Bad to the Bone, page 1
part #1 of Dirty Fuckers MC Series
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Copyright© 2015 Sam Crescent
ISBN: 978-1-77233-419-7
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DEDICATION
I dedicate this to all the MC lovers out there.
BAD TO THE BONE
Dirty Fuckers MC, 1
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2015
Prologue
James opened the doors to the old abandoned building. It was large with four floors with plenty of room on the ground floor for them to have a bar, church, kitchen, sitting room, games room, and a couple of other rooms as well. The place needed a lot of work, but with the right vision and plenty of cash, James saw it being a dream for what the MC wanted. They were Dirty Fuckers, and his brother Leonard had decided they should be known as the Dirty Fuckers MC. They were all best friends, and most of them had grown up together in foster care or some of them were runaways.
Each of them had gotten by through working their skills from fighting to fucking. James trusted each of his brothers with his very life. They were not the kind of MC club that dealt guns or drugs, or did illegal shit. They were a bunch of vicious men who’d gotten their name because they dealt in sex and fights. Each of them had worked for Ned Walker at some point, yet none of them had stayed, and that was going back a good five years. They were together forming their own family, united in their loyalty to each other.
“What the fuck is this place?” Drake asked, coming in behind him.
There were only a couple of brothers who’d followed him to the clubhouse. Some of the brothers were unsure of settling down in one place, but James saw the value in setting down his roots, even if it was strange to him. His brother Leonard, or Pixie as he liked to be called, had also come along with him. James didn’t blame him for preferring Pixie. What kind of name was Leonard? His little brother—of a few seconds—had gotten bullied for it through school, but James had always been there to stick up for him. “This place is fucking brilliant.” They were the same age, but they were not identical in anyway.
Smiling, James touched the walls.
“How can this place be fucking brilliant? It’s falling apart?” Caleb asked, touching the wall.
“Structurally it’s sound. There’s not a problem with the main building. Everything inside needs a touch of love.” James looked around him at the potential. This place was perfection. “Think about it, men. This is going to be our place to put down roots.”
The Skulls and Trojans were known for putting down their roots, and it was time for the Dirty Fuckers.
“This is going to drain funds,” Drake said.
“We’ve got more than enough to build this place up. Once we get set up we can open up the bar, have a diner off the main floor, and this back part is the main part of our club. We’ll start making money, and we’re investing a lot of it as well. We’ve got what we need to set this place up.”
“A diner and bar? What the hell are we saying to the other clubs? Come and fuck with us ‘cause we’re a bunch of pussies?” Caleb asked.
“No. This is a place for us to party, to fuck, and to stay in the same fucking place.” James turned to the men. “Come on, it’s time for us to set up some place. I’m tired of fucking skanks on the road, and beating the shit out of pussies who don’t know their dick from their asshole. If other clubs want to come and mess with us, let them. We’d soon show them we’re not a club to be messed with.”
Everything they did was aboveboard, and no one called them pussies, no one. Even Chaos Bleeds kept away from them. They’d earned their name through hard work, blood, and pain. James would hurt and kill anyone who tried to take on his club.
He turned to Drake, who recently suffered from herpes because he forgot to bag his dick. “You should want to be safe. What I hear that shit fucking hurt,” James said.
“So what? We have condoms around?”
“Yeah, we have condoms, and no one can say shit about us. The diner and bar keep us legal, and we can fuck all the pussy that comes through that door.” He pointed to the door that they’d just entered.
“I’m in,” Pixie said. “I like variety in my pussy.”
“You would be,” Caleb said. “You never go against your brother.”
“I’m living and breathing, which is more than I can say for some people. James looks out for each of us. You need to realize this is a money making pit, and who would turn down free fucking pussy? I’m not. I’m with James ‘cause I’m tired of being on the road. I’m tired of having skanky leftovers.”
Several seconds passed before anyone else spoke up.
“I’ve got connections,” Drake said, giving in. “We can certainly get this piece of shit up to scratch. I don’t know what we’ll do for a cook.”
“You leave everything up to me. I’ll make sure everything is set up.” Taking a deep breath, James looked around the house. This was where they could make their future. The Dirty Fuckers MC was more than ready to take on the town of Greater Falls. He didn’t personally know why it was called Greater Falls, but it had a nice ring to it. They were the best MC around as far as he was concerned. Dirty Fuckers MC in Greater Falls. Perfection for him. He couldn’t wait to get started.
For the next year the entire club worked on getting the club into something to be proud of. They stripped the interior, and replaced everything that was dead or rotten. James worked side by side with his men, bargaining with electricians, builders, and plumbers. No one fucked over the club. He always got the best deals for his men.
Once the diner was close to being finished he called Teri Davies whom he’d met on the road. He’d fucked her a couple of times, and after he called out her boss, he got her fired. Since then he’d been trying to find the best place for her to work. Teri didn’t deserve to be fired, but he’d be a better boss.
