2. Becoming Enemies

CHAPTER 2

BECOMING ENEMIES

TROUBLE - 4 YEARS LATER

“Trouble, get your ass to Prez’s office, man.” My Vice President called out the minute I stepped into the clubhouse.

“That doesn’t sound good,” Carson Mackenzie said as he made an exaggeratedly worried face at me. Carson was now known as Hollywood, thanks to his model good looks and that charming personality of his. We both prospected for the Aces High MC for seven months before we got our road names and got to slap a patch on our kuttes. That was a little over three years ago. I took on the road name of Trouble because it never failed that where I went, trouble followed.

“Shit, I don’t even know what I could have done this time. We just got back to town.” We had been tasked with escorting a shipment up to the Cedar Falls Chapter in West Virginia last week and the President, Ghost, had us stick around so we could learn a thing or two from some of their members.

“Better not keep Prez waiting, just in case it’s something he’s pissed about.”

As Hollywood wandered off to the air hockey table, I hauled ass in the other direction, hoping like hell that I hadn’t stepped in some shit up at the mother chapter without realizing it. That would be just my fucking luck. When I got to the door, I almost made the mistake of walking right on in, like an idiot. Thankfully, I heard a woman’s voice on the other side of the door and it stopped me.

“Are you sure I can’t help you out with that? You look frustrated, Prez.”

“You fucking know better, and what the hell do you think Angel Girl would do if she walked in right now and realized you came in my office, shut the fucking door, and then launched some harebrained plan to get me to fuck you?”

“What if I told her it happened anyway?” The woman asked and I just knew shit was going to go even worse for me because another one of the club girls had forgotten her place.

“I’ll tell you what would happen, she’d believe me because we tell one another everything. Even if she didn’t, that’s what the cameras in here are for. Now that you showed how fucking disloyal you can be, you’re banned from all club properties and I will be sure to let Angel Girl know. I can’t guarantee that she’ll ban you from her club’s properties, but you’d be smart to avoid them unless you want a beat down from the S.H.E. girls. They don’t take kindly to bitches who try to steal men from other women. Now get the fuck out of here.”

The minute the door swung open, I stepped back and made room for her to get by. I heard Sweet on the phone telling someone to be sure she was escorted from the property before I poked my head in the doorway. “Quickshot said you wanted to speak to me?” I questioned and wished like hell I didn’t have to be there.

“Get in here and shut the fucking door.”

Great. His bad mood was about to become my problem and I still didn’t know what I’d done.

“I have it on good authority,” Sweet started in before I could even get the door shut, “that you have been hanging around high school girls a bit too much.”

“What the fuck?” I didn’t bother to lower my voice to a respectable level because that was a wild as fuck accusation to lob on someone. I was 22 fucking years old and left high school and the chicks there behind a long time ago.

“I didn’t ask for your bullshit excuses.”

“That’s good because I wasn’t giving any. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sweet leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head and studied me. “Fuck!” He shook his head. “I’m getting too old for this bullshit.” His muttered admission made me wonder what else was going on. Sweet was far from old, considering his father-in-law was the president of the mother chapter of Aces High and he was still doing just fine in the position. The club as a whole had prospered under his leadership over the years.

“Listen,” Sweet finally said. “Someone close to the club came to me because they worried about how shit would look if it got out that you were dating bitches who are not 18 and are still in high school. Even if they are 18, if they’re still in high school, leave them the fuck alone. We don’t need eyes on us for some shit that is fucking avoidable. There’s plenty of pussy in and out of the club all the time. If that shit is tired out for you, then take a fucking road trip and get some strange, but no girls under 18 and none that are still in high school, no matter the age.”

“Prez, I’m telling you, I ain’t fucked around with no youngins!”

“I didn’t ask you. I’m telling you the only reason I’m not stripping your fucking patch is because the person who came to me with the information didn’t have proof, just what she’d seen.”

“A woman told you I’ve been fucking with kids?” I growled angrily.

“Teenagers, close to 18, but not quite, and still in high school.” As if he needed to clarify shit. It spelled the same kind of trouble.

“Who the fuck told you that?”

“Doesn’t matter. I won’t throw her under the bus, since she came to me out of concern. She’s close to the club, so remember that and don’t go stirring shit up trying to find out who said shit. Keep your dick away from anyone under 20 just to be sure, and for fuck’s sake stay away from the damn high school altogether.” I stood there, completely fucking shocked that the accusation had been lobbed against me and my Prez took it as gospel instead of taking my word for shit.

“This is bullshit!” I told him.

“Yeah, well, it’s my job to look out for the club as a whole, so keep your nose clean and nothing comes of this. Don’t dally around high school girls, and there won’t be anything else. Now, get out of my office. I have more shit to take care of than dumb fucking high school drama that should have never followed you to this club.”

