Stung by Stealth: A Satan's Savages MC Novel #3 (23 page)

The Prez storms out of the assembly room, closely followed by a stiff and stern-faced Chops. I turn to look at Techie and shake my head as he clenches his jaw.

“What the hell is happening to this club?” Techie murmurs.

Puffing a wave of air out of a small hole in my mouth, I shake my head. “I haven’t a clue, brother. But the way this place is headed, I have no idea how long any of us are going to be alive for.”

“I know what you mean, if we don’t die in this Cartel war, then I’m not sure if everyone is going to stand by and watch Mad Dog destroy this chapter. I know I’m struggling with it.”

Nodding, I chew on my bottom lip. “I’m just glad Steel isn’t here to watch this.”

Techie half laughs. “Yeah, this would kill him, bringing innocent civilians into this war. That’s only going to end up in them being six feet under. There’s no way dealing with a biker club is going to end well for a civilian.”

Shaking my head, I rub the tension in the back of my neck. “Nope, this blows.”

“I need to get laid, rub out some of this tension. Shame Skye is so smitten with you, she and Jess were a good tag team.”

Opening my eyes wide as my neck tenses again, I clench my jaw. “I’m going to forget you said that and walk away.”

“What? Did I say something wrong?” Techie asks as I turn and walk out of the assembly room to find Skye and make sure she’s still doing okay after last night.

Walking into the clubroom, it doesn’t take me long to find her as she’s standing at the bar with Jess talking to Acid and Blade. Smiling, I march to her and wrap my arm around her waist, then look down at her to see she has her handbag and is all dressed up like she’s heading out. Furrowing my brows, I wonder where she’s going, and tilt my head as she turns and smiles leaning in to kiss me quickly.

“Hey, handsome.”

“Hey, you going somewhere?” I ask looking at the copious amount of makeup she’s applied to her forehead to conceal the bruise and cut adorning her skin.

She chews on her bottom lip and stiffens in my grip. My heart starts to race slightly at her unease and I take a deep breath wondering what’s going on. “Skye?”

“Okay, just hear me out.” She turns to face me taking both my hands in hers.

Looking down at her, I purse my lips wondering where the hell this is headed.

“I’m going back to work tonight—”

Choking on thin air, I shake my head. “No, you’re not!”

She huffs tilting her body to the side placing her hand on her hip. “Stealth, don’t. Don’t do that.”

Jolting my head back in confusion, I shake my head. “Do what?”

“Be that guy. That dominating guy that won’t let his girl do what she wants.”

Letting out a shocked laugh, I lick my lips in disbelief. “Skye, you were kidnapped from there yesterday, less than twenty-four hours ago. You have a ton of makeup on your forehead to cover the bruise and cut from them physically hurting you, and you want to go back there? Now?”

“How am I supposed to live my life, if I live it in fear of what might happen?”

Slumping my body, I relax my stance. “It’s not that, it’s just you need to rest and recover. Your head is bruised and you need to take it easy.”

She shakes her head and smiles. “I’m fine, I don’t even have a headache anymore. Plus, like I said, I don’t want to let those buffoons scare me and stop me from living my life. I’m not taking no for an answer, Stealth. I’m going and I’ll be really disappointed in you if you try to stop me.”

I can’t stop myself from rolling my eyes in annoyance. She’s so fucking headstrong. But I guess that’s why I like her. Well, if she’s going to go in no matter what, then I’m just going to have to go and watch her to make sure there’s no trouble.

“Well, if you’re going, so am I.”

Her eyebrow raises up and she smirks. “Really? You’re coming to Strapless?” I nod and she smiles wide like maybe that’s what she was hoping for. “For how long?”

“You’re entire shift, I’ll take you in and bring you home.”

She jumps slightly on the spot like she’s excited. “Okay, deal.”

Chuckling to myself, I wonder if that was her plan all along. She wanted to go in, but wanted me to go just to make her feel safe. Well, honestly, I’d give her anything she wanted. So if that means sitting at a strip joint for six hours, then I’m going to do it.

“When do you need to go?”

She looks up at the clock above the bar. “Oh shit, like now.” She grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward the clubhouse door. I guess we’re going to Strapless—right now.

Skye kisses me quickly on the cheek then rushes off out the back to get ready for her shift. Watching her tonight, and seeing other men come in here watching her too is going to be hard, but at least I know if anything goes down I’ll be here to protect her. Making my way up to the bar, I glance at Vin, who’s looking a little worse for wear with a cast on his left arm and butterfly stitches on his eyebrow above a black eye.

“You look like shit!”

Vin laughs and shrugs. “You should see the other guy.”

Pursing my lips, I nod. “I did… he looked fine to me.”

Vinnie laughs and shakes his head grabbing a bottle of bourbon from behind the bar. “You smartarse fucking prick.”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist. But really, how are you doing? You okay?”

He nods. “Yeah, I’m fine, a broken bone and a cut eyebrow won’t stop me, son. Now here’s your drink, fuck off to a booth so I can get on with my work will ya?”

