Significance, Satan's Attitude MC (19 page)

“Hell no. I want the money she owes me though. You got the money for all that speed you’ve been snorting, Ally?” Rebel waited, and when he got no answer, he nodded to Gripper and Voodoo. “Get her outta here. Sell her ass to any pimp that will take it. She’s free until she can be cleaned up to sell, so make good use of her, boys.” As the two bikers pulled her away into a back room, all the bikers that were the scummiest, filthiest ones scurried after them. They wanted a piece of the action and would make good use of her before she left the building and the bikers of Satan’s Attitude. Some would even miss Allison, but she had made her bed and now was banned from the MC.

Whiskey walked toward Elena and took the bottle out of her hand. He was happy to see none of the skank’s blood had splattered on her or Violet. “You did good, darling, but let’s call it a night. I can’t wait to get you into bed.” He handed the bottle off to another biker.

“I think she needs stitches in her head. I hit her hard. What will happen to her now?” Elena had a bit of an adrenaline rush and her eyes were bright.

“She’ll get them if she needs them. And a chance to get cleaned up, after they fuck her. It could be a day or so. Calls will be made to pimps in Baltimore to see who wants to buy her ass for whatever money she owes. That’s what happens when these chicks get a drug habit and owe the club; they know it will happen, too.” He was brutally honest with her.

“Sucks to be her, then. She deserves it for going after Violet. I could see it in her eyes—she wanted to
hurt
her.”

Whiskey asked her if she wanted a shot before they left, and she did. They walked over to the bar where Violet was leaning between Rebel’s legs and grinning.

“Thanks, Elena. I could have taken care of her on my own, but I might have ruined this dress in the process. Rebel said one shot and we’re leaving; fighting always makes me want to get laid.” She looked at Rebel and winked. “Ally will be shooting dope and walking the streets to earn her drugs. These dumb bitches never learn until it’s too late.”

Whiskey ordered the shot and hoped Elena would down it before the screams started. The music wouldn’t be loud enough if the men got rough with Ally. He hated this shit and swore to himself it would not happen in his clubhouse or any chapter in New Jersey. Elena would never have to deal with drugged-up crazy sluts after his cock. She deserved so much more, and he planned to give her the life that a woman of significance deserved.

R
ebel detained Whiskey downstairs as soon as they got home. Elena had gone upstairs to get ready for bed. He wanted to go to bed too, but Rebel was cock-blocking him. He listened to all the crap that happened while he was gone and couldn’t stop thinking of his Elena in that dress.

A punch to his arm startled him. Rebel eyes glittered. “Fucker, you ain’t paying any attention to what I’m saying.”

“I did. You’re putting Goose in my place. That’s a wise move, as long as I stay the national Vice President. You just want my company and I wanna get laid. Rebel, how long did you wait to ask Violet to marry you?” Whiskey rarely asked questions like that.

“Oh hell, Vi kept running away, and I knocked her up so her parents were happy to sign the papers. She was underage, and I knew when I set my eyes on her, I was marrying her. Why don’t you and Elena go register and get married while you’re here? It would protect her ass from Thrash.”

Whiskey liked the idea, but he doubted Elena would. “I think she’ll want a wedding. She’s never been married before.”

Rebel stood up, ready to go to bed. “Ya won’t know unless you ask her.”

When Whiskey entered the bedroom, Elena was fast asleep. Her hair lay about her in those curls and Whiskey wanted to wake her, but he didn’t. Instead, he lay there and watched her sleep.

* * *

T
he day of the christening was sunny and warm. Elena wore a simple dress and they watched Violet and Rebel proudly carry their son into the church. It didn’t take long, and Elena saw no sizzle when the Holy Water was put on Brandon’s skin. Violet looked so happy, and even Rebel was smiling as she showed Brandon off. Rebel had been adamant that there would be no party. He wanted his girls there and he also didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that Violet was now claiming Monica’s son as her own. He promised her a big party for Brandon’s first birthday. Instead, the godparents and a few couples all went out to lunch. Maude took the baby back home and it was a fun afternoon. Whiskey took a lot of ribbing about moving to New Jersey. He would be greatly missed because he was the one that always kept Rebel’s madness under control.

He had some business to take care of after they got back to Rebel’s house. Elena was tired and wanted to take a nap. Violet was busy on the phone with Penny and waved her up the stairs.

* * *

R
ebel laughed at how serious Whiskey looked.

