Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) (10 page)

My bottom lip trembles as my heart races in my chest, and my breathing is so rushed and harsh spit is flying out of my mouth. “What did I do to you?”

Jesús frowns and tilts his head. “Oh, come now, you know this isn’t personal. I just happened to step into your territory, but I appear to be the bigger and better dog as it were. Sometimes a dog just has to know when to… roll over.”

Slumping my body and relaxing in the grip of whoever has me, I close my eyes clenching my jaw tight. The fucker has me, and he knows it too. Glancing through my blinking eyes, I look at Blade, and his frown lines are etched deep into his forehead. I’m pretty sure he thinks I should cave, I’m pretty sure I should too. I can’t risk Mille and the kids. Sure Willow doesn’t mean too much to me, but she means everything to Dylan, and I can’t lose him too. Losing another child, that would end me. There’s only one solution.

I have to give in.

It goes against everything I believe in, against everything I stand for, but I think of Chops right now and what he’d advise me to do. And if he were here, he’d tell me to take the deal and let the drugs and guns go. I’ve pretty much already let the guns go, so I just have to take the hit and find other avenues of profit.

How the fuck I’m going to do that?

I have no idea.

But I’m going to have to find a way.

“Okay,” I mumble.

Jesús raises his eyebrows and tilts his head. “Okay?”

“Okay, deal. I’ll cease everything, find other avenues of profit and my club and family are off your radar. No harm comes to anyone involved with the Satan’s Savages.”

Jesús smiles and nods his head once. “We have a deal. But try to fool me again, Mad Dog, or go behind my back… I won’t hesitate on my methods of retribution.”

Nodding, I take a deep defeated breath. “Understood.”

“Do you have any questions?” Jesús asks.

“I have a shit load, but only one really comes to mind.”

He tilts his head and smirks. “Shoot, well not with a gun. That would be unpleasant.”

I’d love to shoot him right now!

“How did you know where our meets were when we were meeting with the gangs to set up deals?”

He smiles and nods. “Ah yes. Don’t you just love how José and my men would turn up when you least expected it? You know those bugs you had installed around your clubhouse?”

Opening my eyes, I glare at Jesús wondering how he knew about those. They were there to catch out Stealth and Sentinel. “How do you know about those?”

“Interesting you had cops in your midst. I was wondering how long it was going to take you to act on that information, but anyway, that’s not what we’re talking about. I had my tech guy tap into your bugs so we could listen in. That’s how we knew the locations of the meets. We’re sneaky little buggers. Right, well now that that’s settled, would you like a drink? Whiskey? Bourbon? Or are you a wine type of man? You can never judge a book by its cover, you know,” Jesús asks cheerily, gesturing toward the mini bar he’s standing next to.

“If you don’t mind, I’d rather get back to my club. I obviously have arrangements I need to make.”

Jesús nods with a smile. “Of course, I know we’re on good terms now. We’re practically best friends…” he smiles, “…but, I’m going to have to put the sacks over your heads again on your way out. We can’t have you knowing where we’re located… you understand?”

Manuel walks over to me with the black sack, and I exhale and nod as he places it over my head again, and tightens the drawstring at the bottom. My hot breath smacks me in the face as everything turns black.

This is seriously fucked up!

I’m still pissed off from meeting with Jesús yesterday, as I sit in the clubroom eating and moping about. Chops is with me, and he hasn’t really left my side since I got back. I think he honestly thought I’d be coming back from the meeting yesterday in a body bag. Gotta admit, for a second there… I did too.

I notice Blade coming over to me, his mouth turned down in a frown and his brows furrowed as he carries his tablet.
Shit, this can’t mean anything good!

“Prez, I got a message on the tablet from Jesús. He’s asking for us to bring in all our stash.”

Exhaling grumpily as I shake my head, I look over at Chops. “We’ll have to go to Cupiditas to grab the eccys from Papi. Then take what’s left in the Chop Shop and bring them to Jesús. I hate that he’s beating me on this, but I can’t….” I pause and Chops nods.

He places his hand on my shoulder in a show of support. “I know, old man. I know what Millie means to you. We’ll find another way to make a profit, you’ll think of something, you always do.” 

Nodding, I look back up to Blade and glide my bottom lip between my teeth. “Get your brother ready, we’re heading to the whorehouse.”

Blade nods and walks off to gather his rabies infested brother, and I take a deep breath preparing to head down to the beach for a meeting with some whores.

