Dutch: (Lucifer's Breed MC Book 4) Page 4

  When Dutch actually looked at the man sitting on the porch steps, holding his teeth in his hand, he laughed and taunted him. “Well, how about that? You can suck your old man’s cock without scraping him with your teeth now.” He laughed at the look of hatred that the smaller man shot his way, but hadn’t ducked fast enough when the swamp rat popped him upside the head with his open hand.

  The hit made him stop taunting the assholes and get serious about beating some sense into the fuckers. Killing them would have been quicker and easier than letting them think that they had a chance to ride off with Kylie, but he wasn’t going to kill a man or two over a woman that wasn’t his property.

  He stood over their twitching bodies and heard the door behind him squeak on the rusted hinges. The small hand on his forearm was ice cold, and he looked sideways to see her face and he knew that she was still afraid of the pile of flab and putrid breath. He pulled her around to hold her closer to his chest and try to reassure her that they were no longer a threat.

  His hands landed on the cheeks of her ass and his head lowered to the curve of her neck to whisper into her ear. “They can’t hurt you, they can’t hurt anyone.” He drew back to look into her eyes and nodded his head before cupping her ass cheeks and lifting her up for her arms to ring his neck and her legs to clamp around his hips. He noted that the fuckers were watching the two of them so he kissed Kylie’s open lips in a no holds barred mouth fuck. By the time he was ready to come up for air, she had already pinched his side to get him to let her breathe. He rested his forehead on hers and swatted her ass before letting her legs drop to the ground.

  “Get your shit ready to go. I’ll keep these boys company while you get what you need.”

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  Kylie checked the mailbox for the second time, but the only thing that was there was the electric bill. The check was never this late before. The past five months had brought the five hundred dollar cashier’s check in the last week of the month. This was the end of the second week of the month and the money was two weeks late. She looked at Dutch who was standing in the doorway of the barn with his arms folded and a pissed off look on his face. She was the cause of his attitude. She’d insisted on waiting for the mailman to deliver the mail. She shook her head and walked to the barn and shrugged her shoulder.

  “I don’t know what happened. The check isn’t here, so I guess we should go ahead and leave without it. I had hoped to have more money to leave with, but I don’t have much choice now.”

  He nodded and turned towards his black bike with the beautiful pin striping on the gas tank. The sound of the pipes echoed throughout the barn, and she stayed behind long enough to shut the door to the barn before straddling the span of the small seat behind Dutch. Her backpack was secured on the sissy bar, and she was grateful that the bike was equipped with the bar, otherwise she would be wearing the heavy pack for the entire trip.

  The men that had been ignorant enough to try their luck by beating up on a Breed biker were left with bindings around their legs made from camouflage duct tape. Dutch had been decent enough to roll them into the lean-to when it started to rain again. He had to shake his head at the dumb fuckers’ attempts to antagonize him further. Other than the fat lip and knocked out teeth on the little guy, and the black eye and broken wrist on the bigger man, they were in good shape.

  “I don’t have time to play patty cake with you cocksuckers. You ever get to Juanita, look me up and I’ll give you the ass whippin’ that you deserve.”

  Now they were finally headed away from the farm, and he would have been breathing a sigh of relief, if the damned road wasn’t so bad.

  They both got filthy from the mud of the road as Dutch navigated the ride through one mud hole after another. She didn’t laugh out loud at his creative use of every curse word that she’d ever heard before, and a few that she didn’t understand because he might not realize that he’d lapsed into another language, but she knew it wasn’t Spanish nor was it Creole. Maybe it was German or, she smiled slightly, Dutch, maybe he was swearing in Dutch.

  He almost laid it down when they finally got to the end of the dirt and hit pea sized gravel. The spinning tires in the mud hole finally caught enough traction to let him fight the bike back upright. The clouds threatened to open up and drown them again, and he wanted to be at least a hundred miles or more away from this place first. They could find shelter somewhere for the night. Even if they had to rent a room. He was too hungry and out of sorts to worry about tonight right this minute. He checked for traffic coming from either side and eased out onto the pavement. The road was pretty smooth, so he twisted Betty Lou‘s throttle and sat back for the ride. Kylie wasn’t the talkative type and he was grateful for the small mercy of silence. The noise of the bike didn’t count, that was just background music to him.

  He stopped at the only place that he found open to grab something to eat and fill up the gas tank. Kylie didn’t ask him to buy her food, and she handed him a ten while he filled up the bike. At least she wasn’t trying for a free ride like most of the women he knew, but they were only into the journey about fifty miles. There was a long haul ahead. He could afford to buy her food, gas money and, hell, just the wad of cash he had in his pocket could feed and house both of them for a month. It wasn’t that he was cheap. It was the character of his companion that would tell him more than any words that she might say. The proof would be in the doing.

  The stale sandwich that he ate from the deli at the station was gone in six bites, and he washed it down with a soda. Kylie hit the bathroom one last time before she got back on her perch and fastened her helmet. She still wasn’t talking much, but he figured that it was just a matter of time. He mounted up and they were on their way with the threat of the lightning in the distance. They could hear thunder over the pipes, but he wasn’t about to stop until he had to.

