Deeds: Broken Deeds MC (3 page)

"I'll be taking my break now."

***Deeds***

As I guide my bike onto the compound, my mind returns to Lynn. Finally, after all that time texting, I fucking meet her face to face. And what a face! Stunning doesn't do her justice. She is one fine piece of ass. The moment I saw her I knew my dick was meant to be inside that cunt. Fucking mind-blowing. I still can’t believe that hot chick is my Hotlips.

The one I’ve been having annoying, yet extremely funny, contact with ever since I called back on Areion Fury’s request for a sit-down with my club. No doubt about it, she's mine. Never before have I felt the need to claim a woman. Now? Yeah, I need to claim her, that cunt is mine.

I walk inside with my little brother and my VP as a prospect approaches me.

"Prez, this just came with the mail."

He hands me an envelope. Taking it from him, I open it and peer inside. It’s empty. Flipping the envelope in my hand, I look it over. No writing, no address. No nothing.

"Is this a fucking joke?" The prospect looks at me like he hasn't the faintest idea what I'm talking about. "There's nothing in there. What the fuck is it about, boy? Who dropped it off?"

"It was in the mailbox, Prez. I swear I dunno."

"I'll pull up the surveillance," my little brother mumbles beside me.

I nod to let him know I appreciate his move to get ahead of things. Hearing the phone ring behind the bar, the prospects jogs to answer it. He calls my name and says it's for me. I walk behind the bar and grab the horn. "Yeah?"

A ragged voice hits my ear. "Did you get my little message? I’m not talking about the envelope, that’s just so you know you got nothing. I’m talking about your little cunt. Did she make it clear to you? We ain't shitting around, fucker. We Lepack’s fight back if you keep interfering with our business. Oh, and think before you retaliate. Next time I won't be such a gentleman. I will take that piece of ass and her tight cunt. Then I'll slice her neck. Again. But this time a little deeper. Or maybe I’ll just keep her and put her to use."

I see Broke walking back to us as anger boils inside me. Who the fuck does this guy think he’s talking to? Before I can get one word in that guys vent, he hangs up on me. Doesn't matter, I know exactly who the fuckhead is and I can't wait to get my fucking hands on him.

Then it dawns on me. My little cunt? Oh, fuck no. A flash of panic hits straight through my chest. He can't… it wouldn't... My blood pressure spikes as I grab my cell and call Lynn. The phone rings but goes straight to voicemail. Fuck! I brace myself for the next call I make.

"Zack, it's Deeds. Lynn isn't answering her phone."

"I don't have time for this shit, Deeds. I'm in the fucking hospital. She was attacked at work. Some looney with a knife. I just got here, okay. Fuck. Just… I’ll call ya later, man. I gotta go."

Stuffing my cell back in my pocket, I look at my VP. I’m betting he can see the anger and frustration that’s flashing through my eyes right now. Maybe even a slight spark of fear as to not knowing what the hell that fucker did to my woman. "They've took a fucking hit on my ol'lady."

"Ol'lady? You've got a fucking ol'lady?" Goffa, my VP, looks shocked when he almost chokes on his own words.

Fuck! That came out of my mouth without a single thought. Fuck yeah, she is. Might as well lay it out there.

"Yeah, I do. Zack's sister. She's mine. I gotta get to the hospital. Broke, you're coming with me, little brother. VP, you need to get the guys to church and order them to turn Kard Lepack inside and fucking out. I want all the intel they can get."

"Is he behind this Prez?"

"He's the fucker who just called to take credit for what he did to her. Lemme know what you find out."

"Sure thing. I think Muffler handles the Lepack case. We'll get to the bottom of it."

A single nod and we're out the door. I need to get to my ol'lady, even if she doesn't know she's been claimed yet.

Before I can even open the door I hear her sweet fucking voice. "I fucking hate hospitals! Get me the hell out of here
now
!"

When I open the door, I see her screaming at the nurse who tries to handle this. "You need to calm down Miss."

Is this bitch for real? That’s what the nurse says to a person who sounds like they won’t be calming the fuck down any time soon?

"Get my fucking brother back in this room!"

Fucking Hotlips. Every time I hear a curse or a smart reply leave her lips, my cock jumps. I step inside the room as the nurse ducks out the door behind me.

"Good luck with her," she whispers out to me. I hear Broke chuckle as he hears it too. He steps toward the door but I signal for him to wait outside. After bracing myself, I shut the door behind me.

Her long dirty blond hair is pulled back. My chest tightens when I see the bandages on her neck. When her head whips in my direction, her green eyes widen with disbelief. "Get the
hell
out of my room! Now!"

"Nope."

Surprise flashes across her face. "What the fuck do you mean, nope?
Out!
You have no fucking business here. Go get my brother and leave me the hell alone."

The door opens behind me and Zack walks in with his ol'lady, Blue, behind him. She’s holding two coffee cups and hands one to Lynn.

"Did you get them to sign off? I need to leave. I wanna get the fuck out of here and go home. I need a shower or a hot bath."

