SAVAGE ROAD - Layne & Shelby (5 page)

7.

(Layne)

There was a shard of glass sticking
out of Bain
’
s head. I
grabbed it and pulled it out as he screamed. He looked around for help.

I pointed to Finn and said,
“
Keep control.
”

Finn quickly took out his gun and
made sure nobody stepped in on the situation.

“
What
the hell?
”
Bain cried out.

“
You
tell me.
”

“
You
just got here.
”
Bain stuck
his fingers into the gaping wound on the side of his head.
“
Oh, fuck, I
’
m going to bleed out, man. Help
me.
”

“
Nobody
is going to help you,
”
I
said.

I grabbed Bain by his shirt and
pulled.

I looked at Finn.
“
We have a room for this?
”

“
Fuck
yeah,
”
Finn said.
“
We have a garage. Concrete floor
with a drain.
”

“
Good.
”

“
What
the hell is happening?
”
Rylan asked.

I looked at him.
“
You
’
re all getting chained up. And I
’
m getting my fucking answers.
”

It was a risky move. A really risky
move. Me versus everyone up here in Oakville. But the shit had to stop. I had
to get control. Respect? That would come with time and action. Fuck, I haven
’
t even taken the guys into the
meeting room yet and officially taken the patch.

This was about force and power.

I led everyone outside, dragging
Bain. He was whining, crying, begging for me to give him a chance to talk.

Everyone would get their justice.
Their chance to talk. Their judgement. Their fate.

Finn showed me where the garage was
behind the clubhouse, in between some of the stacks of cars. The back of the
garage faced the clubhouse so it looked like an old, beat up concrete wall.
Around the side was a door. Finn opened the door and that
’
s where we all went. There were
tools, chains, and other tools that could be used as weapons.

I threw Bain to the ground.

I looked back.
“
Now we all have a choice. We can
accept this fate or we can all fight. You want to start this war with me, start
it right now. I
’
ll make one
call and Talon will be up here. This charter will be wiped clean and you
’
ll all be left to be picked off
one by one by the Mountain Killers. Is that what you want?
”

Of all damn people, it was Ax who
made the first move. He put his hands out. He made fists and put his wrists
together. He stood there, ten feet tall, angry, but he nodded at me.

The rest of the guys followed suit.
They all put their fists forward, wrists together, succumbing to me. I could
have chained all them up. But just that calm sign was good enough for me.

I glanced at Finn.

He wasn
’
t buying into it. He still had a gun in his hand, a
scowl on his face.

“
You
listening to me, Finn?
”
I
asked.

“
Fuck
you, Layne. Just make your decision and do it.
”

“
Help
me,
”
Bain said.
“
You
’
re all my brothers here. Please
…”

I took my foot off Bain
’
s back and let him climb to his
feet. The blood was still pouring from his head. I really had gotten him good
with the beer glass.

Finn backed up and grabbed a set of
chains. He pointed up to a pipe that ran from the back of the garage. He threw
the chains up and over. He gripped the chains and stared at me. I could tell he
wanted to do it. So bad. He wanted to be the one to chain Bain up.

But it was my club now.

I walked to the chains and took
them from Finn.
“
Tell them
what happened. It
’
s time.
”

“
No!
”
Bain yelled.
“
Don
’
t listen to them! This is a set up! They
’
re going to do it to you next!
”

I was letting Bain say his shit. It
was nothing but fear and regret pouring from his mouth. That tragic second when
you finally realize how bad you
’
ve
fucked things up. Sometimes you could fix it, other times you just couldn
’
t. A man of honor, a man who
appreciated the cut still on his back, would have shut up and taken it like a
man. Then again, if Bain was that kind of man he wouldn
’
t have fucking traded on the club.

For some reason I suddenly thought
of Shelby. Standing behind the bar. Her tits in that white shirt, bra showing
through a little. The way she looked me, like she was looking for a protector.
Again, it made me second guess everyone who looked at me.

“
Let
’
s get this straight,
”
Finn said.

“
No!
”
Bain yelled.
“
They
’
re the traitors! They
’
re
going to trade cuts with
…”

That was enough for me.

I threw my elbow and smashed Bain
in the face.

That shut him up.

I grabbed his shoulders and ripped
the leather cut off his body.

He
’
d never wear another leather cut again.

I tore his shirt up over his head
and left him standing there, crying like a baby.

