Lucifer’s Fury (A Motorcycle Club Romance) (11 page)

Beer foul, bitch.

“And you...” I pointed a long red nail at the club whore, a smirk on my face. I wasn’t in the mood for anyone’s shit tonight. “You better wipe that fucking frown off your face before I cut those damn pumped-up lips off your face and feed them to the dogs outside. You get me?”

“Go to hell, bitch,” the blonde girl snarled. “You don’t belong here. You aren’t good enough for the likes of these men and neither is your pack of she-male bitches.”

Oh hell no! She did not just call my girls she-male bitches. No way was I letting that shit slide. My control snapped. I vaulted over the table and took her down like a linebacker. We hit the floor with a thud and it was on. I didn’t pull my gun or my blade, though. I worked her stupid ass the old-fashioned way. She cried out when I punched her in the nose. I ignored her, deaf to her cries. All my fury and rage burst free with each punch that vibrated up my arm, my knuckles covered in blood and aching with each solid hit.

I was lost.

My rage monster was in control.

But before I could make contact again, Cherry Pie and Siren were pulling me off the whore. Kicking and shouting like a banshee, I fought to get free. Jasper and Suicide were on their feet, laughing their asses off.

“Stupid club whore,” I screamed, writhing and kicking against my girls, wanting to finish the bitch off. “I get my hands on you again and I’ll end you.”

The girl sobbed as she lay on the floor, staring up at me in absolute horror. Or was that pure fear? Didn’t matter. Who did she think she was telling me I didn’t belong here and calling my girls she-males? “I was born and raised in this goddamned clubhouse, you ragged-out bitch.
You
don’t belong here.”

Siren held my arms tighter as Cherry Pie grabbed my chin, jerking my face down to meet hers. “You good, mad dog? Cause I don’t think that twat can handle ya. Besides, seeing you fight always makes me horny.”

She laughed and I couldn’t help but smile back and let loose a laugh of my own.

“If we let you go, are you going to act like a good girl?”

I nodded. “Yep. I’m good. I’m so damn good,” I snarled, licking my lips. The metallic taste of blood hit the tip of my tongue and I frowned. “Jesus. I busted my damn lip.”

“Yeah, girl, you did. Nice vault over the table, though. So sexy. I love it when you go predatory. It’s damn hot,” Siren chortled, then frowned. “That poor twat didn’t even get a single hit in. Maybe we should call you Stunner. No… no, wait. I’ll think of something really good and epic ‘cause that shit was... hell I don’t even have the words to describe it. I think you might have scared a few of the boys.” She glanced around the room, chuckling.

“Stop it. I just had a little too much evil and I needed to let it out so Pandora still works just fine. Get me another shot. Christ.” I ran a finger along my lip as I took my seat at the table again. “Who was that cunt anyway?”

Suicide looked away, not meeting my eyes, and suddenly I felt a little bad. Okay, maybe not, but what the hell. “What?”

Jasper straightened and pushed a shot glass in front of me. “That was Tonya. She showed up a few years ago, claiming to be Lucifer’s kid. We have no way to prove if she is or isn’t. Said her mother died and before she did, she told her who her daddy was. Suicide looked into it but it was all dead-ends. No proof for or against so we let her hang around.”

“No shit. Well, I don’t give a fuck who her sperm donor was or wasn’t. No one talks to me that way. She’s been giving me nasty looks since I walked through that door. I won’t have it.”

I know I sounded like a fucking bitch each time I opened my mouth. It wasn’t like me to lose control, but it felt good to let go for a change, instead of holding it all in. Maybe that was the problem. I held too much in for too damn long.

“Say no more. I made you a promise. I intend on keeping it,” Jasper said with a finality that calmed my short-circuiting brain.

“I think I’m going to need more booze to get my inner bitch under control,” I said, slamming the shot down.

“And I’m going to see that she doesn’t kill anyone,” Jasper added with a deep laugh. “Watch your step if you know what’s good for you.”

The room erupted in laughter.

Could that blonde really be my half-sister? She looked nothing like me but I didn’t guess that really meant anything.

“Do you think she’s telling the truth?” I asked, rubbing my hand over my face.

