CHAPTER THREE

– HEATH –

The clubhouse is busy with members drinking while enjoying music and conversations. Two of the sweet-butts throw their tits out and rise from their seat when Hayden and I saunter into the room.

Chèrie is the first one to reach us. She's a sweet-butt who's been coming to the clubhouse to fuck brothers for about five months now. Hayden has fucked her, and as we always make them believe; she thinks she had us both. Yet, it was just my twin who dicked her twice.

She's been trying to get more action, but we don't do seconds. Certainly not when one of us has hit the chick already.

"Go away," I grunt before she so much as utters a single word.

She flutters her lashes. "Oh, come on now, Hayden–"

"Not Hayden." I throw a thumb over my shoulder. "That's him and we're heading out. Besides, it's no either way and you know it."

Even if she would've addressed me with the correct name I still would have said it wasn't me. My twin and I are carbon copies and it's hard for anyone but our parents and close friends to tell us apart. Though, if people are perceptive, they would see that Hayden has a tiny cut in his eyebrow, and his hair is slightly darker than mine.

Chèrie shrugs. "I'll be right here if you guys come back and need anything I can offer you two."

Hayden smacks my back and states, "Didn't you get the memo? We're into celibacy for the time being. Which means we're done with easy pussy, Chèrie."

Her eyes go wide and then she giggles. The sound is rather annoying, as are the words she utters after it. "Yeah, right. You two fuck like rabbits and even have your one fuck each and done policy. There's no way either of you would give up a free blow job."

That's what I get for being polite and telling her we're leaving, but I'm done with this bitch.

Leaning into her personal space I growl, "Any blow job we've had, or will have is free, bitch. There is nothing special about an easy warm hole, and that's just it. We're done with easy."

"My brother is referring to any warm hole, pussy, mouth, or ass for that matter," Hayden snaps right next to me. "Acting all high and mighty with that rubber-smelling cunt of yours, due to all the brothers who fucked you today, isn't pretty. Neither is the dried cum right there." My twin swipes his thumb over the corner of his own mouth.

Chèrie huffs and spins around to get her ass as far and fast away from us.

"What lit her ass on fire?" Nat, the other sweet-butt, questions.

She cocks her hip out and hooks her thumb through a belt loop, letting her fingers dangle in front of her crotch. Her jean shorts are really fucking short and have holes in them. She could have ditched wearing any shorts. The red, long nails match the thong she's wearing, easily seen through the scrap of denim.

It doesn't so much as make my cock twitch. The thought of Bran, though? Yeah, I'd like to feel her pussy wrapped around me. For her, I'll make an exception to the ‘no more fucking' rule. Well, if we ever get to first base. Fuck. Just the scent of that woman made invisible strings pull me to her.

"Like what you see, hot stuff?" Nat croons.

I can barely snatch the sweet-butt's wrist to stop her from reaching for the boner that's tenting my jeans. "That's not for you. Not ever."

She jerks her wrist loose and cradles it in front of her chest. I barely touched the bitch and Nat's acting like I snapped her fucking wrist.

"Stop the drama and go hop another brother's cock. Lee looks kinda bored, go entertain him or something." Hayden places his hands on her shoulders and gently turns her, giving her a pat on the ass to get her moving in the right direction.

Hayden jerks his chin in the direction of the door and we head for our bikes.

As soon as we step outside he asks, "Dude, why the boner? You were staring into nothing, clearly thinking about something, all while earlier you put sex on hold. Explain."

I straddle my bike and place my forearms on the gas tank. "The chick Ma hired for the gym?"

"Yeah?" Hayden grins as if the fucker knows what I'm about to say. "What about her?"

I fall silent because I have no damn clue what to say.

"Ah." Hayden mirrors my pose. "Your interest is spiked and you're regretting your celibacy, eh?"

Rubbing my nose I grumble, "Something like that."

"Wait…that's the chick who headbutted you?" He barks out a laugh. "I heard Ma talk on the phone about it, but she glared at me when she caught me eavesdropping."

I wince. "Let me guess, she was talking to Aunt Lynn."

"Come on, give me all the details. It's unlike you to not share shit with me, brother."

Releasing a deep sigh, I think about where to start when both our phones indicate an incoming message. We both check and simultaneously curse. Without another word, we fire up our bikes and head for the Purple Bean.

Briggs is working tonight and he just threw a message in the group chat all members are in. He let everyone know that three members of that fucking rival MC, Derek's Quest, just stepped into the bar. I throw a glance over my shoulder and notice the headlights of all the brothers following us. No fucking way do we allow any member of a rival MC to step foot in our bar, or any of the properties we own for that matter.

Not every MC is considered an enemy, though. We work closely with a few, mostly Broken Deeds. We're also good with Lost Valkyries, Wicked Throttle, and Cowboy Bikers MC Lawmen. The last one because they also work for the government and Broken Deeds sometimes assists or advises them.

I hit the kickstand and take note of the rest of my brothers parking their bikes on my left. Hayden is right behind me when we enter. Thank fuck it's a slow night and there are only a handful of regular customers sitting at the bar.

