Jax's Dilemma:Insurgents Motorcycle Club (Insurgents MC Romance Book 2) (14 page)

Hawk, standing up, slammed his fist on the table. Surprised, they all quieted down.

“We’re not here to party. We’re here to find out what the fuck is goin’ on with this club,” he said.

Angry voices replaced the excited ones from a few moments earlier. Jax went on high-alert. His job as a Sergeant-at-Arms was to keep his club and his brothers safe from harm. He had to be focused and aware of everything going around him at all times. He scrutinized the faces and body language of the irate members in the room.

“Why the fuck didn’t Banger pay me the respect to come himself if he had a problem with the way I’m runnin’ things?” Dustin demanded.

“I don’t owe you an explanation about shit. The point is this shithole club is outta control and things have got to change ASAP. Got it?” Hawk bored a hole in Dustin.

“Change what?”

“For starters, all underage girls have to go. Now. No minors stripping or prostituting, and no minors fuckin’ any of the brothers. Next, all hard drugs are out since you fuckers don’t know how to use without losing. Your drug use is making your brains mush, which means bad decisions on your part. We’re fuckin’ tired of bailing your asses out all the time.” Hawk paused, his words hanging over the room’s stunned silence.

“Fuck you, asshole!” Shack, the charter’s vice president, yelled, breaking the silence.

Several charter members cussed and pounded their fists on the table. One burly man with a long, unkempt beard approached Hawk, hand reaching inside his cut. Before Hawk could react, Jax had the big man face-down on the floor. The man grunted and flailed like a harpooned fish out of water.

“Don’t try anything stupid or I’ll gut you right here and now,” Jax hissed in the man’s ear. “Got it, asshole?” The man growled his response.

Shack, red-faced with fury, said, “Let our brother go.”

“Not until he shows some respect. I’d advise you to do the same. Hawk represents our president and our club. You don’t respect that, I’ll fuckin’ stomp each and every one of you,” Jax said in a deadly calm voice.

He nodded at Hawk to continue, who said, “And one last thing. We’re taking over the gun deal. You’ve fucked it up enough.”

Dustin clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing while he rubbed his face. “That’s our deal, and you fuckin’ know that.”

“
Was
your deal. We fixed it up for you morons, and you fuckin’ blew it. We’re taking it over. This isn’t open for discussion.” Hawk crossed his arms over his chest.

“Fuck, we need the money. Banger can’t do this.” Dustin paced back and forth in front of the table.

“Banger can and did. You’ll get your money. It’s just that we’re orchestrating this operation now. We’ll show you fuckers how it’s supposed to be done.” Hawk sank back down into the black leather chair.

Jax slowly let the large man up from the floor, his face covered in blood from the force in which Jax slammed him to the ground. He kept his eye on the charter member until the man went to the back of the room, took out a large rag, and wiped his face.

“If we get the money, then do what you need to do. I can’t say I’m happy with this, but I’ll take it up with Banger, president to president.” The jab Dustin made on Hawk’s second-in-command status was not lost on the Colorado members. Dustin picked up the gavel and pounded it on the table, saying, “Church is adjourned. Let’s show our national members a good time tonight.

Jerking his chin to his brothers, Hawk said, “Let’s get our shit outta our bikes.”

Outside, the Colorado brothers huddled near their Harleys. The lights from the clubhouse illuminated the parking lot. Jax, still pissed from church, said, “These fuckers should be nixed out of the Insurgents family. They don’t have respect, and they don’t know what the hell Insurgents stand for.” He jumped up and down in place so he could burn off some excess energy. If he didn’t, he was afraid he was going to hurt someone; his anger was palatable.

“Steady, man. We can’t have you blowing your fuse. Let it ride; we’ve more important things to do,” Hawk said.

Jax grunted as he continued to jump up and down.

“Things could get a bit sticky because Banger and I believe there’s a double-crosser in the charter club, and that’s why the deal didn’t go down. We got a scout who’s been keeping track of the comings and goings of these assholes. I’m meeting up with him later. We gotta find out who it is if we’re going to be successful in delivering the guns and not getting our asses wasted.” Hawk looked at each of them.

