The Rising Sons Motorcycle Club (24 page)

“Cum for me, baby. Let me know how much you want it,” she cooed, turning her head to see the twisted pain and pleasure on his face.

“Mmm, anything for you, baby,” he said, barely getting the words out before a howl overtook him.

He pulled her down around him all the way as his body exploded with pleasure. She could feel his member throbbing, and Raven leaned back, turning her head and kissing Gunner hard on the lips. She could feel the muscles in his body tensing and releasing as his orgasm sent endorphins to every inch of his hard body.

They collapsed together as he wrapped his arms around Raven. The tension between them had been temporarily relieved. She knew they’d fight again, but at least they’d be on each other’s good side for a while.

“Goddamn, babe. I’ve seen some things in my life, but I think you just blew my mind,” he said, laughing and panting hard.

She smiled. “That was the idea.”

When they heard a knock at the door, Raven jumped off of Gunner’s lap.

He yelled, “Just a second!” as he stood and hid his spent cock back beneath his jeans. Raven grabbed the trench coat and threw it on as she snatched her bra off the desk. Gunner moved behind his desk again, and Raven sat down in the chair they had just finished having sex on.

Gunner grunted, “Yeah? What is it?”

As the door was opening, Raven saw her black panties on the floor in front of the desk. She stretched her feet out and kicked the panties beneath it as the door opened all the way.

It was a large black man. Raven didn’t recognize him, but her heart was thumping, and she wasn’t in the clearest of mindsets. “Hey, boss. I just restocked the bar. We’re running low on scotch and whiskey. Think we’re gonna need to order some in the next few days or we’ll run dry.”

Gunner grabbed a pencil and scratched something on a pad of paper. “Thanks, Cal. I’ll put an order in tomorrow morning.”

The large man turned and looked at Raven. His eyes stayed locked with hers, but she saw that he fought to keep them there. She gave him a polite smile. She was sure he knew what had happened. It excited her to know that. She loved being bad. He nodded at them both and closed the door again.

Gunner turned back to Raven. “Well, besides that world-class fuck, what’s on your mind, Rav?”

She smiled, “What isn’t on my mind. Do you think I’m doing a good job with all of this?”

She had no idea if Gunner approved of her taking charge in the time of crisis. All he had done was stand back and take his orders. The tension made her think he resented her, but she gave him all the opportunities to take the reins.

“I think things will work out just fine.”

“That’s about the best way I’ve heard somebody avoid an answer in all my life. I can handle whatever you have to say, Gunner.” There way annoyance in her tone. Getting opinions was like pulling teeth from Gunner. If it wasn’t related to a motorcycle or tits, she practically had to resort to waterboarding to get anything out of him.

He let out a sigh. “I think the whole thing is bullshit. The Sergeant-at-Arms is second in command, but I don’t really care that you stepped in. I think you can lead a larger group better than I can. I’ll admit that. I respect you enough to say it. I think Trask coming back and trying to step in is throwing a wrench into things. No one knows if they should listen to him. Do they do it because he’s experienced; or because it’s his dad in the hospital bed? They don’t know. That’s why they keep lookin’ at you after he gives an order. I think it should be you, but by all rights, it should be him or me. I don’t know. The shit’s gonna hit the fan sooner or later.”

Raven couldn’t tell whose side Gunner was on, but she had expected something much harsher. She was thinking that he would unload on her for stealing the opportunity that Bear gave him, but it sounded more like he was divided between Raven and Trask. She didn’t want to push her luck any more than that. Gunner wasn’t going to give up any more information.

She nodded. “Good to know. On that note, I’m gonna head back to the club.”

Raven got up and headed out of the office. “Door open, or closed?”

“Open. Be careful out there, Rav.” Gunner watched her walk out, his mind drunk on what they had just done.

Back at the bar, Raven threw on her regular outfit. She felt incredibly sexy in her lingerie, but there was something strong and confident about the boots, jeans, t-shirt, and leather cut. Knowing the Rising Sons Motorcycle Club logo was on her back made her feel invincible.

During the day, they left the place empty and shut down, but most bikers spent the night at Los Bandoleros. A room in the back had been stocked with cots, and at least ten members stayed at the bar each night. Raven had stayed each night since the attack on Bear.

Los Bandoleros held more than just the bar and kitchen that bikers all over Kern County enjoyed. It had a small cellar too. A trap door sat beneath a rubber mat. In the four-foot tall cellar, a safe was embedded in one wall. After the Rising Sons bought the bar, Bear had it placed in at great expense. It was sealed in on all sides except the face by concrete, and it held every dollar that the Rising Sons hadn’t laundered from illegal activities. That Saturday night, it had nearly three hundred thousand dollars.

Raven stood near the kitchen door and looked around the bar. Paper plates and beer cans littered a few of the tables. Backpacks were lain out around the dance floor next to cots. It looked more like a YMCA than a biker bar. Raven couldn’t wait until things returned to the status quo, but they were nowhere near out of the woods.

Including Raven, ten bikers were staying at the bar. Tanner and Jenny were staying, with Jenny on cooking duties for that day. Sam, Hoser, Pitt, and Trigger were four of the newest members besides Raven. They had stayed there every single night. They were eager for action, and if one of them missed a fight, the others would never let him forget it. Raven smiled. The desire for action was a powerful motivator.

