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Tracker
I cut Butch’s clothes off after taping his mouth shut. I ran the tip of my knife down his chest, drawing a thin crimson line. Butch winced as he felt the bite of my blade. His eyes widened in shock and pain as I cut another thin line next to the first. The wounds weren’t deep, but they bled and were enough to cause the traitorous bastard pain.
Butch whimpered as I cut into his chest for a third time. I smiled at his pain before speaking. “I’m going to use you to send a message. I’m not going to just burn you, although that part is coming. You betrayed the club. You tried to kill my Old Lady. You sided with the very cunts that are trying to take Deakin’s head. I’m going to make this hurt, and I’m going to enjoy it.”
I caught LeiMae’s winces and scowling at me after calling her my Old Lady for the second time in one day. I chuckled internally and turned my full focus on Butch and what I was planning to do to him. Dealing with LeiMae could wait until later.
I stepped back and stared at Butch’s naked body hanging on the oak. It seemed the entire clubhouse was holding its breath, waiting to see how I would punish the scumbag. I cut across his chest twice to connect my first three cuts. Butch tried to squirm harder as I slipped the tip of my blade under his skin and peeled the two strips away. Even the tape couldn’t muffle the screams as I packed a handful of salt into the open wound. I half expected Butch to thrash his way right out of his bindings.
Butch continued screaming and stared at me, pleading with his eyes. He wanted this over, but I was far from done. I knelt down in front of the condemned traitor and took hold of his foot. Using my already bloody blade, I began cutting. I maintained an unwavering focus as I skinned one foot and then the other. Butch’s eyes were heavy, but still aware when I stood to show him my handiwork.
I tucked the flaps of skin under the ropes binding him to the three and motioned for another prospect to douse him in gasoline. The pain of the fuel hitting his open wounds made his nearly shut eyes shoot open wide. I stepped back and gave the order to light Butch up. The flames burst to life, quickly covering the traitor’s flesh. His screams didn’t last long as the smell of cooking human flesh filled the air. My brothers stomped, cheered, and whistled at the display before them.
ChapterFive
LeiMae
The barbecue was finished, and justice had been served. The boys were sitting in the back corner of the clubhouse having what looked like a very intense discussion while I helped the two remaining prospects, the old ladies, and the crow eaters clean up the mess and damages left in the wake of Butch’s treachery. Deakin broke away from the conversation and began to truly assess the damage while checking in on everyone. He finally made his way over to me and didn’t bother with pleasantries as he growled out, “My office. Now.”
It wasn’t a request. It was very much an order, and I stopped what I was doing and followed. Fear turned my stomach into a hard knot. There were only two ways I saw this playing out. Deakin either still believed I was a spy and was going to send me to the same fate as Butch, or he found me too much of a liability to his club and was going to turn me out. Either option was death for me. If the club didn’t kill me, The Demons would as soon as I was outside the club’s protection.
Tracker and Brik followed us into the office, the latter closing the door behind us. Deakin motioned me to one of the empty chairs in front of his desk. I sat down, trying to exhale my fear out of my body. I had no control in this situation, and I already knew pleading didn’t work with these men. Tracker sat in the other empty chair while Brik moved to stand behind Deakin. We sat in silence as Deakin looked between Tracker and me for a long enough time that I was becoming more uncomfortable than afraid.
Deakin heaved a sigh and looked directly at me. “It’s obvious The Demons want your head on a spike as much as they want mine. Tracker has filled me in on the events that led you to be here. I know I’m a hard cocksucker to deal with, but I’m not heartless or callous enough to make you relive it again. Brik has told me how you’ve become a part of the family here, and Jezzy said you made me almost seem like a saint compared to the monster Cyril is.”
He paused and turned his attention to Tracker. It was hard for me to hide my smile to see this big, bad biker squirm like a child under that stare.
