Diesel

  Brothers of Chaos

  Quinn Slater

  Copyright © 2024 by Quinn Slater

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  Contents

  1. Diesel

  2. Gigi

  3. Diesel

  4. Gigi

  5. Diesel

  6. Trixie

  7. Gigi

  8. Diesel

  9. Gigi

  10. Diesel

  11. Trixie

  12. Gigi

  13. Diesel

  14. Gigi

  15. Diesel

  About the Author

  Also By

  1

  Diesel

  I've been called a lot of things: motherfucker, asshole, son of a bitch. Most importantly, I've been called loyal. My loyalty lies with the Brothers of Chaos. I will die a devoted member of the club. Nobody can change that. Not even a piece of pussy.

  "You walk, don't step foot back inside this club again," I said. “Skittles will tell you the same thing. Club comes first.”

  “Thanks for understanding.” Gigi rolled her eyes.

  “I’m just sayin’.”

  Gigi played with the ends of her shoulder-length blonde hair while she contemplated the pros and cons of the decision she needed to make. I understood her dilemma. My life, even outside the club, wasn't for everyone. We're called one-percenters for a reason, and it’s not because we go caroling at Christmas.

  "Daddy," she said to her father.

  "Yes?" I asked, smirking.

  "You’re not her daddy,” her father said. He’s a funny-looking guy with big ears, a broad snout, a hairline preparing for mutiny, and arms and legs like pencils in a child’s backpack. She obviously got her looks from her mother. I hoped our kids wouldn’t look anything like their grandfather. Yeah, I was that certain.

  “I am. You just don’t know it yet.” I took several steps toward the man but stopped when Beast touched my arm. “I'm good, brother. I know what I can and can't do."

  "Daddy, I'm going to stay," Gigi said. She swallowed hard and pranced back and forth like she had to pee. I knew it wasn't an easy choice. It never is, especially for anyone becoming an old lady, which is what she would eventually be. Life is full of choices that can send one down the wrong path. Her leaving with the douchebag in the car was certainly the wrong path.

  Gigi stood next to me, and knowing her father was watching, I put my hand on her lower back. He lowered his eyes, and I lowered my hand to Gigi's ass. He had money, but I had his daughter's ass in my hand. Charles left the car, and I squeezed Gigi's ass hard enough to make her whimper. Most men didn't know how to handle a good piece of booty. Luckily, I hadn't been in that group since I was sixteen.

  "I have friends," Charles said. "Lots of them. All rich. All powerful. If I want to take Gigi, I will." The fear in the man's eyes suggested he knew nobody in power.

  "Diesel, it's okay," Gigi said. "I can take care of this. I don't want you in trouble."

  "Diesel?" her father asked and let out a belly laugh. "Figures. Sounds like a biker trash name."

  "Stop," Beast said when the entire club started toward the man. "You might wanna go ahead and leave while you still can. She's made her choice. I won't stop these brothers again."

  "This is a joke, right?" Charles said. He faced Gigi. "You’re not serious about staying with this baboon. What’s he going to give you that I can’t.”

  “Ten inches,” I said. Beast tightened his grip on my arm. We both knew what one punch would do to the pussy, calling me a baboon. He was a little man hiding behind perceived power. Men like that fell the easiest. Some men hid behind money. Others hid behind big words. Put either one of those types in front of a biker, and they get crushed.

  Gigi’s father put his hand on Charles’ shoulder, holding him back from hurting me. I’d let him hit me once just to see how much of a pussy he was. “Do you have a real name so I know who I’m looking for when I start researching you and this gang? So that when I talk to my attorney, we can skip all the ridiculous returns on the names Diesel and Chaos.”

  Beast stepped away. “Do not hit that man, Diesel. Let him ride his arrogance and leave this for another day.”

  “Ludwig Usher,” I said. “That’s my real name. Look it up and be afraid. Fear is what will keep you and that little bitch alive.” I nodded at Charles.

  Daddy narrowed his eyes. “You have a Boston accent,” he said.

