Merrick: Harlequins MC (2 page)

Merrick was enjoying a leisurely blowjob from Sonya when his phone began to chirr. She’d woken as he settled into the bed when he arrived home, saving him the trouble of waking her up, and they had spent the next hour in a slow and easy fuck. Afterwards, they had slept until she woke him up with her mouth on his cock. He smiled as he took a deep breath in pleasure. That was one of the great things about Sonya: she certainly knew how to wake a man up.

He glanced at the time as he reached for his phone. He’d tumbled into bed about four, and with the hour they’d spent fucking, he’d only gotten about four hours of sleep last night. He glanced at the display on his phone. He had an extensive contact list, but this number was unknown. He started to ignore it, but then pressed the green button.

“Capra.”

“Mr. Capra, please hold for Taylor Goode.”

He smiled as he waited on the phone. Life was good. How many guys were lucky enough to be getting blowjobs while conducting business?

“Mr. Capra, Taylor Goode here. I’ll come straight to the point. We are having a difficult time managing the crowds. I’d like to meet with you, say at noon, at the La Palacio Hotel to discuss hiring you for location security.”

He looked down at the sexy woman slowly bobbing her head on his cock. The La Palacio was a thirty-minute ride, plus he needed to shower, and he needed time to fuck Sonya again. “I’m in the middle of something at the moment. Make it one.” He grinned at her as she looked up at him to smile and wink before she plunged down his shaft again.

“I’ll meet you in the restaurant of the hotel at one. If we can reach an agreement, how soon can you start?”

“As quick as I can make a phone call.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to meeting with you again.”

“See you at one.” Merrick hung up his phone and took a deep breath as he flexed his hips up, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. He tossed his phone back onto the side table. He’d won again, just like he always won, and now he was going to fuck the shit out of Sonya to celebrate.

“Come here, you,” he said as he twisted and grabbed one of Sonya’s legs, dragging her around and pulling her hips over his face.

***

It was ten minutes after one when Merrick strolled into the La Palacio Hotel. It had taken a little longer to satisfy Sonya than he’d expected.

“One?” the hostess asked.

“I’m meeting someone. Taylor Goode.”

The hostess’s face lit up. “Are you part of the movie?”

“That’s what I’m going to find out.”

She smiled while giving him the once over. “Right this way.” She led him to a large table set well in the back. The table would seat at least six, but there were only two men there. One was Taylor, but Merrick didn’t know who the second man was.

“Sorry I’m late,” Merrick said stopping at the table as the hostess returned to her station. “My business took a little longer than I expected.”

Taylor and the other man rose and shook his hand. “I completely understand. This is Will Wasp, my first unit director. Will, Merrick Capra.”

“Nice to meet you, Will.”

“Nice to meet you, Merrick. Please sit down,” Will said as he began to sit.

“Merrick, we’re having a lot of trouble with the locals. The police are useless,” Taylor began.

Merrick struggled to hide his smile. “Oh? How’s that?”

“It’s mostly kids, but they crowd up on the barricades and make a lot of noise, or slip past our parameter and walk through shots, shit like that. Like I said, the police are useless. We can block off the roads, but since they are public streets, we can’t legally prevent people from entering. We’ve asked for police on the barricades for crowd control, but…let’s just say they have been less than completely cooperative. We’ve hired a few off-duty police officers, but, frankly, we don’t have enough.”

Merrick nodded. “You want my club to provide security?”

“That’s right.”

“We can do that. What’s it pay?”

“Five hundred a day.”

Merrick began to rise. “Thank you for your time.”

“Wait!” Taylor said. “What will it take?” he asked as Merrick sat down again.

“Fifteen hundred dollars a day. For that I guarantee security when and where you need it.”

“That’s pretty expensive security,” Will said softly.

“Your fifteen hundred buys you as many as one hundred fifty men and a guarantee you won’t have any problems.”

Will and Taylor looked at each other. “A thousand a day, with a five hundred dollar bonus if we meet our daily shooting schedule.”

“I have no control over you meeting your shooting schedule,” Merrick pointed out.

Taylor drummed his fingers on the table. “I need some guarantee.”

Merrick smiled. “Okay. I guarantee you won’t have crowd problems or you don’t have to pay us. But I have a few conditions.”

“What?” Will asked.

“First,
we
handle security. The cops have to go. They may not like some of our methods. Second—”

“Wait a minute!” Taylor interrupted. “We can’t have you roughing people up!”

Merrick’s smile widened slightly. “And we don’t intend to. But do you want the crowds to quiet down or not? You make an example out of one or two people and the rest fall in line. We’ve provided security to a lot of events and people around here know us. It probably won’t come to that, but I can’t have you tying my hands and still do the job. Second,” he continued, “we handle only security. We’re not a bunch of flunkies you can order around. My men report to me, and me alone. You want something changed or done, you see me. Finally, we have access to the facilities on the set. It’s hotter than hell out there, and my men will be there every minute, so we need to be able to get something to eat or drink, and use the restrooms.”