He was meeting her at the diner in fifteen minutes. After breaking up a play fight between Pixie and Jerry, James made his way toward the diner just as Teri was pulling into the parking lot.
“What the hell is going on, James?” she asked. “Your cryptic message didn’t tell me anything. Do you know how expensive gas is? I can’t just come running to you every time you tell me.”
“That’s why it was cryptic so you decided to fucking come. I’ll pay you for gas. You don’t need to worry about the cost.” He smiled as he held his hand out to the diner. “What do you think?”
She joined him, slugging his arm before turning to the building.
“It’s an empty diner, James.”
“We own it. The MC owns it, and we’re looking for a cook.”
Teri paused staring at the building in wonder. “You’re shitting me?”
“No.”
“I was only a waitress.”
“And we tasted all of your food, Teri. You can cook, and you should have owned that fucking diner back in the city. You should own a thousand fucking restaurants. That’s how damn good it tastes,” he said, meaning every word. “I don’t offer shit to shit people. You’re good at what you do, the best. I want you cooking for the club, and we’ll make sure you’re not tempted to walk away.”
Tears filled her eyes as she stared at the building. “You got me a diner. This doesn’t mean you’re going to want to marry me does it?” she asked.
“Fuck no. We’re friends, and we can still fuck. I’m not going to own you.” He placed his arm across her shoulders and looked up at the diner. “What do you think?”
“I think this is amazing. You finally did it.”
“I know.”
“This is what Pixie has always wanted,” Teri said.
“And I’m giving it to him.”
James loved his brother, and when Pixie almost died from a gunfight that they’d not been part of, James had made a promise to himself that he’d find a place for them to settle down.
This was where his brother’s dream would start and end.
“Oh my God, you’re going to have all the women eating out of the palm of your hand,” Teri said.
“I don’t want them eating my hand, baby. They’re going to be eating my dick.”
The Skulls could make a go of it, and he’d just recently heard Chaos Bleeds had settled down, and Trojans MC had always been in one place. It was time for the Dirty Fuckers to have a place, and women were going to be surrounding them like flies around shit.
Chapter One
Five years later
Cora Short glanced across her small apartment to where her friend, Stacey, was wriggling her tits in the mirror. She rolled her eyes at the sight but didn’t say anything about how her friend actually looked. Stacey looked hot, but she was trying a little too hard to show off too much flesh.
“What the hell are you doing?” Cora asked. It was a Friday night, and she had the whole of the weekend off. She worked as a secretary at Greater Falls high school. Stacey was the history teacher and a huge flirt, but never crossed the line with any of the kids or flirted with them. Her friend only flirted with men who clearly knew what they could give her. Cora adored her, even if she was a slut most of the time.
“I’m going to that club tonight. I don’t give a shit what you say, Cora. I need to get laid, and the only way to do that is to go out and find it.” Stacey faced the small mirror and finished doing her makeup.
“I’ve not got a problem with getting laid. I like having sex.”
“You’ve not had any in forever.”
“So, it’s not my fault that half the guys here bore me.”
“You’ve just got to take a dick where you can get one.”
“I thought you were going after the gym teacher, Bill?” Cora asked, changing the topic of conversation.
“Please, that asshole can’t get past his own reflection. He’s a waste of space, and I want to experience an actual orgasm tonight.”
Cora frowned. “Wait, you’re not going to that MC club are you?”
The Dirty Fuckers MC had spent the past five years gaining a reputation for themselves. Cora had returned to Greater Falls once she failed college, and ditched her cheating fiancé. Besides screwing everything up in her life, she was kind of happy. She’d not been with a guy in three years, but she didn’t need a man to be happy. She had sex regularly with random men, but she’d not actually had a steady relationship in a long time. Cora didn’t want to have a relationship with just anyone.
The one constant in her life was the vibrator that she owned, and it took care of all of her needs, never cheated, and never told her no. Cora would never admit that she’d named her vibrator Jay. Such a simple easy name to remember, and one she wasn’t going to forget anytime soon.
“Yes, I’m going there. I’ve heard many women come out of there with so many tales, and I want to be taken care of.” Stacey started to whine. “I need to have a good night of sex to make myself feel alive.
“I hope you mean not killed. You know these MCs are dangerous.”
“Not all MC clubs are dangerous,” Stacey said, turning back to face her.
Cora took in the sight of her friend. “You look like you mean business.”
“Good. I’m going out to fuck, nothing else.”
Rolling her eyes, Cora turned the page of the newspaper she’d been reading.
“You’re coming with me,” she said.
“Wait? What?”
“You heard, Miss Smarty Pants,” Stacey said. “Get up and get dressed. You’re going out with me, and we’re going to find you some action. I’m not going on my own while you’re alone.”
“No, that’s not happening.”
“Er, yeah it is.”
