Taming Lucca: Red Devils M.C. (4 page)

“Damn man
. Owned. Really? Not me I never want to keep them longer than it takes to bang um a few times.” Bone chuckled at his brother’s possessiveness.

“Bone just you wait
. Your days coming. You won’t be able to ignore a woman who means more than your hard dick, and when that day comes I’m gonna laugh my ass off as you spin in circles trying to patch her.”

“Not gonna happen, brother.” Bone tugged at his collar damned thing was
itchy. He checked his watch with a smile. “Show time, ladies.” He said as took Dogs outstretched hand, and jerked his brother to his feet. Dog stubbed out the cigar in a nearby ash tray, and straightened his suit with a dopey smile. He walked to the door. “Fuck, get that dopey look off your face man you’re acting like a chick. Before Bone and I know it you’ll be asking us if we can have a sleep over or braid our damned hair.” Dog just shot him a bird over his shoulder, and walked down the stairs heading to the alter where Preach stood ready to officiate the proceedings.

Thirty minutes later Bones and Tank
stood at the alter with the happy couple watching Dog and Terry with deep smiles on their faces. Terry in a low cut red wedding dress that showed her large cleavage off to perfection, which clung till it got to her hips where it flared out into a bell shaped skirt, with a deep v in the back of the dress covered by Dog’s property patch clearly worn on her back. Dog was kissing her deeply to the catcalls and whistles of the rowdy crowd. Her blond hair was flowing down Dog’s arm where he’d bent her over to lay one on her.

Then they were all headed out to the bon fire to celebrate the joyful couple who were headed to their own private party. At the door Dog scooped Terry over his shoulder with a gleeful shout, and took off running towards their cabin to the
shrieks of his old lady, and the laughter and jeers of their family.

Bone walked out to the
bon fire grabbing a beer and taking a seat on an old bench seat, and sat watching the rowdy crowd. A woman came and sat down beside him. She was blond and her huge tits were falling out of the skin tight lime mini dress she wore. “Bones.” She purred her hand moving to rest on his already hardening cock. “You promised last time that you’d rock my world, but then you had to leave before the party started. I was soo disappointed.” She leaned towards him, and her right nipple peaked out of the tight dress.

“Hum…. Well
we can’t have that can we sweet?” He murmured as his hand pulled her dress down baring her breasts fully. “Nice tits.” He murmured as pulled her onto his lap, and took on of her tight nipples into his mouth sucking it roughly. Making a few adjustments she took his cock out, and he slid a condom into her hand. She quickly sheathed him in the condom then slipped his cock into her warm wet pussy. She was bouncing up and down riding his cock hard, while he sucked her big tits seconds later. This was the life, he thought, as the sweetbutt rode his cock moaning as he grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her. His crew bleared music from the big outdoor speakers and began parting around the fire a few feet away.

Molly stared out the window of the tiny cell they had shoved her in
to ten days ago. She’d thought that life was rough living in the Slums, but this was so much worse she was sitting in a room with no room to move. The stench from her own odor filling the tiny four by four room. They’d fed her actual slop, like they would give an animal. She was allowed one family visit they’d told her as they’d shoved her in here, but in ten days no one had come to see her. She pushed her greasy hair back from her face. She couldn’t cry anymore she’d cried, and screamed herself out in the last ten days waiting for someone to come in and realize that this was all a mistake and let her go home. She’d been told that the last time the guard had come in that in the morning she would be sentenced. Turning to the door expecting the slop to be delivered she was surprised to see a man with a key heading toward her cell.

“You’ve got a visitor, Slumie.” The
guard, a fat man with jowls and mean beady eyes who’d been bring her food, shoved the key into the lock opening the cell door. “Shit, you stink.” He motioned for her to walk ahead of him to the door. What did the man expect she hadn’t been allowed to bath in days she thought as she moved ahead of him into the narrow hallway. He took her to a room with only a glass partition with holes in it and a chair on either side. On the other side of the glass partition sat her mother her hair styled neatly and her clothes immaculate. She looked like she was attending a garden party in the hills not her daughter’s prison cell. “You’ve got twenty minutes then its bath time, Slumie.” The guard walked out leaving her facing her mother unsure what to say. Feeling dirty and fearful she waited for her mother to speak.

