Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) Page 3

  “Right, so snatch and grab. Then we take her to an alley, beat the crap out of her till she blacks out. Then we take her back to Cupiditas, drop her off out the front and drive off. Sound like a plan?” I ask.

  They all nod as Penetrator chuckles in the front seat. In a way it’s good that Techie, Lookout, Crash, Behemoth and Jigsaw have all left, but especially Steel. They wouldn’t have the balls to stomach this kind of behaviour. They respect women too much to use them as a pawn in our war with the Cartel, and to use Papi as a chess piece in the game, they would definitely have a problem with that.

  That was the problem, I let the weak and soft join the ranks of my club. And for that, the club became corrupt. The heat infiltration and the Cartel on our backs was a result of the acceptance of weak minded men. I should’ve only accepted the strong-willed and tough men into my fold. Well, not anymore. No more weaklings will come into this club, you show a softer side, and you’re out.

  “We’re coming up to the street, Prez,” Penetrator announces breaking me from my thoughts.

  “Right, we all set?” I ask looking at my guys one last time.

  “Yep,” Acid and Blade reply in unison. I get a curt nod from Manson as he crouches down by the door.

  Penetrator turns down the side street, and I look up ahead to see the girl walking along the footpath with the bag of food and coffee. Earbud cords dangle from her ears as she bops and swings her hips in time to the music playing on her iPod.

  “There, that’s her.” I point to Penetrator so he knows where to line the cage up. Glancing around the empty street, I smirk at the lack of witnesses. Thank God she uses the back streets.

  “Right, get ready guys, balaclavas on.”

  They pull the knitwear over their heads and Acid moves over to the door. Manson preps himself into position as we slow down coming up behind her. Having music in her ears is a blessing, she won’t even hear us coming. Penetrator slows the Crafter to a crawl, and Acid slides the door open.

  Her head swings around, but Manson is out, wrapping his arms around her waist and mouth, and dragging her back in before she knows what’s hit her. Her bags fall to the pavement splattering coffee and crap everywhere, as she starts to scream, kicking her legs out and pushing her body against Manson, but he’s too strong for her. He pulls her inside, and Acid slams the door shut as Blade blasts his fist into the side of her head. She stills, and her body slumps as she falls from Manson’s arms to the floor like a lifeless scrap, knocked out cold.

  “Well, that was easier than I thought it would be,” Acid chirps and bares his teeth in a happy growl as Penetrator floors the accelerator and speeds off down the street.

  “Penetrator, I think we can do this in the cage while you drive. Then we can drop her off, rather than using the alley. It’ll save time and prevent possibly getting caught. You guys okay to rough her up a bit in the back there?” I ask, and they all nod matter-of-factly.

  “Okay, then have at it.”

  “Penetrator how far to the whorehouse?”

  “A few minutes, Prez. Guys finish up and get ready to drop her off.”

  “Right you heard him, help her up.”

  Acid pulls her to a sitting position. She flops her head about dangling from side to side as she continues to space in and out of consciousness.

  “Star you with us?” Acid asks slapping her face.

  She winces and moans slightly. “Who are you? Why are you doing this?” she gurgles out in almost a whisper so I can only just hear it.

  “This is a message for your boyfriend, Papi. He’ll know what it’s about,” Acid chirps back happily his face still covered by a balaclava.

  “Are you going to k-kill me?” she asks with a slight crack in her voice.

  Acid smiles and shakes his head. “No sweetheart, you’re just the messenger, your job here is done.”

  Penetrator pulls up and Blade steps forward opening the door quickly. Manson grabs her by her hair, and she squeals, as he pulls her from the cage and thrusts her out the front of Cupiditas, the whorehouse where Papi and her work. She stumbles on the spot almost losing her footing as Manson jumps back in, slams the door shut, and we’re off again before she even has time to turn around. I watch in the mirrors to see her stumble toward the door and then we turn the corner before I can see anything else.

  “Job well done, guys.” Turning back to my brothers in the back, I see them taking off their balaclavas.

  “Hopefully, Papi will get the message and will start distributing as soon as possible,” Penetrator expresses, and I nod facing back to the front with a smile as we drive back to the clubhouse.

