Hidden Secrets (Satan's Prophets MC) (7 page)

Jumping to his feet, JD took off to the other side of the bar thinking to himself that she’d better not be with some guy or he was gonna be laying out in the dirt with that other prick. One of the dancer’s was on stage doing her routine. Not paying any attention to her, his eyes scanned the crowd. Spotting Jasmine, he saw red. There she was in a skimpy, little outfit with her tits hanging half out. No fucking way, JD thought to himself.

Jaz was shocked to see JD walking rapidly towards her with a pissed-off scowl on his face.
What the hell?
she thought.
What’s with this guy now? Doesn’t he ever smile?
Not wanting to cause a scene, Jaz apprehensively said, “Hi.” She guessed he didn’t care about a scene when he grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the bar.

“Babe, you just keep jumping right back into that fire, don’t you?” JD felt his temper rising.

“What are you babbling about now? I’m working here. This is my job, you know, like needing money to survive,” she replied in a pissed off voice. “You are
not
responsible for me. I’m my own woman.”

“Thought I made myself clear. I’m interested in you.”

“Yeah, so?” Jaz said stubbornly.

“So that means I don’t like you prancing around showing off your tits to every horny bastard in this place.”

Sighing
… Jaz knew she couldn’t deny the truth any longer. JD was sexy as sin and if her tingling girly part was any indicator she was very interested in him, too. “Look, I need to get back to work before Joe comes out and fires me. We aren’t allowed too many breaks.”

“Don’t worry about that fat prick, I’ll take care of him. What time are you done here? I’m following you home to make sure you’re safe.”

Jaz thought of all the asshole drunks leering at her tonight and was actually glad for JD’s protection. “I’m usually done around two.”

“Got that. I’ll be here waiting.”

JD went back over to the table and sat down. Lighting up a smoke and slamming down a shot that was left for him, he sat listening to Roach talk about some slut he had banged earlier. Roach was just getting to the interesting part when all of a sudden he jumped up, yelling for some dancer to get off the stage.

“Oh fuck, here we go again,” Drifter mumbled disgustedly.

When Roach stood up so did JD and Drifter, trying to hold him back. The dancer on the stage had stopped dancing and was staring at Roach in shock. The crowd started booing and yelling out obscenities at the girl. Looking like she didn’t know what to do, she ran off the stage to one of the back rooms.

“Susanna!” Roach was yelling after her. JD was shaking Roach and telling him to calm the fuck down. Finally, he seemed somewhat calmer so JD let him go. Roach bolted off after Susanna with JD, Drifter, Rebel, and Spokes on his tail.

“Damn it! We gotta keep Roach from hurting whoever she is,” JD was yelling now.

When Roach found the door to the room locked, he backed up a step and kicked it in. Inside the room, Susanna was standing, bravely facing Roach. “Susanna, put some damn clothes on and do it right now.” Seeing that Roach had gotten over his killing rage, the bros’ left the room.

“What the fuck was that about?” JD asked, looking at Drifter.

Shrugging his shoulders, Drifter wondered out loud, “Anyone know who the chick is?” They shook their heads ‘no’.

“Well, whoever she is, this shit runs deep,” added JD.

Back in the bar area, the crowd settled down as soon as a new dancer walked onto the stage. Jasmine and Jackie stood there with their mouths hanging open. “Wow, what’s going on with that?” Jackie wondered out loud.

Jaz just shook her head. “No idea.”

Just then, Joe walked over and stood a little too close to Jaz’s side. He always made Jasmine feel uncomfortable and now was no different. He would rub up against her when passing by or touch her unnecessarily and at odd times.

“Care to tell me what’s going on?” Joe asked, rubbing Jasmine’s back with light, little strokes. Feeling uneasy, Jasmine shot him a nasty look and walked away. With her lips twisted in disgust, Jackie followed Jasmine.

Fucking little bitches
, Joe thought to himself. He guessed he was going to have to slip a little something into Jasmine’s drink some night to make her more welcoming.

A little while later, Roach came walking over to the brothers’ with his arm around a very much, subdued Susanna. “Heading out, catch ya’s later,” Roach announced.

“At least she’s still alive,” Spokes chimed in.

“I don’t know about that. From the look on her face, I’d say she’s scared to death,” JD said, laughing at his little joke.

JD hung around the bar waiting for Jasmine to finish up. Not drinking too much had its advantages—like seeing the dancers take men into the back rooms. He’d have to set one up, just to see what the club was dealing with here. A private blow job is one thing, but he hoped it wasn’t an all-out prostitution ring. That’s big problems that the club didn’t need right now.

“I’m ready,” Jasmine called out, approaching JD. Jaz had to admit to herself that she felt totally safe walking out in the parking lot at two in the morning with JD.

JD parked his Harley alongside Jasmine’s car at the motel. When she pulled her room key out of her purse, JD took it from her and put it into the lock. As she stood there hoping he’d kiss her, she was thinking why fight it? She figured it’s a losing battle, anyway.

JD opened the door and walked right into her room, taking Jasmine by complete surprise. “Close the door, babe.”

Really! He just walks in! I’d better set up some ground rules fast,
Jaz thought to herself.
After all, I’m my own woman.

Intending to do just that, one second she was standing outside the door and the next second she was inside the room. “What” is all she got out before her lips were covered by his hard, demanding mouth, tasting of tobacco and liquor. His tongue ravished her mouth and she wanted it.

Jaz melted into JD’s kiss as he slipped his hand between their bodies and caressed her breasts, brushing his fingertips across her fully engorged nipples. She couldn’t remember being this turned-on in a long time.

