Big Dog (6 page)

Big Dog pointed his finger at the men in the room. “You find her, and you bring her to me. You let me deal with her when she gets here, do you overmedicated fucks understand simple instructions? We need her, she was at the meet that night, and she saw everything that happened. Each one of us lost someone or something that night, and if you bastards have fucked up two hard damn years of searching for her, someone’s gonna be tagged John Doe, along with those two motherfuckers on ice.”

Ten men left the room, the last one grabbed the limp arm of the Prospect and dragged him out the door with the rest. Five of them were ten year Bastards and five were patch overs from the Chiefs. Charlie remained with Big Dog.

“Not tryin’ to piss you off, big man, but what did you expect her to do? Did you tell her that you needed to keep those Breed alive until the meeting? You told me that she went apeshit when she seen them, and one was hated more than the other one. Would it have been so bad to let her have at him? Taking away her dagger first, I mean. She could’ve relieved some of that hate and might’ve calmed her down for a few days until you decided to tell her why you wanted her here.”

His morning had already deteriorated way beyond shit. Merlin dragged his fried ass to the club and brought his goofy old lady, Muffy, with him. They wanted to see Oracle, and when they couldn’t find her, they sent for him. After two hours of searching and questioning people, his temper got the better of him and he finally got some answers when he started busting heads.

If they didn’t find her before the meeting on Tuesday, several people were going to die. He wanted to let Future, Oracle, or whatever the fuck her name was, to fuck up that big son-of-a-bitch, but revenge would have to wait. He’d been waiting almost three years for his portion, she could damn well wait her turn.

Crazy Charlie had a point, it wouldn’t have hurt to let her break her knuckles on their worthless hides until she got tired. The only reason he hadn’t allowed it was that he hadn’t thought of it. That pissed him off a bit, but not enough to worry about it. When she was brought back, he would make the offer to her. If she behaved herself, he might even tell the reason for her presence. One thing was sure, he’d heard enough about that pussy pink bike. The feel of her body against his when he’d held her back from gutting Jarl, had been a surprise. He liked the way she fit, tucked in his embrace. Her little ass snuggled against the zipper of his jeans felt good. The feeling of her tits lying over his arm felt good too. The sight of her face when he’d finally let her loose made him want to pull her back into his arms and comfort her, let her know she might have a chance to gain the revenge she wanted. But he couldn’t tell her that, he couldn’t be soft on her, at least not until after the meeting. Once that was out of the way, he was going to have her in his bed, and find out if she smelled like mint and honey all over her body, or just where his nose had inhaled the scent at her neck while he’d had her in his arms. His face was close enough to see the pointed nipples under her cut. He’d looked down, intending to tell her to be calm, and got a look at those tips under that tight red shirt. Oh yeah, once the business was taken care of, he planned to find out what color her nipples were.

*****

Three days later, 8:00 a.m.…

Future rolled into the gates of the compound and parked the bike. The kid at the gate had waved her through as if he’d been expecting her. She walked into the front doors and only saw a few people lounging around in the communal game room/room for every event it was needed for. She wanted to laugh when she saw Demon, with his head between a woman’s thighs, where he must have passed out. Both of them were sleeping.

There were a few such couples in various states of undress cuddled together, sleeping the night’s activities away. A woman with an impressive set of breasts was wandering around the room, picking up articles of clothing, and dropping them where she found them, until she picked up a very small tank top and pulled it over her head.

Future continued on her way into the dining room/bar, and smelled freshly brewed coffee. She went to the buffet and filled a mug, adding cream and a half teaspoon of sugar before walking back to the table she’d claimed a few days ago. After two days of rest and struggling with her own demons, she was ready for whatever came her way. That resolve included being taunted by the sight of her nightmares and the cruel club President, Big Dog. She would wait, and when the time came, she would find a way to gain her revenge. If things went bad around here, she at least had a bolt hole to hide in until the heat was off.

