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  “Where we headed?” I turn toward Ares. He looks bigger and more imposing in the confined area of the car. He pushes his seat as far back as it will go and leans it back some.

  “Drive toward College Station, there’s a turn off right before you get to town and that greasy little spic should be there.” Ares’ ex-old lady left him for a Mexican so he’s grown hatred toward them all. I see him eyeing one of the strippers when she comes into the clubhouse to party sometimes. I don’t think he realizes she’s Mexican, so it’s kind of ironic. I’m going to laugh my ass off when he figures it out though.

  “Right.” I lean back and give her some gas. I turn up some Five Finger Death Punch – ‘House of the Rising Sun’. It doesn’t take us long to reach our destination, I was hauling ass the whole way after all. Thank fuck for my radar detector, it’s saved me a few times. I do wonder though if the five-oh would have a hard time catching me in Loretta, it almost makes me wanna try it. Almost, 'til I think about the jail time I’d do with my prior assault charges.

  I follow Ares to the back entrance of a fuckin’ dump of a house. It looks like if a good wind blew through, half the house would blow away with it. Ares kicks the door in straight away and charges inside. Okay, I guess we are getting straight to it. Good, no pussy footin’ around. I charge in after him with my Glock out; you never know when a fucker will pull his piece on you. The greasy little fucker takes off running. Ares snatches him around the neck straight up off the ground and throws him on the floor. He lands, sprawled out on his back. I walk quickly over and put my boot in the middle of his chest and train my Glock on his head. I’d put a bullet in his head in a heartbeat, I don’t like fuckin’ around when it comes to this shit. Most of these fools are tweaking on something so you never know what they may try to pull.

  “Hey you fuckin’ spic, where the fuck you get the guns you sellin’ to everybody?” Ares booms out. Ahh, this is about sellin’ on our territory. I bet Prez flipped the fuck out when he heard someone was supplyin’ guns in the area. He likes to be the only provider around here and squashes anyone who may be competition quickly.

  “Look, Vato, I promise I don’t know what the fuck your talk-talkin’ bout!” Ares nods at me and I give the idiot a swift kick in the ribs. God, that felt good. Hopefully he holds out for a while so I can fuck him up. I have to get some of this anger out. Ever since London fucking took off, I’ve felt ready to explode. No, forget about that bitch. I grin evilly down at the little roach and his eyes bug out.

  “That’s too bad, 'cause my brother here will just have to keep trying until I hear what I want to hear. You stupid fucks haven’t learned after all this time not to fuck with the Oath Keepers MC? When will y’all learn we are quick to come collect when someone crosses us? We do not play games.”

  “Look, I’m sorry, okay, I don’t know what you want me to say, I really don’t, ese!” He looks panicked, like he might piss his pants, and I start to outright laugh. I think my laughing scares him more because I see him starting to sweat. I put my gun back into my side holster and unsnap my knife. It’s about eight inches long and one of my favorite methods of information extraction. I pull my blade out and admire it in front of my body. The Mexican has a clear view of it and I grin as I turn it over a few times in my hands. His eyes widen further when he sees me start to move. I don’t give him a chance to think, I just drive it straight down into his thigh. I miss his artery but twist my blade inside. Yeah, that’s gonna cause some damage. If Twist were here he would be nodding his approval and telling me to keep twisting the knife.

  “ARGHHHHHH. Chupame la verga pinche panocha!” he screams out and glares at me.

  “Oh? Cain, I think our boy here wants you to suck his dick, and he says you’re a fuckin’ pussy.”

  “That right?” I look to the little Mexican piss ant and he’s sweating like crazy, shaking his head. I guess he didn’t think we’d know any Spanish. I smile big.

  “Let’s see what we can do with what you have in your pants, eh? I’m sure it’ll come off easily with my blade, and then we’ll see who the real pussy is.”

  “No, please! Fuckin’ gringos! Okay, okay, okay. I’ll tell you what I know, okay? I didn’t get the guns. My homeboy bought them off some Russian. I think he’s like some Big Boss of something. He goes by the name of Gizya, real mean fuckers, those Russians. We already sold everything we got, I fucking swear, homie!” Ares nods at me. Bingo, we got everything we needed. I let my foot up off the little Mexican thug and put my knife away. He sighs in relief and starts to sit up slowly from the floor.