“Jax, I need you to pass bullshit to these sorry-ass members that we’re moving the guns tomorrow afternoon to the red barn by Jackson Road and the deal is going down on Friday night. We’re actually gonna meet with the Irishman on Thursday night. Let’s see who shows up at the red barn tomorrow night. No one knows what’s going on but us, understood?”

They all nodded in agreement. After they took their clothes and toiletries out of their saddlebags, they headed back to the clubhouse.

Two hours later, Chas and Jax sat on barstools downing their shots of Jack. The clubhouse party was in full swing. The coke flowed freely, and the club sluts swayed their scantily clad bodies to the beat of “Cherry Pie” by Warrant. Dustin came up to them, a slut on each arm, and said in a thick voice, “Hey, here’s a welcoming present for each of you. The blonde can suck like a pro and the brunette loves it in the ass. You guys decide who gets who.” He shoved the women toward Chas and Jax.

A stunning redhead walked by, her ass cheeks exposed. Dustin grabbed her and slammed her against Hawk. “Oh, fuck,” she said as her head collided with his jaw. Rubbing her head, she looked up at Hawk and smiled. “Hey, you’re good-looking.” Chas and Jax laughed while Hawk lightly pushed her away.

“What the fuck, man? You don’t like red pussy?” Dustin asked.

“Nah, just not interested.” Hawk replied.

Jax, his arm around the blonde, shook his head and said, “He’s got an old lady. He’s off the market.”

“Really? I never figured you’d get an old lady.”

“Well, I did.” Hawk threw back his Jack, gave a knowing look at Chas and Jax, and said, “Gonna get some fresh air then call it a night.” He walked out of the clubhouse.

“Fuck, never thought I’d see the day Hawk would turn down some prime pussy. Never thought I’d see him leave a party, either,” Dustin said as he scratched his head.

“He’s taken now, but I’m not and I love all colors of pussy,” Jax said as he pulled the redhead into his hard chest. The blonde was stroking his cock while he played with her tits, and the redhead kissed him deeply, rubbing her big tits against his chest. He looked over to Chas who was busy licking the brunette’s mound.

“Let’s get more comfortable on the couches,” Jax said to the two club sluts. They jumped up, each taking one of his hands, and led their man to a tattered blue couch in the corner of the room. Blocking out images of Cherri, Jax took a deep gulp of whiskey, pulled the women down with him on the couch, and let the fun begin.

*     *     *

Jax woke up
to a pounding headache. He looked around the unfamiliar room then noticed a warm body next to his back and another against his chest. He looked down and saw the blonde who’d sucked his dick dry earlier.

He wasn’t sure how he ended up in this room, but he remembered fucking the two women every way possible. The blonde sighed and pressed her ass harder into his cock. The redhead bumped against his ass with hers as she turned in her sleep. Jax looked at both women and a sense of emptiness filled him.
What the fuck? I just had amazing sex with two beautiful women and I’m… what? Depressed? What the fuck?

Jax glanced at the glowing red numbers on the clock beside the bed; they read two-fifteen in the morning. He reached over the blonde—he couldn’t remember either woman’s name—and retrieved his phone. Without thinking, he dialed Cherri’s number.

“Hello?” Her lilting voice lifted his spirits.

“Hey, sweetness, how’ve you been? Still at Dream House?”

“Hi, Jax. I’m okay. Yeah, I’m still here. I’m finishing up some paperwork then I’m going home. You’ve been keeping a low profile.”

“Yeah, it’s been, like, two weeks since I saw you at the club party. I’m in Nebraska right now.”

“Really? Whatcha doin’ there?”

“Club business.”

A long silence ensued.

“Well, I guess, I… um… I better get goin’, you know? It’s late and I’m tired… okay? Yeah, right.”

“Sweetness… I miss you,” he whispered.

More silence.

“Sweetness?”

“Yes?” Her voice was so low he barely heard her.

“Did you hear me? I miss you.”

“I heard you. I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything. Just wanted to tell you.”

“Thanks. I’ve been missing—”

“Hey, sexy, ready for another round?” The blonde had woken up and began stroking Jax’s dick.

