Significance, Satan's Attitude MC (4 page)

Darko strode up to the couple. “Elena, are you okay to drive?”

“I’m fine, Darko. I had a wonderful night and Whiskey is coming to see my farm tomorrow. We even have a lunch date planned,” Elena added, sounding excited and happy.

Whiskey stood up and bent his head to touch her lips lightly. “Until tomorrow, darlin’. Would you like me to escort you home?”

Elena shook her head and gave a sexy laugh. “No, thanks. I’m sure Darko has Swiper following me home. I saw him head outside, so I’m in good hands. I’ll see you around noonish?”

“Yes, noon. Drive safely, sweet thing.”

He watched as Elena left the bar, then looked at Darko. “I didn’t know Jersey girls were so foxy.”

With that, he went back to drinking and paid little attention to what Darko was saying to him. This chick Elena was very interesting and she made him feel better about himself. He wanted to know everything he could about her, so he sent Zero to ask about her discreetly. He stopped drinking and sipped his water, tapping his foot against the bar. He wanted to leave and go back to the motel. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough for him.

He was lost in thought when Zero tapped his shoulder. “The chick, Elena, everyone loves her. Not a bad word said about her, except that Thrash, y’know him, from Bound for Hell, he seems to want her. He’s big over there, national SAA.”

“Fuck Thrash. He isn’t getting her. Let’s get outta here, I got a date with her for lunch. Get the others and let’s move out. I’m sure Darko will be glad to see us leave.” He looked directly at Darko and smiled widely at him. “I don’t give a fuck who I piss off. Never cared much for Thrash either. There’s bars by the motel. Party there. I need to call Rebel.”

He stood and walked over to Darko as Zero made the call that Satan’s Attitude was leaving. Grumbling bikers paid their tabs and tipped the dancers and barmaids more money.

“I heard about Thrash,” said Whiskey. “He ain’t got her yet and I like the chick, Darko. Be wise of you to stay out of it. If I find we don’t get along, he can have her.”

“I hope it’s not gonna fuck up relations, Whiskey. Elena deserves the best. She’s had a rough time. She ain’t no club slut. Hunter was a president in his own club before they patched into Bound for Hell.”

Whiskey understood where Darko was going. “I ain’t asking her to fuck me. She and I have a lot in common. You’ve got my word that I will treat her decent.” He held out his hand and Darko shook it.

“I’m trusting your word, bro. You’ll see what I mean about Elena. She is one of a kind.”

“Which is what I’m looking for: a woman of significance. Thanks for having us. I’ll call Mad Jack in the morning. Gonna be a great wedding and I like that our clubs will be linked by marriage. Zero thinks real highly of your boy.” Whiskey turned to go and made sure everyone was accounted for. He reached into his wallet and leaned across the bar, handing a few crisp hundred dollar bills to Dusty. “Make sure the chicks split that. My boys will have tipped them, but I like to make sure they get a lil’ extra.” He winked at her.

Dusty laughed. “Hey, Whiskey. Listen. Elena is my friend. Don’t hurt her please.” Dusty’s brown eyes poured into his imploringly. “I always thought you were one of the better men of Satan’s Attitude. She isn’t quite as strong as everyone thinks … and she doesn’t want Thrash. She told me so tonight.”

Whiskey leaned over the bar more. “Darlin’, I’m not gonna hurt her. I swear to you on my kids and Shannon. Have I ever lied to you?”

Dusty thought for a second. “No. Never have, unlike some people.”

“You’ve got to let some of that anger you’ve got brewing inside of you go, Dusty. Violet ain’t worth it. You know though, Rebel loves you. So does Vi in her own crazy way. It looks to me like you’ve found some happiness with Darko. Why don’t you let the past go and have a future?”

“I hate Violet, and Rebel is my uncle. I wish he had taken us in and not Diablo. Maybe life would have been better for Angie and me. I’m doing the best I can right now.” She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek before disappearing to divide the money he had given her to the dancers and barmaids.