“Don’t know. Your dad was with a lot of women so anything is possible.”

“We don’t look alike at all. She doesn’t resemble Lucifer at all, either.”

“No, you really don’t, and you’re right. She doesn’t look like him, either. Maybe she’s full of shit. No way of knowing. But she’s tried to get her hooks in me since she arrived. She’s clingy as all hell. But her focus has always been me.”

“Well, if she wishes to keep breathing, she better stop that shit because I won’t be sharing. I’ll rip her throat out if she messes with what’s mine.”

“Is that right? So you’re thinking of claiming me, are you?”

I leaned over into his space at the table, realizing what the hell I was saying. The smile on his face was like a lightning bolt to my core. “Maybe I am. But you’ll have to prove your loyalty to me first.”

“And how do you suppose I should do that? Hmm?” Jasper asked, his voice thick and gravely, eyes darkened with need. I tossed back another shot and licked my lips before responding.

“I’m sure a man like you could think of something.”

“I think I can,” he said, leaning in for a scorching hot kiss.

“I’m totally sure you’re capable… but just to be safe, I think you should put your money – or something – where your mouth is.” I replied with a wicked little smirked.

Chapter 12: Blaze

Two weeks have passed since the Gypsy Riders clubhouse was burned to the ground. Today, Lola and her girls were making their first trip back to the property to see what was left. From the fire marshal’s report, their shop is okay but the clubhouse is a total loss. We figured that, though, so no real surprise.

Having Lola around the clubhouse, and in my bed, has been more than nice. In private, we’ve continued to talk about merging our clubs, but I’ve asked her to wait and really think about it. She won’t admit it but she’s in pain and her emotions are ruling her right now. I can see it even if she doesn’t want me to. When she’s sitting around with the Gypsies, she can barely meet their gazes head-on and when she does, there is a raw pain in her eyes that hurts me to see. I want to make it go away. I just don’t know how. Yet.

“Brother,” Suicide muttered, taking a seat beside me at the bar.

I offered a nod and took a long draw from my beer. “Any word on what the Twisted are up to?”

The bartender slid a beer across the bar to Suicide. He takes a long pull before looking back at me. “They’re quiet. Laying low somewhere. No activity at their clubhouse. Whatever they’re up to, it can’t be good.”

“Calm before the storm?”

He grunted. “Yeah. That’s exactly what I mean, brother. It’s gonna be a bloody damn fight. I mean look what they did to that poor girl. Shit. Trixie is looking better. Bruises are gone and she’s gotten pretty tight with Iceman… but she’s not riding her bike, and hasn’t put on her cut since she arrived here that first day.” He shook his head. “How’s the merge talk coming along?”

I groaned at the subject change. Suicide was curious by nature and for good reason, too, being he was my Warlord and all. Knowing everything about everything was part of his job. No matter how much the topic bugged me, it was business.

“I’ve asked her to wait and really think about it. She’s emotional right now and losing her clubhouse didn’t help matters any.” I shook my head, downing the rest of my beer. “I don’t want her to regret it later. It’s important that she’s absolutely certain she’s making the right call for her and her girls.”

Suicide sat quietly, mulling over my words. My cell phone vibrated, alerting me of an incoming text.

Pandora: Sweating my balls off. Shop almost packed up. Miss you tons.

Me: Good. Miss you too. Any trouble?

Pandora: No trouble. Heading your way in 20.

Me: I’ll be waiting right here.

Pandora: Love ya

Me: Love you too baby.

Tucking my phone back in my jeans, I smiled like a love-sick fool. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of Tonya making her way through the front door. She looked like death warmed over. Her bruises had faded to a dull yellow and the swelling in her face had long since disappeared, but she was still walking on egg shells around here. An overstuffed duffel bag hung from her shoulder.

The usual bright smile and don’t-give-a -uck attitude was gone. Lola had done a number on the girl and ever since then the sweet butts had been minding their manners and being more than respectful to all the girls. Tonya, on the other hand, has become quiet. That was never a good thing in my book.

