Raze Hell

Chapter 1

The chains gripped my arms too tight. The handcuffs ripping into my skin as the guards pulled me out of my cell. They found sick enjoyment in tripping my legs from under me and shoving enough to bruise. I lost my balance, tipping slightly, but I caught myself from falling. My slight tumble, however, felled one of the guards who gripped my forearm like a vice and toppled him to his knees. I would have done something worse to them if it wasn't for the chains around my hands and ankles. I couldn't wait to smash their faces into the gates when I was finished here. And if my meeting went the way I planned, I was going to make a speedy exit in less than a month. That's what the boys had promised me anyway. That's what they had said when they sent the new club lawyer onto my case. The guard to the left shoved me into the prison walls, and I growled, throwing my shoulder into his chest and slamming my head into his nose. he spluttered and collapsed, alternating from holding his bloody nose and stomach in pain. The headbutt had split my eyebrow, but I grinned as the blood dripped down my face. The other guard pulled me away, hitting their baton against my back and cursing. It didn't hurt, and my smile grew even wider as two other guards, who were on the payroll, came up to relieve the one who held my arm. "Raze, come on, your getting out in a month; don't let them make it any longer," the guard said. I pulled myself together; fixing up my orange jumpsuit, I set the pace to the interview rooms. It was a long walk, the sounds of my brothers howling from the cells down the hall. The racket drew the attention of the other guards, and the shouts for silence drew more of my men out of the shadows. The howls grew louder, and my grin got wider as I watched the city guards skitter and move faster in fear. There was a reason the hounds were so feared, and it wasn't our manners. The guards pulled open the door of the interview room, relieved to get me away from the sight of my men. I was pulled in and thrown in the chair, my neck hitting the chair at a sharp angle and bruising my windpipe. I was angry now.I slumped in the chair, hands clasped on the table in front of me. Twisting my neck to ease the tension, I heard the cracks of my bones and joints ricocheted off the walls around. The sound of the guards swallowing sharply followed shortly, and the grin that had been on my face beforehand only got darker.We had waited for 10, no 15 minutes, in this room. Waiting for the club lawyer to finally grace us with their presence. My patience was running thin. " you know," I started, " you might as well just take me back to the cell; at least they have toilets". I heard the scoff before I heard the door open. The short person turned to close the door before I got a chance to look at the face. They turned, and her eyes caught mine as she sat in the chair. With a hand, she waved off the guards, and they left the room. I could see them on the other side of the glass door, but their obedience of this 5-foot girl had me once again smirking. The look in her eyes, however, brought the distrust that constantly lay below the surface of my emotions into the forefront. I didn't know this girl, and she wasn't one of the old ones."Hello Neo, You're looking well," her melodic voice rang out. A light smile bright on her face, and her dark brown eyes scanned me, from the tattoos on my face and neck down the rolled-up sleeves of my orange suit and the cuffs around my hands. It was unnerving to see a woman after such a long time in a testosterone-filled prison. I didn't like her familiarity with me, and I didn't like the ease with which she held herself around me. She should have known to fear me. she would have known my road name after being assigned my case. I grunted in response, cracking my knuckles and leaning back into my chair. I could tell she was getting impatient, her aggravation easy to read on her face. She had no control over how she displayed her emotions were, and I instantly took this to calm my own aggravation. If she was easy to read, she was easy to control. 'Well,' she started, shuffling the files she placed onto the table. Her red nails clinked on the table as she prepared for the interview. ' i have been assigned your case, and if it all goes well and you keep your end of the deal, I can get you out in two weeks.' two weeks, that was better than the month, and after four years in this shithole I was ready to leap out of here as fast as I could. ' the conditions are simple, I will work my end and get this shit finished so we both can be done, I want my paycheck, and you want your freedom.' her dark eyes zeroed in on my soul, and my mind lapsed into the deep. It had been years since I had a girl underneath me and staring into my eyes. And her dark ones that left all her thoughts and opinions on display would be the most interesting thing to watch as I rode