She throws the blankets off her legs with one hand while balancing her coffee in the other. Starting at her toes, I skim my eyes up her body, trying to take in every tiny detail.  Her ankle is wrapped in a compression bandage and just past her knees I see cleaned cuts on her creamy thighs. My hands turn into tight fists, barely containing the anger that’s flashing through my body. When I step forward, her eyes go to me for a second before she looks back to her bare legs, making her whip the blankets back over them.

"They're getting shit ready for ya Lynn, just a little longer. Promise." Blue's gentle voice tries to soothe Lynn.

"What the hell are you doing here, Deeds?" Zack asks me. Lynn stays quiet but her eyes stay on me.

"I needed to check on Lynn. What happened?" I step forward and point to the bandages around her neck.

"It's just a little cut." Lynn mumbles out to me while she keeps her eyes on her coffee cup.

Blue’s voice squeaks through the room. "Little? Little? You got forty-eight stitches in your neck, Lynn! That shit ain't little! And from what I've been told earlier you're damn lucky to be here to complain about that shit!"

An annoyed look flashes over Lynn’s face. "Oh shut it already bitch, I ain't complaining. It's you who's nagging my ears off."

My blood pressure spikes, damn woman, I could turn her over my knee for being so casual about what happened.

Blue places a hand on her hip and takes a step closer to Lynn. "Oh yeah? Well, let met rip out those stitches in a few days and we'll call it even!"

She gives Blue an eye roll and huffs. "You know what, Blue? I'll let you ink the scar, how's that? I've always wanted some ink on my neck so now I have a good fucking reason."

Shock washes over Blue’s face before she waves a finger in Lynn’s face. "What the hell? Bitch, now I know something is wrong with you! You freaking hate ink. Hate as in shoving appointments to me instead of doing it yourself. Hate as in, I only want extra holes and no color to my skin. Hate as in…"

"Shut it, bitch. Stop puking out words, I get the idea already. I'm allowed to change my fucking mind, okay?"

I smile, because this is my fucking moment. "Yeah, you're allowed to change your fucking mind, Hotlips. So glad we've got that straightened out. Now, when you get out, you're coming with me."

Her eyes could spit fire and her voice is laced with anger when she throws out her words. "The hell I am! I'm going home."

"Then I'm coming with you. One way or another we’re teaming up, so get used to it. You’re not going to be staying home alone."

"She's not going to be alone, Deeds. She'll be with us or I'll put a prospect on her." Zack’s hard statement bellows through the room. The hair on my neck bristles as I take in Lynn’s bruised face. She’s got one hell of a black eye and her jaw is starting to swell on the opposite side.

I feel the need to kill someone right now. Barely containing myself I fail to keep the anger out of my voice. "No. You aren't putting a fucking prospect on my ol'lady. She's mine to protect and she's staying right beside me."

The room goes silent for a few seconds before all hell breaks loose. Lynn’s voice carries over everyone else’s and she is not being shy about letting the whole hospital know that she ain't no one's ol'lady. Zack is screaming nonsense. Or maybe he’s just cursing. The fuck if I know. Blue, well, I think she's laughing. So hard in fact that she doubles over. Zack looks at his ol'lady. The door swings open and Broke steps in. "What the fuck is going on in here?"

The nurse peeks in from behind Broke with papers in her hand. "You're gonna release her?" I ask. The nurse nods at my question. I step forward to take the papers from her and hand them over to Lynn. "Look them over and sign. Blue, stay with her while she gets dressed. Zack, I need a word with you outside."

He nods and even though Blue is still laughing, she pulls out the chair next to Lynn’s bed and sits down. I walk into the hallway and assume that Zack will follow. I turn as Zack closes the door behind him.

His cut doesn’t show years of wear and tear like mine does, yet he’s older than me. He might seem a bit bigger, but I’m leaner. He runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated with this whole fucked up situation. Okay, moment of truth here.

"Listen up and just choke the anger back, ‘cause I need to get it all out first, okay?"

I wait until Zack gives a tight nod, the muscles along his jaw clenching. This is going to be just fucking great.

"Lynn is mine, I've claimed her as my ol'lady. Nothing you can do about it. It's done. She's part of Broken Deeds. I'm gonna put a ring on her finger and my name will be inked on her skin."

The fucker just smiles at me. "Good luck with that."

"There’s more. I think someone might have hurt Lynn to get to me." The moment I get the words out, my back hits the wall and his hand is around my throat. Out of the corner of my eye I see Broke moving, and I’m pretty sure he’s gonna throw Zack off of me. My hand goes up to signal to Broke that I've got this.

I need Zack to chill out and listen to me so I’ll give him this and not break free of his hold. Struggling to get the words out with his hand wrapped around my throat, I somehow manage.

"Listen, Zack. I can’t give you all the details. All I can say is that Broken Deeds handles things differently than Areion Fury. Club business means sometimes handling fucked-up cases that might involve some pretty fucked-up people. I didn't know I had a tail, okay? You know I would never have left her alone if I knew I was being watched. I'm working on the intel as we speak. But you’ve gotta know I'm not fucking leaving her alone ever again. You okay with that?"

Zack growls out, "Cases, what fucking cases?"

