Page 15 of Saving Her
“The next night she came back. Nicole and I didn’t talk, so I was being an asshole. When Mavis came over, I noticed she pulled the barstool up too close to me, but I didn’t want her. There was nothing I was going to do with her, though, so I ignored it. I got a call, so I left for a minute to get away from the music. When I came back, everything gets a little confusing. I remember drinking and making small talk with Mavis. At one point, she put her hand on my thigh. It was way too close to my dick. I remember knowing I should make her move it. For some reason, I wasn’t able to. I shook my head to try to clear the fog that I seemed to be in. I told her she should move because Nicole and her old man wouldn’t like it. She laughed and I remember she moved in closer, pressing her breasts up against me. She tried to play coy, saying what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. It should have pissed me off. I remember thinking that, but instead of saying something, I could feel myself getting turned on. I sat there as she moved her hand over my fucking crotch, rubbing against my cock and then up my stomach.”
I put my hand over my jaw, rubbing it, remembering shit that I didn’t want to. I rub my fingers against the stubble there, harder than needed. Trying to exercise the memories of that night out of my head.
“She put something in your drink,” Skull mumbles.
Our voices are not much more than a small whisper. That doesn’t mean they don’t cut like a molten hot knife slicing into unblemished skin. I close my eyes against the force of my memories, and it doesn’t escape my notice that my damn hand is trembling.
“Dancer noticed I wasn’t acting myself. If he hadn’t, I probably would have taken the bitch to mine and Nicole’s room in the back. Even him trying to get me away from her didn’t work completely. I pulled her up in my lap. I began touching her. She was whispering in my ear about all the times that we were together. It was pissing me off, but I couldn’t make myself push her away. Mavis began kissing me and my mind got hazier. At one point, I thought it was Nicole kissing me. I remember telling her how much I wanted her. Then a beer bottle came whizzing by my head. I looked up and there was Nicole. I froze. I couldn’t understand how she was standing in front of me. I stood up, Mavis fell out of my lap onto the floor. Nicole grabbed her by her hair and pulled her away from me, then she brought her foot back and kicked Mavis in the face so hard that blood splattered over the floor.”
“Mierda,” Skull laughs. “She always was a hell of a woman.”
“It didn’t hurt she was wearing the boots I bought her for when we were riding. I stood up, and the world spun around me. I reached out for her, and she recoiled. Nicole screamed I was never touching her again. That if I wanted a whore, I could have her. Then, she kicked Mavis again and stomped out. Once she left, Dancer took charge. He had Mavis locked in one of the rooms, then called Doc over to see if what was going on with me was what he suspected. I was out of it for over an hour. When my head began to clear, panic hit me. Dancer had already pulled up the security cameras and pinpointed the moment when Mavis put something in my drink. I lost it. I wanted to chase down Nicole, and figured she’d be at home, but I needed to deal with Mavis first. Her old man’s club was out having a meeting. They had left their women at the club. We rounded up all of them and kept them in another room on lockdown. When the men returned, we interrogated them—especially her old man. They were clueless. So, I showed their president the film and kicked his whole fucking club out and told them the alliance wasn’t going to happen. Gave them two hours to get out of my fucking territory. He grabbed his woman out of the room, tore his cut off her and had his men throw her in the SUV they brought. They climbed on their bikes, and I never saw them again.”
“What club was it?”
I start to answer him when we hear someone yelling in the direction King left. An alarm rings into the night and my blood runs cold.
Things just went sideways.
Chapter 11
King
My body is tight with frustration. Spending so much time with Dragon—even if we didn’t talk—was harder than I thought it would be. I may have forgotten about killing the motherfucker for T’s sake, but I still don’t want to be anywhere near him. It has me so tense that my damn eye is twitching. I use a finger to massage my eyelid to try and get it under control. I take a deep breath and start walking toward the old yellow building. It used to hold the electronics for the amusement park. Now it’s a run-down, dilapidated mess. There are basically two usable rooms. Eyeball had the control room fixed back. It houses electric to the parts of the park they’ve fixed and monitors the cameras that they’ve set up around the compound. There’s a long-ass hall that leads to what the crew refers to as a holding cell. That’s where Nicole and Gabby are.
