Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (24 page)

“Fuck Skye,” I moan out as she pulls off me with a popping sound and looks up through those gorgeous lashes.

She swallows and grins. “Now can you tie me up and pay back the favour?” she asks with a smirk and I grin wildly as she stands up sauntering back over to the bed.

Grabbing my running shorts off the desk, I pull out the drawstring and smile at her. “Put your wrists together gorgeous, I’ll show you how being tied up can be an absolute pleasure.”

It’s the next night and Skye’s just left for work after spending an hour on Skype with her brother. I told her if a Puerto Rican man called Papi comes in and talks to her, not to be scared. That he just has a message for me, and for her to relay it back to me as soon as she can. Watching her car drive off out of the compound, I amble back into the clubhouse. I don’t have much to do today except wait for the call. As I walk in, I notice the guys have moved a space in the middle of the clubroom floor and they have a Twister board game set up. They’re all pretty drunk—they’ve been drinking since midday. The game is looking kind of interesting, so I wander over and take a seat in the spare lounge chair. Jess comes over and throws the board game dial at me. I catch it and glance at her with a smirk.

“Good, you be the tosser, I’m going in,” Jess says kicking off her shoes.

Raising my eyebrow, I smirk and purse my lips. “Tosser? What?” I ask.

She shakes her head and huffs. “Spinner, or what the fuck ever. Just spin the dial, Stealth.”

Laughing, I flick the spinner on the board as Jess jumps from foot to foot eagerly waiting to join the game. “Okay, Jess, right hand red.”

She moves in next to Jigsaw and blows him a kiss. He smirks as his left hand is on blue and both his feet are on yellow.

Looking around at everyone who’s eager to play, I tilt my head. “So what’s the deal here anyway?”

Lookout chuckles and charges his beer into the air spilling some of it onto the twister mat. I smirk as no one else seemed to notice in their drunken stupor. “Girls versus guys. Girls who fall take off all their clothes. Guys who fall get a punch in the motherfucking guts.”

I laugh along with everyone else at the rules of this drunken Twister match, and shake my head that a bunch of burly bikers even have a Twister board.

Techie steps up with a stein of beer in his hand and takes a large sip, nods his head, belches and looks right at me. “Right, my turn bitches.”

Chuckling to myself, I spin the dial again. “Techie, right foot green.”

Techie casually walks up to the green spot and plants his foot on it taking another large gulp of his beer.

“My turn,” Jodi says and so I spin again.

“Left hand yellow.”

Jodi moves on bending down putting her arse right in front of Jigsaw’s face. He groans and shakes his head chewing on his bottom lip.

“Bun’s flare a heat insatiable,” Jigsaw groans through gritted teeth and Jodi laughs waggling her arse right in his face some more, as I smirk at his hormones.

“It’s my turn motherfuckers,” Lookout chirps jumping on the spot and gyrating against the side of the lounge suite.

We all chuckle as I spin the dial. “Left foot on blue.”

Lookout steps in behind Jigsaw and smiles so wide it makes me think he’s up to something. “Do me again fucker.”

“Wait your turn!” Jess calls out.

“The more turns he has Jess, the quicker he will fall,” Techie suggests then lets out another loud belch.

“Oh yeah, do Lookout again then,” Jess agrees.

Lookout fist pumps the air and smiles. “Yes, motherfuckers!”

I spin the dial. “Right hand green.”

Lookout laughs as he bends over the top of Jigsaw as if he’s doing him doggy style and places his hand on the green dot. Jigsaw groans as Lookout chuckles along with the rest of us at the sheer awesomeness of how this looks. Lookout brings his free hand down and grabs Jigsaws arse cheek, he flinches and his head shoots back glaring at Lookout, who laughs hard. “You been working out, Jigsaw? Your arse is mighty tight in those jeans. You been pounding it hard, big boy?”

My chest heaves with laughter as Jigsaw struggles against Lookout’s groping hand.

“To touch is to feel!” Jigsaw sneers in a gruff voice, as he turns around slapping at Lookout’s hand.

“Oh, what strong hands you have, strong hands and a tight arse!”

I laugh hard knowing exactly what Lookout is doing. He’s making Jigsaw uncomfortable so he will fall. One less competitor. So much for men against women. Looks like it’s all in for themselves.

Jigsaw struggles some more as Lookout starts to grind his hips into Jigsaw’s arse. Techie stands on his green dot watching and recording the whole thing on his phone as me and the girls laugh.

“For the beast is bigger than the weasel!” Jigsaw yells and Lookout groans out loud like he’s turned on.

“Oh yeah baby, talk dirty to me!”