I grabbed the chains and strung him
up, tying his hands first and then around his body. I pulled and up he went,
his feet a couple feet off the ground. Finn brought me a few cinderblocks and
we set it up so the chain couldn
’
t
release.

“
As
I was saying,
”
Finn said a
couple seconds later,
“
you
’
ve wondered why the Mountain
Killers have gotten so damn bold lately. This is your reason. Hanging right
here. Bain has been feeding them everything. From our talks, our missions, our
travels. He was working with Alan at the Canadian border. Our wars in Oregon
and Washington are because of Bain. I brought Alan all the way down here to
kill him. And I did. And now
…”

Finn stepped back. He took out his
gun and pointed it at Bain.

“
No!
”
Bain screamed.
“
Fuck! No! Finn! Brother! I can
work them! For you! For us!
”

“
Hear
that?
”
I said.
“
That
’
s the last cries of a sad man.
”

“
I
can work them!
”
Bain
yelled.
“
I
’
ll give you everything you need.
”

I reached down and grabbed Bain
’
s leather cut.
“
This is all any of us need from
you, man. Someone else will wear it now.
”

I nodded to Finn and he shot at
Bain. The bullet tore through his shoulder and made him spin as he dangled.

“
So,
my question is this,
”
I
said.
“
How do I know
everyone else is clean here?
”

That upped the tension again.

I looked at Hawke. Brett. Ransom. I
stepped toward Rylan and he stiffened.

“
How
do I know?
”
I asked him.

“
Give
me a mission,
”
Rylan said.
“
Something for the club. I
’
ll die for everyone here. Even
Bain. If you don
’
t believe
me, kill me. I
’
d rather die
knowing the truth.
”

I walked down the line and then
ended with Ax, staring up at him.

“
What
about you, Ax?
”
I asked.

“
I
’
ll kill you before you get the
chance to question my loyalty,
”
he growled.

I turned and nodded to Finn.

He shot again at Bain.

I walked toward Finn and pulled out
my own gun and put it to the side of Finn
’
s
head.
“
And you?
”

“
Are
you fucking kidding me? I
’
ve
been working Bain
…”

“
Working?
With him?
”
I looked at
Bain.
“
What do you say,
man? You and Finn in on this?
”

Bain could have lied. He could have
left the world a real piece of shit.

He shook his head.
“
No. It was all me.
”

“
Why?
”
Finn growled.

“
There
was just too much here. The guns. The drugs. The attacks. We lost Rex. I had
nothing to do with Rex, man. He was just
…
I missed him. So I thought if I could just go the other way, you know? I
’
d go in the mountains.
”

“
Then
they asked for favors,
”
I
said.
“
Showed you good
pussy and a good time.
”

“
I
’
m sorry,
”
Bain said. He hung his head.

I took the gun away from Finn
’
s head. I tucked it away.

I looked at everyone again.
“
You fuck with me. You fuck with
my club. I
’
ll kill you. I
won
’
t ask questions. I
’
ll just fucking kill you. We are
going to fight back against the Mountain Killers. We are going to take Oakville
as our own. We are going to control the sheriff
’
s
department and everything from here up to Canada. If you don
’
t want that, leave your cut on
the floor and go somewhere else.
”
I paused and walked to the door. I opened it and looked back at Finn.
“
Oh, before I forget.
”
I pointed to Bain.
“
Cut that fucker
’
s throat and let him bleed out.
”

I left the garage and let out a
long breath.

My first day
…
and I still didn
’
t have the patch yet.
What else could go wrong?

8.

(Shelby)

They were bikers and they loved to
get rowdy. I wasn
’
t sure
exactly what they had done to Bain, but figuring they took him out and came
back without him, it was safe to say he was killed. If he worked against the
MC, that was the standard punishment. There was no trial. No judge and jury. No
defense. It was a straight line. And I saw that line, even from behind a bar,
serving drinks.

You fucked up, you died.

It didn
’
t leave much for me though. It meant I could never
get close to anyone, not that I actually wanted to. I was better off on the
outside. Well, behind it all.

I grabbed two beers and put them up
on the bar.

Hawke threw some cash on the bar
and grinned. Brett came up behind him and did the same. They then turned,
yelling out about a pool game.

I looked around all the guys and
saw that Layne and Finn were in a heated game. Matching each other ball for
ball, working for the eight ball to take the win. I had to be honest - it was
very interesting that Layne was here. Finn had more than enough skills to take
control of the clubhouse, given the chance.

