Significance, Satan's Attitude MC (15 page)

“Thrash, don’t pull out just yet. I need to come again. Untie my hands, please,” she begged softly, clearly wanting more.

He pulled the robe sash from her wrists and watched as her hand slipped to her clit. She rubbed the juices from her pussy over it and stroked it wildly. Her ass still had a grip on his cock. Knowing she was pleasing herself after he’d fucked both of her holes turned him on again. His cock grew hard. He began to pump it in and out easier than the pounding he’d just given her, and they climaxed together again.

He gently pulled out and moved next to her. He helped her to lay on her back and saw how large her nipples were from the clamps. He tugged on the ribbons, watching her tits move. Her finger went to her clit again. “You never get enough, do you?”

“I love fucking, what can I say?” she muttered. “Do you want to watch me get off again?”

“I wanna take those clamps off and pinch your nipples while you finger yourself,” he replied as he removed one clamp and then the other. She hissed as they came off. He pulled the bandana off her eyes and tossed it aside.

He pinched each nipple hard, watching as she fingered her clit.

“Mmm … pinch harder!”

Her fingers were pulling on her clit. He leaned over and got her nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard as he felt her body begin to arch. He quickly switched to the other breast and sucked that nipple hard as she got herself off yet again.

She was still quivering as she lay next to him. “Was I a good dessert?”

“The very best.” He sighed, exhausted from their efforts. “We need to shower and clean this mess up.”

He didn’t really feel like moving quite yet, despite what he’d said. He reached over to the night table and found a joint. He lit it and took a toke before passing it to her.

“Thrash, can I use the nipple clamps on you?” she joked.

“Hell, no,” he shot back with a smirk. “I’ll tie you up, put clamps on you, but you’re never doing that shit to me. That ass will feel my belt and you’ll be crying for weeks if you ever do.” By the sound of his voice, she knew he meant every single threat. “So, Goldilocks … my dad’s alone for Thanksgiving,” he went on. “I wondered if you’d cook a small turkey and we could spend it with him.”

“I’d like that,” she confessed. “I can’t go back home and I was going to ask you if you wanted me to cook. I guess we’d better get this stuff off the bed and shower.”

She passed him the joint and he set it in the ashtray. There was chocolate syrup all over the sheets and smeared on their bodies. They’d made quite a mess; a shower and change of sheets were needed.

Thrash kissed her lips and she rubbed more syrup on him. “We’ll go shopping together. We need to get the turkey right away.”

“I’d like that.” Her face wrinkled. “I can’t recall ever food shopping with a man before.”

He helped her pull the sheets off the bed and they tossed them into the hamper before taking a shower together.

I
ndigo had been staking out the parking lot of the diner by the Filthy Fiends clubhouse for a few nights, but he had yet to see Wolf. Bikers from a few clubs came here, so he thought he had a good chance of seeing his brother at some point. He didn’t want anyone to know he was in the area, though. He hoped like hell his brother was still alive; that fucker from the Filthy Fiends had spewed the information in his face, even knowing Indigo and Wolf were brothers. And as he rubbed it in his face that Wolf was on numbered days, Indigo enjoyed the pleasure of killing him nice and slowly.

He noticed a Camaro pulled up and, lo and behold, if it wasn’t Wolf getting out of the driver’s side. He quickly cracked the window and let out the whistle they had used as kids to alert each other when their older brothers were looking for them. Wolf’s head spun around as he searched the parking lot, and Indigo laughed. He whistled again and Wolf looked toward the van. Rolling down the window, he leaned his head out and said, “Over here, get in the passenger side.”

Wolf was shocked to see his brother. It had been years since they’d seen each other. He looked around and made sure it was clear before heading to the van. Indigo had his hand over the car light as he climbed in.

By the light of the diner, they studied each other carefully before clasping arms. “What’re you doing up here in my area?” Wolf asked, wondering what the hell his brother was up to.

“Saving your life, that’s what. I promised mom I’d always watch out for you. Your car is safe here? Can we take a drive?”

“Yeah, as long as we aren’t gone for hours. You made a special trip, huh?” Wolf joked.

“I moved up here and I got some bad news for you, brother.” Indigo sighed, his face twisting in frustration. “You’re trying to change a bunch of assholes who don’t like your preaching. I got it on real good authority before I killed the fucker that your days are numbered. Turtle and Piggy are planning to off you for certain. I’m not sure about Rocco. The ol’ man gave his blessing on it, too.”

“Fuckers! I’ve been trying to get them all to listen to reason. You’re sure? I guess I’ll have to take ‘em all out,” Wolf stated, his jaw clenching.

