The Outlaw's Obsession (3 page)

“Yeah, he was all for it last we talked, but he’s one crazy asshole. I have a meeting set up with him day after tomorrow. All of us will head up there. The fucker is unstable as shit, and it isn’t just from him dipping into his own toxic shit he cooks up.” Jagger cut his eyes toward Brick, but the male had an unreadable expression. Trick, that motherfucker Wolverine MC President was a sick son-of-a-bitch, twisted and insane as all get out, but he also had his hands deep in the drug running business. He even made his own shit for the
tweekers
.

“Can’t they just make their own shit? Why would he be interested in taking on coke hauling?” Dallas asked. Dallas had just been patched in to their charter, and didn’t know the history the club had with the Wolverines. Dallas kept to himself a lot of the time, but there was a darkness that could be seen in his eyes.

“Because getting his hands on the supplies to make the coke would require a hell of a lot of push and pull from other outlets. Making meth doesn’t require much other than some supplies they can buy from stores in Steel Corner. The Wolverine MC has burned a lot of bridges with surrounding MCs and local gangs. But they are so fucking insane that a lot of clubs don’t want to mess further with them.”
 
Jagger could think of several occasions that the Wolverines had fucked someone over, but it always ended in dead bodies.

“If they are such a threat why not just take them out?” Dallas would see just how fucked-up the Trick was when they went to this meeting.

“Because they bring in a lot of revenue, and their reputation and the violence they bring has a lot of people steering clear. But business is business,” Jagger responded.

“We got into it one time with them.” Brick’s voice was dark and low. “But shit went south, and things got ugly.” Brick ran a finger down the length of his scar. “They took out a lot of our guys, but we got some of theirs as well. That was a while ago, and shit got smoothed over for the sole purpose of getting shit done. But make no mistake that if Trick thinks for one minute someone is screwing him over, he’ll take matters into his own hands without getting all of the facts.” Brick clenched his jaw.

Jagger reached over and clapped him on the back.

Brick kept speaking. “One of the Wolverine club members did this to my face after a bar altercation. They are fucking psycho as shit.” Brick leaned in and stared at Dallas. “You don’t ever give a Wolverine enough slack. They will end up taking that rope and hanging
you
with it.” There was a moment of silence, because even though Brick had gone all intense, the male spoke nothing but the truth.

“He scarred you up because of a bar brawl?” Dallas sounded stunned, and pissed. “Brother, you should have killed him.”

Brick grinned sinisterly. “Yeah, it almost came down to that, but when there were bodies lying all around us everyone realized it would only end in both clubs being extinguished.” Brick clenched his hands into fists on top of the table. “But make no fucking
mistake,
Trick will get what’s coming to him one of these days.” He grinned again, and this time there was dark intent.

“Brother, I don’t know if I would have been able to stop if a motherfucker did that shit to my face.” No one said anything after Dallas spoke, but it was time to move this conversation into less deadly territory. Brick might have been the one to back off when shit happened with Trick—which had to be harder than anything he had ever done before—but the club knew that even though it had been smoothed over, it was only temporary. Everything always came ‘round full circle.

“All right, enough with this shit. Let’s go chow down, get drunk, and fuck some club pussy.” Shouts and growls rang out after Jagger spoke, and then everyone was standing and heading out of the meeting room. Jagger placed a hand on Brick’s forearm, and his Sergeant at Arms stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Can I have a minute, brother?”

Brick sat back down.

“Diesel, shut the door on your way out.” When his VP was the last one out and the door was shut, Jagger leaned back in his seat and stared at Brick. “
You doing
okay, man?”

Brick leaned back as well, threw his arm over the back of his chair, and met Jagger’s stare head-on. “Everything’s cool. Why do you ask?” Brick’s voice was flat, and Jagger worried about his right hand and the rage that he knew was boiling inside of Brick.

“You know that if you want to get your retribution on Trick the club backs you up. It was your decision to back off,” Jagger said, facing Brick.

“I know you all have my back. I wanted his head on a fucking platter and nothing has changed, but as time passed shit kept coming up with the club. It was never the right time to take him out, and maybe that was a good thing since we need him for coke hauling. Once that is set then things will eventually run their course.” The cryptic words that came from Brick didn’t go unnoticed by Jagger, but he also knew that when the time did come for Brick to deliver payment for what the Wolverines did to him, the club would most definitely back him the fuck up.

Jagger nodded, clapped Brick on the back, and stood. “You sure you’re up to heading to Trick’s place with us?”

Brick nodded once.

Jagger didn’t miss the way the other member’s claws came out, or the scent of his grizzly bear rising.

“I’m good, Jagger. I can control my shit.”

