Hell's Viper (Hell's March MC Book 1), page 5
This is the break I’ve been needing and I’ll dig my knife in a little deeper by taking The Beast’s newest toy. I run down the metal stairs inside the abandoned warehouse while grabbing a gun from the holster. Reaching inside my trench pocket, I grab a silencer to screw on the end of it. There can’t be too much noise to alert the idiots inside the compound and I need to act fast in case they have surveillance cameras outside.
My boots step outside of the warehouse, the heels hitting the concrete sidewalk the only sound around me. Knowing the trench’s hood covers the majority of my face, I head across the street, my eyes firmly on the ground ahead of me. I send out two more chirps, hoping Robby can tell I’m closer while heading straight for the gate. Stealth is abandoned as I turn the corner and come face-to-face with Robby. His eyes widen when they land on me, his jaw tightening as he continues his pace toward me.
The other prospect stands facing the opposite direction when I raise my gun and aim for the back of his head. He drops to the ground as Robby rushes to open the gate.
“Cameras?” I ask as I step inside.
“None,” he says quickly as he gazes back to the compound. “Delia, they don’t need surveillance because these guys are fucking brutal. You won’t get in without being gunned down.”
“That woman The Beast had. Where would he take her?” I grab the front of his Knight cut, the urge to rip it off him strong. “Hurry up, Robby.”
“Basement, I would assume. There’s a door at the back.” He swallows thickly as sweat breaks out on his brows.
“Guarded?” I prod as he nods.
“One man usually.” He turns to look at the compound door again and I swear I can hear his fucking heart thundering inside his chest. “But, Delia, this is bad. You’re alone…”
“I’m the fucking Viper, Robby. This is what I do. Now listen carefully. Take this phone.” I pull my burner out of my pocket and hand it to him. “Put your number in there, then place it outside of the gate. I’ll grab it on my way out. Did you get that?”
“Yeah.” He nods and takes the phone. “What else?”
“This is going to hurt, but at least they won’t kill you on suspicion of letting me in.” I raise my gun and shoot him in the leg, making sure to hit the side. He grits his teeth to hold in a shout and falls to the ground. “Get your number in that phone,” I remind him before running for the back door.
I grab the large handle on the steel industrial door and give it a yank, but the fucker doesn’t budge. “It was worth a try,” I mutter to myself as I adjust the hold on my gun and tap it to the metal in a gentle knock. “Knock, knock.”
The bolt slides against the door and then it’s being pushed open, bringing a Highway Knight into view.
“Good evening, motherfucker. Could I interest you in the word of our Lord?” I raise my gun as he looks at me with confusion, then I shoot him in the head, the silencer doing its job well and muffling the sound. “Malik would be proud of me for that.” I snicker to myself as I step around the body and head for the stairs. He’s always muttering something about Jesus and the Bible.
It’s been a few hours since the guys have rode out in search of Delia and the club has been quiet. There’s a blanket of unease hanging over us and it’s a hard one to lift. One of our own is on a dangerous solo mission, and even though she’s done it multiple times before, this time is different. This time it’s personal and not a paid job.
“It’s the twins’ birthday,” Jaeger grunts as he falls onto a stool at the bar, his dark eyes shining with mischief. “Diego is throwing them a surprise party over at the Dragon compound. You want to come?”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to refuse, to take the single night I won’t have to sling drinks and just sleep, but then he comes to mind. Long blond hair and blue eyes filled with humor, shining from perfectly golden skin.
“Sounds like fun,” pours from my mouth before I even have a chance to think it over. That happens often for the man who’s more than a tad too young for my interest.
“Yes!” Jaeger exclaims as his hand hits the wooden top. “We’re all about to ride over there. A few girls from Glitz will be entertaining too.” He throws me a wink as I tip my head to the side.
“I’m gay,” I inform him as one of my brows curves upward.
