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

“Get the fuck out!” he yelled at the sluts. They’d be dealt with later.

Brick stood at the opposite side of the bed as the Skull Nation guy covered his cock with the blankets. He put up an arm in surrender.

Brick laughed. “You think our prez does mercy? You have some huge fucking balls coming to our whorehouse in our town.”

“Did you think I’d let this continue forever?” asked Lord. He checked the chamber of his gun.

“You smoke me, there’ll be war.”

“You supposed to be important?” asked Brick. “You look like any other dead man.”

“I’m the Skull Nation Road Captain.”

“Will you look at that. Royalty right in my own fucking house,” said Lord. Then he reached over and dragged him violently out of the bed by the hair, the blanket falling away. “If you think your status is supposed to impress me, you’re a stupid fucking boy. This is my town. I’m prez of the Straight to Hell MC.”

“And he doesn’t do mercy,” said Brick.

The guy tried to fight him, but Lord was built like a brick shithouse. Hours in the gym every day and a life built in the MC made him a brutal motherfucker. He punched him in the face, knocking him back. Over and over, they sparred, the guy’s face bleeding and swollen. Brick stood on the sidelines, not saying a word.

“We know about Ally,” he said as he tried to get back up to his feet.

Lord yanked him up. “What did you just say?”

He laughed, his teeth red with blood. “How did you think we were able to take over this town? You’re too busy chasing pussy to realize how weak you’ve become. You’re a has-been.”

Lord beat the shit out of him, not holding back. “How do you know her name?” he shouted. “Tell me now or I’ll put a bullet in your head.”

“You shouldn’t trust everyone in your house.” He laughed again.

This time, he pulled his gun from the back of his waistband and put the barrel to the fucker’s temple. “See you in hell.” Then he pulled the trigger.

This was usual MC business. Protecting territory was a full-time job, always had been, always would be. Lord wasn’t shaken by the Skull Nation making a play because he’d deal with it as he always did.

What he wasn’t expecting was to hear Ally’s name on his enemy’s lips. She wasn’t supposed to be involved at all. The worlds were colliding and it didn’t sit well with him.

He didn’t realize how long he stood there next to the body, his mind lost in thought.

“Boss, he’s just screwing with you.”

Lord shook his head. “He knew her fucking name.”

“She’s safe.”

“He said there’s a traitor in the club. Any ideas?”

“Someone selling inside information? I’ll have to dig deeper.”

He took a deep breath to calm himself. All he wanted to do was get back to Ally and see with his own eyes that she was safe and unharmed.

“I want this piece of shit thrown out on the main roadway. He’ll send a message as we finish cleaning up this town.”

They left the room. Lord was more shaken up than he realized. He couldn’t focus.

“Lord, how serious are you about this girl? You know more than anyone that having a loved one is a huge target. Our enemies prey on your weaknesses, and they’ll use her against you. It’s already starting.”

“You think I’d put her over the good of the club?”

Brick shrugged. “You’ve known her less than a month. I’m just saying to make sure she’s worth it.”

****

Ally looked out the window again. It was getting late.

She was lonely and worried about Lord. At least he’d brought her along. It would have been worse being alone at the club where everyone hated her. She didn’t feel safe without Lord around.

It had been nearly a week since he’d taken her virginity. At least he hadn’t dumped her. She’d been worried that was all he wanted from their arrangement.

He’d been in meetings all week with his club. She could feel the tension. This rival club was infiltrating their turf, and now Lord was going to deal with it. Yes, she worried about him. What if he never came back to her?

From what she’d seen so far, people either hated him or feared him. He had a rough personality. And probably deserved what he got out of people. With her, he behaved differently. She saw the good in him, and he probably needed that.

He said he wanted to keep her rather than fulfilling their original terms. Lord wanted her for more than a plaything now, but for how long? Was she a new pet or was the MC prez capable of real love?

When she heard the familiar sound of bike engines purring, the sound carried all the way down to her pussy. It reminded her of Lord. She couldn’t see any bikes from the window, so she hoped it was him finally returning to her.