Hades' Flame (Devils Rejects MC 1)

Chapter 4

Danny

“Can’t fucking believe I let you talk me into this shit.” Boogeyman shakes his head. “Fucking yuppie club. We could be with the rest of the guys back in Webb Hollow getting our dicks sucked by the Lennon twins.”

“You didn’t have to come. I’m a big boy. I can handle myself.”

He snorts. “Right. The minute we get in this place and you see some redneck pansy feeling up on your girl, I’ll be dragging your ass back out.”

“Not gonna happen. Sara’s a good one. She isn’t like the whores you waste your time with.”

“I fuckin’ feel naked without my cut,” he grumbles, patting his pockets for his lighter.

“Me too, man. But you know the rules. No colors allowed. This isn’t our territory.”

“Bullshit is what it is.”

I had every intention on staying away tonight and letting Sara have this one night to do whatever she wants but Cole called me and said he didn’t like the idea of the girls being out on their own without protection. Apparently, he couldn’t pull a prospect for the duty. I could have sent one of my own, but the temptation to see Sara was too damn great.

I have been so immersed with the club, I forget what it’s like to be a regular dude going out for the night. No pressure of running the club and the worry of Tiny and his shit hanging over my head.

If Sara knew what I am planning to do, I don’t know if she’d ever be able to look at me the same. I promised I was done with the bad shit. I made a deal that I wouldn’t be in the business of trafficking women anymore, but I don’t have a choice. Well, I have options but none of them are good. I can’t take on Tiny just yet. My club isn’t strong enough and fuck, if I bring Sara’s family in on it and something goes south, she’d blame me.

I gotta handle shit my own way.

“Let’s get this pussy shit over with. Ya know just because you are all in love and getting married, raising a family. Doesn’t mean the rest of us want to.”

“No one is asking you to do shit. My marrying Sara won’t change shit at the clubhouse, man. What happens there stays there, so no loose lips around Sara. Don’t be scaring her friends either.”

“I’m not scary.” He puffs out his chest and strokes his goatee.

“Right. We call you the Boogeyman for nothing, huh?”

“Fucking make one guy go insane and you treat me like a damn monster.”

“You are a monster, you sick fuck.” I punch him in the arm. “Let’s go.” Boogeyman might like to joke around but make no mistake the motherfucker is a damn nightmare. He gets inside the heads of our enemies and finds out what matters most to them and uses it against them. It is all psychological, but I wouldn’t want to fuck with him.

When we get inside, I witness the last thing I expected to find. Sara is out on the dance floor fucking sandwiched between two fucking dead motherfuckers’.

“Isn’t that your girl out there.” Boogeyman chuckles. “I’m getting a beer. You want one?”

“Yeah, so I can break it over their Goddamned heads,” I snarl.

“Easy, Hades. Don’t go over there blazing with anger. See.”

“Yeah.” Sara is pushing he guys away, but it doesn’t make me feel any damn better.

“Hey. I thought that was you.” Morgan walks up next to me.

“Well hello, sexy and my next conquest,” Boogeyman says, making a total ass of himself. I could step in and clear shit up, but I will enjoy hearing Morgan put him in his place.

“What’s your name?” She questions, stepping closer and putting her hand on his chest.

“Boogeyman, but you can call me anything you want.” He smirks.

“Is that because you always need to blow your nose?” She makes a sour face. “You should really get a tissue and look in the mirror.”

Boogeyman’s jaw drops as Morgan walks off. “Come on, I’ll show you where we are sitting,” she calls back over her shoulder.