“I know.” He shrugs and grins as he leans in closer. “But any man can appreciate a nice set of ti—”
“Don’t finish that,” I warn him with a chuckle, relaxing my brow as I shake my head. “I’ll tell Genni.”
“You wouldn’t.” He narrows his eyes as my laugh grows louder.
“I sure as fuck would. You may be our President, but I know who the fucking boss is.” My laugh becomes a full bellow as he grumbles and shoves off the bar.
“Traitor,” he growls with a twist of his lips, his eyes reflecting my mirth. “Fine. At least enjoy the fucking depravity from afar.”
“I’m in.” I smooth back the hair that’s escaped the tie at my nape before following him and the brothers out to our bikes.
The ride to the Dragons’ club takes about fifteen minutes and I soak in the clear night sky and the full moon overhead. Riding my Harley is like fucking therapy and the wind caressing my face is like chasing an epic high. I don’t care how old I get, I’ll never give up my bike. If I have my way, my brothers will be peeling my cold, dead body from its handlebars.
The sound of heavy bass is heard over our rumbling engines as we pull into the Dragons’ compound. The feeling of being out of place is still heavy on my chest as I pull into a parking space. We’ve been enemies for decades and allies for merely weeks. One day, I’m sure pulling into this place will feel like a second home, but tonight is not that night.
Jaeger saunters over from his bike and hauls a joint out of his cut pocket with a smirk on his mouth. “Let’s start this celebration right.”
Following him to a picnic bench just outside the club’s entrance, he hops up on the table, his boots resting on the bench below. He brings the flame of his Zippo to the end of the joint and inhales, the tip burning a cherry red. His chest expands as his eyes close and he holds in the hit for a few beats before exhaling a plume of smoke.
“I remember when Malik showed up at our compound,” I begin as I sit beside him, my mind drifting to a time in my life when things were good. “He was aged beyond his years and he had a fucking hardened shell. The type of armor you’d see on a seasoned soldier back from the war. You know what I’m talking about?”
He nods and hands me the joint. “Eyes crazed from seeing things no person should.” Spot-on.
I exhale the smoke from my lungs and feel myself opening up. “I had a partner then. He was kind and patient, and he advocated for Barrett to accept him into the club, his need to save someone always on the forefront. Malik was fifteen years old, by all means still a child, and yet, he was harboring the weight of someone twice his age. Barrett saw a soldier he could mold for himself, but Harrison saw a broken soul to mend.” I take another hit and hand the joint back to Jaeger.
“What happened to him? To Harrison?” he asks, his tone filled with curiosity.
“A Dragon killed him,” I state as the air between us thickens. “He was with Barrett, running interference on one of your runs, and he took a bullet for our President,” I spit the last word out with disdain because Barrett was anything but.
“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry,” Jaeger murmurs as he exhales smoke with each word. “He died doing what he felt was right, and that in itself is honorable. I can understand how hard it must be to stand here, knowing what happened to your partner.”
“That’s just it.” I chuckle and shake my head. “It’s not so hard when I imagine how Harrison would see it. He was always adapting, loving change, and I know he would’ve thrived in this situation. I’m channeling him tonight.”
Jaeger passes me back the joint, the length nothing more than a roach now with one hit left on it. I bring it to my lips and squint through the smoke, inhaling the remnants before flicking it to the ground. “I’m glad. Even the strongest men would crumble in your situation.” He stands from the bench and claps a hand to my shoulder. “Chip makes a great whiskey on the rocks, let's go get some.”
“That’s not difficult.” I scoff with a roll of my eyes and stand from the bench, my vision moving slowly as my body feels the effects of the weed.
“Don’t tell him that.” Jaeger laughs and I join in. “Chip is a good person. I would even go as far as to say he has a lot of the same traits as Harrison.” He squeezes my shoulder as I take a deep breath to steady my pounding heart.
“Yeah.” It’s a statement because I’ve already seen that. It’s the reason I find myself so drawn to the man and it sometimes blurs the age difference between us.