“Bro, I got a better plan,” he said. “The Filthy Fiends were never loyal to each other and they don’t want you trying to change anything. Baby brother, I’ve never lied to you, have I?”

“No, you never have. I was trying to make a damned difference.”

“Never gonna happen. Is it worth your blood? Your death? I heard you got a chick pregnant and are marrying her.”

Wolf laughed bitterly. “Yeah, what a bitch she is, though. Not like my other two. This one’s off her rocker.”

“I’m gonna be a state of New Jersey SAA, and I want you to jump to Satan’s Attitude and be the other SAA. I talked to Rebel and, if you’re willing, you don’t have to prospect. You do have to spill some shit, but I’d call it saving your hide, bro. Those older brothers of ours never had any love for us, and the ol’ man doesn’t even think we’re his sons. Hell, I hope we aren’t, but I don’t think mom cheated on the son of a bitch.”

“I can’t rat out the club. What would that make me but a rat?” Wolf exclaimed. “I’d get no respect in Satan’s Attitude.”

“Only me, Zero, Whiskey, and Rebel would know. You know you’re fighting a losing battle, Wolf. We need to know how the hell the Fiends are growing in numbers.”

“Speed, dad got a real chemist on the payroll. Everybody is into the speed. It’s drawing members like flies, and once they get in, they can’t get out. Families get threatened. Bikes have to be signed over to the club now. Each member has to bring in a set amount of money each week, or—”

Indigo interrupted him. “That old bastard needs to die—and slowly. He’s threatening women and kids now?”

Wolf looked miserable. “Yeah. Been trying to talk sense into members but outside of my chapter, I can’t reach the rest. I’ve got some really good guys, too. I couldn’t see them go down.”

“What if they could prospect for my club? Would any of them go for that? I know Whiskey’s looking for prospects. If all, or even just most of you jumped, they’d have their bikes?”

Wolf thought about it. “I’d never make them sign anything over to me, I wouldn’t do that. The ol’ man thinks I’ve got the bill of sales. Yeah, some would come, and I think some would just leave the area. Crazy Lulu killed Skunk. Some retired after that while they could.”

Indigo took it all in. “You can’t do three ol’ ladies, though. Rebel lets you have a side one, but that’s it. You’d be good with that?”

“Yeah. I think they want to leave since Roberta got knocked up. Both dance, maybe they could go south with your club. I wouldn’t want to see either Careen or Mercy hurt to get back at me.”

“Rebel would help ‘em. Are you really ready to jump, though? Once you do it, we’re probably going to end up on the big bro’s hit list for sure, not that I give a fuck. I’d kill them just for what they did to us as kids. You should’ve lived with me at our grandparents’ home. I don’t know why mom didn’t let you go.” Indigo had always wondered about that.

“She had nothing left but me. I didn’t want to live there. I ran away all the time, if you remember. It got better once you got home and worse when you went over to Bound for Hell. What made you leave them?”

Indigo took his time answering. “I didn’t like a lot of what they stood for, and when Rebel started up a club, he came to New Jersey a few years later and asked me to join up with him. I didn’t look back. I jumped.” He laughed. “Best move I ever made, and I was young too. I knew the Filthy Fiends weren’t an MC I wanted to be in. I couldn’t hold my head up and be a part of them.” He lit a cigarette and took a drag. “I didn’t like the direction Bound for Hell was taking, either. I want my baby brother by my side. You can meet with Whiskey or you can go directly to Rebel.” He looked his younger brother in the eyes. “You’re a dead man walking, Wolf. I ain’t shitting you, and I know you’re not stupid. Make the jump.”

“I’d rather talk to Rebel,” said Wolf. “Hearing what he’s got to say to me would make me feel more assured. If I can bring my guys over, the ones I trust with my life, I’ll jump. Roberta will be mad we’ve got to move, but I want my kid safe. So where is this chapter out of?”

“Beach View, Ocean View area,” his brother answered. “Whiskey is looking at an old school house to buy for the clubhouse. It’s actually a good idea. Place for our own parties, swings for the kids, et cetera. Windows are all boarded up, but it’s all brick, has the big kitchen and all that. Town wants to off it fast. Can you get away tonight?”

He flipped the butt out the window, watching in the mirror as it rolled down the road until he couldn’t see the cherry tip glowing. “The sooner you’re out of the Filthy Fiends, the more sleep I’ll get. I’ve been haunting that diner for nights. If we went down tonight, we could catch Rebel at breakfast and he’s usually in a better mood.”

