Breaking the Biker

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I HEARD THE Judge’s motorcycle pull up to the house and grabbed the bottle of Jack from the counter. There were some things I wanted to discuss with him about the Devil’s Rangers, and knew it might be my only chance to talk to him face-to-face for a while. When I stepped outside and noticed that he had his arms around Jessica, I decided to wait. They obviously wanted some privacy and I wasn’t thinking clearly anyway. In fact, I was pretty f*****g hammered.

Waving at them, I lit a cigarette and sat down on the porch, still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that my old man was really dead and that some stupid b***h, with ties to the Devil’s Rangers, had taken him out. That s**t was eating me up inside, especially not knowing who the chick was or where in the hell she was hiding out. All I could think about was finding this girl and avenging Slammer’s death. But, Raptor was urging me not to take matters into my own hands and to wait until we had all the facts. He’d also convinced me to put it on the table, for a club vote.

“This has to be done right,” he’d said, after the funeral. “No more secrets from the rest of the club. Look at what happened with Slammer. We don’t exactly know why this girl murdered him in cold blood anyway.”

“It doesn’t matter. She did it and needs to pay.”

“But don’t you want to know why?”

“I know why. Rumor has it that she’s mixed up with the Devil’s Rangers. It was more retaliation.”

“I don’t know. This doesn’t feel right. They don’t normally send a chick to do a hit. They wouldn’t trust her to get the job done.”

It didn’t exactly sound right to me either, but the fact was, my old man was gone and the shooter was going to pay. I didn’t care what kind of affiliation she had to the Devil’s Rangers or any other club. I needed to punish someone for my old man’s death and it was going to be the b***h responsible.

Sighing, I took another drag of my smoke and watched as the Judge drove off and Jessica walked up the steps toward me.

“Hey,” she said, smiling sadly.

“Hey.”

“Are you okay?”

I nodded.

“If you want to talk...”

“I’m okay,” I replied, looking away. Jessica had her own problems to deal with. I wasn’t about to stress her out any more than she already was. “I just need some time to myself.”

“I understand.” She squeezed my shoulder. “Goodnight, Tank.”

“Goodnight.”

She walked into the house and I finished my cigarette. After tossing the butt into an empty coffee can, I grabbed my cell phone and called Cheeks, one of the club w****s. It was getting late, but I was too hopped up on coke to sleep and needed something to take my mind off of s**t.

“What’s up, Prez?” she asked, sounding pleasantly surprised.

“Hopefully my c**k in about thirty minutes or less.”

She laughed. “Are you sure you weren’t trying to call for a pizza?”

“No, but now that you mention it... can you pick one up on the way over?”

“Seriously?”

I chuckled. “No. Just get your skinny little a*s over here. I could use some TLC, darlin’.”

“I can do that. Where are you?”

“I’m at Frannie’s. Come to think about it, why don’t you pick me up and we’ll go back to my place? I don’t think partying here is a good idea.”

“Is that what we’re going to do? Party?”

“Yeah, just you and me, Doll. You up for it?”

“Anything for you, Tank. I’ll swing by in twenty minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I said and then hung up.

I took another swig from the bottle of Jack and then went into the kitchen, where I wrote a note to Frannie, letting her know where I was headed. Afterward, I went outside and waited for Cheeks. When she picked me up, I lit another cigarette to cover the heavy stench of her perfume. It was some kind of flowery scent that I couldn’t stand, but didn’t have the heart to tell her.

“You still smoking?” she asked, opening up her window.

“Yeah. You smoke, don’t you?”

“I quit last January. It was my New Year’s Resolution.”

“Good for you,” I replied, meaning it. I’d never tried to quit but knew it was a struggle.

“I’m just surprised you still smoke. You obviously work out hard,” she replied, nodding toward my arms.

I smiled wickedly. “Darlin’, if you haven’t noticed, I do everything hard.”

She laughed. “Yeah.”

I took another drag of my smoke. “Truth is, I don’t smoke that much. Just when I’ve been drinking.” I chuckled. “Course, I’m always drinking.”

“That’s funny, but seriously, you should start taking better care of yourself, Tank.”

I sighed. Cheeks was in her thirties and pretty hot for an older broad, but I wasn’t about to let her, or anyone else, nag me about my health. I lifted weights and usually spent an hour a day on cardio. At least I had before Slammer’s death. The last two weeks, I’d been slacking. “I didn’t call you over to give me a lecture.”

“I’m just trying to look out for you,” she said, reaching over to squeeze my knee. “I care, you know?”

“You just need to care about this right now,” I said, grabbing her hand and putting it on my crotch. “That’s all I need you to worry about, darlin’.”

“Looks like someone’s missed me.” She squeezed my c**k. “How do you manage to pack it all in there?”

“It isn’t easy. In fact, I need to let him out. So that he can stretch and play.”

She chuckled.

