Beautiful Outlaw (20 page)

“Yeah, he is.  You’ve seen him smoke weed, so I don’t know why you’re surprised.”

“That’s not weed.” She says with a shake of her head.  “That a lot worse than marijuana.”

“It’s none of your fuckin’ business.”

Her body goes stiff and she takes a step back.  “What?”

Moving towards her, I put my hands on her arms and give them a tight squeeze.  “Nothing that goes on here has shit to do with you.  I just need you to stay by my side and keep your mouth shut.  When you’re here, you’re nothing more than arm dressing.”

It’s a shit thing to say, but it’s the truth.  She has to learn her place inside the clubhouse; the sooner the better.  If she doesn’t, there will be trouble.  Right now, I got enough shit to worry about without adding Shay’s mouth to the list.

“I can’t believe you said that to me.”

I lean forward, placing my nose inches from her.  “When you’re in this clubhouse, you do what I say.  I’ve already told you this shit, don’t make me repeat myself.”

Before she can reply, a hand comes down hard on my back.  I turn to see Toke standing close to me, too fuckin’ close for me.  “What do you want?”

“Having trouble with your woman?” He asks with a smirk on his face.

I shake my head as my arms snake around her shoulders.  “Not a bit.”

He nods and starts to walk past us and out the door.  Just before he steps outside he looks back to me.  In a voice that is low enough to only reach my ears he says, “Make sure she stays by your side and keeps her mouth shut. If Cash finds out she has an ounce of fire in her, he’ll be after her even more than he already is.”

With that he’s out the door, leaving me pissed as fuck.  For some reason his words didn’t sound like a threat; they were more of a warning.  I look down to Shay, making sure she can see my anger. “Like I said, keep your fuckin’ mouth shut.”

She has nothing to say to that, just hangs her head and walks with me to a table.  I pull her into my lap and motion for Rollo to join us.  As soon as he sits down, one of the club whores straddles his lap.  She is moving against him in a way that I’m sure is making his dick hard, while he rubs up and down her bare legs. 

I can feel the tension in Shay’s body grow, when he pulls on her shirt and bends his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth.  Still, Shay keeps her mouth shut.  Good, she’s learning. 

I give Rollo a minute to have his fun then get down to business.  Looking at the woman, I point toward the boys on the other side of the room.  “Get lost,” She doesn’t even hesitate.  Within seconds she’s across the room straddling another one of the brothers.

“Fuck, man.  I planned on keeping her tonight,” He says with a lazy smile.

“You can get her back later. Right now we need to talk.”

His eyes move to Shay then back to me.  “Looks like you’re too busy to be doing much talking right now.”

Normally, I would never talk shit in-front of a woman, but Shay is different.  She’s mine, not just some bitch I plan to fuck.  “Just tell me why it was so important that I showed up tonight.”

“Cash is out of town.  Thought this would be perfect time for you to talk to some of the boys.”

“Where the hell is he?” Cash is always on the road, but I usually know he’s gone before he walks out the door.

“I’m not sure.  He rode out this morning, said he had some business to take care of and wouldn’t be back for a few days.”

I’m not liking the sound of this, but his absence opens the door for me to talk to my brothers. There’s a lot of changes coming to the club. I need to feel them out and see who is going to back my play and figure out which ones need to hit the curb.

Making Friends

Shay

“I know you’re nervous, but this isn’t gonna be like the party at the clubhouse,” Bowies says as he looks at all the food lining the counter and kitchen table.  

Some of the guys from the club are coming over tonight. I’m not exactly sure what’s up, but I know it’s not just a visit.  There is something going on at the club. That was easy to see last night. I think Bowie is using tonight’s little party as a cover to talk about it.  I only know that much because I overheard him and Tin talking.  Didn’t hear a lot, but enough to know that neither of them is happy with the way their dad is running things. 

“I hope not,” I reply with a glare.  It took him hours to get me to talk to him after we came home from the clubhouse last night.  I’m still not sure I’ve forgiven him for the way he spoke to me, but my anger is slowly fading.  His mouth between my legs after we got home from the clubhouse helped to cool my temper.  Still, I don’t want him to think I’ve forgiven him for being an ass.

“I don’t know why you’re doing all this shit.  We could’ve just ordered pizza,” Bowie says for the third time, ignoring my attitude, as he grabs one of the mini-cheesecakes from the plate on the counter. 

