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Ignoring the speed limit, Leviathan’s motorcycle raced through Nashville. The biker hadn’t played it safe on my behalf. The ride alone had been dangerous, exhilarating. We ended up in front of a rundown building just off the interstate. A cheap neon sign flashed, Shakey’s. Bodiless legs danced beneath. The universal symbol for a strip club if you will.
“I’m sure you’ve heard of this place. Being from the area and all,” Leviathan said as soon as I could hear him. He still doubted me.
“Of course. Most of the girls at Royal Road used to work here.”
“But not you?”
“No.”
Levi took my waist and practically pulled me off his bike. “I’m checking something out. But we can enjoy the show. You understand?”
“Okay?”
“You’re with me,” he said, taking my hand.
Levi took me inside as if I was his date. I played along. I sort of was his date, wearing his motorcycle jacket and all. We’d hit it off.
Inside the place was depressing. Nothing like the grandness of Royal Road. Leviathan shrugged off all the glares. The men knew him but avoided him at all costs. Not the women though. They started to come our way, but once they saw me, they backed off.
Sitting in front of the stage, he ordered us drinks.
“What do you want?”
“A strawberry margarita on the rocks.”
“You always drink that, why?”
He’d been watching me. “Started in Galveston, Texas. When I started in the circus. I miss it.”
“You said Oklahoma.” He tried to catch me in a lie.
“Yes, Oklahoma is where we were based, but this margarita started in Texas when we had a show there.”
“You ever think of going back?”
“To the circus? No. I’ll never travel again like that. But I have no roots. So yeah, I’d love to live in Texas. If I had a choice.”
“Why don’t you have a choice?”
Skewing my lips, I caught myself. I almost told him I’d made a huge mistake, prospecting with a mean ass motorcycle club and I was in over my head. But that it also intrigued me, thrilled me. “I just go where life takes me,” I recovered, realizing how dumb that sounded.
We watched the strippers who were much tamer than at Royal Road. Levi seemed to enjoy it. Spreading his legs, he leaned back so the action could grow in his jeans. Looked like that alien from the movie was about to bust out of his zipper. I imagined his dick dancing off with a top hat and cane and knew I had my movies seriously confused with cartoons.
My drink arrived and I slammed it back quick. Levi ordered me another. He put his arm around me as he sucked down a beer, but he was distracted. He was looking for someone. Clearly, I was part of his cover. It didn’t stop him from suddenly leaning in and placing kisses down my neck.
Oh, wow.
His hand went to my thigh, inching up my short skirt. My stomach twisted as I longed for him. An ache filled me where he should be.
His lips faltered, and I noticed he was only kissing my neck so he could look behind us. Squeezing my leg, he stopped. He saw something. Then his kisses returned, traveling to my ear.
Hot breath tickled me, as he declared, “We’re leaving. Keep up, but don’t rush.”
The biker planned to follow someone. I obeyed his lead but then saw something that stopped me in my tracks. One small hesitation, and I tripped. My feet left the ground.
Levi caught me by the small of my back, setting me right almost instantly.
Damn. He had the reflexes of a cat. Without them, I’d have cracked my head open.
“Sorry, these heels,” I said to explain and regroup.
Levi offered his arm.
Taking it, I limped on, slowing us down. It wasn’t just my ankle, he trailed someone I recognized. The biker was in plain clothes, but I knew him from the Asphalt Gods MC club house. The face tattoo, a name scrawled over his eye so crudely you couldn’t read it gave him away.
Another prospect was in the area. Why? Was he spying on me? Did he have the same mission? Killer hadn’t said a thing about it.
The man Levi pursued mounted a motorcycle I more than recognized. I’d know it anywhere. The Harley-Davidson softail was mine.
What the actual fuck?
Levi started his hog, and it didn’t take much for me to rush onto the back. I wanted to catch the fucker too.
We ended up downtown Nashville, in the heart of the city, down Broadway. Hordes of people were in the street. This part was closed to traffic, but our mark didn’t care and neither did Levi. His motorcycle weaved through the people hopping from bar to bar. I’d lost the God we chased. But Levi steered us into the alley behind a honky-tonk.
