SAVAGE HEART (Layne & Shelby Book Two) (A Devil Call MC Book) (10 page)

I stared into the bag.

My hands started to shake.

“
What
the fuck did you do?
”
I
asked.

“
Kidnapped
the VP of the Mountain Killers. Cut off his head.
”

I looked back down in the bag.

Sure enough, there was Stryker
’
s head
…
staring up at me with his lifeless eyes
.

*PART
TWO*

1.

(Layne)

Brett put his mouth into the bend
of his elbow. He shook his head as I threw the last shovel of dirt on Stryker
’
s severed head. I patted the dirt
and tossed the shovel into a second hole. I kicked dirt over it and then looked
at my work.

Nobody would know. Nobody would
check. Maybe someday someone would be fucking around would dig up what would be
a skull. That was if Oakville became a corporate town and was taken over by
commercial and residential whores looking to make money.

“
Christ,
that
’
s nasty,
”
Brett said.

“
Come
on, brother, that can
’
t be
the first severed head you
’
ve
ever seen,
”
I said with a
grin.

“
No,
it
’
s not. But it
’
s the first I
’
ve seen buried. Without the rest
of the body. Where the fuck is the rest of the body?
”

“
I
don
’
t know,
”
I said.

That
’
s
all I had to say on the subject.

A purple light spread across the
horizon.

Fuck, it was morning.

I got on my ride and rode with the
sunrise behind me. I had a knack for preferring the darkness.

2.

(Layne)

I opened the bedroom door and found
Shelby in bed with another woman. It was definitely an interesting sight to
see. I slowly shut the door and considered my options. Maybe I needed this, right?
Fuck both of them. Tell Shelby what I wanted her to do to this other chick in
the bed.

Then again, who the fuck was the
chick? Why was she in my goddamn room?

I walked around the bed and saw
another interesting sight. A mostly empty bottle of vodka, a container of
cranberry juice, and a bloody towel. I glanced over my shoulder, wondering what
the hell had happened last night while I was gone.

Shelby was on her side, the other
chick with her ass almost touching Shelby
’
s.
I crouched down and brushed hair out of her face and then kissed her forehead.
I put my hand to her shoulder and shook her head.

“
Hey,
sweetheart,
”
I said.
“
Wake up.
”

Shelby stirred and groaned. Her
eyes fluttered and opened.

They were drunk eyes. They were
eyes that were going to hurt like hell all day with a wicked headache.

“
What
did you do last night?
”
I
asked.

“
What?
”

“
You
’
re not in bed alone. And I
’
m not in bed with you.
”

Shelby then jumped up. She
scrambled to grab the covers and check, as though she expected a man to be in
the bed with her. I quickly stood up and grabbed the blankets, tearing them off
both them.

Now I was fucking pissed.

Was there a chance some guy fucked
my girl in my bed?

My girl? Really?

I gritted my teeth and threw the
covers across the room.

Shelby was fully clothed. The other
woman was missing her panties. The other woman
’
s
ass hugged a tight pair of lacy pink panties too damn perfect not to look at.

“
What
the fuck is this?
”
I asked.

The other woman stirred and looked
at me. Her eyes went wide and she jumped up. Now I had two women sitting up in
my bed, staring at me. I was at the foot of the bed. Christ, the temptation to
just get this going was greater than I figured it would be. I wanted to tear
their clothes off and watch then slither up and down each other.

Fuck.

“
Who
the fuck are you?
”
I asked.

“
Amber,
”
Shelby said.
“
She
’
s
…
a friend.
”

“
What
’
s with the bloody towel?
”

“
Shelby
kicked me in the mouth,
”
Amber said.

“
Why?
”

“
Because
I smacked her a few times.
”

“
What
the fuck
…”

“
Layne,
it
’
s okay,
”
Shelby said.

“
I
used to be with Finn,
”
Amber said.

“
Not
anymore,
”
Shelby cut in.
“
She thought
…
it doesn
’
t matter.
”

“
Two
drunk chicks in my bed matters to me,
”
I said.
“
After the fucking
night I had.
”

“
You
just got back from your meeting?
”
Shelby asked.