I didn’t bother to say another word because what I had on my mind might have meant losing my patch anyway. Instead, I stormed out of the Prez’s office and slammed the door shut behind me.

By the time I made it down the hall and to the entrance to the common area and bar, Natalie Anderson caught my eye. She had been an on again off again fuck buddy since we graduated high school together. Her eyes met mine as I stalked over to where she sat at the bar.

“What are you doing here?” I asked when I got close enough that she could hear me over the music someone turned up while I was in the office with Sweet.

“Well, I guess it could be you, since I’m not busy.”

“Great!” I grabbed her hand and yanked her along behind me to the room I had available to me in the clubhouse. It had only been mine for the past couple months, since an older brother out and bought his own house.

“Hey, slow down,” Natalie called out, but I ignored that and continued to drag her down the hall to my room. I managed to get the door unlocked in a quick second and then picked her up and walked into the room. I shoved the door closed with my booted foot and tossed Natalie onto my bed.

“Get undressed and don’t say another fucking word.”

It looked like she was about to question me, but when she caught the determined look in my eye, she simply nodded and started to remove her clothes as quickly as possible.

I did the same, and before she could finish removing her bra, I tackled her, pulled a condom down my dick and shoved inside her pussy in one hard thrust.

“Holy shit, John!”

“Trouble,” I corrected.

“I’ve always known you as John first,” she sassed back.

I pulled out, turned her over, and pushed her face down into the mattress. “I said no talking!” I growled as my dick entered again with force that knocked her down off her elbows so her entire upper body was nearly flattened as I held her hips up and fucked every ounce of anger into her that I couldn’t take out on whoever had fucked me over. Nearly lost my fucking patch because of some whore’s lies, and my own Prez wouldn’t even hear me out.

Natalie started moaning as I hammered even harder and I slapped her ass to shut her up. I didn’t want to hear her, or any other woman for that matter. If she knew the kind of mood I was really in, she never would have agreed to come to my room with me. At least she was over 20 years old, so Prez couldn’t complain about who I was fucking. I slammed into her over and over, then reached up and pulled her hair tight into my fist. The force made her body comply and come up to hover in the air over the bed. Natalie arched her back and moaned again, but I didn’t relent as I continued to ruthlessly rock into her pussy over and over with no care to whether she got off on what we were doing. “You want to come, Nat?”

“Yeah,” she groaned loud and low between strained puffs of air.

“Then you better reach down and play with that clit of yours because I’m going to come soon.”

Lucky for her, she listened and got herself off just about the same time I dumped a load into the condom and pulled out of her abused pussy. I yanked the condom from my dick and tossed it into the trash can beside my bed and then rolled onto my back beside Natalie as we both caught our breath.

“What was that about?” She asked.

“Fuck!” I groaned and turned my head to look at her. Her dirty blonde hair was plastered to the side of her face with sweat and some of her makeup had run around her eyes giving her a strung out druggie sort of look.

“Seriously, we’ve fucked a lot over the years and you’ve never been that aggressive before. What gives?”

I told her about the conversation I’d just had with Sweet and she cringed, but there was something else in the way she looked at me that put me on edge. It was almost like seeing guilt play out on someone’s face, but there was no way she could have been the one who told Sweet that shit.

“I heard the same thing when I came to drop something off for Flight.” Flight was another club brother and also happened to be Natalie’s cousin. “I was mad at first, thinking it was true and you had ditched our fuck buddy situation for young girls. That’s why I was at the bar waiting - to confront you. But then, you basically attacked me in the common room and we ended up in bed first.”

“If you believed that to be true of me, then why in the hell would you allow this to happen?” I asked as I waved my hand angrily between us.

“Because there was a bigger part of me that didn’t believe it. Still, I thought you should know what that bitch said about you. You could get in trouble for that, couldn’t you?”

“I could lose my patch,” I admitted. Then it dawned on me what else she’d just said. “Wait, what bitch?”

“Trinity Monroe. She’s the one who told me, and I’m guessing your club president, about seeing you with high school girls. I thought maybe she was just jealous, since she’s always had that crush on you, but going to Sweet with lies like that is not cool.”

“You need to keep quiet about who fucking said that shit. No one is supposed to know and if Sweet finds out that I do, he’ll probably take my patch on principle.”

“Well, that’s not okay.”

“No, it’s not. If that bitch knows what’s good for her, she’ll keep her ass scarce.” I couldn’t believe that Trent’s little sister turned out to be the problem. To think, the last time she’d come to the clubhouse - that I knew of anyway - I thought she was looking fucking fine as hell. I’d been tempted to ask her out until Hollywood told me that she wasn’t the type to fuck and get gone. He also reminded me that her uncle was a nomad for Aces High and it could get sticky if I went there and things didn’t work out.

I wonder what Bishop would think of his niece’s lies? He’d probably fucking take her side and believe them, just like Sweet apparently did.