Diablo- Savage Souls MC

MC party

Diablo

We arrived at the clubhouse just after 8. Having Alex cling to me during the ride, her hands tight around my stomach, had my di*k screaming to be released and thrust into whatever spot she'd allow.

The party was in full swing. The music blasted out of the speakers and bled into the parking lot. I helped her off and unhooked her helmet, smoothing down her hair. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled. "How was your first ride little deer?" She smiled. Fu*king beautiful full smile.

"I loved it! Thrilling but I felt safe with you."

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the party. She pulled slightly back.

"Diablo? Why do you call me little deer?"

My eyebrows raised as I looked deeply into her eyes.

"It's your eyes little deer. Your big doe eyes."

She smiled and nodded. And the fact that I'm chasing you like a starving hunter, I thought. But I'll keep that to myself, for now.

Alex

We passed a guy manning the doors with a nod. Entering the party, I instantly leaned into Diablo. He put a comforting hand on my lower back.

Dozens of people littered the massive room. A bar on one side with two bartenders, a beautiful redhead and a jolly looking older man with a handlebar mustache. On the other side, couches were placed around multiple pool tables. Dart boards on the other side. On the couches were a handful of members, barely dressed women grinding and making out with most. Suddenly, a booming voice echoed through the room.

"Yo Diablo! Get your as* over here!"

He guided me along until we were in front of a very intimidating man. Striking blue eyes, shaved head and a beard down to his mid-chest. Looking at his kut confirmed my assumption.

Hatchet, president.

He clapped Diablo on the back and gave me a wink. I smiled up at him. He was a big guy, not as big as Diablo but at least 6 feet tall.

"So this is the gal that has made my VP here a soft little teddy bear." He joked.

I gave a short laugh, covering my mouth. I looked at Diablo who was shooting Hatchet a death glare.

"Oh come on, Diablo don't take it so hard, if I had this pretty little thing on the back of my bike I'd be a softy too."

"Har har, hilarious prez." He shrugged.

"I'm gonna borrow your man for a minute, dear. RAZOR! Get the lady something to drink!"

The jolly bartender nodded and smiled. "I'll be back in just a minute. Just stay at the bar with Razor and Misty and I'll meet you."

I nodded, and he kissed the top of my head.

Diablo

"Got word from the Bratva that the Saints attempted another heist on our guns last night. They say if we don't nip it in the a*s they are going to do it themselves, and we don't want that kind of heat around."

"f**k. Well, prez I guess it's time to amp it up. I'll station some guys around the next shipment. We'll catch them in the act and let loose." I smiled.

I was over these bast*rds. I personally would be there to catch them in the act and make sure they know why I'm called Diablo.

"You gonna claim the girl?"

I turned and looked directly in Hatchets eyes.

"Ya, I think I am. She's amazing. Everything I never knew I wanted."

Hatchet slapped my shoulder and squeezed. "Atta boy. God da*n I never thought I'd see the day. Claim her before someone else does."

Pure rage shot through me at the thought. Guess she was it. Who knew my cold hearted as* would ever want this. Suddenly we heard loud cheering and hoots. What the hell? I ran out to make sure Alex was safe. No one better have touched her.

Alex

I approached the bar and Razor handed me a beer. I happily took it and went for my cash.

"Oh no ma'am. Diablo would castrate me if I let you pay, old ladies don't pay for drinks." Wiping down the bar, he winked at me.

"Oh no, I'm not an old lady. We are just friends." I said with a laugh. As much as I wanted Diablo, I wasn't sure if it was mutual. We flirted yes, but he never attempted to touch me sexually.

Unfortunately.

"I sure haven't seen the VP look at any woman the way he looks at you." Suddenly the pretty redhead joined him.

"Oh no, Diablo never looks at women like that. He's a cold bas*ard. It's refreshing seeing that man smile at someone."

I blushed and looked down, absorbing everything they said. Suddenly someone was tapping my shoulder. I turned to see a pretty blond, slightly taller than me. Wearing, well, practically nothing. Big fake t*ts, extensions that were hanging on for dear life and at least 7 coats of make-up.

"Who the fu*k are you?" She spit out, eyeing me up and down.

"Candy..." I heard Razor growl out.

Completely ignoring the jolly guy, she continued her word vomit.

"You think because Diablo brought you here you matter to him? I've been with him for years, you're just another bi*ch he'll have warm his bed for a night or two and ditch your a*s. He's not into fat girls. Sorry girl." She smiled like she just won a prize.

Well. That escalated quickly.