Behind Blue Eyes (6 page)

“That is so creepy.” Ella took a step back. “Do I need to get a restraining order for you?” Ella placed a hand on her hip as she held his brown eyes with hers.

“Not yet,” Pipe smiled. “I only stalk you online, not in person. When I start doing that, I’ll let you know.”

She turned to Nuke. Not that he was any better than Pipe, but at least when he did come to the club he kept his hands and dirty comments to himself. “I can’t tell if he’s joking, is he joking?”

“He’s serious. You might need to make your Facebook page private and move just in case!”

“It is private and I can’t afford to move!” Ella quickly added.

“I guess you’re getting stalked then,” Nuke replied with a calm tone.

“I got technology skills people don’t know about,” Pipe interjected with an evil grin.

“It’s Facebook, shit even I can stalk people on that site,” Kevin bragged.

“You should go on Pinterest,” Nuke replied.

Kevin whipped his head around and glared at Nuke. “Bro, what the fuck?”

“Jasmine loves it; she doesn’t like Facebook. I don’t fucking PIN SHIT, STOP STARING AT ME THAT WAY!”

“I remember one time you had four bitches tied up; you shared that pussy, too, with all of us. Had those gashes begging for the ten and a half inches of Nuke. Left them cunts there for hours to be used by anyone. Now look at you, taking about Pinterest.” Kevin shook his head. “What happened, bro?” Kevin asked half-jokingly. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Jasmine; he did. He just didn’t understand why Nuke was still so obsessed with her. Nuke’s affection for a woman never lasted this long. He’d get one, use her, then pass her on to someone else. He also didn’t understand why he chose to settle for one pussy after all of this time, especially when there were so many to choose from.

“I met the baddest bitch on the planet!” Nuke smirked.

Kevin shook his head. He then turned toward the dance floor, where he got distracted by two females who were dancing together.

Ella turned back to Pipe. “You want your usual?”

“If you know my usual then maybe you’re stalking me.”

“I’m not stalking you! It’s my job to know what people want.”

“Well I want to fuck, but you’re not giving me any pussy!”

“WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DRINK?” Ella wasn’t sure if she was afraid, flattered or repulsed by Pipe at that moment.

“Pussy juice, it does a body good!”

Ella took a deep breath and exhaled.

“This is really awkward, anyone else think this is awkward?” Kevin looked back and forth between Ricky and Nuke.

“Yep,” they both said.

“Are they flirting or getting ready to call 911 on each other? Because I can’t tell.”

“I think this is how Pipe flirts,” Nuke replied as he looked at his watch. “Three Jack Daniels straight up, Ella.”

She nodded and left the VIP section. She glanced back over her shoulder with a quick look back at Pipe.

“I didn’t know you had white chicks working here. Where you get Ella from?” Kevin asked.

“She applied for the job!” Ricky responded with an angry look. “She’s not the only one. All nationalities work here, including a few pasty-ass white boys!”

Nuke let out a loud laugh.

Pipe snickered as he scanned the crowd.

“What can I do for you boys?” Ricky said as he adjusted the rings on his fingers.

Nuke scooted in close to Ricky; “What’s going on with the ESGs? Do we have a problem there? We heard they’re double dealing.”

Ricky shook his head. “They’re a pain in my ass lately. That’s between them and me. I had a good thing going with Levan, and then poof, he’s MIA. I heard he’s head deep in the St. Joe River. Andre and his boys think they’re real fucking gangsters. But they’re not stupid. They won’t fuck with the Hells Vipers; lots of good history there. It’s that fake-ass MC club over on Drexel.”

“You knew about the club and didn’t tell us?” Pipe questioned him.

“Because they aren’t SHIT!  Only five of them got motorcycles. All they have are leather jackets with a lame-ass insignia on the back. They sit around that house and talk about what they want to do but don’t do a damn thing. They aren’t a threat to your club.”

“They’re wearing our colors. That’s disrespectful!” Nuke added.

Ricky nodded. “I can understand your feeling on that.” 

“We’re going to handle this. Are we going to have a problem with you or the ESGs?”

“Naw,” Ricky answered.

“Cool,” Nuke said as he sat back.

Ella returned with the drinks. “Anything else?” she asked.

“Have my baby!” Pipe winked at her.

“I don’t need another deadbeat dad in my life,” she told Pipe as she walked away.

“Have your baby, seriously bro?” Kevin stared at him. “I need to teach you how to get civilian pussy.”