JD slowly lowered his mouth to dribble kisses down her neck as his hand slid into her shorts to search for her little pleasure nub. “Fucking sweet little pussy is soaked, babe,” he whispered in her ear. “Can’t wait to taste that sweet pussy nectar.”

Jasmine’s hands grabbed at JD’s muscled flesh while his finger circled slowly before he slid one up inside of her and then another. Her mind was too crazed with lust to have any control over her body when he started fucking her with his fingers. All of a sudden, wave after wave of intense pleasure spiraled through her.

Breathing heavily, JD could feel his prick, hot and heavy inside his jeans. Looking down at Jasmine, he pulled his fully enlarged dick out of his jeans. Jasmine knew enough about sex to know he needed a release. Making a fist around his rock hard cock, her hand started moving slowly up to the tip and down, again and again. It was a matter of seconds before JD moaned out his own pleasure.

Picking up a still pliant Jasmine, JD carried her over to her bed. Fully sated, she was half asleep in his arms. Laying her down on the bed gently, he considered staying the night. Instead, he kissed her on her slightly swollen lips and left.

Hopping on his Harley, JD took off like a bat out of Hell. He flew down the highway heading out of town, needing some wheels burning up the asphalt to clear his head. JD didn’t like the feelings he felt when he was with Jasmine. Hell, every clubhouse he’d stopped at, he had his pick of willing bitches. Why did Jasmine feel different to him? Not liking where this might be heading, he decided to put some distance between them.

Not knowing what else to do, Roach took Susanna to his house over in Green Grove. He bought the house a few years ago when he was thinking of taking an old lady. Things didn’t work out between them, but luckily he kept the house. It was an old fixer upper that was in foreclosure and he got it cheap, just for the taxes owed on it. The house was a small ranch with two bedrooms and one and a half bathrooms. Roach worked on it in his spare time or when he had some thinking to do. Now he was glad he did fix it up and it was livable.

Susanna’s brother Melvin and he were friends all through high school. When Roach was drafted into the military, Melvin—thinking it would be a great adventure—decided to sign up.

Seeing Susanna again brought back all those long forgotten memories of the good old days—like drag racing his sixty-six GTO down a long strip of highway, going to the drive-in movie theatre and sneaking in his friends in the trunk of his car. And when he was really broke, his dates consisted of just plain old necking on an old dirt road with a hoagie and a six pack. Sometimes Roach wished he could go back and do it all over again. Maybe that’s why club life suited him—because it’s a life just as wild and free as his life was growing up.

When Melvin was killed in Viet Nam, it was Roach who traveled home with his body and informed his parents and sister. Susanna seemed so young back then, but looking at her now, she seemed to have aged fast. Roach wondered what the hell brought her down this path.
What the fuck
, he thought.
Time to straighten this cluster-fuck out.

Susanna was sitting in one of Roach’s t-shirts, enjoying a fresh-perked cup of coffee when Roach walked in smelling nice from a morning shower. Her head was bent down as she stared into her cup. Susanna felt very embarrassed to think that Roach had seen her up on that stage dancing.

“Talk to me, sweetheart. What’s going on in your life? There’s got to be a better way—whatever the problem is. Let me help you.”

“At first, I didn’t know it was you, Roach. When I heard this booming, loud voice calling my name, I panicked and ran.”

“I guess I could have handled it better, but it hit me like a ton of bricks. When I recognized you up there—Melvin’s little sister—I went ballistic. I couldn’t just sit there and watch my best friend’s sister take off her clothes—and with all those fucktards eyes on you. Whatever it is, I’ll help you Susie Q. You’re not alone any longer.”

Hearing Roach call her Susie Q made Susanna cry. “I’m sorry. It’s just that Melvie always called me that when we were growing up. Losing him nearly destroyed me. I know it did my parents.”

“What happened afterwards?”

“My father always drank pretty heavy, but then my mom started drinking. I guess she couldn’t handle it any other way. Things got pretty bad at home with their fighting and hateful words. I was so lost. I started going out and met up with some pretty wild girls. We hung out at some really bad bars around town. That’s where I met Johnny, your typical bad boy. He paid attention to me and helped me forget the pain. He was so good-looking, I didn’t see anything past that.” Susanna started crying again. “I should’ve listened to some of the girls who told me to steer clear, but I didn’t. When he asked me to marry him, I was over the moon happy. Then the beatings started. Johnny would get so mad over the stupidest little things—like supper being late or if there was a dirty dish in the sink.” Susanna was shaking now and wrapped her arms around her waist.

Roach got up to get a bottle of booze and poured some into her coffee. “Here, try this. You don’t have to tell me more, Susanna. I get the picture. Where is he now?” Roach asked, seeing red.

“Honestly, I don’t know. One of my closer friends lent me some money to get away from him. I just left. Maybe he’s looking for me, I just don’t know. I kept on moving and finding different jobs, but I needed more money than they paid. So when I heard some girls talking in a diner one day about dancing and the money they made I figured I could dance, too. Only I really hate it—all those dirty old men staring at me.” Susanna looked at Roach, her eyes begging him to understand. “But at this point, I have no choice.”

“Well, you have a choice now, Susie Q. From now on, you’re under my protection. You’re gonna stay here. I’m usually at the club most of the time, anyway. That fucking scumbag comes around here looking for you, he’ll have to deal with me and my club. It won’t be pretty.”

Susanna burst out crying again as she got up to fling her arms around Roach. “Thank you. I can’t believe I can finally have some peace.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Susie Q. I’m doing this for Melvin, too. I know he’d do the same for me. We always had each other’s back.”