“No, it’s not, and I’ll tell you why. One, I don’t feel like going out, and two, I’ve got a date.”
“Jay doesn’t count.”
She had almost forgotten that Stacey had gotten her drunk, and gotten the truth out of her about naming her vibrator. Cora had threatened extreme bodily harm if Stacey mentioned it to anyone. She would sit on her friend until she screamed for mercy. Cora was bigger than her friend at a size sixteen, while Stacey was a size ten. Cora had never worried about her weight. She ate what she liked, and if men didn’t like her curves, they could go and fuck themselves.
“Come on, Cora. It’ll be fun, and we can relax, and find a man for you.”
Shaking her head, she turned to stare at Stacey, who flopped down on the sofa.
“Fine, I’ll have one drink, and then I’m out of there,” Cora said.
“Go and get changed. You’ve got to look hot or the guys don’t let you in.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Cora asked.
“What? It’s their club, and what the hell is wrong with dressing up? You’re hot, Cora, so put it to good use.”
“Sexist pigs,” Cora said. What kind of club stopped women from entering or exiting based on the way they were dressed?
Changing into a pair of tight jeans and crop top, she pulled her blonde hair back into a rubber band. When she came out of the bedroom, Stacey looked upset.
“What are you doing?”
“This is the best you’re going to get,” Cora said, holding her hand up. “I’m not interested in picking up a guy. They’re probably all infected with some kind of disease. I told you I wasn’t interested in the club. I’m not going to change my mind.”
“The hot kind of disease.”
Rolling her eyes, Cora grabbed her leather jacket from the back of the couch, and followed Stacey outside. She clicked her car, and when Stacey made to protest, Cora cut her off.
She’d seen many of the Dirty Fuckers around town. They were good looking, but they were also surrounded by women. Cora wasn’t interested in following a long list of women who’d fucked the men. She only had a few rules when it came to men, and not being at the mercy of them was one of her rules.
Starting her car, she drove toward the diner, bar, and club. It was one large building that had a large parking lot. The music hit her ears the moment she stepped out of the car. The heavy beat was filled with sex, heat, and promise. She couldn’t help but be affected by the noise. Cora had heard plenty of rumors about the club but hadn’t believed much of it. Tonight she was going to get the chance to see what all the fuss was about.
The diner was amazing. Cora had eaten there many times, and the chef, Teri was a darling, even if she did belong to the club. Cora liked her a lot, and had tested most of the menu. She was a sucker for some good food.
“Are we eating?” Cora asked, suddenly hungry.
“You’ve got to be kidding, right? We’re going straight to the party. I’m not letting any of those sluts take the best men.”
“You do realize you’ve called a bunch of women sluts for being at this party, right? The same party you’re going to.”
“I’m not a slut?”
Cora gave her a pointed look.
“I’m not a slut, but I may like acting the part of one.”
“You’re a slut.”
Stacey slapped her playfully on the arm. “Sluts have a lot of fun. Come on, let’s go.”
Cora followed Stacey up to the door, not seeing the point in arguing with her. There were two men who each had a woman sat on their lap. She recognized their faces but didn’t have a clue what they were called. Cora never paid attention to the club before, choosing to ignore them.
“What are you doing here?” the one on the left asked.
“We’ve come to party,” Stacey said, cocking her hip out, pouting her lips.
“What about you?” the one on the right asked Cora.
“I’m here because she wouldn’t leave me at home.” She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping he tried to piss her off. Cora was more than ready for him. This was the last place she wanted to be, and she was practically begging for them to come at her.
“We only allow party girls inside,” left guy said.
“We’re only here to party. I want to get laid, too. I’m forever hopeful,” Stacey said, trying to purr.
Damn, her friend was really looking for some action tonight. Stacey only tried to purr if she thought it would help. Cora glared at the right guy, wishing he’d say one thing so she could spew filth out of her mouth. Most of the time because she worked in the high school, people assumed she was this sweet little innocent woman who didn’t know how to party. The truth was she loved to get down and dirty. The men who tried to date her couldn’t handle the kind of freaky shit she loved. They were looking for something normal, and the moment she took over, they ran like fucking cowards. This was why she preferred to keep her relationship with Jay. He didn’t complain if she needed to come more than twice a night. No one could keep up with her, and so she hid that side of herself so well, almost no one even knew she existed. Stacey knew, and part of Cora believed this was a ploy to get her dirty side out. Cora hadn’t let that side of her out for so long. She’d grown tired of men trying to change her.
Stepping close to the man on her right, she ignored the woman, and focused on him. Her heart was pounding, and her pussy hummed at the simple action of approaching this potentially dangerous man. One of his legs was sticking out, and the other had the woman on it. Stepping so his thigh was between her thighs, she leaned in close so their lips were barely touching, and staring into his eyes, she asked, “What’s the matter? Can’t you handle a real woman?”