Not that I minded Layne here. He
was so easy on the eyes. Easy on the body, too, making me grip the edge of the
bar and stand on my toes.

Layne threw back a beer and then
slammed the empty glass down on the pool table. He pointed to the eight ball
and the left corner pocket. The empty glass was in the way though. I watched in
awe as Layne hit the eight ball, banking it off the side of the table, around
the glass, and right into the left corner pocket.

The game was over.

Finn was beat in the clubhouse he
’
d been overseeing for a while
now.

The entire clubhouse seemed to fall
silent. I caught myself silently cheering for Layne. Something about him just
screamed protection. I mean, the guy took a bullet to the shoulder and didn
’
t let it bother him. He was
cleaned up and back out taking care of business minutes later. That
’
s tough. That
’
s power. That
’
s sexy.

Layne grabbed for his empty beer
glass and nodded.
“
That
’
s it for me.
”

He turned and the guys opened up,
making a path straight to me at the bar.

I froze, feeling like an idiot as I
leaned at the bar, watching Layne come at me.

He put his glass down and I took
it, filling it back up with cold beer. I turned, gave it back to him, and he
nodded. He reached into his pocket and took out money. Grabbing at his hand, I
shook my head.

“
I
told you
…”

“
I
don
’
t give a shit,
”
Layne said.

“
Let
me get it,
”
Rylan said.
“
For our new President.
”

Rylan was the first to speak that
word, and it left the clubhouse feeling a little more uncomfortable.

Rylan threw money down and Layne
left his money on the bar, too.

“
Looks
like you
’
re cleaning up
tonight,
”
Layne said.

He walked away from the bar.

I was turned on, again, left damn
near dripping in my panties.

The night started right back up
again a few seconds later.

Finn left the clubhouse, Ax
lumbering behind him with thundering footsteps.

The rest of the guys were living it
up in the clubhouse. Lots of whiskey, even more beer, and a parade of mostly
naked women. The first few times I saw the women, it bothered me. They were
always stunning, and they were always willing to do anything.

One woman jumped up on the pool
table and sat there. She opened her legs, her skirt going up, showing everyone
that she wasn
’
t wearing any
panties. Again, the first time I saw this shit it got to me. But now, looking
at other women
’
s boobs and
stuff didn
’
t bother me. In
fact, the more naked they all got, the more the guys liked to drink.

Layne was then called to a pool
table where he was all but humped by two women. Their hands ran up and down his
body, frisking him everywhere they could reach. Layne grinned as they both had
their hands between his legs.

“
That
’
s where I keep my biggest gun,
”
he said.

The women giggled.

Whores.

I realized I was insanely jealous.
Jealous that the other women were touching Layne. And I wasn
’
t. I was just behind the fucking
bar serving fucking drinks.

Speaking of which
…
Brett stumbled to the bar.
“
Shot and a beer.
”

“
Yup.
”
I delivered and Brett lingered.

My eyes looked at Layne. One of the
women was now way too far down on his body. She was practically on her knees,
still touching him. The other woman had put her mouth to Layne
’
s neck.

Christ, they
’
re going to do it here?
Right now? Like this?

“
You
hear me?
”

“
What?
”
I asked, focusing back on
Brett.

“
I
said I can
’
t stop thinking
about before. You grabbed my dick, babe.
”

“
Take
it easy,
”
I said.
“
I didn
’
t grab much.
”

“
Hey,
I wasn
’
t hard. When it gets
hard
…”

“
Leave
it. It
’
ll never happen.
”

“
I
think you
’
re wrong. You
need some tonight. I can feel it coming off you. Something
’
s gotten to you. Now you want
something inside you.
”

“
Yeah,
that
’
s right. You
’
re a biker and an expert on
women
’
s sexual needs.
”

“
A
man of everything,
”
Brett
said. He threw the shot back and leaned over the bar at me. His breath smelled
of whiskey and death.
“
Come
on. Just you and me tonight. I won
’
t
tell.
”

“
I
will,
”
I said.
“
I
’
ll
tell everyone how small your dick is.
”

“
Please,
”
Brett said and laughed.
“
I
’
d
have you screaming my name so loud you
’
d
forget your name.
”

“
Why
would I forget my name? You going to hit me in the head with something?
”

“
Yeah,
my dick.
”

I laughed.
How pathetic.

“
Take
it easy,
”
I said.

