Sharing Freedom (2 page)

“What time is church?
Fucking wiring needs redone
,
” Colton ‘Easy’ Strait asked
gruffly
.
His grey eyes focused on the clock above the door. He was leaned back in his chair
with his arm thrown over the back, and he looked like he was going to break it. He
was huge, bigger now than when he was in the military, since now he had a state of
the art gym at
the club to use.
H
e kept his
dark
military style
haircut
still because the one time he tried to grow it out, the guys said he looked like
Bigfoot.
H
e kept his facial hair trimmed and close to his face, so it always looked like he
had five o’clock shadow.
He stood six f
oo
t seven and his arms were bigger than the
current
stripper
’s waist
who was dancing for them.
Easy’s
grey
eyes too
k
in everything in the room
,
even if it didn’t look like it.
His tribal tats were what drew the women to
him;
they extended from one bicep across h
is
back to the other. In the middle of his back was the
Ops
Warrior
s
’
tat
;
Warriors were in green and blue
—
their colors.

When he was growing up his father knew he was going to be big, so he beat the shit
out of him while he was still small enough to scare him into thinking his father was
in charge.
His mother was a small woman who didn’t care enough to stick up for
him;
she was trying to survive as well. What the old man didn’t realize was that Colton
refused to be beat down like that, he wasn’t afraid
—
he was smart, so he waited until he was big enough, then one night when his father
was drunk, Colton showed him
just
who was stronger. When he enlisted
,
his father told him not to both
er coming home when he failed. He never did.

“In an
hour,” Eric ‘Poke’ Brund replied
,
looking at the stage in front of him.
Poke was the classic drop dead gorgeous biker. Long black flowing hair,
icy blue eyes,
muscles in all the right places
, and a smooth face that still made him look dangerous
. He stood six f
oo
t four
, and when
the men were seen
together
,
which was usually the case, panties grew wet and were
dropped right away.
His club tat in the middle of his back was the only tat he wore
,
the only one he wanted
—
it showed he belonged.

His mother was the town
whore;
he had no idea who his father was. He learned early not to open his door on nights
his mom worked. On other nights, he had to take care of his mother when she shot
up to forget her miserable life. He was going
nowhere
fast;
he stole food when he needed, then graduated to bigger things to help pay the bills.
When he was caught
at
seventeen stealing a car,
the judge gave him
a
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Their President, Joel ‘Creed’ Thomas, had grown up in a club, and had let the guys
know when he got out he was taking over for his dad. Before he left the base, he
told the guys to look him up if they were interested. One by one, they had all come.
Fork was first, and then Easy and Poke. The four of them made some calls and soon,
even some of the guys who had retired before them began to show up, it led to more
people hearing about them, increasing the rep Creed’s dad’s club already had, making
them a force no one wanted to fuck with.

They pooled their retirement together and began the strip club; it was their first
business to help contribute to the club's funds. The mysterious rumors of killing
people for their money had only added to their reps. Of course, only one of them
were true and the asshole had owed them the money, but who cared. When people looked
at the rough and rugged men, they assumed they were stupid, uneducated bikers who
only knew violence. They didn’t look beyond the long hair, tattoos, and piercings.
If they had, they would be surprised to know that most of them had college degrees,
and the Trez, their treasurer, Steve ‘Numbers’ Grim, was one of the smartest bastards
they would ever meet, and he could still beat the shit out of most men. Being smart
and tough were not exclusive.

Numbers had been the one to convince them to buy the abandoned mine. At first they
wanted to use the place for the new headquarters of their motorcycle club. They had
a cave-in on the property when they were going to lay the foundation, and they had
discovered a literal gold mine. Now they had a working mine on one side of their
property and a club on the other. It worked for them since the security covered both
places. But they made sure to have a dividing line between the two; only a few people
knew the Warriors owned the mine. Since they couldn’t see the motorcycle club from
the road, people assumed they leased and lived in the old buildings that had been
on the property before. The rat-infested shacks had been the first things to go.
No one knew what was out there unless they had been invited, and if they talked, they
disappeared. That was the rules, and they were scary enough to follow through.

“You have the papers?” Easy asked.
They had been looking into the girls who worked for the club. Pot was the norm in
Sexy
Bitches but most of the time the hard stuff didn’t come in, lately a few of the girls
looked a little strung out, and Creed wanted to know who they were getting their shit
from.