Jigsaw falls to his knees and scrambles out from under Lookout. The girls and guys all laugh as Jigsaw forfeits his place in the game, and he stands up glaring at Lookout with his chest heaving like he’s completely pissed off about what just happened.

As I laugh, Crash walks up to Jigsaw slapping his shoulder. “Okay big man, take your loss,” Crash orders and Jigsaw turns looking at him furrowing his brows and pouts like a lost little puppy. Crash clenches his fist and Jigsaw tenses as Crash’s fist comes up and thrusts forward with a thud right into Jigsaw’s guts. He hunches over letting out a huff of air as we all chuckle as he nods and admits defeat.

“Right, I’m going in. Spin the board,” Crash declares.

Turning the dial as my laughter dies down, it stops and I look at Crash. “Left foot red.” Crash moves right in front of Jess and steps on the red dot. He smiles waggling his arse in her face and she leans up sinking her teeth right into his arse cheek, hard. He jumps on the spot and when he lands his foot slips on the spilt beer, his leg twists and he falls over onto Lookout, who crashes into Techie, sending him tumbling down. His beer flies up into the air as their bodies collide to the ground in an almighty thud of bikers and club girls.

Soft moans filter through the air as they all start moving off one another. Jigsaw laughs shaking his head. “The collapse of the castle is beauteous,” he says through a fit of laughter.

Techie stands up wiping the spilt beer from his face and arms and he glares at Crash. “You spilt my beer!”

“Crash wasn’t even on a motherfucking bike and he still managed to cause a wreckage!” Lookout snorts and I chuckle while sitting back watching them all stand up and wipe themselves off.

“Well guys, take your loss,” I announce and Crash groans as he meanders up to Jigsaw, who’s smiling widely obviously because now he gets to have some payback.

Crash tenses his entire body as Jigsaw clenches his fist and slams it hard into Crash’s guts. He bends over and drops to one knee. We all laugh as he coughs and tries to catch his breath.

Jess packs up the twister mat as Crash looks over to Techie and Lookout, who are starting to walk away. “Hey, what about Lookout and Techie, they fell too. They need to take their loss.”

Jigsaw shakes his head as Lookout chuckles. “You made us fall, motherfucker. Therefore, we lost by
default
, not by
our fault
. So we’re pardoned from the loss. Thanks, motherfucker.”

Techie smiles and nods. “Yeah, thanks Crash, but you owe me a beer.”

Crash stands up from his kneeling position holding his stomach and shakes his head walking over to the bar to get a beer from Acid and Blade.

“So Jodi, you fell, it wasn’t your fault, but I think in the spirit of good will and all that shit you should strip anyway,” Techie announces and Jigsaw nods emphatically while I chuckle and shake my head.

She shrugs and pulls her dress over her head, and of course, she’s naked underneath. Techie smirks and grabs her waist pulling her to him. She giggles and he leans in kissing her. Turning away, I’m met by Jigsaw pashing on with Jess. I roll my eyes as Lookout glances at me and raises his eyebrows up and down suggestively. I raise my hands in the air shaking my head. “No way, Lookout. I love you brother, but I’m not making out with you.”

He furrows his brows jolting his head back. “What the fuck motherfucker? I don’t kiss motherfucking dudes? You fucking pussy arse freak!” He storms off as I chuckle to myself.

Crash brings over two beers and looks to Techie clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. “How the fuck am I supposed to give the fucker his beer, when his tongue is down Jodi’s throat and his fingers are up her pussy?”

I turn seeing Techie finger banging Jodi against the wall.

Classy!

I turn around grabbing Techie’s beer from Crash and take a huge sip. “It’s my beer now.”

Suddenly my phone starts to ring. I pull it out of my pocket to see it’s Skye.

Swiping the screen, I answer the call.

“Hey gorgeous, everything okay?” The dull hum of the beats from the club filter down through the line, so I know she’s still at work.

“Hey handsome, yeah everything is fine. That Papi guy is here, he told me to tell you he’s in, but he wants to see you in person to confirm details, and wants a sample of the goods. I told him I’d call you and tell you, see what you thought.”

Chuckling to myself, I shake my head. “Demanding little thing isn’t he. Okay, I’ll tell the Prez and I’ll be down as soon as possible. Make sure to keep him there, that he doesn’t get skittish and do a runner.”

“Okay, and Stealth?”

“Yeah, gorgeous?”

“You better come quick, he’s pretty hot, and I don’t know if I can hold myself back.” She giggles and I shake my head.

“Careful or I’ll come in pounding my chest and throw you over my shoulder.”

“Can you do that anyway?”

Laughing, I smile and lick my lips. She really is funny when she tries. “Sure gorgeous, be there soon.”

