Claimed and Corrupted: Bound to the MC

Chapter4 -Luke

One hour earlier

"Hey Thor, how's Prez doing?" Lucky asks as soon as I walk into the clubhouse. I had to stop by The Gentleman's Room on my way back here to see how things were going there. Unsurprisingly, with Prez locked up it was a s.hit show so it took me a lot longer to get back here than I would have liked.

"I'll be happy when we get him the f***k out of there. I don't know how he does all this s.hit."

"Well," David joins in, "he doesn't have to do it alone. You're taking on his responsibilities and your own."

"Yeah well, it's not just that. I don't trust that he'll be safe in there until this lawyer gets him out."

"He any good?" Lucky asks.

"Apparently he's the best, and he has a hot piece of a.ss helping him out so at least she'll be nice to look at."

"You trying to f***k the Prez's lawyer," David said as he started laughing.

"Eh, not sure. She seems like a cold f.ucking fish, but she is smoking. Maybe I'll give her another chance."

"So she already turned you down, huh, not used to that are ya?" Lucky threw in. And to be honest I wasn't. I didn't have to work for p*****. and not just because the club honeys are down for anything. I don't think I've ever had to work to get a woman in my bed, and I sure as f***k wasn't going to start now.

"Thor, there you are," Matt one of the prospects comes running over to us looking disheveled as h.ell.

"What is it?" I sigh, I've barely made my way ten feet into the clubhouse, I haven't had a f.ucking drink yet, but all this s.hit just keeps coming.

"Jimmy is here, at the back door. He said he tried to call you a few times but he really needs to talk to you."

"S.hit, my phone died while I was on my way back here. I'll go talk to him now, thanks." He nods then walks away.

"Trouble?" Lucky asks as he follows me while David stays behind. Lucky is the club's Enforcer so if there's something going down, I need him with me.

"I can't see any other reason he would come all the way out here when I didn't answer. Hey Jimmy," I say when he comes into view, he gives me a nod and tucks his hands in his pockets looking around skittishly. He's one of the guys we have on the inside, but he isn't a club brother. His father was in the club so he was around a lot when he was a kid. His father was a piece of s.hit but didn't show it around the club and normally the club wouldn't get involved in his home life. But Jimmy's father beat the s.hit out of his old woman so badly she ended up in the hospital, and Jimmy ended up right next to her when he tried to stop his dad. The club took care of that s.hit and made sure that Jimmy and his mom were looked after. He's been loyal to the club since then, but he never had a desire to join, and he still wasn't comfortable being around everything that goes on here.

"Hey, I tried calling you but when you didn't answer, I got here as soon as I could. One of my buddies called me from the prison. They have a transfer coming in tomorrow, and he recognized a few of the names that I asked him to be on the lookout for. It looks like a few Slayers are getting transferred in and I'm worried about Collins."

"f***k, Thor we can't leave him there unprotected," Lucky says and I can tell the wheels are already turning in his head.

"He's not unprotected, if s.hit goes down he has back-up in there and he knows it. But I'd rather not take the chance, they have people helping them too. Jimmy can you get a message to him to watch his back?"

"I can try, I only have one buddy working tonight that might be willing to do that for me but I'll ask."

"Great, if he does this, we'll owe him one let him know."

"Got it."

"That's not enough, what if he doesn't get the message?" Lucky asks.

"I'm gonna call his lawyer and see if he can get him into protective custody. He's supposed to be some big shot thing, he's got to be able to help us. I'm gonna go to the office to call, make sure I'm not interrupted."

"You got it."

I head towards the office, and look through the information we have from the lawyer. After about five minutes I have his number but when I call it goes straight to voicemail, so I call again, voicemail again. I wait a minute then try again. After fifteen minutes of listening to this f.ucker's voicemail I'm about to lose my s.hit when someone finally answers.

"Hello, this is T-"

"I need to speak to Thomas now, and you're not him so put him on."

"I'm sorry sir, but he's not in the office right now. Are you a client of his?"

"He's representing James Collins, I'm calling on his behalf and I need to speak with his lawyer now."

