Dark Menace MC: Stone (15 page)

Wildman’s message was clear. He had Rachel’s
sister. I covered up the mouth piece and turned my head to my
brothers. “Wildman has eyes on us.” Pit Bull, Bulldog, and Shooter
took off immediately. They were the best trackers we had.

“What do you fuckin’ want?”

His laugh was grating and without humor. “I
want my girl back.”

I pretended I didn’t know what he was talking
about. “Who’s your girl?”

“You know who the fuck I’m talking about,” he
said with force. “That cute little piece you’re holding for
collateral.”

How the fuck had he found that out? “Nice
pussy,” I taunted, knowing Wildman had a short fuse. “Always wet
and ready for my dick.”

“I want my fuckin’ property back!” he snarled
like a rabid animal, taking the bait.

It was my turn to laugh. “You’re a greedy
fucker, first taking over the Predators, now demanding my
woman.”

We’d already heard that Wildman had stormed
back to the Predators’ clubhouse and demanded that they join the
Red Devils or he’d kill them, their women, and their families. He’d
convinced them that he and Killer had been working out the
logistics when the situation with Wild Marauders had gone down. The
Predators were weak pussies now that their president, Killer, was
dead, and were obviously too afraid of Wildman to question his
intentions and authority.

I glanced at Rachel. “Inside, now!” Satisfied
once I saw her backside rushing toward the door with Trudy I turned
my attention back to Wildman. “Not gonna happen.”

“Been looking for that bitch and her mother
for years. I—”

I cut him off. “Get to your fuckin’ message.
We know that you have her sister.” Leaving Ronald Manson dead in
the truck that Rachel had sent Maddie off in was a clear statement
that he wasn’t messing around.

Wildman growled, “Yeah, we got her fuckin’
skinny-ass sister. Gotta tell ya, chick doesn’t have the stamina to
survive my bunch. They’ll tear her to pieces when I give her
up.”

I held my anger in check, knowing that it
would only fuel the cruelty of a prick like Wildman.

“Here’s how shit’s gonna go,” he began,
sounding over-confident. “You give me back my girl, her sister gets
to live. You don’t give her back to me and her sister joins her man
in hell. Then I come after your club and take back what’s mine
anyway.”

His mistake was in threatening my club. “You
can fuckin’ try.” I clenched my teeth, wanting to reach through the
fucking phone for his throat and rip it out. “And I repeat,
not
gonna happen.
Rachel stays in my bed.” There was no fucking way
I was going to let him get his hands on her. A few seconds later I
heard a woman’s shrill scream in the background.

“You hear that? And that was just a nipple
twist.” He laughed.

“You’re a sick fuck.” A plan was already
taking shape in my head. I listened to his demonic laugh. He had
reason to laugh. He was a lucky fuck, too, and he knew it.

I hung up. He called me right back but I
ignored it.
Fuck!
I glanced at the brothers that were still
hanging around the truck. “Take care of this fuckin’ mess,” I
ordered sharply. “We have another meeting in an hour.” Church twice
in one day, that was a first. But instinct warned me that we needed
to act fast if we were going to get Rachel’s sister back alive.

Christ, this day had turned into one big
fuck-up.

STONE

I entered the bar, my gaze landing on Rachel
where she was sitting on a stool, clearly distraught. Trudy and
Lulu were both talking to her in low tones, obviously trying to
keep her calm. Rita was at the other end of the bar, clearly not
giving a fuck. She made a movement to leave her stool when she saw
me, but I held my hand up, warning her back.

Trudy glanced my way and I motioned her away.
She said something and then she was leaving with Lulu. Rachel swung
around to face me, slipping to her feet as I approached.

“Stone.”

She threw herself at me, curling her hands
into my cut. My arms automatically closed around her, and for the
first time in my fucking life I wanted to give comfort to someone.
She was shaking like a wet kitten and I held her tighter, running a
hand up and down her back.

“Was it Ronald?” she asked against me in a
soft tone.

So, she’d been thinking. “Yeah.”

“Oh, God, Stone.
He
has her.”

“The important thing is that she’s still
alive, sweetheart. We’ll get her back.”

She pulled back a little and looked up at me.
“You’re going to go get her?” she sounded surprised.