Their eyes widen when me and my twin, along with our brothers, fill the space behind us. I jerk my chin toward the door and there are no words wasted; the regulars get up and instantly leave our establishment. Those rival MC fuckers though? They don't seem all that impressed. If anything, I'm getting the impression that they came here to provoke us instead of for a friendly drink.

"Neither your money nor your company is welcome here," Hayden snarls.

"Get the fuck out of our establishment. And if you're smart? You'll leave town tonight," I add.

We've done our research on the three fuckers standing in front of us. Derek Gage is facing us, the president. On the left of him is Dash, his VP, and on his right is Ned. As far as our information went, these three are the members of Derek's Quest.

Derek slowly shakes his head. "I don't think so. You might own this shitty bar, but this town is big enough to share."

"We don't share," Hayden and I grunt in sync.

Derek lifts an eyebrow. "No? I beg to differ with that double president patch you two are sporting."

"Last and final warning." I take a step forward. "Get the fuck out of here."

Dash pulls brass knuckles from his leather cut and shoots me a grin. "We're not going anywhere anytime soon."

I keep my face void of any emotion when I tell him, "Fuckers who need help to throw punches are like little dicks that can't get hard. Let me guess, you take little blue pills to get your cock fired up."

Any confrontation, any fight, any opponent, any situation I'm in? I study my opponent to get a good feel of what I'm facing. It's rare for me to strike first, and it's why I challenged the fucker to draw him out.

As expected, Dash swings his fist through the air in anger. Staying cool and collected allows me to dodge his fist and give the fucker a jab in the kidney. Hayden is fighting Derek and I'm sure someone else is handling Ned.

Right now, I'm fully invested in kicking this fucker's ass. A grunt rips from me when the fucker grazes my eyebrow. Dammit, I should have known better than to get distracted. My brothers always have my back.

I give the guy an elbow to the face and a kick to his stomach. I hiss at the sudden burning pain. Motherfucker just used a knife on me. In one smooth move, I have him by the wrist and twist it roughly. The turn of his body allows me to knee him in the face and he goes out like a light.

Hayden is holding a bloody Derek while Briggs is giving the asshole one final punch. Ned is lying face down and Yates has his boot pressed against his cheek to keep him there.

"Drag 'em out," I growl and grab Dash by his cut to drag him out of the bar.

Yates throws Ned into the dirt of the parking lot while Hayden and Briggs throw Derek on top of him. I still have a hold on Dash when I notice Pierce leaning against his truck.

"Prospect," I bellow and wait for his eyes to hit mine. "Come here and help us load these fuckers onto the back of the truck."

He jumps into action while Hayden shoots me a questioning look.

"We're gonna dump these idiots out of town so they get the hint," I tell them.

Chuckles flow through the air while we all work together. Using zip ties to hogtie them, we throw the three sacks of meat and bones into the back of the truck. We follow the prospect's truck until we come to a stop at the edge of town.

The three fuckers are glaring at us when we drag them out of the back of the truck and dump them onto the ground.

"Do we have some extra zip ties?" I question.

Hayden takes out his knife and glances around. "You wanna cut those loose and hook 'em up to something?"

"Yeah, to each other like a row of humping bunnies." I grin and my brothers chuckle.

Dash is the one closest to us and when we reach for him, he starts to fight. Briggs punches the fucker out and from the corner of my eye, I notice Hayden doing the same to Ned. Derek, however, doesn't fight but is calmly giving me a death glare.

Derek is on his knees, face down in the dirt. Dash is warming his back, arms wrapped around Derek's waist. Nat brings up the rear behind Dash locked in the same position. Hayden laughs and snaps a few pictures with his phone.

"You're going to regret this," Derek snarls while we're busy rearranging their bodies.

"Nope. This is all on you guys," I state. "You came into our territory and we gave you the chance to leave. We don't condone any drugs bullshit or whatever dirty business you brought to our town. This ends now. If we run into any of you again, we won't be using zip ties, but will have shovels in hand to bury the soup that will be left of your bodies."

"Half a day is all you get to get your shit and leave town," Hayden adds. "There, that's civil enough, eh?"

He places his boot against Dash's hip and kicks out, making the three men linked together fall onto their sides. We head for our bikes and ride back to the clubhouse. I'm tired as fuck and need to crash for a few hours.

Not yet, though. Once we're standing in front of church, I tell them, "We need to put the clubhouse on lockdown for the time being."

"There's no way these fuckers will leave without some retaliation," Hayden adds.

Kyan has his phone in hand. "I'll throw a message in the group chat so everyone's aware. Pierce, go make some coffee 'cause you have the first watch. Find that other prospect, Beck and make sure he takes the next shift."

I glance at the clock on the wall. "I'm gonna crash for about five hours."

"Me too," Hayden adds. "We both have appointments early at the shop, and we're getting a workout in before we have to be cooped up all damn day."

"We'll let you guys know if shit hits the fan," Kyan rumbles.

