Chapter 8 Havoc

We lost the BSMC members following us over thirty minutes ago and rode to an old motel on the outskirts of Vegas. A place that was loyal to the Feral Rebels and especially to our president, Hades. If we needed a place to crash or lay low, the doors were always open no matter the time of day or night. At the back of the property, hidden from the road, an old garage kept tools and junk and provided enough space to stash three motorcycles for the night.

The owner, Phil, locked the garage himself, handing over the keycard to our room and the code to the garage door. He changed it once a month for security, and I memorized the new one, passing the info to Gunner.

He’d been quiet since we separated from Slash. I could tell he was lost in his head and didn’t want to piss him off, but letting him go dark wouldn’t help any of us right now.

“You good?” I asked, pulling a smoke from the pack inside my cut and snapping my steel lighter open to light it.

“The fuck that supposed to mean?”

“You’re too fucking quiet, Gun.”

He shot me a frustrated look and scrubbed his hand down his face. “Didn’t like leaving any of those Serpents fuckers alive.”

That made two of us.

I walked to our room on the first floor, scanning around us to make sure no curious eyes were following our every move. At two in the morning, most everyone was asleep, and I didn’t see any motel room lights on.

“We’ll get ’em,” I replied, swiping the keycard for the room and stepping inside as it swung open. “They’re not gonna live after the shit they pulled. The whole fucking club is going down.”

Trafficking. Rape. Kidnapping.

I’d killed for less for the club and wasn’t opposed to going vigilante and fucking them all up, taking them out one by one so they knew death was pounding on the fucking door.

“I got an idea.” I shut the door behind him after he followed me inside. “Gonna run it by Hades first, but I think he’ll be on board.”

“For what?” Gunner leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest, giving me that shrewd, steely-eyed gaze that most men squirmed under—well, not any of our brothers, but mostly everyone else.

“Xenon.”

His arms dropped. “Damn.”

I shrugged. “The Tonopah Bastards have always had our back. Hades and Grim went to the same high school. They’re tight. No reason to think we can’t ask for their help.”

“True.”

“I don’t know shit about how things have gone down in Vegas or the whole damn state of Nevada. We’re too far removed in Ohio for Void to be effective.”

Void was our tech guy, an experienced hacker, forger, and computer genius.

“Good point. If anyone can tell us about the Bladed Serpents, it’s the Royal Bastards.”

We had territory we claimed in the Vegas area for the FRMC, but that was only because we had an understanding with Grim and the Tonopah chapter. Hades kept his word and didn’t fuck with that relationship, keeping a tight watch on Vulture.

“You think it’s true?” Gunner asked, lighting up a smoke and taking a long drag.

“About the Tonopah chapter?”

He nodded.

“Don’t know. Hades and Grave have been tight-lipped about it, but I don’t think it’s a joke.”

We’d heard the Tonopah Royal Bastards were fucking reapers. As in actual grim reapers with ghostly faces and scythes that cut away souls. Some dark shit, for sure.

“I heard they reap the souls of the wicked.”

Interesting. “You think we could get them to come reap all those fucking assholes in the Bladed Serpents?”

“Why not? Angel Mackenzie, too. Don’t wanna forget that cocky motherfucker.”

I stubbed the butt of my cigarette in the ashtray on the only table in the room before picking up my phone and sending a few texts to Hades, checking in and letting him know my idea.

Gunner ticked his chin toward me. “I’m texting Slash the room number and the garage code.”

Good. He’d bring Molly as soon as it was safe.

My gaze bounced around the room as I waited for Hades to reply. We had two queen-sized beds, extra blankets, and pillows, and I was already wondering how the sleep arrangements would be made. If I had any say, I wanted to share the bed with Molly. Let Gunner and Slash fight over the other one.

“You thinkin’ about her?” Gunner asked with a growl.

Wait. Was he jealous over a girl none of us fucked yet?

“Gun, you know she’s gonna let me give her my dick first.”

Sure, I said that shit to rile him up. It was fun, and I was fucking bored, waiting on shit to get interesting, and it would once Slash and Molly arrived.

Gunner pushed off the wall, stomping toward me as his brows drew together. “Cut the shit, Havoc.”

My lips twitched because I knew I hit a nerve. “Yeah, you want her. She’s fucking gorgeous, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

That girl shook us all up, and finding her about to be sold had pissed us all off. Even now, I fought the rage that wanted to overtake me again. But I let it roll off my shoulders, refusing to let the fury control me until I had the opportunity to unleash my havoc on those sick fuckers.

And now I wanted to spill blood before the reaping began and the Tonopah RBMC finished what I started.

“You need to get laid, or your cock is gonna forget how to work.”

He cracked his neck and glared. “Stop pissing me off, Havoc.”

I smirked. “Don’t pretend I don’t give you a chub. I’m your fucking best friend, and if you liked dick, I’d be your boy toy.”

He snorted. “You don’t like dick either.”

Hell no. “I love pussy, brother.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “You fucking man whore.”

I didn’t deny it. Although, after seeing Molly, I could get down with the idea of being with only one woman. Shocking, but true.

“If you want her, we could share.”

He arched a brow. “That’s your thing with Slash.”

Not lately. Slash and I used to share women often, but he hadn’t been interested for over a year, not since he met Molly. I snickered. “We could all share her. I bet she’d be down with it.”

“Not every woman you meet is a cut slut, Havoc.”

