Black Dogs Motorcycle Club: Full Series Box Set (79 page)

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NINETEEN ~

The sound of
the door banging open again startled the girls awake for the second time, but
this time they weren't happy at what they saw.

"Here
they are!" said a voice familiar to Madison, and the sound of it made her
heart sink.  "Look at these sluts, I think they were fucking each
other!"  Courtney was standing over them, her eyes full of hate and
malice.

The door was
wide open, and moments later Guts strode in, the familiar scowl on his face not
wavering for a moment, even as he took in the two naked beauties laying on the
couch.  Both girls scrambled up to a sitting position, covering themselves with
knees and arms.

"Get
the fuck out!" yelled Trish.  "This is the VP office, not the ass
kisser lounge."

Courtney's
eyes flashed in anger and she stepped forward, swinging an arm out and slapping
Trish across the side of the head.

"You
fucking bitch," Trish cried out, holding her head.  Madison jumped up to
try and slap the girl back, but Guts just stuck out a hand and shoved her back
down onto the couch.

"You're
coming with me," he said, glaring down at Madison.  As she started to
protest, he cut her off.  "You have two minutes to get dressed," he
said.  "If you aren't ready, you're getting on my bike bare ass naked for
all I care."

He turned
and strode out of the room.  Courtney threw her finger back up at the girls and
gave a self satisfied smile as she turned and followed him out.

"What
the fuck is going on," Madison asked her friend.

"I have
no idea, but it isn't good," Trish replied.

"What
should I do?"

"Get
dressed!  I assure you, Guts isn't kidding.  He'll put you on the back of his
bike naked and the only one that will care will be Courtney."

Madison
jumped up and grabbed her clothes, quickly putting them on as Trish did the
same.  She was just finishing up by pulling on her shirt when the door opened
and Guts returned, this time alone.  "Let's go," he said.

"I'm
not going anywhere with you," she said, defiantly.  Guts calmly walked
forward and without a word punched Trish in the stomach.  She doubled over,
falling onto the couch.

"You
fucking asshole," Madison screamed, tears starting to roll down her face
as she turned to see if Trish was alright.  Guts grabbed her by the arm,
holding her in an iron grip.  "She'll be fine as long as you come with
me."

As he spoke,
the Prez walked through the door, his big gut making an entrance before the
rest of him.  He was smiling behind his black beard, but it wasn't friendly. 
"Oh, is your friend hurt?" he said as he walked into the room. 
"Don't worry, I'll make sure she stays safe until you get back."

Madison
tried to pull away and reach her friend, but Trish just looked up at her,
shaking her head.  "Go," she mouthed. 

Wracked with
indecision, Madison stood there not moving as she stared down at her friend. 
"Do you need more convincing?" Guts asked.

Finally, she
shook her head, letting him pull her out of the room and guide her in front of
him.  The Prez closed the door behind them as they left.  Guts still held her
arm tightly as he guided her out the front door of the clubhouse towards his
bike.  He got on and indicated that she do the same.  She knew she had no
choice but comply, although she had no idea what was going on or where he was
taking her.

His bike
fired to life, the motor roaring underneath Madison but she was numb to
everything as her mind raced, trying to figure out what was going on amidst her
worry about Trish being left with the Prez.  She doubted he would do anything
to her, not while Dax was VP and Dane was Sergeant-at-Arms, but she still
didn't feel comfortable leaving her like that. 

As they
rode, Madison paid little attention to where they were going until things
started to look familiar.  The houses around them were run down, the few people
they saw looking like they had seen better days.  By the time they pulled up to
the warehouse, she had figured out what was happening.  Somehow Guts had found
out about the meeting and he was coming here to stop it.  But why did he need
to bring Madison along?

He pulled
his bike around back, parking it next to what she knew was Dax's.  The parking
lot was surprisingly empty, only two other cars keeping the few motorcycles
company.  Was the casino closed?  She didn't think it ever closed.

Guts led her
around to the front.  She was surprised to see that Thunder wasn't there to
greet her.  No one was, in fact.  Guts pulled the heavy door open himself and
pushed her through ahead of him.  The place was deserted, even the bar was
empty.  The lights were on, though.

"Let's
go," Guts said, pushing her forward towards the back of the club where the
door to the VIP room was.  Madison's heart was pounding as memories of the last
couple of times she entered this room  returned.  Nothing good ever came of her
going back here.

She pulled
open the door and started to walk down the corridor again with Guts right on
her heels.  She knew there was no turning back, no stopping.  As she got closer
to the main room, she could hear voices.  She recognized Dax's right away,
among others.

As soon as
she turned the corner, Dax looked up and saw her, his eyes instantly turning to
anger at the interruption.  As soon as Guts came into view, though, his anger
dropped away into confusion and shock.

The other
men turned to look at them as well.  Dane was there, looking just as shocked. 
Troy was standing next to the other bikers but for some reason, he didn't look
surprised at all.  There were also the two Mexicans she had seen the night before
as well as three Asian men who she assumed were members of the Triad.  They
were young looking, thin.  All three of them were dressed in black.

