Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (70 page)

“Don’t you
have better things to do than eavesdrop on private conversations?” she shot
back.

“Not at the
moment I don’t, no.  You're Dax’s new distraction, right?”  The girl had on
tight leather pants and matching boots, as well as a black leather vest.  Her
dark brown hair hung down past her shoulders, and she had dark brown eyes.

“I’m with
Dax, yes,” Madison replied, choosing to ignore the distraction comment. 

“I heard you
already had a round with the Prez,” she said with a little smile.  “You know
what’s next, don’t you?”

Madison felt
her face redden again.  Did everyone know everyone’s business here?  “I’m aware
of the bullshit rules.  I’m sure you had to follow them just like everyone
else, so don’t bother giving me a hard time about it.”

The other
girl just laughed.  “Actually, I didn’t.  I hooked up with Magnum when I first
got here, and those rules don’t apply to the VP or Prez.  I didn’t stay with
him for too long, but it got me in without me having to be passed around like a
whore.  I wasn’t as interested in that as some of you new girls...”

Madison had
to resist the urge to slap the brunette across the face.  “Fuck you,” she
spat.  “Trust me, I don’t want to sleep with anyone else, least of all
whichever of these fucks you’re with, if that’s what you’re worried about.  You
think your man will want to trade up if he gets with me, is that your
problem?”  If this girl wanted to trade insults, she was ready for it.

  Anger
flashed across the girls face but then it quickly disappeared, replaced with a
little half smile.  “Well, well.  Looks like this cat has claws after all.  I’m
Trish, by the way.”  The girl extended her hand.

Madison was
confused by the sudden friendliness, but she reached forward warily and shook
hands with the girl anyway.  “Madison.”

Trish
nodded, looking her up and down.  “You’re not really dressed for riding,” she
commented.  “But you have nice legs, I can see why you want to show them off.”

Madison was
taken aback by the sudden change of attitude, she wasn’t sure how to respond. 
“Uh, thanks.  I wasn’t really expecting to be riding when I got dressed...
yesterday.  Things have happened kind of fast.”

The other
girl continued to stare at her body with a little smile and then finally
brought her eyes up to meet her gaze.  “That’s alright.  Anyway, listen, you’ll
get along fine here, just make sure to show that backbone you just showed me or
the other girls will eat you alive.  Come on back in, the guys will be out soon
and they’ll be expecting us to greet them.”  She turned and started back to the
clubhouse.  Madison was confused, but followed behind her.  What the hell was
that all about?

“I’m sorry
about Magnum,” Madison said suddenly.  Trish paused but didn’t turn around.

“I’m not. 
He was an asshole, which is why I left him soon after getting into the club. 
But man could he fuck.  I’ve never had a dick that big before or since.  That’s
the only part of him I miss.”  She laughed and reached for the door, pulling it
open and stepping in.

Madison
laughed too as she entered behind her.

The men were
still not back, but the other girls, about ten of them, were all standing
around in little groups and talking.  When Madison came back in, most of the
conversations stopped as everyone stared at her again. 

“Ladies,”
Trish said loudly, addressing the room.  “This here is Madison.  She’s
alright.  Don’t give her a hard time, or she’ll return the favor.”

And just
like that, smiles broke out across most of the faces and some of the girls
approached.  They greeted Madison, welcomed her to the club and some of them
even gave her little hugs.  There were a few, however, that kept their
distance, the sourness never quite leaving their faces whenever they looked her
way.

She asked
Trish about them quietly.

“Remember
what you said to me outside?  That I was worried my man would want to trade
up?  I’m not worried about that, but those girls are.  That’s their problem. 
Any new pussy is a threat, because theirs is old and skanky, or they don’t know
how to satisfy their man.  Whatever the reason, I wouldn’t worry about them. 
Not if you plan to stay with Dax, anyway.” 

She stood
around and chatted with some of the girls for another 15 minutes before the
doors to the back room finally opened and the men began to stream into the
room.  Madison scanned the faces as they emerged, anxious to see Dax’s stubbly
mug and bald tattooed head.  When the bikers all had come through, she still
didn’t see any sign of him. 
Where the fuck is he?

~
TEN ~

The other girls had all
hooked back up with their men, even Trish was pressed up against one that
Madison recognized from earlier, although she wasn’t sure of his name. She
looked very happy, and was talking excitedly to him.  Madison wondered if
perhaps he was the new VP.

She was
starting to feel insecure, wondering if something had happened to the biker she
had hooked up with.  She was about to ask Trish's boyfriend if he knew anything
when Dax finally appeared in the doorway, next to the Prez.  Both men were
smiling as they chatted and then they shook hands before Dax turned away and
entered the room.  His eyes met Madison’s and he gave her a smile.  She had to
force herself not to run over to him, settling instead on walking quickly.  As
she approached, she noticed immediately that his jacket patch was different. 