  Walking inside the clubhouse, Acid and Blade shoot past me straight behind the bar obviously knowing what I need from them. For newbies to this place, they sure are some of the most dedicated and loyal prospects I’ve come across. Acid starts pouring the beer while Blade turns up ‘No Pain, No Gain’ by the Scorpions, and I smile as I can sense a party starting in the clubrooms. The remaining club girls come in and dance together on the floor, as Penetrator joins in grinding up on Jess. Chuckling, I pick up a beer that Acid has placed in front of me.

  We’ll have Papi distributing for us soon, I have no doubt of that, but we need more than just Papi. We need a couple more lackeys, but we’re yet to find anyone interested enough to join the ranks of the Satan’s Savages. Seems we have a bad rap in town.

  Gee, I wonder who would be giving us that? Fucking José!

  Chops comes over and sits down on a stool next to me. “So how’d it go? I’m guessing from the party that’s crept up in here, it went smoothly?”

  Nodding as the amber liquid slides down my throat, I grunt in response. Placing down my stein, I smile. “All went to plan. We got her, did the job, and returned her without any issues. Now we wait for Papi to get the message and for him to fall into line. If there’s one thing I’ve learnt about Papi in the last eight months, it’s that he’d do anything for Star. So if her being hurt is called into play, then I’m sure he’ll do anything to keep her out of this.”

  Suddenly, my phone rings in my pocket. Pulling my eyebrows together, I grab my phone out and smirk, showing Chops the caller ID.

  “Didn’t take Papi long to call you,” Chops suggests.

  “This should be interesting,” I state and swipe the phone. “Papi Chulo, pleasure to hear from you—”

  “Don’t feed me your bullshit, Mad Dog. How could you do this?” he spits at me through the phone.

  Taking a deep breath, I roll my eyes. “I didn’t do anything, Papi.”

  “Oh really? Then why am I sitting in a hospital with my woman all banged up then, huh?”

  Smiling, I tilt my head. “Like I said, Papi, I didn’t do a thing. Not personally. But the thing is, the men who did, they’re sick sons-a-bitches, and I know what they’re capable of—”

  “Don’t threaten me, Mad Dog—”

  “Threaten? Oh, no one is threatening you, son. Just showing you how it works around here. If you don’t abide by how we roll, then things happen… people get hurt. And if you don’t start moving in a direction we want, then people won’t just be hurt, worse could happen… if you catch my drift?”

  He huffs and is silent for a moment, obviously stewing in his own juices. “I’ll go to the police.”

  A laugh rumbles up through my chest and bellows out through my mouth. “Oh Papi, storing drugs for bikers won’t sit too well for you, will it? Are you willing to go to jail and leave that lovely little Star out in the big wide world without you?”

  “Fuck,” he murmurs. “I should’ve never gotten in deep with you bastards.”

  “Them’s the breaks, son. So let’s talk business. When can you start distributing?” He exhales and is quiet again. “Papi, don’t go all soft on me now. You know this is how it’s going to have to go down if you want to keep Star safe. You have to work with us, not against us.”

  “How do I even go about distributing?”

  Smiling, I nod my head
looking at Chops, who grins brightly and leans his back against the bar comfortably. “I don’t care, just don’t get caught. Sell it to clients at the whorehouse, sell it when you go out clubbing, just move the product and fast. We need some cash flowing in, and if we make cash, you make cash, remember that my little friend.”

  He exhales down the line and is silent again. Fuck, that’s getting really annoying.

  “Papi, this is going to be mutually beneficial, you’ll see that in the long run. Just take your time to start off with, take a week or so to place your feelers out, and then you can start to work a bit harder. I’m not an unreasonable man, Papi.”

  He scoffs making me frown, and I sit up straight leaning forward on the stool.

  “Papi, are you in?”

  He exhales but the pause is short before he answers. “Fine! But if you touch Star again, I’ll fucking come after you myself you piece of fucking shit, you got me?”

  Smirking, I nod. I like this kid. “You have balls, Papi. I like that. See that you use them!” I pull the phone from my ear, hang it up and slide it across the surface of the bar.

