Hell on Heelz (Asphalt Gods' MC) (18 page)

It was the quiet times late at night when loneliness would find me that I’d miss her and what we had for that brief moment in time when I forgot all about being an outlaw. I’d thrown the rules out the window and for the first time, I let myself get to know a woman that didn’t just want to be my whore. I hadn’t been worrying about finding a submissive bitch who could be trained to be a proper Old Lady someday. I’d just been myself and made a real connection with Edie as an equal.

We’d showed each other kindness, something that’s rare in our world. We’d both showed each other a side we weren’t allowed to show others, and I’d liked it. I thought she’d liked it too. So, when I heard the news about a possible new truce with the Heelz, I was more than intrigued. I made sure I was on that run to their Roost to be part of the negotiations.

Scar had taken the General’s place and was sending my buddy Bones, Skeeter’s second on the mission because he didn’t trust my twin brother. Who could blame him. And of course Skeeter couldn’t be trusted to work with the Heelz after what happened to him at the Roost. Since I’d done our new leader a good turn, rescuing his woman, he agreed to let me accompany Bones and his crew at the last minute. I hadn’t even been briefed to the particulars, it being all very secretive, but I joined them after their rest at our clubhouse.

Parking my bike in front of the Roost after a whole day’s ride, I wondered if Rage was still here. She’d talked about leaving for Maine to see her kids and the look in her eye then said that she might just stay up there.

Inside, the bar looked about the same as last time, full of wild women having a good ol’ time. A few Mutherfukers in their white vests were here too. It wasn’t hard to spot 2Kurrpt amongst them. Beside him stood Rage. She looked as good as ever and fierce in her leathers—looked like she was waiting for something—then she was greeting Bones. They disappeared into the back office, just her, Bones and 2Kurrupt. Fuck, it wouldn’t say so on her cut but it meant, she was president of the Heelz now.

Rage

I dreamed of riding my bike as I spent the night in 2Kurrupt’s bed. No man could replace the thrill, the roaring beast between my thighs... until I’d met Mud.

I hadn’t heard from Mud in months so when I spotted him at our Roost my heart nearly stopped. When I’d made the call to give Star over to her daddy in exchange for freedom from the Mutherfukers, I didn’t think I’d see Mud. I’d heard he’d survived but that was about all.

I walked into my meeting with Bones and 2Kurrupt shaking like a leaf.

I’d been trapped in Florida, not able to leave the state with the Gods’ members about everywhere else and threatening to kill a Heel on sight. I’d missed seeing my kids at Christmas and everything out of fear I’d take this trouble to them.

The Mutherfukers saved us Heelz the last time I saw Mud. It made us owe Dirty Sanchez more even than the outrageous amount of money the Banshee had racked up. Now we owed Mutherfukers our lives. That meant 2Kurrupt and his boys practically moved in and began auditing us, seeing if they could get anything back from us. This was all while we were recovering.

And the Mutherfukers had saved us. Yes, Legs had been killed, but the rest of us lived despite being injured or shook up bad.

“How many times do I have to flush to get rid of you?”

“Stuck with me, Bae.” 2Kurrupt was having a field day being the one in charge of bleeding us dry.

On top of that shit storm came another like a whole weather system full of feces. There’d been a body found in the woods, a white female. I said my prayers to God but didn’t know if he’d listen to a killer. I hadn’t killed Kelly on purpose but after Skeeter, the man who’d tried to rape my mouth got away, I shot and killed the fat man who’d held me down. Mad Dog had been injured but wasn’t dead. I changed that real fast with my own bullet to his brains. At the time, I would’ve killed that bitch Rosa too, but 2Kurrupt stopped me saying if we didn’t let most of them live, we couldn’t hold Florida. And it was true. The Gods were everywhere in twenty states and even up in Canada.

Almost immediately after the Jane Doe’s recovered body was all over the local news, the police were at the Roost asking me questions about Kelly. 2Kurrupt happened to be around. Well, he was like a nasty infection I couldn’t get rid of. He was staying in the Banshee’s cabin too, and it made me sick.

He looked at the photo with me, mimicking my words, telling the police he hadn’t seen her. When the cops left he told me the girl was alive. I didn’t believe him, but he said, “I’ve seen that bitch ‘round. Wears an eyepatch. We joke we gonna give it to her in the eye socket.” He thrusted his hips.

At the mention of an eyepatch, I knew he was telling the truth. The revelation knocked the wind out of me. I about fell over. I thought God had answered my prayers but no. To my dismay, 2Kurrupt said he knew the look of fear that he’d witnessed on my face when the cops questioned me.

It hadn’t been God but just lady luck spreading her legs again.