her. At that moment, I was hoping to cause just a little mischief just so I could envision all of these thoughts, watching her push her long hair to the side and fix her blouse up from revealing even more of her bursting breasts, escaping from her shirt. it wasn't great to think this about your lawyer, but it made for an interesting meeting. ' all you have to do is play the part of a nice, good boy while you're still in, keep your boys in check and your temper in control and your all good to go Neo.' I leaned further towards her and noticed her eyes watch my arms as I moved. I couldn't let the grin from escaping,'Yeah' i can do that,' i drawled out, licking my lips. I rolled my neck, let my hair fall onto my face before asking her,' what are the other conditions once I get out?' she leaned forward and rolled her neck, mimicking my movements. Then using a pen, she slipped from the folder; she swirled her hair before pinning it up with the pen. the movements graceful and delicate'um,' she bit her red lips, a grin dripping onto her face. ' all you gotta do is be a good boy for a month' her hands shuffled the papers nervously before continuing. ' and dont mention my name to anyone.' this piqued my interest. The good little lawyer was going to let free a known and dangerous criminal and part of one of the most dangerous motorcycle gangs in the northern hemisphere known as the Hounds. You could say I was interested. 'Well then, miss..' i waited for her to fill in'Reed'' Well then, miss Reed, I await our next meeting. I have a feeling we will become such close friends' she started to get up, packing away the files and turning towards the door. I watched her curves move and sway. The tight pencil skirt she wore showcasing caramel skin through the slit up the back. Her movements were like silk, and I knew her skin would feel the same. She turned towards me, nodding her head before leaving. She bit her lip as I caught her eyes and gave a wink. The door slammed after her, and I watched her shadow leave through the frosted glass walls. I knew that walk, and those lips would be on my mind tonight. I felt myself being pulled up from the chair. I could hear the thuds of my sneakers and the boots of the guards on the concrete floor. My body went into autopilot; a grin permanently smeared on my face but my mind on those caramel legs in black heels. A white blouse barely grasping at the buttons, fighting against a bust too big for such a small waist. Those red lips contrast the black of her eyes and hair. I felt the cold of the steel on my face as the guards pulled me to the walls of my cell, the cuffs on my hands removed, and I flexed my wrists lightly. Watching the red returning to the white skin in my hands. The blood balancing the paleness of my skin back to its original tanned state. The black of the tattoos that covered my entire body left a contrast to the clarity of my face. I got myself comfortable, memories of that woman in my head as I relaxed in my cell. A book in my hand and my dick in the other as I fixed the itch that had needed to be scratched ever since I had seen her walk into that office. I finished washing my hands and cleaning myself up before sitting in the chair at my desk and pulling out the deck of cards. I pushed my hair back before a knock came from the cell door. I got up, placing my hands in the holes of the door and felt the click of the cuffs returning to my wrists. I moved back as they opened the door and guided me to the courtyard. The courtyard was big, expanding over an acre or two with a basketball court and outdoor gym. The cuffs were removed, and I walked towards the rest of my brothers. Someone at the back of the group released a howl, and I grinned as the attention was drawn onto me. ' how'd it go, brother, when you relieving us from your godforsaken presence' Saint started up next to me, a big hand comfortingly slapping my back. I turned to Rip, giving him a healthy shove before smirking back at Saint.'two weeks, boys, how are you going to deal when I'm out and walking free' i chuckled, looking at the gobsmacked faces around me. After one meeting with a lawyer to now being released was unheard of.'damn raze whose dicks you had to suck to get out so fast you gotta tell me, I'm so sick of this fucking place', Nails taunted, and I shrugged. 'It sure as hell wasn't a dick I sucked', I shoved Nails before continuing, ' must just be my charm,' i walked towards the outdoor gym, loosening my arms as I made my way towards the other side of the prison courtyard. The brothers followed loosely behind. Our movement brought fear to our prison mates and sent them scampering away. I alternated the weight of the machine, kicking it up a notch before sitting and beginning my workout. I couldn't wait to escape this place and be back riding. On my bike or a girl, I didn't care as long as in 2 weeks I was riding something. Hopefully, a girl on a bike.