Jaeger hauls open the door and motions for me to head in, the music hitting me square in the chest. Once I adjust to the smoke and noise, I find the place chaotic and brimming with heat. Dancers are tangled around brothers, lines are being cut on table surfaces, and the bar is filled with people wanting drinks. The single man behind the counter is rushing back and forth, his blond hair a mess around his face as his skin shines with a sheen of sweat.
Jaeger breaks off from me, calling out to the Charles twins as my feet lead me to the bar, but instead of standing on the crowded side, I lift the hinged section and step to the back. He needs help and I’m the most qualified to do it.
Chip senses me before he sees me, his shoulders stiffening when he lifts the cap off a beer bottle. As if in slow motion, he turns to look over his shoulder and a relieved smile coats his lips at the sight of me. “You’re like a gift from Hell standing there!”
I grab a couple glasses and start filling them with ice from the metal trough in front of me, my smile growing at his words. “Looked like you needed the help!” I call back as I lean in to listen to what the brothers want to drink.
Thirty minutes later, I’ve committed his crisp linen scent to memory and my body is aching with his proximity. I consider myself a strong man, one who isn’t easily swayed by the emotions the heart emits, but right now, I’m on the cusp of losing it as my cock strains against the fly of my jeans.
One more brush of the arm or his warm breath on my cheek as he leans in to tell me something and I will bend him over this fucking bar in front of everyone.
“We need to restock the beer!” Chip yells over the music. I turn to look at him, our eyes clashing, and what he finds in my depths has him taking a step back. That’s right, kid, I muse to myself. Be wary.
He turns and opens a door at the end of the bar, disappearing inside, and I still for all of two seconds before I’m stalking after him. I effectively tune out the constant warnings in my head and instead, decide to follow what my heart says. It wants the young man whose old soul shines from his blue eyes.
As soon as I step through the door, the tension surrounds me and the potent cloud of desire crowds around us as I kick it shut behind me. Chip is waiting, standing in the center of the room. His hands are clenched at his sides as his chest heaves with each breath, the motion moving his leather cut.
“You got me here,” I rasp out, my tone saturated with need. “Now what are you waiting for?”
He moves at lightning speed, his body colliding with mine as his fingers sink into my hair, my body tensing with shock. That fades quickly though when my hands land on his waist as I drag him in, closing the last few inches of space between us, and then I grind my hard cock against his. His mouth opens on a gasp and I swallow it whole as I crush my lips to his.
Plush flesh encases my mouth as I lick along the seam of his lips, seeking entrance into his warmth and letting myself succumb to the forbidden moment. It’s been hell fighting the urge to claim him, and with just one taste, I know he’s mine. As soon as his lips part, my tongue rages inside and I battle to keep myself together.
His grip tightens in my hair as he moans, the sensation making me skim my hands up his sides and along his arms to wrap around his wrists. Without breaking our kiss, I extract his hands from my hair and raise them over his head while I walk his back to the wall. The second he meets the plaster, I rip my mouth from his and spin him around, forcing his chest to the wall and his hands above his head. Grinding my cock into his ass, I lean in close to his ear, licking my tongue along the shell.
“Pop that sweet ass out and rub it along my cock, kid.”
My body moves at his demand as my head swims in an ocean of need and my cock is pulsing in time to the jerks of his against my ass. I grind along the front of his jeans, taking note of the thick size and length, my mouth watering with need.
“Fuck,” I groan. “Just fuck me.”
His fingers tighten around my wrists as he thrusts roughly against me, his mouth still at my ear. “Did I say you could speak?” My cock weeps at his words, his dominating attitude tugging on the dormant submissive inside me. Who the fuck knew that I would like this shit? Or do I just like that it’s Rockz? “You’re debating whether to fight me, to disobey my commands. Let me give you a word of advice, kid.” He nibbles along my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin. “Don’t.”