“I can do it tonight. I’ve got to get a BLT to Roberta and a milkshake. If you follow me back close to my house, I’ll point to the woods. Pull over there and wait. I’ll come through them and I’ll get Mercy to make excuses for me if she needs to. This ain’t no set up, Indigo, is it?” He hated to ask, but would have been a fool if he hadn’t.

“Hell, no. Last time I saw you when mom died, didn’t I ask you then to come with me? I begged you and I don’t beg no man for nothing. They beg me to let ‘em live. I don’t blame ya for asking, though. When you get Roberta’s food, grab me a burger and fries and a coffee, black and sweet. It’s a few hours’ drive.”

Wolf laughed and looked at his brother. Damn, it was really good to be sitting here shooting the shit with him. Indigo wouldn’t lie to him; he knew that in his gut, and he also knew that he spoke the truth. Wolf had been warned by others that his time was up.

They pulled up to the diner and Indigo pulled across the street into the gas station to call Whiskey and Rebel. He told them about the two women and that Wolf had loyal men that possibly would be glad to leave the Filthy Fiends. He cut the call short when he saw Wolf walking out of the diner and drove over to get his food. Wolf was careful to make sure they were alone as he headed to the van. He gave his brother a general idea of where he wanted him to park and wait for him. Wolf pulled out of the diner as Indigo slowly followed, eating his burger. His gun was within reach not because he didn’t trust Wolf, but because he didn’t trust his older brothers. He pulled by the woods Wolf had told him about and ate, waiting in silence. It wasn’t long before Wolf was back in the van and they were heading for Maryland. Indigo drove the speed limit so that they wouldn’t get pulled over. Wolf told him all about crazy Roberta. They both laughed like hell over some of the stories he told.

T
hanksgiving was always a favorite holiday of Elena’s. She loved to cook and was shocked when Whiskey and Zero went food shopping with her days before Thanksgiving. Zero claimed it was to pick out his own turkeys, but Elena thought it was to be there for Whiskey’s protection. Three shopping carts later, they were finally done. Last night before they went to bed, she and Zero had argued over the stuffing mix. He wanted corn bread done in the house oven, but she did her bread in the oven over the gas pilot light. In the morning, the bread was just right to cube. She liked to cook alone, but Amy had come out to the kitchen with red eyes and offered to cut the onions and celery. JJ had broken up with her, saying she was only a fuck to him anyway, and Amy had cried herself to sleep the past few nights. Needless to say, JJ was no longer welcome on the farm. Elena was angry how men treated women and rinsed the turkey hard. She told Amy their turkey was going to be named JJ in honor of that douchebag. To make matters worse, JJ had picked up with her little sister, Georgia.

“How are your parents taking that? I thought they didn’t like JJ?” She plopped the turkey—aka JJ—in the roasting pan.

“Everyone is treated differently in my house, Elena. What kind of parents name their children after the towns or states they were born in? I got out of that house as soon as I could. JJ is even going there for dinner today and I was told not to upset Georgia or not to come at all! I hope you don’t mind me staying here.”

“Of course not. I’d rather have you here anyway. I’ll talk to Thorn and Jack about that asshole. How did you get the plain name of Amy if they named everyone else after towns?” Elena was curious.

“Amy is not my real name. I have an awful name. I never tell anyone what it is. I was born in Texas so… you can only imagine.” Amy tried to laugh but failed miserably.

Indigo was bringing a cooler of ice filled with beer to be put on the back porch and caught the tail end of the conversation. He looked at Amy and saw how pretty she was. He knew why JJ had dumped her and decided to speak up. “Amy, JJ dumped you because we’re on the farm. It isn’t a good idea for a Nefarious biker to be dating a girl who lives with Satan’s Attitude bikers. Least that’s my guess.”

Elena had butter melting in the skillet and Amy dumped the celery and onions into it. She stirred them around and added the Bell’s seasoning.

“JJ dumped Katri and me. He isn’t who I thought he was. I love the farm and the horses and everyone here.” She pushed her honey brown hair back, revealing her slate grey eyes. “I was never into the whole Nefarious thing, anyway. No, it’s just an excuse to be with my little sister. Good luck with Georgia. She’s spoiled. Wait until my parents tell her she has to leave or go to school and find a way to pay for it. He’ll be running. Or she’ll get knocked up.”

Elena shoved a cup of coffee at Indigo and told him to sit. Amy stirred the contents of the skillet and Elena sat down with a rare cup of coffee.

“Maybe Darko won’t need my dancers, if that’s the case. Although Darko hasn’t said anything to me about Whiskey being here. Not that I need his business anyway. I hate this bullshit. JJ can kiss my ass. He is behaving like most bikers, just wanting to get as much tail as he can get.”