Pipe laughed as he stood up. “I’ll be back.” He sauntered out of the VIP section.

“Where’s he going?” Ricky asked.

“He’s probably harassing Ella.” Kevin picked up his drink and took a swallow.

Ricky snorted. “Nuke, why don’t you freelance like you used too?”

“Didn’t you hear me earlier? He’s married and he’s taking the vows seriously,” Kevin laughed as he finished off his whiskey.

Nuke snickered. 

“That’s why I got a wifey and a side bitch but not a wife,” Ricky added. “Easier to get rid of both of them bitches than filing for divorce from one.”

“This is for life,” Nuke said calmly. Nuke was trying hard to push down the feeling of dread that he was having. He truly feared that something was going to come between him and Jasmine eventually.

“You got crazy, stalker ex-husband written all over you!” Ricky laughed. “I told you to stay away from that black chick back when you first hooked up with her. What you going to do when she gets tired of the lifestyle? Most women like the thrill of what we do for a minute. They like the money, the danger. Then, when things get tough, they’re out like a light! Men in our business can’t keep the same woman for life. Women need stability. Dudes like us,” Ricky pointed back and forth between him and Nuke, “we can’t give a woman that. It’s why they leave.”

“Leaving isn’t an option,” Nuke said as he took out his phone and checked his messages.  There was a text from Jasmine asking if he wanted dinner saved. He smiled as a small wave of reassurance washed over him for the moment.

“Nuke was crazy when he met her,” Kevin butted into the conversation.

“True, very true.” Ricky nodded.

“It’s different with me and Jasmine.” Nuke put his phone away after he texted her back. He took a swallow of his whiskey to stop the jittery feeling deep in his bones. Nuke finished off his drink and sat it down on the table.

Ricky shook his head. “That poor woman, she’s never going to get rid of you.” Ricky laughed as he looked long and hard at Nuke. He could tell from the look in his eyes that Nuke meant every word he was saying.

“Psycho. I love you, bro, but you’re a fucking psycho,” Kevin said as he motioned for Ella and ordered more drinks.

***

Kevin, Nuke and Pipe walked out of Club Mirror shortly after 1 a.m. They were heading to their bikes when Pipe told them to wait a moment. They followed him a few feet away toward a parked car. Ella was sitting in the driver seat, crying.

“What’s wrong?” Pipe called out to her as he approached her car.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. It won’t start. I can’t deal with this right now. I just can’t!”

He could tell that she was fighting hard to stop crying but she didn’t know what else to do. “Pop the hood and let me take a look at it.”

Ella did as he told her. Nuke and Kevin stood off to the side. Nuke shot a look at Kevin and rolled his eyes with a small laugh.

Pipe messed around under the hood for a few minutes. Then he yelled for her to try starting it again. Nothing. This brought on a new wave of tears from Ella.

“Hey, it’s alright. I can call a tow truck. Take it to our garage. We’ll check it out for you,” he said to her as he walked back around to the driver’s side window.

“If don’t get home soon, my babysitter charges me five dollars extra every hour that I’m late. I can’t afford a tow. I can’t afford to get this fixed. FUCK!” she scream as she slumped over, defeated.

“Hey,” Pipe said as he opened her door and knelt down. He reached in and gently brushed back her hair. “I’ll call a cab for you and I’ll pay for it. The car can get towed to our garage, like I said. I’ll work on it free of charge. Just relax. It’s going to be alright. I know it’s tough for you, being a single parent.”

“Free? Nothing in life is free. What do you want?” She watched him closely for a lie but saw none.

“Nothing, honest” He smiled at her.

“I’m not doing some weird biker sex thing!” She brushed back the tears from her cheek. “I know what you guys like. I’m not going to be whored out, either.”

“I’m not asking you to. I know I flirt around, but it’s harmless crap. I know our reputation, but I’m sincerely trying to help you out.” Pipe stood up and took out his phone. He called a cab for her and the tow truck from the Vipers garage.

Ella glanced back at Nuke and Kevin. They were leaning up against the trunk of her car smoking. She searched around in her glove compartment for a napkin. Finding one, she wiped her eyes and blew her nose.

“The cab will be here in a few minutes. Call the Vipers garage tomorrow afternoon and ask for me. I should know what’s wrong with it by then. Here.” Pipe reached into his pocket and took out two hundred dollars.