"Well, like I said he's not here. My name is Ameilia and I'm his paralegal, I can help you with-"

"Listen honey, I'm sure you're great at what you do but I want to speak with one of his lawyers right now. It's an emergency and since you're not a lawyer I doubt you can help me."

"Okay, I'm going to put you on hold for just a moment, Ms. Westgate is still here, she's assisting him on the case. She should be able to help you." She puts me on hold and goes to find the hot lawyer. I notice she said Ms. and not Mrs. must be my lucky f.ucking day.

"This is Ms. Westgate," I finally hear on the other end of the phone.

"Jesus Christ, I've been calling you people for the last fifteen minutes." I practically yell before explaining the predicament we're in to her. After a bit of back and forth she agrees to try to get him into protective custody and tells me she has everything handled. Finally feeling like I can actually breathe I decide to push her a bit. I ask her to dinner and she turns me down flat before hanging up on me. And now I'm pissed off because this woman has turned me down twice, and both times she's made my c***k as hard as f.ucking steel. Once I regain control of myself I call Lucky, David our Road Captain, Jack our Treasurer, and Striker one of our oldest members and the previous VP, to join me in the office.

"What's going on?" Striker asks as he sits down, the look on his face showing he means business. The man is fifty-five years old, but as tough and ready to go as he was when he was twenty. The man is lethal and earned his road name because if you get in a fight with him, you're lucky if you get to walk away.

"Jimmy came to see us, let us know a couple of Slayers are being transferred to the same prison as the Prez." The men all start swearing, and I understand their frustration. He's not without protection, but that's not always enough. Without the full force of the Club at his back there's no telling what might happen." I hold my hand up so I can continue. "Jimmy is going to try to use a buddy of his to get word to James, and I called his lawyer. She is going to make some calls and get him placed in protective custody. She also has a motion to get him out on bail."

"Wasn't that already denied?" David asks.

"Yes, bail was denied, that's why they're filing a motion. Apparently the denial could be overturned. Anyway, she's going to get that signed and in front of a judge first thing in the morning. So he might be out of there before the transfers come in, but if not, he should at least be in protective custody. I want-" I pause as my phone rings, picking it up. "What?"

"Charming," the voice on the other line says sarcastically.

"Raven, what's going on?" I ask as I put her on speakerphone.

"I was just calling to let you know that James is in protective custody. I was able to reach some of the higher ups there and explain that we had a credible threat to his safety. But I would tell whomever you got your information from to watch their back. They wanted to know how I knew but I told them I couldn't discuss it. They'll be looking for how this information got out, and if they catch your contact he'll be fired, possibly worse."

"Thanks sweetheart."

"Not your sweetheart. Either myself or Thomas will call you in the morning after the motion is filed." She tells me before hanging up. I look up to see everyone of my so called brothers trying to stifle their laughter.

"You're all d.icks," I say pointing at each one of them. They all let loose and the sound of their laughter fills the air. They start ripping on me and I flip them all off then leave the office on the hunt for a honey.

"Hey Thor," I hear a sultry voice behind me. I turn around and see Candy slinking towards me. She must have clocked me as soon as I came out of the office. I really should send her on her way. She's been getting a little too attached lately, but I really just need to get rid of this hard on.

"Hey babe," I hold my hand out for her to grab, as soon as she does I turn towards the rooms and she follows like I knew she would. We get to my room and she pushes me against the back of the door as soon as it's shut, gets down on her knees in front of me and starts to unbuckle my belt. Unfortunately, even when her hand wraps around my c***k the f.ucking thing that was as hard as a steel pipe not even ten minutes ago, is soft as f***k now. She tries working me harder but once I realize it's not going to get up I wrap my hands around her shoulders and stand her up.

"It's okay, you're stressed out with the Prez and everything, want me to try something else?"

"No not tonight Candy, you can go back out to the main room."

"I can stay here with you." She starts to say but I cut her off.

"I'm serious Candy, I'm tired, more tired than I thought. You go I'm gonna get some sleep."

"Okay," she says looking disappointed, but I don't care. As soon as she's gone I get in the shower and when I think about a certain black haired beauty my c***k hardens once again and I grip it moving my hand harshly back and forth, faster and harder, until the thought of her gorgeous body makes my c**m spurt out onto the wall. Well f***k me, this is not good.