We parked right beside my motorcycle. Fuck what was that fuckers name? He’d parked my bike there in the fucking dirty alley beside a dumpster. Orange and sleek it didn’t exactly look like it belonged to a woman, but it did. I’d sunk my savings to buy it. I put the dents and scrapes in the metal learning to ride it.
Levi cut his engine. I leapt off his motorcycle, but he didn’t move.
He explained, “Fireball runs with my enemy, the Asphalt Gods MC. We’ll wait for him to come out here.”
Fireball, yeah, that was it. If he was patched. Had he been? I’d been at Royal Road for months now but hadn’t heard.
“You’re enemy?” I played dumb.
Levi cracked his head sideways. “You’ve not heard about me?”
“Not really.”
“You sure?”
I surrendered, “Everyone says you’re a monster, but I don’t believe it.”
He smiled at that, offering me his hand. Placing my fingers into his palm, I let him yank me back on his hog. He wanted me in his lap. I obliged. Inching up my miniskirt, I straddled him.
“I figure we’ve got time before he comes back out,” Levi said, with an arched eyebrow.
“Time for what?” I asked, knowingly.
His hands zipped right up my shirt. They were ice cold from the ride. The sensation wasn’t exactly unwanted but had surprised me all the same. The biker undid my bra and had my tits out in the cool breeze before I knew it. At least he covered them with his warm mouth. His bald head dipped down further, and he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I smelted in the heat he caused to rise in me.
As monstrous as he looked, Levi was all softness with my breasts. Fuck. I wanted so much to take in every movement, to enjoy it but all I could think about was Fireball rushing out into the alley and giving me away.
“Why are they your enemy?” I asked him, ignoring the pleasure he caused.
He spoke to my chest. “Those Gods killed my sister, strung her up a telephone pole and left her for dead.”
“Oh, fuck. I didn’t know.” Holy hell. I really hadn’t known.
That sounded abysmal. Inexcusable. The Asphalt Gods I knew didn’t seem capable of such atrocities, but I’d also learned since agreeing to prospect that all bikers kept their misdeeds under wraps for good reason.
“She was pregnant too. Probably one of theirs for all I know. Anyway, I’m going to do the same to this fucker after I question him of course. Too bad it’s not one of their women.” Levi spoke between ravaging my breasts.
“You’d do that to one of their women?” I breathed heavily.
“Yeah, that’s all I want. To catch one of their women, torture her and make the evil fuckers feel my pain. Vengeance. They say you dig two graves, but I’m willing to die for it. That Eve bitch is one of them, you know. I wanted to string her up but Hallow stopped me. When I saw you with him, I couldn’t stand it. I wasn’t going to let him take you from me.”
His kisses on my chest became savage.
“Take me from you?” Shit. Did he know about me?
“Killed me to see him with the woman I planned to fuck,” he said, and I understood his meaning.
Levi’s hand fell to my skirt and ran up my thigh, searching. I rose to allow it. He found my panties and tugged them forward, so he could get his fingers in me. Fingers, he went in with two right away. I groaned. His teeth grazed my nipple as he fucked me with his hand. Then he bit down as he went harder.
Holy smokes.
I grabbed the back of his bald head to hold on as he practically punched a hole in my pussy. His knuckles scraped my clit deliciously as he did. Writhing on his lap, I breathed rapidly as I bore the pleasure I hadn’t had in so long. His face met mine, but he didn’t go in to kiss my lips. A cocky look on his face, he watched me climax. He knew exactly what he was doing, getting me off. I came in no time.
The man removed his fingers.
I shuddered as our connection faded.
He went for his jeans. “Fuck Hallow. You’re my bitch, and you’re going to ride my hog,” he said, unzipping himself.
Oh, fuck, how I wanted to, more than anything, but I had to get out of here before Fireball outed me. Levi would kill me instead.
“I don’t think I can. I’m spent,” I said, breathlessly.
Levi leaned into me again as he positioned his cock under me.
“You can come again. It’ll be easier with your pussy relaxed,” he said into the crook of my neck. “Easier to fit.”
