Hell on Heelz (Asphalt Gods' MC) (19 page)

Mud’s face turned to stone. He got up and went to my office. I heard a gunshot. He’d killed 2Kurrupt.

Bones and his crew and my girls, Boots and Topper who were secretly on guard, reacted quickly, took care of the other Mutherfukers, killed them. Good thing too because I sat helpless, paralyzed by the gravity of the situation. Our plan was fucked thanks to Mud. He’d gone and killed the man who had terrorized me these last few months. And I was gladder than ever 2Kurrupt was dead. That worried me just as much.

Mud’s boys dragged him off, promising to punish him, and I was beside myself. They took Star too.

Left to defend ourselves or not, my girls and I had a mess to clean, six bodies to bury. It took all night and the next day, but it kept my mind off Mud.

To my surprise, the day after some Gods showed up, men I hadn’t met before. Seeing the fuck up wasn’t on my part, our deal was back.

Nevertheless, I had no idea what had happened to Mud and couldn’t get a straight answer. I asked one of them and they told me they’d never heard of him. I felt like I would die.

Just a few days later, instead of Mutherfukers, I had Gods crawling all over the Roost. At least, I didn’t have to fuck any of them. They were here protecting us, ordered to by the leader of them all, while they bided their time in going after Dirty Sanchez. I didn’t think they’d go to war anytime soon. The Roost was the Gods’ spot on the board in the MC game of chess.

Scar called me when Star arrived safely in Arizona. Our conversation was so brief I didn’t get a chance to plea for Mud’s safety.

“You remember our deal. You don’t do that girl wrong. I don’t want her growing up aspiring to be any man’s whore.”

He was offended, saying he’d never let something like that happen to his daughter, and he hung up.

I hoped I hadn’t made a bad choice for her or the Heelz. The Banshee had wanted away from the Gods for good reasons, according to her stories. I’d not given up any control in our deal, but I knew now that Scar had what he wanted and with them having access to the Roost, it was only a matter of time before they’d move to take it.

I went to bed worried about Mud. Tossing and turning, I knew for a matter of fact my heart belonged to him. It hadn’t been that he killed the man who’d used me, but that didn’t hurt matters either.

My phone rang, Edie’s phone, and I hoped it was him. It was my mother.

“Mom, why are you calling so late?” I answered.

“Honey, it’s Nina. Your mom’s gone.”

Hopping on my motorcycle, I rushed to her house in my nighty, thinking she was dead. I ran to her door afraid someone had finally gone after my family. When I got there, I found out it wasn’t the case at all. She’d run off with a man. Nina had been so upset that I’d thought my mom was dead.

Still shaking, she cried in my arms. “She said she loved me.”

I discovered my mom’s and Nina’s relationship was deeper than I’d thought. They’d been lovers. I didn’t sleep at all that night, staying to console Nina. 

The next morning my mom showed up. She was leaving Nina for Reverend Kimble of all people. She said they’d always loved each other but never acted on it. “I had loved Nina too,” she admitted to me. Mom said she’d kept her and Nina’s relationship a secret so long, it ruined it. “But him and I were meant for each other. We’re too old to deny it any longer. As much as I don’t approve of your wild ways, you’ve inspired me to not care what anyone thinks, to just go for it.”

I’d already told her Gavin and Gail would be coming back soon. She was so happy about that, but scolded me, “You’ve got to get sober.”

Teary eyed, I nodded. I agreed with that.

Back at the Roost, I was sleep walking. Pepper told me I needed to take a nap so I went to my cabin and slept until dark. My old phone rang again, waking me up, and I was afraid to answer it—it might’ve been my mom again.

“Edie.” It was the call I’d hoped for for months. Hearing Mud’s voice, relaxed my shoulders. “Are any of my brothers guarding your door?”

I looked out on my front porch. Confused on why he was asking, I answered, “Not at the moment.”

“I’m coming to see you.” He hung up.

I ran around my cabin in a panic. I didn’t know what to expect, what had happened to him. I made sure my gun was loaded first. Next, I took a whore’s bath, washing my naughty bits in the sink. I brushed my teeth and got dressed up. Then I paced.

A knock came at my back door.