Before we left for to the whorehouse, I asked Blade to pull up the security footage from the business. He’s good at what he does, and can tap into their feed.

What we saw shocked us.

A police protection unit was out the front of the premises.

So we held off heading there until we watched Papi leave with his missus. Surprise for us—the police escort left with them.

Turning to Chops, I raise an eyebrow and tilt my head. “What the fuck is that about?”

He shakes his head. “I have no idea, but we should definitely go and find out.”

Nodding, I click my tongue to the roof of my mouth. Blade puts the tablet away, and we head outside to our Hogs to get ready for a trip to Cupiditas.

The ride takes a while from Virginia, but it’s fucking awesome to feel the breeze against my face and the vibration of the engine between my legs. Being free against the wind is a calming sensation like nothing else. No medicine or hippy meditation crap can beat this feeling. Being a biker really does have its perks.

The loud rumble of our engines purr down the street as the upmarket facade of Cupiditas comes into view. There’s six of us riding, me, Chops, Acid, Blade, Penetrator, and Manson. We pull up out the front of the business, and duck walk our hogs into the sidewalk. The giant one-way windows make me smile, as I’m sure the people inside are probably freaking out at the six burly bikers pulling up outside. Well, five burly bikers and fucking Acid. We kick out our stands, jump off our Hogs, pull off our lids and step off making our way through the front door of the business. The place is awesome, not whore-house-like at all. Very upmarket and…
clean.

“Well, well, what do we have here then?” I ask in a menacing tone to the woman standing tall in front of me. She’s strikingly gorgeous with her long brown hair and athletic body. My cock twitches slightly from just looking at her.
Shame she’s a whore.

“A bunch of hairy bikers by the look of it,” she retorts making me chuckle. I like her, she’s sassy. Shaking my head, I look back at my brothers, and they all smirk obviously liking her sass too.

“Well, looks more like we have a bunch of mouthy whores to me. Bitches who better watch what they say.” If she wants to play with words, I can play back. My brothers grin and start moving closer toward her, as I notice the red-head at the desk beginning to look more than a little nervous. The brunette stands tall and looks me square in the eyes in defiance. “There are no whores here, thank you. I only employ top end escorts. But I guess you guys think all women are whores. Especially your old ladies, right?”

I glare at her with a grunt. She knows nothing about my Millie. “Listen smart mouth, you better watch yourself. Wouldn’t want your pretty face to get damaged like that shining little Star now, would you?” I decide to mention Papi’s girlfriend, the one we messed up a little to show Papi that we mean business. I know she works here, so this woman in front of me would have been affected by Star’s bashing too.

Her eyes glaze over and her nostrils flare, her hands reach out as she lunges forward grabbing me by the collar, and she pushes me hard, making me take a small step back in surprise as she gets up in my face. “Get the fuck out,” she yells which only makes me laugh at her attempt to frighten me.

It doesn’t.

“You’ll get that one for free. But touch me again, and you’ll look lovely in a nice shade of black and blue,” I tell her honestly. No one touches the president of an MC like that. But this woman is new to MC’s, she doesn’t know the rules, so I’ll give her one for free.

“Fuck you! Get out or I’ll call the police.” Her anger evident by the slight crack in her raised voice.

Stepping forward, I get right in her face and glare at her. “It’s not nice for ladies to swear. But you’re not a lady now are you? You’re a filthy… fucking… whore.”

She leans up and before I have a chance to register, her hand moves across slapping me hard across my face. Anger surges through me like a wave of lava rolling down a hill. My adrenalin spikes and I grab her hand hard pulling it up around her back, so high that her knees buckle slightly as she yelps in pain. “I told you, you only get one for free. Now you will pay. Get to it boys,” I demand, and my brothers laugh as they start to rush around the reception area smashing everything in sight. This bitch laid her hands on the president of the Virginia Satan’s Savages, so now her business will pay for it. The boys make their way through the foyer laughing and breaking everything, vases, windows, computers and the sound is like heaven to my ears.

The red-head leans toward the phone, I go to say something, but the bitch I have in an arm lock shakes her head.
Smart move, darling.
Acid notices Red looking at the phone, and he rushes over pulling the phone from the desk, the cord ripping the plasterboard from the wall. The two women jump. I chuckle as he then grabs Red’s coffee mug and smashes it into the screen of her computer. Acid laughs as Red jumps, and then he runs off to trash some more of whatever he can find that will break. The woman struggles in my grip, but I pull her arm up tighter.