Laughing, I grab my freshly poured three fingers of bourbon and walk over to the booth in front of Skye’s stage. The music comes on and I instantly recognize it as
Lick
by Joi. The sounds at the beginning of the song remind me of people hitting glass or something, I’m not sure, it’s a strange sound. The beads at the back of the stage part and my beauty walks out wearing a slutty police outfit, and I smirk at how inappropriate this is.
If only she knew.

She looks down at me and smiles as she starts her routine. The place isn’t very busy tonight, just a few stragglers here and there. The other girls came in too, they didn’t want to be pushed out of their work by the Mexicans either. They breed these club girls tough in Virginia.

The front door opens and a guy walks in with short hair, slouching into himself and shuffling like he’s hiding something. Tensing up, instantly I try to look at him closer and notice his face, he looks Hispanic, maybe Puerto Rican and I’m on edge.

Sitting up taller, I watch him as he walks in and takes up a seat in the booth next to me. He doesn’t seem to have any other lackeys with him, so that eases my nerves slightly. He calls over the waitress and orders a beer. He has an Australian accent, nothing Mexican or Hispanic about it. I’m eased a little further by that too. I still can’t help but jump to the conclusion that he’s a part of the Cartel. I know you’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, but you also can’t be too fucking careful either. I need to find out, so I stand up and walk over to his booth, he looks up at me taking in my tall stature and raises his eyebrows as I slide into the booth next to him.

The man looks at me like he is freaking out. “Umm… hi?” he says more like a question than a statement.

“Why are you here?” I ask getting straight to the point.

His head jolts back and his brows scrunch together tightly as he purses his lips. “Umm… to watch the girls dance and to get drunk. I had a fight with my missus. Wait, why am I telling you this? Who the fuck are you?”

Tensing up, I stiffen my posture and sit taller towering over him. “Do you know José?”

He raises his eyebrow and shakes his head in honest surprise. He doesn’t know, he’s not with the Cartel. “Who the fuck is José? I think you have me confused?”

Nodding, I sit down in the seat lower making myself less intimidating. “Sorry, just making sure.”

He nods and starts to slide out of the booth around the other side. “Right, well, I might just go.”

I shake my head. “No, sorry, stay, enjoy the show. The girls are great.”

He frowns and takes a deep breath. “Not like my girl, though, she’s amazing.”

Smiling, I tilt my head. “Oh yeah?”

He smiles and nods. “Yeah, Star? She’s my angel.”

Furrowing my brows, I purse my lips. “Then why are you here?”

He shrugs. “Honestly? I don’t know. I had a habit years ago, one that’s rearing its ugly head. She doesn’t like it, but it’s part of me you know?”

I smirk. “Some kind of kink?”

He chuckles. “No, she loves kink, trust me, if only you knew.” He leans in. “It’s drugs, ecstasy. I can’t fucking kick it.”

My ears prick up as I think about Mad Dog’s idea for the lackeys. I know this guy’s fate if I bring him into this world. I know where he’ll end up. It’s not gonna be a pleasant road for him. Do I really want to do that to him? But at the same time, do I not want to not do what my President has ordered of me? I hate this being torn in two bull-fucking-shit all the time.

Pick a side Stealth!

We need lackeys to store the drugs in preparation for them to distribute.

This could be the guy.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

“Carlos, but people call me Papi.”

Smiling, I’ve made up my mind.

Club first.

“Well Papi, what if I told you I could give you eccys in exchange for you storing some product for me and also a cash bonus as well?”

He furrows his brows and takes a deep breath. “So all I would have to do is store some of it for you?”

I nod and he exhales running his hand over his stubbly head. “Can I think about it?”

“Sure, it’s a big decision, but be quick about it or the deal will go to someone else.” I feel sorry for Papi, this guy will be screwed over by me in the end just like everyone else. I’m just going to fuck up everyone’s lives at this club. I’m an arsehole!

“How can I contact you?” he asks.

I look around and notice Skye. “See that girl there, her name is Skye. Tell her to tell Stealth that you’re in. Give her your details, and I’ll arrange for your shipment to be delivered to you.”

He nods and chews on his lips as his eyes dart around the room like he’s nervous. “Okay question, Stealth. What kind of name is that? A road name? As in bikers?”

Looking right into his eyes, I watch him intently. “That a problem?”

He takes a deep breath and shakes his head. “No. You’ll have your answer tomorrow.”

Nodding, I smile. “I hope to be doing business with you, Papi.”

“Yeah… we’ll see.” He stands up and turns his back to me walking away to the front door as fast as he can, without breaking into a run. Smiling at his nervousness as he exits the premises, I take a deep breath. In a way I hope he turns it down. He seems like a decent kid. He doesn’t need the shit that will come with being one of Mad Dog’s lackies.

Six hours later Skye has finally finished her shift. It’s three in the morning and we’ve arrived back at the clubhouse. Walking in the clubroom is quiet, but there’s still a few stragglers up for the morning, including Mad Dog, which I’m happy about. I need to talk to him about Papi and the possible lackey position.