“I told you there’s nothing to buying a ring. We never get fucked over by Sidney, and you have rings from your other wives. You could use one of those.”

Whiskey snarled at him. “I’d
never
give Elena a used ring, and those rings go to my daughters. You’ve got no class, Reb, none at all.”

The jeweler was waiting by his shop as they walked up and unlocked the door to let them in. He’d sold Rebel many pieces of jewelry to make Violet happy, even opening his shop in the middle of the night.

“Rebel, Whiskey, what can I interest you in?” Sidney got right to the point.

Whiskey knew what he wanted. “I need gold bangle bracelets. Two of them baby-sized, and at least six for women. I want an engagement ring, but it has to be special. My lady works with horses, so it can’t catch on anything. I want wedding bands. I guess the engagement ring should match the wedding band?”

Rebel busted out laughing. “If you’re smart, you’ll buy two sets, one in white gold and one in yellow gold. Vi won’t wear yellow gold in the summer. Doing your Christmas shopping too, huh?”

Whiskey didn’t answer him as he looked at the rings that Sidney was showing him. A square cut diamond caught his eye; it had twinkled up at him as if to say, “I’m the ring.” He picked it up and saw that it was both gold and silver.

Sidney looked at him and told him it was platinum and gold and almost two carats. It was one of the pieces he had created for a woman who had changed her mind and not bought it. He was willing to make a deal on it. Whiskey and he went back and forth on the price since he was going to buy other pieces. Satisfied he was getting a good deal, he decided to look for something special for Elena. “Got anything horse related?”

“I have charm bracelets, horsehead pendants in gold, pins, or I can make anything that you want. Check out the things I have in this case.” Sidney left Whiskey staring into the case while he went to help Rebel.

Rebel decided that giving Violet a present was a wise idea and had found a set of amethysts that would match her eyes. It was an estate set, a ring, bracelet, necklace, and earrings. She would adore it and it was the perfect Christmas gift for her. He wanted a charm bracelet with all of his children’s names on it for her too with, of course, Chrissy’s name added. He picked out charms that he thought fit her. He was done and Whiskey still didn’t see anything special for Elena. He moved to another case and saw a necklace of amber stones. Each stone had a gold bead separating it from the other. That was the perfect Christmas present for her. Sidney measured his finger and Whiskey gave him the ring Elena had been wearing last night. The diamond ring was exactly the same size as her borrowed ring.

“It will take me at least three days to have the wedding bands made, Whiskey, and that is a rush job. Done picking out what you want?”

“Yes,” he answered Sydney. “I want it rushed. I’ll pick up the bangles when I come for the wedding bands. Each bangle needs to be engraved with a name, so give me a piece of paper and I’ll write them down. Oh, and I want baby teething rings, two of them—nah, make it three, Rebel’s son needs one.” Whiskey pulled out a huge wad of cash and paid upfront for his purchases. He gave Sidney the names: Lacey-Jane, Elena, Deidra, Tearney, Shanna, Rhiannon, Kima, and Amy. He decided to get Rebel’s girls bangles too and got a child size for Chrissy. More names went on the list: Angel Rose, Dusty Rose, Bebe Rose, and Chrissy Rose. He had spent an awful lot of money, but he’d earn more; it meant little to him.

Rebel made arrangements to pay when his charms were ready. The two men left, Whiskey with the ring box in his pocket.

“I think I’ll take Elena out to eat tonight and see if I can find out if she wants a wedding.” Whiskey looked around as they were walking back to the car.

“Works for me. I’ll make sure Violet knows not to invite us along. She’s doing really good with Brandon, too. Been getting up at night with him. She’s pushing to adopt him, but I think it’s too soon for that. Keeps her ass in line, me holding that over her head.”

Whiskey thought for a moment. “You draw up papers in case you go to jail on who gets him? I want Elena to adopt Shanna right away. You never know.” He made the sign of the cross.

Rebel also made the sign of the cross. “Yeah, I made you guardian, bro. After you, Angie. I don’t see me going to jail, though. I wondered if they’d come at me for the trailer blowing up but I was with Violet.” He laughed a little harshly.

“Yeah, well, it gave you what you wanted and got rid of a huge problem. I figured it was Violet catching your ass.” Whiskey watched Rebel’s eyes and saw them go blank. It was just as he expected; there was more to that trailer blowing up than Rebel was going to tell him. He’d helped clean up enough of Violet’s mistakes over the years; he didn’t want to know anything about this mess either.