There was an extended pause as Taylor and Will looked at each other. “We have to do something or we might as well pack up and go home,” Will said.

Taylor paused a moment longer then extended his hand and Merrick took it. “We have a deal. I’ll have a contract drawn up. But we have a few conditions, as well. Foremost among them is no talking to the talent. You don’t speak to them unless you are spoken to first. Understand?”

Merrick snorted. “Not a problem.”

“If you need something, find a crew member. There will be plenty of PAs around.”

“PAs?”

“Sorry, Production Assistants. Their job is to make sure everyone and everything is where it needs to be when it needs to be there. Talk to them. If they can’t handle it, they’ll know who can.” Taylor looked at his phone. “It’s one-thirty now. There’s a ten o’clock call at the Plaza Cinema downtown. You know where that is? Can you be setup for that?”

“Call?”

Will grinned. “You’ll get used to the terms. Call mean when we want you at the location or on set. We’ll start setting up around eleven and start shooting between one and two. Tonight we’ll shoot until four or until we get the shot.”

Merrick nodded. “We’ll be there.”

Merrick was rising to leave when Poppy walked in and headed directly for their table. She was lovely, of course, and Merrick admired her as she approached. Standing five-five or five-six, she had wavy coal black hair to just below her shoulders, large dark eyes set wide in her round face, and a body that would stop a clock.

“I just got the call sheet,” she began, her voice hard. “If it’s going to be like last night, you can shove your fucking movie. I’ve got better things to do than to sit around sweating my ass off while the crew jacks off. What are you going to do about these fucking hick rednecks?”

Merrick sucked on his teeth in annoyance, but held his tongue. He didn’t give two shits what she thought. He knew from watching her over the last few days she was nothing but a spoiled bitch who would be best served by having a cock shoved in her mouth so she couldn’t talk.

“We’ve contracted with a new security team and they have guaranteed they can handle the crowd,” Taylor explained, his voice firm but deferential.

“That’s what you said before.”

“This time it will be different. You have my word. We’ll have five times the resources.”

She glared at him, then swept the table with her eyes, pausing on Merrick for a moment before returning her gaze to Taylor. “See that it is. I’m not sitting around on my ass all night like I did last night. If the hicks keep fucking up the takes, I’m outta there.”

“Poppy, you have a contract that—”

“I don’t give a fuck about the contract. You came to me, remember? I’ll do my job when you do yours.” She turned and walked away without a backwards glance.

Merrick watched her go, admiring the swing of her ass. “She’s a real sweetheart,” he said as she barged past a waiter, making him scramble to hold onto his tray.

Will chuckled. “She’s young. She’ll grow out of it or she won’t last long,” he said, sounding like the kindly grandfather he looked like.

“What’s with her, anyway?” Merrick asked.

“She’s fresh off a blockbuster, and she stared in a popular television show before that. It’s gone to her head. She hasn’t realized making good movies is a team effort,” Will explained.

Merrick gave a small nod. “Don’t talk to the talent you said? No problem.”

***

Merrick walked into the Harlequins’ clubhouse and flipped on the lights. The Harlequins weren’t a mega club, not like the Demon Riders, Devil’s Advocates, or one of the other national clubs. They had 155 brothers in the Laredo area, in the one chapter, and that was it.

None of the bothers drew their sole income from the club, even himself, so it wasn’t surprising the clubhouse was empty in the middle of the day, the brothers either at work or home with friends or family.

It worked for them. The core of the Harlequins, the twenty members who knew all the details of the club, had their own businesses that covered their expenses while they drew a portion of their income from the club. The other 135 members paid dues and were completely out of the loop on where the club generated the bulk of its revenue. As far as they knew, the club worked occasional security gigs or other odd jobs, and survived off the dues the members paid.

He drew himself a beer from the tap then settled into his favorite chair and called Jacob West, his VP.

“Merrick,” Jacob said in way of greeting.

“We got the job,” Merrick began. “We start at ten tonight. Because we’re going to have to shut down what we started, I’m going to ask for everyone to be there. I want at least a hundred brothers on the barricades tonight. I’ll send out a text as soon as I hang up.”

“Did you get what you we wanted?”

Merrick grinned. “More. Their star had a meltdown on set last night while I was there, so I told them I wanted fifteen hundred.”

“And they went for it?”

Merrick’s smile grew. “They offered five hundred, but when I stood up and started to leave, they asked me what it would take. They balked, a little, but they’re desperate.”

“Out fucking standing!”

“Yeah. Go fuck your old lady and then catch a nap. It’s going to be a long night. I’m going to want everyone at the clubhouse at nine.”

“I’ll be there.”

“You can ignore the text you’re about to get,” Merrick said. “Later, brother.”