“So, little whore, you run this place? That’s good to know. You know where my drugs are then? The two duffle bags that are being stored here… where are they?” I whisper in her ear as my brothers move down the hall. Her breathing is quick and rushed while piercing screams echo down the hall mixed with the noise of my brothers trashing Cupiditas. She tries to struggle free again, but I pull her arm up even higher as she yelps out in pain.

“I like hearing you whimper you, little whore,” I whisper in her ear maniacally.

She turns slowly, and a small smile crosses her face, and then suddenly she spits. A large ball of saliva coats my face and runs down my cheek. My nostrils flare, my eyes bulge out of their sockets, and I spin her around grabbing her hair, pushing her hard into the desk, pinning her to it with my weight. She feels good beneath me, and I try to stop thinking about how good this feels while attempting to remember that this bitch is pissing me off. “Say something stupid once more, you little slut, and I’ll shove that stapler so far up your cunt you’ll be pissing staples for a year,” I say while I move my hand to her jeans, and I start to undo her buttons. Just to scare her, I wouldn’t actually shove a stapler up her cunt. Unless she really fucked me off.

“Stop it!” Red calls out in her defence.

“Angel, shut up,” she yells back. I stop my movements on her pants and look up at Red with a smirk.

“You’re a pretty little thing. Angel… was it?”

I unpin the boss lady from the desk, and she straightens herself up doing up her jeans in record speed. Her shaking hands don’t go unnoticed, as she glares at me with such a fierce intent I’m almost threatened. “Hey, you have a beef? You take it out on me. Not my staff.”

A guy comes rushing out with long blond hair and muscles on muscles. He kind of reminds me of Gator. Actually, he could be Gator’s twin. It shocks me slightly as he looks at the woman and furrows his brows. “Boss, you okay?” he asks then turns his attention to me.

She nods and then he turns his attention to Angel, and she nods. Manson comes up behind Gator’s twin and kicks behind his legs, forcing his heavy knees to the floor with a thud. He moans out in pain while Angel screams and I smirk. Fucking Manson, always has a flare for the dramatic.

“Enough! What the fuck do you want?” Boss lady glares at me, and I tilt my head.

“It’s simple, darling. We want what is ours.” I step right up to her, no distance between us and the bitch doesn’t flinch. She stares right back at me.
I really like her!

“Your drugs aren’t here. The cops took them away.” She curls her lip up like she’s disgusted.

I exhale and shake my head.
Shit this is not good!
“Wrong answer, sweetheart.”

“There’s nothing here, Mad Dog,” Acid calls out as he walks back down from the hall along with Blade and Penetrator.

“Well, that’s a shame. Looks like you better find us our eccys, you fucking whore, or you’ll be in a whole world of hurt.”

She curls up her lip in disgust. “Find your own shit. I’m not helping you for a second, you spineless pig.”

Laughing, I raise my hand and backhand her across the face with such force that she falls to the ground. Her knees crash hard against the cold marble floor with such a loud thud, it sounded like her knee caps cracked. She doesn’t get to talk to me like that. Plus, I’m really pissed off. If the cops have my stash, then that means they got to Papi, and if they got to him, he could talk. Not only that, but I don’t have a stash to take to Jesús.

This is fucked!

She slowly looks back up at me, holding her cheek. A line of blood leaking from her lip as she breathes in harsh and fast.

“We’ll be back. Lose the attitude. Shit like that will end up with you in a ditch,” I scold.

There’s not much more I can do here. If the drugs are gone, then what’s the use of staying? Whistling, I nod my head and my brothers follow me, as I turn and traipse out of the now destroyed building.

I’m still really fucking pissed off, and I have no idea what I’m going to do now. Plus, that hot little mess in there gave me lip, and I’m fucked off at her for it. As I walk outside, I notice some bricks on the pavement from the council doing up the sidewalk.

“Oi, let’s wreck the front too,” I announce.

Acid jumps up and down laughing, as we all pick up some bricks and hurtle them at the front of Cupiditas. The one-way windows all smash, and the glass cascades to the floor in ear piercing sounds as we wreck the only thing that was left untouched.

Fuck with me bitch, and I’ll fuck up EVERYTHING of yours.

Glancing inside, I see everyone cowering as the windows shatter. Smirking, I jump on my Hog, start my engine and hightail it the fuck out of Dodge.