I see the guards watching me as I walk up. Lucky stares at me. I do not like this motherfucker. I’ve only met him once—very briefly. Something about this guy sets off warning bells even more than Eyeball and Demon do. These other guys are ruthless and greedy, true enough. They have no moral compass, either. I may be a one percent club member, but we have a code, our own set of morals. I guess you could say part of it is biblical—an eye for an eye. No one fucks with us and escapes retribution. No one. Lucky is different from the other men in this club. He’s evil. Pure fucking evil. Okay, I get it, to do what these assholes have planned for Nicole and the girl, you have to be evil. I can’t deny that. Lucky, though? He has an anger fueling his hate. He enters a room and the electric currents in the air immediately change, growing darker. Hell, I’m pretty sure he’s the one who orders Eyeball and Demon around. They’re just too stupid to realize it.
“Lucky,” I respond with a nod. I don’t like that he’s here. He wasn’t supposed to be. This could fuck everything up. “Figured you’d be down at the clubhouse for the party.”
“I’m thinking watching you with Dragon’s bitch would be more fun. Must be fun to stick your cock in the holes of a woman he tossed your mom aside for, ey?”
I school my features. It doesn’t escape my attention that at one time, I might have been angry enough to agree with him. Although, my game would have been seduction. Raping a woman is a hard no for me. Anyone that does it deserves to have their dick blown off. I have a feeling Lucky has done that kind of shit often. He’s going to be a pleasure to kill. My hand is itching to draw my gun on him. It takes everything I have not to.
I shrug. “It will be fun to make the bitch hurt.”
I keep my face stoic, not giving anything away. The bastard must buy it because his face fucking lights up with delight. “I think I’m going to like you, King.”
“Since I get the feeling you’re really the one calling shots around here, I guess I consider that a good thing,” I respond with a smirk. It’s a calculated risk on my part, but I want to see what he does.
He cocks his head to the side as if he’s studying a specimen in a bottle. Yeah, he’s a dark motherfucker. What he doesn’t know about me is that I’m used to that in my life. I’m not intimidated in the least. Surprisingly, he doesn’t deny my quiet accusation. Instead, he gives me a question—thankfully it is one that I anticipated.
“Where’s your bike? You were walking.”
“Fucking tire went flat. I didn’t want to hold up the festivities, so I hoofed it. I’ll ask Eyeball if he can send some prospects up with a new one later. It’s not a big issue. I’ll be riding the van down with Squaller to deliver the entertainment for tonight’s party.”
“I’ll take one of the boys down and collect it,” Lucky answers. I know he’s doing it because he’s wondering if I’m lying. I expected that. I had a friend who lives on the hill—and conveniently hates the FKMC—leave my bike out about an hour ago. There’s a screw in the front tire to prove my point. The person helping me out is tight with Ford. I didn’t ask a lot of questions, but I know this is how Ford knew where their clubhouse was. I thought about having Dragon’s men hide there, but I didn’t want to cause trouble in case all of this blows up in our faces. They may be helping Ford, but they still have to live here when it’s all over.
“Thanks, man. I appreciate it. You going to come in and share a beer before I get the party started?”
“I’m actually thinking of joining you. Get my taste of the bitch before we feed her to the club.”
Motherfucker.
I made plans in my head for almost every contingency. This wasn’t something that I could foresee. Somehow, I’m going to have to either get the drop on this motherfucker, or make sure Eyeball and Demon are neutralized first, before I have to take him out, too.
“Sounds good,” I reply—like I don’t have a care in the world. “The more the merrier. I’m always up for a little double teaming.”
Lucky laughs, slaps his hand against the back of my shoulder and starts walking toward the building with me. “I’m starting to really like you, King. You might just change my mind about bringing you into this club.”