I unlocked it, and he opened the door so hard it bounced against the wall and made me jump. Mud caught me by the waist. I melted into the warmth of his hands and laid my head against his chest, his soft flannel shirt but something was wrong. I pulled away, backing up.

“What’s wrong?” He barked as if my absence was a slap in his face.

“Where’s your cut?” Mud was in a cutoff flannel and jeans, period, a bad sign.

He half smiled, half grimaced. “I don’t have good news.”

My fists tightened as I anticipated the worst before a saucy grin played across his lips. “You’re in for a pounding,” he said in a sex filled voice that made me tingle. He wrapped his arms around me, fully this time, and I didn’tt know if I could’ve wiggled out.

Mud picked me up and twirled me around, until he sat me on the bar separating the open space in the cabin.

We were eye to eye.

I pulled his hair loose from its bun, sending his honey hair cascading onto his shoulders. I ran my fingers through the strands then placed my hands on his bulging arms as his hands went to the bottom of my red satin shirt. He pulled it over my head, flinging it away. Mud leaned back to admire me, a lusty smirk forming on his face. Yes, I’d worn something sexy for him, something I never did for anyone.

I tilted my head, trying not to grin like an idiot. “You like?”

“Very much,” he choked out.

I’d had him in mind when I’d put it on. Mud seemed to appreciate it, and I fought the urge to tell him that I’d only do it for him. He had his hands on my waist as he was still admiring the view of my cleavage encased in red lace. I reached back and unclasped my bra. The material slipped forward. Running his fingers under each strap, he slid them down my arms until my bra fell away.

Drawing in a ragged breath, he mumbled, “You’re so beautiful and you are all mine.”

Next, I could feel him smile against my skin, his rough beard tickling before he started lavishing me with kisses.

A heavenly sigh escaped me.

My fingers went to unbuttoning his shirt. That’s when I saw it. Carefully touching his new ink, the tattoo right over his heart—I knew it was for me. Property of Rage, it read. I got goose pimples all over and my eyes watered.

All of the bitterness dissolved in me as he cupped my face, searching it with serious eyes. Taken aback by the force of his stare, the absolute focus he had on me as if there was nothing else in the world but us, I smiled. I’d missed him so much. I had so many regrets in my life. Letting him in wasn’t one of them, I decided.

Kissing like we’d been starved—we had been, the sound of our desperate kisses rang through the room.

When we had to stop to breathe, he met my eyes again, our foreheads together.

He said, “You’ll be the death of me.”

“But you’d go with a smile.”

“That I would,” he agreed, smiling that gorgeous smile of his.

I knew we hadn’t talked about why or how he was here. Was he hiding from his club? He hadn’t been wearing his vest. I hung my head.

  He drew up my chin and told me, “I’m not wearing my cut tonight because the club shit doesn’t matter. It’s just me and you tonight, you hear.”

Happily nodding my head, I unbuttoned his jeans and worked them down his legs a little until he took over and was stepping out of his pants. He groaned as I tightened my legs around his waist, pressing my sensitive center against his underwear.

“I’m taking you to your bed,” he told me.

On the way, I worried about what would happen after this night, but my worry completely disappeared as Mud took off my pants and filled me the next second. I grabbed at his back, wrapping my arms around him, hugging him into me. I needed him closer. He touched the top of my head with his, pumping into me slowly at first, then picking up speed. He kept me locked in his gaze.

“Edie, I’ve missed you every day.”

That tickled me to death. I giggled in utter happiness before I moaned at the building arousal. I’d missed him and his cock, but this was more than sex. It always had been. Mud locked lips with mine as I shuddered in climax. He placed another kiss on my lips as he pulled out. Shifting, I could feel the evidence of our lovemaking, sticky and warm. I wanted to go clean up, but he held me tighter against him, so I stayed, snuggled in his arms until morning.

I woke up early wanting to make a big breakfast for Mud. I could scarcely believe I wanted to do anything for a man—I never thought I’d want to please a man again, let alone take care of him. Coffee—I knew Mud loved his coffee black with a whole lot of a cream— I giggled to myself, thinking that’s how he liked his women too. I made everything I had on hand, not knowing what his favorites were, biscuits of course, eggs, bacon, grits—I was going overboard. Soon, Mud sat at my kitchen table, shirtless, looking tastier than anything on my plate. I got up to get the oranges, and he pulled me down to his lap. I brushed my hand through his hair, smiling like a loon. He seemed just as smitten as he hugged me, laying his head against me.