“No,” Ella shook her head. “I can’t take money from you because I don’t know when I’d be able to pay you back.”

“You don’t have to. Pay the babysitter and you’ll probably have to take a cab to work in the morning and one to come pick up the car when it’s finished.”

Ella climbed out of her vehicle. Pipe took her hand and placed the money in her palm and closed her fingers over it. She looked down at the money, then she hesitantly reached up and gave him a hug. “Thank you!” She kissed his cheek. “This is really sweet of you to do.”

“No thanks needed,” Pipe replied with a sexy grin.

They made small talk until the cab showed up and drove her home.

***

Nuke walked up to the front of the car looked beneath the hood. He re-hooked the battery cables. “How did you know she wouldn’t look underneath the hood herself?”

“I’ve been tracking her online off and on for a few months. She doesn’t know a damn thing about cars,” Pipe said as he took out a cigarette. “She works hard, but she’s a bit shallow, always talking selfies. Her posts are mainly her complaining about how she needs a good man to take care of this or how bad her kids are. She’s been on a few dates since she split with her ex, but she immediately dogs the guy out online. She posts about how the guy didn’t spend enough time or money on her or some stupid shit like that. Vehicles are not at the top of her list of things to know about, nor is she as smart as she thinks she is.”

“She’s got that cute bitch syndrome! They don’t realize that gets old and so do they.” Kevin snorted. “She’s going to be posting about your ass after a while.”

Pipe shrugged. “I don’t give a shit about social sites,” he said and laughed. “What the fuck is it going to do, give me a bad reputation?”

They all laughed out loud.

“Ella is one of those women who takes more time and effort into getting the best selfie than thinking about who she’s letting squirt up in her pussy,” Nuke said with a laugh. “Her priorities are fucked up. Just like most of society nowadays. Also bravo on the hero performance.” Nuke bowed to Pipe.

“Thank you very much!”

“You want that pussy, huh?” Kevin asked as they walked back to their motorcycles.

“Kind of!” Pipe replied as they got onto their bikes. “I’m kind of bored, figured this might be a mini-challenge.”

“You giving the car back tomorrow?” Nuke questioned as he started up his motorcycle.

“No, I’m going to tell her I had to order a part for the car. Then I’ll offer to drive her back and forth to work for a few days. Take her and the kids to dinner and a movie, maybe. That should get me some pussy, don’t you think?”

“Get you a blow job maybe,” Nuke replied.

“I’ll take a blow job from her, for now,” Pipe said as they rode out of the parking lot.

Bodies

A week after the officers’ meeting, the first line of defense took up their positons shortly after two in the morning. Rocket nervously tapped his foot on the floor board of the unmarked van. “How do we know how many people are in the house?”

“We don’t,” Toby said, his blue eyes closed as he lay stretched out on the floor of the van. His black hoodie was under his head like a pillow. His blonde hair hung down to his shoulders.

“What if we’re outnumbered?” Rocket bit down on the nail of his index finger. His right knee was bouncing up and down so hard it was shaking the van.

“Then we die.” Toby peeped out at the hang around with one eye. He then lowered his forearm arms across his freshly shaved face. “Relax and stop shaking the damn van!”

“Four are in the house, kid. Toby is just fucking with you!” Vince said from the driver’s seat. “We’re good at this; we’re not going to get caught slipping. We did the appropriate recon.”

Rocket stared at the baseball bat that lay across his lap. He looked at it as if he was expecting it to do something; it didn’t. Fear was spreading all over his face and body. His eyes darted back and forth between everyone in the van and then outside toward their destination. He looked at Toby again. “Tell me again: why we don’t have guns? I think we should have guns, don’t you, Ice?”

The short-haired blonde shrugged his shoulders. “I do what they tell me to do. I want my top rocker. If they tell me to go in there and beat them with my dick, I’ll do it,” Ice replied as he stretched out his long legs and waited patiently. He had three pieces of fence iron welded together. A third of the way down he had black electrical tape wrapped around the iron for a decent grip.

“We’re the first line of defense, the intervention team. We go in, we beat some motherfuckers but we’re not killing anybody. It’s a warning and we’re stripping them of their cuts,” Vince replied, slightly bored with the reassuring. “They can’t wear our colors in our city.”

“What if they keep fucking up, then what?” Rocket asked.

“Then the hit squad goes in and that name is self-explanatory. Now shut the fuck up and focus.”

Rocket held his nervous silence for a moment. “What if they shoot at us?”

