Cherry: Oath Keepers MC Page 4

  A snort escapes Torch. He has a daughter and I’ve heard him mention time and again that his daughter is full of boy drama too. “I feel for you, brother.” He shakes his head, taking a swig of his liquor.

  “That ain’t all,” Nightmare continues. “Fucking jack-off principal has mentioned expelling Mav for the remainder of the year. Dickwad says my boy’s crossing boundaries by kissing multiple girls at school.”

  “What the fuck?” Mercenary bursts, folding his arms over his chest.

  “Who the hell is this? Maybe a few of us should pay the principal a visit and remind them that we’re big supporters of the local schools. Hell, their Christmas program wouldn’t happen if it weren’t for the private donations we make. Too many Oath Keeper club brats go to that damn school.”

  Nightmare stabs his cigarette out, running his hand through his crazy hair. I understand now why he looks like he hasn’t slept. He’s worried about his son getting in trouble and possibly losing his education. “She’s some feminist, man. I don’t understand the world right now, women acting crazy. Don’t they realize that most of us worship their asses? That we want to protect them and help them? I’m seeing more and more act like we’re the bad guys, wearing vagina hats and shit. They don’t need to wear ‘em. I gladly eat pussy and adore my ol’ lady.”

  Torch lets out a growl. “I know exactly who the fuck you’re talking about. She’s given my daughter shit about me dropping her off on my bike in the mornings. She’s new this year, real uppity bitch, came from a big city.”

  Blaze coughs. “Is she hot?”

  Both men turn their gazes to my cousin and glower. Neither say a word, so we all know what that means. Blaze grins. “I see, so neither of you have fucked her then. Obviously not you, Nightmare, but Torch? You haven’t had her on your bike yet?”

  “No,” he grumbles, gaze flicking to the table. He does think she’s hot! I bet this attitude gets my brothers all wound up from not being able to bend the bitch over and show her how to be fucked.

  My mouth tilts up in a smirk. “Blaze.”

  “Yeah, O?” His grin remains in place, already knowing what’s coming his way.

  “How about you pay Miss Principal a visit. Take some flowers or even a cake, hell, I don’t fucking care, just something. Kindly remind the woman that we’re on her side and help fund that school’s projects.”

  “And if she decides not to listen?” He grins broadly enough to show teeth. Blaze no doubt loves this idea.

  With a huff, I reply sarcastically, “Then fucking her into submission would be my next move, but what the fuck do I know about what women need.”

  He snorts. “We’re a bunch of sexist pigs to her; I’m sure of it.”

  “She’s probably used to a bunch of pussy ass beta man-bitches and hasn’t had a full-sized cock in her life. Go show her we aren’t so bad, that we enjoy pussy on our heads too.”

  “And I’m tall too, so there’s that; I can hang pictures and reach shit in cabinets,” he mutters absently.

  We all bust out laughing; he’s been around way too many women if that comes to mind. Princess has whipped his ass into shape, being her personal security all the time. He tosses his drink back in one gulp, so I move on. “That’s settled. How was the last transport?”

  Sinner sits forward. “It went smooth. Ares sent 2 Piece with me to deliver the explosives.” One thing my brother has done right over the years is becoming as close to Ares as he has. Ares is the other Oath Keepers’ chapter president in this area. Having 2 Piece assisting with the weapons is smart as well. He’s in good with the Russians and knows his weapons. With him handling that side, you won’t have to worry about getting ripped off or shot or both.

  “Why in the fuck do the Chicago MC need explosives run in the first place?” Chaos wonders aloud. He wasn’t here for that meeting, so I understand his confusion.

  “Chicago chapter was taking them the rest of the way up to New York.”

  “New York?” Chaos echoes.

  “From what’s been passed through the grapevine, I guess there’s a war brewing in New York. The Italians and Irish are at each other’s throats again. The famous Vendetti family is keen on taking over New York, even the small parts the Irish like to claim. You know Italians, always wanting to be at the top of the food chain.”

  He whistles. “Not good.”

  “Not at all. The Russians are cool with the Italians right now, and one of them is also really close with the head of the Irish mob. If they aren’t careful, they could end up stuck right in the middle of the entire blow up.”