Jagger stared at him for a
minute,
felt a little off balanced with the other man so high-strung, but knew that if Brick needed help he’d ask. He’d known the male for years and trusted him with his life. Hell, Jagger trusted all of his crew with his life, and he knew they felt the same. “Come on, brother. Let’s let loose.” They both stood and headed out to the main part of the clubhouse. Once the doors to their meeting room were shut Jagger motioned for
Starla
, a newer club whore, to come closer.

“Hey baby, you need my help?” She licked her lips and eyed Jagger up.

“I need you to show some love to Brick.”

She gave him a wide smile and headed over to Brick without complaint. Brick liked pussy as much as the rest of them did, but he never showed emotion, and the rumor was that he liked to get a little rough when he fucked. But whatever the hell floated his boat. Jagger was into a little bondage, but most of the time he just screwed to get off.

Jagger turned and headed straight for the bar. The music was already blasting, and one of the prospects was manning the bar. Jagger took a seat, asked for a beer and shot, and turned to look at his club members while Darren got it for him. Diesel was once again sitting by the stripper pole. Brick was busy getting felt up by
Starla
, and Dallas, Drevin, Court, Stinger, and Bill-O, a member old enough to be their fucking granddad, were getting ready to play a game of pool. There were several other members hanging around, some getting head, and others passing around a joint. Many of the former members—the ones still wearing a patch but mostly just hanging around and not chiming in during the discussion—had old ladies at home taking care of their kids, but they were here getting a little pussy here at the clubhouse. But it wasn’t Jagger’s place to bring that up, because his boys already knew that shit. Bill-O was one of those said members, but he was more of a clubhouse fixture than anything else anymore. But Jagger was getting old as fuck, too, and at forty-two he was getting tired of going from one pussy to the next. The thought of spending the rest of his life banging club whores was almost depressing.

“Here you go,
Prez
.” Darren “Squeaks” Boon slid a shot of whisky and bottle of beer his way. Jagger threw the whisky back, loved the fucking burn as it went down his throat, and grabbed his beer to chase it down.

“Hey, big boy,” DeDe said and sidled up beside him in nothing but a string bikini top and a pair of cut-off shorts that damn near rode up her cunt. “You want to play in the back?”

He tipped his beer back, looked over at DeDe and eyed her up and down. She would let him do whatever in the hell he wanted to do to her. It was one of the reasons he mainly fucked her, but right now he wasn’t feeling up to it.

“Nah.
Go spend some time with the other guys.”

She stared at him, and the scent of her surprise filled his nose. Club pussy liked to fuck, didn’t care who it was with, and did it because their end goal was all the same: becoming an old lady. They services the club members in any way they saw fit, helped relax his boys so they weren’t so strung up, and were crucial to the way the club ran.

“Go on.” He tilted his bottle toward the other members.

She made her way toward them, and he knew why she was surprised by him turning her down. There weren’t many times Jagger passed on pussy, but for some damn fucked-up reason he just was sick of all this shit. Not the club life, but the constant random hook-ups. God, now he was sounding like a fucking wimp for thinking about claiming a female for his own. But it wasn’t like this was the first time he had thought that. Jagger had those thoughts cross his mind before, but had pushed them so far down inside of him that it was hard to find them once again. But the little bastard had found its way to the surface, and here he was now, thinking of having a female of worth by his side, like that was really what he needed in his life. Jagger could even imagine having her ride on the back of his bike, and being able to call her
his
. But decent females didn’t want an outlaw biker, not with his past, the violence that surrounded the club, the way they lived their life, and the things that they were balls deep in on a daily basis. It would take one strong ass female to put up with that shit, and Jagger didn’t know if he would ever find one. He finished his beer, stood, and headed to his room. He just wanted to crash, because the way he was feeling wouldn’t do anything but make everyone twitchy as fuck.

Chapter Three

Although Sonya wasn’t privy to club business, and didn’t have the senses like a shifter did since she was a human, she still knew something was up by the tension that was in the air. It felt so thick she could have suffocated on it. She stayed out of the way as MC members moved around the clubhouse like shit was about to go down. Most of the time she hid in her room, not wanting to get involved in any of this crap, but she was almost afraid to move and draw attention to herself since she was on the other side of the room. For whatever reason, everyone seemed on edge to the nth degree. Sonya wrapped her arms around herself and pressed her back further against the wall when the Wolverine club members started getting their guns out and checking their bullets.

“How long are they out?” The VP called to Trick who was in the backroom. Trick came out, and her skin tightened instantly.

“They are thirty minutes away. This should be easy enough, but with the shit that went down the last time we were in Grizzly MC presence, I’m not about to take any chances. Who knows if that Brick fucker will go off the deep end?”