Two members that only made it to the rare meeting had been dragged from hibernation to cover. One was a silent, but hulking guy that Clyde called Walburg. The other was another old-timer named Captain. Raven found out that he had been a Green Beret in Vietnam. Raven could see just by looking at him that he was a fighter.

Clyde was the last member spending the night. He was down to a wife-beater and workout shorts and ready to hit the hay. Raven saw him as a lovable grandfather, as long as you were on his good side. If you were on his bad side, he would get twenty years younger and plow anyone around him into the ground.

He sat on the end of his bunk and slid a knee brace up his leg. Clyde was already wearing one on an elbow. He was covered in scars from some of the roughest street fights that Raven had ever heard about, old-school shit with razor blades and broken glass. Clyde was a tough as they came, and he’d spent most of that night telling the younger ones what it was
really
like to be in a fight.

Tanner and Jenny were walking around with a black trash bag, cleaning up the dinner plates. Raven mouthed “thank you” to Jenny when the two met. That girl surprised Raven more and more each day. She had melded right into the biker lifestyle like it was inside her from birth. The other bikers saw it, too. None of them were crude to her about her stripping, and if anyone did try to rip on her, she could come back at them just as hard.

She liked being one of the guys, and they liked having her around. Between Sam’s wife and Jenny, the bikers were eating better than they had in years. Besides the accommodations and boredom, there weren’t too many complaints flying around.

“Clyde, Sam doesn’t believe me, but you told me that you smashed a bottle of whiskey over a cop’s head, right?” Hoser was back at Sam’s cot talking loud enough that Sam could hear from the other side of the room.

Clyde turned to face Sam. “Damn straight. In ’98, some new kid on the force in Bakersfield thought he’d ‘come in here and ‘clean things up.’ ” Clyde gave air quotes to accentuate his sarcastic tone. “He pretty much incited a riot, and I wasn’t havin’ none of it. Grabbed a bottle of Jack and got him with the corner.”

Both Sam and Hoser let out a groan at the same time. They felt the pain that the poor, stupid cop had felt.

“If I remember right, he got kicked off the force a few years later. Probably because I dropped is IQ down about ten points that night.” Clyde told the story with a weary boredom, but to the younger members listening, he was a god.

Raven stared at her cot. It was getting more uncomfortable every night. She yearned for something to happen. If the cops were coming, let them come, but damned if she had to keep sleeping on the saggy, uncomfortable piece of shit for one more night. She contemplated digging around for an extra blanket for support when the first Molotov cocktail flew through the high windows of Los Bandoleros.

Everyone’s instincts kicked in at the sound of the glass shattering. Clyde moved faster than he had in years. The bottle came down on the stage, coating it in flames on contact. Raven could feel the heat flare up as the bottle broke. Large broken sections of glass fell down from the window as everyone reached for their guns.

“Tanner! Get Jenny out of here,” Raven called to him as she ran for the table with the Rising Sons’ stockpile. Her handgun sat on the table, since she had just changed from the lingerie back into her biker attire. She pulled the slider back and stuffed the gun into her jeans. Then she pulled a combat shotgun off of the table and pumped a round into the barrel.

Everyone knew what to do. They had run to the table, or they were already holding their weapon of choice. Sam had a revolver in one hand and a semi-automatic handgun in the other. Clyde had a pistol sticking up out of the back of his jeans and an assault rifle in his hands. The two of them were fastest to the front door. They had their backs to it. The cinderblock wall would hold back any small caliber bullets the enemy might fire. Hoser grabbed a handgun, then ran for an extinguisher. The wooden stage was succumbing to the flames quick. As he ran across the dance floor, bullets tore through the front door.

Wood splintered and flew inwards as Hoser ran past. Raven ducked and watched him go by, checking to make sure nothing hit him as he did. He pulled the pin on the extinguisher and doused the flames in powder. Raven assumed he was all right. She backed up toward the bar as her brother and his girlfriend headed in the same direction.

She turned her attention to Tanner and Jenny as they ran past her toward the kitchen. Just as he put a boot to the door, Raven reached out and pulled him away from it. It swung open, and she saw someone standing there, another cocktail lighting up his face. A second later, the Molotov came flying through. It landed on the concrete floor, the burning alcohol spreading toward the table covered in guns.

Raven drew the shotgun up and fired from the hip through the wooden door. Once, twice, three times she pulled the trigger and pumped the fore grip, ejecting a spent shell with each shot. The third shot kicked what was left of the kitchen door open. She saw the stranger dropping to his knees. The door was clinging to the hinges, and she stepped forward and put a boot into it, knocking it forward. It landed on the man, with the porthole lining up with his anguished face. She stood at the foot of the door and put a final shot through the small window.

“Go,” she called to Tanner. “Be ready for more out back. Don’t try for the lot. I’m sure our bikes are up in smoke or there’s a sniper trained on them. Take her across the riverbed and then get the fuck back in here,” Raven shouted. She dug out her phone and called Trask.

She had to yell over the gunshots when he picked up. “The bar is under attack. Call everyone and get them here. Bring Hope. We’re gonna need a doc.” She hung up.

When she turned back around, Hoser was still battling the flames that had consumed three tables. She looked to the front door. It wasn’t in much better shape than the one leading to the back. It flew in, and just as someone stepped through, Sam put two shots into him. The man collapsed. He was wearing riding leathers and had a skull bandana over the bottom half of his face. Raven thought that if it was the cops, they’d have no need for disguises. These were bikers.