  “Fuck,” the older brother mutters and shakes his head.

  My thoughts exactly. We do a lot of business with the Russians and with the Italians in Chicago. This is not a war I want our club to be dragged into eventually. There are way too many key players involved that there’s a chance none of us would come out on the other side. Hopefully the fuckers wise up sooner rather than later.

  “When’s the next shipment?”

  Sinner’s charcoal gaze lands on mine. “Nomads are riding hot through Canada with our trucker as we speak. They should be at the border in four hours. Chicago chapter is meeting them to pick up half of the load then they’ll be back here in about two days’ time. We’re moving right on schedule.”

  I release a breath as some tension I was holding onto finally begins to leave my shoulders. I’m so damn glad this was all in motion before I put Viking out on his ass. Hopefully, he’ll be back before the next delivery needs to be set up. I don’t know if his contact would work with me alone. Maybe if Exterminator vouches for me. The Nomads know I would never betray my brother or the club. MC life has been ingrained into me my entire life, first from Jekyll and then from my brother.

  “Good. Keep on top of it,” he grunts, sitting back but I’m not finished with him just yet. “Spider’s tracking the rig, right?” He’s still a Nomad with Exterminator, but his home away from the road is here and he helps with everything technical. We never would’ve taken the Iron Fist’s MC down without him, that’s for sure. The fucker’s smart, way smarter that most of the brothers realize.

  “Spidey’s on it, brother. If anything happens, I’ll go after the motherfuckers myself if needed.”

  Saint grins manically, “And I’ll ride with Sin. I could use a new sacrifice.”

  A few of us snort and Chaos chokes on his shot. Every brother at the table’s witnessed the way Saint “sacrifices” and it’s enough to shake the worst of us up. The fucker is full-blown crazy train when he starts feeling cooped up. Even his ol’ lady, Jude, can’t calm that side of him, not that she really wants to anyhow. I swear the bitch is twisted when it comes to her men, Saint and Sinner.

  “That’s settled then.” I clear my throat, rubbing my sweaty palms down my jeans. I’ve held church for my brother before, but this is different. In the past, it’d been with Viking’s blessing because he was on the road; this time, it’s for the benefit of the club. “Moving on, Vike had previously brought up opening the doors to potential prospects.”

  “Good, I won’t have to clean the bar up after you fuckers,” Blaze comments.

  “If you have someone in mind, this week will be the time to bring them by.”

  Nightmare rumbles, “You don’t think we should wait for Prez to be back on this? He’ll rip out your ass, kid, if he’s not happy about it. Then he’ll most likely kill the sorry fucker who’s trying to prospect.”

  Mercenary speaks up, his arm muscles bulging with them crossed tightly over his wide chest. The guy’s built like a fucking tank. He doesn’t take any shit either, fit right in when he transferred from the Chicago chapter. “Then we’ll have to sway the Prez. Odin has every right to continue with club business.”

  Night glares at the younger man a few seats down. Torch and I sit on either side of my brother, but Nightmare is right in the next spot, per the food chain around here. I may be the VP and Torch my brother’s oldest friend, but Nightmare has the closest current
friendship to Viking out of anyone at the table. “I fuckin’ know that, Merc. Keep in mind, I’ve been riding with his stubborn ass a lot longer than you. We all know if Prez is pissed when he comes in, he’ll clean house. The first motherfucker to go will be the new guy.” He tilts his head at the last part.

  Mercenary’s the newest patched member now. He’s been an Oath Keeper for a while, but to this club, he’s the lowest on the totem pole. Adding in a few prospects could go either way and if Viking catches wind that Mercenary was the first to speak up in support, well, it may not be a picnic for him either.

  Mercenary smartly keeps his mouth shut, but Torch turns to me. Growing up, I always thought he was the scariest asshole out there besides my father and brother. He has this way of looking through someone, like they’re already dead to him. I feel for the idiot who finally attempts to date his daughter. “Nightmare’s right, but we already voted on this. I say bring them in. If they end up being worth a shit, then one less thing Viking will have to deal with. He’d delegate it to us anyhow and then give final approval.”

