I knew he treated women right and didn’t mind being manhandled. It was good to know your place from time to time. He thought my place was with him, fucking me until I either passed out or screamed for help.

  Diesel picked me up again, this time tossing me on the bed. The wild eyes had returned, and I knew what was happening, but I didn’t care. He was using me to take out his growing rage toward Gigi. Maybe I’d not been totally honest about what I overheard. Maybe I wanted to milk Diesel for information the way I’d milked Watcher.

  I tried crawling away from him as he approached the bed, but a quick, strong hand around my ankle made me stop. I fought his advance, but he knew I did not want him to stop.

  Diesel grabbed my other ankle and spread my legs. I thought he would fuck the hell out of me again, but he pulled my ass to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees.

  He ate me furiously, licking and fucking with his tongue, his lips clamping down on my clit, his sucking power taking me to an edge I’d never been to. Two fingers found their way inside my wetness, stroking and fucking, twisting and turning, stoking an orgasm that made me sob like a baby.

  Diesel moved to his feet and looked down at me, his prey, his conquered kingdom, the queen putty in his hands. He told me to turn over, but the orgasm had turned me into a ragdoll. He easily flipped me over on his own.

  I felt his cock between my legs, and I raised my ass to make it easier to slide into my pussy. He did not. He gave me no warning, and I did not stop him. I wanted Diesel the way I wanted every man in that club. I would fuck every last one of them until I had the information I needed. Then, I would kill each and every one.

  Diesel shoved his cock into my ass, and I lay there, grasping the sheets, biting into the pillow. I pushed back against the monster’s monster, wide, hot, throbbing. I saw stars of pain and felt my body tense, fighting the urge to stop him. I did not. I let him have me not because that’s what he wanted but because it was what I wanted.

  I lay there and let him pound me, the bed creaking, the sound of skin slapping skin loud enough to alert those in other rooms. If someone came to the rescue, I would send them away to mind their own business and let Diesel finish what he had started.

  My strength waned, and I let go of the sheets, my body bouncing up and down helplessly. Diesel came, and I felt every last hot jet of his come, filling, erotic, nasty, and degrading.

  Diesel fell to the side and rested his head on the pillow. I wanted to move closer, but my weak, sweaty body refused my command to do so. Come seeped from the end of his cock. I wanted it but couldn’t have it.

  “Still believe I killed your sister?” he asked.

  “Do I think you could have fucked her to death? Absolutely.” Diesel was a gentle giant, and I didn’t believe he had anything to do with Kristen’s death.

  “Yesterday, you said something about a bike sitting across the street from the hotel when you left, but wasn’t sure who it belonged to.” I struggled to turn on my side. “What businesses are on the street where the bike was parked?”

  Diesel shrugged. His cock had finally deflated, and I knew I was safe for at least a few hours.

  I saw something in his eyes, like something in his brain clicked, and recognition registered. His eyes shifted from the ceiling to me.

  “I need to talk to Beast before this goes any further. I’m not gonna say anything against the club.” He moved from the bed and dressed.

  “It was a Brothers’ bike across the street, right?”

  “I need to talk to Beast, Trixie. You don’t know shit.”

  “The bike was parked in front of Al’s Barbershop.”

  “Get dressed and come on.” He quickly moved to the door, not wanting the conversation to continue. “You’re a tricky little bitch, putting words into my mouth like that. He opened the door, saw Beast in the hallway, and said, “Wait a minute.” He closed the door and moved me against the wall. “You fucking lied about Gigi, didn’t you?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said. My eyes shifted to the hands holding my arms. “Let me go, or I’ll scream.”

  “Fucking bitch. You did lie. Gigi never said any of that shit.”

  He left the room and walked past the others to the elevator.

  “What the fuck is going on with you?” Beast asked.

  “Let that bitch explain.” The elevator doors opened, and he stepped on. Everyone else followed in silence.

  “There’s a bar on the edge of town. I called, and it sounds like friendlies.” Beast glanced up at Diesel. “With all the carnage we’ve left behind, we need to keep a low profile this time.” He faced me. “You and I need to talk before we go inside.”

