Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4) (11 page)

Making our way back inside the clubhouse to mourn the loss of our eccys with some beer, Acid rushes behind the bar as Chops and I pull up a stool.

“What are your thoughts?” I ask Chops.

He rubs his chin and huffs. “I’m thinking the only way to make good with Jesús is to get cash for the eccys and to offer it to him as compensation.”

Nodding my head slowly as I take that in, I take a deep breath. “Good idea. That could work. We go back to Cupiditas, ask the boss lady for the money in compensation and hey-ho. We pay off Jesús, give him the rest of the stash, and then be done with him. I think it’s a solid plan, good job.”

“And that’s why I’m your trusted VP.”

I chuckle. “That’s why you’re a douchebag.”

Rover comes rushing in from outside, and I furrow my brows wondering why he isn’t at the lookout post at the gate.

“Why the fuck are you in here, Rover?”

“Prez…” he takes a couple of quick deep breaths like he’s puffed from running, “…there’s cops…” more deep breaths, “…at the gate.”

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I clench my jaw. Turning to look at Chops, I open my eyes wide and swallow hard. “Fuck.”

“What do I do?” Rover’s face is strained, and every worry line is clearly pronounced.  

“We’ll go to the gate. I don’t want to let them in if we don’t have to,” Chops advises, and I nod as we stand up and head toward the black door.

As I walk my feet feel heavy. If Papi has turned us in, we could be in deep shit. I have no idea what I’m gonna do if this all turns sour on me now.

Chops slaps my shoulder and tilts his head. “Keep your cool, Frank.”

I know shit is serious when my best friend uses my real name. He never calls me Frank. In fact, I can’t remember the last time he did. There are only three people that call me Frank, my parents, and Millie. So when Chops says it, I know shit is getting real.

Nodding, I traipse with him toward the gate. Rover glances at me, and I lift my head letting him know to open it. The gate slides open as I stand tall and strong with my arms over my chest in a stance of sternness and defiance.
They need to know I won’t take their shit.

The gate opens to show me merely one cop car and two patrol officers. Nothing to be intimidated by.

Smirking slightly, I gesture with my head at the two men. “Afternoon officers, how may we make your acquaintance, this fine day?” I ask.

They smile and step toward me. “Officer McDonald and Officer Chapman, we’d like to have a chat.”

“Macca and Chappo, sure thing guys. What’s on your mind?”

Macca smiles at me in an
‘I think you’re scum’
kind of way, and it irks me straight away. “We’ve had reports of a disturbance. Would you know anything about that?”

“Well, other than the fact that those uniforms are disturbing, I have no idea what you mean?”

Macca does that same smile and tilts his head. “So you and five of your friends didn’t visit the workplace of a Miss Violet Dyson a little while ago?”

Tilting my head, I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth and shake my head. “Name doesn’t ring a bell.”

“How about Cupiditas?”

I chuckle and smile. “Oh, that place, the whorehouse by the beach? I know it well. But no, haven’t been there in a while. The girls are a bit too… feisty for me.”

“Uh-huh! Lying isn’t your strong suit, Mad Dog. But in this case, there’s nothing I can do but give you and your fellow club members a warning not to go near the premises again. Miss Dyson doesn’t want to press charges, seems she doesn’t want to ruffle any feathers, but we can warn you to stay away. So don’t go near Cupiditas again. This is an official warning, Mad Dog.”

Smiling, I nod. “Yes, sir, Officer Macca.” I salute him with two fingers, wishing it could have been with one.

“Right, well, try to stay out of trouble,” Macca instructs.

“Me? I’m never in trouble.”

He raises an eyebrow and nods. “Hmmm.” He turns and strides back to his patrol car with Chappo following closely behind. I watch as they slide into their car and drive off. Waving as they head down the road, I take a deep breath and turn toward Chops.

“Fuck me, that couldn’t have gone better. I seriously thought we were in deep shit and Papi ratted. He’s obviously sticking to his guns by not ratting. Good kid. Do you think I need to try and contact him?”

Chops shakes his head. “No, the heat probably have bugs on his phone waiting for us to make a move. We just have to wait it out and hope he doesn’t budge. He knows the consequences if he does. That precious Star means too much to him. I think we’ll be okay.”

“Shit, you’re right. Now we have to make a plan of attack to head back into Cupiditas to get our money for Jesús.”

“What about the warning from the heat about going back there?”

“Who are you more scared of? The heat or Jesús?” I ask and Chops nods and flares his nostrils out.

“We’re fucked either way, aren’t we?”

Wincing, I nod. “We just might be.” I sigh and turn walking back toward the clubhouse.