My body falls lax as I nod my head, willing to do just about anything to prolong this moment, to find my sweet release. He gathers both my wrists in his large hand while the other moves downward over my arm and across my chest to my stomach. I tighten my abs, anticipating his touch when his hand sweeps up under my shirt to scrape his nails along my skin. He travels back up toward my chest as a whimper falls from my parted lips. He’s going in the wrong direction.
His fingers pinch my nipple, the sting immediate and his snarl only amplifying the sensation as it travels to my cock. “How bad do you want me to tear this ass up?” he growls, and I nearly blow my load like a fucking teenager.
I bite my bottom lip to prevent the plea that’s sitting on my tongue from escaping. The thought of him stopping because I can’t follow instructions is a real fear right now. My body begins to tremble as I try to hold back from moving too suddenly or speaking when I’ve not been given permission.
“You can answer me, kid,” he grunts as his cock slams between my ass cheeks. “How badly do you want me to tear this ass up?”
“So fucking bad,” I whine, my voice not even sounding like my own.
It’s been a while since I’ve been with a man and never anyone connected to the club. I’m not ashamed of my bisexuality, I just never wanted to mix those aspects of my life. So if we were to fuck right now in this storage room, my ass would indeed be torn the fuck up.
“As much as I want to drag these pants down your legs and spread these tight ass cheeks apart, I’d kill anyone who walked in on that,” he husks as he releases my wrists. “Turn around.”
Spinning until my back meets the wall, I find myself encased between Rockz’s large arms, his face so close to mine. I drag in a breath infused with his and fist my hands to keep myself from reaching for him.
“Get on your knees, kid, and pull my cock out of my pants.”
Falling to my knees, I look up to find him leaning against the wall, his jaw clenched and his hands fisted to the plastered surface. He cocks one brow and I immediately reach for his fly. My fingers tremble as I undo the button, his cock jerking beneath the material of his jeans. Once the zipper is lowered, his cock juts forward, the angry tip staring me in the face. Rockz isn’t wearing any fucking underwear.
“Wrap your hand around me and squeeze. I like it rough. Think you can manage?” His gruff voice and commanding tone has my cock jumping against my own fly, begging to be released.
I grab his cock and squeeze as pain shoots through my palm. Lifting his cock up, I’m shocked to find a decorated line of piercings from the base to tip, all of them adorned with sharp spikes. “A Jacob’s Ladder of spikes?” I breathe out, his tearing up my ass comment now making more sense.
“When you own a tattoo shop with a sadistic piercer, that’s what happens.” He grins down at me as his cock pulses in my hand. “Think you can manage those in your mouth?”
Swallowing thickly, I carefully position my fingers around the base, trying to avoid the spikes as I lean forward and swipe my tongue along the tip. His salty essence floods my mouth as he tsks, drawing my eyes up to look at him.
“Open your mouth, kid, I need to come and I want it to be down your throat. Brothers are going to start looking for more alcohol.” His warning has me opening my mouth and tentatively sucking on the tip of his cock. “Forget about the pain. It goes hand in hand with pleasure. Open. Your. Fucking. Mouth.”
Tamping down my fear of his deadly weapon, I open my mouth and moan the second he pushes inside. The spikes aren’t as bad as I thought they would be because they fold to the side with a little pressure. My cock strains as I begin to take more of him, the velvet skin like butter along my tongue. I give attention to the head, flicking the tip and eliciting sweet moans from his domineering mouth. His head hangs between his shoulders as his arms tense against the wall.
“I’m holding myself back here, kid, and I don’t know how much longer I can take. Tell me I can fuck your mouth.” His words clear my mind of any lingering fears regarding his dangerous cock, and I nod enthusiastically around him. “Pull your cock out and let me see you jerk it off.”
My hands drop to my fly as I suck his head, his eyes burning blazing heat into mine. I have never been this enthralled, this ready to bury my pride and bruise my knees for a man. Gripping my cock in my hand, I nearly blow my load when his fingers slip into my hair and he adjusts my head.