“
Club
business,
”
I said.
“
Nobody else
’
s business. Not with some
strange bitch here.
”

“
Another
person calling me a bitch,
”
Amber said.

“
What
happened to your fucking pants?
”
I asked.

“
I
took them off. I got sweaty. Sorry.
”

“
Get
out of my bed,
”
I said.
“
I can
’
t believe I just said that to a woman.
”

“
Hey!
”
Shelby said.
“
You wouldn
’
t
…”

I wasn
’
t in the mood for joking. I walked to Amber and
grabbed her by the waist. I put her little ass right to my cock and stared at
Shelby.

“
What?
”
I asked.
“
Does this make you jealous?
”

Shelby
’
s face burned red.

I ran my cheek along Amber
’
s hair. I brushed my scruffy
face against her smooth cheek. She jumped a little. My cock throbbed in my
jeans.

“
I
can smell her getting wet,
”
I said.

“
No,
I
’
m not,
”
Amber said.

“
Don
’
t fucking lie,
”
I whispered.

Amber swallowed.

“
It
’
s okay,
”
Shelby said.
“
I
get wet when you touch me.
”

I slipped my right hand around to
Amber
’
s front. My fingers
crept down, outside her panties. My fingers curled, pressed, pulling at her.
She jumped and whimpered when I touched her melting center.

“
That
’
s what I thought,
”
I said.

Shelby looked ready to explode. It
definitely bothered her. I liked it though.

“
Maybe
I
’
ll keep going,
”
I said.
“
Finger this sweet pussy right in front you, Shelby.
You want to watch?
”

Shelby leaned forward and crawled
to the end of the bed. She propped up on her knees and reached for my hand. I
let her pull it away, wondering what she was going to do next.

“
No,
”
she said.
“
I
’
ll
do it.
”

I raised and eyebrow and watched as
Shelby pulled the front of Amber
’
s
panties down. Her fingers disappeared between Amber
’
s legs and Amber let out a groan.

Well, fuck, I guess I
’
m not getting sleep yet.

3.

(Shelby)

His grip was so tight. Pulling at
me as he thrust. Burying his cock inside me. The water from the shower hit my
back. The room spun as I wasn
’
t
sure if I was drunk, tired, or just really hungover. Layne
’
s other hand squeezed tight at
my shoulder, keeping me right where he wanted me. I felt his body smacking
against me, harder, faster, grunting with each heavy pump of his beautiful
dick.

It had been the only way to not
explode. I had to get his hand off Amber. That fucking whore. Not that it was
her fault, but whatever. I touched between her legs, barely even putting a
finger into her body before Layne pulled her away and tossed her out of the
room. I guess he didn
’
t
want me to touch anyone but him.

Fine by me.

 
“
Fuck,
sweetheart,
”
Layne groaned.
“
I love your fucking pussy.
”

He slammed himself deep into me and
held there, coming. Each pulse of his cock filling me more and more, sending
warm sensations from my core and spreading through the rest of my body.

When he finished, his hands slid up
and around, cupping my breasts. He then stood me up, his cock still in me. He
was still throbbing, as was I. His right hand came up to my throat and he held
there. His rigid, steel cut chest and belly pressed to my back.

“
Fuck,
”
he said.
“
You never touch someone else
without my permission.
”

“
She
attacked me last night,
”
I
said.
“
So I fought back.
”

“
You
busted up her face?
”

“
Yeah,
I did.
”

“
Then
you got drunk with her?
”

“
Yeah.
”

“
Why?
”

“
I
was lonely. She talked about the club.
”

“
What
about?
”

“
That
Finn had been fucking her. And he kicked her out. She thought I was her
replacement.
”

“
Were
you?
”

I hesitated and said,
“
No.
”

“
Don
’
t fucking lie to me.
”

“
I
’
m not fucking anyone but you,
Layne.
”

Layne pulled away from me,
including his cock out from between my legs. I gasped and fell forward. I put
my hands out and caught myself, my legs bending. I ached and throbbed so hard I
lost my breath. I felt everything rushing out of my body with a pleasure filled
sensation that left me trembling.

I stood and turned, facing Layne as
the water beat on him.