“VP? 
Really?”  She threw her arms around Dax’s neck and gave him a big hug.  He
returned it with one arm of his own, squeezing her tightly against him.  “I’m
so happy for you!  Did you know this was coming?”

“You never
know
,”
he responded quietly, his face next to her ear.  “But I had an idea.  It was a
close vote, actually.  The Prez had someone else in mind.  But people here are
ready for a change, and I intend to help push one through.  Magnum didn’t make
a lot of friends in the club, and the Prez is only slightly more popular these
days.”

People
started coming up to Dax now to congratulate him formally.  Madison noticed
that some of the cold stares from earlier had softened, and one of the girls
that had been full of venom before even gave her a hug now, as her biker shook
Dax’s hand.  But she also noticed another reversal – some of the girls that had
seemed friendly earlier were now ignoring her.

When Trish
walked up, though, Madison was glad that her attitude hadn’t changed.  If
anything, she seemed even more friendly, giving Madison a very big hug and a
kiss on the cheek.  “Madison, have you met Dane yet?”  She put her hand on the
biker next to her.  He had a big beard, and a bigger belly.  But he was all
smiles as he pulled Madison in for a big bear hug.  When he released her, she
noticed the patch on his jacket was the one Dax use to wear.

“I think he
inherits the name Sarge,” Dax said.  “It comes with the patch.”

Dane
laughed.  “That’s right, Veep.” 

Dax scowled
when he heard that.  “That better not stick.”

“I’m going
to make it my mission to see that it does,” Dane said with another belly
laugh. 

Dax just
shook his head, but then he put his arm around Dane’s shoulder and pulled him
away from the girls.  “We’ll be right back,” Dax said as they moved away.

Trish was
smiling brightly at Madison.  “So you’re safe after all,” she said when they
were alone. 

“What do you
mean?”

“Dax is VP
now.  That means you’re off the hook.  You’re immune to our bullshit rules, as
you put it.”

Madison’s
eyes widened as she realized it was true.  Trish had said that when she hooked
up with Magnum, she didn’t have to sleep with the other guys because the VP
didn’t have to share his woman.  Now that Dax was VP, Madison was safe.  She
let out a sigh of relief. 

“No wonder
some of the girls that were scowling before seemed happier all of a sudden.”

“Yep. 
You’re no longer a threat.”  Trish paused and then reached down and grabbed one
of Madison’s tits through her shirt, giving it a squeeze.  “As long as you keep
these big mamma’s away from their men, you’ll make lots of friends.”  She
looked Madison in the eye and gave a little wink, pulling her hand away slowly
but not before letting her fingertips graze softly against her nipple. 

Madison
swallowed in surprise at the forwardness of the other woman.  Before she could
say anything, though, she was distracted as another girl bumped hard into her
as she walked by.  Madison spun around to look but the girl just continued to
walk without so much as a backwards glance.  “What the fuck?” she said aloud.

“Don’t mind
her,” Trish said.  “That’s Courtney.  She’s just pissed off that Dax is VP and
not her man, Guts.  He’s the short guy over there with the scar on his face. 
The Prez was backing him, but he didn’t have the votes.”

“So she
blames me for that?”

“Don’t worry
about it.  Some of the girls are relieved that you’re not going to sleep with
their man, and some are jealous that you’re the new girl that’s already with
the VP.  You won some fans and lost some others.  It’s all politics, like
anywhere else.”

“So it’s
like Washington?”

Trish
laughed.  “More like high school, actually.”

Madison
laughed as well.

“You ready
to ride, Trish?”

Both ladies
turned to the voice to see that Dax and Dane had returned. 

“Sure, let’s
go.”  She reached out and gave Madison’s hand a quick squeeze of support, and
then turned to head out the door with the new Sergeant-at-Arms.

“I’m going
to have to go soon too,” Dax said.  “But I want to show you something, first.”

He put his
arm around Madison and led her through the door to the back room.  They walked
through a hallway and past a big room with a large table.  “That’s our council
room, where we meet and take votes,” he said but he kept walking past it.  They
turned a corner and got to a door which he opened and beckoned her through.  He
followed closely behind and closed it.

The walls of
the room were wood panelled to match the rest of the club house, and there were
a couple of pictures of motorcycles on the walls.  There was a big desk at one
end, with a high backed chair behind it and a couple of folding chairs in front
of it.  Along the opposite wall was a long, wide couch.  “The office of the
VP,” he said, motioning with his arm.

Madison
smiled and turned to him.  “Wow, your very own office.  Does that mean you have
to start wearing a suit to work?”

Dax smiled. 
“Fat fucking chance.”