  “Are we done getting cozy?” I was growing weary of the conversation. Next, they’d want to hug it out. “It’s time you back that Rolls up and get the fuck off club property.”

  “This isn’t over, Ludwig,” Daddy said. He climbed back into the Rolls, followed by Charles. The two men watched us as they pulled away.

  “That asshole isn’t going to let this go,” Beast said to me and Gigi. “He brings shit to this club, and we’ll respond likewise.”

  Gigi and I remained outside while everyone else went inside. It had been a long night, and everyone needed sleep. Skittles kissed Gigi on the cheek and laid knowing eyes on us. Because of me, Gigi’s father would bring hell to the club.

  “Ludwig Usher?” Gigi asked. “What kind of name is that?” She put her arms around me. “You were lying.”

  “I wasn’t. It’s my real name.” I lifted her and placed her on the hood of a Ford Mustang. “Your father made the same mistake most people make when they look at someone like me. He sees biker trash. I get that. I beat the fuck out of other men. I kill when I have to. I’m covered in ink, and I ride a bike. I’m a piece of shit to most people.” I gently rested my arms on her shoulders, studying her intrigued eyes. “I joined the club shortly after graduating from Harvard because I was tired of judgemental assholes. I wanted to be my own man and not what society told me I should be.”

  “What the fuck? Harvard?” She shook her head, not believing a damn word. “Ludwig Usher?”

  “Yeah. So, assholes like your father and that little bitch you were dating, they’re nothing. Brainless douchebags chasing green. And my last name? Usher?”

  “Like the singer?” she asked.

  I shook my head and laid my hand softly against her face. “You’ve heard of Roderick Usher?”

  Gigi nodded. “He’s a fictional character. He’s not real.”

  “That’s where most people are wrong. The story was based on actual people. Roderick Usher was my great-great-great-grandfather.”

  “That can’t be.” Gigi pulled away. “Stop with the bullshit.”

  “I have the letters to prove it. Letters from Roderick himself passed down from one generation to the next.” I leaned against the Mustang. “The man was a recluse, though he obviously got out and fucked around a little.”

  “Why are you telling me this?”

  I shrugged. “I’ve never told anyone about my history. Nobody asks, and I don’t tell.”

  “But why me?”

  “Because I need to tell someone. I have no family to talk with.” I walked away for a moment. “Something in that bloodline makes me the way I am.”

  “Which is a caring man,” Gigi said.

  “No. I’m not a caring man. There’s something inside me trying to get out. I’m trying to figure out how not to let that happen.”

  “You think whatever it is came from the Usher past,” Gigi said. She slid off the car and moved her arms around my waist. “The club doesn’t know?”

  “It’s some deep shit, G. These guys aren’t into shit like that. I like the violence, bikes, the smell of oil, and beating the shit out of people, but I need something deeper to go along with it.”

  “I’ll help you. I promise. I want to know more.”

  “I thought you would,” I said. “That’s why I wanted you.”

  “I thought it was my nice ass and tits.”

  I shared a wry smile. “There’s that, too.” I put an arm around her shoulders and led her to the clubhouse. We grabbed beers from Trixie at the bar and headed down the hall to a spare bedroom.

  “He won’t let this go,” Gigi said. “My father’s a very persistent man. He’s already made a phone call to one of his friends. I guarantee it.”

  “The club will take care of its own.” I opened the bedroom door. “Feds and locals have tried for years to shut this club down. Nothing has or ever will work.”

  “Could he prevent you from becoming a club member if he does something stupid?”

  “Beast said they were moving my full patch vote to next week. I’ve proven myself to the Executive Committee. They know where my loyalty stands. Your father can’t do shit.” I held Gigi close. “Tonight, you chose to stay here. You will have to choose between him and me at some point. Every old lady goes through this.”

  “I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.” She picked at a fingernail and then caught my eyes. In the dim light, she appeared movie-star seductive. “I have one request.”

  “I won’t hurt your father.”

  “Thank you.”