  “Oh, thank God!” he says and starts to relax; he doesn’t get to finish his sentence. There’s a loud noise as I sink a bullet in his head and shit splatters all over the nasty floor around him. His body flies back to the ground with the force of the shot. There are pieces of slimy-looking brain matter a few feet away from his body. I nod back at Ares and put my Glock away. Done.

  “Get the plastic out of the trunk and we will drop him at the ranch on the way home. I’m sure the pigs will like a snack.”

  “On it.” I go out to the trunk and get the thick plastic roll that’s meant for painting, and the duct tape. At least if we get pulled over we can use painting as an excuse, although we probably look more like serial killers. I’d be pissed if I got my car dirty, so the plastic is a must. After we dump the body with the pigs I turn up ZZ Top’s ‘La Grange’ and head back to the clubhouse.

  “Cain!” Prez yells from his office and I look up from my beer I’m nursing at the bar. He’s standing at the door way and waves me over. Hmm, wonder what this is about. I hope he’s not pissed we fed the pigs without tellin’ him first. Even when I was growing up, I’ve always been bad about doing what I wanted before checking in with anyone.

  “Yeah, Prez, what’s up?” I ask when I walk into his office. It’s pretty small. Enough room for a small blue couch, his old wood desk and a big safe. He has a black banged up file cabinet shoved into the little closet area. The floors are all stained concrete through the whole compound. Easy clean up and it’s more guy approved.

  “Hey, brother. Ares filled me in on what y’all found out from the spic. I talked to him already 'bout it. I want y’all to ride up with him to Tennessee after your next fight is over. Get this shit settled with the Russians. I’m gonna see if I can get in touch with this Gizya guy and see if we can set something up. If he wants to sell guns, I’d rather see if we can reach a deal instead of all these little fucks comin’ in on Oath Keepers’ territory. You feel me?” I’m actually surprised this wasn’t discussed in church, but I guess it couldn’t wait 'til Wednesday night.

  “Of course it’s no problem. I never mind helpin’ Ares out. What do you need me to do up there?”

  “I just need you to back Ares up if he needs it. Just like usual. He knows what I expect of him. I’m gonna send Twist, Capone and 2 Piece with y’all too. That way if we have any issues, I know you guys can fuck some shit up if needed. Capone will know if the weapons are shit or not and can let Ares know if any deals are a no-go.”

  “'K, that sounds good. Where are we headed anyway?”

  “Knoxville, Tennessee, I believe. If it changes I’ll update y’all when I hear 'bout it. I need to stay here and take care of the other shit we got goin’ on. You know, I hate those long trips anyhow.” It’s like a knife to the stomach when he says Tennessee. I hold my breath for a few seconds, hoping the feeling will go away. I can’t believe I’m still thinking about London. Man, I need to get some pussy and forget about her. Two weeks and I’m still choking up, feelin’ like a piece of me is missin’.

  “Okay, anything else?”

  “Naw, man, you doin’ okay though? I know your chick took off and you’ve looked like shit lately.” Great, has everyone noticed? He always gets right down to the point, no sugar coatin’ that shit.

  “I’m good, getting my shit squared now to be ready for the fight. I was just 'bout to go check out some pussy after this.” He smiles and claps
me on my back as we walk toward the doorway of his office.

  “Good, good! Let me know if you need anything.” I nod my understanding and make my way out of his office.

  The President of the Oath Keepers MC is a broody fucker at times. I’ve seen him help his brothers when they need it but also gut a fucker and strip his patches off when they crossed him. I’d guess he’s probably around forty, maybe a little older. I think he has a son and daughter from an old marriage but they are never around. I heard from some of the brothers that Prez wanted his son to hang around the club with him, but I guess he won’t. At least that’s what the brothers gossipin’ like chicks are saying. He hardly drinks and is generally quiet. If he is talking a lot, you’re most likely not gonna enjoy what he has to say. London thinks he’s good looking for being older than us. He’s in really good shape, not built up but I’d bet there isn’t any fat on his body either. I know he’s got a mean right hook, I took one to the kidneys in the beginning and he fucked me up. I was pissing blood for a week straight. He’s got long, blond hair and is covered in tattoos. I wouldn’t be surprised if even his dick is tattooed.