  Skittles rode with Diesel, and I rode with Beast. I watched Skittles to see how jealous I could make her. She saw me moving my arms around his waist and even saw my hand drop to his crotch. I climbed off Beast's bike when we pulled into Treads, the biker bar. Skittles completely ignored me.

  “We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Beast said, grabbing my arm when I tried to join the others. “Not you.”

  Skittles continued to ignore me and went inside. Beast led me around to the side of the building.

  “You better fucking talk, or I unleash Diesel on your ass, and no matter what kind of fuck he gave you in that room, getting permission to take it a step further will be the end of your ass.” He pushed me against the building and held me there.

  “You bikers are all the same, pushing women around like you own us.” I curled my bottom lip at Beast, and his eye twitched, rage building in his soul. “You don’t own me.”

  Beast chuckled and took a step back, releasing my arms. “We don’t hit our women or anyone else’s. But when it comes to dealing with a snitch, the sex doesn’t matter. The punishment will fucking be harsh. So, talk, or he splits you open.”

  I told him about Kristen and how I thought the club was responsible for her death. Diesel had already relayed it all to him.

  “So you don’t know shit.”

  “Cinder was at the hotel after Diesel left,” I said. “His bike was parked across the street in front of his father’s barbershop. He waited inside the barbershop for Diesel to leave.”

  “How the fuck do you know that? So what? He was visiting his father.” Beast began to walk away—club before justice.

  “I got my hands on security video from one of the stores nearby. It shows that asshole walking into the hotel from the barbershop. The Holiday Inn footage shows him going to the elevator.”

  “You have all this information. Why not go to the authorities with it?” He came back and waited for an answer. “You want your own revenge.”

  “What if Cinder killed her? What then? The club does nothing. I thought you assholes didn’t hurt women.” I poked him in the chest. “You’re the President of that cluster-fuck, which means you’re responsible.” I didn’t want to shed one fucking tear in front of the man, but I couldn’t turn off the waterfall that had begun.

  “Is she right, Marcus?” Skittles joined us and handed me a tissue.

  “I need to talk to Cinder and see what the fuck is up.” Beast walked away for a moment. “Diesel swears up and down he didn’t hurt the woman.”

  “I believe, Diesel,” Skittles said. “He wouldn’t hurt a woman. He’s not like that. Cinder? I don’t know.”

  “We need to get this Boston thing out of the way first. We gave Diesel our word we’d help, and that’s what we do.” He took out his phone.

  “If you tell him now, without being there, he’ll try and cover his tracks,” Skittles said.

  Beast tapped his phone and then put it to his ear. “I need you in Boston pronto. I don’t give a fuck how far it is. Take a fucking plane.” He ended the call. He fucking knew I was right.

  “You lied to Diesel about Gigi,” Skittles said. “Why?”

  “Because until she gets what she wants, she’s going to try and tear the club apart,” Beast said.

  Skittles balled her hands. “You walk your little whore-ass into that bar, and you tell Diesel you lied. And you better fucking believe I’m telling Gigi that you lied to him so he’d fuck you. You have an ass whipping coming your way.” Skittles stomped away.

  “This all going according to plan?” Beast asked. “You’re still fucking hiding something. When we get back to Pine Bluff, you need to get your shit and get out of town.”

  12

  Gigi

  I didn’t go anywhere. I got the rental car, checked into a Hilton, and sat on the bed thinking. I had two different men pulling me in two different directions. I didn’t know what to do.

  At first, the biker's life was exciting and new. But when death creeps into the picture multiple times, you begin to look at the alternatives.

  I crawled onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t too late to catch up to Diesel and the others. I could still go to Boston.

  Charles would take me back in a heartbeat. I could return to an everyday life and have everything I wanted. I could have an okay sex life with a man who loved me, with a man who made minimal effort in bed. When I started to doze off, someone knocked on the door.