“Fuck, babe, we don’t abandon innocent women
to animals like Wildman. He’s made it clear that he’ll kill her if
he doesn’t get you back.” I wasn’t going to pussy-foot around,
deciding to tell her like it was.

She shuddered. “The one thing I didn’t want
to happen. I don’t understand how he found out about Maddie, much
less Ronald. She wasn’t even going to pick him up before leaving
town.”

“She was going to leave him behind?”

Rachel nodded. “I’d convinced her that Ronald
had to stay or you would think that he had skipped town without
paying you back. So she called him to let him know what was going
on.”

Fuck. I had a bad feeling about this. My gut
told me that I’d just found out who the fucking leak was that was
feeding Wildman information. Rebel couldn’t give us a name, saying
only that he’d overheard a couple Red Devils talking about someone
in town who was on Wildman’s payroll for any information regarding
Dark Menace. Now it appeared that the “someone” had been Ronald
Manson. The stupid fuck had led the enemy right to his own wife,
and Rachel, and had ended up dead in the process.

Stupid fuck.

Stupid
dead
fuck.

If I had to guess why, Ronald had climbed
into bed with the Red Devils in a desperate attempt to earn some
extra cash to pay back his loan to us, unwittingly opening up a
whole other can of fucking trouble.

“I can’t stand the thought of Maddie in
Wildman’s hands,” Rachel murmured against me. “He’s evil, Stone.
He’ll hurt her. You saw what he did to me.”

I clenched my teeth at the desperation in her
tone. She wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know. The Red
Devils were known for their sadistic tendencies. Ronald was proof
of that. They could have ended him with a shot to the head, clean
and fast. But they’d gutted him and slit his throat. We were going
to get Maddie out of there, but I had no doubt
s
that she’d be used and beaten before that was
accomplished. Wildman wouldn’t care how he returned the woman. As
long as she was alive he’d figure that he’d kept his end of the
bargain.

“Maybe I should go to him.” I could feel her
trembling against me. “He doesn’t want to kill me. He just wants to
use and degrade me.”

“Fuck, no.”

“But it’s my fault—”

I pushed Rachel back so that I could look at
her. “No, it’s not your fault. Look, I have church in a few
minutes. We’re going to discuss how to get her back.” Then, because
I couldn’t stop myself, I slanted my mouth over the parted softness
of hers and kissed her long and hard. It occurred to me then that I
was having a hard fucking time resisting her. I was more concerned
with rescuing her sister than the loss of the money that Ronald
owed the club.

That
still had to be dealt with.

I swallowed her soft moan, groaning hungrily,
wanting more than a fucking kiss. Now wasn’t the time, but I wanted
to drag her back to my room and fuck the hell out of her. Fuck
that, I wanted to take her right there, in the bar. My hands slid
down her back, and then I was cupping her curvy ass. Jesus, she was
hot. The first woman to take me from zero to a hundred in a fucking
second flat, no preliminaries, no dirty talk, just the touch of her
full mouth beneath mine.

Her surrender.

I ground my aching dick into her, not giving
a shit that Rita was still there and probably shooting daggers at
us. A moment of relief came when Rachel responded, winding her arms
up around my neck and fucking melding into me as if I could absorb
her.
I wanted to fucking devour her!
Only it was more than
that, and that shit wasn’t good. I didn’t like how it made me feel,
and I knew that I had to fucking walk away before I hurt her.

Wrapping my hand in her hair I intended to do
just that, but once the silky length was wound against her scalp it
only bound us tighter. The growl that rumbled in my throat was more
to express the frustration I was feeling, because holding Rachel
snug against me felt fucking good. My dick was so hard it hurt, and
recalling how wet and tight her body curled around it when I was
inside her wasn’t helping.

Somehow I had to find the fucking strength to
break away. She was still collateral, and club property. Just
because Ronald had gone and gotten himself killed didn’t wipe the
slate clean. Yeah, I knew that that was a fucking excuse to keep
her right where I wanted her. She opened her mouth and tangled her
tongue with mine.

“Why don’t you just fuck her right here?”

Rita’s voice penetrated the moment like
breaking glass, which was good, because I’d thought about doing
that very thing myself.