Levi took my hand to his massive dick. I couldn’t get a hand around it. His head still in my way as he lingered, placing tender kisses on my neck, I couldn’t even see it. But feeling it was enough. There was no way in hell. Besides, I had to get out of here.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I yelped, warning him.
I threw up over the side of the motorcycle. Partly, I did have a nervous stomach but vomiting on command was a skill I learned in the circus, trying my hand at magic. You could swallow about anything small and throw it up later.
Abracadabra, motherfucker.
“Too many margaritas,” I explained, wiping my lips.
“Two?” Levi exclaimed, zipping his pants.
“I’m a lightweight.” I pretended to be mortified as I tugged my shirt down, covering myself up. “Can you just take me home?” I produced tears.
Thinking about Levi finding out about me, it wasn’t difficult. But I’d learned to cry on command as well.
Monster or not, Levi wasn’t immune to a woman’s tears.
“Alright. Fireball can wait,” he said, his voice full of concern.
Bloody Hell, that only made me want him more as we rode off, heading back to Royal Road.
Still in character I ran off to my bedroom when we made it back. Levi didn’t follow.
I texted Killer, “What the fuck is Fireball doing in Nashville?”
“Making sure you’re doing your job,” he answered.
“Got another spy at Royal Road?”
“Maybe.”
“I need to know.”
“Above your paygrade. But know we’re set up to go when you give the order.”
“What you want takes time,” I texted. “Unless you don’t want him to fall for me?”
“No. Take your time. You’ve got until Halloween.”
“He said you murdered his sister?”
“We did. Is that a problem?”
“No. Just don’t want to go in blind.”
“The less you know the better. More believable that way.”
I avoided Levi for the rest of the week because I really didn’t know what to do anymore. The Asphalt Gods MC did murder his sister. No wonder he was itching to kill them all. I’d thought he was the murderer. Sending my club in to kill everyone at Royal Road didn’t sit right with me anymore. Hell, it never really did, but I’d bit off more than I could chew, and I didn’t know how to escape yet.
Once I worked up the courage to talk to Levi, he was altogether gone.
I asked Paisley what was going on.
“Goliaths out. Leviathan’s our only Enforcer, guarding our king. Kingpin’s about to go through some shit, I’ve heard.”
Apparently, Levi had been checking out Shakey’s for a reason. The shit hit the fan at Royal Road. I only saw him in the club when he was next to his master, Kingpin. I didn’t dare approach him then. There was trouble in paradise, and their Prez was on a rampage. And Levi never found me when he could. Maybe I’d scared him off with my vomiting act. Killer kept texting asking how it was going, but I had no news. I lied and told him that things were going as planned. But I was having second thoughts about betraying everyone.
Then the unthinkable happened.
Sky, the President’s Ol’ Lady was nearly massacred. One of the whores and Prez’s other ex, Junebug had sliced her up, almost killing her and her baby. The news had come as a shock. Though I had tried to keep my distance, I cried real tears hearing how she suffered. And it was all a little too close to what happened to Levi’s sister in my opinion. I wondered if the Asphalt Gods MC had anything to do with it. I wanted to tell Levi of my worries, but he stayed with his Prez in the hospital day and night. So, I never saw him to know how he was holding up after witnessing such a thing.
While they were gone, things at Royal Road ran pretty much as usual. Pagan, left in charge of the show in his President’s absence was an easy replacement. Loyal to his boss, he didn’t steer from his wishes. But the whole club felt his loss and his pain. One of theirs had been taken from the property and mutilated in a bloodcurdling way. They all felt partly responsible. Afterall, they were supposed to protect Kingpin and what was his at all costs.
One night, Opry approached me. He had a plan that might cheer up everyone once his President returned. He needed my help to pull it off. I happily agreed. But the next night proved, he also wanted something else from me. He caught me just as I entered the dressing room. My top was still off. The biker sat at my dressing table with his dick out. Hard, it looked as thin and tall as him. He rose to his feet and made his way over. Holding it, he wagged his dick at me.
“Figured we’d be spending a lot of time together. We might as well have some fun doing it.”
“I can’t,” I pushed him away. “I belong to Leviathan.”