Madison slid
her hand up his chest, running her fingers along the inside of his jacket and
letting the back of her hand graze the contours of his chest.  “I’ve never been
with a vice president of anything before,” she said softly, raising her eyes to
look the big man in the face.  “Does this make me the second lady?”

“Something
like that,” he said.  He reached up and grabbed her hand, holding it.  “I just
wanted to show you my office, I gotta go take care of some things with Dane.  I
was thinking you could stay here.”

“Why are you
always trying to leave me behind?” she asked.  “Didn’t Dane take Trish?”

“I’m trying
to protect you,” he said.

“From what? 
Aren’t I safest next to you?  What’s going to happen?  Nothing worse than last
night, I would hope?”

Dax shook
his head.  “Last night was unexpected, but that’s the point.  I’m not expecting
trouble today either, but that doesn’t mean trouble won’t show up.  We have to
talk to some sketchy people, and they aren’t going to like what we have to
say.”

“What’s
going on?”

“I’m trying
to clean up some of the mess that Magnum and the Prez made of this club.  Get
us out of some of the really negative shit they got us into.  Like drugs.”

“Is the
president behind you on that?”

“No, but
most of the rest of the club is, and we took a vote right after I was declared
VP.  The majority rules, and we’re moving in that direction.  But I gotta get
the ball rolling.  It's my initiative, so the success or failure will fall on
me.”

"It's
that important to you?"

Dax was
quiet for a moment, staring off blankly past Madison before he said anything
further.

"Gambling
and sex are vices.  Sure, people say they're a sex addict, or they have a
gambling problem, but that shit is easy to fix compared to drugs.  Your parents
can be addicted to sex or gambling, and depending on how bad it is, they could
still lead a normal life.  Or if they're addicted before the baby is born but
clean up their act when they come along, then it's all good.

But with
drugs, none of that is true.  That shit can take a hold of you one time, and
then never let you go.  You do drugs when you're pregnant, you fuck that kid up
for life.  You do it when they're a baby or a small child, you're likely
setting them up for the same kind of failure.  And once you're an addict,
you're always an addict.  Even if you're in recovery.  Easy to slip back in,
let that life take a hold of you again, and then nothing else matters anymore. 
Not your job, not your friends, not even your family."

Madison
watched as he spoke.  His jaw had firmed up, and he was still staring at the
wall, avoiding eye contact.  She sensed he wasn't finished so she waited for
him to continue without saying a word.

"My
mother was addicted to crack," he finally said.  "I don't think she
did it when she was pregnant, but she started soon afterwards.  My dad left
right after I was born, and she fell in with a bad crowd.  Hooked up with a
dealer that kept her in supply, and he tried stepping in as my father.  Use to
beat me senseless if I even came out of my room when a deal was going down. 
Said people buying drugs didn't want to see a kid around, might make them
remember their own family.  He treated my mother even worse than me.  Use to
pimp her out to pay for the drugs he would give her, said she owed him.  She
was too strung out to care. 

One day she
just didn't come home.  Cops came by the next day to have someone identify her
body.  Some guy she was sent out with had cut her throat instead of paying
her.  Once she was gone, the dealer just left.  I woke up the next morning and
I was alone."

Madison
stood there listening in shock, horrified at the story Dax was telling her. 
She couldn't imagine what his life had been like.  "How old were
you?"

"Seven,
maybe eight?  Fuck, I dunno.  I pounded on some neighbor's doors and eventually
someone took me in and called the police.  I was in and out of foster homes
after that until I was old enough to get away.  As a kid, I had no control over
what happened to me or around me.  I became numb to it."

"Shit
happens," Madison said quietly, finally understanding his tattoo.

Dax reached
up to rub the back of his head where that saying was etched forever onto his
skin.  "Yeah.  That was one of my first tats.  This one," he rubbed
his hand along the skull that marked the top of his head, "reminds me of
my mother.  Where she ended up.  It keeps me away from drugs, no matter how bad
things get."

"Oh
Dax," Madison said, moving closer to him and putting an arm around his
waist.  There was nothing else she really had to say, she just wanted to hold
him.  He continued to stare absently off, lost in thought. 

"Anyway,"
he said, "that's why it's important for me to get this club on the right
path.  When I joined it, it was like the first real family I ever had.  But
when the Prez and Magnum took over, things started to slide downhill.  Drugs
were the last straw, I'll not lose another family to that.  Not if I can help
it.  Gambling is fine.  Sex is fine, as long as the girls are there of their
own accord and not strung out - I make sure we don't hire anyone with a pimp or
a substance problem.  And we make sure it all happens at the club, where we can
keep them safe."

"I
understand," Madison said softly.  "Thanks for sharing that with
me."

Dax pulled
back slightly from her, finally tearing his eyes away from the wall and
training them on her.  "I've never told anyone that.  I'm not even sure
why..." he trailed off as she lifted her fingers to press them gently
against his mouth.