Shady: MC Romance (11 page)

Chapter Ten

“He is a dead man,” Cajun said two days later when they were in the clubhouse drinking a beer. Slider and Shark were sitting with him and he was quickly losing his patience when it came to dealing with Dominic Reyes III, the guys hadn’t found him yet, although they had been staking out Lola’s little hideaway. So far, Reyes hadn’t made a presence and that was what they were waiting for. They wanted Lola but the bitch had been laying low.

“Dude, he was dead the first time he touched our girl, he just didn’t fuckin' know it,” Shark said glumly and stared into his beer.

“She is gonna crack,” Slider said slowly and Cajun looked at his friend and nodded. Shark burst out laughing and shook his head.

“Brother, you have it all wrong. I have seen her at her worst, and this is nowhere near as bad as that. When she first came into the club, you would have seriously thought she was a fucking prostitute. I swear, she was nowhere near the woman you are seeing here. She built herself, and yep she is fucked up, just like us all, but, man, you have got to stop treating her with kid gloves. That is not going to help her or you. She will not break because she is no longer that girl. Shady is one strong bitch, and yeah, we see a couple of cracks in her armor but trust me, she will not break.”

“Shark, you haven’t heard her nightmares,” Slider said. Every fuckin' night they were woke up with her screams, and every fucking night they had to talk her down.

“Shit, we all have fucking dreams and shit. It is her way of working that crap out.” Shark shrugged and Cajun looked at him.

“What, are we in fuckin' therapy, man, trying to get in touch with your feminine side and shit like that?” Slider groused.

Shark snorted, “Read it in one of those fucking girlie magazines the chicks leave around here all the time. One was in in the bathroom when I spent some time in there.”

Both men laughed and then nodded. “Yeah, I get that,” Cajun said. “But everyone has the end of their rope.”

Shark nodded and looked at Slider, “Yeah, Shay hit hers a while back. We all saw it but she wouldn’t let us help. Thought we were gonna lose her to the road for a while she was on her bike so much.”

Slider felt a chill run down his spine, he knew what his brother was saying, it was when him and Shady went their separate ways. Fuck, he should have listened to his instincts then but he hadn’t. One big mess he had to clean up, and thank God his best friend was there to help him.

Shark stood and tapped the table a few times to say goodbye and the two men sat silently and thought about what he said to them. Cajun was the first to speak.

“Need to talk to her, man, we gotta see where her head is at.”

Slider nodded and looked at his friend and grinned, “No better place than the road.”

The other man grinned and they grabbed their keys and went in search of Shady.

*****

Shady was in the gym; it was a state of the art workout room that Creed and Fork built when they designed the clubhouse. It was awesome, and most of the guys actually worked out there at least twice a week. The girls did as well, however, they had their own special little room in the back, it was padded and had not only poles for them to practice their routines, but also punching bags and other dummies they used to practice self-defense moves. These were installed after Freedom had been kidnapped by the Diablos and almost died.

Now the guys took their training with the girls seriously, at least three times a week Creed or Easy grabbed the girls, and showed them moves. Shady and Harmony had become sparring partners since they had been trained more.

She bounced on her feet and kicked the bag in front of her smoothly. She was taking out her aggression on the punching bag, it was simpler than kicking someone’s ass. That is what she wanted to do. All of the guys were busy, and she wasn’t ‘allowed’ to leave on her own, which pissed her the fuck off.

The plans for finding Lola and Dom were at a standstill. She wasn’t patient enough for the waiting game. Plus, Nike had not been able to crack Sahara who seemed to be on the up and up. But something was bothering her and she refused to let it go unless she had an answer.

Shady was deep in thought when she heard Slider yell, “Shay!”

She stopped and turned. Cajun and Slider were standing there holding onto her leathers and grinning. “Let’s ride.”

“Fuck yeah,” she grinned and went to change.

In no time, the three of them were on the road riding hard and fast. There was no one on the stretch of road the guys manipulated Shady into picking, the road led to a small town in the canyon. One road in and one road out, with a population of about 100. It didn’t matter, what did is that it held the best Mexican restaurant in the state.