Indigo grinned. A smile was rare for him. “That’s what we do, isn’t it?”

Elena shot him a glare. “Not on my farm, you don’t. Get a motel room. I’ve had enough chick bullshit. Oh, damn, my pies!” She hurried to the oven and pulled the pumpkin pies out. The apple pies had been made yesterday. “How is Zero doing with his turkeys? I hope that oven was big enough to fit one.”

“Fine. He has one in a smoker, one on the grill, and pies in the oven. Zero should have been a cook. If Whiskey puts him in charge of the kitchen at The Drop Inn, Dirty Deeds customers will be eating at Whiskey’s new place. His ribs and slaw are excellent.” Indigo smacked his lips, thinking about them.

Elena sighed. “I know. We’ve had them. I think he is going to be better at cooking than I am. What’ll Whiskey think?”

Whiskey walked into the kitchen and smiled at Elena. “I doubt that. He’s used to cooking for large groups, but Indigo has a point, he might make a great cook. The Drop Inn has a good lunch crowd. Maybe we could pull in a dinner crowd, too. Indigo, think until I get somebody in to bounce, you could pick that up?”

Indigo didn’t look too happy. “I could try to work it in maybe a few nights, but I’m trying to get us prospects and you’ve got Rev and Roper here. Kinda hard to do all of that, Whiskey. I’ll figure out who can do it and I’ll try to get the weekend nights in.”

Whiskey walked over and kissed Elena good morning. He took in Amy’s flushed face and red eyes and kissed her forehead. Looking at Indigo, he nodded.

“I hadn’t thought about that. We need to get as many guys as soon as possible in this chapter. Tomorrow, we’ll go over the numbers coming up from other chapters. Today, let’s just have our Thanksgiving and enjoy ourselves.”

Thorn and Tears came through the door and Thorn looked at the television set. “Elena, no parade? Did you forget our tradition? We’ve got to get Rhiannon watching it too.” He hung up his coat, took Tearney’s coat and turned the parade on after saying hello to everyone.

Tears went into the kitchen to get coffee, appearing exhausted. “All he could talk about was the parade and your food for days, Elena! I hope we aren’t here too early. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just take care of Thorn and hold Rhiannon, that sounds good to me. Thorn loves that silly parade. He used to be so bad in the mornings and if we had Kima and Jack there too, it was a madhouse. I had to dream up a way to stop them from fighting. See this turkey neck?” She held up the neck of the turkey for all to see. “I told them it was the turkey cock and if they didn’t behave and watch the parade and stop teasing Kima, that’s what they’d eat for dinner.” A smile lit up her face as she thought of past times. “It worked, and I bet if you show it to him, he’ll think it’s still the cock.”

Of course, Tears grabbed the neck at once and went out to the living room. Everyone went silent to hear Thorn’s reaction.

“Thorn, do you want to eat this, or are you going to behave?” Tears waved the neck at him.

“Fuck, get that turkey dick away from me. Jack likes it, feed it to him. I’ll hold the baby and watch the parade. I don’t see why Elena has to always buy male turkeys!” Thorn grabbed Rhiannon and sat with her, pointing out the big balloons.

Everyone in the kitchen was holding in their laughter. Elena took the neck and put it aside to show Jack when he came for dinner.

“I’ll boil it up for the barn cats later, but we may as well see what Jack says. Whiskey, are you sure Lacey-Jane will give Shanna to Deidra?” Elena was such a worrier. “Maybe you should call over there and check.”

Whiskey sipped his coffee, “Dee and Jack got Shanna last night. I asked Darko to make sure she worked doubles for a few days. I found out Dusty is doing Thanksgiving with her sisters and Darko or I’d have asked if they could come. I fucking hate thinking of anyone being alone on any holiday.”

Elena sighed. “Hunter and I fed a lot of people over the years. I don’t like it either. We’ve got a houseful at least, and I love the holidays.”

Whiskey needed to talk to Thorn and asked Tears to hold Rhiannon.  They walked out to the big barn to get out of the wind.

Thorn looked at Whiskey and wondered if he was going to ask him to join his club. He liked the man a lot, but he was happy in Nefarious.

“I asked you out here for a talk because I wanted to know if you had any issues with me seeing Elena. I know you two are close and it’s only right to be upfront with you.”

Thorn felt slightly relieved at the question. “I like seeing Elena’s eyes sparkle again as they used too, and that’s because she’s with you. You make her happier than I’ve seen her in years. Long as you take care of her and my sister, I’m good.”

