Reclaiming His Life Page 4

  “What can I do for you, Gunner?” I’m not sure what I can possibly do, but if it is within my realm, I am going to do it.

  “Brother, it falls on me for retribution for my dad. The Renegades know I will never join the club out of respect for my father, and truth be told, I’m not all about killing, it's not in my blood. I want to destroy the Devils, though.”

  I know the Devils are small time and into drugs. They are local, not part of a bigger chapter, but they are necessary for the Arizona market. Killing their ranks will only strengthen their club by opening up key positions for those who have bigger intentions.

  I need to help Gunner, and the only way to destroy those who killed his father will be to destroy the club; and the only way to do that will be to take away their credibility.

  “I have an idea, Gunner, and I don’t even know if I can do it, but if we can put together a plan I can present to my captain, maybe there would be a way to get vindication.”

  My idea consists of me patching into the Devils, and when the time is right, I would blow their biggest drug deal by bringing in the cops. This would make it look like they were setting the other clubs up and they would not only lose credibility, but some other club would take out the ranks. Plus, there are benefits to me as an officer as well.

  “I love that idea, Gauge, what can I do to help?”

  “Nothing right now. Let me put some ideas together, and then I’ll get back with you. It may take some time, but you have my word we will find a way to make it happen, and you will get revenge for your dad.”

  Revenge is a bitch, and sometimes it takes years to put into play, but when you get it, it was worth the wait. In my case, revenge is my downfall.

  “Cap, do you have a minute?” I know I only have one shot at this and now is the time.

  “I’ve got ten minutes to spare, so make it quick.”

  “Thanks, sir. I have an idea that I want to run by you. I know we’ve been looking for a way to bring down some of the MC clubs in the valley, and I think I have a way.”

  I can tell his curiosity peeks. Drugs and gangs have been a hot topic lately in the Phoenix area. If Cap is able to shut down two gangs and reduce some of the drug trafficking in the local market, that would put him in a great position to run for the DA’s office next year, and I know he has his sights set on that.

  “Tell me your plan, Ellington, and don’t waste my time.”

  “Never, sir,” I tell him and then proceed to lay it all out on the line for him.

  It takes me over thirty minutes to just lay out the plan and another hour of discussions with the captain and those in the Gangs and Narcotics Divisions to make it all happen. By dinner time that night, I have been moved off the streets and into the Gangs Division. I am going undercover in the Devils. What nobody knows is that I have an alternative agenda besides reducing drugs on our city streets, which is revenge for my best friend and his dad.

  Gunner now officially has his law degree; his dad would be very proud of him. The Renegades fell by the wayside over the years, and many of their members moved on. Some of them even patched into the Devils, which is going to make my entry so much easier. They remember me from my days with the Renegades, and none of them know I joined the force or even why I left the club all those years ago. All I have to do now is make the connection with them and let them know I am back and looking to join a club again.

  I’ve become a regular at the Iron Horse, biding my time until I can make the right move. As luck would have it, that comes quickly for me. I watch members of the club venture in and out on a regular basis, but it isn’t until the Poker Run that I run into an old friend.

  “Slash, hey, is that you?” This is my one chance to make this work. Slash was a member of Renegades and is now a member of the Devils.

  “Gauge?” I can see the disbelief in Slash’s eyes as he says my name. “It’s been a while, brother. Where have you been?”

  “Here, there, you know. Hey, I went by to see some of the guys at the Renegades, but the building was all boarded up. What’s the deal? Anyone around these days?”

  The look of apprehension crosses Slash’s face before he speaks up. “Brother, that place has been gone for years. Didn’t you hear? They are long gone. Why are you looking for them?”

  This is it, if I don’t answer this correctly, I may not get a second chance at getting in. “It’s been awhile. I’m feeling the itch and thought I’d hit Blaze up and see if he had anything for me. I’m itching for something to do these days.”

  “Hell, this is stop two on the run. Why don’t you ride along with me for the next three, and then let's do some talking? I may have a possibility for you if you are interested.”