  Fuck, her eyes were to die for. I closed the door and moved her back toward the bed, removing kutte and tee, keeping sight of her tits, thick lips, and smooth neck. I playfully wagged a finger. “The last time we fucked, I let you off easy, G.”

  “Is that right? You sound like a man on a mission.” Her calves hit the bed, and she stopped, her deman
ding lips quivering. I held her chin in my hand, her fuck me green eyes provocative, steady, and waiting. Not every woman I met was ready for a man like me, but Gigi was meant for this moment.

  I raised her blouse over her head and tossed it to the floor. She shifted her head toward the blouse, and I moved it back, hand firmly under her chin. Her generous lips tightened. She understood what was coming. I released her bra with one hand, and she shrugged from the satin entrapment. It dropped next to the blouse.

  “Tell me, Gigi, are you ready to be fucked relentlessly, skillfully, and like an animal in the wild.”

  “Promises promises.” She put her arms around my neck and lifted a leg around my waist. I moved her leg away and made her face the bed, her ravenous ass against my cock. Her shorts hit the floor, the front of her thongs drenched. If created properly, anticipation was an amazing aphrodisiac.

  “I’m going to fuck you sinfully,” I said. “Drive the devil out of your soul.” I reached between us, pushing my middle finger into her wet pussy. She moaned and pushed against my hips. “Bend your ass over, G.”

  Few things are as beautiful as kneeling behind a woman when she is bent forward. I placed both hands on Gigi’s ass and squeezed, pulling the cheeks apart and opening her ass and pussy for full view. I noticed her head turned, the anticipation in her eyes growing. A man who could read a woman’s eyes was destined to please her.

  I ran a finger through her pussy lips, wet, warm, and ready. Not every woman tasted the same; Gigi was no exception, though she was delicious. I caressed her clit with my tongue, the vibration of moans exhilarating.

  Gigi flinched when I slipped a finger inside her wetness, her arousal sending her hands to the bed for support. With her clit between my lips, I gently sucked in and out, a predatory appetite for the woman growing exponentially into the club life.

  “Fuck, Diesel,” she murmured. “I don’t want to wait.”

  I stood and pushed her head to the bed and moved back to my knees, a second finger stroking her inside, my lips barbarously, lustfully, fucking her clit. Gigi moaned and moaned again before pressing her ass back against my face. She came hard, the taste both tart and sweet. She collapsed forward, spent, pussy creamy and still throbbing.

  “I’m not done, sweetheart,” I said.

  I moved a wet finger into her ass, and she whined. “I don’t do that,” she said.

  “Too sinful?” I asked and pushed my finger deeper. She squeezed, but I left my finger inside up to the knuckle. I would take great pleasure in teaching her the things she hid from.

  “That’s, that’s nasty, Diesel.” It may have been, but something in her voice suggested she wanted to continue with nasty. I grabbed her blonde curls and pulled back, her eyes toward the ceiling, and relentlessly moved my middle finger in and out.

  Gigi cried out, moments later rocking her succulent hips. “I want your cock, Diesel,” she said. “I wanna try it.”

  Gigi reached back and placed her hand on my stomach. My dick pressed against her asshole, spreading the tight entrance. Gigi hesitated, tightening her ass. Her fragile eyes watched me.

  “I’m moving in,” I said and pressed forward.

  Gigi relaxed and took deep breaths, her delicate ass losing its virginity. She cried out, and I stopped. She grabbed the sheets and watched me again, her eyes no longer fragile. They were curious, ardent, relaying her readiness. I finished moving forward and held my cock in her ass. She nodded, and I pulled back a bit, letting her catch a breath and fade into the sensual delight.

  “More,” she said. “But slowly. I don’t know if I can do it.”

  At first, I did as she asked. Slowly. Lewdly. Blood pulsed in my veins, and I felt the carnal urges taking over. Gigi tried to turn, but I pulled hard on her hair. She moaned, and then the animalistic fucking began. I slammed against her ass, the vile act throwing me into a dark chasm.