I pull out another tray of sausage balls from the stove and look at Bowie.  “I just wanted to make something special. I’ve never met any of their wives, so I want to make a good first impression.”

I’m worried about getting to know everyone.  Marcus never allowed me to socialize.  We threw tons of parties and went to even more, but I was always glued to his side.  I met a lot of people, but I was never friends with any of them.  The few times a person would try to do more than give me a polite greeting, Marcus would monopolize the conversation in a way that let them know I was not to be spoken to. 

He walks to me and pulls me into his arms.  “The Old Ladies ain’t gonna give a shit if you order pizza.  They’ll see the ink on your arm, and they’ll know your one of them.”

After he says this, his fingers run over his name that is now proudly displayed on my right bicep.  He took me to get it two days after he moved me into his house.  I have to admit, I wasn’t too hip on the idea.  I’m happy with Bowie, but I’m not sure how long it’s going to last.  I can’t see a man like him spending his life tied to one woman.  I know there will probably come a time that he has had his fill of me, and I will be stuck wearing a permanent reminder of him.  Still, I got it remembering the words that Cash spoke that day at the club.  I would rather have Bowie’s name tattooed on my forehead than be anywhere near that man. 

“Well, they may be okay with pizza, but I’m not.  I like to cook, and I haven’t had much of a chance to do it.”  Mom taught me to cook when I was just a little girl.  By her side, I learned how to make everything from lasagna to banana cream pie.  When I married Marcus, I wasn’t allowed anywhere near the kitchen.  The majority of our meals were eaten at swanky restaurants, and the rest were prepared by his live-in cook.

He pulls me impossibly closer, plastering my front to his.  “Do what you want, baby.”

With that, he leans down and places a soft kiss on my lips.  It grows heated in seconds, but is cut short by the sound of a knock at the front door. Pulling back, he shoots me a wink.  “Okay, babe.  It’s time to meet the boys.”

****

“This is amazing.” Lila says as she dips another chip into my homemade artichoke dip, proving that Bowie was wrong.  The Old Ladies did care about the food.  

I smile at her.  “Thank you.”

I can already tell that Lila and I are going to be friends.  She is sweet as can be and has a wicked sense of humor.  She is nothing like I thought a biker’s woman would be.  She is pretty, in a natural sort of way.  She dresses conservatively, showing as little skin as possible.  Her bright red hair is pulled into a messy ponytail and her face is makeup free.  She is also rounded with her and Red’s third child that is due any day. They have been together since high school, and they already have two little girls, and are hoping this one is a boy.  She told me earlier that it didn’t matter if it was another girl.  Either way, this was their last baby. 

“I can’t believe he claimed an Old Lady.  I thought for sure he was gonna spend the rest of his life fuckin’ club whores.”  This comes from a very pretty but very tactless lady named Stacy.

She is married, or claimed as she puts it, to a large man named Rusty.  He introduced her to me by saying,
this one’s mine
and walking away.  She is everything I thought a biker’s woman would be.  Beautiful, but in a trashy way.  Low cut blouse, short skirt, dangerously long red nails, and heels I’m sure every stripper in the state would die for. 

“Shut it, you’re a big mouth.” Melissa, another Old Lady says.  She’s the oldest of the group, married to a man named Topper, and I can already tell she likes to play mom.  She looks at me and shakes her head.  “Ignore Stacy.  She doesn’t think before she speaks.”

“It’s true though.” Stacy says defending herself.  “Bowie is a dog.  He’s always knee deep in pussy.”

Melissa’s eyes narrow in on her and all the sweet I saw before disappears.  “Shut up.”

Oddly, Stacy does exactly what she says and goes back to munching on one of the mini-cheesecakes.  Yep, Melissa is the mom and Stacy knows better than to piss her off. 

“How did you and Bowie meet?” Lila asks, still munching away.

I’m not sure how much of my story these girls know, so I go as vague as possible with my answer.  “He was in the military with my brother.”

Stacy raises her overly sculpted brow.  “That’s all?  Nothing hot?  I figured he probably saw you somewhere and took you off to fuck.”

“I told you to shut up.” Melissa hisses at her, before turning to me.  “So your brother introduced you two?”

I nod, even though it’s not exactly true.  We met because of him, but he didn’t introduce us.  “Yeah, he did.”