  Before opening the door, I looked through the peephole. “What the fuck?” I took a step back. “I opened the door and crossed my arms, scowling. “How the hell did you find me?”

  “Can I come in?” Charles asked. He peered into the room.

  “Diesel is not here, Charles.” I wanted to tell him to quit being a little bitch, but I held my tongue. “What do you want?”

  “Just to talk. That’s it.”

  I stepped to the side so he could come in. Luckily, he didn’t smile because that’s when I would have sent his ass right back out. He started to sit on the bed but thought better of it, taking the couch instead.

  “So talk.” I held up a hand. “Wait. You ever have me followed again, and I will shoot you myself. You won’t have to worry about a biker coming after you. Am I clear?”

  Charles nodded. “Look. I’m sorry I did that. I’m sorry about all of this. You and I belong together, Gigi. This entire past year, everything I’ve done has been to bring us closer. You know that.” I kept waiting for him to trash Diesel, but he never did. “All I’m saying is let’s give this another shot. You know I’ll take care of you. You know I’ll do whatever it takes.”

  “I don’t know what to do, Charles.”

  He stood and came to me. I let him hold my hands. I let him kiss me. I let him pull me against his body. His hands went around my waist and eventually slipped to my ass. He squeezed hard, and I whimpered.

  There was nothing attractive about Charles, but for whatever reason, I found myself pressing my pussy against him, my arms going around him. I lifted his shirt, unimpressed with his body or even his scent. At that moment, I didn’t care.

  Charles pushed my shorts and panties down, stepping from his khakis. Khakis? No tight jeans or tight tee or kutte or black boots.

  I let him lead me to the bed, where he crawled atop me. There was no kissing my breasts, sucking my nipples. There was a sloppy, undesirable kiss. There was no kissing my thighs or eating my pussy.

  Charles stuck his dick inside me and spent the next two minutes thrusting, his eyes closed, his face grimacing. As usual, he came, and I didn’t. He rolled to the bed, eyeballing the ceiling.

  “That was so good, babe,” he said. “We belong together, Gigi.”

  “Get out,” I said calmly.

  “What?”

  “That’s right. Get the fuck out of my room, and get the fuck out of my life.” I went to pee and dressed as fast as I could while Charles watched. “I’m checking out.”

  “We just had sex!” Charles pulled on his pants, catching his worm in his zipper. He screamed like a bitch and lowered the zipper. I saw blood but wasn’t about to stop.

  “You had sex,” I said. “I just laid there, wanting you to hurry up.”

  “You let me in, Gigi.”

  “My mistake.” I grabbed my purse and headed to the door, Charles in tow, still trying to fix his zipper. He followed me to the elevator, pleading for another chance. I’d given him a chance, and he showed why I should be with Diesel.

  I stopped at the front desk in the lobby and asked them to give Charles a Band-Aid. He didn’t find it funny and followed me to my rental.

  “I’m begging you not to do this, Gigi.” He stood in front of the car. People stopped to watch, wondering if I would run him over. I wouldn’t, but tapping his knees with the bumper was an option.

  “I don’t want to be with you, Charles. It’s never going to work. Find yourself a good girl who’ll make all your dreams come true. That girl is not me.” I waved my hand. “Now move.”

  I sat in the driver’s seat and started the car. Charles stared, his feelings hurt. Tears formed in his eyes. I needed a man in my life. Charles didn’t know how to be a man. He needed a woman who would be his mommy.

  Charles stepped aside, the spot of blood on his pants growing. He would be fine. Father liked the man, so Charles didn’t have concerns about losing his job or losing my father.

  I hit the highway at nine-thirty as the sun dipped behind the mountains. If I drove all night, I’d get to Allentown by the time they left. I texted Skittles, telling her it was a surprise and not to say anything to Diesel. He and I would talk and figure things out. She gave me the motel’s address, and determined to get there, I pulled into the motel parking lot at nine the following day.

  I took a moment in the car to think about what I would say to Diesel, how we would kiss and make up. I missed his dick and the way he treated me in and out of bed.