Jax froze in place. Cherri’s gritted sigh grumbled in his ears.

“
Really
, Jax? You called to tell me you miss me while you’re fuckin’ a whore? Fuck off, and don’t call me again!”

The phone went dead. Jax stared at it.
How do I keep fuckin’ up things with Cherri?
The redhead, finally awake, rubbed Jax’s back while kissing his shoulders. Nothing stirred in him except for the sinking pit in his stomach. He wanted Cherri in his bed. Pushing the women away, he said, “Not now. I gotta sleep. Go on and find another brother. I’m done.”

Shrugging, the two nude women jumped up and walked out of the room in search of another pair of arms to hold them. Jax groaned and fell back on the pillow, his arm over his eyes. He let his mind drift back to the afternoon when he and Cherri fucked. After so many months, he finally had her trust, and then he fucked the whole damn thing up. All he could think about was her and how he wanted his Cherri back in his arms.
Fuck Gunner. Cherri is mine, and I’ll have her, no matter what the consequences are.

After much tossing and turning, he fell asleep with Cherri’s sultry smile on his mind.

E
arly the next
morning, Jax and the others met at the diner on Elm Street. Kilson was a small town, and the diner seemed to be the hot spot for the locals. Thankfully, the charter members were still passed out when the Colorado Insurgents left the clubhouse.

“So, what’s the news?” Jax asked as he sipped his coffee.

PJ lowered his voice and said, “Hawk and I went out last night to meet up with the scout. He’s been tailing the charter members for a while. He said Shack’s been leaving the clubhouse late at night and meeting up with some bikers far out of town. He told us the bikers have leather jackets with the colors green and purple. He made out an emblem on the back of one guy’s jacket—the grim reaper on a Harley.”

“The Demon Riders? What the fuck are they doing in Insurgents territory? And what the fuck is the VP doing hangin’ with them?” Jax scanned the faces of his brothers.

“It’s what you think—Shack is double-dealing. He’s working with the Irishman
and
the Demon Riders. I knew he was a piece of shit, but now he’s a traitorous piece of shit.” Hawk clenched his fists.

“Do you think Dustin is in on this?” Jax asked.

“It seems Shack is acting alone. Hell, the others are too busy getting high and fucked to know what the shit’s goin’ on,” PJ said.

“The Demon Riders have an affiliation with the Deadly Demons. Is Reaper involved in this?” Chas asked as he winked at a waitress who was checking him out.

“Not sure. That’s something we’re gonna have to find out when we get back to Pinewood Springs. Right now, we have to make sure the Irishman gets his weapons, the Demon Riders get squat, and Shack is taught a lesson for betraying the Insurgents.” Hawk paused as he drained his coffee cup.

“More coffee for you good-looking men?” The cutesy waitress with ample cleavage bent down low to give the brothers a view of her assets. She smiled broadly and licked her lips as her eyes settled on Chas’ face.

“Come back in about fifteen minutes. We don’t want to be disturbed. Got it?” Axe snarled.

Flustered, her cheeks reddened and she turned around, scuttling back to the counter.

“Why’d you do that, Axe? She was sorta hot.” Chas smirked.

“She’s a bitch who wants some biker cock. We can find that shit anywhere. We gotta finish up here so we can head back home.”

“Axe is right. The way I’m figuring it is the Demon Riders are paying Shack big money to sell the guns to them. The fucker’s gonna let the assholes know when and where the deal is going down. Shack will meet with the Irishman, get the money, then give him the guns. The Irishman and his henchmen will probably be ambushed at some point by the Demon Riders. They’ll be history, and the Demon Riders will get some fuckin’ heavy-duty artillery.” Hawk’s jaw tightened.

“No wonder Shack was so fuckin’ pissed when you told him we’re taking over the deal. The asshole is screwing his own club brothers and bringing all this shit down on the Insurgents. Let me take care of him.” Jax narrowed his eyes into slits.

“Oh, yeah, you can take care of him tonight when his ass shows up at the barn. You guys spread the word we moved the weapons to the barn, yeah?” Hawk asked.