It takes effort to drag my tired ass down the hallway and into my room. Then more effort to clean the cut, which doesn't look too bad, and put a bandage on it. Finally, I get to kick off my boots and simply fall face-first into bed, slam my eyes shut and am out with my next breath.

An annoying pounding drags me from my sleep. It takes my brain a hot minute to process the fact that the pounding is coming from someone's fist hitting my door.

"Cut it out," I bellow, and add in a muted growl, "I'm awake."

Rising from the bed, I stride to the door and open it with a swing.

"What?" I grumble when I notice Hayden standing in front of me.

He's fully dressed and looks a lot better than me in yesterday's clothes.

"I let you sleep an hour longer 'cause I was up anyway." He steps inside my room while I start to peel off my clothes.

I head into the bathroom and leave the door open so I can wash up while he gives me an update.

"Austin reached out instead of Archer. They ran a background check and our cousin thought it was better that Austin gave the news, you know, as a former member."

I've handled my business, washed my hands, and splashed some water on my face while Hayden talked.

Wiping my face with a clean towel, I stroll into my bedroom and ask, "Is our cousin afraid his contract with the government will come in jeopardy if he's linked to this shit?"

"Yeah." Hayden chuckles. "It just so happened that a cop drove by a few minutes after we left those fuckers alongside the road. They didn't say shit, but the cop ran their fingerprints and their names popped up in the system. Ganza just ran the background checks and had their names flagged so if anything was linked to their name it would end up in Broken Deeds MC's mailbox."

"You're telling me they're hands off?" I question.

Hayden shrugs. "Austin said they can't interfere. He did give a warning, though, and I quote, ‘Derek's Quest MC might not be big in numbers, but they are nasty motherfuckers.' So, we should watch our backs and not create too many waves. You know, the kinda waves we made last night. Our cousin did promise backup if we'd manage to gather evidence the legal way."

"Fuck the legal way," I mutter. "As if our cousin and his club brothers handle everything correctly."

I grab a clean shirt from the closet and throw it on, adding a shoulder holster and my gun before I put on my leather cut.

"We're heading out to the tattoo shop together. Kyan is handling it here," Hayden states.

"Are we gonna work out first?" I question, suddenly wide awake and itching to see Bran again, which reminds me. "I have an appointment at seven and won't be at the club."

"What appointment?" Hayden asks while I grab the rest of my shit.

"Let's head out." I walk past him, but the fucker places a hand on my arm.

"Yo, hold up. What appointment?" he presses. "Why am I only hearing about some damn appointment now? Where are we needed at seven tonight?"

"Not we. I have an appointment." I come to a stop in the hallway and release a sigh before I face him. "Bran, the chick who gave me the headbutt. We agreed to spar at seven in the gym."

A grin slides across his face. "Spar is your new term for the word fuck? You know, for the sake of celibacy being sunshine and all." The fucker smacks my shoulder. "Proud of you, bro."

Shadow and sunshine? What the hell is he talking about? I roll my eyes and stomp out of the clubhouse.

Once I straddle my bike I snap, "No, asshole. We're gonna work out in the ring. An easy lay is as empty as your lungs after you blow a nut. It means shit and I'm done with it for now. Besides, we have a lot of other business to focus on now."

I don't wait for his reply and simply fire up my bike and head for the tattoo shop. We park around back of the gym. I don't wait for Hayden but rush through the back entrance to search for Bran. My first client of the day will be at the shop in less than thirty minutes. I don't have much time, and I can't explain it, but there's a deep craving to see her.

I rush past Lyla who is jumping rope on the mats. It's part of her routine as a warmup before she hits the bag to throw some punches.

When I glance around the space and come up empty, I ask, "Where's Brandee?"

Lyla comes to a stop. "Dee called that she's running late. She should be here within five minutes, though."

"Dee?" I murmur, remembering very vividly how she wanted me to call her Bran.

"Short for Brandee. At least, I think so since she used it when she called me earlier." Lyla shrugs and starts jumping in place again.

Maybe she uses Dee for others, who the fuck knows? I decide to let it go and swing by later. We have an appointment at seven, but like I said, I had a craving to see her. Fuck knows why, and maybe it's better that she's not here. Agitated, I stomp out of the gym. I almost run into a woman and when our eyes collide it's Bran I see, yet something is off.

"You don't smell right," I grunt.

The corner of her mouth twitches and one of her groomed eyebrows. "Are you saying I stink? Hayden or Heath, which charming son are you?"

I narrow my eyes, noticing the tiny loop through her nostril was on the left, now it's on the right. What kind of mindfuck is that? "You're you, but you're not you."

Those words have barely left my mouth when I hear a gunshot followed by the words, "Step away from the woman or I'll kill her right here, right now before I end you."

Anger hits me full force when I see Ned pointing a gun in our direction.

"Move slow and get behind me," I whisper.

Brandee glances over her shoulder and hisses, "Duck," and gives me a hard shove. I'm slightly off-balance and start to go down. I get a glimpse of movement behind Ned and watch a woman pull the trigger of the gun she's holding.

What the fuck? How in the hell can Brandee be in two places at once? Killing Ned by standing behind him while she's standing in fucking front of me as well?