“You fuck me wherever and whenever you want,”
she said smugly.

“Yeah,” I set my gaze on her. “And when’s the
last time I stuck my dick in you?” I waited for her reaction. I
hadn’t fucked her in over a week, not since Rachel came into the
picture, although I’d led Rachel to believe that I had. After a
year of sharing my bed almost every night, one week probably felt
like a lifetime from Rita’s perspective.

Rachel and I shared a brief look, and then
she was pushing out of my arms. I could tell that she didn’t like
Rita’s comment. I opened my mouth, and then closed it again, not
about to make a pussy out of myself by explaining shit in front of
a club sweetbutt.

“Oh, so sorry for ruining the moment,” Rita
sneered, laughing.

We both ignored her, and I was fucking glad
to see some of the crew walk through the door. Time for church.
“I’ll look for you when we’re done, babe.” We had shit to sort out,
and I wanted to get to it.

****

RACHEL

I watched as Reggie, Max, Bulldog, Pit Bull,
Animal, Ripper, Shooter, and BJ all fell in behind Stone as he
headed to his office. As long as I knew that Wildman had Maddie I
would worry every second. Maybe he’d mellowed over the years. No, I
didn’t believe that. I thought back to the day that he’d taken the
whip to me. Even though I’d only been thirteen I could tell that
he’d enjoyed inflicting pain, that it excited him to hear me crying
and begging him to stop. When the blood had started to soak through
my blouse he’d taken a knife and cut it open down the back, and
then had proceeded to burn me with his cigarette.

I shuddered at the memory and tried to chase
it from my head. As more years had passed and he hadn’t found us
I’d begun to feel safe, convincing myself that I’d never have to
deal with him again.

“Here, honey.”

I jumped and swung around to face the bar. Ty
had placed a drink in front of me. “How did you sneak past me?”

“Came in through the back kitchen door,” he
grinned. “Drink up.”

“The cure-all to everything,” I smiled,
picking up the glass.

Ty shrugged. “It’ll make you feel
better.”

“I won’t feel better until my sister is
safe.”

He nodded. “We’ll get her the fuck back.”

I wished that I felt as confident as he
sounded. I wasn’t sure what was in the glass, but it burned going
down and took my breath away. Ty chuckled at the coughing fit that
followed. “You don’t handle whiskey very well.”

“You don’t have him, you know.” A voice from
the side of the room cut into my conversation with Ty, and I
reluctantly acknowledged Rita with a glance. “I’ve seen Stone do
this shit before. But take my word for it—once he’s used you up
he’ll kick you to the curb and come back to me.”

“Shut it, Rita,” Ty snapped.

“Why the fuck should I?” she snapped right
back, her heavily made-up face twisting so grotesquely that her
make-up actually cracked in some places.

“Because you’re trying to start trouble.”

She snorted and slipped off her stool. “I’m
just stating the truth. I’ve been Stone’s steady girl for a year
now.” Her gaze made a sweep of me as if I were something she’d
squashed beneath her shoe. “He
always
comes back to me.”

“I’d like another shot,” I said, pushing my
empty glass toward Ty.

He picked it up and turned away. “Don’t let
what Rita says bother you. She’s territorial and thinks she means
more to Stone than she does.” He poured another drink and turned
back to me. “The only perks she gets from being his ‘steady girl’
is that she doesn’t have to fuck any of the other brothers.” I
raised my brows with surprise, encouraging Ty to continue. “Prez
doesn’t like sloppy seconds.”

“Gross,” I said, taking a sip of my whiskey.
Ty had told me not to let Rita’s comments bother me, but they did.
They did because I was letting my emotions get mixed up with my
physical desires. How could I not? Stone had a lot going for him in
the sexy alpha department. Even his raw, unfiltered language made
me hot.

“Look, it’s nothing personal. The sweetbutts
here are strictly for taking care of the brothers and relieving
them after a hard ride or a fight. They know all we want them for
is pussy. Hell, most of the time all a brother wants is to get off
with a blowjob.”

“Thanks for clarifying,” I grumbled
sarcastically. “That makes me feel a whole lot better.” He
shrugged. “What about the brothers who have wives and
girlfriends?”