“Just wait, Cajun, the drive is awesome and the food fucking phenomenal,” Shady laughed.

Slider and Cajun grinned at each other, they had planned this out down to the last detail so Shady couldn't say no when they arrived to the small town. They only hoped she wouldn’t be too pissed when she figured out what they had done. It was a tossup on how she would handle it.

They rode for two hours before they saw the edge of the small town. There were only six blocks to the town so saying they saw the edge meant they saw the whole fucking town.

Shady led the way to the Mexican Cantina and pulled her bike in smoothly. Both men smiled when they saw how relaxed she was after the long ride. This was what she needed, at least the ride was. Now the hard part, but the guys were ready.

Once they got into the restaurant and were seated, Slider reached across the table and snagged her keys. Shady raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything else. When the waitress came and they ordered Margaritas, she grinned.

“So the plan is to get me out here, get me drunk, and what?”

Slider smiled. “We will see how it goes.”

“Right,” Shady said, shaking her head.

“Just want to see where your head is,” Cajun said seriously and she turned to him and frowned.

“My head?” she asked and then continued when he nodded, “My head is on straight. I know what we are doing and what needs to be done. Just trying to get to the end without getting dead.”

“That is not going to happen,” Slider said firmly.

“Listen, I get the shit that happened to me when I was young was wacked,” Shady started.

“Nightmares,” Cajun said quietly and Shady jerked.

“Yeah, I have them. Yeah they suck, but that is the way it is,” Shady said.

“No it's not, when we were together you never had a nightmare,” Slider said softly.

Shady looked at him and shook her head. “I did, I just didn’t tell you.”

“Babe, I can tell you that I know you didn’t have any bad dreams when we were together. I can say this because I would have woken if you so much as jerked in your sleep. Every single night I spent with you when we were done fucking you curled into me like a kitten,” Slider said softly.

Shady glared at him. “No, I do not cuddle.”

Slider laughed, “Yeah, babe, you do. Shit, you practically purred every damn night. And if I moved, you moved with me.”

“No I didn’t,” Shady snapped.

“Yes you did,” Slider laughed harder.

Shady leaned back and folded her arms and then pulled out her phone and pushed a number. Slider grinned and waited for it, he knew what she was going to do, and it was a ploy to piss him off and avoid the conversation, good play, but he wouldn’t let it happen.

“Rave?” Shady said sweetly into the phone. “Yeah, have a question for you, when we sleep together do I cuddle?” there was a pause and then she smiled like a cat who ate the canary. “I thought so.”

Shady hung up the phone and then went to open her mouth when Slider’s phone rang. He grinned and pushed the button.

“You,” Raven said, “I assume you are trying to make a point, and I also assume she is not telling you the whole truth and gonna try to get me killed so I called. No she doesn’t like to have anyone touch her when she sleeps.”

“Thanks, brother,” Slider laughed and hung up. “Doesn’t matter how many people you fucking call, babe, I know exactly what you do when we sleep together.”

Shady glared at him and then turned to Cajun, “My sleeping habits are not the issue.”

“I beg to differ, babe. Sleeping issues are just one of the problems,” Cajun said smoothly and leaned back when the waitress brought their drinks.

Shady drank a few sips, “Okay, so I have nightmares, all this shit has brought up a lot of memories. It is normal.”

“It is,” Cajun agreed. “However, how you deal with them is what I am worried about. I can tell you, shutting yourself off and thinking you can bury shit is not the way this is going to work. I know, tried that for a long time.”

“What happened?” Shady asked.

Cajun leaned back, he didn’t talk about this with his closest friends, how in the hell was he going to talk about this to her?

“I was a prisoner of war,” he said without emotion.

Shady looked at him closely and then leaned forward. “Yeah, I got that.”

Cajun sighed and looked over her shoulder. “Well, they fucked me up pretty good. I have burns over some of my body, which took a lot to heal, and my leg was broken and not set, which basically caused damage when they had to re-break it, so now when I get tired or the weather is changing it hurts like a son of a bitch.”