  I go into the bar and look around. None of these club sluts holds a candle to London’s fine ass; but pussy’s, pussy. I have to get off this bitch already. I look at the slut with long, brown hair and wave two fingers in a come here motion. Her eyes light up like she just hit gold and I roll my eyes. She’s crazy to think I could get sprung on a club slut. Especially after my chick just took off. I’m not looking to lay claim on any more pussy, just want my dick sucked and maybe tear her snatch up for a few minutes.

  “Hey, Cain, can I do somethin’ for you?” she asks as she rubs her hand on my stomach.

  “Get on your knees and suck my cock.” I push her shoulders down until her knees hit the floor. She looks up at me and undoes my pants. My cock springs out and she’s goes straight to work, sucking me as far as she can into her mouth. I grab her hair as she bobs up and down on my cock. Maybe I can come if I turn her around and fuck her.

  I haul her up and she looks at me, turned on. I lean her front against the bar and push her head flat on the bar top. I grab a rubber out of my pocket and wrap my shit up. I hike her skirt up around her ass, grab her hips and sink in hard. She moans loudly, trying to draw any attention she can from the few brothers sitting in the corner of the bar. I pound in and out for a few minutes. Fuck, why is it taking me so long to come? Usually it’s even more of a turn on when I know I have a small audience, but it’s not doing anything for me. I start to imagine long, silky, straight, black hair down to the middle of her back. I palm the slut’s ass cheeks and picture them fuller like London’s and that does it. Finally I explode inside the condom. I feel like I just ran a marathon with how hard I was pumping in and out. I reach around to play with her clit for a few seconds and she gets off. She screams and moans my name loudly. I’m not a total dick; I always make sure the chick I fuck gets off too. I pull the condom off and tie it closed. Then I tuck my cock back into my boxer briefs and pants.

  “That was good, Cain. Wanna take this little party to your room?” She’s flushed, with a big smile. The bitch licks her lips like it’s gonna turn me on further. She’s just a random fuck, I’m not trying to spend any extra time or give her a replay. There’s only one chick I want to fuck multiple times and she’s about fifteen hours away right now.

  “Nope, I’m straight, thanks.” I smack her ass and walk to my room. I get directly into the shower and wash off. God, I miss London. I could never get enough of her. I need to call her when I get to Tennessee and make sure she’s doing okay. Make sure she doesn’t need anything, and I’m sure Twist will want a chance to see her too.

  One and a half weeks ago…

  “Cain, brother, you’re gonna fuck your back takin’ that new bike all the way to Tennessee,” 2 Piece says as he loads his saddlebags on his bike.

  “Naw, man, I’ve gotten so used to driving this baby, I don’t want to leave her.” My other bike’s a great bike too but I love this Harley Iron 883. This bike has so much more power and fewer mechanical issues than my old blue Harley.

  “Whatever, man, it’s your bones all for that beauty! When you get older you’ll learn.”

  “Yeah, yeah, old man, get on your old man bike and let’s roll,” I rib him a little since he’s giving me shit.

  “Fuck you, I’m only like five years older than your ass, and I’m still better lookin’!” He chuckles and I laugh. He does have pussy flocking to him left and right so maybe he is better looking. I just mess with a club slut occasionally. I have to think of London to get off or else it takes me forever or my dick gets limp. Never thought in a million years I’d be a limp dick when I couldn’t get a certain cunt. I strap a few things down and sling my backpack on. I hate how saddle bags look so I just use a black backpack. The guys all load their shit up and Ares gives us the go.

  As soon as I’m able to jump off my Harley, at the motel in Knoxville, I text my baby.

  Me – Hey baby. I’m in Knoxville for a week. r you here at the college?

  Me – Come on and talk to me London. Twist is here 2 and wants to visit you

  Baby – Cain? Why are you in town? Is it just you and Twist or all of your brothers?

