Burned by Abi (Devil Savages MC Book 2) (3 page)

“Thanks. The name’s Mercy if you ever have an itch that needs taken care of.” She winked, grabbing up her clothing and strutted across the room to the bathroom without blinking an eye.
Damn
, he thought, glad he picked one that was there to fuck and not try to fuck her way in the club. Good rats were hard to come by.

*****

Down the hall, Tonka wasn’t as lucky. His little apprentice wasn’t taking to him like he’d expected. Her ‘doe caught in the headlights’ expression had him frustrated and ready to toss in the towel. He didn’t want to have to rub it out himself, which was the only thing pushing him to have patience with her. She’d obviously had no idea what she was getting into when she stepped foot in the door. “You came to the wrong place if you are expecting to cuddle and shit. We are bikers. We like to fuck, plain and simple. You aren’t gonna get a call in the morning, or roses on your doorstep. If you wanna fuck, good. If not, there’s the door.” Her eyes went even wider, if that was possible, at his words and her mouth gaped open. Tonka saw the familiar pools start to puddle in her big brown eyes and sighed.
Son-of-a-bitch, she’s gonna cry.
He took a deep breath to keep his anger in check and tossed her the only piece of clothing he’d been able to get off her in the past thirty fucking minutes, then he nodded toward the door. “Go home. You don’t belong here. Go to college. Find a good man and have babies and shit. You’re not cut out for this kind of life, Katy.” He tried to keep his voice gentle, but the raging hard-on grinding against his zipper had him almost growling. She tossed her shirt back on and all but ran out of the room. Hell, maybe it was better he scared her. She didn’t need to be around these type of people and if him scaring her kept her from feeling pressured into something she wasn’t ready for, so be it.

Tonka grumbled under his breath, cussing his attraction to the girl in the first place. He still had the issue of his aching balls and cock to tend to, and since he’d wasted half an hour already, it’d be slim pickings. He stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him a little harder than he’d meant to.
I’m gonna end up turning to one of the beat out, loose lipped rats. Fuck.
The idea of shoving his dick in a hole big enough to fit his fuckin’ leg made his stomach turn, but it was better than nothing.

He spotted a little redhead who’d been brought in with the new flock and marched over to her. Maybe his luck wasn’t as bad as he’d anticipated. “You know how to suck a dick good?” Harsh? Yes. But he didn’t give a fuck. He needed to blow his wad and go home to bed. His night had been shit, and instead of sneaking out early, he was stuck still working for pussy. What the fuck? If he wanted to work for it, he’d go to a bar or start going on dates and shit. He was a damn officer for fuck's sake. Thankfully, the woman didn’t insist on exchanging names and shit and dropped to her knees, unfastening his pants. He leaned against the bar, holding on for support as she proceeded to suck him without hesitation. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ about. Fuck, your hot little mouth feels good, bitch.” She moaned, sending vibrations along the ridge of his head that had his balls loading up fast. Her licks and sucks combined with her tight throat pulsating around his shaft had him rocking his hips, feeding her more. When he blew, she swallowed, licking him clean before putting him back in his pants with a grin.

“That answer your question?” she purred.

“Fuck yeah, baby. You planning to be a regular around here?” He reached for a bottle of whiskey and took a gulp, thinking twice before handing it to her and opted to pour her a shot. No way in hell was he getting his own spunk anywhere
near
his mouth. She smiled and accepted, tossing it back before answering him.

“If I’m invited. I’m Cherry by the way.” She didn’t seem too hurt over the fact he’d just used and abused her mouth without giving her anything in return. Given her overeager attitude, he had no doubt it wouldn’t be the last time she provided relief in some form tonight.

“Well, Cherry,” he looked her up and down before continuing, “next time I wanna see how good that pussy feels. See you around.” He took the bottle with him, making a beeline straight for the door. With a little relief still tickling his nut sack, he headed home for a hot shower, the bottle of Jim Beam that he'd placed in his saddlebag, and his soft bed.