Sitting in the assembly room with Chops, my nerves are frazzled, as we talk about how the fuck we’re going to make new avenues of profit.

“The only thing I can think of is going into business. Making a profit from a legitimate business enterprise, and actually doing something straight,” Chops advises.

Huffing, I sit back in my chair and raise my eyebrow. “Yeah, but what?”

He furrows his brow and purses his lips. Then suddenly his eyebrows shot up, and he smiles like he’s had a light bulb moment. “Cupiditas.”

Tilting my head, I furrow my brows. “Sorry, what?”

“Well, I got Blade to check into their accounts, he’s hacked their servers and got all their details. It seems the business is quite profitable, it might be worth looking into?”

Nodding my head slightly at the idea of running a whorehouse, a small smile crosses my face. “It might be a good way to bring in a decent income. It’s something to think about anyway.”

“Agreed. Now cash for Jesús. We need to do something dramatic so that Violet will part with the money. She’s a feisty bitch, she won’t just hand it over willingly,” Chops says.

Nodding in agreement, I rub my bearded chin. “Yeah, you’re right. I think the only thing that she seems to care about is her employees, so we go after them to get to her.”

Chops nods. “We take another girl?”

“We take another girl.”

We’re getting ready to make one of Violet’s girls a lovely shade of violet herself. Yes, I know, beating women to get a point across may not be the best method or my finest moment, but it’s the only way I can see to make this stubborn ass woman see things our way. That’s what happens when you’re a headstrong, independent woman. We’re driving in the cage along the esplanade approaching the girl they call Sheila. We’ve noticed that all the employees that work for Violet seem to have nicknames, kind of like us. I like that about her, too. So it does suck that we’re doing this to her staff, but like I said, she’s bringing this on herself.

“There she is. Manson, Blade, Acid, get ready,” I call out to the back of the van.

Penetrator pulls up alongside the tall, athletic brunette. One thing I have to say about Violet’s staff is they’re all stunners. She turns to look at the Volkswagen Crafter. Her eyes open wide as her body freezes momentarily when the cage stops. The door slides open and she starts to make a run for it, but Manson is out, grabbing her, and muffling her screams before she has a chance to escape. He pulls her kicking and struggling into the vehicle. Blade slams the door shut, and Acid thrusts his clenched fist into the side of her head knocking her out cold as she falls into Manson’s arms.

“Well, do you want to do it in the back of the cage again lads?” I question.

“Yeah, may as well,” Acid calls out then slaps her face as Penetrator drives off down the back streets where no one can hear her if she screams.

She murmurs and slowly wakes up. “What the fuck?” she asks.

“Hey sunshine,” Acid says with a lopsided grin.

She exhales as she looks around the back of the van. “You’re the cocks who took Star, right?”

She seems unreasonably calm for someone who’s been abducted.

“Doesn’t that scare you, little girl?”

She scoffs wiping the small amount of blood from her lip. “You think you frighten me? I’m fucking Sheila, I don’t take shit from nobody. So do what you want? I’m not going to give you the pleasure of getting a hard-on because I scream and cry like a little fucking sissy. That’s not my style. If you’re going to bash me, then just do it. I don’t really care for the dramatics of it all.”

Chuckling at her forwardness, I raise an eyebrow. “Wow, you’ve certainly got spunk. They raise you tough in that whorehouse. You’re lucky you’re a whore. Otherwise, we’d have a lot of fucking fun with your cunt. But we choose to not be infested with disease. So before we make you bloody, feel like talking?”

She laughs. “You wanna have a D and M? Talk about how the Crows won the Showdown or you have something more… kinky in mind?”

Smirking, I nod. I like her, she’s feisty like Violet. “I have something more business-like in mind.”

She furrows her brows and purses her lips, glancing at Manson, who’s eyeing her up and down and then back to me in the front passenger seat. “Okay, talk.”

“Tell me about Cupiditas.”

She chuckles and shakes her head. “Right, well it’s an escort agency. We do most of our business out of house by appointment and—”

“No, I mean profit margins.”

She pauses and swallows hard. “Why do you want to know that?”

“That my dear Sheila is what’s known as
Secret Squirrel
business.”

She exhales and shakes her head. “I don’t really know, I’m not that privy to information. Angel would know more of that than me, but she wouldn’t tell you anything. Why don’t you just ask, Boss?”

Huffing, I shake my head. “That’s not really the answer I was after, Sheila.”

“Well, that’s the answer your fucking well gonna get.”

“Do you know anything about how profitable the business is?”

She chews on her lip and huffs. “It does well, really well. I get paid a lot, so does everyone else. The Boss is rich, that’s all I know.”

