UNDER REVISION - Road Rage, Dark Shadows MC (Book 1)

I Missed It - Ash

Ash

The clubhouse is quiet, which isn't a shock considering it's only midmorning. Ice took his bike to the shop so it's just me and Fury walking into the bar. I search the space just in case Trace is out here–and not holed up in his lair–and instead I get an eyeful of Brittany's big tits, her bra and top pulled down to sit below them. She's straddling Spike on the couch in the corner, her blonde hair swinging against her back as she writhes her hips against his. His face is buried in her chest while she moans like a pornstar.

"Fucking hell," I mutter and Fury coughs out a laugh. "Spike!" His head jerks up at my yell, his eyes glazed and red. The fucker still looks drunk from last night and my doubts about his place in our club grow. "It's eleven in the fucking morning, asshole. Take your goddamn sex show somewhere else."

Brittany looks over at us, her eyes hot and her tongue slicking over glossy lips. She doesn't stop grinding against Spike when she gives me a fake pout. "Oh, Ash, are you feeling left out?" she coos and I stare back at her balefully. Unfazed, she keeps going, "You can join us, you know..." she runs a hand down her body, plumping up her own tits like an offering before she starts rolling her nipples between her fingers. "I know how to take care of a man, unlike some other women. You want one with experience, not some skinny shrinking violet who's scared of a cock." She winks before giving a casual shrug, her eyes wide and innocent.

This fucking bitch. Interesting that she seems to know about Silver, though, especially when I'd kept that shit on the down-low from the club. Alarms blare through my head, even as I keep my expression the same.

"I guess you've already forgotten what I told you the last time you tried to come onto me." She freezes as my words sink in, suddenly looking a little paler and unsure as she averts her gaze from mine. "Spike," I snap out again, my voice harsh even to my own ears, "take your trash to your own goddamn room."

Jerking into motion, he shoves Brittany off his lap, sending her tumbling to the floor with a screech. Her skirt flies up around her hips, flashing everything she's got for sale and I feel my lips twitch into a smirk. Spike stands up on unsteady legs, his long, slow blinks making me wonder if he's got something a bit harder in his system than booze... his dick isn't flagging through any of this, which is disturbing as fuck.

"Fury?"

"I see it, man." My SAA hums thoughtfully. "Interesting development."

"Isn't it, just."

The Dark Shadows weren't good guys, we weren't under any illusions about that. We'd had our fingers in lots of different pies, ones that would've ended with many brothers getting twenty-five to life if they'd been caught by the cops–who'd tried their fucking hardest to make that happen. We'd been drug mules for the cartel for longer than I'd like to admit, thanks to Pops, but using is where I draw the line. I don't tolerate that in my club, not with all the bad shit that inevitably came with it.

Before I can make a decision either way with what I want to do, Spike grabs Brittany's arm and yanks her off the ground. She yowls like a cat, scratching at his wrist until he lets her go, his expression dazed. "Spike, you asshole!" Her voice is shrewish and she's gripping her arm like it's broken. She's definitely going to have bruises later but I roll my eyes, knowing she's had it plenty harder just during sex.

Shaking my head, I turn and head around behind the bar to grab a bottled water, handing one to Fury before taking one for myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Spike and Brittany disappear down the hallway and she's struggling under his weight as he leans on her, his feet stumbling.

When they're gone, I point my bottle in their direction, "That's a problem."

"But who's the problem? Her or him?"