C
hapter Two

Yo Neg hadn’t slept much from the night before, still unable to shake the image of Abi staring at him while Mercy bobbed up and down on his crotch. He hadn't seen hurt or jealousy in her eyes, but the opposite. Abi’s dark eyes had mirrored that same numb hardness he felt inside. Her emotionless smirk was a knife through the chest.

With dusk nearby, the ride ahead would be good therapy for his soul. Why was he still hung up on a woman? He didn’t love her, or even want to love her. So, was it because she’d beat him at his own game? It had to be. The fact she’d walked away first and never looked back was a challenge to his pride. Fuck it to hell. A night with the open road and his brothers would erase it all. No more thinking about this bullshit. Yo Neg hopped in the shower, letting the almost scalding hot water burn all thoughts away. He went through the motions of washing then toweling off with his mentality back in check.

After a quick cardboard flavored T.V. dinner, he grabbed his cut off the chair and left, eager to have an outlet to relieve some stress. If he was lucky, a few Diablos would get in their way and he’d be able to beat them until he felt normal again.

The guys were already crowded in the parking lot of the clubhouse ready to ride. Tonto and the other officers spoke at the head of the line before cranking their motors and leading the convoy of bikes out onto the open highway, hitting the throttle to dominate the road ahead. The ground vibrated from the amount of horsepower pounding against the pavement. Each man packed enough steel to take down a small army, locked and loaded for whatever awaited them ahead. With still a two-hour ride to the border, Yo Neg relaxed back in his seat.

*****

Abi laced up her boots, still cussing and spewing because her brother insisted on treating her like a kid, despite there only being a four-year age difference, the four Moon children born a year apart. Sledge the oldest and her the youngest with their brother and sister in the middle. He’d tried to strong hand her into falling into the roll of homemaker but had only managed to piss her the fuck off. When he’d stormed out demanding she be there when he returned, she’d hopped on her bike and kicked it to life, its loud roar echoing against the metal walls of their shitty trailer. God that was one thing she planned to change, immediately. Sledge made good money with the club, but instead of investing it in a decent house, he was more than content on living in trash. Her first night back, she’d insisted on getting a decent bed that didn’t have springs popping through the foam. Now, she needed to make enough to get her own place and out from under her brother’s thumb.
Soon,
she told herself. Right now, she needed to prove her worth and get her foot in the club. Being a female, it wouldn’t be easy. Considering they all saw her as Sledge’s baby sister, the chances of being taken seriously were slim. It was a good thing she had enough strength and skill to back her words because there was no doubt they’d be put to the test. No one was going to stand in her way. Not her brother, or any other man.

The growl of her bike settled her nerves, allowing her mind to settle as the pavement stretched out for miles in front of her. God she loved being home. Cooped up in a small apartment with nothing more than preppy fraternities in every direction, the four years of school she had completed instead of the six years needed to earn her degree in forensic science had been pure torture. It didn’t take long for her bad-ass-don’t-fuck-with-me reputation to spread and categorize her in with the goth and weird ass emo crowds, not that she hung out with any of them. She’d had one friend the whole time she was there, and even then the girl didn’t know the details on her life. She was a lone wolf until she got home to her pack. This was her place in the universe. This was her crowd. Now it was time for them to realize it.

With only one place she wanted to be, she took off to the city, ready to do what she did best—beat the shit out of people. Getting paid for it was an extra perk.

*****

The warm night air was Tonka’s therapy. It was one of the few places he could truly relax with nothing but a blanket of stars above and the open road ahead. His past, his present, and his future all folded together harmoniously, meshing into something that made sense. His life had been a snowball to hell before he’d gotten his shit together and became a patched member, starting when his father had been killed in the service. His mother had done her best to keep things together but it ended up him alone on most occasions and fending for himself. That’s when he starting taking up space at Sledge’s house. Sledge was lost, trying to figure out how to care for the kids left behind after his parents’ death, and Tonka was left just trying to put the pieces back together. Together, they’d managed to raise the kids with no serious issues and themselves, turning to the Savages for guidance. They’d taken him in with open arms and given him a great job and a place within their ranks. Never again had Sledge had to worry about where their next meal would come from, nor had the costs of boarding schools and college been an issue. They’d been inseparable ever since, and the most loyal members the club would ever see.