Shady sat back and looked at Cajun, she could tell he was holding something back but she wasn’t going to call him on it. Slowly she pulled her shirt aside and showed him the bullet hole on her chest from Dom.

“This is just the latest. I swear to God, sometimes I can still feel the slice of the bullet as it entered,” Shady whispered.

“Yeah, me too, but it's a knife,” Cajun replied.

“I don’t want to keep reliving that fucking nightmare, but I don’t know how to make it stop.” Shady shrugged.

They were all quiet while they drank and thought. The food was delivered and it was as if something clicked in all of them that torture and abuse was not acceptable conversations to have while eating amazing Mexican food. So they made small talk. Shady wanted to laugh her ass off, because small talk for a group of roughneck bikers is about bikes.

The guys kept ordering Margaritas and Shady knew what they were doing but she wanted to see how this was going to play out so she kept drinking. If nothing else, she would sit here until she was sober, but she had a feeling they had something else planned just by the way they were looking at each other and grinning like she was dumb.

When they finished their meal and she had a nice comfortable buzz, she finally pushed her plate away and decided to stop pussy footing around.

“So, what is all this really about? I mean you could have asked me how my head was back at the clubhouse, and we could have had a few drinks and still got to the place where I wanted you to fuck me. This seems a bit overboard,” Shady laughed to herself.

“We could have, but that isn't the way we want to start this out, Shay. I know I fucked up by leaving last year, I know I should have ballsed up and actually talked to you about what was going on. But honestly, my head wasn’t screwed on. You know about my family, you know how I don’t do relationships. Mostly it is because I didn’t want to fuck up something that was so good, so I fucking took off. I knew as soon as I hit the fucking city line that I screwed up. Call it pride, 'cause I kept on going. And no matter the hurt I caused you, I am actually glad I did, because Cajun needed me, and it also gave us the chance to reconnect. It also gave me the chance to pull my head out of my ass and think about what I wanted in life. Being a Nomad sucks. I am done with it. You felt the connection between all of us when we arrived so you know what this is but I will lay it out for you. Cajun and I want to see where this connection is going. If it goes where I think it will, then we are claiming you and settling in.”

“Well that is a pretty and nice speech, Slider. There is only one thing you missed,” Shady snorted. She knew she shouldn’t poke this particular bear but damn, what fucking arrogant assholes.

“What is that?” Slider said warily.

“The part where I get a say in what the fuck is going on. I may feel something toward you two, but I feel something toward quite a few of the Warriors. Not sure what I am feeling is worth the effort, when I could get the same thing from somewhere else. Seems like a fucking hassle to me, and honestly, I never really thought about settling down much,” Shady said, grinned, and leaned back.

Cajun leaned forward and looked at her with an intensity that almost took her breath away, “Baby, you will not be able to resist once we show you how good we will be. With me in your sweet cunt and Slider in your ass, you will come so fucking hard you won’t know which end is up.”

Shady licked her lips and Slider leaned forward. “We are gonna show no mercy, we are playing for keeps, sweetheart, and trust me, when we are done with you, you won’t want to go anywhere. I remember every single fucking thing you like.”

Shady looked at him then and he could see the heat in her eyes, damn, they were a sight. He got hard just fucking thinking about her moans and whispers.

“Well,” Shady said breathlessly after a few minutes. “When we get back to the house maybe we can test that out.”

Cajun grinned and shook his head. “Won’t make it back to the house with my fucking dick so hard I could pound nails, baby. Pretty sure our plans will work out better.”

“Your plans?” she asked.

“Yep,” Slider said, “come on.”

Shady finished her third drink with a gulp, slammed down the glass, and held out her hand for her keys. Slider made a show of pocketing them, took her hand, and led her to the back of the restaurant. She frowned and followed looking over her shoulder to see if Cajun was following, which he was.

They walked through the hallway that suddenly opened into an empty lobby area Shady had never seen before. She looked around in shock, she had no clue the cantina had this area.

Slider led her to the small elevator in the corner and guided her inside. Cajun followed and winked at her as he pushed the third button on the panel along with entering in a code too. Instead of getting the surge from a regular elevator, Shady felt her stomach drop. They were going down.