The thought of her under Rocco as his flabby biker body pumped at her really pissed me off.
Rocco then looked at Gunner and gave a nod. Gunner reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vial. I grinned, looking at the way his thumb and pointer were close together. Probably showing her the size of his dick.
Gunner held out the vial and the woman took it.
Rocco then said something, but he spoke loud and clear with this hands. His motions were simple - this woman was going to pour whatever was in the vial into a drink. Duke’s drink. It was some kind of poison.
That’s how they were going to kill Duke.
The woman tucked the vial into her top. I suddenly became a little bit jealous of a vial.
Get yourself together, Trent. Fuck.
The chick back at the clubhouse had offered me another round - in the shower - and I had declined. I regretted that. I should have drained myself completely.
Rocco pointed at the woman, his face turning red, and then he walked away. Gunner reached out and ran the back of his fingers to the woman’s cheek. He then ran his pointer finger down her lips.
My blood was boiling. I was raging from a really dark fucking place. The place where the monster lived and the place where the monster could easily escape from.
As Gunner turned, I dropped back down to make sure I was hidden.
They started their motorcycles and sped away.
That’s when it all made sense.
They were having this woman kill Duke. And why the hell not? They would make it very clear to the MC that Duke was dead but they weren’t there when it happened. They wanted us confused and wanted Trev off guard. That was the game here. To get Trev out of his element and take him out. Nobody expected Trev to settle right in at the head of the table and take such firm control.
I watched as the woman remained standing there at her car. You think an assassin would rush inside and get to work, right? Not this woman. With her right hand, she touched her chest, obviously feeling for the vial of poison. Seeing her touch herself made me grit my teeth. My cock kept pulsing, wanting to get over there and save her.
Save her? She’s going to kill your brother…
The woman then started to bite her nails.
She was nervous as fuck.
I knew what I had to do next.
I called Trev.
“What’s happening?”
“Prez, they’re not the ones doing it,” I said. “They were here and they’re gone.”
“What? Where are you?”
“Still across the street. They rode up and delivered poison.”
“Poison?”
“Something in a vial. They want one of the waitresses to pour it into Duke’s drink. They’re trying to throw you off, Prez.”
“That can’t happen, Trent,” Trev said. “Show this bitch the monster.”
I couldn’t stop looking at her through the binoculars.
“You hear me?” Trev growled.
“I hear you, Prez.”
“Then say it,” Trev said.
I didn’t want to say it. I slowly put the binoculars down. I could see the woman but not all her beautiful defined features. She finally moved away from her car and worked toward the door.
Now it was time to act.
“Trent?” Trev asked.
“I’ve got this, Prez. I’ll be in touch soon.”
I ended the call.
I didn’t tell Trev what he wanted to hear.
But I knew what needed to be done.
The only way to show Rocco and Gunner that we were serious and nobody could fuck with us.
I stood up and started to cross the road.
I had to kill the beautiful woman.
six.
(harlee)
There was a nice L shaped bar, two bartenders behind it. They were tall, beautiful women, wearing basically bra and panties. Their boobs were twice the size of mine and I had no idea how they worked with those things on their chest.
It was me and three other women. There were twelve tables set up. Tensions were already high. That was just the way it went in the beginning. From businessmen in fancy suits to some tough biker guys, they all sat there and felt each other out. Who would bet high? Who would always fold? Who would get too drunk and start tossing money around like it was nothing?
I scanned the room and saw the Back Down Devil MC logo on a guy’s back that looked eight miles wide. That was the guy. His name was Duke. I had to spill the poison into his drink. I had no idea what the hell the stuff was that Gunner gave me, but it was supposed to make him choke up, grab his chest, and then he’d die a minute later.
I was going to kill someone…
It was all I could think about.
I stepped forward and started to walk toward the table. I kept my eyes forward, staring at the skull on the leather cut. The logo was bigger and scarier than anything Night Soul could come up with. And if Night Soul was bad… what did that make Back Down Devil MC?
I was five feet away from Duke when someone grabbed my wrist.
“Look at this ass over here,” a voice said.
I looked down and a man in a suit stared up at me, smiling. He had a perfect white smile. His face had just the right amount of scruff on it. His eyes were beautifully blue. Shit, that was the kind of guy I should have ended up with for the night.