“See ya.” She hangs up the phone and I turn around looking for Mad Dog. I spot him sauntering out of the assembly room with Chops, so I walk over to meet him.

“Hey Prez, can I have a sec?”

He looks me up and down, nodding once as I walk up to his side and we continue walking toward the bar. “What’s on your mind? Something you need to get off your chest?” he asks.

I furrow my brows and tilt my head in confusion. “Umm… Skye just called. The guy I have in mind as the drug lackey wants in. He’s at Strapless now and wants to meet to discuss terms, but he wants a sample to test the quality I suppose.”

Mad Dog runs his hand over his bearded chin and nods. “He’s there now?” I nod and he huffs. “Okay, I’ll get a sample. Meet me outside and we will ride out in five.” He slaps my back and walks off toward the Chop Shop. I’m pretty sure that’s where he stores the ecstasy tablets, in the big vault at the back hidden by darkness. If you weren’t looking for it, you’d miss it, but my training helps me to scope out where I am, so it was one of the first things I noticed in the Chop Shop. I just didn’t think it was important. Turning on my heels, I head out toward my bike to go and see my girl and a man about becoming Mad Dog’s bitch.

Mad Dog pulls open the heavy glass door of Strapless, and we both walk inside to the beat of
Yeah
by Usher, it’s an old song but a good one. Glancing up, I see Jess spinning on the pole and I smirk turning into the main area where I see Skye sitting in a booth with Papi.

“That him with Skye?” Mad Dog murmurs to me as we walk toward them—Papi’s back to us.

“Yeah.”

“Small isn’t he?” Mad Dog asks and I chuckle as I look at Papi, who isn’t by any means small for a man, but I guess in comparison to me—muscle wise and height wise—he does seem a little bit smallish.

Skye spots us and smiles, making Papi turn to see us. He notices Mad Dog with me and his body tenses as soon as he takes in Mad Dog’s tall stature. Mad Dog is the epitome of hairy biker. His long grey beard flows down in a triangle and his long grey hair doesn’t help the bad guy image at all.

Papi shifts uncomfortably in his seat, and his Adam’s apple shifts up and down rapidly as we reach the edge of the booth.

“Who is this?” Papi asks.

“I’m the president and your boss. A pleasure, Papi. I’m Mad Dog—”

He furrows his brows. “Mad Dog? What kind of name is
Mad Dog
?”

Mad Dog picks up Papi by the scruff of his shirt and lifts him right off his seat. “Because I’m a mad cunt. Show me some respect, or I’ll have Stealth here deal with you, little boy.”

Papi nods emphatically as his legs dangle lifelessly above the ground.

“Now, you wanted to try our stash?” He drops Papi back to the booth and he takes in several quick deep breaths. “Here!” Mad Dog pulls out the little clear bag with one tablet inside handing it to Papi.

He nods and takes the bag opening it frantically pulling the tiny tablet out. He sniffs it and then swallows it quickly without any water. His eyes clench closed tight, and he takes a deep breath through his nose as his nostrils flare and his neck tenses. He opens his eyes and sighs as Mad Dog glances at me smirking. “It’s good, just wait till it hits… until it does let’s talk business.”

Papi nods and we all sit back down in the booth. Mad Dog looks at Skye and smiles. “Skye darling, would you be a lamb and get us some bevvies?”

She looks to me and smiles, getting up from the booth and walks over to the bar. Mad Dog looks at Papi running his eyes over him up and down and exhales. “What’s your job, Papi?”

He tenses and blinks rapidly. “Umm… I work by the beach.”

Mad Dog huffs and shakes his head. “I need more specifics than that, son.”

Papi sighs and swallows hard. “Fine. I work at Cupiditas.”

Mad Dog chuckles. “The brothel down on the esplanade? You’re a hooker?” I ask.

He frowns, and if death beams could shoot out of his eyes with the glare he’s sending my way, I would be dead right now. “No, it’s an escort agency. I’m an escort, not a hooker.”

Mad Dog laughs and shakes his head. “Slap a fancy title on it, son. It doesn’t change what it is… you’re a prostitute, a male prostitute?”

Papi exhales slumping his body. “Fine, yes that’s what I am. I work there with my girlfriend, Star.”

I smirk as Mad Dog huffs. “Star hey, sounds like she’s… out of this world.”

Papi stiffens and shakes his head. “She isn’t a part of this… she doesn’t get touched at all in this deal, you got me?” His stiff posture and hard look in his eyes tell me he’s serious. I wonder if she even knows about this deal at all.

“Relax son, she’s safe, as long as you play by the rules. So we’ll send you the first lot of items to store, we don’t care where, just make sure the heat don’t find them. Once we collect the bags, then we’ll pay you. If you sample any of the stock, deal’s off, and you owe us for damages. And believe me,
that
can get costly. But if you don’t sample anything, we will supply you with a small quantity of the goods for your own personal use.”