  Torch rarely disagrees with Nightmare, but I catch Night nodding in my peripheral vision. They’ve grown to mutually respect each other over the past few years. It was touch and go when we first merged clubs, but both sides have proved themselves and their loyalty to the Oath Keepers MC.

  Waiting a beat, I give everyone else a moment in case they want to weigh in on it as well. They say nothing, so I take it as they’re in agreement or else don’t want to verbally support whatever ends up being the wrong decision. “Like I said, if you have anyone in mind, bring them this week. If not, we’ll play it by ear.”

  Adding more smoke to the small room, Smokey puffs on his cigarette. The Marlboro hangs from his lips as he rasps, “How about some more club sluts?”

  I don’t know how this guy’s still the treasurer, let alone fucking women at his age. He’s gotta be pushing eighty. His wrinkly old ass looks like it anyhow.

  My eyes begin to sting as the carbon monoxide toxins float closer. I’m used to the brothers smoking, but in here it’s like a damn hotbox. Someone should put me out of my misery and light a fucking joint already. “You still get it up, old man?” I grin his way and the others follow in the razzing.

  “Bet I can last longer than you, VP.”

  Ignoring his dig, I shrug. “I’m good with Cherry and Honey. Brothers?” I ask the table and they nod. Blaze mutters that he’ll always welcome more pussy.

  “’Course you are, VP. Cherry warms your bed more than any other,” Smokey replies.

  “Can’t help it if my cock’s bigger than all you fuckers.”

  “Bullshit,” Nightmare snorts.

  “All right then, we can test out a few club whores. No nasty bitches either. Make sure you tell them their asses are getting tested if they plan on fucking any of us. Anything else?”

  They all stare at me, so I slam the gavel down. They jump to their feet but not before I call out, “You fuckers have to tell Cherry and Honey!”

  It’s the least they can do; after all, it’ll be my and my brother’s skin if he’s not happy with the changes.

  Catching Odin on his way into the bar from church, I hand him his favorite beer before he makes it to a seat. “Hey sexy, I thought you might be thirsty.”

  “Thanks, Cherry.” He winks and tugs me to rest my ass against his firm thigh. His palm sits low on my belly, the touch igniting my need to feel him inside me all over again. He doesn’t fuck me much, but I suck his cock anytime he’ll allow me to. On the occasion he wants to be buried in my pussy, it’s what I’d imagine Christmas morning is to some people. I never had any of those fancy holidays but having Odin’s hot cum spurt deep inside is one of my favorite things for sure.

  Torch takes the seat beside Odin and I lean into his solid frame a bit more. Torch is really picky about women touching him, so I want to offer him as much space as possible. Blaze comes around the other side of the bar, setting a rocks glass of whiskey in front of Torch before turning his attention on me. His bright gaze twinkles, always a flirt, yet the blue’s a deeper shade than Odin’s.

  “Did our O tell you we may be getting some fresh meat around here?”

  I flick a coy glance back at Odin. He smirks but stays quiet. “No, he hasn’t told me. So, new brothers?”

  “Prospects,” Torch rumbles and Blaze cuts in.

  “And new hang arounds. We can never have too much unclaimed pussy running free around here. I’m making it my mission in this life to fuck as much as possible.”

  Swallowing, the beam stays rooted on my face. The last thing I want to do is smile, but I must keep face. If the brothers catch even a hint of us not being willing to share or get along with other girls, they give you the boot. I’ve been here long enough to just keep my mouth shut and ride through it. Sure, the brothers fuck the new chicks more than me or Honey when they arrive, but then they get tired of their shit and they get kicked out or the women figure out that this life isn’t for them. It stings, however, knowing that I’ll be sharing Odin again and soon. It’s been a while since he’d paid any attention to another club whore or piece of ass he’s found elsewhere and I’d like for it to stay that way.

  My throat grows tight, but I swallow the sensation, shoving it down with a sip of Odin’s beer. I can’t allow him to see that it bothers me or else he’ll never touch me again. I’ve known him long enough to have watched multiple women grow attached. He always makes it loud and clear that he belongs to no one and never will.