Lila wiggles in her seat, excitement coming off her is waves.  “I know I shouldn’t ask, but I’ve gotta know.  What’s Bowie like.”

“What?” It takes a minute for me to grasp her meaning, but when Stacy snorts it all becomes clear.  I can feel heat hit my cheeks and I shake my head.  “I don’t know.”

Melissa grabs my hand and smiles.  “It’s okay, you can tell us.  I’ve known that boy for years, and I’ve always wondered if he’s as good as he looks.”

I notice Stacy straightening in her seat, staring at me intently.  “He’s gotta be wild in bed.”

Wild, yeah that’s a good word to describe him, but he can also be sweet.  Over the last few days, he’s given me both.  Wild and crazy, in nearly every room of the house.  Then sweet and gentle in our bed at night. 

“He’s wonderful, but I’m not sure I know how to explain it.” Even if I could find the right words, I don’t really think I should be telling people about mine and Bowie’s sex life. 

“Try.” Lila orders on a laugh.

I look around the room to the ladies that I will probably be spending a lot of time with and nod.  Leaning forward, I start to give the juicy details when I hear boots stomping into the room.  I look up just as Bowie steps into sight.  He is staring at the other ladies. “She’s not telling you shit.”

I can feel my cheeks blush, when he looks to me.  His face is hard, but I can see laughter dancing in his eyes.  I shake my head and lie right to his face. “I wasn’t going to tell them anything.”

“They shouldn’t of fuckin’ asked.” Rusty says, walking past Bowie and drawing my attention.  When he reaches Stacy, he grabs her by the arm and pulls her up.  “I’m gonna have to punish you when we get home.”

By the way she plasters herself to the front of his body, she likes that idea.  When she shoves her tongue down his throat, I know I’m right.  I look away from them and back to Bowie, to see him still staring down at me. His hand reaches down, pulling me from my seat.  He wraps his arms around my shoulder and starts talking to his friends that have now filled the room.  

It takes a few minutes, but slowly everyone starts to file out the door.  Lila grabs my hand just before her and Red leave.  “I’ll stop by in a few days, and let you meet the girls.”

“I would love that.” Just the thought of having a real friend has me feeling warm inside. 

She starts to say something else, but Red grabs her hand and pulls her out the door.  I can hear her telling him that he’s rude as they walk away. He responds by slapping her on the ass.

I don’t try to stifle my laugh, when I look up to Bowie.  “I like your friends.”

He doesn’t say anything, just smiles at me and pulls me to the kitchen where Tin and Rollo are sitting at the table.  Bowie gives me a little squeeze and says, “Head on to bed, babe.”

I nod, realizing they want to talk alone.  Before I can even take a step, he pulls be back to him.  He leans down and whispers in my ear.  “I want you naked when I get there.”

They’ve Got My Back

Bowie

I watch her walk away, waiting for her to disappear from my sight, before grabbing a beer from the fridge.  I take my seat at the table and look at Tin.  “What do you think?”

“I think everyone is on board but Topper,” Rollo answers for him.

“He put his money in, so he’s got our backs,” I reply, hoping my words are true. 

Rollo shakes his head.  “I don’t know, brother.  He didn’t seem too sure.”

Tin voices his opinion.  “Topper’s just old school and doesn’t like going against his president.  If it comes down to it, he’ll be by our side when we go after Cash.”

That’s what I’m thinking too.  Topper has been around as long as I can remember.  He’s not an original or even a decedent like the three of us, but he is loyal to the Savage Outlaws.  Right now, Cash is our leader and he doesn’t like going behind his back.  Still, he knows that the shit going on right now isn’t right.  He’ll do what he has to when the time comes.

“When do we start?” Rollo asks, leaning against the back of his chair. 

“Soon as we get back from Alabama,” I hate, fuckin’ hate, leaving Shay, but I have no choice.  This shit has to be fixed with the Sixes before we can move forward with our plans to remove Cash from his throne. 

Even worse, Cash has the other boys running another shipment up north, while we’re in Alabama.  So I have no one here that I trust to keep an eye on her.  I thought about taking her to Nina’s, but that would only put them all at a greater risk.  No doubt in my fuckin’ mind, Cash wouldn’t think twice about taking out Nina or Priss if they got in his way.