By the time her second cup of coffee was halfway gone, she was growing bored. More people trickled into the room, and although there were several that she recognized, it was just like growing up here. No one to talk to. No one wanted to be seen talking to the nutcase who knew their secrets. The few couples that stumbled in together went their separate ways from the door into the room.

Demon, minus his late night snack, came through the door, rubbing his face and running his hand through his hair. He set a course straight to the bar, where a member named Tiny was setting up brews for those that were in need.

He sucked the beer down and reached for another one. Before he could put it to his lips, he let out a loud belch and rubbed his flat stomach, telling the bartender, “Breakfast of Champs.” He tilted the bottle at the man and brought it to his lips to take a few slower swallows. He must have felt her amused gaze, because he turned her way and stopped with the beer halfway to his lips. He reached in his pocket and fought with the phone that was stuck between the seam and the facing. Once it was in his hand, he began scrolling for the right number, and Future was doing all she could not to laugh out loud. He slopped beer on the floor before setting the bottle on the bar, then he must have found the person he was searching for since he pushed the screen and brought the black box to his ear. He reached over with his now free hand and grabbed his beer.

She didn’t catch what he said, but she was pretty sure it was a call concerning her presence at the club, from the way he kept staring at her. She shook her head at his stare and got up to refill her coffee, and see if there was a stray Danish or biscuit that looked fairly fresh for her breakfast.

She found herself shoved back down on the chair and the coffee cup fell from her hand and shattered on the floor next to her. “You stay right the fuck put. No more disappearing, no more running around worrying everyone.” The Demon he was named after was showing in his eyes. They were narrowed and cold. The term stone faced filtered through her mind.

She’d vowed to handle whatever came her way today or she would have given him a piece of her mind since his seemed to be still lying between that girl’s thighs. “I was going to get a refill and grab something to eat. I’ve been here for over an hour already, so I think you can relax.”

He yelled over his shoulder, “Pressley, get your ass over here.” Although Demon never took his eyes off her to see the young Prospect run to his side, she saw it, and shook her head at him. “Tell him what you want and he’ll get it.”

She smiled at the young man with the small bull ring in the cartilage of his nose, “Coffee, cream, half teaspoon of sugar please, and if there is a Danish or something I would love one, thank you.”

She waited until the kid left and asked him, “What’s got your panties in a twist? From what I saw when I got here, you should have woke up in a good mood. Instead, you’re acting like I’m going to steal something.”

Demon wasn’t speaking to her either it seemed. Pressley came back with her coffee, and a small plate with donut holes and half slices of French toast. She smiled at him again and told him thanks, before eating her sugary meal.

The coffee was gone, Demon was on his third beer, and he’d finally stopped looming over her, sitting himself in a chair near enough to grab her if she tried to run. He still hadn’t spoken to her and they’d been sitting there for over an hour when she decided she’d had enough. She needed to see her parents and more pressing, she needed to pee.

She stood and began walking to the room she assumed was the bathroom. If he tried to stop her, there might be a puddle on the floor soon. He didn’t try to stop her, he followed her into the room, and waited while she sat in the stall and did her thing. He waited until she’d washed her hands, and followed her from the small room. If he was going to go to her parents, they might draw the conclusion that she was involved with one of the members and it would tickle them to death. She ought to put him through such torture, but even for fun, there was no way she would take a man that smelled like some other woman’s crotch across the street, let alone to her parents’ home.

She tried one more time, “Demon, I know you are thinking I plan to run, why I have no idea. But if I promise to stay right here, will you please go wash the smell of old tuna fish off your face, it stinks, and while I normally wouldn’t say a thing, you’re the one insisting on sitting here. I’m the one being tortured.”

Tiny heard every word and shouted in laughter. Demon shot him an evil look, but it was wasted, because Tiny was bent at the waist laughing so hard tears ran down his chubby cheeks. “She’s right, man, I never say anything, ‘cause I have the same problem when the old lady needs to be serviced. Damn, bro, she’s got you pinned. Go ahead, I’ll watch her until you get back.” He chuckled, “I’ll have Pressley chase her down and I’ll sit on her, she won’t get far.” He began laughing again and several men who were still in the room, laughed because Tiny was laughing. They had no idea why he was laughing, but his high pitch was hilarious.