Whiskey walked over to a frowning Darko. “Your turn for some advice. Dusty is all kinds of fucked up. Don’t you fuck her up more than she already is, bro. That girl is my family and Rebel is crazy about her. I don’t know what she’s told you, but if she won’t tell you, come to me and I will. I scratch your back, you scratch mine. Deal?”

Darko felt Whiskey’s odd-colored eyes sizing him up and decided to be honest. “I want her as my ol’ lady but she won’t commit. I won’t ask her about what the fuck happened in her past. I’ve tried that already and want her to trust me. Only way I’ll be asking you anything is if I really gotta go there.”

Whiskey looked back at Dusty. “You know how when you’re a kid and they tell you monsters aren’t real? Don’t ever tell that to Dusty, because her monsters were real, and if I could kill Loco and that fucking Rabid every day, I would. It was that bad for her. I hope you can make her see there is a future.”

With those words, Whiskey and Zero left the bar, leaving Darko to wonder what the hell dwelled inside of Dusty’s mind.

W
hiskey woke up early and showered. With a towel slung over his hips, he laid down on the bed and called Rebel. The phone was answered quickly.

“I told you not to call here, what the fuck!” Rebel was in a bad mood.

“Somebody piss in your cereal, bro? You told me to call you.”

Rebel lowered his voice. “Fucking Monica called here and it was lucky I answered, the dumb ass cunt. What’s up?”

“Hung out with Gringo, and there’s a few guys that wanna jump out of Bound for Hell. Hyway does for sure. We should take him. He’s a good fighter.”

“Yeah, well, see how he feels after Angie tells him that he’s Chrissy’s daddy. What else?”

Whiskey moved slightly to get comfortable. “Tramp is looking for a chick with a toddler, a dancer named Honey. I’d call around, might be good to find her. The kid is Tramp’s son.”

Rebel look a long breath. “Don’t tell me anymore about that now. Did you see Dusty?”

“Yeah, I did. She hates Violet and wishes her ‘Uncle Rebel’ had raised her. When the hell are you gonna tell her, Reb? She deserves to know the truth. It’s fucking her head up.”

“Fuck, she actually said that?” Rebel lit a cigarette, drawing in the smoke while he waited for the answer he already knew.

“Exact words, bro. Darko wants her as his ol’ lady and she won’t commit. If you won’t tell her, I’ll do it. Maybe it would be better if I did.” Whiskey kept his voice even.

Rebel didn’t answer right away. “No, I gotta do it. Violet thinks she will hate us both. I could wring Vi’s neck for saying I was dead. Lemme try to reason with Violet. Gotta see Monica tonight and straighten her out. Damn women in my life are so fucked up. What are you doing today?”

Whiskey laughed. “Gotta get fitted for my monkey suit. I met a chick. Going to her house to see her horses and take her to lunch. Cool chick. Pretty, too. Has this soft, long black hair. You knew Hunter, didn’t you?”

“Yup. Shit, you met Elena, didn’t you? She’s got horses and black hair. She ain’t a blonde or your type, Whisk.” Rebel laughed.

“You told me to look for a good woman, didn’t you? She’s good friends with Dusty and she seems to like me. I don’t have a type, what the fuck are you talking about with ‘your type’?”

“Whisk, you go for big titty blondes. Elena is sensible, and when have you been with a sensible woman since Shannon died?”

“You’re a fucker. You tell me to look for a woman and now tell me she isn’t my type. Maybe I don’t like blondes anymore.”

“If you like Elena, go for it, but I doubt you’re gonna get laid. I’m fucking kinda shocked you were even looking,” Rebel said, trying to calm his friend down.

“I gotta go. I got a king-size bed and a big room for you and Violet. Oh and Thrash seems to think he has a claim on Elena, according to what Zero heard.”

Rebel laughed. “You never liked him much, so is this to piss him off?”

“No. I like her. We talked for a while and we got shit in common. I didn’t know about Thrash until after she and I were talking, but I don’t give a crap about him. Since when did I care about that kinda shit?” Whiskey was growing even more annoyed.

“Look, I didn’t mean to get you pissed off. I know Elena. She’s got her shit together. Hunter was a good bro, but I don’t think she was treated right by him in the end. As for Thrash, fuck him.”