Come to find out the Banshee had given Kelly to the Mutherfukers as a whore over two years ago when I’d been told she was dead. Miss B knew about it but had kept quiet, being loyal to her President and all.

2Kurrupt knew just where Kelly was and as the police grew more suspicious of me, his offers started to sound better. Before long, I rode down to the Mutherfukers’ mother chapter in Miami and made a deal with Dirty Sanchez for him to release Kelly. I also became President of the Hell on Heelz MC. Dirty insisted.

Now we do everything for the Mutherfukers like we’re nothing but a sister chapter. The only reason we weren’t and they didn’t patch us over was because I started sleeping with 2Kurrupt to prevent it. Demeaning as it was, it was a small price to pay for my freedom, especially since my kids would be back come the summer. I still hadn’t told anyone my ex-husband Neil had been sleeping with Kelly, who’d been a minor at the time. Therefore, Neil was still planning on letting me have my kids on weekends.

What’s more I wasn’t just submitting to the Mutherfuker for me and my kids, although that’d be enough reason. All my sisters were in danger too. No one wanted to give up the Heelz and become nothing but whores to a rival club. I’d have to be whore enough for all of us. I decided it was my cross to bear. I’d have to be strong like the Banshee had been. Two of my sisters were pregnant, Pepper knocked up by who knows who, Keg or Squid. Miss B was in the same predicament but swore she’d only been with Squid around the time of conception. Sadly, Sugar was long gone. The Mutherfukers threw him out, and I longed to find out where he was and how he was doing.

Little red-headed Star, spitting image of her mother—she was living with me. Shirley had other family other than her mama, Legs, but none of her sisters by blood, welfare queens they were, wanted the girl once they found out she didn’t come with the money her mama had accumulated. Shirley had left that to her club and after they saved us, the Mutherfukers had us sign over Shirley’s shop and anything else of value to them, except the Roost. We still owned the Roost. The whole property was in my name now thanks to me and my booty.

Back to the girl, Star, the state had never been involved. Shirley’s sister just never came and got her, so I kept her. Missing my own kids, I got to thinking she deserved to be with family and used the one thing I knew that no one else living knew, that she was Scar’s daughter to try and save the Heelz.

Tonight, after months of playing whore to a man I didn’t love and another week of trying to get a hold of Scar, then trying to convince him I had something he wanted and it’d be better for us to make a deal about the girl instead of him just coming to take her. I met with a member of the ASGMC, Bones in front of 2Kurrupt who thought I was negotiating on behalf of the Mutherfukers. They really didn’t like being an island, trapped here in Florida. But I wasn’t negotiating for them too. I was saving the Heelz and getting out from under them by double crossing them. Bones and I were meeting in front of 2Kurrupt to keep up appearances. I was setting up the MMMC. The Gods would come and take out the ones here guarding us at the Roost after Star was safe in Arizona with her daddy. They’d agreed to stay after that, keep the Mutherfukers at bay until we were back on our feet too, that was if I gave them temporary residency here in Seville at the Roost while they planned to take out every last Mutherfuker in the sunshine state.

Our fake meeting went well. 2Kurrupt thought they were handing over the girl through me. When we left the office, I ran smack dab into Mud. No, he’d been coming to me. Fucking 2Kurrupt put his arm around me, making things worse.

“How are you, Mud?” I asked as his face ran through a range of emotions. I had to keep mine straight, but it was hard as he was assuming I was actually with someone else.

After months with 2Kurrupt, I’d forgotten what a mountain of a man Mud was. He stood there before me as gorgeous as ever. Tonight, he showed off his guns in a sleeveless flannel shirt under his cut. His hair was pulled up in the loose bun he always wore. He looked well, better than I’d ever seen him, meaning he didn’t have a black eye or bruised cheek. His beard was trimmed nicely too, I noticed, but all I could think of was how it’d felt against my skin.

I thought we’d pretend that we hadn’t been ‘a thing’ since it had been a secret, but Mud let the cat out of the bag, asking me, “You with this buffoon now?”

Oh hell, 2Kurrupt took it as a racist comment. I could tell because his eyes got as big as saucers. He let go of me and cracked his knuckles. “Alabama here with Rage?” He chuckled. “What, you two cousins or something?”

Mud didn’t like 2Kurrupt’s joke either. I heard Mud say he’d give 2Kurrupt an Alabama attitude adjustment before he hauled off and punched him in the jaw.

“What’s that?” I asked Bones, who
was too eager to explain.

“See, the victim is stripped down, tied to a tree bare-ass naked, their genitals are taped, usually with duct tape, and pine cones are shove up their ass.”

Mud had taken the first punch, but they were fighting now, a full on, drag down fist fight. As much as I wanted to see 2Kurrupt get his ass kicked, Mud was bigger than him after all, I knew 2Kurrupt was ruthless, he’d fight dirty and hurt Mud, kill him.