Rebel changed the subject. “Allison cleaned up pretty good. I made double what she owed me. Yeah, I know you don’t like that shit, Whisk, but don’t start letting the sluts use club products on tabs. Not that I’d tell ya how to run your state. That was a good deal you got on that old brick school. Be nice if you made a few rooms decent for visiting presidents, too. I got a few guys that wanna go with you. Single brothers and families. If you bring in Indigo’s brother’s club, you’ll have a big chapter which is what I want. I’m gonna miss Zero fighting with Violet, though.”

They got to Whiskey’s car and Rebel lit up a joint. “Zero found the perfect tattoo parlor for Penny. I got Honey in Florida. She’s happy dancing for us. Damn shame, I was told she’s foxy. When you say the word, I’ll call Tramp. Fucking Bound for Hell. I’d love to destroy them, but y’know it’s hard when I helped create it.” He blew the smoke into the air and offered the joint to Whiskey, who refused it.

“If I can get Elena to marry me, will you and Violet stand up with us? We can do a dinner or some shit. I’m thinking, though, it might be better to hide this marriage until I get the chapter set up straight. I want to see how far Thrash will go. I’ve got no problem with Bound for Hell. I don’t like Veiko much after what I saw with him and his ol’ lady. I like that Kima. She’s my son-in-law’s sister. Makes her family, Rebel.” He opened the window to let some of the pot smoke out. “Chick offed Rabid, but you never heard that. Understand?”

Rebel choked on the hit he had just taken. “I heard that they were thinking she knew what happened to him. A fucking chick took that maniac out? Christ! I tried, and I’m fucking good. Well, she’s family alright, in my eyes. I owe her too. That bastard deserved it for the hell he put on my girls. Of course we’d be happy to stand up for you.” Rebel looked offended. “Fucker, did you think I’d say no? After all, this was my idea. I’m thinking you owe me, bro.”

“Yeah, I owe you, Rebel, and dinner is all you’re getting from me. Yeah, you were right about finding a woman like Elena. But remember, you didn’t think she was my type; I only went for big-titty blondes.”

Both men cracked up and Whiskey finally took a hit off Rebel’s joint.

W
hiskey woke Elena and told her to get dressed so they could go out to eat. He mentioned a diner in town that he liked, and she was happy to just wear jeans and a long-sleeved shirt. She didn’t bother with a lot of makeup; just some lip gloss. Her hair still had some curl to it, and she looked perfect to Whiskey.

They drove through the countryside until they hit the small quaint downtown area of Mallory. It was decorated for Christmas with the shops lit up with Christmas lights. Even though it was an early Sunday night, many were still open. Whiskey had forgotten about the traditional Sunday night Christmas shopping with wine or hot cider and cookies and donuts. Each streetlight had a wreath on it, and it was a postcard-perfect setting complete with carolers strolling around the town square.

The diner he was taking them to was old and a favorite of his. It might not look like much on the outside, since it was an old silver one that hadn’t been updated in years, but it was the town’s favorite place to eat. The food was some of the best in the area. The sign read Sue’s Sit & Sup.

They parked and Elena looked around enjoying the sights, charmed by the singing teenagers. Her eyes were bright and shining as she grabbed Whiskey’s hand. “I love it. We don’t have anything like a downtown in Sea Woods. We’re getting a diner, though. Kima’s cousins are opening her Aunt’s old place.”

“You’ll like Sue; she’s been feeding me for years. She makes the best banana pudding and her pies are out-of-this-world good. After we eat, we can walk around and look at the stores. Maybe we’ll find some Christmas presents.” He opened the door for her and they went inside.

They sat in a booth and Elena did like Sue. She greeted Whiskey warmly and insisted they have some of her famous she-crab soup.

There were no menus, just a blackboard with the day’s specials on them. Elena looked at it trying to pick something, but decided to let Whiskey order for both of them.

“You pick out dinner. After all, you know what is good here.” She watched the shoppers strolling outside and smiled happily. “You were right. It’s nice to get away from the farm.”

“I have to meet with the real estate people tomorrow. I shouldn’t have a problem selling the house, and I can split up the property since the lots on either side are buildable. I didn’t want neighbors on top of me, so I bought the lots, and I’ll sell it whichever way makes me the most money.”  He checked to make sure the ring box was still in the pocket of his leather.