Her mother glared
at her as she demanded. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me and your father.” Yes Molly thought with fury. What an inconvenience for her mother her imprisonment must be. It might look bad to her ridiculous friends who were just as obsessed with the Hill district as her mother was. Hell as Molly had been only days ago. Now she just hoped to survive. “I asked you not to go! You went, and then you were stupid enough to try to steal some poor woman’s purse. How did you think that would go Molly?”

“I didn’t take anything Momma.
They planted it in my pocket.” Molly howled tears she had thought dried up filling her eyes, as she sat in a small yellow chair staring at her mother who didn’t seem to care that she was suffering. No, her mother only cared about how she looked in the eyes of the class she wanted so badly to be a part of.

“Really? If that true it’s what you get for dating that man trying to be better than everyone else. You should have stayed with your kind.”
That was rich thought Molly as if her mother wasn’t trying the same thing with her fashion choices and her obscene need to have them like her.

“Mother don’t you even care that I’m in prison about to be sentenced for a crime I didn’t commit.”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic. You’ll be out of here once you’re sentenced in the morning. Then you can live outside the wall stop acting like it’s a death sentence.” Her mother gave her a bored look her perfectly groomed nails tapping on the table in front of her.

“
Yes. Yes I will be outside the wall. We all know who’s out there murders, thieves, and bikers.” She shivered with fear none of those people were anyone she wanted to spend time with.

“Well that’s w
hat going with that boy has cost. I tried to explain the way things worked to you. You didn’t listen so now you’ll have to suffer.” Molly couldn’t believe that her mother could be this level of heartless.

“Why did father not come to see me today?
He would not allow this to happen to me.”

“Your father was so heartbroken that you would do this that he had disowned you.” Her mother said coldly as she stood. “I think that we’re done here. When you get outside the wall let this be a lesson
to you and never try to act better than others when you’re not.” With that parting shot her mother banged on the door behind her, and was let out. Molly sat there until the guard came to get her staring at the door her mother had just exited through. Shocked that her father had disowned her, and her mother had just walked out with a well you deserve to be punished for trying to better your lot in life.

The guard
came back and took her to a room with a shower real soap and a bed. When he left she stood in the shower defeated her tears flowing down her face washed away with the cold water that flowed over her. She knew, even as she washed away the grime that covered her skin, that she may not make it to her twenty third birthday the world outside the wall was lawless. When she finally felt clean again, and her tears had long since stopped she dressed in the clothes, a pair of dreaded grey coveralls, laid out on the bed. She lay down on the bed looking at the ceiling wondering what tomorrow would bring, and even with those heavy thoughts it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

The opening of the door woke her. Expecting to see the guard who’d been tending her for the past ten days she was pleasantly surprised to see that it was Carl entering the cell.

“Ah, kid if only I could save you. I would. You know that. They won’t take my word that you couldn’t have done this. I’m so sorry.” Carl took her into his arms. Molly couldn’t stop the sobs of relief someone believed her. Thank god she did have someone who cared about her. “I’m so, so sorry sweetheart.” He held her while she cried for about three minutes then he pulled away.

“We have to go
or they’ll send someone else to get you, but I need you to take this,” he handed her what looked like a map, some credits, and a compass in a see through pouch.

“You’ll have to hide it until you’re beyond the gate
, or the other guards will take it. Listen sweetheart, you know I ride Berta outside the wall. Well I’m friends with some bikers in the north a town called Hampstead. They are always looking for mechanics, and you’re a damned good one. Tell him that Clutch sent you, and that he wanted him to take care of you. You can’t trust any of the other bikers out there, but the Blue Bandits are good men. I’ve ridden with them. So look for the blue devil wearing a bandana around the face. Any colors besides that and you hide or run, okay. The Bandits are safe if you tell them Clutch sent you to talk to the Prez. Repeat it.”

“Clutch sent me
. I need to talk to the Prez.” Molly said fearful of the world beyond the wall, but at least having some credits with a place to go that might be safe she wasn’t filled with as much fear as she had been the night before. “Good girl, Molly. Now hide that so we can take you to this damned pointless sentencing.” Molly shoved the packet that just might save her life into the inside pocket of the coverall. Then she followed Carl to the court room. The sentencing took about five minutes. The two women from the dinner spoke then the manager retold the story. She wasn’t asked to speak, and the judge with a bored expression leaned on his desk. When they were done speaking he just snapped the gravel down with a “sentenced to life outside the wall.”