  “Interested? Hell, yeah, I’m interested,” I tell him.

  By the end of the fifth stop, Slash is in seventh heaven. He holds the high card in the group. “Come on,” he says, “let's talk for a bit.”

  “Look, Slash, I’ve got connections. I can be beneficial to the club if you can get me in. I don’t mind prospecting. I know I can prove my worth. Can you get me an introduction? That’s all I’m asking. I can do the rest. I don’t need no special favors; I’ll earn it on my own.”

  “Sure, Gauge, I’ll introduce you to Dagger tomorrow.”

  “Thanks, man, I appreciate it. How about the next round is on me?”

  Life As A Devil

  TAKING THE NEXT step into the MC life means I have to leave my real life behind and sever all ties with my family. I say good-bye to my parents and brother on my terms. From their perspective, I’m sure they think I’ve gone off the deep end. Who quits the force to live and breath the Devils? I know it breaks my mom's heart that I did, which is why I know I have to separate myself from my family, which means cutting all ties. There is no way I can maintain my close relationship with them while still doing my job properly. The club will see right through my lies if I don’t.

  It takes me a couple of months to get patched. I know Slash helped speed up the process, though. The Devils put a lot of weight on recommendations from their current members. This goes to show just how stupid their Prez and Vice Prez are. If this were my club, I’d never let anyone other than those in my ranks vouch for a new member.

  The Devils are greedy, which leads to them making stupid decisions. They honestly feel no one will seek retribution for what they did to a rival club, which works to my advantage. That and the years that passed since all that went down.

  The current Prez, Dagger, wants to make the Devils one of the top MCs in the valley, which will lead to his demise and my victory. Dagger thinks he is badass, but he makes mistakes all the time, like playing with the sheep. Those girls get crazy when they think they have the potential to become the prez’s old lady. That’s how I meet Shiloh.

  Shiloh is one of the sheep. She gets passed around from member to member, but when she starts sleeping with Dagger, her presence becomes known. She isn’t going to let anyone take her chance away from becoming the old lady to the prez, so she does just what Dagger tells her to do. She is the epidemy of the saying, young, dumb and full of cum. She fucks her way into Dagger’s good graces and does whatever he instructs her to do, even if that means getting on her knees to entertain our clients or being passed around to other members as a bargaining tool for loyalty.

  In my time with the club, I’ve become their Road Captain; my next stop is Sergeant at Arms. I’ll use Shiloh to my advantage to get to that position; after all, she does have Dagger’s ear, for all that is worth. When I fuck her just the way she likes it, she’ll do anything for me, which includes her telling Dagger I will be better suited as the Sergeant at Arms. The only problem is that position only becomes available if the current person holding it gets dead, which isn’t likely to happen, so my best bet is to ensure that Trident, the current Sergeant at Arms, ends up in jail. I may be infiltrating an MC, but I am still a cop at heart, and helping Trident find his demise is going to be like taking candy from a baby.

 
Shiloh is the perfect biker bitch. She is submissive, loyal, and respectful to each of the men in the club. She knows her place and uses it to her advantage. She also likes being passed to me. My cock provides her with hours of pleasure from time to time. She likes it hard, rough, and dirty, which I can give to her easily. She even taught me a trick or two, believe it or not. That girl is a bit freaky when it comes to fucking.

  For months, I play with Shiloh and learn all there is to learn about her. She joined the club for the free drugs and booze, and Dagger made sure she had all of it in spades. I soon learn that she likes to ride the edge between pleasure and death. She loves autoerotic asphyxiation, and only I can take her to the edge she desires safely. When my hand squeezes the veins on her neck, cutting off the blood flow to her brain, she goes off like a rocket. Her orgasm has her screaming my name because only I know just when to let go of her throat so she can fly over the edge.

