SLAM HER (6 page)

“Get out,” I said. “Or I’ll call the police. That’s your final offer.”

“An offer,” Slam said as he looked at his buddy, Knox. “You hear that? An offer?”

Knox grabbed his to-go bag and slid from the booth. Slam then stood up and I was suddenly sandwiched between the two biggest men I’d ever met in my life.

Slam still didn’t put the cigarette out. Instead, he stuck it between his lips. “Thanks, babe,” he said, the cigarette bouncing. He reached into his pocket and took out a wad of cash and threw it to the table.

The two of them finally left the restaurant.

But my night with Slam wasn’t over yet.

nine

(slam)

*MONTHS AGO*

I lifted the final set and slammed the bar on the bench. I sat up and caught my reflection in the mirror. I looked angry, like a bull ready to charge. Sweat poured off my body. The gym smelled of sweaty balls and blood. There were four ceiling fans, only three worked. They were so damn high up, you barely felt the air coming off them. Four boxing rings were set up, two of which were being used. The rest of the gym was nothing but old, shit weights, but they did the trick.

We were due for a vote later. Another run for the MC. I always approached that shit with hesitation. I hated moving things for people. Yeah, in some ways it kept our noses out of the fire, but at the same time, if anything went wrong, we were the ones who would take the heat.

But it kept us in business. The people we helped, in return, not only paid us what we wanted but they also provided us with favors as needed. That meant the Reap had a lot of crews in our corner. That was a good thing. That ensured survival.

I stood from the bench and unloaded the weights. I had been at the gym for two hours. The truth was that I had a pent up feeling I couldn’t get rid of. The clubhouse ass wasn’t cutting it lately. I needed to get out and get something fresh. Head to the bar and have a few shots of whiskey, pick a fight with some clean cut douche, and then find someone to take home and fuck. That’s what I needed.

After the vote… tonight…

I grabbed sixty pound dumbbells and started to curl them like they were gallons of milk. My biceps were huge and tight, veins throbbing as I lifted. In the reflection of the mirror I saw the door open and saw someone enter the gym.

Chief fucking Richards.

I swore that guy wanted to fuck me. He first popped me for slashing tires when I was thirteen. From there, every time I was in trouble, he was there to bust me. Now, he just followed me around, waiting for me to get into trouble.

I put the weights down and walked toward him.

The guy that owned the gym -
Mutty
- wasn't exactly up to date on inspections, licenses, taxes, or anything normal and legal. I didn’t need any heat coming on Mutty because of me.

“What do you want?” I asked the chief.

“No hello?” he asked as he slowly took off his sunglasses.

“What do you want?” I repeated.

“Couple calls came in from Neily County. Two bangers were shot. Execution style. Know anything about that?”

I laughed. “First off, if I was going to knock off some bangers, I wouldn’t confess it to you. Second, what the fuck would I have business in Neily for? Plus, it’s an hour away. I’ve been at the gym for two hours now.”

“Got proof?” he asked.

I pointed to a security camera hanging above the counter.

“I’ll need to see those tapes,” Chief Richards said with a grin.

We both knew the camera wasn’t real. Mutty put it there to scare people even though everyone in town knew it was fake. Not that Mutty had a lot of money or anything worthwhile to steal.

“What do you want from me?” I asked. “I’m at the fucking gym. I’m lifting weights. I’m not causing trouble.”

“You are trouble, Slam. And you’re going to fuck up. I’m going to be there to finally fucking get you. I’ve been chasing your ass more than half your life.”

“That’s the image you want?” I asked. “A cop chasing the ass of young boy. Think about it…”

Chief Richards’ face turned red. He put a hand to his gun. “Tell your friends I’ll be asking them about the Neily situation. I know you’re tied to it. If not, you’re up to no good. Too much action on the streets the last week around town. I can smell it. I can fucking smell it.”

I lifted my right arm and smelled my armpit. “Can you smell this?”

“Fuck you, Slam,” Chief Richards said. “You know, you had a chance. After your old man ate that truck, I thought you were going to be able to turn. Hell, I thought about taking you under my wing even. Thought maybe you could be a big brother kind of thing to my daughter. But the first time I looked into your eyes after your old man died, I knew you were evil. Pure evil.”

“If you’re here to arrest me, do it,” I said. “If you’re trying to fuck with me, get out. You know the Reap had nothing to do with shit a county over.”

Chief Richards slowly put his sunglasses back on. He took his hand off his gun and put a finger to my chest. “Mark it, Slam, I’m going to fucking get you. Someday soon, I’m going to get you.”

“When you decide on that day, you know where to find me,” I said.

The fucking prick left the gym, got into his SUV, and drove away.

My body was exhausted but I went back to the weights for another hour.

That was when I knew eventually I’d have to prove a point to Chief Richards. If he was going to fuck with me, I was going to fuck with him.

I stacked a bar with more weight than I had lifted before. The anger and rage let me lift and lower it two dozen times.

Nothing could ever break me.

Or so I thought.

And the one thing that would break me… a fucking woman.

ten

(slam)

*NOW*

“You’re fucking crazy,” Knox said.

“I’m crazy? You just ordered your old lady dinner to-go. What the fuck are you? You’re like some married old man, appeasing the wife.”

“I get to go home to a wife that loves me, a kid that loves me, and when the kid goes to bed, I get pussy so good and so sweet, it’d make a man like you cry.”

I snorted. “Maybe I should give it a try.”