So much had gone unsaid between us. So much had happened since our last time together. He’d killed a man because of me, something he’d never done before. I’d killed a man too. More than before, we were true outlaws now. I’d done what I had to do for my sisters and didn’t know everything he’d been through since but none of it mattered at the moment.

“I don’t want this day to end,” I told him, afraid he’d leave, and I’d never see him again.

That’s when Mud told me he had a surprise for me, and the unthinkable happened.

We went mudding.

Since his 4x4 was way back in Alabama, we got on our Harleys and took a short trip to a place that catered to outdoor fun. Mud and I forgot all about club business and spent the day at the adventure park. He talked me into taking an ATV through the mud—and getting completely covered. And what could I say, already loving motorcycles—I loved mudding. There were trails, jumps and slides, enough thrills to satisfy my craving for them.

Thankfully, there were also hot showers.

Naturally, we tried skeet shooting too, trying to best one another, and I had to admit he won out. Lastly, we rode something called a swamp buggy, like a cross between a pontoon and monster truck. We slogged through a mini everglade. Mud hadn’t ever spent much time in Florida, so it was neat to show him some of its beauty.

The sun beating down, warm on my shoulders, and Mud’s arms around me while we enjoyed the breeze, the peace and tranquility together, was the best part. In an otherwise crazy life, we found peace with each other.

Our day couldn’t get better until Mud said, “You think your kids would like this place?”

“Yeah, I think they would.”

We made plans to bring Gavin and Gail in May, when they’d be back home from Maine—which was a whole two months away.

Mud said he was hoping he’d be tasked with guarding the Roost, but regardless, he knew we’d find a way to see each other.

Notwithstanding the fun I had, I longed to get home and take another shower. Mud spent the night again. Knowing he’d have to leave the next day, we made sure to have enough fun to tide us over.

The next morning Sugar was back. He’d gotten word it was safe. He was joining me for a ride just as Mud was leaving my cabin.

Noticing my big smile, he said, “Girl, you sure are one happy hooker this morning.”

I tried not to giggle as Mud gave me a kiss on the cheek. He whispered, “I’m not saying bye because I plan to be back. Soon.”

He rode off, his long hair bellowing out behind him. I watched him leave feeling as giddy as a school girl.

“You love him?” Sugar asked with a dreamy voice.

“Yeah. Yeah, I think so.”

Sugar gave me all his sass. “So, tell me. How did this happen. I’ve not been gone that long. I want all the juicy deets.”

I began, “He’s my soulmate. My soul saw Mud’s and was like, where’ve you been? I’ve been looking all over for you... and that was that…”

The End, for now…

Next a sneak peek of Sunrise, Asphalt Gods’ MC #4…

Subject to change

Scar

I spent the week starfishing. Too high, too hammered, I was sprawled out like a damn starfish on my bed while Freedom done her best to make me forget about my sister Halley’s death and about Emery, who I thought would be the love of my life, running off. Now my ex bounced on my half flaccid cock, getting hers, but her stone cold face told me she was pissed I wasn’t enjoying it.

Tattoos of roses, skulls with spiders crawling out of their eye holes, full sleeves covered her arms, up and down her left side she had a tattoo of a chopper, just like the one she rode, and on her back, she wore Hannibal’s property patch right under our colors. Freedom’s face was painted up like a movie star, her lips as red as her fake hair and nails. Her humongous fake titties barely even bounced. Usually, I’d love to fuck a woman who could pass for a porn star, but I missed Emery. She was a real woman. It had nothing to do with her body either. It’d been something more. Facts were, she’d been mine. I’d gotten her branded too. Where ever she was, she had “Property of Scar” tattooed across her navel, real down low—colored like the fucking sunset.

I pushed Freedom off my dick.

She rolled on the bed and huffed. “I don’t know why you miss her so bad. Hannibal done told me she wasn’t much in the sack.”

Looking at her face, I saw her mouth creep up in an ugly, smug smile. Knowing her well, I knew the look. Freedom couldn’t hold in her venom long. She knew I’d not known anything about anyone messing with my woman. I rolled over and had her by the neck. My thumbs pushing in, I started choking her, only letting up when I asked her to explain.

