, “You know what or who is bothering me. Let’s not bullshit each other. I just needed a minute to detox from her sweet scent that was beginning to fog my brain and getting my dick hard. I have a lot going on right now, and I don’t need this girl here distracting any of us. This club is our business. If we can’t keep our heads in the game, we could end up dead.”

The Sons of Sinners were known for their firearms in buying, trade and transporting. They didn’t work for cheap and they were known to get the job done. In the beginning Stone and Jace had agreed not to deal with drugs or human trafficking. That wasn’t their style. Stone had many connections in the weapons industry. Everyone had a price. The Sons of Sinners were used to paying people off to get the job done.

“Linc said his men would be waiting at the warehouse, ready for our shipment. He just needs to know the dropoff time. We have everything on his list, so just say the word and it’ll be done. And I just left Blaze. He printed out a map of the warehouse so we know all the ins and outs of the place.”

“Blaze is a good prospect. I like his style. He’ll do well in the club once the members vote him in. I have no doubt any of them will deny him his cut.”

Jace nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“I’m going to go this time and make sure things go smoothly. The last time you took Darc, he found himself in county jail for the night.”

Jace remembered that day. That was the time they’d had an easy job, in and out. But when they decided to stop in for a beer at one of the local taverns, Darc decided to get a little too hands-on with one of the cocktail waitresses and the idiot bartender was new on the job. The bartender took it upon himself to call the sheriff without consulting with the waitress first. She was used to The Sons of Sinners’ flirty ways when they came in for a drink, especially Darc. Darc had a thing for the cute little brunette, but so did the bartender. Before they knew it, Darc landed himself in jail for sexual harassment.

“That was all the bartender’s fault. We took care of him. He won’t be making any calls about us anymore.” Jace and a few of the guys had waited for the stupid fucker to leave the bar that night, and then they beat into him not to ever mess with anyone in their club again. “Needless to say, the bartender is no longer working there.”

Stone slammed his fist on the desk. “Dammit, Jace, we don’t have the time for fucking around when we are on a job. There’s no excuse for stupidity.”

Jace nodded. Stone was right. He should have defused the situation before it got out of hand. But that night Darc had a little too much to drink and Jace had stepped outside to talk to Stone on his cell. “You’re right. We won’t fuck this up. I promise.”

“Good.”

“Now that is taken care of, can we talk about Marx’s sister?”

Stone narrowed his eyes at him. “And what might that be?”

“The fact that we both want her and neither of us have stopped thinking about fucking her since we saw her.”

“Do you really think Marx is going to let us anywhere near her... alone for that matter? Yes, my dick’s been hard as fuck since I saw those plump, pink lips of hers, but we can take care of that need with one of the club whores.”

Jace eyed him. “Do you think that will even scratch the itch we have?”

“Not a fuckin’ chance. I want her and my intentions are less than decent.”

“Then we agree we both want her, the sooner, the better.”

Z
oey sat on the edge of Marx’s bed. Staring around the room, she noticed all the dirty clothes lying on the floor, tossed haphazardly around the room. On the nightstand she couldn’t help but see several condom packets thrown around like confetti.

Marx is a pig. But at least he practices safe sex.

She was there to be reunited with her long lost brother, but from the minute she’d met Stone and Jace, they were all she could think about. They were the meanest motorcycle club around, her private investigator had told her when he’d finally located Marx.

“I have to advise you against going to the location where I found Brian, Ms. Allen. Your brother is in very deep with this club. You can’t imagine what I had to go through to get close enough to see if it really was him.”

“Thank you for helping me, Mr. Clark, but I think I will take it from here on out. Brian is my brother and because of the court system, no one would let me know what foster home he was sent to, even after I turned the legal age.”

“It’s because Brian left the foster care system before he turned eighteen. There was no sign of him until I turned over a few rocks. It was as if he purposely got lost so that no one would ever find him.”

Zoey went against the PI after the papers were in her hands. No one was going to keep her away from her brother ever again now that she found him. Biker or no biker, blood was blood.