Demon gave her a warning look, and nodded to his replacement. “I’ll be ten minutes tops.”

Future asked Tiny if he had a broom and dust pan, and was handed one to clean up the broken cup. She handed the things back, and he handed her a wet cloth to mop up the sticky mess that had dried while Demon insisted on her ass being glued to the chair. She moved herself to the bar, because Tiny seemed like the friendly type and they exchanged quips and bar jokes. She offered to send him a book with several bar games in it, from beer pong to balancing bottles on foreheads doing a walking obstacle course. “We have game night at the Petite Bruja, every other Friday. It’s our busiest night and you’ll be surprised at how many people participate.”

Demon was back within his self allotted time, but he wasn’t wearing a shirt, so she teased him about trolling for the chickie babies. “Damn, boy, don’t you get enough women chasing after you without having to advertise those nipple studs?”

The arrival of Big Dog saved him from answering her playful comments. If he’d fucked her like he wanted to back when he met her, maybe the thought of busting her wouldn’t bother him so much. He didn’t want to like her, especially after the past couple of days while she was missing, and the Prez raged around the place, busting heads and demanding results. Once he found out that she’d come back on her own, he could just about guess what Big Dog was going to say about the men’s abilities to find their asses with both hands. He would be right too. The urgency to bring her back was doubled last night when a call came through from Lucifer’s Breed. They wanted the meeting to take place tonight, they didn’t want to wait until Tuesday.

The only reason they could have for the accelerated timeline was that someone must have been discussing club business outside of the compound. Somehow, they’d found out the star witness was found, and now was missing, and wanted to push the talks up as fast as they could. Demon knew Big Dog was concerned she might have been taken. Dorsey was still on the loose and her very presence made a lie out of his story of attempted heroism that night.

Big Dog knew she was there, but he was almost too mad to speak. He’d seen the pussy bike and as far as a woman’s ride, it was fine, black with orange flames would be more his style. He walked up to her and held out his hand. “Keys.” He wasn’t asking, he was demanding. When she stubbornly shook her head no, he didn’t ask again. “Demon, get Chewy to help you put that pussy bike in the warehouse, and take the front tire off, before you leave it.”

She was furious, and let him know in no uncertain terms, “What the hell? You can’t do that. I came here under my own steam, no one had to drag me here. I haven’t broken any rules, and this is bullshit. The club’s rules state that I can leave in good standing anytime I wish.” She folded her arms and gave him a narrow-eyed look that she used in the bar at home. Of course at the Petite Bruja, that look usually meant she was reaching for the baseball bat behind the bar.

He stood looming over her and grinned, “You just refused an order from the club’s president. I do believe that is a rule broken, a big one.” He had her, she would have to agree to whatever he wanted now, if she wanted her ride back. After talking to Charlie, he knew he would need to have something she wanted to gain her cooperation. Since letting her seriously hurt or possibly kill the leverage, he had to bring Lucifer’s Breed President back to the field, wasn’t going to happen, yet.

With her testimony in front of both clubs, revenge would be his and the Chiefs, who were now patched over to the Burning Bastards MC.

His plan to challenge a territory line had been met with resistance, and he no longer gave a shit what Lucifer’s Breed demanded. He was up to his ass in hints and innuendos about the Breed’s plans to “School the Bastards, like they’d schooled the Chiefs.”

Tonight, any schooling would be done by him.

He needed to keep her busy for a few hours before it would be time to leave for this meeting. “Georgie, get Merlin and his old lady, they’ve been worried about their long lost Oracle. I know they would like to see her in the flesh before she does her disappearing act again. Bring them to the lounge, and tell him to leave the herb at home. The last thing any of us needs is to get a contact buzz from that shit tonight.”

The rat bastard grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room, down that hall, and this time took the stairs up. The landing was a big room with several comfortable spots to crash, or play video games. He shoved her into the thick cushions of an easy chair and sat on the ottoman in front of her.