“Yeah,
” Poke winked
at the stripper who was dancing in front of them.
He patted the folder in front of him
never taking his eyes off Shady
.

They were currently in the first place the club purchased when they got their money.
Sexy Bitches was the best strip bar in Nevada if you looked at those kind of lists.
It was known not on
ly for
the quality of women they hired,
but also for their security
.
Even all the shit that went with strip clubs, they kept the brawling to a minimum.
Most everything else was a go, anything and everything a man could want.

The place was decorated for men. The red carpet and black leather furniture made
it appealing. There were five stages for when they were busy, but during the day,
only two were used. They had booths along the walls, and then the five tables that
were all attached. The lights were always kept on low, except for the dancers
’
tables. That is where they wanted the guys
’
eyes. The large bar along the entire length of the back of the club had mirrors
so even there the men could
watch
the women.
The women wandered
the floor between serving
, performing
lap dances and body shots. If the customer wanted more, they had to talk to the
managers. Then only if they could strike a deal, and if both people
consented
. There were three rooms guar
ded by P
rospects that held a chair and nothing else, the rooms in the
far
back were off limits to guests.

Now the bar across the road, which they also owned
,
called Lucky’s
,
was another story. That was where
,
on any given night
,
a biker brawl could break
out
just because someone looked wrong.
It
was
another place
where the Warrior
s ruled
and
were
able to cut loose without worry of any recrim
ination
s.
Booze was booze, and pussy was pussy, the guys knew where to go to cut loose, or
get laid
,
the leaders didn’t do both in public.
That bar was pure country; it held wooden tables and a mechanical bull in the corner.
The
huge dance floor in the center
sometimes was changed into a fight club on rowdy nights. At least the tables and
chairs were made of sturdy wood. Fo
r the Warriors it meant they didn’t have to replace them every time they turned around.
One of the brothers called Shark ran the bar.

“Fuck,
” Poke
said and shifted a little as he watched Shady da
nce. “After the meeting I need
some pussy
.”

“S
hit, you always need
some pussy
,
” Easy said and lifted the beer to his lips. Although he felt the same way, they
hadn
’
t fucked a woman for two days, and he
needed
a release
in a bad way
.

“What club rat
works tonight?”
Poke asked Shady when she bent down to show them her tits.

“Everyone,
” Shady
laughed and licked her lips slowly as she moved seductively in front of them.

“Make sur
e they know Easy and I need our cocks taken care of
,
” Poke said and reached up and pinched her nipple hard. Shady moaned and nodded.

Ted ‘Maxi’ Coul walked up to the table. He stared at the stri
p
per across the room from them and f
rowned. “Where’d the new whore come from
?”
h
e asked.

Poke leaned around so he could see the other w
oman and he
grinned.
“Creed hired her
. She came in last night.”

“Well fuck, we are gonna lo
se money
on that
piece of ass
, she won’t get a rise out of any pricks
,
” Maxi said and the me
n
laughed.

The woman was obviously a
novice
, the one thing she had going for her was her long
,
red
,
curly hair and
voluptuous
body to distract men from her dancing.
Even from where they were sitting they could see her bright green eyes, shit they
were sexy.
Easy frowned as he noticed the woman for the first time. She didn’t look like she
belonged here. Even though she was smoking hot, her movements weren
’
t smooth
, but it didn't keep his
cock
from going
hard even
as he
watch
ed
the chick move like a freak.

“Damn,” Easy said and shook his head
.
Poke looked at his usually qui
e
t friend and raised his eyebrows.
Easy got his name for never saying much, he was
quiet, but deadly, when he struck, most never saw it coming
.
T
he scars on his face and body showed that if pushed
, things could get ugly with
the huge fucker.

“What?” P
oke said and grabbed the beer in fr
ont of him and took a long pull after releasing Shady’s nipple.

“How are you supposed to get a hard-
on watching that?
A
bitch
should have us beggin’ for a fucking taste,
watching her
makes me
check
to make sure my dick is still fucking alive
,
”
Maxi
grumbled.

“She has great tits, hell
,
I am getting hard looking at her,” Poke shrugged.

“
What th
e fuck is wrong with you, she looks like she is having a seizure
,
” Easy argued
even as he adjusted in his seat.
Damn,
he was
hard himself, yeah, he definitely needed
to shoot his load
.
“Beside
s
,
you get fucking hard when the damn wind blows.”