She coughed.

I let go of her completely before I killed her.

She sat up and started dressing. “Daddy and him took yours when you were getting whipped.”

Motherfucking shit. The General and Hannibal had fucked with Emery as part of my punishment, meaning they fucked her while my brothers flogged me for going behind the club’s back. They could’ve killed me. They fucked with Emery too because she wore my patch. Emery hadn’t said a word to me about it. I closed my eyes, I remembered the night before I left for California, the night she’d cried herself to sleep in my arms. I’d had no idea anyone had hurt her.

No wonder Emery left.

Leaving Freedom behind, I went straight to the General’s house. Adopted daddy, president of the mother chapter of the Asphalt Gods’ MC or not, he and I were going to have it out.

When I made it to his door, his old lady Wanda stopped me. She guarded the door with her arms crossed, standing there looking like Freedom and Anarchy rolled into one, only wrinkled with an old woman’s hairdo, short and puffy. “You’re not storming in there, no matter what he’s done.”

“If you only knew.”

“Knew that he fucked that girl of yours? Yeah, I know. I figured my daughter couldn’t hold that secret long.”

“Did you know about my mother too?”

“There’s not a thing that goes on around here I don’t know. And don’t go believing Serpentine. The General isn’t really your daddy. If he were, don’t you think I would’ve told you about it to keep you off my daughter. Y’all would be kin, then.”

I shook my head thinking how horrible it’d be if it turned out she was—Freedom my sister. “I know he’s not my dad. Freedom couldn’t get all her evil from you.”

“I fer’get, you’re from good folk. Your daddy some college educated, professor, wasn’t he? You must’ve gotten your evil from that mama of yours, Kathy was it—Coyote Ghosts’ in her blood.”

Hearing she knew about my mother all along too and knowing she’d kept it from me so long, made me remember what Serpentine, that bastard, told me in California before I found out he killed my sister, before I cut his tongue out. He’d said the Gods had been after my family too, only the Sons of Satan had gotten to us first. According to him, Diablo and the General were feuding over my mother who, even though she’d been with my father as long as I could remember, wore the General’s brand. Serpentine told me my mom was the daughter of Wolverine, the old president of the Coyote Ghosts MC in Oklahoma—which happened to be the very state my family had been headed to, to see my mom’s family of all things, when my life changed, when my parents were killed, Halley was taken and I was saved by the Gods. Just thinking about all of it sobered me up as I set Wanda aside to go have my talk with the General.

She held her ground. “You can’t go in there. He’s with the doctor.”

I didn’t listen to her. I busted in there ready to let him have it but stopped when I saw Dr. Langley. The old man was with the doctor. Dr. Langley still made house calls, and he didn’t keep good records. That, amongst other bad practices was why the General employed him. The old man’s shirt was off while the doctor listened to his heart and back.

“What is it son?” The General looked surprised to see me. Wanda came in looking put out.

“What’s going on?”

“Well go on and tell him.” The General told the doctor after he’d looked to him for permission.

Wanda beat him to it. “He’s dying.”

“What?”

“He’s refused treatment. You didn’t know he has prostate cancer.” Dr. Langley brow scrunched up.

“No, I didn’t know.” I’d been gone, a Nomad for years, and when I was around, he seemed healthy as a horse.

“You’ve not been around, son,” the General said, using the same excuse.

“He’s had it awhile,” Wanda admitted.

“Diagnosed a couple of years ago,” Dr. Langley added.

“And you’re just letting yourself die?” I asked him, wondering what in the hell he was thinking.

“It’s not gonna kill me,” the General said.

Now that made sense, the General always thought he was invincible.

“It is if you don’t treat it,” the doctor told him. He turned to me. “Maybe you can talk him into coming in for treatment.” He patted me on the shoulder and took his leave. Wanda followed him out.

Good, we were alone.

When the door closed, I caught the old man unawares as he was putting his shirt back on. I hauled him up and had him against the walk by his fat neck.

“What’re doin’ boy,” he panted.

“Dying of cancer… I ought to kill you now for what you did to Emery.”

He chuckled. “Freedom can’t keep her mouth shut, eh?”

“You told me you didn’t know why she left.”