  “He’s in, Chops. This might actually be starting to pan out.”

  He nods and runs his hand over his chin. “I hope so. We need something to get us going. The Cartel is all over us right now, we might need to start looking into obtaining a legit business, just to bring in something extra.”

  Pursing my lips, I nod slightly. I’ve never wanted to run a business, but I know with the way things are headed, we might not have a choice. “I’ll keep it in the back of my mind. I’ve never had to do anything legit, I'd prefer not to start now. But I’m open to it. Just keep it on the back burner for now, okay?”

  He nods and taps the bar. “I need a drink.”

  Smirking, I tap the bar too. “A drink sounds mighty fine. A drink and a fuck, that’s what I need.”

  Aimie walks up to the bar after dancing on the dancefloor and orders a wine from Acid. She’s just had her eighteenth birthday, so I feel a little better when I fuck her now. Knowing she was seventeen did my head in a little. But the girl can suck like a Dyson, and has the stamina of no woman I’ve known before. Sure there’s no chemistry there, I feel nothing for her, but she gets me off, and that’s all I need. She’s a good girl. Does the right things. Does what’s good for the club. I should look after her better than I do, but I don’t have time to pussy foot around the club whores. If she wants an old man she can fuck around with Acid, I see the way he looks at her. I know he wants her but won’t touch her because of me. I probably should let them work out their chemistry, but honestly, Aimie is a good girl, she can do better than Acid. I’m doing her a favour, he’s the type who’d cheat on her, beat her, belittle her. She might be lusting over him—God knows why—but I think her not being with him is a good option. So I’ll keep her on my tight lead.

  I pull out the stool next to me and tap it for her to sit down.

  “Hey, Aimie.”

  She turns to look at me with a meek smile and nods. “Prez.”

  She doesn’t talk to me much, just shows me the respect I’m supposed to have. I know she doesn’t like me much either. Hell, I don’t blame her. I’m an old fart compared to some of the fitter, virile, and better-looking guys here that she could be hooking up with.

  “Feel like helping me out in the assembly room.” It’s more of a statement than a question.

  She fakes a smile, takes a deep breath, and starts walking, still with a slight limp from when José shot her in her calf. It unsettles me that she isn’t happy, she came here for a better life, I’d like to give her that. I need to try harder, maybe this time I’ll make this fuck session all about her, and then I’ll get off. Reward her for being such a good club whore. Standing up, I wrap my arm around her waist as we walk toward the assembly room, she looks up at me through her lashes, and I see the sadness in her eyes.

  Yeah, I’ll make this all about her.

  Walking in, I close the door behind us and turn to face her as she drops to her knees and starts to unbuckle my belt. Grabbing her shoulders, I pull her back up, and she furrows her brows swallowing hard as her lips part like she’s shocked.

  “Let me take care of you this time, Aimie. Sit up on the table.” Her eyes open wide and glisten, as she smiles showing all of her perfectly white teeth.

  “Are you sure? I mean I don’t mind servicing—”

  “Shhh, just let me worship your body for once, okay?”

  She slowly nods her head as I move in between her thighs and run my fingers through her hair. “Now be a good girl and pull off your knickers.”

  It’s been two days since Papi agreed to distribute, and I haven’t heard a word from him. That makes me anxious. I know I gave him a week, but I’m an impatient fucker, and I want to know what’s happening. So I throw my feet up onto the desk in the assembly room, lean back into my chair and dial his number.

  The phone rings for a long time, and I think the bastard isn’t going to pick up. Anger surges through me, and I’m just about ready to stand up and make my way to him when he answers breathlessly.

  “Shit, hello?”

  “Fuck me cunt, I didn’t think you were going to answer!”

  “Sorry, I’m out on an appointment for work, and I was just finishing up with the client.”

  Smirking, I sit up taller in my chair. “So you we’re just fucking around then?” I tease.

  He scoffs and sighs. “I was working, Mad Dog. Some of us have day jobs, you know?”

  “But I thought you were a lady of the night?”

  He exhales exasperated. “What do you want?”

  “Well, I was wondering? Do you fuck women? Men? Or both, in your whoring ways?”

  “Seriously?”

