The Biker's Plaything (Straight to Hell MC 1)

“I told you what I know.” The Skull Nation prick could barely see out of one eye, blood dripping from his swollen nose. And he was lying.

Lord punched him again. This time, a gold tooth went flying across the room.

The Skull Nation had attempted to drive them out of their northern tourist towns. They were highly profitable and Lord had let it go on long enough. He had no plans on handing over the hard-earned territory to their rivals. The Skull Nation boys had killed a few of their whores and a couple of brothers. They’d taken over one of the brothels and were attempting to control the drug trade in and out of the small towns.

Tonight, Lord rode into town with Tarmac, Brick, Reaper, Stump, and a few other brothers. Ally had been behind him, her hands under his shirt as she held on tight.

His first stop was a hotel where he set up Ally in one of the best rooms. He needed to know she was safe while he handled business. Lord ordered two brothers to guard the place. He wasn’t taking any chances when it came to her.

Brick had tried to convince him to leave Ally back home at the compound, but he wasn’t comfortable leaving that many miles between them. Especially when this was going to take more than a couple of days to clean up.

“Reaper, this motherfucker is testing my patience,” said Lord.

“I can get him to talk, boss. Just say the word.”

Lord paced in the abandoned warehouse, back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back. They’d already assembled all the Straight to Hell members in the area and had begun to take back the towns, one Skull Nation asshole at a time.

But this went deeper. He needed the names of the men in charge of this infiltration. He had a couple, but not close to all. Lord wanted every man responsible for stepping on his territory to pay the ultimate price.

“Handle this,” said Lord. “I’ll head over to the whorehouse with Brick.”

They made a lot of money off women. All were in the brothels by choice. They enjoyed working their way up the ranks in the club, but they were supposed to be protected. They were already losing longtime customers with all the killing and upheaval. It was time to set things straight.

Lord and his VP rode out to the brothel. Several Straight to Hell brothers from town were waiting for them.

“How did this get so out of control?” Lord asked Stitch. He was one of the brothers living close to town.

“They must have been planning this a long time.”

“No, it should have been dealt with the second you found out about it. One bullet could have stopped this before it turned into this clusterfuck. I’m starting to wonder where your loyalties lie.”

“Lord, I’ll do better. I swear.”

“And you.” He diverted his attention to Gabriel, one of the first members to alert Lord to the takeover. “Why the fuck haven’t you gotten a handle on this yet?”

“We’re outnumbered. We were waiting for backup, but I guess you were busy with your new girl,” said Gabriel.

Lord grabbed him around the neck, squeezing enough that the asshole knew he wasn’t playing. “Don’t talk about my woman. And don’t assume anything. Your job is to protect our investments in this piece-of-shit town. If you can’t handle it, you don’t deserve to wear this cut. Understand?” He pushed Gabriel back.

“I’ll clean this town up. The Skull Nation will regret showing their faces here.”

“We have local cops on our payroll. Guard this fucking brothel like your life depends on it. It does. If anyone from the Skull Nation sets foot in this town, don’t play games. Put them under the ground.”

Stitch nodded. As did Gabriel and Whisky.

Lord tapped Brick and they entered the brothel. The whores looked shocked to see him enter the grand foyer. He never handled the day-to-day operations of their businesses and rarely paid a visit. He ran a hand through his hair, the leather of his jacket creaking. “Are there any Skull Nation boys in here?”

Two younger whores, barely dressed, pointed up the stairs. They looked terrified of him.

Brick grabbed one of the girls by the arm, making her yelp. “Next time one of them tries to come in here, you call us. If I find out you’re fucking our enemies, you’ll be out on the streets. Or worse.”

They made their way up the winding staircase. Lord had his handgun at the ready.

One of the regular whores came down the hall. He put a finger to his lips.

She knew right away what he wanted and pointed to the second door on the left. Lord smiled, knowing he was so close, and motioned her to get away.

They flanked the door. When Lord nodded, Brick kicked in the door. Two women were on the bed, a Skull Nation prick between them.