  If it weren't for Shiloh, I probably wouldn’t have embraced my dominant side. She opened my eyes to a lifestyle I only had a small taste of when I was with Paisley. Shiloh shows me so much more, and for that, I will always be grateful. What Shiloh doesn’t know is that she is Dagger’s sacrificial lamb. If the time ever comes, she’ll take the fall if he needs, so long as it keeps him out of jail.

  It is becoming more and more challenging to keep my two separate lives from colliding. The further and further I get involved in club business, the more and more I start using drugs again. First, it starts with just smoking weed with the guys at the clubhouse. I figure I can handle that; hell, people smoke weed every day and still do their job, so why was what I was doing any different?

  From smoking weed, snorting coke was the next step. From time to time, I test the product before we agree to buy it and move it. I can handle this, a line here or a line there, it’s no big deal. Lawyers, doctors, and executives snort coke all the time. If they can do it, so can I. Right?

  I find all kinds of ways to justify why I start doing drugs again. All those reasons are justifiable in my eyes, and none of them indicate I can’t stop at any time. The problem with that line of thinking is you deny that you truly have a problem.

  I know I crossed the line yesterday. The Devils own an old abandoned home down south. All transactions take place there between all parties. Dagger was getting a bit suspicious of my intentions with Shiloh. On numerous occasions, he would tell me not to get close to the bitch. She is a piece of ass and just that. He knew I was getting to a point where I didn’t like it when he’d send her along with us to entertain the clients, and I tried to hide my disgust with that.

  “Gauge, you and Trident are meeting today with a few of the men from the Vipers. I want their business, and they are going to give us a shot with a small shipment. Take Shiloh with you. I’m told their Sergeant of Arms, Stitch, loves freaky bitches,” Dagger said.

  Disgust rolled through my gut, not only because Dagger was using Shiloh as a tool to link our two clubs, but because I was coming face-to-face with Stitch and it had been years since I’d seen him. The chances of him remembering my young, drugged-out self-were slim to none, but there would always be that chance.

  “Sure thing, Dagger. What time are we meeting and where is Trident?”

  “He’ll meet you there. You take Shiloh with you and be at the house around five p.m., and don’t be late. Shiloh knows what her place is in all this, and if you’re late, then Stitch won’t be happy. He’s looking forward to sampling that sweet pussy of hers, and I want him in a good mood by the time Trident gets there to lock this down. When Trident gets there, you take Shiloh and head back to the clubhouse. He’ll finish up the deal with the boys. You got me?”

  “Yeah, I got you, Prez.” The words were hollow as they left my lips. I didn’t want to subject Shiloh to Stitch. I remember him talking about his sexual tastes back in the day. Even my young self had an inkling that the things I heard come out of Stitch’s mouth bordered on insanity when it came to what was right and wrong during sex. Men just don’t beat women, and with Shiloh's drive on liking the rough side, this had all the potential to go south fast.

  I knew my time was limited. I needed to get word to the team at the station that there was a deal going down tonight. One they would definitely want to be part of. I could kill two birds with one stone on this one. Trident would end up in jail, giving me the opportunity to step in as Sergeant of Arms, and with all luck, Stitch and his crew would go down as well.

  I arrived at the meeting place early. I knew I needed to give Shiloh what she needed before Stitch got there. If I could take her to the edge, then she wouldn’t need it when Stitch got ahold of her. Settling both of us on the couch, I dug out the drugs. I’d graduated from coke to adding heroin from time to time.

  Dropping a rock of coke on the table, I took out my blade and chopped it down to powder. With the hand of a pro, I had four little white lines three inches in length lined on the table. Slowly, I rolled up a dollar, placed one end in my right nostril and my finger on my left. A quick inhale, and that little line disappeared off the table and went right up my nose. Then I moved to the left side and did the same. I handed the rolled-up bill to Shiloh, and she followed suit. Once we had our fill of the white powder, I knew I needed to top it off with just a little bit of the juice. Just a little Dynamite to take the edge off. Reaching in my pocket, I took out a shoelace, wrapped it around her arm, and pulled tight. Her vein puffed nice and pretty. Running my finger over it, I located the valve and slowly placed the needle below it then dropped the plunger, slowly releasing heaven into her arm. For me, I’d use the area between my toes so no one would notice.

