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DC
Riding into the yard of the safe house I was shocked to see all the Iron Dogz sitting on their rumbling bikes in a large semi-circle facing the steps. Doc and Freeze stood on the steps, arms crossed and looking seriously pissed off. What the hell had happened while we were on our run? I glanced at Alien who rode next to me and he shrugged. He didn’t know what was going on either.
Backing my bike into a spot between Alien and Rover I looked up and met Hawk’s eyes. He immediately got off his bike, left his helmet on the seat and stalked towards me. I sat frozen as he approached. His face was like stone but his eyes were alive with something. Something a little bit crazy.
His hands were on my helmet, loosening the straps and gently lifting it off and setting it down between my legs. All the while his eyes never left mine. The kiss, when it came, was surprisingly soft and short. Pulling his head back a few centimetres the corner of his lips quirked up in the beginning of a smile, but it didn’t go any further.
“You got all your shit in your saddlebags, little bird?”
“Yes, I think so. Why?”
“Think carefully before you answer, baby. Are you my old lady?” His eyes were almost completely yellow and he looked as if he was holding his breath.
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes, yes I am.”
A huge smile broke over his face as his arms swept around me and his lips crashed down onto mine. The world disappeared as he kissed me senseless. Leaving me panting and buzzing with want. From far away I heard the howls from his men as he pulled away and settled a soft kiss on either eyelid.
I opened my eyes and smiled at my beautiful man.
“Helmet back on, baby. We’re leaving. You ride next to me.”
He lifted my helmet and held it out to me. Frowning I took it and slid it on, fastened it and opened the visor to slip on my sunglasses. Alien got off his bike, looking down at his phone he leant over and spoke softly.
“Stay with your man, DC. There’s club shit going down and Doc needs you safe with your old man.”
Drawing in a deep breath I nodded, started my bike and slowly rolled to where Hawk was waiting. We rode out of the yard and the Iron Dogz peeled out behind us, forming a line of bikers riding two abreast.
I had no idea what the hell was going on but riding next to Hawk made the last of the bad stuff disappear. He had come for me was the only thought that played through my head.
He had come for me.
When we rode through the gates into the Iron Dogz compound in Pinetown I started to get nervous. There were men waiting outside the front door and I saw some club women off to the side watching as we parked. I immediately spotted the tall blondes in the group and knew those bitches had most probably fucked my old man at some time in the past. That shit was going to be freaking difficult to ignore, but I had to or else I would go crazy with jealousy.
Hawk slung his arm around my shoulders as we walked over to the men waiting in front of the clubhouse.
“Hotdog, Growler, this is my old lady, DC.” He said before looking down at me.
“Baby, Hotdog is the president of the Durban chapter and Growler is his VP. You have any problems and you can’t find me you go to them. Okay?”
I nodded, because what else was I going to do? Say no?
The guys were shocked at Hawk’s revelation but they hid it behind welcoming grins. It sucked being the short one in a group of alpha dogs.
“Welcome to my house, DC. Congratulations on snagging the old hound dog.” Hotdog teased as he drew me away from Hawk and into a hug.
Growler drew me from his president and hugged me hard making me squeak as his arms squished my ribs. Of course that had them all laughing.
“Welcome, DC. I’m happy to see my brother found what he was looking for.” And then I knew why his name was Growler, his voice was very low and growly.
“Thank you.” I smiled as Hawk possessively pulled me back into his side.
I tuned the men out as we walked inside. The common room of their clubhouse was large and laid out very much like the common room at Hawk’s clubhouse. The bar at the back, the pool tables to the side and deep couches and easy chairs scattered around battered coffee tables. A big-ass TV hung against one wall while on another there was a huge Iron Dogz MC banner stretched from one end to the other. The other walls were covered with framed photographs and shelves that held memorabilia relevant only to the club and its members.
Being inside this club and not knowing anyone except Hawk and to a lesser extent Ice and Kid was an unsettling feeling. It wasn’t a setting I was used to at all. Doc kept me away from visiting clubs as much as possible so I was sort of new to all of this. We were standing at the bar being served large mugs of black coffee when my phone started ringing. I thought nothing of it and answered when I saw it was Pixie.
“Morning, Boss.”
She was frantic. “What the fuck is going on? Rooster called Wild Man earlier and now he’s having conniption fits and not telling me why. What did Freeze do this time?”
Shaking my head I stood frowning down at my feet. “I have no idea. I left Rooster with the brothers and I’m with Hawk, we’re at...” I didn’t get to finish, my phone was rudely pulled out of my hand and Hawk took over the conversation.
“Pixie, my woman can’t talk now. She’ll call you back.”
He didn’t give Pixie a chance to say a single word. He ended the call and slipped my phone into the inside pocket of his kutte. Anger started bubbling and boiling looking for an exit. Which it found when I opened my mouth.
