Heart of Steel: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #1 (8 page)

“And that’s the sort of attitude that gets cunts killed, kid. You think you’re better than everyone else because you’re entitled. Don’t force me to make a fool of you in front of everyone for your attitude, kid.”

“Fuck off—”

Dad swings his gavel and it connects with my hand again on the table smashing it down hard on my knuckles.

“Fuck! Smashin’ your own flesh and blood because he has the guts to talk back to you. It’s no wonder Mum left you.”

The room falls silent as Dad grits his teeth and his lip curls up in clear disgust as his harsh glare stares right at me. But I don’t back down. Dad and I argue all the time. This is nothing my brothers haven’t seen before. My shoulders are tense as I stare my dad down waiting for him to break. His hand clenches tight and I’m waiting for him to punch me.

“Okay, well, how about we fucking quit the family dysfunction and get on with church. Whenever you fuckfaces are ready to put your cocks away?” Chops berates. He’s the only brother my dad would let get away talking to him like that, except for me.

We both turn and look at him as he shakes his head and pulls his piece out placing it on the table like it’s supposed to scare me.

It doesn’t.

“Start acting like brothers, and let’s get the fuck on with this. Or I’ll cap the next one who starts mouthing off.”

I raise my eyebrow at Chops that he has the guts to talk to my dad like that and turn to look at my dad’s reaction. He’s frowning and glaring at Chops, but his lips slowly turn upward into a smile and then he starts bellowing out a massive laugh. His loud voice echoes through the assembly room and I shake my head at his mood swings.
Fucking maniac!

“Fuck Chops, what would I do without you?”

“Go to an early grave… now 5113 what are we going to do?”

Dad huffs and sits back in his chair. “I think Chops and I should go over to the 5113 gang hideout to meet with their new boss—”

“What? No way!” I say along with everyone else in the room, besides Chops.

“Now, now, hear me out. It’s the only way to show respect, and that we don’t want trouble,” Dad says and I scoff as the others all mumble quietly to themselves.

“Prez… that’s suicide.”

“It’s the only way to keep the 5113ers and their boss in line. We gotta bow down kid, show them some respect.”

I scoff. “You gotta be kiddin’ me,” I murmur to myself. “Shouldn’t this be a club vote?”

Everyone nods.

“No, I’m pulling rank. Chops and I are going in. End of discussion. Church adjourned.” Dad bangs his gavel and stands up. Everyone else stands up and shakes their heads, but begin walking out of the assembly room. Staying seated, Dad notices me as I breathe heavier and heavier thinking this plan is worse and worse every second I think about it.

“Kid?” Dad asks once everyone’s gone.

“They’ll ambush you. You know that, right?” I ask.

He exhales and sits back down. “We’ll take Ryder and the new prospects with us for backup.”

“I’m comin’ too—”

“No! If this shit goes south Dylan, you need to be here to take on the presidency.”

I stand up, anger raging inside me as I start to pace the floor running my hands through my hair.

“This is such a bad idea! Dad… I… Fuck!” Grabbing the top of a chair, I hurtle it across the room.

“Hey!” Dad says so I turn to face him.

My breathing is rushed through my nose as my heart is racing like I’ve just fucked all night. I might argue with my Dad, but I still love him. I don’t want to lose him.

“Stop! I’m gonna be fine. This is gonna work, kid.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do… just trust me.” He walks over and pulls me in and slaps my back twice before pulling back and looking at me. “I gotta get ready to go. You’re in charge while I’m gone, kid. Look after the place.” He lets me go and walks out of the assembly room and away from me for possibly the very last time.

After Church, I went to my bedroom, now that Dad’s off playing God with the 5113ers. Knowing he’s more than likely walking into a trap, and I’m not going to be there to help him, it’s eating me the fuck up. And waiting around in the clubhouse for news of his demise is not something I want to do, so I’m in my room listening to heavy metal music and looking at the picture of Willow on my phone. A sudden knocking on my door startles me. I know Dad hasn’t been gone long enough, so I’m more than aware it’s not to do with him. I choose to ignore it, looking back down at the red-headed goddess on my screen.

The creak of the hinges over the music make me huff as I look up to see my door opening anyway, and I’m about to let fly at whoever it is when I see the pink and yellow hair and fit body walk into my room. Lunar’s bright smile eases my ire as she closes the door behind her.

My ear drums stop vibrating as the roar of the music dulls to a healthy more dull level of noise as Lunar walks in and turns down the stereo. Exhaling, I lock the screen of my phone and place it on my side table.

She looks at me and tilts her head. “So… the Prez has gone into the lion’s den, I hear?”

Sitting up, I swing my legs over the side and perch on the edge of the bed.

Exhaling, I nod. “Yes’um.”

