The Filthy Few (Iron Disciples MC) (12 page)

He walks over
to Stacy. “My name is Eddie. I’m Cade’s better half. What may I ask is your
name, gorgeous?”

“It’s
Gorgeous.” She replies.

And who’s the
gimp?” He asks, pointing but not looking at me.

“She’s the
untouchable one. You touch her and your better looking brother is gonna kick
your ugly ass!”

“So the
evening’s entertainment is going to be solely provided by you then?”

“Try me, you
might like me.” Stacy says.

“Oh I’ll try
you Gorgeous and I’m pretty sure I’ll like you. You on the other hand may not
like me. I tend to be a bit rough on my women. Most don’t appreciate the
bruises I tend to leave on my girls faces.”

I am beginning
to feel sick. I cannot lie here while he makes my assistant his sex slave. I
don’t know that I can do anything about that either but I will have to try if
it comes to that. Even if it means I’m going to get my head handed to me. The
more I study Eddie’s face the more differences I see. He has these hard lines
where Ethan’s are softer, gentler. Cade’s eyes are dark and intense but Eddie’s
are hard steely and vacant. When he does look at me again I look right into his
eyes. Not only is the light not on, there is definitely no one home! This guy
is evil and it makes me think of two conclusions. Either Cade is a lot like his
brother and he has fooled me and is just as sick and twisted? Or maybe they
were raised apart and Cade had loving parents where Eddie didn’t. That sound’s
far- fetched. Eddie’s voice draws me out of my thoughts.

“I like you
Gorgeous,” he says to Stacy. “But I kinda like the gimp. I ain’t never been
with a gimp before. What do you think gimp? You ever been with a real man
before?”

“Your brother
and he set the bar impossibly high so you’re gonna pretty much suck eggs!”

“Look at you,
all full of piss and vinegar. It’s gonna be fun fucking that out of you. When
I’m done with you gimp, you’re gonna be a changed woman. And when I’m done with
you I’m gonna have me a sideways pussy. Ain’t that right Gorgeous, you got
yourself a sideways snatch?”

“You believe
whatever you want limp dick.”

“Come on Eddie,”
I plead. “You don’t have to do this. What do you really want?”

“I thought I
was making myself pretty damn clear gimp. But before you and I have our fun
I’ll have to restrain Gorgeous here.”

“I’ll be good,
I promise!”

“I’m not sure
that’s a promise you’re going to be able to keep. Not when you see how much fun
gimp is having. No, I think you’ll come over here and make a nuisance of
yourself. So come here, let me have those dainty little hands.”

Five minutes
later Stacy is tied to the recliner in such a way she’ll never escape; not in a
thousand years.   Something strikes me as odd here. What happened to the fiery
girl who just the other day sunk a spiked heel into that biker’s skull? She was
so easily cowed just now.

I guess it’s up
to me now. I figure my best option is to try to hit him in the head with my
cast. That should be enough to knock him out. Having secured Stacy, Eddie seems
completely at ease thinking there’s no way anyone is going to stop him. He
saunters over to where I’m lying and reaches for my tits. About that time
there’s a knock on the door. Before I can decide if it would be a good idea or
not to start screaming for help Stacy takes the choice from me.

“Help!” She
screams with surprising volume. “Help us please!”

Eddie whirls on
Stacy. His cold lifeless eyes blazing with an unearthly blaze. This is the
something bad I didn’t want to happen. He crosses the distance from the couch
where I’m lying to Stacy’s chair in two strides. One last time she belts out a
call for help.

“Help us
please! Whoever is out there pl-”

The outlaw
biker’s hand was so fast I didn’t even see it move. All I could see was a blur
and Stacy’s head rocking back and forth like a bobble head doll. She screams
through gritted teeth and steels herself for another blow. I can’t believe this
is happening to us. I have never been exposed to violence before or people
capable of such acts. Now it seems I’m fucking surrounded in it.

Suddenly
another person walks in the room; my brother carrying a tire iron!

“Jaime, what
the fuck?”

“Yes,” Says
Eddie turning to face his new opponent. “What the fuck?”

“Leave the
girls alone you bastard!” Jaime shouts.

“Or what?”
Eddie asks.

 Clearly Jaime
or his tire iron does not intimidate him.

“Or I introduce
your skull to my iron. Notice I didn’t use the word brain, because I don’t
think you have one.”

“Well you must
not either, barging in here like this and threatening me. This will not end
well
boy
.”

Suddenly
there’s a loud crash outside.

“What the fuck
was that?” Eddie asks, glancing out the window.

I look too but
I can’t see anything.

“I believe that
was your bike falling over…twice. You see I didn’t come here alone or without a
plan.”

“Well did your
plan include you dying here, because that’s what is going to happen?”

He takes a menacing
step in Jaime’s direction but stops when there’s another metallic and glass
crunching sound outside.

“I think you’d
better attend to your bike while there’s anything left of it.” Jaime says with
a wicked smile.

“Oh I will and
then I’ll come back in here an-”

“Did I tell you
I called the police just before walking in here?” And when Eddie shakes his
head. “No…so sorry.”

“We’re not
finished here. You won today, but you can’t protect them forever.” Then he
turns to face us. “Goodbye gimp. Goodbye Gorgeous. I’ll taste you both later.”

Then he turns
and walks out, brushing shoulders with my trembling hero little brother. When
the door slams our silence is finally broken.

“Oh my god
Jaime, you were amazing!  And so very stupid. What were you even thinking?” I
ask.

