Blood Demons MC - Viper's Revenge

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Viper put the last wrench in the toolbox and closed the lid. He was exhausted and needed a drink. The last two days were crazy busy.

Before the sun even rose, he was in the office working on paperwork. He had discovered that if he came in early, he could get more completed before the phone started ringing. After he finished the most important paperwork, he would head over to shop and help finish up the bike order, which needed to be completed by the end of the week. On top of all that, they had a gun shipment coming in on Saturday and they needed to deliver it to their buyers at the Tonto National Forest at midnight. They would have to hump it to get to the park in time, but the new addition to the shop would be paid for in full with it. And just maybe this would be the last time they would have to run guns. If so, this would be the final illegal business the Blood Demons would ever have to perform again.

"It was a good day, Viper," Slammer said, wiping the grease off his hands. "We are going to make the deadline, unless something major fucks up."

"Yeah," Viper replied. "I should go back to the office and work on paperwork, but I need food, drink, and pussy, in that order."

"If I was in your position, I would rethink that order," Slammer laughed, slapping his brother on the back. He hated it was his fault that Viper was working so hard.

~*~

Ten years ago, when he had been framed for a murder which he didn't commit. A dirty cop had it in for the club and specifically his father, Dagger, who had been the Road Captain for Viper's dad. The cop planted evidence at the scene, which pointed the murder to Slammer. Well, he wasn't called Slammer just yet. Before he had been convicted and thrown in prison, his road name was Joker.

Viper and his fellow brothers never stopped trying to figure out who had committed the crime. After the conviction, the first thing they did was fire their club attorney. As time passed by, it seemed all was lost. Then Esme walked into the clubhouse and stated she was taking over the case. Esme had grown up in the clubhouse, with her father being Marcus, Anvil's VP and current advisor to the club. She spent countless hours going over the case until she found a surveillance video which showed who the murderer truly was, the dirty cop's brother. The judge exonerated Joker with a sincere apology from the courts. Esme's work wasn't done. She was already planning to sue the city and state for false imprisonment. It took years, but Joker finally got the millions he deserved.

When Joker walked out of the prison gates, it was to find his brother waiting for him with a smile and his leather cut in his hands. Once they got back to the clubhouse, he found all of his brothers were holding a renaming party for him. He left for prison as Joker, but returned to the clubhouse as Slammer. The music was loud, booze was flowing, and the succubi were plentiful. Each one instructed to be available to Slammer's needs.

It had been two years and six months since he had his cock in a hot, wet pussy. At one point, he had three women hanging around him wearing little or nothing, and he was about to stand to take them to his room when the door opened. He looked up and his world changed. She was short with dark hair which touched her shoulders. His cock came to life when he saw what she was wearing. It was a black leather jacket over a sheer bra, her nipples showing. Looking lower, he saw the tiniest pair of leather shorts and thigh high leather boots. He had never seen her here before, and he needed to know who she was. Slammer stood, dropping the succubi who had been sitting on his lap on the floor. Stepping over them, he headed towards Viper to see if he knew who the woman was.

"Brother, I would have thought you would be balls deep in a pussy right now," Viper said, slapping his hand on Slammer's back.

"Me too, but do you know who that is over by the bar?"