Papi nods and takes a deep breath, his eyes rapidly blinking again as beads of sweat appear on his forehead and begin to roll down his face profusely. “Sounds like a deal.”

“How you feeling there, man whore?” Mad Dog asks grinning at an obviously high Papi.

He smirks and nods. “This is good shit.”

Mad Dog smiles. “I know. Give your number to Stealth, we’ll be in touch.”

Skye walks back over with a tray of beer and Mad Dog stands up smiling at her. “I’ll take mine out the back with Vin, darling.” He grabs the stein of beer standing up and walks off toward the back rooms leaving me with Papi and Skye.

Papi is smiling as his head bobs about from side to side, and I shake my head taking a deep breath. “Papi give me your phone.”

Papi doesn’t hesitate and hands his phone over. Pressing the button to activate it, the idiot doesn’t even have a pin code to keep it locked. I shake my head again and proceed to put in my number in his contacts.

“How did he come here, Skye?” I ask.

“By car I think?” she replies.

Tilting my head in annoyance, I shake my head and sigh as Papi falls to the side of the booth with a thud completely passing out. A slight snore echoes from his mouth.

“I don’t understand why he’s passing out?” I ask.

“He took something when he got here, it’s obviously the two lots of drugs in his system combining, stupid idiot.”

“Right, he can’t drive. Can you drive him back home in his car? I’ll follow on my bike and then take us back to the clubhouse?”

“I’ll just check I can leave early with Vin, and I’ll get my things. You’re a good man, Stealth.”

I smile and shrug. “I want to be.”

She nods and turns walking toward the back room to talk to Vin, while I have to deal with an unconscious Papi. Standing up, I walk over to him and move in wrapping his arm around my shoulders and hoisting him up. He’s a dead weight, but he wakes up slightly, just enough to help me walk him to the car, but not enough to register talking. As I walk him to the car, Skye runs up behind me and pushes her hands into his pockets. She pulls out a set of keys and presses the button on one of the keys. It lights up the lights so we know which car is his and we walk to it. She opens the passenger side and I throw him in. He slumps into it completely passed out again, and I close the door just in time for him to slump against it in his comatose state.

“Will you be okay with him?”

Skye turns looking at him and smirks. “He’s comatose, I think I’m safe.”

I nod and smile, pulling out Papi’s phone and searching through the list of contacts. I find one that says My Sexy Star, and I figure that’s his girlfriend, so I’ll call her first. I press the call button and it rings three times before it answers.

“Carlos? Where the hell are you? I’ve been so worried,” a gentle, but frustrated voice jeers over the line.

“Oh, um… hi. My name’s Stealth and I’m with Papi… ah, Carlos… and he’s passed out. I’m driving him home, but I need an address to take him. I’m hoping you can help me out with that?”

There’s a quiet on the other end and then a soft sniff. “Is he drunk?”

My body slumps and I sigh. “No,” is all I say.

She exhales and it’s quiet again for a moment. “Are you a friend?”

“More of an acquaintance, but I want to help him get home. He’s in no fit state to drive right now.”

“Has he taken drugs?”

I pause and sigh. “Yes.”

“God damn it, Carlos… okay, bring him to 7 Marvin Street, Clearview. I’ll be waiting for you. Thank you for looking out for him.”

“It’s okay, we’ll be there soon.”

She sniffs like she might be crying and then hangs up the phone.

Taking a deep breath, I run my hand through my hair and shake my head.

“How’d that go?” Skye asks.

“I think Star is going to be very pissed off with Papi when he gets home. Either that or very disappointed. I think they’ve been through this before… the drug taking I mean.”

Skye winces and nods. “Yeah, drugs are bad. Let’s get him home.” She leans in planting a kiss on my cheek before she turns heading for the driver’s side.

“Be safe, Skye, and pull over if anything happens.”

She smirks and nods. “Yes, Mister Overprotective.”

She opens the door and slides into the car and starts the engine. Turning, I step over my ride and prepare for the trip to Clearview.

I pull up in the driveway on the left and Skye drives the car in on the right. Jumping off my bike, I race around to her door to make sure nothing happened on the drive over. But before I can get to Skye, the front door of the small townhouse opens and a tiny, but very attractive women rushes out in her robe shaking her head. She has a beautiful face, although it’s red and blotchy, and her short brown wavy hair matches her frame perfectly. She’s far too pretty to be a prostitute. She could be a fucking model. Her tear-soaked face makes me wince as I reach Skye’s door as she opens it and steps out.