“I was thinking
I should save your ass, that’s what I was thinking. Maybe I should have let you
be. You were doing so well without me.” He says, turning to look at the still
bound Stacy as if to prove his point.

Then he walks
over and proceeds to untie her.

“What about
your friend outside.” I ask. “Is he going to be okay? Bikers don’t take kindly
to people smashing their rides.”

“Yeah he’s
fine. That was my friend Joe. I heard his truck take off before biker guy even
got outside so no way he’ll know who did the damage to his ride.”

“Yeah but he
knows you and he’ll hold you responsible.”

“Hey I’m really
sorry for saving your ass then. Next time I’ll just take pictures.”

“Jaime I’m
sorry. I was just worried. You’re all I’ve got. If I lose you then I really am
alone.”

“By the way,
have you met Stacy?”

“Yes, I believe
we shared a moment when I was untying her ropes.”

“Stacy as you
have guessed, this is my little brother Jaime, emphasis on little.”

She offers her
hand. I can tell from the way she looks at him that there is a connection
beginning to happen. Ohhhh her boyfriend’s not gonna like this.

“So how long
have you been working for my slave driving sister?” He asks.

“A couple
years,” she replies, rubbing her chaffing wrists.

“Oh my god, I
am so sorry. You’re hurt aren’t you?”

“Just a few
rope burns, that’s all.” She replies.

“Maybe I can
help with that. I’ll be right back.”

Jaime turns and
goes back outside, presumably to his car for something.

“He’s cute!”
Stacy gushes.

“Hands off!” I
snap. “Besides, don’t you got a steady Eddie already?”

“I’m starting
to think predictable is overrated.”

“He’s
definitely not predictable. He’s also not stable, responsible, or employed. He
went to Cal Berkeley to become an archeologist and graduated with top marks but
he cannot get a job. He’s got this dream of going to Guatemala to work on the excavation
of Tikal. That’s the Mayan ruins-”

‘Where the
planet Endor was filmed for Star Wars! I know all about the place. I went there
after I graduated. I spent two days mucking about in Tikal then spent five days
on some little caye in Belize. Wow, so he wants to work in Tikal. I think I can
help with that.”

“Oh my god, are
you serious?” Asks Jaime, coming back in the room.

“I may be able
to. I have this client who is from Guatemala. When he was teaching every year
he would take a group of students to Tikal and a couple other temples there and
in Belize. They would spend a week camping and exploring. I hear it was great
fun. I’ll see if I can talk to him and maybe he can help. He probably knows
people there; or at least he probably did. But it’s been probably ten years or
more. He’s retired now so I can’t promise anything.”

Jaime gives her
a spontaneous hug that lasts a little longer than just a friendly hug. When
they step back from one another both appear a little flushed and excited.

“Thank you so
much! Oh, and I brought you some sunscreen I had in the trunk. It should help
with the raw patches from the ropes.”

“You’re so
kind.”

“It’s the least
I can do. After all, you did save my sister the other day with your heels.”

“Your sister
has been very good to me over the years. I couldn’t just stand there and watch.
I saw an opening and I did what anyone would do.”

“No,” Jaime
says with feeling. “Not anyone. Most would have stood there terrified but you
acted. That took real courage!”

“You’re pretty
damn courageous yourself Jaime. I think-”

“Oh my god,
that’s enough; get a fucking room already! And I don’t mean that literally. The
fuck part of the room” I complain. “But if I have to listen to any more of your
mutual admiration society I’m gonna barf. If this is you two flirting, and I
believe it is, you need some serious help.”

“Hey I’m just
being honest.” Jaime defends himself.

“And I am too.”
Stacy replies. “Your brother is a very brave man.”

“You know what,
fuck him, I don’t care. Go fuck like little bunnies I don’t care, but don’t you
think you’re starting a relationship here just because you both went Bruce Lee
on the biker dudes. You two are nothing alike.”

“You know I
love you sis,” Jaime begins. “But shut the hell up! I am an adult and I’m
pretty sure S-Steph…St-”

“You can’t even
remember her name!” I shout with glee. “You were gonna call her Stephanie.”

“Is that your
girlfriend’s name?” Stacy asks.

“No. And I
don’t have an ex named Stephanie either. I just got mixed up with your name
that’s all; sorry.”

“It’s okay
Fred, we all make mistakes.” Stacy replies laughing.

“Hey you wanna
grab a coffee or something?” Jaime asks Stacy.

Stacy turns to
me. We were about to do some more work and my temptation is to hold her to that
but...I guess I don’t have to be a hard ass all the time.

“Fine you
little fuck bunnies, go get your rocks off.”

“It’s just
coffee!” Jaime protests.

“Hey don’t sell
yourself short.” Stacy says in a seductive voice.

I’ve had
enough. I put an index finger in each ear and say loudly. “La la la la la I’m
not listening…la la la la…” Until they both shut up and are headed out the
front door.

I can’t believe
it. Even my little brother has better success with dating than me. What the
hell is this world coming too?

It’s nearing
midnight when I finally close my eyes. Cade is still out taking care of some
crisis and I have no idea if he is okay or when he’ll return. It also dawned on
me that I don’t even have his phone number. What if I have to call him for some
emergency? Since I am living at his house we should trade numbers to be on the
safe side at least. The moment I start thinking of him I start to feel a little
flush. My heart starts to beat just a little faster and I thoughts of work give
way to thoughts of his naked body on top of my naked body. He’s spent enough
time unclothed in my presence I have just about memorized his ink.