Ridin' Dirty: An Outlaw Author Anthology (OAMC Book 1) (22 page)

Enforcer for the Donati Family

From my vantage point in an alleyway, I watch as Salvatore Agostino shakes hands with a member of the Savage Angels MC. Our family might not be as big as his, but in this town, we are in charge, and I will
not
have the fucking Abruzzi family moving onto our turf. He’s not the only one who has ties to an MC. We don’t use them very often, but the Dark Warriors come in handy and do our dirty work.

The one thing the Savage Angels don’t know is, we have a man on the inside. He works for us, and keeps us in the loop with the dealings of the Savage Angels MC. He’s low-level, but he’ll find out what we need to know.

The Abruzzi family already owns a casino here in Vegas, and rumor has it, that Agostino owns a fair bit of real estate, too.

I walk back to my car to find my informant waiting for me in the passenger seat, I open the door and say, “I’m fairly certain I locked my car.”

“Saw you pull up, and thought I’d wait for you.”

His name is Buzz, and for a time, he was a soldier in the Dark Warriors MC, he’s good at playing both sides, he lies better than most, and the Savage Angels took him in, not knowing he had ties to the Dark Warriors, it will be their downfall.

“What do you know?” I ask impatiently.

“Everything is being kept on the DL, but it looks like the Savage Angels are going into the casino business,” he replies.

“Bullshit! Salvatore Agostino doesn’t travel all the way to Vegas to be an errand boy for the Savage
fucking
Angels.”

“I swear that’s the news,” says Buzz nervously. “The MC can’t own a casino, so he’s acting as our front man so it all goes smoothly.”

I stare straight ahead not giving him anything. It’s plausible that’s what he’s doing here, but he’s a Captain within his family, they don’t do leg work for anyone but their Don. Slowly I look at Buzz.

“Make sure. Find out what I need to know. You know how to contact me, now, get out.” He grunts and exits the car.

Time I had a sit down with the Dark Warriors, and find out what they know.

Steve
President of the Dark Warriors

The enforcer for the Donati’s has graced us with his presence, and my first thought is,
this can’t be good
. From the way he’s fidgeting with his pinky ring, something is obviously up. My men look to me as he waits for an audience at our Clubhouse bar. The Donati’s have been good to us, we run their guns, dope and a few brothels.

Right at this moment, though, I have a stripper with her legs wrapped around me, and my cock is hard. I’m wondering if it would be bad form to fuck her on the table in front of everyone. My boys won’t mind, but the enforcer might.

With reluctance, I slap her ass, and say, “Get off me. I have business to attend,” I grab her face and kiss her roughly. “Wait for me in my office. Be. Ready.”

She slowly extricates herself from me, and I rise, adjusting myself as I do. A couple of my boys snicker as I make my way toward the bar.

When I make it to him, he says, “Did I interrupt something?”

“Yes, you fucking did. What the fuck can I do for you?” He’s a big guy, six-four and his jacket is stretched over muscled arms. I know from previous dealings he can be deadly, but with my men around me – and the fact I can handle myself – I’m not worried.

“Savage Angels are getting into bed with the Abruzzi family.”

“So?” I ask impatiently.

“So? If they help the Abruzzi family get a stronger hold in Vegas, that means we lose profit, which means we start shutting things down, which affects
you
.”

His tone and meaning are clear, the operations we take care of will be the first to go. I look at the bartender and signal to her that I want a drink. I feel his eyes on me, trying to figure out how I’m going to handle this. She puts the whiskey in front of me and I swallow it, enjoying the burn as it slides down my throat. With no small amount of force, I slam the empty glass on the bar, and stare at my business associate.

“We will put them under surveillance, watch their every move, and let you know what we come up with.” Disdain laces my voice.

“Good. We can’t have either of them expand, it will be bad for both of us.” He looks down his nose at me, as if my very presence offends him. I’ve never liked doing business with these bastards, but they are a good source of income.

“Have a nice fucking day,” I respond in a flat monotone.

His gaze locks with mine for an instant, then he smiles, and walks out the front door.