"Did I say cases? I mean people. Motherfucking idiots who do crazy things."

His eyes are spitting fire and his grip is tightening around my throat.  He leans in some more and slowly bites out his words to get his point across.

"I'll never fucking be okay with that. She's fucking Areion Fury. It runs in her blood. She'll never bow down to any man. Hell, if she had a dick
she would be the fucking president
, not me! That’s how fucking deep it runs in her and how tough she is. The asswipe who attacked her?” He lets out a disgusted sound. “Yeah, she said thanks with a bullet. Lucky for him, he took it in the shoulder instead of through the heart. That’s who she is.”

My mind goes back to when I was balls deep in her tight cunt. The corner of my mouth goes up. Yeah, I remember her wanting to take control.

"She’s my perfect match and she knows it. You know it. Besides, my first and only priority is keeping her safe."

"You better fucking keep her safe! Let's be clear here. I am not fucking happy about any of this. This is my little sister we’re talking about, you ass! This could have been so much worse, and to know you put her in this position pisses me the fuck off. Did you see what that assole did to her?"

I see the look in his eyes and brace myself. I can always see the punches coming before they let loose. I was a fucking MMA fighter once upon a time. One of the best before I managed to get myself disqualified for life. Fighting outside the ring is the quickest way to make that happen and my fucking temper got the best of me. It was my own fucking fault, but honestly, I don't regret beating the shit out of that fucker who taunted me and got me disqualified. As my head whips back from the punch I realize that none of it matters. I lick the blood from my lip and look Zack in the eye.

"Are you done? ‘Cause I wanna get my ol'lady home so she can take a fucking bath and rest her ass."

He pushes himself off me and takes a few steps back.

"No, we ain't fucking done yet! You watch her and keep her safe. But the ol'lady part? Off the fucking table.” He drags a hand through his hair. “You know what? Just like I said, good luck with that. I know Lynn, and she'll never be caught dead on the back of a bike. She's been shouting that shit for as long as I remember. Hell, probably as long as she’s been able to talk. Just... just keep her safe, Deeds, and keep your dick in your pants."

I wanna rub it in that my cock was already buried deep in his sister’s cunt. My cum is still in there. But I'll keep my tongue. For now, at least. Instead I answer with a smile. Pushing off the wall, I enter the room. I need to get my ol'lady home.

******

Being Prez gives me privileges like having my truck delivered and bike hauled home with a simple phone call. Draping my wrist over the steering wheel of my Chevy, I glance to my right and I see Hotlips staring out the window.

"Why are we heading this way?” She asks. “My house is on the other side of town."

"We're going to our house."

Her head whips toward me, locking her blazing eyes with mine. She lifts her chin and throws her shoulders back, and I swear she grows a few inches in her seat.

"We don't have a house. You do and I do. There is no “ours” or “we.” Now take me to
my
house,
right the fuck now
, so I can shower. And then maybe sleep for three days."

I chuckle but keep driving to my place. Another twenty minutes of silence and I pull up to the compound and head around back. There are ten buildings in total; eight duplexes and then two more buildings further down  that have been split up into several one-bedroom apartments. My Grams lives in one on the ground floor but the rest of those are used like a hotel, whenever other members of a chapter come to visit or some shit. The eight duplex buildings in front are used by the higher ranking brothers.

I park in front of the last one on the left and shut off the engine. Before I can walk around the car, Lynn's already pushing herself out the door and trying to hop on one leg. I bend my knees, take her arm and push my shoulder into her belly. Standing up to carry her fireman style, I close the door and open the back to get her backpack that Blue dropped off for her at the hospital. Knowing it’s not wise to carry her like this when she’s got forty-eight stitches in her neck, I’ll make this fast. I walk up to the house and pause to unlock the door. She's just hanging over my shoulder like a silent sack of potatoes. I know one hundred percent she's fuming on the inside so after locking the door I walk straight to the bedroom while I wait for the explosion. The moment I step over the threshold she starts to kick and scream.

"You need to stop moving, Hotlips, before I drop you."

"Yeah, well, you need to take me the fuck home! I'm
not
going into your bedroom! Not getting my ass into that bed or even touching those sheets. You might have wrapped your dick, but those VG juices of all the ho's that have come to visit are all over the place. No fucking way am I gonna put my ass on there! That shit is gonna rub off!”

I chuckle at her logic. Sure, I fuck when I want to. I’m not gonna sugarcoat it and it doesn’t sound like I need to. However, there is one thing she needs to know.

"Shut it, Hotlips. I never bring a cunt into my own bed. We have rooms for that shit in the clubhouse. Besides, now that I have myself an ol'lady, I don’t need another cunt."

I smack her ass to make my statement and slide her down onto the bed. She stares at me in disbelief while her mouth imitates a goldfish. "Keep that up and I might play a game of in and out with my cock and your mouth."

"You do realize I have teeth, right?" She snaps her teeth at me to get her point across.

"Right. Are you hungry?" Switching subjects, because the thought sends a shiver up my spine. Ouch!

"Yes. Are you going to cook?"

"You think I can't?"