“You did not just do that. You did not just take my phone and ended a call I was on. And you definitely did not just put my phone in your pocket.” I hissed angrily, not realising that the Crow was starting to peak her head out.
“Baby, calm down. Pull it back. I’ll explain but not now.” Hawk bent his head and whispered in my ear.
I knew I had to hold back and I did because to go at him in front of his men would be an unforgivable insult. They didn’t know me well enough yet and I didn’t know them. Actually I didn’t know Hawk either just as he didn’t know me. We were too damn new and with everything going down around the clubs it just made it so much more difficult to find the time to get to know each other.
So I let it go. For now.
I was standing against the bar drinking my coffee while Hawk stood to the side talking to Hotdog and Growler with Ice and Kid listening when it happened. Something that I could not and would not let go. And having grown up in a MC I knew I had to make my point and make it viciously enough that no other bitch would cross the line, ever again.
She had been watching from the far end of the room, waiting for her opportunity. And found it after our short difference of opinion, now she strolled over to where Hawk stood surrounded by the men.
Her hips were rolling in an exaggerated sway as she walked across the floor in her barely there shorts and tiny excuse for a tank top. It barely covered her large tits that swayed and bobbed with every step. Almost every eye in the room was on her, but I felt some eyes on me, watching for my reaction.
I waited. Waited until she plastered herself to Hawk’s front, lifted up and kissed his jaw. He grinned, gave her a hug and pushed her back. But not far enough, she still had her bottom half pressed against his thigh, rubbing against him, and they proceeded to have a whispered conversation.
Hotdog was frowning and so were Ice and Kid. Sin was suddenly next to me at the bar and he leant over and whispered in my ear right when Hawk looked over at me and frowned.
“That’s Kathy, the local club whore. When we’re down here she’s the one he used to fuck. She’s pissed because he blew her off last night. Why don’t you fuck her up a little? The way you did Jane? We could all do with a little bit of a distraction.”
He pulled away and I laughed up at him and handed him my mug. Looking down at me he sipped and winked.
I moved fast. Before anyone realised what was happening I had her by her teased to shit hair, pulled her off Hawk and hit her hard and fast, five times in quick succession. I made sure I blackened her eyes, broke her nose, split her lips and cracked her cheekbone. The sixth blow was on her chin and it knocked her out. I let go of her hair as she fell to the floor then kicked her hard in the ribs. Looking up I knew the fighter that I am was right there in my eyes.
“Anyone else?” I snarled and flicked my fingers, inviting them to bring it on. “Come on bitches, now’s your chance, step up or stay the fuck out of my way.”
Deathly silence hung over the room and then Sin’s voice rang out in the tense silence.
“That was fucking quick, Demon. I was hoping it would last a little bit longer but this bitch isn’t as tough as Jane Warne and that bitch didn’t even last three rounds.” He laughed and toasted me with my own mug of coffee.
I gave the bitch one last kick and walked back to lean up against the bar next to Sin who patted me on the shoulder. Hawk watched me with narrowed eyes but said nothing. He knew I knew he had done that on purpose to see what I would do.
Mistake. Big fucking mistake.
Turning to the bartender, a girl with brown hair and shocked hazel eyes, I asked for a bottle of water and some serviettes. I had the whores’ blood all over my knuckles and wanted it gone. It didn’t feel like I had broken the tough skin over my knuckles but I wanted to be sure. The bitch most probably fucked anything that moved and I didn’t want to pick up some disease from her.
My hand was clean and the bloody serviettes piled into an empty ashtray when Hawk took my hand and started lifting it to his lips. I snatched my hand out of his.
“You put your lips on my knuckles and I’ll hit you so hard your damned ears will ring. My hand hasn’t been disinfected, we don’t know if she’s clean or not.” I looked at Sin and grimaced. “And now I want to dip him in disinfectant knowing he fucked that slut.”
The men including Hawk laughed as if I was making a joke.
“Babe. Give me your hand I need to see if you hurt yourself.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. I shook my head in disbelief and tapped my chest.
“Cage fighter, baby. My hands are my weapons. And I pulled back, didn’t hit her that hard.”
Hawk laughed and so did those around us as he drew me into his chest with one long arm. I looked up to see him looking around the room until he found who he was looking for.
“Kev, you take my old lady’s saddlebags up to my room?”
“Yes, Boss. Left them on your bed.” The prospect who had driven the cage with Raj and his bike replied.
“Taking my woman upstairs. We’ll see you later.” Hawk growled as he virtually dragged me out the room and up the stairs. There was knowing laughter as we left the room.
A long corridor led away from the landing with closed doors on either side. Hawk unlocked the last door on the left and drew me into an average sized room with a big king sized bed standing front and centre. An open door let me see into a small bathroom and another closed door was most probably a cupboard. He let go of me to close the door and shrug out of his cut. Folding it carefully he lay it over the back of a very small couch set beneath the windows. I stayed right where he had left me.
