Chapter Nine

Luc

I sat in the shadows, sipping on my whiskey, with the sounds of music and lively conversations filling the air, blending with the aroma of alcohol. The speakers blared out the music. The volume turned up to the max while I took in the room. The bartender immediately caught my attention, as her laughter echoed through the space in response to Gunny's words, creating a lively atmosphere.

Ever since that night when I discovered her watching me fuck Pixie outside against the picnic table, the woman has been actively avoiding any eye contact with me. In fact, she'd been keeping her head down, minding her Ps and Qs.

Which, if I wasn't mistaken, was against her nature.

Never pegged the woman as the polite, silent type.

Nope, the woman exuded an aura of mischief and danger, and I just fucking knew she was going to be the biggest pain in my ass.

And what a fine ass too.

I wasn't fucking blind.

The woman had a body for fucking and a mouth for sucking. I'd already thought of a hundred different ways to bend her to my will, as I shoved my cock in every hole she had. Since that night outside, the crazy bitch has been all I could think about. I wanted her tied to my bed, handcuffed to my desk, on her knees, ass in the air, mouth open wide. I wanted to spank that ass of hers until it glowed red hot under my touch. I wanted to break her until all she saw was me.

There was darkness in her that called to me. Like a moth to a flame, she was the first person I looked for and the last person I thought about. Somehow, she'd achieved the impossible.

She'd done what no other had ever been able to do.

She'd captured my full attention.

Maybe Logic saw her darkness too and that was why she was now on his radar. Problem was that the woman was good at hiding her shit.

She deflected like a pro.

And she handled herself well, almost like she was born to club life. Nothing fazed her. Not the brothers, the club whores, nothing. Would have thought she'd have run screaming for the hills, after killing that Los Santana , but the crazy bitch held her own and showed up the next day as if nothing was wrong. She didn't freak when she saw me treat Pixie like a whore. Instead, she sat there in the shadows and watched me like a hawk while I took what Pixie offered. I saw her desire, the need for her own release, and when I stood and shot my cum toward her, the crazy bitch sat there, holding my gaze, challenging me.

Knew she was trouble, and I was right.

Her laughter rang out again, and I frowned.

She was being a little too fucking friendly with Gunny for my tastes. Gunny was a good guy. A veteran, like the rest of my brothers, who quickly became a staple here and found himself at home in my club. On the nights Gunny had a little too much to drink, Ivy knew to escort him to one of the spare rooms we reserved just for veterans. I wasn't running a hospitality service, but a veteran would always have a home with me.

Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention while I watched Logic move out of the shadows, and wherever Logic was, I knew Indigo wasn't far behind.

Looking for what spooked my brother, I frowned when the college fucknut from last week walked into my club with his buddies. The ringleader leered at Anne as she served drinks as fast as the club patrons asked for them. The girl was quick on her feet and knew what the fuck she was doing.

In that regard, I had no doubt.

I wasn't lying when I told Indigo that the girl gave me no reason to worry. As far as I was concerned, Logic and Indigo were barking up a dead tree.

"Prez."

"I see them, Saint," I said, twirling my glass of whiskey.

Even in the darkness, I couldn't be alone.

Didn't matter where I was, I always had at least one brother at my back. Even in my own damn club, where they knew I was safe.

Watching as the fucknut approached the bar, I kept my eyes on Ivy.

The one disturbing one of my brothers.

What was it about her that had the most logical man I knew up in arms? I couldn't see it. All I saw was a young woman who did her job and kicked ass with the best of them. As far as I was concerned, she was innocent. Maybe a little fucking crazy for working in a biker bar, but she was solid and kept her fucking mouth shut.

Like I expected, Ivy didn't even flinch when the preppy-boy ordered a drink while his little buddies laughed, watching her every move.

The girl was cold as ice.

She let nothing rattle her. Hell, the first time I saw any kind of reaction out of her was when she took on five Los Santanas all by herself.