“But it’s been years. Why in the hell would he still be holding a grudge?” A new patched in member asked.

Trick snapped his head in the other male’s direction and snarled. “Because his face is all jacked up and we killed a shitload of their guys, you dumb motherfucker.”

“Jagger said shit was cool, though.”

Trick gave his VP a scathing look. “I don’t give a fuck what Jagger said. The Grizzly MC has a pretty heinous fucking background, too, and I wouldn’t put anything past them. But to be honest, I’m hoping one of them starts some shit. I’ve been raring to go another round with that Brick fucker and finish what was started.” Trick cocked his gun and tucked it at the small of his back. He inhaled deeply and zeroed in on where Sonya stood. Trick was scary as hell, the way he ran his MC was even scarier, and she was right in the middle of both of them. “Get your ass over here, Sonya.”

She swallowed and moved away from the wall, but pulled on her inner strength to get her through. When she stood in front of Trick, all she could see was the cold, hard look of the devil staring right back at her.

He reached around and gripped her hair, yanking her head back so her neck was bared. “Who do you belong to, female?” She hated when he did this, made her feel like she was degrading herself by telling him something that was far from the truth. But he felt like he had some kind of ownership on her, like she was nothing more than a piece of his property that he could use and abuse whenever he felt like it. But she had learned to go along with what he said, and then at least he wasn’t as abusive toward her. It wasn’t the coward’s way out, but the survivor’s way. But even then her behavior wasn’t enough to stop him. He tightened his hold on her hair, and a sting of pain speared right through her head. “Don’t make me repeat myself, Sonya. You know what happens when people don’t do what I say.” He didn’t phrase it like a question. Yeah, she knew personally what happened.

“You, Trick.” She said it smoothly enough, but inside she felt dirty and vile, even after all these years.

He bared his teeth, like he was some kind of fucking wild animal. But then again that wasn’t very far off from the truth.

“Yeah, you fucking belong to me, bitch, and I want you to remember that when another MC comes sniffing around my club.”

Her heart thundered in her chest, but he either didn’t care about her reaction, or his mind was preoccupied on what was about to happen.

He slammed his mouth on hers, his teeth clashing against hers and causing bile to roil in her belly. Fortunately, he let go of her hair and pushed her away only seconds later. “You’ll remember that when they are here.”

“You don’t want me in my room?” The fact he was making it seem like she would actually see these males was a little startling.

“Oh, no, you’ll be in your fucking room.”
Okay
. She was a bit confused by why he was even saying any of this, but she stopped wondering why Trick did anything. He was a lunatic. He gripped her chin in a bruising hold, and she gasped. He was in a foul mood all of a sudden, and she assumed it had to do with whatever club was coming here. There were too many enemies of the Wolverines—at least that was what she always heard—that she couldn’t even begin to think of which one had suddenly put him in a nasty mood. All she kept telling herself was that soon, she would find a way out. “I have something very fun planned for you tonight, Sonya.” He grinned again, but it was mainly a snapping of his teeth. “It’s been too long since I really showed you how much you mean to me.”

Her throat dried and then closed, and she pressed her hands to her outer thighs. Trick stared at her right in the eyes, and a cold chill worked its way through her. She might have had sex with him recently, but the kind of promise he was talking about would involve pain, marks, and most likely blood.

How much more of this can you take, Sonya? It’s been seven years of you being his slave in every possible way. How many more welts from his belt, marks from his teeth, and the stench of everything that is evil from Trick covering you, can you handle?
She had thought this over and over again. And she always came up with the same conclusion: As many as it took to stay alive.

“Now go in your room and stay there until I come for you.”

She went to turn away, not because he had ordered her to do it, but because she needed to get away from him.

Trick grabbed her arm, stilling her. “And leave your hair down, Sonya. I want to pull the shit out of it when you’re screaming tonight.”

Cold sweat dotted her brow. The type of screaming he anticipated was not from pleasure. It never was. He sounded far too excited over what he had planned. God, but how was she going to get out of here if she was always watched?

****

As soon as Jagger had stepped on Wolverine property his bear had risen up for a fight. This was always his animal’s reaction when he was close to shady as fuck males, but it had been years since they had been this close together. He turned and looked at Brick, who stood to his right. “
You doing
okay, brother?” Brick stood tense as hell, and the scent of his bear barely being restrained
filled
 
his
nose. It was taking a lot for Brick to keep it together, and right now all Brick was focusing on was the male a few feet from them—Trick. Brick nodded in response to Jagger’s question.

“We
gonna
do this, or do you plan on comforting your MC?” Trick said with unrestrained amusement.