  It startled him when her hand pushed up in front of his lips with a round piece of candy and he dipped his head and took the treat from her fingers between his lips. It was a peanut covered in chocolate, and he wondered how she guessed that those were a favorite snack of his. She kept feeding him the bites for the next twenty miles. She handed him a bottle of water with the top twisted off, and he was happy that she didn’t try to feed the bottle to him. He tilted it up slightly without obstructing his view and handed it back to her while he held the bike with one hand for the few seconds it took. He figured that he could get used to this kind of treatment. If he was by himself, he’d have waited to eat again until he stopped for the night, but he could feel her shifting behind him, and knew that her ass was probably numb from the vibration of the bike.

  They made his hundred mile goal, and he pulled off of the highway when he saw a truck stop on the opposite side of the overpass. They stopped and walked the stiffness from their legs before heading inside to use the facilities and sit down long enough to eat a real meal. He watched as Kylie made her way through the tables and frowned when he noticed the men at the counter that were watching her walk past. She ignored them, but the shorter man looked toward the direction that she was headed and encountered Dutch’s narrowed eyes looking at him. The fucker looked away quickly, as Kylie sat down across from him.

  “I realize that you want to put as many miles behind us today as you can, but all of those frowns are going to give you wrinkles before your time. What pissed you off in the time it took me to wash my hands and walk back here?”

  He glanced towards where the men had been, but the seats were now vacant, so he shrugged and shook his head.

  “I’m fine, I wondered if you are okay after riding for a while now. I know it isn’t as comfortable as you might think to have a numb ass for hours at a time.”

  They shared a smile, and Kylie felt the void between them close a little bit. He just said that he was concerned about her wellbeing. Not in so many words, and maybe she was reading more into it than he meant, but until he proved otherwise, she chose to think he was showing courtesy
for her.

  She grinned wider as the waitress dropped the plates of food in front of them. “It has been a while since I had a numb butt, but the feeling came back pretty quick once I walked for a few minutes. I love riding. Maybe when I get settled I will be able to afford to buy a bike.” She shrugged and dug into the plate of hash browns and eggs. “Goodness, this tastes great.”

  Once they cleaned their plates, and were sipping on sweet tea, she asked where they would end up tonight.

  “I’m not sure yet, it depends on if the rain holds off long enough for us to drive out of the area, and whether or not the rain is heavy or just sprinkling. Don’t worry, if I didn’t drop the bike in that mud hole road of yours, I won’t lay it down on smooth pavement.”

  This time Kylie paid the check, and he left the tip. He declined to take another ten from her for gas money, but told her she could get it the next fill up, and they were back on the road. If this was the tone for the trip, he just might make it all the way without a major blow up.

  Once they were settled for the night, he planned to call ahead and make some inquiries about Billy. The entire story sounded fucked up to him, and he wanted to get as much information as he could find before bringing trouble inside the club.

  The rain held off until just before dark. They had pulled off of the highway and were filling up the tank again and deciding where to bunk down for the night. There was a chain restaurant across the street from the gas station, so that was where they chose to eat dinner while they decided if they should take a room closer to the highway, or try to ride further down the interstate. Traffic hadn’t been bad, but now that the rain was coming down, Kylie shrugged.

  “I’m good either way. If you want to ride through the rain and take our chances, I can handle it. I can help with the cost of a room, unless you want to get separate rooms, I will pay my way. I just figured we could get a double and save the cash in case it’s needed for something else.”

  Dutch nodded, “I’m easy with that. I can put the tarp over the bike, but it’s so damn wet now that it won’t matter much. Fuck it, let’s see if that place behind the station has a vacancy. At least it will be warm and dry. We can get showers and watch the weather report. It’s been almost a week since I’ve seen the news, so I can catch up.”

  The room that they were assigned was on the corner of the building and thankfully it faced the woods that the development companies were cutting down to build even more businesses. Dutch dropped his saddlebags off onto the bed closest to the door, before he turned to leave. “I’m going to check on the bike and tuck her in for the night.” He looked over his shoulder to where she stood watching him leave. “I need to make a few calls to see if anyone knows your brother. I’ll be gone long enough for you to take a shower or whatever you want to do, but when I get back, I call dibs on the hot water.” He waved his fingers in the air as he left the room.

  She didn’t want to repeat herself again to tell him that the patch had been different. He didn’t want to listen and she was too damned tired to worry about what he was doing on his own. She didn’t know if the clubs were friendly or hostile to each other, and right now, she could care less if truth be told. Beating herself up for believing all of the years that her brother had dropped her off to save her from a fate worse than death was the easy thing to toss out. Being a fool was hard to swallow, but continuing to believe everything she had been told was simply childish optimism.

  She pulled her backpack to the bed that she’d claimed, and found clean clothing. It was her regular nightshirt and boys’ boxers that she chose to sleep in. Most of the time back home, she slept in her underwear. They didn’t have a washer and dryer that worked for almost a year, and Naomi took her and Job’s clothes to her sister’s house to wash and dry, but Kylie ended up washing her own clothes by hand.