That was
it. It was all over in a few minutes, and she was to be tossed out. Standing in the mud outside the gate only ten short minutes later without a clue as to how she’d gotten there. Everything had happened so fast. She turned when the guard who’d been watching her for the last ten days pushed her away from the gate they had shoved her out of laughing as she stumbled and almost fell. What a jerk. Looking back at the City that had been her home for twenty two years with dismay she almost began crying again.

Molly could barely believe that just te
n days ago she was a successful lead Slum mechanic with a lover who she had thought loved her. Now she was a criminal standing in the mud with a vague idea that she could find a home outside the wall with a pack of bikers. With a sigh she set out to find something besides these stupid coveralls to wear if she was starting a new life she wasn’t starting it as a dumpy Slum mechanic.

The market near the gate was a place where
surrounding cities to sell their goods to the people who lived in safety behind the wall. They were the cities primary source of fresh foods and clothes. Having never been outside the wall Molly was amazed by the colorful market. She walked down the row of stalls looking at everything trying to absorb it all. There were women wearing men’s clothing, a denim material like her coveralls only theirs where made into a pair of pants. This was slightly shocking to her. In the city no woman would have worn pants unless it was a jumper like her coveralls.

She found a stall that sold backpacks. She stopped picking up a blue one that had ties on the top to hold a bedroll. The man in the stall showed her the bedrolls and how they attached. She
also found a manual propping up one leg of a shelf on top of one of the table that she bought as well as the blue pack and a bedroll. Her next stop found fifteen days’ work of ration cubes, some sun screen, four bottles of water and a compass. As she filled the backpack with her purchases she saw a stall on the row across from her and a few stalls down with clothes and headed for it. Walking closer she noticed the guard from the prison standing a few feet away. She quickly ducked into the clothing stall before he turned afraid he was looking for her.

She walked down the row of colorful
denim pants she looked at them with consideration. She wasn’t from the city behind the wall anymore, should she let go of the things she’d learned were right according to the Hillies or allow it to shape her view of this new world? Still trying to decide she heard a sound behind her, and looked to find a woman appearing to be a few years older than her with blue hair wearing a pair of the denim pants and a bright blue tank top. Scandalized slightly by the tightness of the attire as well as the tattoos that covered her left arm Molly stared. The woman smiled brightly and came towards her. As she got closer Molly saw that the tattoo said Property of Slim in dark black ink. The woman was a little on the heavy side of ideal with generous breast and hips. She wore several jangling bracelets and black boots. Her smile made her seem to glow with an inner happiness that Molly envied.

“You really
need to try those on. Now let’s see.” The woman began tugging on Molly’s coveralls making them tight around the hips clucking her tongue when she had the coveralls tight to Molly’s hips. Molly felt even more scandalized by this manhandling so she stood still hoping the woman would stop tugging at her clothes.

“Sugar you’re hiding a hot figu
re under these horrid coveralls. If I looked like you I’d be flaunting it all over the place.” The woman let out a tinkling belly laugh that caused Molly’s heart to squeeze inside her chest. Had she ever laughed like that with so much joy? She didn’t think so it made her realize that she’d never been happy a day in her life. She understood finally why her life in the Slums had never been enough, which was kinda sad. The woman began to usher her to the back were a small dressing room was curtained off as she went she was grabbing several pairs of pants. When they reached the dressing room she thrust the pants into her arms. “Here try on these jeans then come out and let me see so we can find the right fit.” She jerked the curtain door closed. Molly stood a little surprised to find herself in the little room holding several pair of pants no jeans. She turned setting them down on the small bench behind her. She was about to pull the coveralls off when the curtain was jerked back open. Molly spun to look at the blue haired woman as she held out another stack of clothes.

“Sorry almost forgot these. Now try them on and don’t forget to let me see. Okay?”