"Sorry
I'm late," Guts called out as the two of them approached the group.  I
hope I didn't miss everything.

"We
were just getting started, actually.  Good to see you again, hombre."  One
of the Mexicans reached out to shake Guts' hand.  "Dax said you had
something else to attend to and wouldn't be able to make it."

"Right,
well I was able to get out of that and come here instead.  This is far more
important.  Anyway, I made you a promise last night and I wanted to make sure I
kept it."

Dax was
staring in confusion at Madison but she just lifted her eyebrows and frowned,
trying to indicate she had no idea what was going on either.

"Oh? 
What promise was that?"

"I told
you that when we made a deal, I would bring you one of our girls to help you
celebrate.  I brought our finest.  This one loves to please her men."

"Si,"
the other Mexican said.  "And she loves to please her women, too, if I
remember correctly."

Guts and the
two Latinos laughed.  Madison's heart was pounding even harder now and she shot
a look at Dax.  His brow was furrowed and his face a mask of anger that she
could tell he was trying hard to control.  Dane was looking furious as well,
and not doing quite a good a job at hiding it.  To Madison's surprise, even
Troy looked angry and was staring at Dane with daggers in his eyes.  Luckily no
one was paying the other bikers any attention. 

"Well,
that settles it then.  If we can make this deal work, then think of her as
yours to do with as you please.  As she said last night, she's not one of our
regular girls anyway, so we won't miss her."  Guts casually shot a glance
at Dax before smiling back at the men.  The gauntlet had been dropped and
Madison's heart sank.  He was setting Dax up, knowing he would be forced to
make a decision - make the deal and give her up to the drug lords, or block the
deal somehow to keep her safe. 

"Guts,
I need to speak with you," said Troy, his jaw clenched tightly.

"We can
speak after the deal is done," Guts said, not even looking at his fellow
Desperado.  "Let's not be rude to our guests."

"I
think we need to talk now," he said.  "I think some conflicting
promises were made, and that needs to be resolved."

The two men
were now staring hard at each other.  The Mexicans and the Chinese were
watching as well.

"I said
later
," Guts said, not backing down.

Troy now
took a step toward Guts, whose hand moved to the side of his belt.  All of a
sudden, the room exploded as both the Mexicans and the Chinese all drew
weapons.  Dax raised his hands up, palms towards the two groups in an effort to
calm them down.  Troy ignored them and took another step towards Guts.

"Don't
fuck with me, Guts.  You wouldn't even be at this meeting if it wasn't for me,
so I'll not have you go back on your word."

"Shut
the fuck up, Troy," Guts said.  His hand was still hovering at his side
and Madison could make out a bulge under his jacket that she assumed was a
gun.  She could see him looking at the guns pointed at him nervously while
still trying to face Troy. 

"Let's
have everyone just calm down," Dax said.  "No one needs any weapons,
this is just a friendly disagreement."

The Mexicans
and the Chinese were all still holding their guns, although all of them had
them pointed at the floor.  Madison could feel the tension in the air, though. 
No one in this room trusted one another fully, and they weren't sure what was
going on.  It was quickly turning into a disaster.

"You
can't promise the same thing to two people," Troy said.  He took another
step.  One more and he would be within reach of the other biker. 

"Back
the fuck up, Troy.  Don't do something you're going to regret."  Guts'
hand now reached into his jacket and instantly five guns lifted and trained on
him.  The sudden movement distracted him, and he turned to look at the other
men who were nervously aiming their weapons at him, making sure if he did draw
he wasn't going to fire it their way before they put him down.

As soon as
his head turned, though, Troy launched forward and tackled the man.  Both of
them hit the ground hard.  Troy landed on top and immediately punched Guts in
the jaw.  The look on Guts' face turned from anger and shock into fury, and he
immediately thrust his body upwards which threw Troy to the side.  As soon as
he was off of his back, Guts jumped over onto the other biker and started to
unleash his fists into the man.  First against his body until Troy moved his
arms to protect himself, and then he started punching him in the face.  It
wasn't until Dane and Dax grabbed both of his arms and pulled him off that he
stopped.

Troy was
groaning on the ground now, holding his head.  Blood from his nose and mouth
had sprayed all over the linoleum floor of the club.  Most of the other guys
had dropped their weapons now, but they all looked annoyed.

"Yo,
what is this shit Dax?  We didn't come here to get in the middle of a fucking
internal squabble."  That was the first time Madison had heard any of the
Chinese speak.  His English was perfect, but he did have an accent.

"I
know," said Dax.  "I apologize.  I don't know what got into either of
these idiots."  He still held onto one of the arms of Guts while Dane held
the other.  The biker was still pulling at them, trying to get back to the
fight.

Troy was
sitting up now.  He spit against the ground and Madison was shocked to see
something white in the middle of his puddle of bloody saliva.  "You
fucker, you knocked out my tooth," he said.

"If
these fucks didn't pull me off of you, that's not all I woulda done," Guts
said, still struggling against Dane and Dax.

"What
the fuck has gotten into you, dude," Dane said.

"He's
afraid that I'll tell you he came to screw up this meeting," Troy said.