“How many bitches, excluding the one whose face I rearranged, have you had in this bed?” It flew out of my mouth before I could even blink.
I did not expect the laughter my comment evoked.
“Exactly...uhm...let me think. This might be difficult...I think it was...none” He teased.
“How sure are you of that?”
“Damn sure, my little bird, seeing as it’s a brand new fucking bed.”
“Really?”
“Yes, baby. I had all the beds replaced in my rooms.”
“How many rooms do you have? I thought there were only two.”
Hawk grinned. “I have a room at all the chapters, baby. As a prospect and a patched member I hated sleeping in crash rooms. I’d fuck bitches in there but I never slept in them. Took my sleeping bag with me where ever I went and crashed out on the floor somewhere.”
“That’s just crazy. You had no problems putting your dick in bitches that most of your brothers have been with but you would not sleep in the beds they had those bitches in. Makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.”
I shook my head as he just laughed and sat down to take off his boots.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” His grin was naughty.
“It looks like you are getting undressed and though I would be happy to do what it is you want to do, I’m starving. We didn’t stop to eat this morning and I’ve been on the road for hours with no food. I don’t think I can perform on an empty stomach.”
By now Hawk had his boots and socks off and was pulling his tee over his head.
“No problem, little bird. I can fix that.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and started texting then looked up. “Baby, get out of those clothes. Kev will bring up some food.”
With a sigh I shrugged out of my jacket and hung it over the back of the couch, sat down and started to take off my boots. I did it slowly, dragging it out. I did not want to be naked when our food arrived.
“You do know we have some shit to discuss, right?” I watched him through my eyelashes as I undid my boots.
“After we’ve eaten and I’ve fucked my little bird in my bed, then we can talk about any fucking thing you want to.”
He meticulously laid his phone, gun and wallet on the bedside table closest to the door before he turned. And my eyes snagged on the golden trail revealed by his unzipped jeans hanging low on his hips.
“Can I just ask one thing before all of that happens?”
Frowning at me now he nodded.
“Gav is doing what he does too damned well this morning. Are any of your brothers going to follow Speedy when he runs with those kids?”
“Yes. We’ve got brothers ready to follow him after it goes down. Bikes and cages so he doesn’t pick up that he has a tail. And we have brothers who will be following the truck with the container when it leaves the yard. Skel and I worked it out together, so no problems.”
But my man wasn’t happy about something and I knew he would stubbornly keep it to himself until he felt it was time to reveal it to me.
A knock came as I opened my mouth. Hawk shouted ‘it’s open’ and the strangest thing I have ever seen in a biker clubhouse happened.
The door opened and a woman pushed a trolley into the room. On the trolley were two covered plates, a rack of toast and a small dish with tiny wrapped blocks of butter. Knives and forks wrapped in real serviettes were set to the side. On the lower level there was a large pot of coffee, a small milk jug, a sugar bowl and two big coffee mugs.
My eyes must have been wide and my mouth hanging open because the woman laughed as she settled the trolley in front of the small couch.
“Good morning. I’m Molly, Hotdogs’ old lady. It is my pleasure to welcome our president’s old lady to our home. We are so happy he has found a woman that won’t take any shit.” She grinned slyly. “And you have the gratitude of all the old ladies for taking care of that slutty little problem downstairs. We would like you to join us for a drink later to get to know us and for us to get to know you. There aren’t many old ladies in the club but we have formed our own network to support each other and our men. I hope you will join us.”
I liked the way her eyes twinkled and grinned. “I’m DC and I’d love to join you, thank you. And that slutty little problem downstairs might be gone but believe me it’s not forgotten. Thank you for the breakfast, it looks delicious.” I glanced at where Hawk was lifting the covers from the steaming plates.
Molly nodded and grinned. “My pleasure, DC. You’re a lucky man, Hawk. She’s gorgeous and good with her fists, a total winner.” She teased as she backed out of the room and shut the door. They could hear her laughing as she walked away.
Shaking his head Hawk grinned as he sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him.
“Come and eat, little bird. I don’t want your grumbling tummy interrupting when I have you underneath me.”
“Such a caveman.” I grumbled with a grin as I sat down next to him.
The food was delicious and I had barely finished when Hawk pushed the trolley out into the corridor and locked the door.
He stood with his back leaning against the door and watched me through heavy lids. My breathing sped up when he pushed away from the door and stalked towards me.
“Get naked, baby. I need you so fucking much.”
His growl and burning eyes pinned me next to the bed and I slowly pulled off my tee and bra. Teasing him. Until he lost it, and took over, tipping me onto the bed and dragging my jeans and panties down.
Naked and already panting I lay on the bed and smiled up at my Viking. I was ready to give him this but we would be talking about the shit he’d pulled downstairs.
After I got what I needed.