She walks over and stands in between my legs wrapping her hands around my neck, her hands fist in my hair and her tits are right in my face. It eases my nerves almost entirely as my cock starts to throb.

“You doing okay?” she asks looking down at me and raising her eyebrow.

I chuckle. “Fine darlin’, I’m made of steel remember—”

“Don’t give me that shit. I know you better than you think, Steel. This would be killing you. How can I help you?” She tugs on my hair and makes me look up at her. Her blue eyes sparkle and they remind me of Willow’s, they’re not as bright or as brilliant as hers, but the blue is similar. My cock twitches thinking of the flaming red-headed goddess, and I take a deep breath trying to control my eagerly forming boner.

My hands move up the backs of her thighs, and right now the only thing I can think of is how much I want to have sex with Willow. How that could have been happening tonight if I just went to see her. My fingers dig into Lunar’s arse cheeks and I lick my lips becoming hornier by the second. Sure, I’m thinking of Willow right now, but Lunar doesn’t know that. I’m horny, I’m pissed off, and Lunar wants to help me… and I know how.

“You wanna help me?” I ask moving my hands to the top of her tight and tiny gym shorts, threading my fingers into the top and sliding her shorts down over her arse.

She smirks and shimmies to help me remove them quickly.
Of course, she isn’t wearing underwear beneath them.
They cascade down her tanned and toned legs and she flicks them off her foot to the end of the bed. My hands move back around to her arse, and I pull her to me. My cock is now raging hard and throbbing in my jeans. I can’t wait to let him lose. She runs her hands through my hair as I move my nose into her smooth as silk pussy. Running the tip of my nose along her folds smelling her sweet scent, I press my lips against her warmth and she shudders against me. I love that I can make her tremble with a simple touch.

I look up at her and she’s looking down at me through hooded eyes. “Spread your legs darlin’,” I murmur against her flesh.

She smirks and steps her feet apart. I smile licking my lips and bend down again grabbing her arse and pulling her onto my face. My tongue flicks out right onto her clit, and she moans out loud as I tongue fuck her clit. I know just how she likes it. Hard and fast. My hands clench her arse cheeks tight making it rough for her. She lifts one leg up onto the bed and I smirk knowing what she wants. I bring one hand around and quickly ram two fingers up into her soaking wet pussy. She writhes thrusting her pussy harder against my face. Her juices coating my mouth as I continue to flick my tongue against her clit. My fingers stroke her inner wall and work her up quickly.

Her hands tug on my hair and it only turns me on more. My cock is straining so hard against the seam of my jeans, it’s actually hurting. I want Lunar to cum fast so I can let him out to play and ease the ache in my cock.

I thrust my fingers into her deeper and swirl them around just the way she likes it. Deep. Hard. Fast. Her moans echo through the room, the vibration of her hips moving against my face are making me breathe harder. Her moans are becoming louder and deeper as she tenses her hands in my hair. Her pussy walls around my fingers tighten and her arse cheek clenches in my hand. I know she’s close. She starts to tremble and calls out my name with a gasp of air and her pussy relaxes around my fingers while she quivers against my face moaning in a deep satisfaction.

I drag my fingers from her and pull my head back from her pussy wiping my face of her juices. She looks down at me and I smirk grabbing her leg and pulling it over my shoulder. She squeals as I pull her to me and then move us so she’s under me on the bed with her leg over my shoulder.

Grinding my hips into her pussy, she moans and I smile as her hands come down to my belt buckle and she undoes it frantically. I lean up slightly to help her and she loosens my jeans. I help her slide them down over my arse.

Fuck taking them off completely. I need to fuck her, now.

My jeans slide down enough for my cock to spring free and I lean in pressing my lips to hers forcefully. She kisses me back, and in my mind I’m kissing Willow. In my head, it’s her I’m about to fuck. Leaning down, I grab my wallet from my jeans pocket and pull out a condom, quickly tearing the wrapper and shoving it on my throbbing cock faster than ever before. I’m angry that Dad’s off about to probably get killed, and I’m angry I can’t get to know Willow. So Lunar is here to take the brunt of my anger.

I line my cock up with Lunar’s pussy and I slam it into her, bending her leg back that’s on my shoulder. She moans out and I groan as her silky tightness envelops my cock warming it up and wrapping it nicely in its snug magnificence.

“Fuck me,” I murmur as I thrust into her and grab her wrists holding them by her head tightly.

Leaning into her neck, I graze my teeth under her ear as I thrust hard and fast into her. The echo of skin slapping against itself as my balls smack her filters through the room. Her moans vibrate into my ear as I bite down onto her neck marking her. She groans against my dominance.
I know she loves it.