“Exactly, fuck him. I gotta go or I’ll be late for this fitting. See you in the morning bro. The manager here is cool; I paid him and you can leave a message if you need me to call.”

Whiskey hung up before Rebel could get another word in and smiled in satisfaction. He knew his president hated when he hung up on him. He got out his wallet and looked for Mad Jack’s number. Finding it, he dialed and waited for someone to answer the phone.

Jack answered and told him he was on his way to pick him up and would honk the horn for him. He got dressed in the meantime, then went down the hall to Zero’s room and pounded on the door.

Zero finally opened it and let him inside. Whiskey looked around to make sure Zero was alone. Then, he handed him his gun. “I don’t think it’s wise to take my gun to the fitting. Stick around the room until I get back. Didn’t get lucky last night?”

Yawning, Zero replied, “Nah, but I could’ve at the go-go bar. I’m going back to sleep.” He put Whiskey’s gun in the dresser drawer. “You don’t need me?”

“No. I’ll be back for my gun. I’m taking Elena to lunch, so stick close. Stay outta Dirty Deeds, and make sure you know where everyone is. I promised Deidra, no fuck-ups.” A car horn honked twice. “That would be Mad Jack. Later.”

Whiskey found himself whistling as he walked down the stairs to get fitted for his tux. He was surprised to see Jack in a brand new Cadillac with an older man driving. He figured it was Mad Jack’s father. He opened the back seat and climbed in. Suddenly, this didn’t seem like it was going to be a pain in the ass.

* * *

R
ebel made some calls to the different go-go bars they owned or managed. He called all of the chapter presidents too and told them to spread the word to look for a dancer with a little boy. He sat back in his chair and dropped his boots onto the desk. If this Honey was dancing, somebody in Satan’s Attitude would find her. What he really needed was a picture. Or an idea of what she looked like. Once he saw Tramp, he’d have to ask him about Honey.

He closed his eyes and thought about the years he’d spent in jail and the last time Angie and Dusty had called him “daddy”. Angie might slightly remember him but he wasn’t sure Dusty did. It broke his heart to say goodbye to his little girls but he’d trusted Diablo and Violet. What a fucking fool he’d been back then. Ten years in jail and finally they realized he hadn’t murdered anyone. He thought Violet would be happy he was home, but once she found out Diablo wasn’t letting him back in the club, she’d turned her back on him. That still left a bitter taste in his mouth. She never divorced him and had written him weekly. It had only made him stronger and tougher. In the end, he had Violet back. At times he hated his ol’ lady, but she managed to convince him she loved him. He didn’t doubt that, but he didn’t trust her at all. He picked up the phone and called her.

“Vi, you got us all packed?”

“Of course I do. Are you taking me to ladies’ night at the bar?” Violet loved to get out of the house and dance.

“Nah, I gotta handle some shit and you’re not going. We’re leaving early in the morning. We gotta have a talk on the way up to Jersey. Whiskey saw Dusty and says she isn’t doing well.”

“There’s absolutely no reason for Dusty to be fucked up,” she retorted. “Loco is dead, so she has nothing to be afraid of. All she’s doing is turning Angie against me, and I don’t get to see Chrissy, Rebel. Seriously, that girl messed herself up.” Violet knew she had said the wrong thing when she heard the phone slam down in her ear.

Rebel got up and punched a hole in the wall. He opened the door and went next door to the bar. He was glowering as he sat down.

Goose made up an extra strong Bloody Mary for him and placed it in front of him. Rebel grunted his thanks and the other biker moved away. He’d heard the sound of Rebel’s fist hitting the wall. It was a joke that Rebel would hit a beam one day and break his hand.

* * *

W
hiskey was enjoying a Bloody Mary himself with Mad Jack Regan and his father in a bar aptly named the Drop Inn. The older man had told him to call him John and he was a wealth of information on businesses. John Regan was a hard man in his own way. Whiskey could tell he had been a fighter but now used his brains to make his money. He owned bars and other businesses.