“What the fuck did he want?” asks my VP, Travis.

“Apparently, the Savage Angels are expanding in Vegas with the Abruzzi family. He’s worried it could affect business. Put a couple of men on their Clubhouse, and see if it’s true. I don’t want a fucking war with the Angels.” I look at my empty glass, and the bartender refills it. “Travis, I’ve had enough of these Donati pricks pushing us around. We need to tread carefully. It would be good if the fucking families did their own dirty work for a change, and ripped themselves apart.” I throw back my whiskey, and stare him in the eyes.

“I’ll put a couple of prospects on it.” He pauses in thought. “Steve, maybe it’s time we broke ties with these fuckers?”

“We should, but not today.” I walk away from him and go in search of my newest plaything.

Rebel
Savage Angels MC

The meeting didn’t go as well as I had planned, and when I walk back into the Clubhouse, the mood is cold. Dane put me in charge of this negotiation, and I will
not
let him down. Cage and Cooper walk toward me, a grin on their faces.

“What the fuck are you two smiling about?” I ask.

“Whatever happened in the back room, Brother, you need to let them all think about it, and calm the fuck down. I have an appointment with the hottest bitch of a tattooist you will
ever
meet, and Cage here wants a new one, too. Come with us, and get some more ink, Vegas style!” says Cooper with a smirk.

“Vegas style?”

“Man, her work is the best that  I’ve ever seen. She won’t fuck me though, or Cage, maybe she’ll like you?” he says raising his eyebrows up and down.

I look over at King, and he scowls back at me. Cooper is right, time to let them think about the deal they are about to fuck up.

“Ok, Brother, let’s go.”

We walk out the back to our rides, and I follow as they weave in and out of the back alleys in Vegas. It’s a fucking hot day, and the heat coming off the asphalt is tremendous; must be one hundred and five easy. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back as we ride. 

We eventually pull up at a small shop with the words
Welcome to my Inkmare
in swirly font over the front door. We get off our rides and enter the tattoo parlor.

“Ruby, baby! Bet you’ve been waiting for me all fucking day!” booms Cooper as a petite, voluptuous, long brown-haired woman walks toward him.

“Not fucking likely. You here to get your sleeve finished?” she asks with a smile.

“Yeah, and Cage wants you to fix up that fucking mess on his leg,” says Cooper as he slaps Cage’s back.

She looks at all of us, then gives me the once over. “And him, what does he want?” she purrs, placing a hand on her hip and licking her lips.

Cage moves his arm to wrap around my shoulders. “This is Rebel, he’s from out of town, and we thought we’d treat him to one of your creations.” Cage grins like a fool.

“Did you now? What makes you think I have time to do all three of you?”

“Aww, don’t be like that, Ruby. You don’t want him to think he’s not welcome in the fucking city of sin do you?” Cooper laughs.

“Boys, if the lady doesn’t have time, I’m cool,” I say.

“Lady? Well, Rebel, I think I have time for you after all. Come on boys, let’s get you back to my station.”

We follow her down a long corridor with small offices on both sides. There are artists in each one with a client. As I watch her walk, I notice she’s wearing a long, slightly see-through, black dress that hugs her figure, She has on a G-string and I see tattoos through her dress going down her back. It looks like a dragon, it goes over her ass, and finishes at the top of her legs.

She walks into her station and starts putting on gloves. Cooper takes off his jacket and hands it to Cage. He has a Japanese koi fish going down his arm that isn’t quite finished.

“Now, you aren’t going to wimp out on me today, are you? Because I need the money and you
really
need to get this baby finished,” says Ruby as she starts lining up bottles and getting her tattoo machine ready.

“That’s why I’m fucking here, Ruby. Let’s get this bitch done,” growls Cooper.

She points at me. “Rebel, there’s a book over there with some of my work in it. Flick through it and see if there’s anything you like, or there’s more on the walls. Every work of art in here is done by me, from the paintings on the wall to the drawings on the floor. If you don’t like what you see, tell me what you want and I’ll design something for you.”