Bones and I had to try and break it up to keep up the façade of our deal. Scar had one condition, Star was to be in Arizona before the Gods would help us.

I shouted at 2Kurrupt to stop, hoping his longing for me to be his woman would convince him. Bones tried to hold back Mud, but Mud stabbed 2Kurrupt in the arm before it was all over.

Bones, even bigger than Mud if you could believe it and scary looking to boot, held him back by the arms and let 2Kurrupt get in his face. “Fucking heehaw, keep your thoughts off my bae. Keep your boy on a leash, Bones.” He stepped back, gesturing and grabbing his crotch.

Mud came back, “I’ll slice your nuts off, batter ‘em and feed ‘em to you before you step foot out of Florida again.”

Shit, he didn’t know anything about our deal, so I had to keep this from escalating. I told Mud, although it pained me to, “Listen, I’m with him now.”

2Kurrupt walked off, his way of letting me fight my own battles. Bones let go of Mud, giving him and I a sideways look.

It was loud enough in here again as the crowd of onlookers went back to partying, so I barked at Bones, “You didn’t clue him in to the deal?”

Bones replied, “I didn’t think I’d have to.” He wasn’t happy with what Mud had just done at all, but I read their vests, Mud wasn’t under Bones. They were both VPs. I wondered how that happened since Mud wasn’t anything when I met him. Automatically, I grew distrustful.

Bones told Mud, “The Mutherfukers will be allowed out of Florida, so will the Heelz. Once we deliver a package.” It was a lie— The part about the Mutherfukers anyhow. “You won’t do anything to mess it up.”

Bones left Mud and I alone, well, as alone as we could get surrounded by my sisters and all the partying. I would’ve taken him to the back to talk, but I’d noticed 2Kurrupt had gone back there, most likely to nurse his stab wound.

Being watched by the men in white cuts, I sat with Mud at a table in the corner. It was as far away as I could get. “What was all that about?” I asked him even though I wanted to ask so much more.

“Nothin’, thought we’d had something, is all.”

We had, and it was so hard pretending we hadn’t, especially as Mud’s attitude changed. He’d stiffened. His face hardened as he became the same man who’d shot Sugar. The man I thought would kill me in Louisiana. I hated to lie to him, but I’d had too.

“You never called.” That was true. I was angry about that. Rage needed something to hold on to so she didn’t let Edie break down in front of Mud. I’d never needed a man. I hadn’t expected Mud to come save me or anything, but all these months under 2Kurrupts thumb, I’d wished he’d call. I’d played it out in my mind so many times that if we’d really had something, Mud would’ve called, and I’d have had a way out. As it was, I’d found my own way out, and now he was here messing it up.

His face softened. “No, I didn’t call. Thought I’d already caused enough trouble for you.”

I knew the Gods had come looking for their own that horrible night. I’d brought them here just by associating with Mud like I had. I’d helped Mud escape instead of handing him over to Legs. I’d wanted more time with him, convinced him to stay in a fantasy world with me. And he did, instead of calling his brothers down to get him. I paid the price.

“That’s nothing compared to what’s happened since,” I muttered, thinking of it.

“What’s happened?”

“It doesn’t matter.” I wasn’t about to tell him my sad story. Instead, I thought of something to make me angry, his girl I’d let go. “Why do you care anyhow? What about Rosa?”

“Rosa means nothing to me.”

I didn’t know if I believed that. He evidently had a type. I felt that I was just some replacement for her. “You obviously have a thing for angry women in leather.”

“That’s not true. And you weren’t very angry when we were together.” He smirked but then frowned. “What are you doing with that bastard?”

I’d known he’d run into 2Kurrupt before when he’d gotten his ribs broke. Part of me was flattered Mud cared but the other part was pissed he thought after I hadn’t heard from him for so long that he had any say in who I was with.

“What’s it to you?”

“You were mine.” He pounded on the table and looked wild saying it.

Remembering our nights together, a shiver ran through me. That was the problem. Something about me and Mud had just fit, felt so natural. It was a damn shame that we could never be. “I’ll never belong to a man—wear some property patch like some club whore or old lady, so you might as well forget about us.” I pointed between us. “We can’t happen.”

He grabbed my hand out of the air. “So, you’re not with him.” Mud’s eyes looked so hopeful.

It broke me. “I’m with him. I’m with him every night whether I want to be or not.” I was angry at that. A tear ran down my face as I thought of all the nights I had to play 2Kurrupts whore when I’d only been thinking of Mud. I’d been so strong, but the damn man softened my hard shell. Seeing Mud look at me like he had, like he’d move the stars for me, I couldn’t help but opening up.

It’d been a mistake.