Duke: Fallen MC #1 (5 page)

“By the look on your face darlin’, you get it. We’re already a triad. We’d love a bitch in the mix, bringing some sexy curves into the relationship. When we find the one we want, we’ll make it permanent. Besides, we all want a big family and the comfort of a woman. Got all the love in the world for these pair but we want a bitch to love too.” Bones put it all out there for her and she was slightly jealous of whoever they ended up with already. She couldn’t help but imagine the three of them pleasuring a woman and each other in a sexy display of pure passion. It would be quite the show and one she wouldn’t mind being in the audience for.

“Fuck, that’s sexy.” She slapped her hand over her mouth, cursing her verbal diarrhoea and blushed scarlet.

They chuckled at her embarrassment. She’d never heard of an openly bi-sexual biker. She was sure that these three had no worries, no sane bastard would mess with them.

“You wanna give us a try? Gotta say, I think your curves could be a perfect cushion for us.” King winked at her. “We could give you quite an education.”

She laughed. “I can barely manage one man, let alone three, but thanks for giving me something to dream about.” She winked back.

She could feel eyes burning into her. Nicole looked past King to the booths where she saw Duke, Prez, two women and a couple of brothers she hadn’t met starting to sit down. She instantly flushed and felt her nipples pebble as she let her eyes wander over Duke. Again, she cursed not having a bra.

King followed her eye line. “Prez gets served at the table and that includes whoever’s with him. That’s his old lady, Shel, and Hollywood’s old lady, Jewel. Duke is VP and the other brothers are Shred and Kick.”

Just then Prez caught her eye and jerked his chin at her. She made her way towards them joined by Hollywood. His old lady, Jewel, jumped from the booth into his arms, wrapping herself around him. She could tell by Hollywood’s face that he adored her. A big part of Nicole wished that she’d have that someday. Leaving them to it, Nicole stood next to the table and asked what everyone would like from the bar. Her skin became more sensitive the nearer to Duke she was. She was sure her nipples under the her tank were nearly bordering on obscene right now. She felt like she was smuggling bullets. When everyone ordered she was relieved to be returning to the bar, even though it would be for just a couple of minutes.

It looked like Duke was going to get to his feet but Kick beat him to it. “I’ll give you a hand.” Putting his hand just above her ass, he led her back to the bar. She ignored Kick’s hand and kept repeating their orders in her head. She didn’t need to fuck this up and the way her head was cloudy with Duke, she was bound to get it wrong if she didn’t concentrate.

He’d never had a problem with Kick, yet he was ready to beat the fucker black and blue when he touched Nicole. He sensed her as soon as he came in and had been watching her smiling and talking with the Musketeers. Her hair was back now and it showed off her long slender neck that he wanted to mark up with nips from his teeth. He could have watched her for hours, it was like she put him in a trance. She had an innate grace moving behind the bar, serving his brothers. He needed to sort his head and his dick out before he ruined his pants and had a mental breakdown.

When her eyes met his, he saw the heat flare within them and his cock wept in response. He couldn’t wait to see the same heat looking up at him as he thrust his dick into her mouth. Fuck, his balls were starting to hurt now.

Shel broke his fantasy by talking about Nicole to Prez. “She seems like an ok bitch. I know you said she’s guarded, honey, and with a father like hers who wouldn’t be? Her eyes are amazing. Can’t even get that colour with contacts. I think Duke’s noticed that as well. Or maybe it wasn’t her eyes he noticed.” She giggled and winked at him. “She doesn’t strike me as a slut or someone who’d share it about. She seems to know what’s expected.”

Prez looked at her like she was a little bit crazy. “You got all that from the two fucking seconds she was over here? I’ll never understand bitches.”

“She knows what’s what. I don’t trust her Dad as far as I can spit but she seems sound.” Duke added.

“Now my VP’s thinking with his dick.” He muttered. “It’s all an act. She’s been here two days and only been awake for one of them. She don’t know nothin’. Not bothered anyway so long as she does what’s expected and stays outta my way.”

“You know she spent time with Riot?” Duke wouldn’t hold back with Reaper, he was their president and the brotherhood came first.

