Under Fire (Winged Enemy MC Romance) (4 page)

As the site of an attack by the Mexican gang, the Roost had been absolutely destroyed. Countless rounds of bullets had been fired into the bar from the streets, and five members of the Winged Enemy had lost their lives in the attack.

I had escaped with my life, but by taking out three of the four men who had come in to finish the job I had put a target on my back and almost blown my cover. It had been that or die, which was really no choice at all.

The past three weeks had seen most of the gang come out every day to rebuild the bar from scratch, turning it from a smoking heap about to collapse into a modern establishment. I had assisted with the work in my guise as a biker groupie/bartender, and I was proud of the job I had done in helping to optimize the design.

Some of the older men had wanted to build it just the way it was, but I had helped Jed and Nathan see that this was a golden opportunity to improve on the place that they spent half their time.

Today was the grand opening of the new and improved Devil’s Roost. I was still early as a typical biker’s schedule went, so there were only three hogs out front of the building. One of them was Nightshade, Jed’s jet black motorcycle. Every time I saw it my breath hitched, for multiple reasons. Beyond being just a beautiful machine that reminded me of him, I had reached my first orgasm in this town not from Jed or my own fingers, but from the rumble of Nightshade’s powerful engine.

The Roost’s doors swung open easily at the slightest push of my finger, and I stepped into the interior of the bar.

I whistled. I hadn’t seen it for a few days; Jed had kicked me out and not let me come back in until it was done so that it would have some wow factor left in it.

I had helped to design the place and even lent a hand to assist building a good portion of it, but I was still amazed at how well everything had pulled together. Glossy wooden tables matched with elegant and comfortable leather chairs in an open concept gave the place more of a clubhouse vibe than a dingy biker bar, and there were large flatscreens in every corner so that the men could watch whatever they pleased.

New pool tables stood at the back, in almost the same spot that the old ones occupied; the same spot that I met Jed for the first time. New leather couches surrounded the tables so that the men could wait for the next game in comfort.

Last but not least, the impressive new bar occupied the entire wall of the south side of the bar. My new office for my cover, and it was something else. Gleaming draught towers had a prominent location on the new bar. The counter top itself was a gigantic slab of wood that Jed had tracked down with a couple of the guys and wouldn’t say where it came from. It had been sanded, stained and lacquered, and now it was as impressive as any bar I had ever seen before.

Jed stood at the bar, pint in hand, talking to Nathan. I’d disliked Nathan ever since he had almost broken my cover and been a driving force in the most humiliating experience of my life. Forced to prove that I wasn’t an undercover agent, I was given the choice between walking out of the town and failing my mission, or I had to let Jed fuck me in front of the entire club.

As if that hadn’t been bad enough, Frank had upped the stakes in the midst of the event and made Jed fuck me in the ass. It had been my first and only time experiencing anal, and it had been in front of the entire club with cameras rolling. It was a disgrace and an embarrassment, but I had been so determined to be successful that I had done it.

As part of my deal to keep the club out of prison following the ambush and the subsequent DEA intervention, I had made every single club member delete all copies of the video and swear an oath that they would never speak of it again. Whether they all followed through I wouldn’t know unless the video turned up on the internet, but I had no choice except to trust in the bond that they shared with Jed, their new club president.

“It looks fantastic in here, doesn’t it?” I asked the two men as I approached the bar. “I can’t wait to see what it looks like filled up with club members on a Friday night.”

Nathan gave me a nod as I came up. “Jed and I were just talking about the new recruits. We think it’s about time to bring them on board.”

After the casualties sustained in the multiple attacks a few weeks ago, Jed had decided to open the doors to several of the younger men in town who had grown up with a romanticized view of life in the gang. All they saw was the swagger that the bikers walked with, and they wanted nothing more than to join and emulate their heroes. With the man-power running low, they were about to get their chance.

I looked to Jed for confirmation. Nathan was the vice president now, but I would never take his word when I could get Jed’s.

“It’s true. There’s no point in waiting much longer, although we could put it off if we wanted to. If we were more active right now, it would be more important, but as it stands we need to take in more men.”

I winced. That they weren’t active was mostly my doing. As part of the deal with the DEA, the club had to abstain from any law-breaking activities that weren’t strictly necessary. The target had shifted, and the DEA was out for the really big names in the gun and drug trade.

“You will be active again soon, once we find Frank’s records and know what our next step is. Until we get those we can’t make any moves that we need to because frankly, we don’t know what those moves are yet.”

It wasn’t anything they hadn’t heard already. It seemed as though every day we had the same conversations with the same outcomes. We were stuck until we could find Frank’s files or the information come to us another way.

The conversation continued around the new candidates that they had in mind and how to vet them. Because of the restrictions placed on the gang due to the DEA, they couldn’t do the usual and make them perform acts of petty crime to test their mettle.

I felt as though I had to raise one of the glaring issues I saw cropping up.

“What are we going to tell the newbies about the club involvement with the DEA? It’s not exactly something that we can tell them up front, but it’s also not something that we can divulge and then let them walk away if they decide that they don’t want to get mixed up in this.”

Jed scratched his chin, and his eyes traced a path up and to the right as he thought it over. It was a mannerism that he didn’t even know he had, but I had noticed it and now it gave me a little internal smile every time I saw it.