“Good, I was hoping you’d say that. See, I want to marry her,” he explained. “I’m not sure she’ll have me, but that’s my plan. I’d want Elena to adopt my daughter and I’d like to adopt Rhiannon. I won’t be taking Hunter’s place; I’d make sure she knew all about him. I want to be a family, and Elena and I both want more kids. I don’t want either of the girls to ever feel outta place, y’know?” He looked Thorn straight in the face, very seriously.

Thorn didn’t break eye contact. “Hunter is gone. I loved my dad, don’t get me wrong, but everything he’s tried to control, I disagree with. We’ve paid a price for that, and I wonder if he knew what he was doing. I’d be fine with you adopting Rhiannon. My sister will always be mine, though. On that, we’d have to agree. There is no way in hell I’ll ever let Rhiannon not know she’s my baby sister.”

Whiskey smiled. “Thorn, Elena, and I would never want that, and you’ll be a part of our family always. Of course, if you ever want, there’s an open invitation to come into my club. Same for Jack, he knows it too.”

Thorn considered Whiskey’s words carefully. “You know, I never thought I’d leave Bound for Hell, so I can’t say I won’t consider it. Right now, I’m in a good spot, but there may come a time when I feel that a move is the right thing to do, as long as it’s open-ended, I’ll take that.”

Whiskey slung his arm around Thorn’s neck as they walked around the barn. “It is, anytime. Your dad did a good job raising you. I don’t want you to ever feel you’re not welcome in our house, no matter what the clubs might be arguing about either. This shit with Joy, is she going to stop or is Elena going to lose a friend? I feel like it’s my fault.”

Thorn liked the older man and answered honestly. “I think Joy is getting a free ride. I know she worked her ass off while Elena was pregnant. Still, Elena worked so much until she could barely stand some days, so Joy can’t say she didn’t. I don’t know what the deal with her is. If Thrash comes near Elena because of Joy, me and Jersey will have it out. I wish they’d get off the farm. My dad never liked the track horses much. He thought they were too much of a risk, but Hunter was a cheapskate. He knew the way to keep Elena happy was to let her have horses.” He pushed away from Whiskey and walked over to a stall. “See this horse? Elena found him starving and she stole him right out of a field. He is one of the best horses she has for teaching little kids to ride on. My dad had a fit when she told him she stole him, too. He wanted to put him back in that field and Elena said she’d shoot him first.” He laughed and Whiskey joined in.

“I’ve learned to trust Elena’s judgment in most things, although she’s too young to be my mother. She was there when I was a lonely kid. She listened to anything I wanted to talk about and I know she went against Hunter many times for me. As long as you treat her right, let her love her animals and let her be herself, you’ll have a fine ol’ lady, Whiskey.”

“I promise to take the best care of Elena and the girls. I’d lay my life down for them. I’ve fucked up and I’m sure you know about that. I’ve told Elena about it and we both have been through some heavy shit. Elena is one of a kind and I wanted to ask you for your blessing. I’m not sure when I’ll ask her to marry me, but I think it will be soon. I’m getting blue balls.” He laughed a bit as he confessed that information.

“Christ, Whiskey, Elena is making you wait? That doesn’t sound like her. She’s no prude.” Thorn looked shocked.

“Ah, no, it’s not like that. I want her to be sure this is the life she wants. My club is not like Hunter’s old club, and I am trying to go more legal for my family. The drugs and shit, I don’t want them passing through my hands anymore. I want Elena to want this because we’re meant for each other and it ain’t been easy.” Whiskey shook his head. “I’ve learned a few things in life: anything worth having is worth waiting for. I’d like to take Elena down to Maryland for a few days. I’ve got to be there when Rebel’s son gets christened, and I was hoping that you and Tears might offer to watch Rhiannon over here. I want someone who knows how to care for the horses, even though a few of my guys will be here. I’ll be blunt; I respect Jersey so far, but I don’t trust Joy. I think if you and Tears were here, I might be able to get Elena to go. I haven’t asked her yet because I wanted your opinion on that.”

Thorn looked at Whiskey. “Shit, I waited for Tears to turn eighteen and it was pure hell. I knew she was the one for me, and we went up against the odds. Of course, Hunter pushed us to get married, but that might be the one thing I’m not mad at him over. I wanted to give my dad a chance to see anything I could that he was going to miss out on. You’ve got my blessing and my thanks because I see my old Elena back. You won’t find a more loyal woman. Just don’t ever let that sparkle go out in her eyes. My dad did that and it was awful to see.”