“What?” Prez looked pissed, he obviously hadn’t known. It was something Nole should have divulged when he offered her up as collateral. The fact that he didn’t was going to send a lot of shit his way.

“Yeah, she was open about it. Spent three weeks with them. Got the impression she’d sooner chop off her arm than go back.” He recalled the slight fear that momentarily dulled her eyes.

“Holy fuck! Do they know she’s here?” Prez was getting riled. He spoke through gritted teeth.

Duke knew that if Wrath found out they had her secured in their compound he’d recognise what a danger it posed for Riot. That prick was a stupid hot-head and would think she’d been a spy for Fallen, he’d start a war to get her back. All bikers took retribution seriously. Not that Fallen wouldn’t take advantage of the information that had presented itself to them so conveniently.

“Doubt it. They’d fucking kill Fletcher if they knew. He ain’t going to disclose his deal with us. No way Riot would leave him walking if they found out. Fuckers can’t have a clue she’s here.” Everyone nodded, agreeing with his assessment.

He watched Nicole and Kick cross the room with their drinks. Shel told her to sit with them for a bit. Kick pushed into the booth next to her, resting his arm on the top of the booth behind her. She’d paled slightly at the invitation and was jittery in her movements. His hands were in tight fists, he wanted to knock Kick the fuck out and pull her onto his lap. He tried to snap himself out of his train of thought. He needed distance for club business, to look at issues from all sides, rationally. At the moment all he could think was blowing up everyone at Riot MC to keep her safe and burying Kick for being so close to her. This new need to possess and protect was starting to grind on him. She’s pussy, that’s all.

He knew she wouldn’t be happy that he’d shared with Prez, but the club came first. Always. If she was going to survive here she’d have to find a way to deal with it and deal with it fast. He wasn’t a patient man and wanted her out of those clothes sooner rather than later and that wouldn’t happen if she was pissed with him. His breathing sped up as he thought of pleasurable ways to persuade her.

There wasn’t one part of her body that wasn’t rigid with tension. She had no idea why she’s been asked to join the group. In her experience, this wasn’t normal. She looked at Shel and thought she looked really attractive. She was slim with big brown eyes and streaked blonde hair put up into a messy bun. She appeared shrewd, friendly and approachable. She didn’t look that way when one of the club sluts drifted close to their table, her face pulled into a snarl. Clearly, Shel wasn’t a fan of their presence. Nicole glanced at Prez, who was looking at her sternly. This couldn’t be good.

“Duke, here, tells me you spent three weeks with Riot.” She felt a wave of betrayal knock the air from her lungs. Why had he said anything? Fair enough, Duke had never said he wouldn’t tell anyone but she thought he’d understood her reluctance. This wasn’t her chosen life and she didn’t want to be dragged into a war that wasn’t hers to fight. She knew lying wasn’t an option and that she would be made to answer if she refused. She dreaded to think what that could involve.

“Yes.”

“Yes? That’s all you have to say?”

“I told Duke earlier, I don’t wanna get involved.” She made sure to not even glance towards Duke through the whole conversation. She’d plead with Prez to understand if he would listen. She knew he wouldn’t. ‘Club first’ was basically a founding principle throughout the whole biker community. She knew it would have been one of the reasons that Duke would have approached Prez.

“That’s not your decision to make.” His voice was sharp with authority.

“Anything I know is useless anyway. It was two years ago.” She made one last attempt to get out of it. Maybe she could bargain.

“I’ll decide if something’s useful or not. Get talking.” His eyes were fixed on her and now wasn’t the time to mess around but she needed to try to get something out of this. As Duke said, it’s all business. She hesitated for a second, building up the courage to do something so ballsy.

“Okay. Could this count as the compensation you’ll want from my Dad?” Her words came fast and all in one small breath. She was glad they weren’t all jumbled.

She knew every late payment came with some kind of penalty, otherwise there would be no incentive to pay on time. Most of the time it was markers, money and a swift ass kicking. She’d had to sacrifice birthdays and Christmases so her dad had the extra money to cover compensation in the past, now she wanted something back. Hell, she
deserved
something back.

Prez stayed silent and just stared at her. She thought for sure she’d pushed too far when he didn’t answer straight away and now she was more desperate to get out of this place than ever. After what felt like forever, he answered.