“Umm…Okay”

“
Great.” The curtain was snapped close a second time. Molly noticed a full body length mirror in the corner hung on a post stuck in the ground near the bench that she hadn’t noticed at first. She removed her coveralls and pulled on a pair of the jeans they were comfortable. She then picked up a bold red shirt from the other pile putting it on too. She stood for several minutes staring at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe it was her own reflection staring back at her from the mirror. The jeans were loose around her waist, but not baggy like the coveralls. The shirt fit her well it wasn’t tight like the blue haired woman’s was, and it flowed nicely showing a hint of her small breasts but not clinging to them. The color with her black hair made her look like she was glowing instead of pale and colorless.

“You got something on yet
Doll?”

“Um..Yes.” The woman snapped the curtain open again staring at Molly with a slight frown.

“Humm… the shirts fine
, but the jeans are not right.” She pulled another pair of jeans from the pile handing them to Molly. “Here these are the size you need put those on with the shirt.” The curtain was closed again. Leaving Molly slightly bewildered. She looked really good in these jeans what did the woman mean these were the wrong size? She stood in front of the mirror for a few more minutes staring before she took them off and pulled on the pair the woman had suggested. They felt less baggy and her reflection revealed that these were definitely much tighter Molly thought with dismay. She was getting the first pair not these. As she had this thought, the curtain was opened by the blue haired woman who cooed “Ooo yes, those are perfect.”

Molly looked down thinking perhaps the mirror wasn’t working, but
saw that it was working just fine. These jeans made her look like she was a whore. She looked up at the woman ready to tell her so when she saw a huge man step into the stall. He was massive with tattoos covering his left arm with the words Lisa’s old man in thick black ink. His arms and leg were big as tree trunks with wide shoulders and hips. His hair was shaggy and long and he had a shaggy beard that was a sandy brown color. He wore a leather vest with patches, a white tank under it, and jeans with leather chaps at the bottom. Molly stood frozen as the woman was rattling on about her needing several pairs as well as a few shirts. The man reached forward grabbing the woman on the butt. Right in front of her as if this wasn’t scandalizing. Molly stepped back cowering slightly in the small dressing room.

“You’d sure better be Slim or you’
re a dead man.”  She looked over her shoulder smiling at the man.

“Ha. You think I’d let a man get close enough to touch your ass baby?” The man who must be Slim leaned over his mouth kissing down the woman’s neck. That was when Molly realized that this man was the reason the woman looked truly happy. It was in her eyes when she turned them up to his. Slim’s hands had
slid around her waist to pull her back into his arms possessively. The woman eyes met Molly’s noting  her cowering in the dressing room she began to pull his hands away while dodging the mouth still trying to kiss her neck.

“
NO! You big lug. I know better. But you need to go play with the boys your scaring the customers.” Laughing she playfully batted at his hand which tried to grab her hips as she pushed him backwards out of the stall. “Okay, Baby. You don’t have to abuse me. I’m sure the mouse is just timid not scared. Although those people from the wall are scared of everything out here.” He chuckled and took a step back every few seconds to allow the woman to push him from the stall. Almost at the entrance he stopped not allowing her to push him any further and held her hips gently bending down till he met her eyes.

“I only came
in to tell you I have to head back for some club biz. I’m taking Trick with me, but Pretty boy and Tanner are staying to help you pack up in a few hours.
DO NOT
leave without them, and make them help. No doing it by yourself baby. I mean it, Lisa.” The look Slim gave her was intense. The woman, Lisa’s, face was turned slightly with the way there bodies had shifted when she was pushing him from the stall so Molly saw the way it softened. She pulled his hand to her stomach holding it there. “Slim, I’ll be okay. Promise.” She said softly planting a kiss on his chin. Slim squeezed her gently the grinned widely. Which Molly found frankly scary and smacked Lisa’s ass harder this time. Her hands flew to her butt to rub the sting away.

“You’d better be, Woman
.” Slim turned and walked out of the stall letting out a yell to a group of men standing a few feet away leaning on some poles. “Let’s Ride.” One man moved away meeting him and they walked away together. As they moved away she saw that they had a patch on the back of the leather vests that said Red Devils MC with a little red man with pointy ears, a forked tail and holding a flaming pitchfork. Molly realized that the man who made Lisa so happy was part of a biker gang. Lisa watched Slim walk away letting out a sigh when he was swallowed by the crowd. She shook her head turning back to Molly with a smile lingering on her face. “Sorry Doll. That man fries my brain with his hotness. Now what were we doing? Oh right getting your clothes.” She began to stack clothes by the register. Molly watched as the pile grew her eyes widening. She could not afford all of the clothes Lisa was stacking up. She was dismayed to realize she would have to take the coveralls with her. She was only able to get one pair of jeans, a few pairs of underwear, and shirt. She’d started shopping with forty credits. Now she only had ten.