  Me – Hey baby

  Me – Twist 2 pce Capone & Ares

  Baby – Okay I can meet you at a coffee shop called A Sip of Heaven by the college?

  Me – K

  Cameron

  Chapter 4

  Two months ago…

  “London, you’re not telling me everything. You were just dreaming and said his name over and over. Who is Cain?” We’ve only been seeing each other for a little while. My best friend is in love with her best friend so naturally we gravitated toward each other. I’m game to get laid whenever it’s convenient and they’ve been staying at our house since London arrived in Tennessee. I look at her and she looks guilty.

  “He’s no one, just a guy I was seeing a while back.” She’s vague about it as if he’s some random person. I’m not buying it though, the way she was saying his name was like she had lost a limb or something. I’ve always been kind of jealous; blame it on being the spoiled only child. I usually just hook up and not date too much because of this reason. I cannot stand dealing with the drama of relationships, wondering what they are doing, where they are, etc. London is different though, I can tell already. I give her a sympathetic look and hope she will just admit whatever she’s evading.

  “Dumplin’, you sure? You said his name quite a few times, you’re not in any trouble like Emily was, are you? Thank fuck Tate finally caught that jackass ex of Emily’s! God knows I will not put up with any issues like that. Tate’s obviously a better man when it comes to that stuff. She puts on a small smile and blinks a few times.

  “Yes, I’m good, I swear it. Look you have to hurry or you’ll be late to your class.” She gestures to the clock and I roll my eyes. I’m so sick of going to these stupid fucking classes. Almost done, almost done. I would just skip but my father has a coronary if I’m not in all of my classes, every single class. I wish he would just chill out; I’m almost finished with this stupid business degree he insisted I get. He acts like he’s doing me this huge favor by signing the businesses over to me. I don’t even want to run his stupid hotel chain. Luxury or not, it’s not my life goal to be a hotel heir.

  I walk into my walk-in shower. I love this shower so much, with six jets shooting out from different spots along the wall. I soap up and run my hands over my abs. I need to make a trip to the gym. My alarm starts to ding and I jump out to get dressed. I throw on my red polo shirt and khaki shorts. I’m going to have to trade in my beloved khakis for my jeans soon as it’s getting cold in the evenings here. I spread product in my hair and make my way into my room. London’s lying on the bed in a pair of teal lace cheeky panties and a black tank top with no bra. She looks hot. I wish I had time to have her suck my dick before I have to leave, later for sure. I bend down and giv
e her a wet chaste kiss on her forehead. I noticed Emily loves when Tate does it, so I figured I’d start doing it to London too. She glances up at me with a sweet little smile. I grin back and pinch her ass cheek.

  “Laters,” I say and make my way to my door. I look back at her again.

  “Bye, Cam! Have fun in class!” she says and winks at me. I flip her off and walk out. I hear her laugh out loud and I shake my head. She knows how much I hate these classes and she tries to rub it in as much as possible. Looks like everyone else is gone, we all keep missing each other before classes. I grab a protein bar and head to my little black Porsche. It’s time to upgrade to a Maserati.

  My classes were boring like always. I wish I could do something I actually enjoy and want to learn. I might be a little more motivated to go and really pay attention to the work. I meet Tate at the gym per our routine, so we can get some training in.

  “Hey, how’s it going?” I say to Tate when I see him in the locker room. Niko’s with him. Tate rarely goes places without his bodyguard. Being a Boss and all he’s always worried about someone taking him out. I acknowledge Niko with a nod.

  “'Sup, Niko?”

  “'Sup, Cam,” Niko says and gives me chin lift. Tate stands up and walks to the sink as he talks.

  “It’s going. Glad this shit is handled with Emily and I know she’s safe, you know?” Tate says and begins to shove his gym stuff into a locker and locks it. I walk up next to him.

  “I hear you, that’s some crazy shit he pulled in her apartment. I was so upset London had that gun, she could have shot Emily or hurt herself,” I say as we make our way to the leg weights. Tuesdays and Thursdays are straight leg days. Niko follows us and Tate speaks louder over the music playing in the gym.

  “Speaking of that, I asked Em to move in but she says she can’t leave London behind. Do you care for London or is it just fucking?” he asks and looks at me curiously.