I nod at her as she sits down, and begins to work on Cooper’s arm.

***

Hours later, the sun has disappeared, and most of the tattooists have gone home. Ruby has done both Cooper and Cage, and is finishing my tattoo. The words,
live to ride
are now on my stomach, down low so it follows the ‘v’ of my body. She’s putting some scroll-work and shading around it.

Ruby has amazing hazel eyes with flecks of black. For a woman she doesn’t talk much, I like that. The longer she works on my tattoo, the harder my cock gets. I can’t tell if she likes me or not, but from her position, she has to be able to see that I am hard. Her face is practically in my crotch, and I think about her mouth sucking my cock.

The boys were right, she is a good tattooist, good clean lines and she’s fast. Her tongue darts out of her mouth as she licks her lips, and a groan escapes me.

“You alright?” she asks with a look of concern on her face.

“Yeah, we done?”

“Almost, just need to put in a touch more shading here and we’re done. Think you can handle it?” There’s a small smile on her face, and I have no doubt she knows what she’s doing to me.

“Ruby, I’m pretty sure I can handle any fucking thing you dish out,” I reply with a smirk.

She goes back to my tattoo, and I try to get my cock to calm the fuck down. A sigh escapes her as she turns off the machine, puts it down and stretches.

“Done!” 

All I can do is stare at her breasts, as her hands are above her head, while she works out the kinks to her spine from being crouched over for so long.

Slowly I get up out of the chair and look in the mirror, Cage slaps me on the back and Cooper whistles. Ruby rolls her chair toward me, grabs a bandage and covers up my new ink.

“Told you she’s good.” Cage smirks.

I look down at Ruby, and her eyes are on my crotch, not where the tattoo is.

“You like it?” I ask pinning her with a look.

Her eyes quickly find mine, and a blush creeps up her neck. “Yes, I did a good job.”

She’s confident, I like that too. I nod and realize I’m smiling at her. She gives me a smile back and it lights up her whole face.

Before I have a chance to think about it, I blurt out, “Wanna get a drink? We’re going back to the Clubhouse.”

“Yeah, Ruby, come with. Rebel can take you on his ride.” Cooper laughs.

“Sorry gents, I can’t, I have other clients to ink tonight.”

Now, I have no idea what to say to her, I shrug and walk out to the front counter. She follows us.

“You finally done with these boys, Ruby?” asks a middle-aged man sitting on a stool behind a cash register.

“Sure am, boss, regular rate, nothing special. So, don’t over charge them.” She looks at us. “Don’t forget to tip your tattooist.” She winks then goes back down the hallway.
Guess she doesn’t like me after all.

We pay the man who rambles on about how to look after our new ink. I push open the door and step out onto the sidewalk, Vegas is a whole lot cooler at night. Cage and Cooper get on their Harleys and leave. I’m sitting on mine trying to decide if I want to go back inside and talk to Ruby, when I look up and see her running out the front door.

“Rebel!” Ruby’s holding my jacket, her breasts are bouncing up and down and when she makes it to me, I grab the jacket, pulling her into me.

She lets out a squeak, I wrap her in my arms and kiss her. She offers no resistance as my tongue duels with hers. I growl into her mouth and she moans.

Roughly I push her away, and her face is a mix of lust and shock.

“What time do you finish?” I ask aggressively.

“I don’t know, depends on the client and what they want done,” she whispers.

I hand her my phone. “Put your number in there. I’ll text you so you have my number, and when you’re finished tonight, ring me. I don’t care what time it is, I’ll come get you.”

She takes my phone and puts in her digits. As she passes it back to me, I pull her into me again and kiss her, this time I let my hands roam her body. She’s soft, and tastes sweet, and the moan that escapes her makes me want to put her on my bike and fuck her.

Slowly I let my hands go over her breasts, and when they reach her shoulders, I push her back.

“Ruby, you better call.”

I start my bike, and she moves to the sidewalk in a lust-filled daze. I give her a nod and head back to the Clubhouse, smiling the whole way.