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Tracker
Deakin was harder to read than usual as he walked away from the table and headed to summon LeiMae to the office. Brik and I waited a moment before getting up and following. The meeting was intense as while everyone agreed she wasn’t a spy, a good number of them felt she brought way more trouble from The Demons than we needed. It probably would have been a cut and dry decision from Deakin to just throw her out, but I complicated things by declaring her my Old Lady very publicly twice.
I still couldn’t gauge where his thoughts were when he was talking to LeiMae. Deakin stopped speaking and looked at me. That stare of his could freeze a volcano. I couldn’t help shifting in my seat like I was a child about to be scolded by a disappointed parent. When he was satisfied that I was uncomfortable enough, he addressed our current predicament.
“This really is quite the fucking predicament we find ourselves in, isn’t it?” He leaned back and whispered something to Brik, who promptly left the office. Deakin sat back and regarded LeiMae and me until Brik returned with four glasses of ice and a bottle of whisky. Brik set the glasses and bottle down, and Deakin poured a healthy measure of the brown liquor in each glass. When we each had a glass, Deakin nodded for us to sip the spirit. It went down smooth and let out a soft explosion of warmth when it hit our stomachs.
“The way I see it, there aren’t many options in front of us. None of the few options are very good, either. Cyril and The Demons want me dead, and I know they’ll attempt to make that a reality sooner rather than later. That alone puts this club in grave danger. Cyril also has a huge hard on for LeiMae, which further endangers everything we hold dear. Butch’s betrayal is evidence enough of how far they’re willing to go.”
I took another sip of the whiskey and opened my mouth, only to have Deakin hold up his hand to silence me. “You staked your claim, declaring her your Old Lady, so I know where you stand. What I want to know is where she stands.” I looked over at LeiMae and could feel the venom in her glare. Deakin chuckled. “So, are you his Old Lady or just a crow eater crashing in his room?”
LeiMae continued to glare at me, and there was an edge of violence in her voice when she answered. “If he claims me as his Old Lady, then I’m his Old Lady.” The look in her eyes said I was going to pay dearly for putting her in this position, even if doing so kept her safe.
Deakin nodded and smirked at me. “I think you’ve put yourself in a world of shit with this one.” Brik tried to stifle a laugh and hid it by taking a sip of whiskey. Deakin glanced at him before turning back to us. “This does make a difficult situation and decision even more difficult. We protect our own, and I’m not going to turn your Old Lady out to be Demon food. Cyril is only going to get worse in his attempt to kill both of us, so I only see one viable option. We go to war, and Cyril has to die.”
ChapterSix
LeiMae
Not one to usually drink liquor, my head was buzzing as I stood under the hot spray of the shower and replayed the recent chaos in my mind. Why the fuck did Tracker have to put me on the spot like that? He saved my life and continued to protect me from that moment, and I couldn’t bring myself to say no. I would’ve felt like the most ungrateful cunt on the planet. Our living arrangements already had everyone treating me like his Old Lady, but now it was official. That son of a bitch.
To make matters worse, now Deakin had declared war on The Red Demons. People I have come to care deeply about were now in danger, and I couldn’t be naïve enough to think all of them were going to survive the coming storm. I got out of the shower and wiped the mirror clean. The haunted look in my eyes unnerved me more than it ever had before. It wasn’t an ideal life by any means, but I was okay with being hunted. I wasn’t okay knowing someone I cared about would end up dying, in part, to protect me.
I wrapped a towel around my hair and another around my body. Solitude was what I craved, and I made a beeline to the bedroom. I was able to avoid contact with anyone and slipped quietly into my darkened bedroom. I quickly dried my hair and threw the towel towards Tracker’s chair before flicking the light switch. Tracker was sitting in his chair in nothing but a pair of boxers. There was a feral look in his eyes that made my breath hitch and things down below tighten.
The question of what he was doing was barely formed on my lips before he was on me. His lips crushed mine as he ripped the towel from my body. Without warning or hesitation, he shoved his hand between my legs and slid two fingers inside of me. I found myself quickly succumbing to his expert touch and wrapped my arms around his neck as the orgasm ripped through me.