  I opened the door to get out of the car, and the motel room door in front of me opened. Diesel didn’t see me immediately, but Trixie did when she stood beside him in the doorway.

  Sometimes in life—maybe a lot of times for some—we react without thinking of the consequences. Usually, I evaluated a situation before acting, but seeing Trixie next to Diesel in the same motel room pushed me into an abyss I would never return from. That was when I became a true old lady, and my fate was sealed.

  I darted from the car and at the wide-eyed Trixie. My body hit hers with a loud thump, and we flew back into the room, landing on the bed. Skittles screamed for us to stop, but Beast pulled her away. Stopping me only meant a temporary fix because if you wanted to survive in the biker life, you had to show who was boss as soon as possible.

  Trixie and I tore at clothes and hair. Punches were through, though few landed with any authority. We rolled so far to the left that we hit the floor, but that stopped nothing. We cussed and fought until exhausted. Trixie tried to crawl away, but I wasn’t having it. I dragged her back by an ankle, pulling myself up her naked and scratched body.

  Trixie landed a stunning punch that dazed me long enough for her legs to wrap around my neck, my face an inch from her wet pussy. Although losing, the fight turned her on.

  Still between Trixie’s legs, I managed to flip her over onto her stomach, my face temporarily stuck in her ass cheeks.

  “Okay!” Trixie screamed.

  I grabbed Trixie’s arms and pressed them behind her back, my legs along her hips.

  “You touch my man again, and I’ll fucking cut your throat. You understand?” Pulling her arms back, Trixie cried out.

  “Yes! Now get the fuck off me!”

  Before I had a chance to move, hands were around my waist, and I was lifted away. Diesel led me into the bathroom and closed the door.

  “You okay?” His smile covered his entire face. “What the fuck was that all about?”

  “What did she tell you?” I pushed Diesel away. “No, wait. Whatever she said was a fucking lie.”

  “She said you were returning to Arkansas to hookup with douchebag Charles.”

  “I was, but I changed my mind.” He’d no doubt fucked Trixie, so there was no need to give details of my encounter with Charles.” I want to be part of this Diesel. Part of your life and part of the club. “I’m sorry I went off like I did.”

  “Are you sure?” he asked. “I get it if you don’t.”

  “You want me to go, don’t you.”

  Diesel laughed. “Don’t turn this shit back on me.” He opened the door, and the room was empty. “No more fighting, okay?”

  “Only if you promise to do no more killing,” I said.

  “Fuck. You know that’s not going to happen.” Diesel walked from the bathroom.

  “I’m going to need more clothes,” I said, holding up the clothes that had been torn from my body.

  Beast stuck his head through the partially opened door. “Skittles went to the Walmart to get you a change of clothes. I’ve got Trixie in my room.”

  “Better watch that bitch,” I said. “No man is safe when she’s around.”

  “I’m sending her back to Arkansas.” Beast nodded at Diesel. “Can you put a towel around her?”

  Diesel went to the bathroom and returned with a towel, wrapping it around me. I sat on the bed, and Beast closed the door.

  “What’s going on?” Diesel asked. I thought they might ask me to go into the bathroom and close the door, but they talked club business in front of me.

  “I don’t think this Trixie chick is telling the whole fucking truth about what she’s doing here. I mean hanging around the club. Brainiac is on his laptop checking her out now.” Beast looked at me and then back at Diesel. She cleaned up the RV mess way too quickly. It went way too smoothly. And those two chicks who showed up to take Gigi away? They’ve got feds written all over them.”

  “You think Trxie’s a fed?” Diesel asked. He walked around the room. “I’ve seen the way she handles a gun and the way she fights. Most women can’t handle themselves like that. She’s been through training.”

  “The story about her sister is true. I believe that, but the rest of what she’s doing is bullshit.” Beast pushed back the curtains. Wendy and Skittles were standing outside talking. Skittles had a Walmart bag in her hand. “She’s heard about our guns, pussy and dick houses. She knows too much to let her go.”