It wasn’t long until Tonto slowed the pace, motioning for them to split off where the road forked. Tonight was about scouting out the area so they could assess their target and come up with a plan toward getting rid of the nasty gang that plagued their streets. Their businesses were suffering, their community falling apart. Both of which were their livelihood and nothing fucked with what was theirs.

Tonka and Yo Neg led the second half of the convoy left, cutting off the main road down a dirt trail. They kept their pace slow and steady, weapons cocked and loaded. If the slimy bastards had guards on their drug routes, which they probably did, they wouldn’t have time to fuck around. The Mexican bastards had the advantage of knowing they were coming, but the Savages held the upper hand of wielding enough fire power to take down a small army.

Yo Neg pointed to a bunch of shrubbery and tall grass that seemed a little thicker than the rest that lined their route and slowed, turning his headlight toward the area. The guys followed, all watching for any sign of someone who might be setting up an ambush. When movement did show as they discovered the first tunnel, he didn’t waste time and parked his bike, running to lead Bull, Sledge, and Zeus toward the six charging bodies, bullets flying. “No survivors! Kill ‘em all, let God sort ‘em out.”

He was the first to reach his target, putting a bullet between the eyes of the head of the herd and immobilizing the second. Instead of tactfully shooting the man in a clean kill, he went for his blade. Yo Neg favored a knife to a gun, always roused by the guys. The saying, ‘Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight’ applied to most people, but not him. He felt more comfortable with the steel in his hand. More in control. It also worked to ease his aggression problems.

In one fast jab and swipe, he cut the man’s throat. Blood squirted out as he bled out, his body falling to the ground with a ‘thud’. He looked around for more, disappointed to see none remained.

“That all of ‘em?” he asked, hoping if there were people hiding it’d bring them out of the woodwork—which it did. A Diablo came charging toward them on a motorcycle, revving the motor and showing his ass. Yo Neg stepped forward, waiting.

“This motherfucker’s mine.” The gang member got off his bike and jabbered off something in Mexican that he didn’t understand or even care to. “Press one for English you enchilada sucking son-of-a-bitch!” He looked to be overcompensating with his gang colors flying and his pants sagged between his knees, hiding what was probably a little prick tucked up under his balls. From the glare in his eyes under his low dew rag and the frown under the mustache that resembled a dirty sanchez, he wasn’t too happy. Good. Before the asshole had a chance to reach for a weapon, Yo Neg was on him.

In one high kick, Yo Neg had the pistol the fucker was reaching for flying through the air and out of reach. His fists made contact a few times before the thug fought back, his blows painless through Yo Neg’s rage. He grinned after he took a right hook and the taste of blood coated his tongue. “That all you got, you goat fucker? What, your daddy wasn’t around to teach you to fight? Pathetic!” He charged him, unleashing all of the built up aggression he’d had since Abi had walked back into the picture. He let both fists swing, using his knees and elbows to fill the short moments it took to cock his arm back for more. The Diablo didn’t stand a chance. He tried to defend himself, grabbing a knife off his belt that’d cost him a brunt blow to the nose, only to have it taken away and used on him. Yo Neg took him to the ground, slamming his body hard enough the thunk vibrated through the soles of his boots. In one graceful motion, he plunged the metal blade in his gut, sinking it to the hilt and twisted it. The man frantically swung his arms in a desperate attempt for his life as Yo Neg cut from his groin to his chest bone, gutting him. Blood pooled onto the dirt from the Diablo, creating a puddle in the powdery earth below. “
Todos ustedes pagará hijo de puta
!” he let out in a scream of agony before he faded into his death.

“Oh, we will pay, you dirty wetback. We’ll pay all it takes to keep you in the hellhole you belong in!” Yo Neg stood, hocked a loogie in the dead man’s face and turned away without a second look. He scanned the area and saw the others had made it out. Given the few bloodied bodies he saw under the moonlight, their job was done. He hopped back on his bike, kicking it to life, and waited. The sound of the other group's bikes reaching them from the opposite side. Yo Neg guessed the two paths joined back at this point as he watched the others get off their bikes to assess the incident.