Marx made sure the door was locked before he grabbed the chair, tossing the clothes on the floor with the rest of them. As she stared across at him, she took the time to really look at her big brother. He still looked the same, just much older than the last time she’d seen him, except he looked harder, meaner than she ever imagined him to look. The years must have been harder on him than she thought. His hands were all scabbed up, like he had just gotten into a fight. Marx was definitely a man not to be messed with.

“Did the foster family you lived with treat you okay?”

“Yes. The Parkers were a nice family. They knew the minute I turned eighteen that my main goal was to find you. I still keep in touch with them, visit on holidays.”

“Good. I wouldn’t want to have to go beat the shit out of them if they hurt you in any way.”

That was something she’d missed... the protectiveness of having an older sibling. Even before their parents died when they were younger, she had always been extremely close with him.

“I love that you came to find me... but you shouldn’t be here, Zoey. I mean, the club is the safest place you could ever be. We protect our own. This club is my family now. And now that you are here, back in my life, you will always be under the protection of the club.”

She reached out and touched the hand that rested on his knee. “I have no one else in my life. You’re all I have, Brian.”

He pulled his hand away from her and raised his voice in a stern way. “Zoey, don’t make me tell you again. I go by Marx now. Brian is dead to me; he no longer exists.”

She lowered her head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you angry with me. I have nothing to remember of the past. You... you’re all I ever cared about.”

He lifted her chin with his finger. “I have to remember to be more patient with you. I can never be the boy you used to know. Nor am I the man you’d hoped I’d turn out to be. I’ve done many things in life that I’m not proud of, but I did what I had to do to stay alive.”

“I’m alone, Bri— Marx. I have no money, nowhere to live, and no job. If it weren’t for the last of my money I had to pay the private investigator just to locate you, I wouldn’t have found you.”

His eyes widened. “You aren’t seriously thinking of staying here, are you? Zoey, these are nasty fuckers who like to fuck for fun and do drugs. I’m not comfortable having you stay here, even for a short while. Maybe I can set you up in a motel room for a while until we find you a job, and then we can get you set up in an apartment. But you can’t—”

“No. I didn’t come here expecting a handout or for you to pay for me. I planned to pay my way around here, maybe doing some things around the clubhouse until I can find a place of my own.”

“No fucking way. The sooner I can get you out of here, the better. The minute you stepped foot inside this clubhouse, these guys had no good intentions with you. They use women as meat.” He ran his hand through his short hair. “I’m one of the cold, heartless bastards who uses women for one thing.”

“Please, Marx, can you at least think about it? Talk to Stone and Jace about me staying here for a while. I promise not to get in the way of anyone. I’ll help cook and clean. No one will even know I’m here.”

Marx cursed to himself. “I need to think about this for a minute. And then
if
Stone agrees to this, you and I will have some serious ground rules you will have to obey while here. Listen, Zoey, what you saw here—the activities go on twenty-four-seven. The club members and whores don’t care who or what they do in front of others. That’s why they like the freedom that they have when they are in the safety of the compound. I want you to be comfortable around here. Once word gets out that you are my sister, no one will fuck with you or else they will have to deal with me. And no one likes to fuck with each other around here.”

“Does this mean you’ll talk to them?”

“Against my better judgment I will.”

Zoey threw herself at her brother and hugged the life out of him. “Thank you... thank you... thank you.” She pulled away from him as he stood from his chair.

“You stay here while I go find Stone. I need to speak with him alone.”

****

S
tone was restless. He was always cool, collected, and most of all levelheaded. That was, up until a certain hot blonde stepped foot into his neck of the woods. He wanted a reason to see her again before she got spooked off and ran far, far away from this club.

There he stood in front of Marx’s bedroom door. He could feel his heart beating erratically as he gained enough nerve to knock. What the hell? He was the leader of one of the most badass MCs around and at that very moment he felt like the biggest pussy trying to gain the nerve to talk to a naïve, innocent woman.

Stone raised his hand and knocked on the door. Her sweet voice answered from the other side.

“
That’s right, baby. Be careful of who may be standing on the other side of the door. Right now it’s the big bad wolf coming to take you away.”

“Uh... hello. Marx isn’t here right now. Maybe you should come back later when he’s here.”