Elena watched him and wondered what he was looking for. “Did you lose something?”

Whiskey was caught off-guard and Sue saved him from answering by bringing them bowls of soup. Whiskey ordered open-faced roast beef sandwiches with gravy and french fries.

Elena was fine with that and the soap was creamy and the best she had ever tasted. “This is fantastic, Whiskey. I’ve never tasted crab soup this good.”

“Yeah, it might be good to offer something like this at The Drop Inn. Elena, I was wondering what you want for Christmas.”

“I don’t want anything. I’ve got you and that’s enough. What do you want? I’ve thought and thought of what to get you and I’m drawing a blank.” Her eyebrows drew together as she thought of what she could get the man she loved.

Whiskey reached into his leather and brought out the jewelry box and placed it on the table. Elena’s eyes widened.

He opened the box and took her hand into his. “Elena, would you marry me?” He took the ring out and waited for her answer.

“Whiskey! Oh my God! Of course, I love you so much. I never expected this! This is the best Christmas present ever.” Elena was out of her seat and on his lap, kissing him.

The ring was slipped on her finger and she admired it, the diamond twinkling.

“I love this ring too,” she whispered, in awe. “It’s so beautiful. I still don’t know what to get you though.”

Whiskey thought about it and decided to be blunt. “What I’d really like is to get married and be a family for Christmas. We could do it down here and have another wedding later on. We’re here and it just takes forty-eight hours to get the license and go to the Wedding Chapel. We could have Rebel and Violet go with us and go out to lunch. Later on, we can have a party in the spring or summer. That’s what I really want. To know we’re a family and have you legally as my wife, not just my ol’ lady. I want to start the adoptions right away too, and I hope a family…”

Elena thought about it and saw the hope in his eyes. “I know you talked to Thorn and I don’t want a big wedding. A party would be fine in the summer. I’d like to have it at the Lodge, though.” She waited to see what he’d say.

Whiskey chose his words carefully. “Is there a reason you want our wedding party where you lived with Hunter?”

“So many things in my life happened at the Lodge that I’d like to have it there and it’s a great place for a party. I know it would mean a lot to Thorn, too.” She worried he’d object. “If we marry here, I think a party there is fair, don’t you?”

“If that’s what you want to do, of course we can have the party there. Whatever makes you happy, darlin’. Outside of Thorn, I’d like to keep our marriage as quiet as possible. I wanna see what Thrash is going to pull. Until my chapter is fully set up, it’s a good idea.” He spoke seriously. “So you’re good with the adoptions and having a baby?”

Elena closed her eyes and hoped Thrash wouldn’t do anything, but kept her thoughts about it to herself. She looked at the man sitting in front of her and saw the love he had for her shining from his eyes.

“If you think that is best, we’ll start the adoptions right away, and I think we’ll enjoy making a baby. Until we can tell everyone we’re married, I’ll wear my rings on a chain around my neck. Are you sure it’s a good idea to have Rebel and Violet there? Won’t it get around that we’ve gotten married?”

“I’d rather keep it quiet for now. As soon as I’ve got everything running smoothly, I don’t care who finds out. I’ve got my reasons, Elena.” Whiskey looked at her and hoped she wouldn’t want to tell all her friends. “I see our dinner coming. Scoot back to your side, darlin’. If I don’t ask Rebel and Violet, it will hurt their feelings, and I’m sure they’ll agree to keep it on the down-low.”

Elena was so excited, she could barely eat and kept starting at the ring on her finger. “I never expected such a beautiful ring. You must have spent a fortune.”

He gave her a sexy smile. “You deserve the best and I plan to make our lives as good as I can for my girls. I’m sorry about not taking you on a honeymoon.”

“Our honeymoon will be every night in the bedroom, Whiskey. I can’t wait to have all of you finally.” The ring twinkled and they ate happily.

While they were having dessert, Elena had to speak her mind. “Whiskey, I don’t mind your guys living on my farm, but I cannot have any drug-making or anything illegal that could cause me to lose it. I hope you can understand that. I worked so hard to get all I have.”

He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. “Darlin’, I’d never put you, the babies, or the farm in danger. Trust me, I will always protect my family.”

“I know that, but I had to say it. I want us to be open with each other, Whiskey. And as honest as we can be. I’m sure my lawyer can find a way to protect the farm, too. I can’t believe we’re doing this. I have to get something to wear. Violet will have to help me shop.” The excitement showed in Elena’s face and voice.