“Come on, who cares how she dances, she looks like she
could
fuck like a
champ,”
Poke said.

Easy rolled his eyes, of course his best friend would say that. He got his road name
Poke because he would
poke any woman he could. He was a man
-
whore and proud of it.
Easy was one of the few that knew his mother was a whore, it explained a few things,
which is why they worked so well together when it came to women. Easy didn’t show
much emotion, and Poke
fake
d
a lot of it. The
y were the
perfect match.

Like the rest of them who served in the military and had been in war zones
—it changed them.
They couldn’t follow normal rules, when they were in combat a certain mi
n
dset came into play, it was all about justice to these men. They had seen
,
more often than not
,
shit that wasn’t right, but
the laws had hampered them
. T
hey had gotten in trouble t
he one time they had intervened when
a group of militants was
raping a young girl
on the side of the road. The Warriors believed in delivering their own justice,
what was right was right
.
Which is why the Ops Warrior
s
MC was feared and respected. People knew not to cross them, if they did, they
had better be able to deal
with the consequences.

“Hey,” Poke laughed and said
,
“
p
ussy is pussy,
and as
long as I don’t have to put a bag over her head it is
all
good.”

“Prick,
” Easy
laughed and the men st
ood. Maxi groaned when Candy
, the wom
a
n who belonged to the club and an
experienced
dancer
,
came to take the new chick
’
s place.

“Damn, Candy
is coming.
Shit, I swear I can see her juice from here,
” Maxi
said
, running his hand over the crotch of his pants and adjusting himself
.

Easy shook his head at the man
’
s tone. When would he ever learn, his whiny pussy tone is what got
him
the nickname Maxi, he was lucky they hadn’t given him the one they first picked
,
which was Kotex. They agreed
,
however
,
Maxi encompassed his pussy high voice when he
whined. He sounded like a slut
on the rag.

“She will be coming later too, you know her, once she gets on that pole,
she'll fuck
herself raw to keep the orgasms real.” Poke laughed.

Another thing that attracted the men to the club lifestyle, the sexual freedom they
had. These men all liked sex, rough and dirty sex
,
and were not ashamed to admit it. The women who belonged to the club knew it and
accepted it.
The hanger
-
ons came for the parties
,
want
ing
to get laid and drink for a few days and then go home to their
pretty lives
;
the women of the club lived with them and believed the same as they did.

“Come on
,
bitch,” Poke said to Maxi. “
Church
is about to begin.”

Easy laughed, anyone who lived with them knew church was a meeting. They considered
them sacred
,
which was the reason for the name.

They walked to the stairs and climbed to the top, nodding at several of the other
members who were just arriving. The whole top floor of Bitches was a meeting room,
it was where the
y
dealt with
strictly
club business. When Creed had it built, he made sure one, it was soundproof and two,
there were two entrances and exits. One everyone knew about and one only the leaders
knew about, in case one of their issues needed burying after the meeting.

By the time everyone arrived in the meeting
room,
the leaders were seated up front. Creed was the President and his V
P
,
Dex ‘Fork’ Vertim
,
was right next to him. Then Easy and Poke
,
the
SGTs
of Arms
,
were seated to their left.
On their right
were
Numbers and
Secretary
,
Tom ‘Raven’ Lourd
. The rest of the room held their mem
bers
of this region, all sixty
of them. All of
them lived on the compound, although only twenty lived
in the main house. The others
lived
in their own homes
,
if they
had an old lady
, or the
y lived in the apartments t
hey built. All of them partied at the main house.
There were only a few rules while at a Warrior
s'
party, everyone was there of t
heir own free will, and respect
ed
the club
. Anything else was free game.

Creed leaned back in his chair and whistled loudly, telling everyone to shut the fuck
up and then said
,
“Call the meeting to order.”

Raven
read the meeting
notes
from last time and Easy zoned off. The last week had been
long;
he and Poke had just gotten back from a run to the coast. One of the other Warrior
s'
chapters
they had in Cali needed more protection and they provided it. The guns they had taken
were clean and
untraceable;
it was necessary to shift weapons every few months in case. Their barrels were sanded
so the marks would never be identified. The Shop on the compound took care of that.
Shady was in charge of the Shop, the woman knew her guns
;
growing up in another club, Shady had picked up the skill from her father.