“I don’t know why. She didn’t seem to fight us much. Took me and Hannibal like a trooper. Ya’ oughta be proud of her.”

I punched him, let him fall and pulled him back up but his shirt collar.

Wanda came back in, saw us and left just as fast. Fuck, she’d go get one of my brothers.

The General knew it too. “All I’s know is you better back off. You and that girl are alive at my mercy. Could’ve killed you both. I made you my right hand. You oughta be grateful and you best start actin’ like it.”

Meat, Root and Chug stepped in to the room.

I let go of him and left. The General signaled for them to step aside. I didn’t want to make things worse for myself. I was already parked, meaning I couldn’t leave our community without my brothers running me down. Instead of a Nomad who could go where I pleased, now I was stuck. Yeah, I’d agreed to be the General’s VP but with chains on for the chance to buy Halley back. My brothers were supposed to be watching me, but on the other hand, no one had seen me storm over here to the General’s house. Internally, I kicked myself for not leaving to go find Emery earlier. I’d bought that she’d left on her own account. I’d let myself morn my sister who I should’ve mourned years ago. Everyone would be watching me now. I’d have to be careful, but I would leave to find Emery, and when I did, we’d never come back.

Emery

“Still can’t get a hold of him?” I asked my rescuer, Mud, who’d tried to call Scar every time we stopped.

Not able to reach him yet again, he shook his head. “No matter. We’ll make it to Tucson soon enough.”

The thought comforted me, but I said, “I’m going to be sick again.” I ran off for the bathroom, thankful it was unlocked. Sometimes the ones on the outside of the building weren’t. Shaking, I lowered myself toward the dirty gas station commode. I emptied my stomach of the fast food, Mud and I’d stopped for hours ago. Instantly relieved of my stomach ache, I rose and flushed. Rinsing my mouth out, I looked in the mirror. I looked like Hell had an ugly sister. Bags under my eyes, I hadn’t slept in a week or more. Actually, I didn’t even know how long it’d been since I’d seen Scar.  What was worse, I didn’t even know if he’d made it back from California. The General sent him after Serpentine to rescue his sister, alone. It had to have been a set up. I wished I would’ve told him that instead of focusing on the fact we wouldn’t be leaving the club anytime soon. The last time I saw him, I was a mess and couldn’t even tell him why. Deep down, I was angry at him although it hadn’t been his fault.

I was beginning to think Scar was dead. If he was alive, wouldn’t he be looking for me? No, I was sure he didn’t know the General made a deal with Manul about me and that Hannibal took me against my will, put me in a car to take me to Manul while he was gone.  Luckily, the Heelz caught up with us. Well, I thought it was lucky now that Mud somehow found me and said he’d take me back to Scar. The women bikers killed Hannibal and his Manul’s driver like there was nothing to it. And saving me for someone else, the Heelz hadn’t beat on me. I was glad of that. They’d all wanted to hurt me though, since I’d killed that Banshee bitch, but one of them told me they’d wait and let the Banshee’s mama do it. They told me after that they’d let the other motorcycle gang, the Mutherfukers rape me and then they’d hand me over to Manul.

Thankfully, none of that had happened. So, although I was dirty, tired and sick to my stomach, things could’ve been worse. I looked to my stitched up wrist wondering where such optimism came from, and I remembered Scar. Somehow, I cared for him more than I ever loathed myself. I saw a future with him that made me forget about the horrors of my past. I could make it a while longer if it meant I’d see him again.

I practically took a bath in the sink and left the bathroom feeling much better. When I rounded the corner, I saw trouble in the form of bikers and a van like the one that picked us up before. Mud saw me just as someone else did. Rosa, from Alabama sprinted toward me. Turning, I ran off behind the station, sure she’d catch me. I made it to a chain link fence, unsure what to do. I stopped long enough to see no one was after me. After a few moments, I snuck back to the gas station. Mud and everyone was long gone. His motorcycle was gone too, not like I could ride one. I stood for a minute with my hands on my hips, thinking of what to do next. Then, I crossed my arms, hugging myself. I couldn’t hitchhike to Tucson. Mud and I had already discussed that when we got there, he’d have to hide me and find Scar on his own. The General put a kill order out on me. Looking around I spotted a nice car, not much different than the one Hannibal put me in back in Tucson. I started walking backwards just as Manul stepped out.