I jabbed my elbow into Suicide’s ribs, smirking when he grunted in pain. With a nod towards the door, he angled his head in that direction and stiffened. He had always disliked the sweet butts, but Tonya had always gotten an extra helping of resentment from him. Her unverified story of her family just didn’t sit well with him. Everything was verifiable he had said the day she arrived. When he couldn’t check out her story, he kept his eye on her. Nothing had changed since that day.

Tonya came to a stop a couple feet away, dropping her bag with a thud. “I’m leaving.”

“I think that’s for the best,” I replied flatly.

Suicide grunted, pushing off of his stool. “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out,” he grumbled as he pushed passed her. “I’ll get with you later, Blaze, and finish our chat.”

She frowned at Suicide’s back as he headed for the pool table and a group of men laughing and carrying on. Swinging back around towards me, she dropped the frown. “Thank you for letting me stay here, for not questioning my story as much as he did.” She raised her hand, pointing her thumb over her shoulder.

“Sure.” There really wasn’t anything else to say.

With a heavy sigh, she grabbed her bag, hooked it over her shoulder, and spun on her heels. When the front door slammed behind her, I finally breathed again. Good riddance.

An hour and a half later, Lola blew through the door like a tornado, coated in grease and road-grit, looking finer than anything I’d ever seen. They’d taken a cage and a trailer to retrieve the contents of their shop.

To hear some of the girls talk, they had a pretty wicked set-up and didn’t want to risk losing any of their tools and shit once the fire marshal finally allowed entrance to the property. So today had quickly become moving day.

“Hey there,” she said, dropping onto the stool beside me. “Long fucking day. I didn’t realize how much shit we had in that shop. Still need to unload it all.”

I pounded my fist on the bar to get the bartender’s attention. He lumbered over and sat a few beers on the bar. I slid one over to Lola. “Looks like you could use a drink.”

“Damn straight. Any word on the Twisted yet?”

“We’ll unload everything later. Nothing yet. Any word on your end?”

“Nothing. I won’t make the same mistake this time, thinking they’ve just up and run off. Quiet isn’t good. I know they’re around, hiding out and waiting for the right time to strike. When they do, it’s going to suck.”

“You’re right about that. In other news, Tonya packed up today and left.”

She started to speak but I raised a hand to cut her off. “It was her choice and no, I didn’t ask her where she was off to. It’s all good. It’s for the best.”

“I should have apologized, or at the very least, talked to her. Guess it doesn’t matter now.” Shrugging, she took a few swallows of her beer and picked at the label.

“Want to go for a ride later?” I asked, not wanting to linger on the topic of Tonya. It was a sore subject for Lola.

“Sure. But first, I think we should have a serious talk.”

I stood up and headed for the hallway to my office, Lola right behind me, her high-heeled boots clanking on the concrete floor at my back. Stopping by the door, I flung it open, slamming it closed as soon as she followed me in, my eyes quickly falling to the curve of her beautiful ass as she sauntered across the room to the small bar in the corner.

She walked over to my desk, which was empty except for my laptop and a coffee cup from this morning. She leaned back against the edge of the desk, her blue eyes going dark. Working my gaze over her, I noticed her thighs clenching together.

“Something you want, doll?” I asked with a chuckle.

Lola had been making up for lost time these last few weeks. And I didn’t have a single complaint. I’d had more sex in the last two weeks than I’d had in years.

She still wouldn’t outright ask me for it, but I’d caught on to her signs. Sometimes it was a look or the way she touched me. It didn’t have to be a sexual touch, either, but honestly, most of the time it was. Jesus, she was a dream come true. Like now, I knew she wanted it and I’d been without her all damn day so I was ready to take her right here and now. I didn’t give a fuck who heard us.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Maybe.”

I stalked across the room like a predator after his prey. She was breathing heavy already, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Christ. I tilted her head back and nipped at her bottom lip, loving how she whimpered. She loved the pain as much as the pleasure. God, did she ever.

I kissed her like a man starving, tasting her as my tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. Breaking the kiss, I spun her around, my hands jerking her pants open and pulling them down to her knees in one swift movement. She didn’t move a muscle but I could feel her trembling.

With a hand on the back of her neck, I pushed her forward over the desk. “Don’t move, doll. If you do, I’ll have to spank that sweet little ass of yours. I’m going to take you fast and hard.”