  Gigi grunted, trying to speak, her voice lost in the onslaught. She gave up talking and lost herself in what we were doing, her ass hungrily taking in my cock. I came, and she screamed, looking back, eyes wide and full of surprise.

  “Fuck,” she said. “I didn’t think I could do that.”

  I pulled away and watched her ass, holding her down. Come ran down her leg, and with a single finger, I scooped. “Open your mouth.”

  “What? No way.”

  “Open, Gigi.”

  Decadence was part of my soul; if she wanted to be with me, it would have to become part of hers. Gigi opened her mouth and sucked greedily on my finger. I pushed her forward and turned her over, spreading her legs.

  I kissed her slick pussy and then moved upward, placing my lips on hers. I tasted my come on her lips and buried my mouth against hers. Before going back down, eating her voraciously, I said, “This is my way, Gigi. Take it for what it is, or be with Charles. I’m going to torment you sexually. Make you not just want me but need me. You won’t be able to live a single day without me fucking you. Eating you. Owning you.” I moved down and licked her pussy, eyes rising to meet hers. “Can you handle me, Gigi? I will own every bit of you. Ass, pussy, mind, and soul.”

  Gigi put her hands around my head. “I was once a good girl, Diesel. That’s gone.” She rubbed my cheek. “I want to crave you. I want to fuck you endlessly. Most of all, I want to be owned. By . . . you.”

  2

  Gigi

  I once saw a quote that said not everyone who wandered was lost. I think that’s me. It’s where I am in life. Yeah, my father has a lot of money, and by extension, I have a lot of money, but I needed more than that in my life. It’s why I could walk away from Charles. That would have been the biggest mistake of my young life. Though part of my circle told me it was time to get married and spit out a couple of kids, deep down, it wasn’t right for me.

  A cheap hotel room. That’s how the club decorated their rooms. A Brothers of Chaos banner hung above the bed’s headboard. A little fridge stocked with beer sat in the far corner. A nightstand sat next to the bed, the drawer partially open, the lube Diesel used last night yet to find its way back into the drawer. I spied several sex toys, some I’d seen on the Internet, some I had no idea how they would be used.

  I threw back the covers, naked, and planted my feet on the orangish shag carpet. I didn’t want to think about the grime and dried fluids beneath my feet.

  “Gigi, are you in there?” Skittles called. Last night, Diesel said calling people by their club name was a requisite. Eventually, he’d give me a nickname as well.

  I grabbed a sheet and wrapped up. “Yeah. Come on in.”

  “Wow, you look like shit.”

  “Thanks. I feel like shit, and my pussy feels like a jackhammer pounded it.” I sat on the bed and brushed hair away from my face. Skittles laughed. “I’m not sure I can handle Diesel.”

  “I’m not sure any woman can. That’s why he doesn’t have an old lady. He wears them out, and they never show up again.” She grabbed Tylenol from the dresser and a beer from the fridge. She offered both, and I accepted. “Beer and Tylenol. Both are part of the biker life.”

  “When does the Starbucks arrive?”

  Skittles laughed. “There’s black coffee at the bar. Throw some milk and sugar in the cup, and you’re set.” She pulled a chair over from the desk in the room. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “At first, no. Standing out there last night, I thought I made a huge mistake, sending my father away. Diesel and I talked. There’s more to him than the raw around the edges asshole biker.” I placed the Tylenol on my tongue and chugged the beer, belching, still feeling like shit. “I honestly want more of the man. Did you know he graduated from Harvard?”

  Skittles nodded. “The club knows Diesel is a complicated guy. You have to take the bad with the good. The club also knows his ass is very loyal. That’s why the early vote.”

  I got up and shuffled toward the bathroom. “His dick is also very special.”

  Skittles laughed behind me. “Come out to the bar after your shower. We’re meeting Wendy and Carmen at the new dick house.”

  “Dick is the last thing I wanna think about right now.” I closed the bathroom door, peed, and started the shower, skipping the obligatory look in the mirror. Yeah, I was hurting, but fuck Diesel was amazing.