WOLF'S TEMPTATION- SONS OF SILENCE MC (Book 1)

On The Road

WOLF POV

    Still six hours from home, these 2 annoying assholes Prez sent with me want to stop for some beers and a motel. Yes, they are members and brothers but that doesn't make them any less of annoying assholes in my opinion. Maybe everyone is right and my head is wired differently. At least Ink is my friend. I can spend more than 5 minutes with him without wanting to kill him. Some of the rest make me want their blood. 

    I am sitting in a dark quiet corner of the bar, Ice walks over with a wannabe sweetbutt on her on his arm, "Are you okay? Sure you don't want to join in the fun? Her friend is pretty sexy too." Ice asks. The dumb bimbo giggles and taps his chest. I just glare in response, he knows I do go for those cheap sluts. I have only tried to get a blowjob once, from Daisy, and flipped out on her before I even finished. She disgusted  me with all of her fake moaning shit. As he gets ready to walk away, his and my phones ding indicating a text message. Church at noon and Daisy banned don't let her back with you. Figured that was coming soon, she had set her sights on the Prez lately. She was delusional enough do you that he would leave Sheila for her. 

   "Ice, you and the others better finish with your sluts early. We have to leave at first light." I state. His slut of the night shrieks and calls me an asshole. Oh well, if the bitch only knew she would keep her trap shut. I don't hate women in particular, I just don't like anyone really. I could snap her neck like a toothpick if she had slapped me like she tried to do. Ice pulled her away. As I polish off my beer and stand to leave, Ice walks back over. "Damn brother, did you have to say that in front of her?" " I spoke the truth." I deadpan. "Yeah, but after you pissed her off, I was lucky to get a blowjob in the bathroom," he complained. I shrug. I could care less if he got his dick wet or not. Ice waves the other two over so we can head out to the motel. Just before midnight, we are checked in and I am laying down waiting for the nightmares to come.

    They are yelling at Dave in Arabic, questioning him between cuts and hits. I can't make out or understand what they are saying. I can see them torturing him though. Dave is one of my few friends from my fucked up childhood and it is hard watching them slice parts off him. With a final scream for today from Dave he passes out.

      They come into my cell and start yelling questions at me in Arabic too. I tell them I don't understand. They stab me in the thigh. I won't scream for them after 30 days of this shit. I spit on his face. He hits me repeatedly in the face. I laugh at his efforts. Just as they start yelling questions again, we hear machine guns firing. 

    They run out of my cell. Soon I hear Americans and Arabic coming closer. The Seals are here to get us out. They take out the three trying to get in our cells to end us. A couple of the guys grab each of us. As we are heading out of the cave compound. The one we didn't see, machetes Dave in the stomach disemboweling him in front of me. I  had quit crying and screaming for these assholes torturing us, but cry and scream like a baby while trying to hold my best friend's bowels in his body. "Sorry," Dave says as he takes his last breath.

     I wake up with a small scream and cold sweats like every morning. Looking at the alarm on the nightstand and seeing it's 4:30 am. I pick up my cell and call Ice until he answers. " What fucker?" he answers. "Get you and the other assholes up and ready, we leave in 15 minutes," I say then hang up. Too early to listen to bitching and whining. I get up and put on my discarded pants and shirt off the floor. Get my kutte off the chair where I placed it neatly last night, putting it on. I walk up to the lobby and hand in my key to the fat smelly slob behind the desk. As I am walking out the door, I hear the other three coming to the lobby bitching about it being too early. I just snicker and go get on my Harley. I light a smoke waiting on them to walk out. As I flick away my cigarette butt, they walk out. "Are you pussies ready?" I yell. " Fuck you, Wolf," they say. I start up my bike and reply with "You three are not my type."

      We pull into the clubhouse about 15 minutes before noon. Prez greets us and says " Wolf, come with me to the office." Prez's two sons are my other two best friends. They are the only ones I can stand spending time with, other than Ink and Dave from childhood. We all grew up together and with the MC. The four of us all have family, as club members. " How did it go? Any issues or trouble from other MCs?" he asks. "It went fine. No issues with the pickup or drop-off. I could have gone alone." He cuts me off right there before I could complain more. " Since The Cobras MC attacked just last week no one goes alone yet," he growls. I just frown and nod. He knows I prefer to be alone. "That's not all I called you in here for," he takes a breath and sighs.

     I can tell he is trying to figure out how to tell me something. I just wait for him to continue. "We have a new woman around here," he states. " I don't care about sweetbutts. You know that," I interrupt. "She's not a sweetbutt. She has been through a lot and is on the run. We are going to vote to protect her in church. She is Sheila's friend and she wants us to help. You will be nice to her." he aggressively tells me. I nod in understanding. I think just fucking great, another hang-around to whine and protect from her own issues. Probably pissed off someone and ran like a bitch for someone else to solve her problems. I will just avoid her as much as possible. Prez pats my shoulder and says church, getting me out of my own head.

       We walk into the room and grab our seats at the table. Prez calls the meeting to order. "The run went great, still nobody rides alone," Prez informs us. " As some of you have heard, my wife found a woman on the run in a broken-down car yesterday. She wants us to help her and to protect her. Tech, tell us what you found out about Ivy for us," Prez demands. "Well her name is Ivy Jade Stephens, she was born October 31, 1999, in Miami, Florida. Her mom died under mysterious circumstances when she was 5. Her dad died when she was 16 in a car crash. She was taken in by a friend's family until she was 18. She went to college with a double major in business management and art, graduating early and with honors. A year ago, there was an engagement announcement in the local paper for her and Detective Dean Morris. She has had 10 hospital visits in the last 2 years with suspected domestic violence. No charges were filed. She was left a large amount of family money in a trust she can't touch till she is 25. A smaller one she got at 21. She got 1.5 million at 21 and nearly 20 million more when she hits 25. Seems like both her mother and father come from old South money. No living relatives. Also, 3 out of 5 of her known college and high school friends have disappeared, in the last week. The other two live out of the country," he tells us. A lot of murmurs of shits and fucks can be heard from around the table.

      I am mentally cursing myself for thinking she brought it on herself. "Fuck this girl has had a rough road. So, now, do we agree to protect her and help however we can?" Prez asks. "Aye '' for everyone around the table. "Okay, that's settled. It sounds like the ex planned to marry, abuse, then kill her after she turned 25. Tech, find out everything about Detective Dean Morris and his partner. My wife said he had something to do with it too. As soon as you have it let me know and we will have church again to see how to handle them if they manage to find her here." Prez says. "Church over."