Hell Hounds {REVISING}

My old lady

Whiskey Echo

       I wake up to Reaper still laying on me. I slowly try to lift his head off of me without waking him up. He let's out a chuckle, his morning voice deep and husky. "You could've just told me if you didn't want to be around me." He says, lifting his head up to look at me.
      "S not the issue. Just needed to get up and you were in my way." He rolls off of me and lays on his back looking up at the ceiling. "There. Better?" He asks while rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I grab a set of clothes to change into. "Very." I say with a smile and walk into the bathroom to change.
     I walk back into the living room and he's pulling a shirt over his head. "Ready to get back to your club whore?" I ask, and he rolls his eyes. "She's not mine, much regretted one night stand though I'm afraid. My offer still stands for you to be my old lady though and maybe she'll get it through her dense head to fuck off." He says with a grin on his face.
I don't want to take that offer. It's not like Shane isn't hot, cause gods know he is. I don't want to be seen as someone else's property. I mean he's decently attractive, more so than the other guys at the club. His arms and chest are outlined with a multitude of tattoo, messy jet black hair that falls around his face and makes his features pop, and his eyes. Those blue eyes. He really is "hot". I just don't know how I feel about that old lady shit.
I've known Shane forever, and know that he wouldn't take asking me lightly, even if he makes it seem like a joke. I don't know what he sees in me, or why he'd want me as his old lady. I don't want to risk ruining anything we've got going cause it's so great already. I've promised myself that I'd never be considered someone else's property, not take a mans last name or let him own me.
      I throw his T-shirt at his face and grab my cut my cut, zipping it up. "Are we getting breakfast or just heading out?" I ask him.
       "Whatever you want Rhea. You need to call Joker back though, make sure he didn't burn down the place." He tells me and a shiver runs up my spine.
He never says my actual name.
"Yeah I'll call him now." I say and pick up the motel phone to dial the clubhouse. "Yo what up?" Bullet asks. "Hey Bullet, let me talk to Joker". I tell her and hear movement on the other line.
"You guys headin back?" Joker says. Joker went by that nickname cause he's psychotic as fuck and could change his mood from happy and smiling to murderous lunatic at the drop of a cut. Apparently Shane thinks that psychopaths are a great choice for a Vice Prez.
Though I guess none of us are that sane or we wouldn't be in a MC.
"Yea we should be back about lunch time." I say, watching Shane pack up his shit. "Yea yea see you guys then." Joker says and the line drops. I set the phone back down on the table and grab my duffle.  We drop the key off at the office for the room and walk out to our bikes. I throw my duffle into the saddle bag on my Harley and grab my helmet.
Quickly sliding it on, I pull up the bike from the stand and straddle it. "Nice straddling- I've got something else you could do to that later." Shane says with a laugh and I roll my eyes. What a dumbass.
He hops on his bike."Let's ride bitch." I tell him and feel the throttle drive the bike forward as I race out of the parking lot and out onto the highway.
I hear his bike catching up, so I speed up and swerve in and out between cars trying to get ahead of him."Catch me if you can Shane." I yell though our mics and we drive. Back into North Carolina. Back to Statesville. Back to our clubhouse.
After a few hours of playful banter and driving, we pull into the front yard of the club house and park our bikes with the rest. I yawn as we walk inside. A few guys are at the bar getting drunk and some are no where to be seen, probably with a whore in their rooms.
I walk back to my room and Joker's getting laid on my bed. "What the fuck's going on in here?!?" I yell at him through the moans of Cherry, one of the club whores who wanted more than anything to be an old lady."Wha are yu doin in meh rum?" He says,  drunk off his ass.
"Get the fuck out of my room you drunk dipshit." I turn to leave but pause "and you're buying me new sheets." I walk out of my room and to Reaper. "Can I sleep in your room for the night? Joker owes me new sheets." Reaper chuckles and nods. "You could sleep in it every night if you agree to be my old lady." He says with a smirk. I just roll my eyes.
I grab a beer from Bullet and sit at the bar. "Everything still intact? Nothing burn down?" I ask bullet and she laughs. "Everything's still good here." She says with a smile. "What's up with you and Reaper though? Thought you didn't want to be tied down?" She asks, while wiping out a glass behind the bar. I take a long drink of my beer. "Nothing. He helped me after I got shot and we slept in a bed together but that's the extent of our relationship." I say.
"You got fucking shot?" She says, shocked. "I'm fine. Just a graze." I say, moving the neckline of my shirt to show my patched shoulder. "Im calling Bruce to come look at it." She says and grabs the phone at the bar. "Cmon Bullet. Don't do that shit. I thought we're chill. Don't rat me out to Bruce." I complain. She just rolls her eyes and dials the number.
"Doesn't matter how tough you are, you still need to be taken care of." I finish the beer and yawn. "Let me know when he gets here then. Im going to take a nap." I motion towards the rooms. She nods and I jump off the bar stool and walk to Shane's room.
I collapse on the bed and stare at the ceiling. Should I be his old lady? I owe it to myself to be happy right? I remember having the hots for him when we first met, but I didn't ever think he'd ever like me like that. I don't know what to do.
Thoughts swirl in my mind as I drift to sleep in his warm bed.

