Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen, #2)(3)
When the last of the white robes had disappeared, we got to our feet and Styx turned to Tank. “You think they’re gonna leave us alone?” he signed and I voiced the question out loud.
Tank nodded his head. “Sounds like it. When Landry gives an order, he f*ckin’ gives an order and anyone that goes against it dies. Sounds like they got something bigger brewing. Probably gearing up for the race war they think's rolling in but’ll never come.”
“So that just leaves—” Styx signed, talking more business but I cut him off just to get this shit done with. I had a bottle of Jack waiting with my name all over it.
“The Columbians’ll be shipping the new ammo next week. We got the street gangs back onside after the clusterf*ck that was the Jesus freaks’ attempt at a takeover. The smalltime MC’s are keeping outta our way, Senator Collins is having the feds keep their f*ckin’ noses outta our shit, and there’s no word of any trouble brewing with the Diablos,” I said and threw a wink at my best friend, taking a f*ckin’ bow when I was done.
Styx’s jaw clenched at me cutting him off, but when I lifted my head back up, he signed, “Good. Then we’re done.”
I clapped my hands together and threw on my prizewinning smile. “So let’s get the f*ck back to the compound and get completely smashed!”
I threw my arm around Styx’s shoulders as we headed down the hill to our bikes, hurrying to get the f*ck away from this burning slice of redneck hell!
An hour later, we rolled into the compound, the place already brimming with *. Jumping off my bike, I turned to my brothers.
“Let’s get f*cked up! There’s more club slut * coming tonight than I can manage. I only got ten fingers and one monster cock; can’t satisfy them all!”
“Though you’d give it a f*ckin’ try!” AK shouted back at me, heading to the club.
A chorus of laughter roared out and all the brothers rushed inside to pick their slut and poison. Flame headed to the back of the garage, blade in hand, off to be the crazy f*ckin’ guard dog he’d been for weeks.
I walked up to Styx and slapped him on his back. “You joining us tonight, brother?”
He shook his head, his dark hair falling in front of his face. “G-going for a-a r-ride with M-Mae.”
I playfully whistled low. “Fuck, man, not again! Stay here, drink, get f*cked up. You don’t have to piss off with your bitch every time we party.”
Styx glared at me. “Sh-she’s still learning h-how to be on the outside w-w-world. It’s t-too mu… much.”
Styx was talking about how Mae still knew little but a life in the commune. Some serious old-school pilgrim way of life. She was still adjusting to how life worked out here on the outside and Styx was slowly teaching her.
“Fine.” I sighed as Styx reached into his pocket and pulled out a smoke. A question suddenly came to mind. “You’re wrapping up when you f*ck Mae, yeah? Things are going to shit of late for us here at the club and we don’t need more problems.”
Styx stilled and his eyes snapped to mine. I got it; no one talked shit about Mae and she was never a problem. The f*cker was insane over the bitch. She was f*ckin’ hot, all long black hair and stunning wolf eyes that the brother was crazy about. Styx was obsessed with her. Fuckin’ lived and died for her. Was no way I’d ever be that way over a piece of *.
My old man’s words of wisdom came straight to mind: Pussies are to be licked good and f*cked hard—never worshipped.
I held up my hands and backed off. “Hey, just checking no little Styxs are gonna be running around my feet anytime soon. I ain’t ready to be an uncle yet, and with the amount of f*cking you two been doing, I’m just making sure.”
Styx shrugged, ignoring me, and my eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You ain’t using protection are you, dumb f*ck?”
Styx’s jaw clenched and he said, “N-no. A-and if she gets p-p-pregnant, good. I wanna o-own my b-bitch in every way. I w-want her to h-have my k-k-kid.”
My mouth dropped open and I threw back my head, laughing. “Fuck, Styx! Knocking her up before marriage. You’ve taken some extreme religious cult princess, brought her into being the Hangmen prez’s old lady, so basically the top-of-the-crop of all the bitches under this roof, and to finish it off, you could get her knocked up before she gets a ring on her finger.”
Styx’s eyes tightened, his face remaining stoic, which only served to give me more reason to die laughing. “My man, you earn the right to wear the devil on your back. You have completely corrupted the bitch! If she weren’t going to hell before, she’s sure as f*ck going now!”
Styx lunged forward, right fist clenched, just as the bar door opened. A second later, Mae came through and Styx backed up some, shooting me a pissed-off glance that told me I’d be paying for that comment later.
“Hello, Ky,” Mae greeted, all ladylike and proper in her weird old world accent, as she walked over to Styx. He reached out for her hand and pulled her into his arms, fisted her black hair, and brought her mouth to his, flicking me his middle finger behind her back.
The guy had been crazy about the bitch before she was kidnapped by Rider, but since he’d gotten her back, he’d made her his property, given her a patch with his name on the back, and hadn’t let her out of his sight for even a second. In fact, they were locked in his room so damn much, I was sure he spent more time f*cking her than breathing.