  “Yes, I’m quite serious.”

  “Women okay! I’m a male escort, not a gay escort.”

  Raising my eyebrow at his snappy tone, I smirk. “Okay, okay. So, um… Star is okay with you fucking other women?”

  “You don’t get to talk about Star, ever!”

  Sighing, I nod. Okay, I get that, we bashed her, she’s in recovery, it’s understandable. “I didn’t think you’d be working, I thought you’d be looking after her?”

  “I am, I just had to take care of my weekly regular. Star wouldn’t let me leave it for a week, she’s as stubborn as you. But why the fuck am I telling you this? Why the fuck are you calling me?”

  “Okay, time to get to the point. What’s your progress on the distribution?”

  He scoffs and half laughs. “Are you being serious right now?”

  Opening my eyes wide at his tone and then frowning. “Deadly, Papi.”

  “I’ve been looking after my fucking beaten up girlfriend. So sorry, I’ve been a little busy to go to work on distribution. I haven’t been out anywhere. I need more fucking time, Mad Dog, and you gave me a week.”

  “Excuses, Papi. I said you had a week to send out feelers and start the distribution. You’ve had two days, the feelers should be out and distribution should be starting today or tomorrow. You need to pick up your act.”

  “Mad Dog, be reasonable. I need to look after the mess you created with Star. She’s my first priority, and she’s sore and battered. I need to look after her first, trafficking will just have to wait.”

  Scoffing at his apparent lack of understanding how this works, I shake my head. “Fine, but Papi, we need to get a wriggle on ASAP. We don’t like to play games, and we hate to be kept waiting.”

  “Fine! I’ll start dealing as soon as I can. But for now, you stay away from Star, and we’re square, right?”

  I grin knowing we’re definitely far from square, but I’ll play along in his bravado game. “Sure Papi, we’re square.”

  “I’ll let you know when I’ve made progress.”

  “Be sure you do.” Hanging up the phone, I exhale shaking my head and rolling my eyes. Stupid fucker still doesn’t get how to ride in this rodeo. He needs to be made an example of, I need
to show him I mean business. I know he isn’t working at Cupiditas, that he’s off looking after Star, but I think I’m gonna get Papi in the shit with his boss. So I’m going to cause some havoc at his workplace. Send the message while he’s away, to let him know he’s not out of danger, just because he thinks he deserves a free pass.

  Stupid, arrogant fucking prick!

  Bringing my feet down from the table, I stride out of the assembly room up to the bar where Acid is looking at his reflection in the bar mirror along the back wall of the bar and pulling strange faces at himself. Furrowing my brows, I clear my throat grabbing his attention. He spins around baring his teeth and growling as if I startled him. He spots me and then smiles brightly like the fucking freak he is.

  Who the fuck found this guy? That’s right, Lookout, another fucking freak.

  “Prez, bevvie?”

  “Nah, son. I want you to ride with me, I have a job for you.”

  His eyes light up, and he smiles wide. “For me?”

  “That’s what I said, dip shit. You in or not?”

  “Fucking yeah, do I get to kill someone?”

  Chuckling, I shake my head. “No, not quite, but you get to do a little damage. Will that do?”

  He nods with a sideways grin. “Yep, that’ll do fine. When do we mount the Hogs?”

  “Now.”

  He grins, grabbing the bar and hoisting himself up on top of it awkwardly as he tries to jump over the top, but it just looks like something out of a bad cop comedy.

  Shaking my head as he falls over the bar bench and crumbles falling to the floor, I raise my eyebrow as he springs up off the floor and stands in front of me. “Right, let’s go, sir.”

  Taking a deep breath, I wonder how anyone can be born with a full brain, but only have a quarter of it working. Must be all the drugs.

  “Righto, lead the way.” I swipe my hand out gesturing for him to go.

  He saunters toward the black door while I roll my eyes behind his back. He pushes on the door using all his weight to open it, the door is heavy and he’s a lightweight, so watching him struggle brings me a little piece of joy. Smirking as he slides through the door, I stride out behind him and we march over to our Hogs. I grab a brick from the bottom of the fence and hand it to Acid. He furrows his brows and smirks at me.