Reaper Blood

I sigh. "Wassup bossman?" My VP Joker asks me, stumbling slightly. "Did you fuck in Whiskey's bed?" I ask him with a look of disgust on my face. "I don't know what you're talking about." He says, slurring his speech. I roll my eyes. "I don't know why I bother."  I take a sip of my beer that Bullet so kindly gave me.
"Fuck off Cherry." My VP says and I look up. Cherry, one of the club whores was walking over to me strutting her hips like she usually did. "God you can't be happy with just one man in the span of 30 minutes can you?" Joker asked, seemingly more sober.
"What do you want." I asked her my voice low. I don't want to deal with her bullshit today. She looked surprised by my tone. "I thought I could.. ease your troubles." She whispers the last bit in my ear, with her hand against my chest. I grab her wrist and drop her hand off of me. "Don't touch me."
"That's not what you usually say." She murmurs with a laugh. "Go whore yourself out to someone else." I say and take another drink from my beer. She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "We haven't had any fun since Whiskey was in the hospital." She pouts and says Rhea's name with a venom-laced voice.
I finish the last of my beer and toss the glass in the garbage. I stand up and push my bar stool back under the counter. "Thanks for the beer Bullet." I say giving her a smile. "Hey I called Bruce for Rhea after she told me about getting shot with you." She says, catching me before I walked away. "Thanks, I think it just grazed her, but better to be safe than sorry." She says and I give her a slight nod of appreciation, then walk towards my room.
I feel a small hand on my back. "Baby.. why don't we have some fun." Cherry says and I turn around, pinning her against the wall.
"Keep your fucking hands off me. Got it?" I say, almost yelling at this point. Her brown eyes were wide and she looks at me with hatred in her eyes. I let her go and walk into my room, locking the door behind me.
I look over at my bed and Rhea is sleeping. She looks so goddamn peaceful. I sigh. She looks so innocent like that. I lay next to her and just watch her. The slow rise and fall of her chest, the look of pure gorgeousness, her slightly-parted lips and her dark eyelashes contrast against her light skin. I lightly kiss her. I give her so much shit about being my old lady, but nothing would make me happier. I've been in love with her for years and she's still here. She's stuck with me through thick and thin. My thoughts are cut short as a curt knock rings from the door.
          I sigh and get up. Rhea groans and rolls over. I open the door to see Bruce standing there with a shoulder-slung medical bag. "She's on the bed." I turn from the door and motion towards her sleeping silhouette. I walk over to her and wake her up carefully.
          She sits up and after her eyes adjust to the light in the room, she sighs. "Goddamn it. I told Bullet not to call you Bruce." She says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Nice to see you too sis." He sets the bag on the bed and starts his checkup. I don't care enough to stick around so I step out of the room to go get something stronger to drink.
"Who wants pizza?" I yell out. Most of the members were back from their ventures by now. A few "yeahs" echo through the room and I sit at the bar, then tell Bullet to order some cheeses and pepperonis. Rhea comes out a few minutes later, followed by Bruce.
         He steps over to me. "What the fuck happened to her?" He says in a low voice. "Some cops up near Virginia." He sighs. "Let me know if anything else happens to her. I gave her some pain meds. Make sure she's taking them." I nod.
    An hour later, the pizza guy makes an appearance with a carload of pizza. Ace helps him carry some in and I pay and tip him well. After settting the pizza out on the bar I sit down on the couch and flip to a football game.
      I block it out as Rhea sits down with me and says something in a low voice to me which would change my life forever.

"I'll give us a chance."