“I think the only real option is to not tell them at all. They have to think that we are a regular motorcycle club. We’ll just have to tell them that we are mostly above board, which is at least consistent with how I want to run the group.”

Jed had been a firm dissident over the direction that Frank had started to take the gang. It had badly shaken what used to be a close partnership.

“How’s that going to work when we start chasing the really big bad guys?” Nathan asked. “I mean, how do we tell the new guys that we are just a lifestyle club and then go out and start digging into these huge criminal organizations?”

It was a valid point. An extremely valid point.
Fuck, why didn’t I think of that before?
I may not like Nathan very much due to the history, but there was a reason that he was the vice president and had been the road chief before that. I didn’t have a good answer for him.

“I think we’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it,” Jed said. “It should be relatively easy to tell them that the reason we don’t do any of the petty stuff is so we don’t draw attention to our big schemes ever since Frank got nabbed. It will be an easy sell. We don’t need to hammer out every detail this early in the game.”

The tension eased slightly. It wasn’t natural, a government agent working directly with outlaw bikers, but it created possibilities that never existed for the DEA before. And it was all due to me. It was a shame that I’d never be able to take recognition outside of the agency for my part in the massive busts.

The need to keep the Winged Enemy out of the papers to preserve the cover meant that the DEA hadn’t even announced the arrests and bust they made three weeks ago. It was likely that the vague details wouldn’t make their way into a press release until at least ten years down the road.

My cell started to ring; it was my boss, Arnold. I stepped away to answer.

“Hello?”

“Trammel? I don’t have a lot of time right now, but I wanted to tell you before word leaked out in some other way.”

“Sir?”

In spite of the alleged haste that he was under, he hesitated. “Early this morning Frank was murdered in his cell.”

Once the words sunk in I expected to feel something. Anger, relief, even smugness that the source of some pain had been ended. Instead I didn’t feel anything at all. “How did it happen?”

“Another inmate slipped through and stabbed him with a shard of plastic. Right in the neck. As far as we know, there isn’t any sort of connection between this man and Frank, and we haven’t found any evidence of them having any interactions in the prison before this. It must have been an outside hit.”

If the actual news of Frank’s death hadn’t evoked a reaction in me, that did.

“Outside hit, sir? But no one was even supposed to know that he was in there!” I glanced over at the men. They had stopped talking and were looking in my direction.

“We are trying to figure that out. Just make sure you’re on your toes, Trammel.”

The line went dead.

“Was that… was that what I think it was?” Nathan looked shaken.

I grimaced. It was better that they heard it from me now than get it from somewhere else later.

“Frank’s been murdered. It has the hallmark of an assassination. It wasn’t a prison fight gone wrong or anything.”

To my surprise, both men’s faces fell. I was used to Frank being villainized and disliked, so their expressions confused me.

Both men raised their beers and cast their eyes downwards. Then first Jed and then Nathan gulped down the amber liquid in a few quick swallows.

“Frank had taught me how to ride when I was a boy,” Jed said. “There was a time that I would have done anything for him.”

Nathan just shook his head stared at the floor. I could almost feel the memories welling up and filling the room.

“Enough talk,” Jed said, and his look sent a shiver right through me. “Let’s go for a ride.”

I hadn’t been on Nightshade for three weeks. It felt so natural to perch on the back seat and cling to Jed’s back, trusting in his prowess and ability.

We cut corners and roared down straightaways, the wind blowing through our clothes. The dry New Mexico heat baked into my bones the way I loved.

I was able to let go and finally just experience something the way it was supposed to be. I could pretend as though things between Jed and me were perfect and we just cruised the road together as we enjoyed the sunshine.

Predictably, Nightshade’s engine started to work its magic. The vibrations found their way up the seat and into my groin the way that I knew they would. I couldn’t help but squeeze my knees tighter around Jed’s waist as I let myself be carried higher and higher.

Ah, yes!

I quickly approached my peak, the nearness to Jed intensifying the sensations and bringing them much harder and faster than I could manage with only my fingers. Those fingers wrapped themselves in Jed’s jacket, squeezing into his shoulder as my muscles started to spasm.

Fuuuuuck!

Delirious pleasure shot through me, and I almost worried about being able to stay on the bike for a moment before I could regain control of myself. My clit rubbed directly against the seam in my jeans, and the pleasure center quickly pushed me up towards another climax.

Jed continued to blaze along the roads, and I lost track of where we were as a string of climaxes kept me occupied.
I wonder if he can track each one by how hard I clamp onto his shoulder and waist. Does he even know what he’s doing to me back here?

We started to slow down, and I raised my head from where it had buried itself in his neck to see why.

There was a bike stopped on the road in front of us coming into town.

It wasn’t one that I recognized. Not that I had all of the bikes of the club firmly memorized, but this one was distinctive in a way that I couldn’t quite place my finger on.

The rider sat astride in an easy stance, waiting for us as we slowed to a stop several feet away.

My breathing still hadn’t recovered from the intense orgasms I’d just experienced, and I struggled to compose myself as I was about to meet someone for the first time.

There was an odd feeling in the air. Jed stayed quiet but his focus never wavered from the rider in front of us.

“Do you know who that is? Did you expect them to come?” I asked Jed. There was something different about this rider.

“Oh, I know who that is. I counted on it.” His voice was unreadable.

A tense silence developed, the new-come rider staring at us through his black visor. That was one big difference, none of the bikers in the club ever wore a helmet when they rode their bikes.