I jump into the shower to rinse off the sweat and Daisy’s juices. I know she’s clean, but it’s another one of my rituals after whoring around with a club girl. Don’t need sloppy seconds from one my brothers attaching to my skin. Rinsing off quickly, I step out into the shower only to hear pounding on my door. Each pound gets louder and louder as I dry off and wrap the towel around my waist. Daisy must have hightailed it as soon as I jumped in the shower. She even put away the cuffs. Good girl, Daisy.
“What the fuck do you want?” I bellow as I throw open the door to see Voodoo standing there. He scans me up and down then shakes his head.
“This the way you greet all the brothers when they come to your door or is this just for me?” he asks, smirking.
“Nope, just for you, shithead. Trying to show you what a real man’s body looks like when he takes care of himself,” I joke back.
“Hey, don’t insult my baby beer gut. It might get offended. Not all of us have the time to work out like you, VP.” He leans his head into the room. “Smells like you just finished working out. How was the gym today?”
“Eh, productive and a little fucked up, but what else is new?” I jest. “You going to tell me why you were working on beating down my door or did you just want to see me in the towel?” I start to loosen the towel from my waist as he jerks back.
“If I wanted to see your dick, VP, I’d have busted in the door while you rough-fucked Daisy. Prez wants you downstairs. Got some intel today that Twisted Tribe is the one that set fire to the salon. Church starts in five minutes. “
“How’d you determine it was Twisted Tribe? Did Ratchet pull video from the neighboring businesses?” I ask out of curiosity. Voodoo is great as muscle for the club, but he’s not exactly batting a thousand in the intelligence department.
“Oh, that’s the best part. I brought you home a surprise.” He laughs as he turns on his heels and walks back down the hall. A surprise? Why do I get the feeling shit is about to hit the fan? Not even closing the door, I walk to my dresser and pull out jeans and one of my club t-shirts. Without throwing boxers on, I pull my jeans up and button them. My boys need to air dry after a session with Daisy. Running my arms through the sleeves of the shirt, I pull it over my head and add my cut on top of it. I have no idea what this surprise might be so I grab my riding boots and lace them up before walking out of my room.
Hustling down the stairs, I see Ratchet and Voodoo waiting outside the door. Voodoo’s mischievous smile raises my suspicions that I am not going to like what’s behind the Church doors. That bastard isn’t one for cheery smiles so I know shit’s about to go down. Sliding by them through the door, I’m shocked to see Maj and Raze screaming in one another’s faces at the head of the table. Why the fuck is she in Church? Women are barred from our official business dealings. Has this club gone to hell in a hand basket in just one night?
“You crazy bitch!” exclaims Raze. “What were you thinking bringing someone here? I run this fucking club, not you.”
“That colossal fuck up you’re talking about gave us the only solid evidence against the murdering bastards. I thought you’d be happy I just delivered you the information you needed to take them out on a pretty little platter,” Maj replies. “Excuse me for thinking about the club and not servicing your dick for once.”
“You brought an enemy into our home, Maj. You could have at least called me and we’d have taken her to one of the interrogation houses instead of depositing her in our goddamn home where she could report back to them. Jesus, woman, the smartest thing to ever come out of your mouth was my dick. “
Oh shit. Knowing that this is about to hit the point of no return, I run into the fray and slide between them. Voodoo grabs ahold of Maj and jerks her back while I try to hold off Raze. How have these two survived being married so long?
“You’re a fucking bastard. I’m trying to help you, but you’re too jaded to see it. You know, I’d love to see things from your point of view sometime, but I can’t seem to get my head that far up my ass,” she yells as Voodoo drags her to the door and shoves her out, slamming the door in her face. She punches the door and screams more insults at Raze before I assume she walks away.
Turning my attention back to Raze, he’s still seething in anger. “You care to enlighten the rest of us about what we just witnessed? What did your old lady pull this time?” Raze moves me aside and punches the wall behind us.
“That bitch brought someone associated with Twisted Tribe here and offered her fucking sanctuary under our roof in exchange for information.”
Shock runs through my body. “You’ve gotta be shitting me, right? She brought a traitor into our fucking clubhouse? Raze, man, that’s punishable by death if we’re looking at following the rules. What the fuck was she thinking?”
“That’s the problem, Hero. She wasn’t thinking. She thought she was bringing us a gift on a silver platter instead of a bigger fucking headache. She didn’t even a have a clue who the bitch was or is to those assholes, but she brought her here anyway. What if she’s an old lady or one of their whores? We’ll be at war for this, and we’re not ready to strike back yet. Maj may have single-handedly delivered our heads on a platter to them if she’s important enough to them.”
Shaking my head in disgust and frustration, I don’t even know what to say to Maj’s deception. She has a good heart most of the time, but even a dumbfuck doesn’t bring in an enemy without telling Raze first. She may have just prematurely painted a new target on our back unknowingly.
“What do you want to do, Raze?” Ratchet asks. “Do you want me to handle the bitch?”
“My wife put her under her protection. We’re fucking stuck with her for the time being. The only thing we can do is keep her under lock and key and watch her 24/7. Have Hot Shot strip everything out of her room that she could use to communicate. Any requests she makes come through me and no one else. I want this bitch watched at all times. Maj offered her a job at the salon so we need to have a brother stationed there at all times. She doesn’t take a shit without one of us there watching,” Raze tells us. “Hero, I want you to assign Slider to be her shadow. He takes her out and brings her back home. He’s good at being invisible and we need that. “
“Do we get to at least play with her?” asks Dirty, one of our oldest members. He’s a perverted bastard when it comes to the women. Most of the girls stay away from his eclectic tastes. “We could use some new pussy around here. The regulars are getting a little too worn out for my tastes. My dick doesn’t even touch the sides of their pussies anymore. My third leg needs some new friction.”
“No, she is off-limits. Don’t let on that we know she’s friendly with the enemy. Hero, you might try getting some of the girls to be buddy-buddy with her to see if she’ll talk. “
“I’ll talk to Ruby, Prez. She’ll be on board with it.”
“Well, gentlemen, I guess it’s time Hero and I go check on our new house guest. One more thing, watch what you say around her. Club business talk shuts down as soon as she steps foot in the room, you got it?”
“Yes, Prez,” the group collectively murmurs. Slapping a hand to my back, Raze and I leave Church. Heading up the stairs, we walk past my room and stop at one of the smaller rooms at the end of the hall. I stop him before he opens the door.
“Raze, are you serious about keeping this woman here? She’s a liability if Twisted Tribe finds out she’s here,” I say. I don’t mean to open the can of worms Maj brought home again now that Raze seems reasonably calm, but I need to ask. “Is this a smart move for our club with the other chapters PMSing about the cut situation?”