  By the time I was done, both of us were riding the light. I was feeling pretty good, and Shiloh was right where I needed her to be.

  “Want me to make you feel real good, Shi?” I asked her, knowing good and well that she was primed.

  “Fuck yeah, take me there, Gauge, take me to the edge and let me fall.”

  That was all I needed from her to get this party started. Pressing my lips to her neck, I placed little kisses softly at first, soon followed with my teeth biting at her neck. These were little love bites; I’d let my teeth close around her skin, and I’d pull it all the while I was sucking at it, drawing blood not only to the surface but sometimes breaking the skin. I’d mark her, and she loved that.

  Moans of ecstasy left her lips, making my cock grow hard. Without giving her a chance to speak, I flipped her around in my arms, so her back was to my front, pulling her tank over her head. Her tits were fake but perfect and braless, making it easy for me to squeeze her nipples between my fingers and pull.

  “Yes, just like that, Gauge, pull on them harder. Oh God, yes.”

  My left hand remained there, squeezing her nipple, but my right moved to her neck. Placing just a little pressure to her carotid at first with my thumb had her pressing and rubbing her ass harder into my package.

  Without any warning and with some force, I bent Shiloh over the couch, reached under her short skirt with my left hand, and found that she was bare. I was ready to blow my load right then and there, but I didn’t.

  Wanting more, I jammed two fingers into her cunt, finding her sloppy wet and ready for more. With each push in, I squeezed my thumb on her throat just a little harder, and my fingers drove in harder and more forcefully, while her moans grew louder and louder.

  When I knew she was close, I withdrew my fingers, reached for my zipper, and freed the beast.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop, please, please.” The moans were leaving Shiloh’s mouth, crying out for more and more.

  Lacking the least bit of tenderness, my cock drove into her pussy hard. Tenderness was not an option at this point. I was a machine. In, out, in, out, harder, faster. The slapping of our skin echoed through the room. I could feel her getting close but not being able to go over the edge, and I knew what she needed. It was risky, but if I didn’t get her there, she’d want it from Stitch, and I just couldn’t risk that.


  My right hand squeezed her throat with more aggression than normal. I could see Shiloh’s eyes glass over and start to roll back in her head, telling me she was just about there. Harder and faster I fucked her, driving her over the edge. Finally releasing my hand from her throat to allow the oxygen back to her brain and dragging out her orgasm just a bit longer. She collapsed in my arms, completely sated, but I wasn’t done yet. I continued to pump in and out of her hard and fast until I exploded, dumping my load in her hot little cunt and collapsing on top of her.

  Once my breathing calmed down, I withdrew my softening cock from her snatch and realized that I never gloved my dick. I was playing with fire. Who knew if Shiloh was clean or even on birth control? In the past, I always gloved it with her; I couldn’t risk my boy catching some disease, shriveling up and falling off. I’d have to make an appointment and get myself checked real soon and pray to God that Shiloh was on some sort of birth control.

  The Takedown

  I HEARD THE rolling thunder of bikes in the background, knowing that Stitch and his crew were almost here. I’d done what I needed to do for Shiloh, and she was content.

  “Here, put your tank on, Shiloh. You good?”

  Nodding her head, Shiloh gave no indication that she was anything but ready to do her part in this business transaction. The sound of thunder came to an end as the bike engines turned off. Crossing the floor, I opened the front door and was surprised to find Stitch only brought two Vipers with him.

  He walked with a purpose, head held high and a look of ‘you don’t want to fuck with me' engrained across his face. He was intimidating to a lesser man, but not to me. I knew the punk he was all those years ago, and the satisfaction of knowing he’d be either dead or in jail by the time the night was over gave me the smugness I needed to get through the next fucked-up hour.