The Filthy Few (Iron Disciples MC) (14 page)

Now Cade pauses
and looks me straight in the eyes. “He was gone Morgan, my baby was gone and
there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do about it. I sat there on the street
cradling my son for the last time and screaming at god, begging god, pleading
with him to give my boy back. Take me instead I cried, but god didn’t listen.
And there’s not a day in my life that I don’t wish I could take his place. He
was too young to die. He was only six years old.”

Cade looks down
again, and sags to his knees, head and shoulders bowed in agony. Then slowly
like an aged tree he falls forward onto the floor, his face buried in his arms.
His body shaking with each gut wrenching sob. I can’t believe I brought this
man to his knees with my cruel insensitivity! I can’t sit here and watch this
awful train wreck. It’s a struggle but I manage to get off the couch and crawl
over to him. I’m not sure how he’ll react to my touch but I can’t just leave
him there in his pain. When I reach him I pause for a minute, not sure how to
proceed. Finally I just do what comes natural and just go to the ground next to
him, draping my skinny arms across his broad, muscular shoulders. For an
instant he stiffens and I wonder if I have trespassed one time too many. Then
he relaxes and allows me to offer what tiny comforts I’m able. After a minute
or two I put my mouth next to his ear and just whisper sweet nothings. I feel
so inadequate here. It reminds me of when my dad finally broke down about my
mom and I remember feeling so inadequate then as well. It was such a horrible,
helpless feeling; kinda like how I feel now.

I can feel his
body beginning to relax. It seems my words are the anesthesia he is looking
for. His quaking is reduced to slight tremors, then complete relaxation. My
lips are touching his right ear and when he turns his head to face me I don’t
move when his lips come in contact with mine. At first they’re just touching
and nothing more. I can feel his warm breath on my mouth as I am sure he can feel
mine. It’s such an intimate feeling, sharing air like this and it’s beginning
to give me goose bumps that begin on the back of my neck and down my spine.
Pretty soon I just
have
to kiss him. This time when our mouths make
contact they stay connected. That first kiss sends sparks down my spine and
straight into my pussy. Our tongues start that intricate dance, touching,
winding around each other like a pair of dark red snakes. Our lips are locked,
pressed together with an unbreakable and somewhat painful force. His breath,
like mine comes in short staccato bursts from his nostrils as our passion
builds.

Powerful arms
circle around my body. He rolls to his back taking me with him so I’m perched
on him with my hips grinding on his. The he grabs me and rolls me over. Madness
and passion seize me in and I let it take me to places I have never dared go. This
time when he enters me I let go. The tight grip I keep on my emotions, I let
go. I cry out in ecstasy with every powerful thrust of his hips. So this is what
it is to really fuck! I concentrate my focus on every nerve and every feeling Cade
is creating in my body. I had no idea the night would end like this. When he
finally shudders with his own thunderous release I wonder in the back of my
mind; did we use protection.

After a few
minutes he does something he has never done before. He picks me up and carries
me into his bedroom. I never really put any thought into what his room may have
looked like but I would not have pictured this. There is nothing here. Well,
there’s a bed and one dresser and a closet. But nothing that gives the room any
life. There’s nothing on the walls and very little color to the place. It looks
a little depressing. Maybe he just doesn’t spend much time here. But all those
curious thoughts flee my mind as he gathers me into his muscular body holds me
in his powerful arms. This is a really nice place to be I say to myself as
sleep finally takes me. Yup, a really nice place to be.

I wake up to
chaos! Cade is no longer sleeping next to me and I can hear angry voices coming
from somewhere in the house. They’re muffled enough to where I can’t tell if Cade
is talking or someone else and I can’t really make out any of the angry words. Quietly
I dress and then slowly open the bedroom door and peer out down the hall. It
seems like the voices are coming from the room Cade calls his office so I tip
toe down the hall to the stairs and slowly ascend. When I reach the top of the
stairs I can make out some of what’s being said and I can definitely recognize Cade’s
voice among what must be at least two or three others. I listen for a minute
then am shocked when I hear a loud moan.

“Looks like
he’s coming to.” Says a voice filled with anxiety.

“Where…am…I?”
Asks a groggy voice.

“My place.”
Comes Cade’s distinctive reply.

He also sounds
very worried. Clearly someone is hurt or sick or something. I wonder why they
haven’t taken him to the hospital.

“He should be
in the hospital!” Says a very familiar voice.

Oh fuck! That’s
Eddie in there. What the hell is Eddie doing with Cade and the others?
Answer…he is part of the club. Shit and he doesn’t even know what nearly
happened here.

“Thanks for
that brilliant observation little brother. Are you volunteering to take him
there yourself?” Cade asks.

“You know I
can’t.”

“As can no one
present here.” Cade says. “Anybody know a doctor or nurse or someone good with
a needle and thread?”

“I did a
needlepoint of a horse when I was in the fourth grade, does that count?” I ask
under my breath.

“Just…just
d-drop me outside…ER…an you go. I won’t s-say a word.” Pleads the injured man.

“Fuck Kurt,
why’d you have to go and get shot?” Someone asks. “Marty yelled run and we all
ran; except you apparently.”

“Wanted…to
t-take the…shot.” The wounded man says.

“We all wanted
to take the shot bro,” Someone says. “But we were spotted. If we had just
stayed there for the shot we’d all been shot to hell and not just you? You
shoulda ran!”

“Hey,” Cade
says sternly. “Don’t chide a dying man or question his actions. It’ll do no
good.”

“Sorry bro.”
Says the voice doing the chiding.