Jagger clenched his hands and told himself that this business deal needed to go through in order to get the Grizzlies into a less aggressive profession, so to speak. “Where do you want to talk about this?”

“Right here is fine,” Trick said in response to Jagger’s question. They were out in front of the Wolverines’ clubhouse, but if the asshole wanted to do this here so be it. There was enough acreage on Trick’s property that they were relatively safe from anyone hearing anything. Jagger liked the space anyway. It gave him and his boys more room to move around if shit got iffy.

Jagger nodded in approval and crossed his arms over his chest.

“So, you told me you’re trying to unload your hauling duties, right?” Trick asked.

Jagger nodded again.

“Yeah, been looking around for clubs that might be into taking over those duties.
You were at the top of the list because of your connections in the drug line.”

Trick didn’t move, but his eyes told a lot. “How much is being hauled, how often, and what’s the payout?”

Diesel was on his left and Brick on his right. Drevin had stayed back to deal with Sticks and Jace in getting some things finalized with the underground fighting. Dallas, Court, and Stinger were standing behind them, and although he sensed their cool composure, each one of them was packing heavy enough firepower to blow some serious holes in these bastards if they wanted to do a repeat of last time. But they really didn’t need guns, because if they wanted this to finally end they could let their bears free. “Right now we are hauling two shipments a month.
One from Dino’s crew in Denver and the other from Richie’s organization in Boulder.
All we do is the drop-off to the designated destinations, and then they handle the rest.” Trick’s full interest was on the conversation, but Jagger knew he was waiting to see what the payout was. “Usually we do the pick-up some place between our club and their place, but there have been times we’ve had to do a run to a longer pick-up location.”

“And the percentage your club gets?” Trick asked.

“The cut is twenty grand for a ten kilo load—” Jagger said bluntly.

“That’s almost the price for one kilo itself.”

Jagger held in his growl of annoyance and shrugged at Trick’s response. He knew what a kilo of coke ran for, but twenty grand for taking it from point A to point B was a decent amount.

“You can always work out the details with the suppliers. If you want to haul more, I’m sure the payout will be more, too. But for us and our club that is what worked.” Jagger stayed quiet for a moment.

Trick looked at his crew and then faced Jagger once more. “We’ll have to bring it to the table, but I think we might be able to take over that, as long as Dino and Richie can work with
our
terms.”

Jagger wasn’t about to argue with Trick on the fact there was nothing to work out with the President of one of the biggest human MCs in Colorado, and a very dangerous crime boss. He was on good terms with those two, had worked with them for years, but he didn’t once think that they wouldn’t slit throats if they thought it was best for their organizations, or if they thought they were being hustled. Let Trick find that out the hard way. Richie was known to bring his Italian mob organization along for the ride when he hammered nails between people’s eyes.

“I’m only here to bring you the offer. I talked with Dino and Richie, and they know your reputation, and believe you could handle the job, maybe even take longer runs with it, but that’s their deal to offer.”

Trick stood there with his arms crossed, looking like this smug asshole, and that everything would fall right into his fucking lap.

 
“But they also told me that if I didn’t think you and your crew were the best for the job that they could find other crews just as qualified lined up. You taking this on
isn’t
beneficial for me. I’m just reaching out because I think it is what’s best for Richie and Dino.”

“If you’re getting out of this how do you plan to keep the club running?” Trick asked, like he had any right to know about this information.

“You know what goes on in our MCs isn’t any one’s fuckin’ business but our own.”

Trick grinned, but it was more of a snarl. If bringing this deal to the Wolverines hadn’t been what could help out the two males he had grown to trust over the years, and get the Grizzlies out of drug hauling, then Jagger wouldn’t have been standing here. But sometimes a person had to do shit that they just didn’t want to do, but that was best for the club.

“We’ll be in touch.” Jagger gritted out.

Trick’s grin widened, but Jagger and his men didn’t wait around to socialize. They turned and headed back toward their bikes as Court headed toward the truck. “Looks like that scar healed up pretty nice.”

Jagger tensed at what Trick said and glanced over at Brick and Diesel. They were just as tense as he was. Of course that fucking Trick had to open his mouth and start shit. Jagger turned fully around so he faced Brick, whose face was a mask of rage and animal fierceness. He had been barely holding on as it was, and now that Trick had opened his mouth and brought up the past that he had forced himself to walk away
 
from, Jagger knew shit was about to get real.

“Brother?” Jagger kept his voice low and stared at Brick. He hadn’t moved, but the burning need to shift and finish what had been started back at that bar shone brightly behind his eyes.

Brick slowly removed his cut and handed it over to one of the members.