I pointed toward a vacant gas station up the road. “Why don’t you pull behind there?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to wait until we get back to your place? I still have to pick up that pizza I ordered, by the way.”

“Forget the pizza. I need your mouth right now.”

She grinned. “Your wish is my command. I haven’t had me any Tank for a long time.”

“Then drive.”

Two minutes later, she was giving me head.

I grabbed the back of her head as she bobbed up and down on my knob. “f**k. Glad it was just cigarettes you gave up, darlin’. Cause that mouth....” I sucked in my breath. “Was made for sucking.”

She smiled up at me, her eyes watery.

My cell phone suddenly went off, startling both of us. “Who the hell is calling me at this f*****g hour?” I growled.

Cheeks wiped the side of her mouth. “Could be important?”

“It’d better be.” I grabbed my phone and was surprised to find that Bastard, the President of the Mother Charter, was calling me after midnight. I cleared my throat and answered the phone.

“Hey, kid,” he said. “Sorry to bother you at this hour. Hope you weren’t in the middle of something?”

“No problem at all,” I replied, slapping Cheek’s hand away from my d**k as she began playing with it. “Bastard.”

Cheeks gave me a surprised look.

“The reason I’m calling you is that I’ve found out a little more information on who it was that killed your old man.”

I sat up straighter. “Who is it?”

“Now, hold up, son. Before I give you the information, I want to remind you that we don’t go killing women. That’s not who we are.”

I sighed.

“You hear me? If I give you this, I want you to give me your word that you won’t kill this girl if you find her.”

“What am I supposed to do with her, then?” I asked, trying to remain calm. My original plan was to take both her and the guy who ordered the hit out.

“You find out who sent her to do the killing and deal with him.”

“She should be dealt with, too. She’s the one who put the bullet through his head.”

“We don’t kill women. Besides, my source says that she’s been through some family s**t and death would probably only be a relief to her.”

“Because of her, I’ve got my own family s**t, now.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for Slammer but I’m telling you, the woman is off limits. You can do what you have to, in order to get names, but do not kill her.”

I stared out the window frustrated.

“Hey, you there?”

‘Yeah.”

“You understand? Don’t kill her.”

I wasn’t about to argue with him about it on the phone. I knew that it was a club rule, but so much s**t had changed over the last twenty years that they were getting harder to follow.

“I know you’re pissed, but don’t you forget – you’re the president of your charter and need to make sure that you and your club abide by the rules we’ve set. That includes not murdering women or children.”

“I know.”

“And another thing,” he said, raising his voice. “You need to pull your s**t together if you want to stay as active president. I know you’re mourning Slammer. I get that. But, you need to quit with the cocaine and any other illegal drugs your taking, son. I’ve heard talk that this isn’t exactly recreational for you right now.”

I wondered who’d been talking to him. I couldn’t imagine Raptor or Horse ratting me out. “I’ll take care of it,” I replied, knowing that it was the only acceptable answer. Bastard wasn’t anyone to argue with, and as much as I would have loved to tell him to ‘f**k off”, I knew that I had to keep my s**t in check. Not only was he the most respected member of the Gold Vipers, but my old man had drilled it into my head that when Bastard told you to jump, you leaped.

“Good. Now, the van that picked up the girl, right after the shooting, is owned by a guy named Cole Johnson. He’s a prospect for the Devil’s Rangers.”

“So, it was retaliation.”

“Looks that way, doesn’t it? I’m still not sure who the girl is, though. I’m sure if you can get your hands on Cole, you’ll find out all you need.”

“You got an address for him?”

“No. His club is in Davenport, though. That’s what my informant told me. Their clubhouse is located in a warehouse, somewhere downtown. Anyway, I’m sure their president ordered your old man’s hit. Probably passed down by that f**k-head, Reaper, before The Judge took him out.”

“Probably. Who’s in charge of the Davenport charter?” I asked.

“The President is a guy named Schmitty. The V.P. is some douchebag named Ronnie.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Bring this to the table tomorrow and tell me how you guys want to handle it.”

“Will do.”

“And Tank, I meant what I said. Don’t be spilling some girl’s blood over this. Everything is pointing to retaliation by the Devil’s Rangers, and you know goddamn well that someone higher up made the call. Those are the ones you concentrate on.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Now, get some sleep and let me know what your club decides to do, so I’m prepared for any fallout.”

“Will do.”

We hung up and Cheeks put her hand back on my knee. “Everything okay?”

“It will be. Do me a favor, darlin’? Drop me off at home and we’ll do this another night.”

She looked surprised. “Let me get this straight, you don’t want to have s*x?”

“Sorry, Cheeks. I just have a lot of s**t to think about.”

Like how I was going to punish the girl who murdered Slammer without Bastard finding out. Someone probably ordered the hit, but I needed the person who had looked him in the eye and pulled trigger to pay as well. Women wanted to be treated like men?

Right now, I was all for equality.

I might not blow the b***h’s brains out, but she wasn’t getting away without paying some kind of penance.