Butch

“I found something I wanted more than a club and death.” He handed Cheryl his card. “Go and pay for them, baby. I’ll be there in a moment.”

He saw her reach in her purse. Getting to his feet, he grabbed her bag and quickly patted down her body to make sure she didn’t hide any cash.

“You’re not paying for a thing, Cheryl. Don’t even try it. This is all on me.”

“Do you know how much these cost?” she asked, biting her lip.

Cupping her face, he tilted her head back to claim her lips. “I don’t give a f**k how much they cost. I want to see you in them.” Kissing her lips once again, he moaned. His dick was going to cause him pain later. Blue balls was not a state he enjoyed, but for Cheryl, he’d gladly deal with it. “Test me and when I get you alone I’ll spank your ass for fun.”

Her cheeks bloomed, and she looked down at Matthew. “I’ll spank you in a good way. I promise.”

She left him alone looking sexy as hell with her flushed cheeks.

Heading back to Nash, he took a seat.

“I will remain loyal to the club. No secrets will pass my lips, but my time is done. I won’t become a rat or help any other club.”

“The club takes care of us. We’re a family. You’re denying him and Cheryl that.”

“Our women have lost babies because of this. I remember them miscarrying. They’ve been run over, shot, stabbed, and almost killed and raped. I’m not bringing Cheryl and him into that life.” Butch hadn’t made the decision in an instant. He’d taken his time weighing up all of his options until he couldn’t think straight. Leaving The Skulls was the only way he saw a future with him and Cheryl.

“Everything we do comes with a layer of risk,” Nash said.

Shaking his head, Butch glared at Nash. “If you could do it over you know you wouldn’t have left Sophia alone. These are our mistakes. Lash had to be sedated because of Angel. Do you really think they’d willingly put their women in danger if they could avoid it?”

“We’re a family, Butch. A club, we can’t just walk away.”

Reaching down, he helped Matthew pack away his few toys. “It doesn’t matter what you think. I’m done, and this is my decision. No one else can change that.” He picked up the boy then started heading toward the front of the shop.

“This is not going to go away just because you want it to,” Nash said, shouting for him to be heard.

Turning back to one of his friends, Butch simply stared at him. “I don’t expect you to.”

He found Cheryl stood at the front of the shop looking nervous.

“I really don’t like taking money from you. It’s not right.”

Butch silenced her by claiming another kiss. Matthew wriggled in his arms, but he held the boy tighter. “There, no more talk of you feeling uncomfortable taking my money. What’s mine is yours and yours is mine.” He pressed a kiss to her lips again then pulled away. “Now stop your whining, woman.”

****

Frederick Gonzalez groaned as Ashley rode his cock. She was a right f**king whore taking his c**k deep into her body. The best decision Jerry ever made was taking this woman to use for his own pleasure. Ashley was up for anything. He’d claimed her pu**y, her mouth, her ass, and he loved the fact she swallowed his cum.

“That’s it, slut. Take it f**king all.” She rode him harder. The condom he wore glistened with her cum. He left her to do all the work. He loved watching her f**k him. It made him feel powerful to know she’d do anything he told her. He knew she had another reason for giving him what he wanted.

Frederick wasn’t stupid. He knew the bitch was still talking to the Chaos Bleeds MC. In time he’d kill her and find another willing slut to do what he wanted, but until then he was keeping her alive. He wondered what Devil and that f**ker Pussy would think when she turned up raped and dead. It’s what happened to whores like Ashley.

Arching up, he closed his eyes as his orgasm exploded out of him into the waiting condom. Ashley slowed her movements down, gasping for breath.

“Now climb off, take the condom off and lick me the f**k clean.”

She did as he asked without a moment’s hesitation. When she finished, he climbed off the bed and grabbed a robe. He was staying at a hotel in Vegas. Frederick had always loved Vegas even as a kid when his father brought him here. Ashley didn’t say anything as he left the room, locking the door behind him. He didn’t want to give her a chance to leave. She was on his watch now, and when he was done, he looked forward to ending her life, causing more pain and misery in its wake. No one touched his playthings, not even the men he trusted. He was picky about where he shoved his cock.

“So, where are we at?” Frederick asked, pouring himself a scotch.

“We don’t know a lot. Tiny and Devil have met, and I gather it’s over you,” Ronald said.

“I bet they are. I imagine they’re plotting and scheming to have me killed.” He took a sip of the thousand dollar a bottle scotch. “Search them all. I want to know what they eat, shit, and f**k. I want to know everything.”

“You were going to leave The Skulls alone?”

“The Skulls have a name. They’ve got connections and reputations. That’s what I want.” He moved to one of the computers his men had set up. Inside Ashley was taking a shower. Her tight body was on display for all to see. The crazy bitch didn’t have a clue she was being watched. “Chaos Bleeds was just the first step. Every man has a weakness to exploit. Tiny is connected to Ned Walker, who owns the fighters here. I want it all. My father was good enough before he died to show me how to obtain all the shit I want. This is how I get it. All the men taken have a female weakness. We simply reach out and take what we want at the right time.”

“You’re going to go through the women?” Homer asked.

“Nah, I don’t need all the women. What I need is one man who’s chasing a woman. I get him, I get The Skulls. It’s the simple way I got Devil and his f**kers to fall in line. Killing Jerry was just fun.” Taking another long pull on his scotch he took the file from Homer and started looking through it. A name from the past stopped him. Neal Coal Richards caught his attention. Staring at the picture of the boy on the photo, Frederick knew it was doctored. He remembered Neal Coal, the boy who’d gotten shot in the gut. At the time he didn’t think much of him other than how unlucky the bastard was for being part of the Savage Brothers. One of his father’s enemies from the past, or at least Neal’s father was. “Butch? What do we have on him?” Frederick asked. It would seem Neal’s father must have had contacts that helped his son.