“Deal.” Air rushed into her lungs in relief. “First I want a layout of their compound. Everything you remember. Doors, windows, outbuildings. Everything.”

“Okay.” The crushing sensation on her chest lifted as relief flowed through her entire body.

Her brain felt scrambled as she started to search her memory for every detail she could. Duke, rose to get paper and pens from the office and Kick, went to get refills for everyone. A new brother slid in next to her, she was startled by how much he resembled Duke. He had the same colouring and his features were similar, but he wasn’t as physically imposing as Duke. He didn’t affect her the way Duke did either. It was impossible not to compare them to each other.

“I’m Razor. You are seriously hot. I bet you’ve got a sweet tasting pussy. You owned?”

He said this so quickly and seriously that she couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her, she was so startled by what he’d said. He hit her with a panty dropping smile. Was he serious?

“Fuck, that’s a great laugh. What other noises do you make?”

At this she laughed even harder and felt some more of her leftover tension slip away. Someone cleared their throat just as she was going to try to answer. She looked across at Duke. He wasn’t looking at her, he was staring daggers at Razor. Prez, slapped the table making her jump. All her tension rushed back.

“Here, get to it and explain while you go.” He pushed a pad of paper and a pen in front of her.

She started drawing and describing everything she remembered. She had to keep going back and redraw what she’d done so far because she remembered more and more as she talked it through. Everyone at the table was listening intently. Kick and Hollywood stood nearby ensuring nobody else overheard. She then made a list of everyone she’d met or heard mentioned, including all the brothers and their rank, prospects, old ladies and even club sluts. Prez even asked for descriptions. Then she told them what she’d heard about Fallen MC and described any weapons she’d seen. She even described the whip and cane that Wrath had used on her.

Then she ran through her day to day duties and activities. When she spoke of her punishments, everyone at the table was still and quiet. No one interrupted with questions or asked for clarification, like they had through the rest of her information. She could only hear the heavy breathing from Razor and an intermittent growl coming from Duke. Shel and Jewel were looking at her with glassy eyes. She didn’t want pity or sympathy. She’d lived through it and come out the other side when she was sure there were plenty of others who hadn’t. That was all behind her now. Eventually, she ran out of things to tell them. Leaning back and downing half the wine cooler in her hand in one gulp, she let herself relax slightly. Shel smiled at her.

“Wow. That’s one hell of a memory. I don’t think I’d be able describe this place in as much detail.”

“Yeah, well you learned to pay attention, especially around Wrath and his inside men. Get shit wrong and all hell rained down on you…..whether or not you deserved it. They didn’t bother with finding out the facts or the truth before doling out punishments. When you’re constantly looking for places to disappear, you remember every nook and cranny.”

Shel stayed quiet, nodded her head and lifted her glass for Nicole to clink. All the brothers looked enraged and clearly wanted more details about the punishments that she’d briefly talked about. She could almost see their minds turning, thinking of the best ways to ask their questions, but that was her personal story and she wasn’t sharing. It had nothing at all to do with the information they wanted.

“You got everything you need here?” Shel asked. Nicole could tell this was Shel reaching out.

Nicole chortled. “I wouldn’t mind if someone would go to my apartment and get my bras.” Shel burst out laughing and Razor whined that it wasn’t necessary.

“Typical brothers.” She rolled her eyes. “Anything else?”

“Yeah, my clock. And if someone could go in my purse and get my bank card, draw some money and pay my landlord for the next couple of months rent, that would be great. I’m never giving that bastard my bank details. Also, can I get a lock for my door?”

Shel, Razor and Hollywood broke into more laughter while everyone else looked stunned. She supposed it was quite a list to what she knew had been a rhetorical question. But if you don’t ask, you don’t get.

“Sure, I’ll get that shit sorted for you. For now though, get your ass back behind the bar for two more hours while most of the brothers are still standing. I’ll come get you when you’re done and show you what you can do for me tomorrow.” Shel smiled and winked at her.

Nicole didn’t mind being dismissed, especially by Shel. She seemed the type of woman she could be friends with. She needed to get her mind on something else, going over all that Riot stuff was giving her a headache and dragging up some memories she’d rather stay buried.