“We’ll have to register tomorrow. We’ll go to Elkton and get married at the Wedding Chapel. Shit, do you have your birth certificate, or do we need to drive back to New Jersey to get it?”

Elena grinned. “I carry it in my wallet. It’s folded, but I’m sure it will be fine. Are we waiting until we get married, or are you finally going to make love to me?”

Whiskey looked all serious at her before smiling a sexy grin. “I’m tired of my balls aching. How about tonight?”

Elena slowly ran her tongue over her bottom lip, causing Whiskey’s cock to get hard. She touched her bottom lip with her index finger and smiled. “Let’s go back to the house. I don’t need to go shopping, I need to make love with my ol’ man.”

Whiskey went up to get the check from Sue and Elena looked at her diamond ring. She felt so happy and prayed that life would treat them well. Maybe tonight, they’d start their family, and she’d give Whiskey the son he wanted so badly. She watched the man she loved so much pay the bill and admired his huge arms and tight ass.

Damn, he’s a fine-looking man,
she thought, and he was all hers.

* * *

Rebel and Violet weren’t home when they got back to the house. They went up to the guest room and Whiskey pushed her down on the bed. He tugged her boots off and reached up for her jeans. Elena lay there savoring every touch. She had waited a long enough time for this. He pulled them down her legs and tossed them to the side of the bed. Elena giggled as he pulled off each sock and tickled her feet. She squirmed to get away from him and he snagged her panties, pulling them off. She sat up and took off her shirt and turned so he could unhook her bra.

“Ah, Elena, you’re so beautiful.” His hands went into her hair and pulled her face to his for a deep kiss. Their tongues intertwined and Elena could feel heat spreading over her body.

“No fair, Whiskey. You’re still dressed,” she complained.

That was all it took before he was up, ripping his clothes off while she watched him hungrily. Once naked, he got on the bed and pulled her to face him.

“I love you, darlin’.” His voice was raspy in her ear. “Never thought I’d say those words again and mean them the way I do, but I love you so much.”

Elena whispered, “I love you, too,” as her hands sought his stiff, hard cock. She ran her fingers up and down the length of it before firmly grasping it. “I want this inside of me, now.”

Whiskey could feel her body quivering. “Are you wet enough? You don’t want me to suck your pussy?”

She replied huskily, “I’ve been waiting for your cock so long that I’m always wet thinking about you inside of me. I want to feel you fuck me over and over.”

He crawled between her legs and she opened them wide. He looked into her eyes and mouthed, “I love you,” as he thrust his cock deep into her. Elena moaned softly and her legs went over his shoulders. He went deep into her wet cunt and she met him thrust for thrust. Sweat was dripping off them both as they looked into each other’s eyes.

“You want this, darling?”

“I want to feel you come inside of me hard, babe. I’m holding off for you.”

He watched her face as he thrust harder and faster in and out of her. She closed her eyes and her body began to shake with pleasure.

“Elena.” He uttered her name as he began to shoot his cum inside of her. Her muscles clenched his cock with a grip. She withered underneath him and he gave one final thrust before collapsing on top of her.

He rained kisses on her neck and she felt tears slide down her face.

“I made you cry, darlin’?” Whiskey was concerned he’d hurt her.

“Good tears. It felt so damn good.” Elena pushed him off of her so they faced each other. Her lips found his and she nibbled on his bottom lip. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you.”

“I’m the last man that will ever touch your body or be inside of you. You were made for me, Elena.”

She snuggled up to him and was asleep within a few minutes of listening to the beating of his heart. Whiskey smiled and stroked her hair softly until he too fell asleep.

* * *

R
ebel kicked the door open in the morning, waking them both up. “Violet’s got breakfast ready. Get the fuck up.”

Elena blushed slightly and Whiskey laughed at her. “Rebel’s got no manners. But Violet cooks a great breakfast. Come on, let’s go eat.”

They both pulled on the clothes from last night and went downstairs to the dining room. Rebel was sitting with a sour face.

“Tell Violet you’re not company, Elena. I like eating in my kitchen.”

“I’ll go see if she needs any help and try to get her to let us eat in there.” Elena hurried into the kitchen where Violet was leaning against the counter. Her makeup was perfect and her eyes glittered with excitement.

“Show me the ring,” she demanded right away. “I knew he was going to ask you.”