“
Wait I can’t buy all this I’ll just take one pair of jeans, some underwear, and a shirt.”

Lisa looked at her with a puzzled
expression. “You can’t travel with just one set of clothing sweetie what if it rains?”

“I will take my coveralls too. How many credits will it be?”

“Oh no, Doll you will not be taking those coveralls. I plan to put those poor things out of their misery tonight in a fire. Now today’s a special event everything is buy one get three free. Isn’t that Lucky.” Lisa beamed. She gathered several things from the stack she’d been building. “Now two jeans, Three shirts, five pairs of underwear,” She looked at Molly’s feet. “A pair of hiking shoes and four pair of socks that will total out to be five credits.” 

Although she was grateful that Lisa was trying to help her she couldn’t allow her to do give her all these clothes. She had gathered from the byplay between Slim and Lisa that she was pregnant and families needed money. “I can’t allow you to just
give me all this stuff. You have a family and you need to eat.”

“Oh Doll
, aren’t you sweet. That’s not something you have to worry about my man can take care of me just fine. Heck, if he doesn’t his brothers would take care of me. Besides I like to charge the uppity ones from the city twice as much.” She laughed loudly drawing the attention of the men who stood near the stall. The one smoking smiled in their direction. Molly also saw that the guard from the prison was walking towards the tent. What a jerk that guy was she thought angrily. “If you get the chance you should charge that guy double for sure.” Molly’s hand point out at the guard then clapped over her mouth when she realized that what she’d said was very vindictive. She worried that Lisa would be mad that she was saying bad things about a city guard. Lisa only laughed that deep belly laugh again.

“
So noted,” She nodded solemnly. “I really like you.”

“Thanks.” Molly saw that the guard was now heading towards Lisa’s stall
grinning with malice at Molly as he did. She shivered she really didn’t like that guard he was very nasty. Seeing her face Lisa turned to look behind her seeing the guard heading their way she let out a sharp whistle the two men’s heads swung towards her and they came to attention. Lisa made a strange fisted hand motion nodding towards the guard coming closer and the men moved quickly between the entrance of the stall and the man. They acted causal standing there with an unconcerned air as if they hadn’t just almost run to the entrance of the stall. The guard tried to enter, but a hard arm on the bigger man swung out blocking him from entering.

“Sorry Mate. Only one customer in the stall at a time. Safety. You understand right?” the smaller man said as he stubbed his cigarette out with his boot after dropping it.

“That’s ridiculous. I just wanted to warn that woman about the Slumie. She’s just been thrown out of my city for theft. I’m sure she stolen things from her already.” He smiled gleefully at Molly over the man’s shoulder. A roaring sound started in Molly’s ears surely now Lisa and the two men would turn against her. Allowing the guard to harass her, and they would probably help him. Her eyes filled with tears she just barely held back. She wasn’t ready to give up the slight friendship she’d created with Lisa yet. Why did this keep happening to her? She wasn’t a bad person surely she didn’t deserve this. “Really? Well it’s a good thing you’re here then, huh,” The big one said not moving his arm from where it blocked the guard’s entrance. “Except the rules. Safety first and all that. Could be an accident with two people in there.”

Molly grabbed her backpack dug her money out giving Lisa all the credits she
had left then gathered what she thought was worth ten credits and began to move away with a “Thanks and sorry for the trouble.”

“Doll this is way more than we agreed to
. Take this back.” Lisa said shoving half the credits back into her hand, and scooping up what she’d left on the counter beside the register. “You also forgot these.”

Molly stared at her in disbelief “You heard what he said about me didn’t you?”
             

“Yes, but I’m a damned good judge of
character, and I’d bet money on the case against you being a load of shit. Now, why don’t you head out the back while the boys detain him.” Lisa said as Molly shoved the money in the jeans pocket and the clothes in her backpack. “Thank you, Lisa” She hurried towards the back entrance to the stall that was covered by a curtain.