Turning to Skye and kiss her cheek. “Wait for me in bed. I’ll be in, in a bit, just gotta talk to the Prez for a sec, ‘kay?”

She yawns and smiles, nodding her head and skips off ahead of me. I reach forward slapping her arse and she giggles as she continues down the hall. Taking a deep breath, I stride over to Mad Dog where he’s sitting by himself drinking a beer and looking at something on his phone. Coming up behind him, I see pictures of a woman and three boys displayed. I figure that must be his ex-wife, Steel, and his brothers who died. For a moment I feel sorry for Mad Dog, he’s lost a lot. Although, I can’t help but think he’s brought most of it on himself.

Coughing softly to gain his attention, his head snaps around and he drops his phone on the table. “Shit Stealth, sneaking up will give people heart attacks. I’m sure we’ve talked about this?”

Smirking, I pull out a seat next to him and exhale. “Sorry, anyway, I was at the club tonight and a guy came in, could be good for a drug lackey. I told him what the deal was, he seems interested, and he’s going to tell Skye his answer tomorrow.”

He smirks and squints his eyes at me like he’s trying to work me out. It’s weird he’s never done that before. He chuckles and slaps my shoulder. “Steel was right about you, you’re an asset to this club and it’s so good to have you on our side. We can
trust
you, no matter what.” I’m not sure if he’s being sarcastic in his tone or just sounding a little off. But something is certainly strange about his attitude right now.

“Right, well, thanks, Prez. That means a lot coming from you.”

He chuckles. “It should, I’d hate for anything bad to happen to you. You know if anything were to be misunderstood or anything, things could turn ugly.”

Furrowing my brows, I shake my head slightly as my heart rate spikes a notch. “I’m not sure I follow?”

He laughs and slaps my back. “Me either, I’m tired and don’t even know what I’m talking about half the time. Thanks for finding me a lackey, we’ll set up a meet with him in due course. Good work, Stealth. Good teamwork, son.” He rubs my hair like you would do a little kid and then walks off in the other direction.

Running my hands through my tussled hair, I shake my head wondering what the fuck just happened. Mad Dog is being
extra weird
tonight. Maybe he’s drunk and actually doesn’t know what he’s saying.

I’ll chalk it up to that.

Taking a deep breath, I turn and head for my room feeling more than a little frustrated.

Opening my door, I look in to see Skye naked on my bed. Smiling, I relax my shoulders and step in shutting the door behind me. This is exactly what I need to unwind right now. She smirks at me as I saunter in and start to unbuckle my belt.

“Thought you could do with some lovin’.”

Nodding, I smirk. “You thought correct.”

She stands up from the bed just as I unbutton my jeans and pull down the zip. She walks up to me and slides my jeans down my legs squatting down with them as they fall. She looks up at me through her lashes and I smile wide knowing exactly what she has in mind. Her knees hit the carpet, and her hand moves in gripping the base of my cock, as I stand at the edge of my bed with my pants down around my ankles and her kneeling in front of me. Licking her lips, she smiles up at me as I take a deep calming breath. My cock hardens completely in her hand. She grins mischievously and brings her lips to the head of my throbbing cock.

Her tongue darts out and licks the tip of my head as her hand strokes the base of my cock and it’s like heaven. I need this. I’m frustrated and a release is in order. She brings her lips down over the tip of my cock, her warm mouth slowly taking me inside her. Moaning slightly as my hips rock forward pushing further into her mouth, she sheaths her teeth and starts to bob up and down on my length while tugging on the base of my cock.

The heavenly friction is painfully euphoric as my hand moves to her hair and fists, grabbing stands of her locks in my fingers. Aiding in her plight to get me off, she removes her hand from the base of my cock and I glance down wondering what she’s doing. She grabs my thighs to steady herself, and then my cock slides effortlessly toward the back of her mouth. My eyes roll into the back of my head as it continues past the back of her tongue and into her throat. A low growl erupts from my chest as she pushes me down without any gag at all.

She pulls back torturously slowly and then moves in deep throating me again. My groan echoes through my room bouncing off the walls and resounding in my ears. She’s so fucking good at this, and my balls start to pull up and she withdraws and places her hand at the base of my cock, starting her tugging and bobbing action again.

My legs have pins and needles and my balls pull up so tightly that my head falls back while a groan erupts from my mouth as I grab her hair and start to fuck her mouth. My hips move quickly as her silky wetness engulfs my cock surrounding me in a slick warmth. Instantly, a tingle shoots down my spine and my body flushes with insatiable heat. Clenching my eyes tight, flashes of light blast brightly behind them as my balls pull up and my cock throbs jolting in her mouth.

Intense pressure builds up in my cock and it jerks, as my balls constrict and everything tingles as the pressure builds to maximum capacity and then explodes, letting out all my pent up frustrations out with it. I groan loudly as my cum flows like a river into Skye’s mouth. I let go of her hair and move my hand down to her cheek caressing it tenderly while slowly rocking back and forth milking the last of my orgasm out as she sucks the juices from my cock.