“It’s
okay…I…fucked up.” Says the dying biker.

With each word
he stammers out, he seems to be getting weaker and weaker. Pretty soon they
won’t have to argue anymore about who should take him or where they should go.
He’ll be dead in ten minutes.

Suddenly I hear
a door open and close. Two voices begin talking much louder than the others.

“So what’re we
gonna do Pres.?” Asks a voice. The guy doing the chiding I believe.

“We’re going to
comfort him as best we can and then we’re going to come up with a plan for
revenge and we’re going to take care of his Old Lady. We’re a family. That’s
what families do. Now when this business is over I’m going to go myself and
break the news to Chrissie. I want you guys to do what you can to make him
presentable as possible when I leave because she’ll want to say goodbye.”

“Okay boss.”

I hear the door
open and shut and I am so lost in thought that I don’t hear the approaching
footsteps until Cade is right in my face.

“How long have
you been listening?” He asks. His eyes flash with anger.

“Just a minute
or two. I just came to see if I could make you breakfast or something.”

He looks at me
suspiciously for a minute then says. “No thanks. There’s something I gotta take
care of soon.”

“You’re going
to let him die aren’t you?”

“Apparently you’ve
been listening for more than a minute or two haven’t you?” He accuses.

“I’ve heard
enough. You’re going to wait until he dies before you tell his old lady; why
would you do that?”

“I don’t expect
you to understand, but it’s for the good of the club. She’ll insist he’s taken
to the hospital and once there he’ll talk eventually and then we’ll all be in
trouble. He knew what he signed up for. No one goes to the hospital, not
Frankie and not even me.”

“That’s cold!
Even for you that’s cold. I could just drop him off and leave. No one would
have to know.”

“Not gonna
happen Morgan. Hospitals are required to report gunshot wounds. The cops would
be here in minutes and like I said before, we’d all be in trouble. Stay ou…You
know what, there’s something you need to see. Ever been on a bike before?”

“Yeah I used to
have this yellow Huffy…I’m kidding! No, I’ve never been on a motorcycle before,
why?”

“You stay right
here a minute.”

He leaves me
standing at the top of the stairs wondering what he could be up to now. His
minute turns into fifteen of them before he comes back out of the room. He
hands me a motorcycle helmet.

“It’s time to
go.”

I have an idea
where we’re going but I’m not about to ask any more questions. I have a feeling
I’ve used up what little patience he has left. I follow him out to a big
fucking motorcycle! It’s a veritable black beast! He gets on and instructs me
to hang on and never let go till we park. There’s no fucking way in hell I’m
letting go once this thing starts moving and when we park he’ll probably have
to use a crowbar to pry my hands from his waist. He gets on and I clamber on
behind him. It makes me jump when the engine roars to life. I can feel the power
of it between my thighs. No wonder girls like bikes. I reach around and fasten
my arms to his waist never to let go. Without preamble he shoots out into the
road and we’re off.

To my utter and
complete surprise it’s exhilarating! It feels fucking amazing being so close to
the road, out in the wind and sun without three thousand pounds of steel and
plastic surrounding you. No wonder he never drives a car or truck. After this
I’m not sure I will either. It’s a short ride to where we’re going. In about twenty
minutes he turns off the main street and down a narrow side street before
stopping in front of a somewhat dilapidated green house. I wait until the bike
is off before I unhook my talons and slide off. I take off my helmet and he
hooks it over the handle bars like he did with his own. We walk up to the front
door and knock loudly. I hear a female’s voice shout, ‘coming.’

A minute later
the door opens and a surprisingly beautiful young woman invites us in. She
gives Cade a hug then offers us beer.

“No thanks
Chrissie. We need to talk.”

“Is everything
okay?” She asks.

I can see the
dread creeping across her face.

“Your-”

He stops as a
young boy walks into the room. When he sees Cade he smiles and runs over to him
for a hug.

“Hey Michael,
why don’t you go out and play for a bit. Your mom and I have some things to
talk about.”

The boy is well
trained. Before acting he looks at his mom first who nods her approval. Happily
the boy goes out the front door to play in the yard.

“Lemme guess,
Kurt got himself arrested.”

Cade shakes his
head. He glances at me for a second before speaking. I can see the pain; it’s
written all over his face and pretty soon this poor woman is going to be
mirroring that same expression.

“Kurt’s dead.”

It takes a full
two seconds before the news sinks in. She just sits there with a blank
expression then a scream begins. It starts out soft and from deep inside her,
but by the time it’s torn from her throat it’s a shrill cry of anguish. Suddenly
I feel her pain. I feel like a lightning bolt strikes me on the top of my head.
I can feel the rush of energy as its shoots through my body. Had I been
standing my knees would have buckled and I’d have fallen on the carpet. Her
pain is so intense, so palpable I have to fight my initial desire to just up
and bolt out of that house; anything to get away from her pain. I look up at
her and she is sitting on the couch swaying side to side keening softly now.
She looks stricken, like the life has just gone out of her.

Cade gets up
and kneels in front of her. He reaches out and touches her arm. It’s as if he
has shocked her with an electric prob. She literally jumps a foot off the couch
then she starts pounding on Cade’s chest. He does nothing to stop her even when
she takes a swing at his face. He just allows her to clock him across the jaw.
It’s a pretty significant hit. His head whips around but he just stays there
kneeling in front of her taking the abuse. After a few minutes she winds down
and pitches forward into his outstretched arms. He rocks her like a child while
she weeps. I don’t know how long they stay like that but my ass is beginning to
go numb. Finally she pulls away. I can tell from the look on her face that she
is ready to know what happened.