I walked to the end of the bar. I
promised myself not to look at Layne again.

I looked.

He was making out with the standing
woman. The one on her knees was performing some kind of fucking ritual with her
hands. Rubbing his legs, touching his dick, not doing anything to open his
jeans.

I was livid. I had no reason to be
though. It was so sad.

I snuck to the side of the bar for
a break. I just needed to sneak down the hall a few steps and slip into
darkness.

It was almost peaceful until Brett
was there again.

“
Are
you fucking following me?
”
I asked.

“
Yeah,
something like that. Come on. Take me up on it.
”

“
No
means no. Haven
’
t you ever
heard that before?
”

“
Nobody
says no to me.
”

“
I
just did. Ten times. Wait
…
NO. Make that eleven now.
”

Brett
’
s
eyes flared.
“
You
’
d be lucky to fuck me.
”

“
So
lucky. I
’
m ashamed of
myself already for not doing it.
”

Brett grabbed my arm. He pulled at
me. I twisted my arm and easily got away.

It didn
’
t bother me much. Sometimes they got drunk and
grabby. That
’
s why I always
stayed behind the bar. Eventually they would either pass out, puke, or go to
their room with someone to fuck. As long as I stayed behind the bar I was
always good.

Brett grabbed for my arm again and
I wiggled out of his reach.

“
Fuck
off,
”
I snapped.
“
Don
’
t touch me.
”

“
Shut
up,
”
Brett said.
“
You
’
re going to give it up to me.
”

“
Fuck
you.
”

I turned and then felt a crack
…
against my ass.

The sting shocked me. My back
stiffened and then arched. My legs bent. I reached for the wall, thinking my
legs were going to give out. I turned my head and saw Brett smiling at me.

“
You
like that?
”
he asked.

That
’
s
when I started to get nervous.

Brett had smacked my damn ass.
Fucking hard.

I started to reach back, wanting to
rub the pain from my ass.

“
You
want more?
”
Brett asked.

A figure stepped up behind Brett.

My jaw almost hit the floor when I
realized it was Layne.

A hand grabbed Brett
’
s shoulder, and another hand was
at the back of his neck. He was there and then gone, thrown into the wall.

Brett hit with a thud and Layne
stared right at me.
“
You
okay, sweetheart?
”

“
I
’
m fine.
”

“
He
hit you?
”

“
He
smacked my ass.
”

“
You
wanted him to?
”

“
No.
”

Layne looked to the left. Brett was
against the wall, hands out.
“
Hey,
hey, wait a second, man. Layne. Brother. President. I wasn
’
t going to
…”

“
Touch
her again and I
’
ll break
your neck,
”
Layne said.
“
Got that?
”

“
Yes.
I
…
yes
…”

“
That
goes for everyone. She
’
s
not a fucking toy.
”

“
Yeah,
okay.
”
Brett slid along the
wall.
“
Okay. I
’
m gone. I
’
m out.
”
He then looked at me.
“
I
’
m just drunk. Fucking around.
Sorry.
”

Brett hurried away and then I was
alone with Layne.

“
Are
you sure you
’
re okay?
”
he asked.

“
Define
okay,
”
I said.

Layne was then right on me. His
hand grabbed my arm. I knew I had no chance of shaking away from him. He
started to move and I went with him. Down the hall, to the left, and Layne gave
me a little push. It was sexy though. I stumbled forward, grabbing at a metal
bench, keeping myself from falling.

He was right there again. Right
against me.

“
What
the fuck are you trying to prove around here?
”
he growled at me.

“
What?
”

“
Why
’
d you come out from behind the
bar?
”

“
I
needed a break.
”

“
You
don
’
t do that.
”

“
Sorry.
”
I faced Layne now.
“
I didn
’
t feel like watching the porn show in front of me.
”

He grinned.
“
That
’
s
what it is. You
’
re fucking
jealous. You don
’
t even
know me.
”

“
You
don
’
t even know me,
”
I shot back.

“
You
liked it. Getting your ass smacked.
”

Layne took me by both my wrists. He
moved them behind my back and then pressed me hard against the wall.

“
Fuck,
”
I groaned.

“
I
gave up two women to come protect you,
”
Layne said.
“
You ready to
make up for that?
”

“
If
that
’
s what you want
…
President
…”

Layne gritted his teeth.
“
Yeah? Then turn around. I
’
m going to show you how a real
man slaps your ass.
”