“Yeah, right,” Knox said. “Come within ten feet of Ana and I’ll put a bullet in the back of your head.”

“I’m not going to get in trouble.”

“You fucking almost killed someone tonight.”

“And I explained, calmly, who I was and he understood. So I told him to say someone in a black hoodie jacked him up. I took his stuff and tossed it into the dumpster. So tomorrow he could come back and get his shit back. I told him I memorized his address and if he told the police anything, the entire Reap would make sure he never saw daylight again.”

“Christ, Slam,” Knox growled. “Like we need any extra heat on us.”

“Stop. He fucking grabbed her…”

“So that’s where you’re going already,” Knox said. “Protecting her.”

“No. I’m claiming that ass as mine. Fresh, untouched ass.” I inhaled the air and grinned.

“Be safe,” Knox said. “No fucking trouble tonight.”

“Scouts honor,” I said.

“Fuck your honor,” Knox said. He put a fist out. “We’re going to get Tommy and settle up. I really want you there, brother. But you can’t lose your shit. I can pull you in on it. I just need to know you’re going to be calm.”

“Take it to the guys and let me know,” I said. “I’m not going to cause a war within the club.”

“I know it had to be hard inside.”

“You ever been inside?” I asked Knox.

“You know that answer. Not like you were, brother. Not like you were.”

“Then you don’t know how hard is was,” I said. “I can’t stop thinking about King now. How he sits there, the only thing to look at being the ink on his arm with the Reap, knowing he’s going to die.”

“That’s honor.”

“That is honor,” I said. I thumbed over my shoulder to the restaurant. “And back there is pussy. I’m going to get it. I’m going to eat it. I’m going to fuck it. I’m going to savor it.”

“Amen to that,” Knox said.

Knox started his ride and took off, thundering down the road.

I then walked to the back of the restaurant and patiently waited for my moment to come.

Lucky for me, I didn’t have to wait long.

There were two other waitresses outside when Belle came out the backdoor. The second she saw me, she froze. It was a risk because she could have darted back inside and called the police. But she didn’t. She just stood there.

I walked to the table and put out my smoke. I looked to the other two waitresses and nodded. “Back inside, right?”

They both stood and did as I said.

I enjoyed when the world listened to my command.

I then grabbed a chair and slid it back. “How’s your night, babe?”

“What do you want?” she asked.

“I can’t say hi to you?”

“I don’t even know you,” she said.

“That’s okay. I barely know you. That’s why I’m here, babe. To fix that.”

“Stop calling me babe.”

“Can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“I just can’t.” I moved toward her. She stepped back. I loved this game. “The truth, Belle, is that I wanted to make sure you’re okay from what happened before. With that asshole that smacked your ass.”

“I’m fine,” she said.

“And your ass?”

She took another step back. She swallowed hard.

“What?” I asked. “I’m very worried about your ass. It happens to be a very nice ass. Just so you know.”

“You need to leave.”

“No I don’t. I bet your night is all fucked up right now.” Her back hit the wall and she was now stuck. Trapped. Vulnerable. I inched closer like snake to prey. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

“That guy,” Belle said. “What did you do?”

I lifted my hand and showed her my knuckles. “What do you think?”

“Why?”

“Because he touched your ass. I could tell you didn’t want that to happen.”

“So you’re a vigilante now? Like some superhero?”

“No, babe, I’m far from a superhero,” I said. “I’m a villain. I’m the baddest of bad. I beat the living shit out of that asshole that touched your ass. Wanna know why?”

I was so close I could smell her. The lingering scent of the restaurant mixed with something flowery. Shit, if I wanted to I could have stolen myself a kiss or two. But I didn’t. This kind of honey was best left for just a little while longer. I wanted her boiling over, spilling, gushing for me. By the time the first flick of my tongue crested her clit she would already be coming.

“Why?” Belle whispered.

“Because nobody is allowed to touch your ass. That ass, babe, is all mine.”

I leaned in a little more and gave her a peck on the cheek.

Then I backed away and pulled out my smokes.

“Want one?” I asked.

“No,” she said.

I smiled, telling myself that after her first time with me she’d need the whole pack.

I lit up, took a drag, and pointed to her. “You ever need anything, babe, you know where to find me. Don’t forget me now because I sure as fuck ain’t gonna forget you. Got that?”

Just like a good girl, Belle slowly nodded at me.

I tossed a pack of matches to the table. They had the name and address of the garage on them.

“Your car is probably overdue for an oil change,” I said. “I’ll take care of that, personally.”

I turned and walked away, leaving her speechless.

The seeds were planted.

And speaking of which… my seed would be inside her soon enough. But before then, I still needed attention myself. Fucking driving myself crazy all night over Belle had taken its toll on me.

Back at the clubhouse I downed three shots of whiskey and found a blonde to take to my room. She tried to kiss me but I stopped her. I turned the bitch around and ordered her pants and panties off. She made a comment about not wearing panties. What-the-fuck-ever. I bent her over and stuffed my fat cock into her pussy, holding hips, thinking of Belle the entire time.

Ruining Belle was going to be the greatest pleasure of my entire life.

eleven

(belle)

*MONTHS AGO*

The car was steaming as I jumped out, fearing it was going to catch on fire and explode. I looked around and realized I was on the loneliest road in town.

Shit.

If I called my father, I’d get a face full of shit. He’d have ten squad cars show up and torture me. I’d be grilled on where I was going and why. My car would be searched for drugs. I’d get a breathalyzer test. And, no, none of that was a lie.