I knew that. Kinda.

“Then we ask her.” I shrugged. Seemed simple enough for me.

Gunner laughed. “Try it. I wanna see how hard she hits you.”

“I hope she does so I can spank her for it. Can you imagine her naked on all fours, taking me deep in her pussy while she sucks you off?” I shivered, adjusting my cock as it grew hard. “A spit roast.”

“Christ.” Gunner shook his head. “Stop fucking talking.”

But I couldn’t stop thinking about Molly.

Slash’s description didn’t do her justice. She was the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. I wanted to tell her that right before I kissed her, but after that shit show with the Bladed Serpents, I knew I had to wait for the right time.

I might be fucking with Gunner, but I was worried about Molly’s mental state after what she went through and felt a bit guilty for thinking with my cock for the last hour. Aside from leading the BSMC away from the alley where Slash had gone to hide, she’d been all I could concentrate on.

My phone vibrated, and I checked the screen. “It’s a go,” I announced as Hades answered my text. “Pres said he’d call Grim to fill him in and send Xenon’s contact info to me.”

“Good.”

A knock at the door signaled Slash had arrived. Two raps. Pause. Three raps. Our code.

I opened it, stepping back to let Slash and Molly enter.

She was so goddamn beautiful with that curtain of long silky hair gleaming with copper in the light. I wanted to sink my fingers into the strands and wrap them around my fists.

I grew harder thinking about sliding my hand down her back, over those soft waves, until I caressed her naked skin. I wondered how tightly she’d grip my cock when I entered her.

She caught me staring, and her soft breasts rose and fell, betraying the rise and fall as her breathing accelerated.

“Get her over to the bed,” Gunner barked.

For a second, she was all I could think about as she nearly tripped into my body, her soft skin brushing against my arm. The way her body swayed against mine and her warmth invaded my personal space, bringing a hint of fresh citrus.

“She’s dead on her feet,” Slash rumbled, closing the hotel room door until it clicked. “Molly needs rest.”

I didn’t have to ask what he meant—hands off.

FUCK. MOLLY ALMOSTfell.

My arms shot out, and I caught her, scooping under her knees to bring her to the bed farthest from the door. I told myself it was to keep her protected, to prevent anyone else from traumatizing this sweet young woman, but my hands refused to release her once I placed her down, trailing down her long legs to her boots. I reached for the zipper on the first one, slowly dragging it down the back of her calf before slipping it off her foot and placing it on the floor. I removed the second one and set it beside the first.

Her hazel eyes, more green than blue in the off-white lighting, fluttered. She was exhausted. After the adrenaline dump, I suspected she would sleep for a long while. We wouldn’t be leaving with the sunrise. I didn’t mind the reason for our delay. We wouldn’t be rushing out of here before she felt rested enough to make the journey to Ohio.

I texted Hades while we waited for Slash and Molly. He agreed the club would protect her.

He also mentioned that Slash asked first.

“Lift your bottom,” I ordered as she obeyed, and I pulled back the comforter. When she sank back against the mattress, I covered her, tucking the material tightly around her slender figure.

Havoc snickered.

Slash tilted his head to the side, staring at me.

I flipped them both off as Molly’s eyes closed.

They didn’t need to concern themselves with what I wanted or planned to do. I was keeping my distance from Molly.

She wasn’t mine. She wouldn’t ever be mine. The sooner I forgot about her, and we sorted this shit, the better.

There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind that she’d never want to be with an old biker like me. Hell, I was already getting too much gray and white in my beard. I had a son about her age, for fuck’s sake. Devin would fucking laugh at me for considering being with a woman this young.

Anger stirred in the pit of my stomach and mixed with sour regret. The bitterness of the life I had led and the consequences of my choices left me at odds with the whispered longings deep in my heart. A part of my black soul yearned to be touched by her sweetness, to be renewed and redeemed by her love.

Stupid. I’d gotten too sappy in my old age. Too fucking whimsical. My brothers would tease me if they knew the desires I secretly harbored.

Just get her safely back to the clubhouse, find her somewhere to stay and out of town, and walk away.

Molly was too fucking tempting. There had to be someone who would take her in. We’d deal with the BSMC and Angel Mackenzie and then we could be rid of her.

After we dropped her off with family or friends, we could move on. Forget about Molly. Head to Hocking Hills and back to the clubhouse where life was fucking simple, and there wasn’t the drama and bullshit like Vegas. I hated the city of sin. I didn’t fucking patch into that chapter for a reason.

All I needed was an empty stool at the bar where I could drink in peace, forget those big hazel eyes, and pretend that perfect, curvy body never existed.

My heart couldn’t take another hit. Losing Tina and Becky gutted me. I’d fucking go crazy if anything happened to my son. There was no room in my heart to let anyone else inside.

Devin was almost the same age as Molly. I had him young, right out of high school, and married his mother because that was the right thing to do. But she didn’t love me, and I didn’t love her, not as anything more than a friend.

When she died in that car accident, I felt guilty for not trying to make our marriage work and all the times she said she didn’t care if I slept with other women. Tina had never been faithful to me either. When we conceived Becky, I demanded a paternity test to be sure.

That was the beginning of the end.

I hated that she took Becky with her to the store the day of the accident. Hated the young teen driver who ran a red light and crashed into them, ripping both of my girls from my life. That hate had festered for years before I finally conquered it.

Those were dark days.

Just another reason I had nothing to offer Molly.