Smiling, I nod. “Thank you, Sheila, you’ve been very helpful. I’m sorry we have to do this to you, but we need to send a message to your
Boss.
”

Her eyes widen, and she grits her teeth. “You really don’t.”

“Unfortunately, my dear, we do.” Nodding to Acid, he grins and balls his fist while she’s still looking at me and thrusts his clenched fist into the back of her head.

Taking a deep breath as she moans out, the boys get to making her black and blue, while I turn around facing the front as her pain filled moans echo through the vehicle.

We pull the van up outside of Cupiditas. Opening the back of the door, I step out giving a cocky, lopsided grin right toward the one-way windows, knowing that Violet is probably looking right at me.

Penetrator moves to the rear of the van grabbing Sheila’s deadweight body from the back of the cage and lifts her up, as we all stride toward the doors. Chops opens it for me, and I march in with Penetrator carrying Sheila behind me.

“Good afternoon, ladies. Don’t you touch that phone, Angel darlin’,” Penetrator advises as he lowers Sheila onto the cold marble floor with a thud.

Violet races over putting her hand over her bloodied mouth, I’m assuming to make sure she’s still breathing. Her body relaxes as she takes a deep breath.

She turns as she stands up suddenly, her rage channelled toward Acid as she starts throwing punches at him. Her fist connects with his jaw, but he ducks out of the way of her following blows before grabbing her arms and pulling her to him tightly. We all chuckle watching her freak out, she really is a little pocket rocket. 

“Let me go you fucking freak,” she yells and Acid laughs grinding his cock into her. She frowns and pushes back on him, but he holds her securely. “I swear to God, I’m going to fucking kill every last one of you arseholes for hurting Sheila. You better sleep with one eye open because I’m going to fucking—”

“Boss, shut it,” Angel yells at her stopping her mid-tirade.

“We don’t take too kindly to death threats, Boss lady. We take them very seriously, in fact. And you should know how serious we can get. Just look at your friend over there, lying lifeless and all bloodied up. She’s just lucky she’s a whore or her insides would be ripped open as well as her flesh,” I growl as she races forward out of Acid’s grip and lunges at me. Acid grabs her hair and kicks the back of her knees, which makes her fall straight onto them right in front of my cock. She struggles against Acid, and I laugh along with the other guys.
This bitch really has fight in her.

“She’s feisty, Mad Dog. Maybe we could keep her?” Penetrator asks mockingly.

“Hmm. We’ll see if she behaves herself or not. Now seeing as you’re in the right position, suck my cock and we’ll call it even,” I declare pulling her hair so she slams into my cock against my jeans.

She laughs and shakes her head the cocky little bitch. “The only thing I’ll do with your cock, is bite that itty bitty small excuse for a thing off, then I’ll spit it out and stomp on your pathetic excuse for a dick,” she yells.

Smiling, I shake my head.
Stupid slut.
“You have no idea how much of an enemy you’ve just made.” I forcefully let go of her hair and slap her across the face so hard she falls to the floor.

She grabs her cheek as blood trickles from her mouth. “Fuck off! Get out of here, and if you touch my girls again, I swear to God—”

“You’ll what? Huh? You’ll come after us with a feisty attitude and empty threats? Good going, little girl. You think you’re so tough? This… what we’ve done to Sheila is only the tip of the iceberg. You give us our drugs or the money for them, and this all goes away. It’s as simple as that.”

She pulls herself up from the floor and straightens her shoulders. This bitch is tough I’ll give her that. “I’ll tell you what, you piss off and go get fucked. Ask the fucking cops for the goods. They’re the ones who took them, not us. Leave me and my business the fuck alone or next time
I
won’t be so hospitable,” she spits through gritted teeth as she glances back at Sheila broken on the floor. 

“Boss, just give them the money,” Angel whispers.

Violet shakes her head in a defiant stand against us.

“I see you’re the brains behind this operation dear, sweet, Angel. Maybe we can turn you into a devil, hey? How’s that sound?” I ask, and Violet’s anger surges again as she runs forward slapping me across the face. The sting shocks me, and my anger boils over as I pull on her arms to stop her from hitting me any further. “You hit like a fucking, pathetic excuse for a girl, you know that? And I’ll tell you something else, if you don’t give us the cash for the drugs, one girl will go missing every day until you pay up. Got it
slut
? Starting with little miss Angel over there. The thing is, this time, they won’t come back to you all bloodied up. No, this time they’ll be returned in a body bag, and that will be
your
fault … Boss!” I tell her making it clearer that I’m not mucking around, as my brothers laugh for emphasis.