I thrust into her harder, sweat building up all over my body as I suck on her neck hard marking her even more. She moans as my balls begin to tighten. A tingle starts to run up and down my spine as I realise my legs now have pins and needles. I’m close, and as Lunar’s pussy convulses against my cock squeezing it tight as she moans out my name again through another climax, I shake and thrust up into her deeply. My cock pulses and my balls squeeze, I breathe heavy as I bury my head in her neck and explode my hot cum inside of the condom, groaning out loud letting all my frustrations out at the same time.

“Fuuuck,” I roar as Lunar and I both pant and collapse into each other.

She puts her leg down from my shoulder and I pull out of her and roll onto my back. My jeans are half way down my legs and it’s a little uncomfortable, but I’m too busy coming down from cumming to care.

“Feel better?” she asks with a slight chuckle.

I smirk and turn looking at her and lean in kissing her cheek. “Was just what I needed. Thanks, darlin’,” I say while getting up off the bed awkwardly, pulling my jeans off with my boots, and walking to the shower while sliding off my cut and shirt.

Lunar doesn’t follow and I’m glad. I need time to think. Dad could be dead by now. I just fucked Lunar wishing it was someone else, and I have no idea what tomorrow will bring.

I couldn’t stand the thought of not seeing Willow, so I rode to her house and spent the night fucking her and now she’s asleep in my arms. The gentle rise and fall of her chest against my side as she cuddles into me is soothing as I rest, and her hair grazing my arm is tickling me, but I like it. I slowly open my eyes blinking a couple of times to see pink and yellow hair across my arms—not red. I furrow my brows and do a double take.

I breathe harshly.
It seemed so real!
I must have dreamt it all, my entire night with Willow. I exhale as an ache in my chest tightens and disappointment flows over me. Sure, waking up to Lunar in my arms isn’t the worst thing in the world, but having Willow would have been better.

Lunar stirs and I exhale as she glances up at me. I half smile as she smiles brightly and leans up pressing her lips to mine. She tries to deepen the kiss, but I keep my mouth closed causing hesitation.

She pulls back and furrows her brows at me. “Is something wrong?”

I clear my throat and shake my head moving out from under her and up out of the bed leaving her there. “I’m just not feeling right. I need to know if Dad got back okay or not.”

She nods and pulls the covers up over her exposed tits. “Well, I can be here when you get back if you want?”

Shaking my head, I pull on jeans then a shirt. “Nah, darlin’ I’ll probably be all day. Best you get on with yours.” Putting on my boots, I can tell from the stale silence in the room she’s feeling a little weird right now, but I ignore it and walk to the door. Without looking back, I make my way out into the clubhouse running my hands through my hair.

Why the fuck has this Willow bird got my dick in such a spin
?

As I walk out, FIM and Doug are already at the bar and I nod at them as my brothers sit around the other tables drinking.
It’s only ten in the fucking morning.
I chuckle to myself at that thought as I pull up a stool next to Techie.

“What’s goin’ on?” I ask.

Techie looks at me and smirks. “The Prez and Chops are in the Chop Shop.” His grin is wide and it confuses me.

“What? Why?”

“Go have a look,” Techie says and I nod wanting to know what’s going on. I let out a relieved sigh that obviously Dad and Chops are okay. If they’re in the Chop Shop, it means they made it out alive. My heart rate has increased slightly as I swivel off the bar stool and walk down to the end of the clubroom toward the basement. The neon sign saying Chop Shop is glowing letting me know that a torture session is going on in Chops’ room, which is aptly named the Chop Shop.

I open the door to hear a muffled moaning. I smirk slightly wondering who it is that’s pissed Dad and Chops off enough to warrant a torture session.

With each step down the steep dark stairwell, my boots hit the stairs and it echoes throughout the room. Finally stepping onto the bottom stair, I walk down around past the dividing wall to see the metal chair set up and a tiny little Asian dude naked in the torture chair, already pretty badly messed up. Chuckling as Dad and Chops look over to see me, they nod their heads while I walk over to see the Asian missing all his fingernails and a few stab wounds to his legs and burns to his chest.

Looking up at Dad, I raise an eyebrow as I cross my arms over my chest. “So… ah… what’s goin’ on?”

Dad shakes his head and brings his fist up and punches the Asian in the side of the head. He moans out loud as his head flops to the side. “This little fucker is the reason the deal went south. He told Chez we were underhanding him, and that’s why Chez asked for more cash. So we’re teaching the Asian a lesson.”

Chops grabs one of the guy’s fingers and pulls it back harshly. The reverberation of the bones crunching as they break through the room churns my stomach. Blood I can handle. The sounds of bones breaking, I’m a little weird about. The Asian screams and starts to blubber out some shit or other.