“Then we die,” Toby replied dryly. “Now if you don’t shut the hell up, those assholes in that house will be the least of your worries.”

***

VP Toby started swinging his piece of plywood as soon as he kicked in the door. His blonde hair was flying through the air as he charged forward. He resembled a Viking storming forward in battle. The first blow hit one of the bikers in the jaw, knocking him out cold.

A sexy Latina girl ran naked out of the kitchen and toward the back door. “Grab that bitch!” Vince screamed at Rocket.

Rocket stood frozen in the midst of the chaos. Ice cursed as he raced past Rocket and went after the girl. He caught up with her just as she opened the back door. He wrapped one of his big, tattooed arms around her neck and dragged her back into the main room. He growled for her to stop screaming as she fought and struggled. “Shut up! You’re not going to die!” Ice huffed as he opened a closet, tossed her inside and closed the door.

Vince swung his bat at another member of the Disciples of Ares and missed. The fake biker tried to reach for his gun, which he had tucked in his waist band. Vince swung the bat again and landed a direct hit to his jaw. The dazed gang member fell to the floor. He dropped the gun and Vince picked it up, using it to pistol-whip him into unconsciousness.

Toby and Ice finished their assault on the remaining members who had charged at them. Within minutes, it was over and done with. Three men lay beaten and bloody on the floor. Vince and Toby picked up several guns and tucked them into their own waistbands. All of them turned and stared at Rocket.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Ice yelled at Rocket. “You could have gotten us all killed!”

“Where’s the other one?” Rocket frantically called out. “Four, right? Or were you guys counting the girl?”

Vince tore his eyes away from Rocket. “No, no, the count didn’t include the girl.”

“You’re a little bitch, you know that!” Toby screamed at Rocket.’

“I…” Rocket stammered as his eyes darted behind Ice. “There!” he shouted.

Toby took off after a biker member who had just jetted out of the back door. They raced through the backyard and around toward the front of the house. The Disciples of Ares member stopped in the middle of the street and pulled his weapon. He fired twice at Toby.

The impact of the bullet spun Toby’s body around, and he landed on the lawn in front of the house. He reached into his leather cut, pulled out his Glock and fired off three quick rounds. But he had missed the dark-haired, Hispanic male, who was fleeing down the street, darting in between houses.

Vince and Ice raced over to Toby. He laid there on the ground, grunting from the impact of the amino. He lifted up his shirt and showed them the bullet proof vest he had on. “Go after that fucker!” he grunted as he staggered to his feet.

Ice took off running down the street. Vince helped Toby balance as he stood up. Rocket exited the house and raced toward them. He hesitated at he approached them. “I froze, I’m sorry! I can fix my fuck-up!” he yelled as he took off in the direction that Ice had run.

“He’s an idiot.” Vince shook his head with belief.

“I should just shoot him and put him out of our misery!” Toby said.

Vince laughed as they walked back to the van. “Let’s go after them before Rocket gets Ice killed.

“Yeah,” Toby grunted as he took off his shirt and bulletproof vest. He rubbed his chest. “This hurts like fuck!”

“Sit in the van. I’ll grab their cuts. Then we’ll get those two and head back to the clubhouse. Have Medic check you out.”

***

“Suck it,” Kevin said as he shoved his dick toward Zoe.

She took his cock in her mouth, slid her hand down to her pussy and began playing with her clit.

“Did I tell you to play with your cunt?” Kevin pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped her across the face. “You stupid whore!”

“I’m sorry!” Zoe said quietly. 

“We should grab one of them new bitches!” Medic said.

Zoe took her hand from her pussy and began to stroke Medic’s cock.

“No shit! You think she’d know what we want by now!” Kevin grunted as he stuck his dick back in her mouth. He reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels and gulped down what was left.

Medic grabbed both of Zoe hands and pulled them behind her back. He took his belt off and bound her wrists. He then started to slide his hands over her creamy bare ass, rubbing and squeezing each cheek. He slapped her ass hard enough to leave his hand print.

Zoe began whimpering and moaning. Medic ordered Zoe to spread her legs.

She obeyed, spreading her legs wider for Medic as she sucked on Kevin’s tasty cock.

Medic grabbed her wet pussy and shoved three fingers into her wet cunt. He began vigorously finger-fucking her. “Grand fucking canyon, easy bitch to fist.” He slipped four fingers inside as a smile crossed his face. “Yeah, her cunt is stretching; she’s juicy as hell.”