They had a lot in common and Whiskey was telling him about wanting to buy a bar. “This bar is for sale. Owner is in debt and I don’t need any more bars, it’s a solid investment.” John motioned the bartender over for a refill. “We’re here too early for the dancers. Really is a shame because I like having lunch here as long as my wife doesn’t catch me.”

The men laughed and John continued. “I don’t have to worry about my daughter dancing here anymore, thank God. I did think about investing in this bar though. I had my accountant look into it, but my wife put her foot down. You’re not looking for a bar in Jersey, are you? Because I have all the specs on one if you are.”

Whiskey thought about it before he answered. “I wasn’t, but if the price is right, I might be. Why don’t we talk about it after the wedding?” He looked at the clock and saw it was almost noon. “After this drink, can I get a lift back to the motel? I’ve got a date with Elena.”

He purposely mentioned her name so the other two men would say something. Mad Jack looked at him and grinned. “Elena, huh? Good, I hate Thrash always sniffing around her like he owns her. You’re gonna piss him off, though.”

John looked intently at Whiskey. “She’s a family friend. A fine woman too, so don’t you be screwing her around.”

“John, I wouldn’t think of it. I met her last night and she offered to show me her horses. As for Thrash, I didn’t see his mark on her. I never liked him much anyway, Jack. I give you my word: I won’t be anything but a gentleman with Elena.”

Whiskey sounded sincere and both men took him at his word. They finished up their drinks and got Whiskey back to his motel. He ran up the stairs and pounded on Zero’s door. Finally, it opened and Whiskey headed to the dresser for his gun. Grabbing it, he shoved it back into the small of his back. “I need the keys to the car. I’m not wearing my colors, either. I’ll be a few hours, so you all get some lunch locally. No colors.”

He didn’t wait for a reply as he left the room. He hated to be late and tried to figure out Elena’s directions as best as he could. Finally, he found the lane that led to her horse farm. He was impressed seeing how large the place was. Horses were out in pastures, and he saw Elena on her porch. She looked beautiful, the sun making her black hair glint. He parked and headed to her, his heart beating harder the closer he got to her.

Elena smiled shyly. “Hey there. I was hoping you didn’t get lost.”

“I would have found you somehow, even if I had to stop and ask for directions. Am I late?” Whiskey smiled back at her.

“No. We said noonish, and it’s just a little past noon. Would you like to see Moon Glow?” Her voice showed her excitement and she grabbed his hand.

“Yeah, I would, darlin’. I was admiring all the horses I saw as I pulled in.” Whiskey noticed a blonde and a long haired biker watching him. He paid them no attention as they walked over to a pasture.

Elena let out a whistle and a beautiful horse galloped toward the fence. “He knows I have sugar cubes for him in my jacket, the big goofball.” The horse stopped in front of her and waited for his treat. He gently took the sugar off her hand.

“Elena, would you like to go to lunch now? I was thinking maybe seafood, if you know of a good restaurant.”

“Of course. I love seafood. I need to wash my hands, though. Come on and see my house.”

They walked back toward the house and Whiskey felt the couple still staring at him. He held the door for Elena and followed her inside. Her living room was decorated beautifully with comfort in mind. He saw touches of her Indian heritage here and there. As he was admiring the room, she startled him by coming back so quickly. All the women he knew took forever to get ready.

They left and walked to the car and Elena directed him to her favorite seafood restaurant.

* * *

R
ebel was still in a foul mood as he walked into his house. Violet wasn’t downstairs, so he walked upstairs to their bedroom. She was laying on the bed naked and playing with her clit.

“It took you long enough to get here, Rebel.” Her voice purred as she touched herself.  Her fingers stroked over her breasts and Rebel unbuckled his jeans. He let them drop to the floor and stood there looking at her.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock, Vi. You better do a good job of it, too.” Rebel was still angry and Violet knew she’d be getting fucked good and hard.

Lazily, she moved off the bed and got down on her knees and took his cock into her mouth. Her hands were behind her back, just the way Rebel liked, until he told her she could move them. He grabbed her by the hair and moved her head back and forth as she sucked his cock deeper into her mouth.