I finished off my whiskey, the warm burn lingering in my throat and I carefully placed the tumbler back on the table. My hand instinctively reached for the empty bottle, but its weight surprised me, or rather, the lack thereof. Getting to my feet, I sluggishly strolled over to the bar, oblivious to the bustling crowd around me. While I made my way behind the bar, discarding my empty bottle and grabbing a new one, the fucktard abruptly drew my attention.

"I'm gonna fuck that cunt's ass tonight."

I smirked at that.

That's what he thought.

"She hasn't even looked at you, Brandon. I don't think she likes you."

So, the fucknut had a name.

Fucking pussy bitch name if I ever heard one.

"Fucking bitch is just playing hard to get."

"Yeah, right."

"Trust me. I followed the cunt back to her apartment the other night. The place isn't far from here. Bitch gives me any trouble I will show her who's boss tonight."

Now that was interesting.

Looking at Ivy while she loaded drinks on Anne's tray, I wondered what she would think about fucknut's intentions? However, my thoughts turned feral when I saw the fucknut lean across the bar and try to grab Ivy's ass. Moving fast, I grabbed the fucker by the back of the neck and slammed his face down on the bar before throwing him back off his stool.

"What the fuck, man!"

"Get the fuck out and don't come back."

I didn't have to say it again. Dipshit's friends promptly intervened and hauled him out of my club, saving me the trouble of dealing with him myself. With a new bottle of whiskey in hand, I nonchalantly made my way back to my table and resumed my seat. Pouring myself another drink, I whispered my words into the abyss of darkness.

"Tell Frost I want to speak with him."

Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, the man suddenly took a seat at the table.

I couldn't help but groan in frustration. "Do you just wait around in the shadows for me to ask for you?"

"Only when I know you have something important to say."

Shaking my head, I said, "Going out tonight. Tell Agony and Trash I need them."

"Road trip?"

"More like a teaching moment."

Frost nodded, his silence lingering when he retreated into the shadows, leaving me alone in the encompassing darkness once again.

From the darkness, I watched as Ivy entered the club-owned apartment building and moments later the lights in her apartment turned on.

"Couldn't let me have this one, could you?"

"And let you have all the fun. Hell no," Logic stated, walking out of the shadows.

I lit a cigarette, exhaled a cloud of smoke and gave a piercing glare. "How the fuck did you get here so fast?"

"Was only a half-mile run. More like a brisk walk."

Frustrated, I rolled my eyes and then shifted my gaze back to the apartment complex.

"I know you didn't come empty-handed, so tell me what you learned."

"Apparently, our bartender didn't come straight from New York City like Slash believes. She took a detour to Miami, Florida first."

"What the fuck was she doing there?"

"Looking for information about her birth mother. A woman named Amelia Scott. But that's not the interesting part. What you want to know is that Amelia Scott also had a son. A man named Gideon Scott. Or as the motorcycle world knows him, Malice. The enforcer for the Soulless Sinners."

Inhaling deeply on my cigarette, I exhaled a stream of smoke that mingled with the shifting breeze, momentarily obscuring my view. And then, in that instant, I saw something that brought me to a sudden halt.

An education doesn't always equate to intelligence, as proven when the college idiots turned the corner and sealed their fate.

"Who the fuck knows you followed me?"

"Everyone." Logic grinned just when an owl hooted off in the distance, followed closely by the screech of a hawk. In the dark of night, the street came alive with creatures of all kinds, letting me know I wasn't alone.

With a sense of satisfaction, I couldn't help but smile when I took a deep breath and carefully raised the cigarette to my lips, savoring the rich aroma as I slowly inhaled and allowed the smoke to permeate my lungs.

Those college idiots were on the verge of gaining a valuable lesson that would leave a lasting impact but only after I finished indulging in my new favorite pastime and promptly obtained some answers.

"Have them waiting for me in the hole. I'll be there shortly."

Out of nowhere, the brothers materialized and swiftly subdued the three college boys with remarkable speed.

Fuckers never had a chance.

I exhaled one last puff of smoke and casually tossed the cigarette butt onto the pavement before dismounting my bike and embarking on my journey across the street.

The time for truth had come.