  Naomi’s sister was an uptight bitch with a real hatred for Kylie. That hatred stemmed from the day Denise and Naomi heard Kylie scream and came running. Denise’s drunk assed husband had her cornered in the garage and when the women came rushing in, he claimed that she promised him a blowjob if he gave her five dollars.

  No one believed him, but even knowing of her innocence, the woman refused to allow Kylie anywhere near their property.

  Knowing that they had a few days and nights of cohabitating made her happy that she had packed the extra clothes. It could potentially be seen as an invitation if she tried to slide into bed in the buff. Dutch had already warned her that he would proposition her. Although she was pretty sure that she would eventually allow him to think it was his idea and they would share a night or two of pleasure.

  The shower was wonderful and she spent a lot of time standing under the hot water as it sluiced down her back and thighs. Riding almost three hundred miles on the rigid framed bike had taken its toll on her lower back and legs for sure. She wasn’t about to complain, but knew that tomorrow would be uncomfortable.

  She dried off and pulled the t-shirt over her wet hair, and rewrapped the towel to absorb the water while she sat in bed watching a silly sit com. She leaned over the side of the bed and grabbed the snacks and a bottle of water for something to nibble on. The bag of chocolate peanuts she tossed on the other bed, and it landed on the pillow. That made her grin, but soon she was laughing at the silly shit three geek types were doing.

  She fell asleep before the end of the show and didn’t even move when Dutch came back from his task. He immediately noticed the bright package on his bed and looked over to the delicate looking girl slumped over sideways on the bed, with a pillow between her arms.

  He picked up his saddle bags and walked into the bathroom. He’d spoken to War, the Vice President of Lucifer’s Breed MC. As per orders from War and Race, the President, he would be bringing Kylie to the Mother Chapter headquarters, instead of Juanita.

  War had been interested in the mystery of Kylie. He yelled for YoYo to bring him a pen and paper. Dutch grimaced and held the phone away from his ear while War yelled for her to get her ass in gear with the paper. He wondered if YoYo had gotten her self-esteem back now that River was giving her a perfect example of a self-assured woman.

  “Did you say the last name was Williams?”

  Dutch told him, “No, Williard is the name that she gave me. She’s been living under the name Moon for over ten years now. This brother has an accent of some kind and she thought maybe he was Creole. Tall skinny brown hair and beard. Green bike. That’s it. Billy is the only name that she could remember and the cashiers’ checks had a squiggly line so that no one could make out a name or even a letter.”

  He hesitated for a few before War told him to bring her in.

  “I think I know what is going on here, and while you’re en route, I’ll have River see if she can come up with a name for your girl. I’ll keep it quiet, because if this Billy is around, he probably won’t recognize the girl, but her name has to ring a bell or two. Not to mention that she might recognize him and he can take off.

  “You do realize that the guy might actually be one of the Bastards? After all, how many brothers would wipe their asses on another club’s patch rather than wear it? To have a Breed desperate enough to play at being a Bastard must mean that the kid was too important to kill or leave for the state or relatives to take.”

  Dutch promised “I’ll bring her to Braxton Hills then. She seems like a nice girl, but there is something wild about her that I can’t put my finger on. I guess I will just have to watch her and hope I’m paranoid.”

  War laughed and commented, “I have one of those feelings in my gut about this. If all else fails, you can always fuck her into submission. The pass arounds miss you. Give her a little something to warm up to you and the trip will be easier. The woman has secrets that we might like to know.”

  It was Dutch’s turn to laugh. “Sure, you talk a big game, but that little woman of yours would have your nuts in a bag around her neck if she heard you say that. Even if you are talking to me, I’d
get the blame for being a bad influence. You’d be grounded from talking to me ever again. We both know that she seems to hate breathing the same air that I do.”

  War laughed but didn’t deny it. The whole club knew about the way that River had infiltrated the hearts of the President and his Vice. They acted like tough fuckers in front of the club, but everyone that lived at the winery knew who the boss of that ménage was, and she didn’t take any shit from either of them. His answer was to laugh at Dutch’s accuracy in predicting River’s reactions.

  Dutch had been enjoying YoYo’s cocksucking abilities one night while he slapped her naked ass. He never bothered to tell River that the woman doing her best to swallow his cock asked for the spanking. Hell, YoYo liked the sting of a sharp spanking to amp up her sexual excitement. He remembered the look of contempt that River had sent him. She still gave him that exact look whenever he was in her line of sight.

  “Give me an extra day to get the information on your girl. All of the restructuring we’ve been doing has turned any records we had before the fire into a big cluster fuck. As you can imagine a lot of info is now second hand memories and the accuracy is questionable. As for the Juanita connection, that’s not right, I was there at the time. Demon is still here, so I can put his ass to doing some research.”

  After promising to call with an update or to get instructions in two days, the men hung up.

  Dutch sighed and shook his head. War wasn’t a paranoid man. He’d been right when the brothers exchanged gunfire with the South American cartel that kept trying to gain a bigger foothold in the area. That had been the day that Roark bought it. It was also the day that two other brothers were shot, but not serious enough to cause much damage.