“Hey, come here!” Medic called over to a dark haired girl named Kim who was walking through the game room. Kim rushed over, taking her clothes off as she moved toward them.

She stood over Medic waiting to be told what to do. “Get down here!” He shook his head as he looked at Kevin. “What the fuck, man? Are they all fucking high tonight? They know the routine, shit!”

“We really should have gotten one of the new ones!” Kevin said as he took his cock from Zoe’s mouth and pushed her head down farther to suck on his balls.

Kim moved awkwardly, not sure where she should go or what to do. Finally, Medic took his hand from Zoe’s pussy and shoved his fingers into Kim’s mouth before pushing her head down. “Get on your back and lick her pussy!” he commanded Kim.

She scooted under Zoe and latched onto her pussy.  Kim squealed as Medic rammed his thick dick into her tight cunt.

“Fuck yeah. That’s it bitch, scream for me!” he said as he started to pound deep into her cunt. Medic moved her legs up onto his shoulders as he plunged deep into her pussy.

Kevin reached over and started to massage Kim’s clit as he choked Zoe with his cock. “Let’s switch,” Kevin said.

Medic rolled his eyes and grunted, “No.”

“Fine!” Kevin pulled Zoe forward and pushed her face down onto the floor. He rammed his cock into Zoe and started pounding her hard. His breathing sped up and he gripped Zoe’s hair. “Fucking whore!”

Medic moaned as he filled Kim with his cock. Her pussy was dripping as he shoved his cock in and out of her.

Kevin pulled from Zoe’s cunt and moved her head back to his cock. She sucked him down, licking away at her own juices as he shot his hot cum down her throat. She gulped him down, then licked him clean. She looked up at him waiting to be told what to do next. She needed him to see how well she obeyed.

“You can go!” Kevin said as he slid back against the sofa, unfulfilled. He motioned for her to turn around and he released the belt.

He watched Medic shoot his load all over Kim moments later. Medic rolled off and lay on the floor, pulling the dark-haired girl onto his chest.

“That sucked, didn’t it?” Kevin said as he stood up and zipped up his jeans. He would have been better off using his hand and jacking off.

Medic nodded as he kissed Kim on the head and pushed her away. “I need an old lady; this shit is getting old!”

Zoe shot them both a look and stomped naked out of the room.

“We should have got one of the new ones!” Kevin added.

Medic shrugged. “Next time.”

The first line of defense sauntered back into the clubhouse towing a beaten, bloody Rocket behind them.

“You two having fun?” Vince asked as he laughed out loud.

“Not really!” Medic replied as he stood up and zipped up his jeans. “What happened there?” He pointed with his head toward Rocket.

“Toby beat the shit out of him. He froze at the house. Toby is also in a pissed-off mood because one of the Disciples of Ares assholes shot at him. Good thing for him he had armor on.”

Medic walked over to Rocket. He raised his bloody face and moved it from side to side. “You want me to patch him up?”

“No.” Toby then grabbed a handful of Rocket’s red hair and lifted his head. “You in or out, asshole?” he asked with a grimace.

“In,” Rocket mumbled as blood spilled from his mouth.

Toby nodded as he shoved Rocket forward.

“I take it you did well, Ice. You’re not covered in blood,” Kevin said.

Ice glanced at Toby and Vince. “I do what I’m told to do. I want my top rocker.”

“Good attitude kid, real good,” Kevin responded.

“He beat the snot out of that fake ass biker he chased after. Reminded me of a mini-Nuke.” Vince snorted as he slapped Ice on the back. “You into that hardcore BDSM stuff, too?”

“Nope!” Ice said as he grabbed a towel from the bar and started to wipe the blood off of his weapon.  “I like that age-play shit. Dress her up in a school girl outfit, discipline…” He grinned. “Yeah, I like that. Young, old, skinny, fat, don’t matter to me. She just has to be willing to play the role with me.”

“We need to change our name to The Freaks MC!” Toby chuckled as he grabbed an ice cold beer from the bar. He rubbed the bottle on the bruises that were now appearing on his chest.

“I think that name is taken already,” Kevin said.

A hacking sound started to echo off the walls. They all turned and glared with revulsion on their faces as Rocket started to vomit all over the floor.

Vince twisted around to face Toby. “I should have let you shoot him.”

“Yep,” everyone in the room said at the same time.