“
What
happened last night?
”

“
Pep
’
s dead.
”

“
What?
”

“
You
heard me. He
’
s dead. I went
to check on him. He was brain dead. Then he let go. Don
’
t ask about it.
”

I touched Layne
’
s chest.
“
Why are you hiding from me?
”

He grabbed my hands and held them.
“
I
’
m
trying to figure this out. I
’
m
not fucking hiding. I
’
m
right here, sweetheart.
”

I nodded.
“
I know the meeting is none of my business. But can
I do anything to help?
”

“
Stay
put,
”
Layne said.
“
Don
’
t trust anyone but me. Or else you
’
ll end up dead. Or half naked
with some chick in your bed.
”

“
Like
that
’
s never happened to
you.
”

Layne grinned.
“
Actually, it hasn
’
t. Anyone in my bed is fucking
naked. By command.
”

Jealousy hit me. I didn
’
t know what to do when it hit me
like that. So I broke my hand away from his and touched his cock. It was all I
could think of doing. Pleasuring him so he would never want anyone else.

I stroked his cock, slowly bringing
him right back to life. I didn
’
t
know how he could fill up again so fast.

Layne touched my face, his fingers
digging into my wet hair.

“
That
’
s good,
”
he whispered.

There was a thundering boom at the
bathroom door.
“
Layne!
”

It was Finn.

“
Are
you fucking serious?
”
Layne
yelled.

“
Problem!
Get the fuck out here now!
”

“
Who
the fuck do you think you
’
re
talking to?
”

The pounding came again.
“
We have company!
”

“
Goddammit,
”
Layne growled.

He shut the shower off and tore
open the curtain. He gave me a towel first, then one for himself. As he dried,
he opened the door and left the bathroom. I heard his voice and Finn
’
s muffled as they talked. I
rushed from the shower and opened the bathroom door. Layne stood there naked,
grabbed for his jeans and leather cut. He had himself dressed in seconds.

“
Layne,
”
I said.

“
No.
”

He slammed the door.

I hurried to get dressed and chased
after him down the hallway.

Layne was already gone though.
Whatever was out there was bad.

I stopped halfway to the bar,
wondering what I should do. The right answer was to turn around and go back to
the bedroom. Shut the door. Lock it. Hang out and wait for Layne. But I knew
that each time I did that, it was a roll of the dice. Because there was always
a chance Layne would never come back. One bullet. That
’
s all it would take to take everything away.

If Layne was going to go down, so
was I then. It made no sense to think that. But who else was going to protect
me? Protect the club? Protect the town? If Layne hadn
’
t shown up when he did we would have been long gone
by now. Between the Mountain Killers and the mafia, the clubhouse would have
been reduced to a playground for them all.

As I ran through the bar, it was
empty. Plates of food left there. Half drunk beers. Like a scene from the
apocalypse.

I opened the door and saw a wall of
Devil Call MC members. They were shoulder to shoulder, everyone in their black
leather cuts. They were ready to fight. They were ready to die. At the front
stood Layne. A couple feet next to him was Finn. It dawned on me then that
Layne should make Finn his VP. They didn
’
t
get along but they were tough and smart. Together, the MC stood a chance. But
who was I to think that? I was some woman behind the bar. Some woman who took
orders from Layne.

The gates of the compound were
opened by the prospects.

“
Holy
shit,
”
I whispered at the
sight.

It was the Mountain Killers. There
had to be fifty of them. All lined up, ready to go. Men sitting on their
motorcycles, taking up the entire road and then some.

The motorcycles started to break
apart, opening a path. A thundering cry echoed as a motorcycle came forward. It
was the President of the club, Viper. He sped right up to Layne. Layne didn
’
t move an inch.

I stepped down to the lot and
walked to the side. I couldn
’
t
take my eyes off the scene. I slid along the side of a fence, with each step
knowing I was putting myself into more and more danger.

Viper got off his motorcycle and
stepped right up to Layne. They were nose to nose. Two men who feared nothing.
I was afraid for both of them.

I had seen meetings before. I had
seen fights. I had seen all out brawls. I had seen murder.

I had never seen anything like this
before though.

This
…
this was war.