  The last chick who tried to stake some sort of claim on him, well, he fucked me in front of her. It was on her own bed to rub salt in the wound and then he told her to pack her shit and get out. Odin’s a bastard if you don’t take what he says seriously and who can blame him? He’s beautiful and the youngest Vice President in Oath Keeper history.

  Not only that, but his brother is a legend in the biker scene. Both men came from one of the meanest clubs in the south and got the original Oath Keepers to merge the two clubs. Odin’s a powerhouse, loyal to a fault and if anyone’s in his way, male or female, they get mowed over. I refuse to be the next casualty, especially not when each morning he’s the first person I think of when I wake up.

  With a chuckle, Odin squeezes my bicep. “Cherry’s a good woman. She doesn’t care about who’s getting their dick wet as long as the brothers are happy.”

  Torch’s brow jumps, and his head tilts as he stares me down. I swear the man can see straight through to my soul. Thankfully, he doesn’t say anything, but I know he can read me better than any of the other brothers. Blinking, I draw in a breath and with an exhale make sure my mask is firmly in place. “Of course, I want you guys happy.” That much is true and he’s right to an extent. I don’t care who’s fucking if I’m the one satisfying the VP.

  Licking his lips, Torch asks, “Did Odin tell you about Mercy coming into town?”

  “Oh yeah?” I say, concentrating on my voice not rising. I was up close and personal with him bouncing between her and me and other women. It was a disaster, or I should say she was. The woman is nothing but trouble.

  He was young when it all went down, so it was to be expected. I knew from the start he didn’t belong to me. Hell, I was enjoying the other brothers back then too. Odin didn’t begin to notice me until after I’d been sucking him off for about two years, alongside the other club whores. Once he started picking me over the others, though, I began to let my guard down. I was stupid to think I wouldn’t fall for someone so young. I should’ve known it’d end up being a brother to capture my heart; they’ve been the best thing to happen to my life.

  I’m stupid now for continuing to fall for the Vice President of the club. He’ll never be mine; I’ll always be the side chick—the whore.

  “Cherry?” My gaze snaps to Blaze as his voice calling my name finally breaks through my thoughts. “You okay, sugar?”

  “Yes! I’m just a bit tired. Sorry guys. What were you saying?” I direct toward him,
leaving it open for whoever was speaking when I was buried in my head. Even though I ask, I’m not sure if I really want to know what they were just saying.

  “We were placing bets on whether Mercy May will stop by for a quick fuck with our VP here, or if she’ll go straight to Spin’s.”

  I cringe inside, remembering her last visit. She was such a hot mess, screaming out in the parking lot, creating a scene. With tears rolling down her face, she’d yelled for everyone to hear that Odin had knocked her up and then dumped her when he’d found out. Eventually, she admitted it was a lie when Spin showed up, ready to murder Odin. He’s fiercely protective of his younger sister. The woman’s nothing but drama, doing whatever she can to randomly stir up trouble with Odin. I don’t think she ever fully got over him and that I can’t blame her for. However, it doesn’t give her any right to keep messing with his life.

  And it doesn’t mean I want her ass back here, ever.

  “Not that it’s any of my business, but I just hope she doesn’t pull the same thing as last time.”

  Odin grumbles his agreeance behind me and Blaze snorts. “No kidding, that chick is bad news.” I’m obviously not the only one who is tired of her stirring the pot.

  Torch shrugs. “I heard she’s cleaned up her act. She’s supposedly a different person now, but who knows.”

  Of course, she is...that’d just be my luck. I’m sure she’s dyed her old black and blue streaked locks with the rocker haircut to sunny blonde, probably took her face and twat piercings out and wears knee length dresses now. Odin will be thrilled to see his old conquest go good girl after having her heart broken by him.

  Pulling another sip from Odin’s ice-cold beer, I set it to the side and lean up next to his ear. With a whisper, my lips barely graze his lobe. “Want me to take your mind off of it?” The last thing I want him worrying over is Mercy and what she’s up to next.

  His thumb brushes over my hardened nipples, a smirk back on his luscious mouth as he shakes his head. “I appreciate that, Cherry, but I have shit to do.”