Climbing off my bike, I head inside. Time to get this over with so I can drink, relax, and maybe find a piece of ass for the night. That is if I don’t convince Boss into spending some quality time with me.
Scanning the room as I lift my sunglasses on top of my head, I spot the woman herself sitting near the back in a secluded booth. Taking my time to get to Boss, I stop at the bar and order a beer, asking the bartender to start a tab for me.
Finally with beer in hand, I make my way to her booth, sitting across from her. “Well, I shouldn’t be surprised you got here early. How about we get to it? Tell me what the hell you need an alliance with the DRMC for.” I grunt.
Boss doesn’t reply at first. Instead, she picks up the short glass of what I believe to be bourbon and takes a heavy sip before placing it back on the table before her. “You’re just as ignorant as the last time I saw you, spitting out orders like I’m one of your minions.”
“Not one of my minions, Sugar. More like one of the whores at my club who listen when I snap my fingers.” I chuckle.
I sense her body stiffen and see her eyes grow dark. What I’ve said surely pisses her off, but that’s what I wanted, to irritate the living hell outta her. Boss clenches her jaw. “You know, I don’t have to sit here and listen to your bullshit. No matter what you think, Stoney, I’m not one of your whores. I’m the Prez of the Iron Vex MC and I demand the same respect you give Reed from the SRMC, or Zane from the Reapers. I’m not below them, like you seem to think. Or you, for that matter. Fuck, I came here because we’re having issues with a cult and your club has experience. I thought . . .” Boss slides out from her side of the booth and stands up, diverting her gaze for a moment before she returns her eyes to mine. “You know what, forget it. It was pointless for me to come here.”
“Sit the fuck down, Boss. The only reason Reed and Zane have my respect is because they fuckin’ earned it. You haven’t yet. I don’t trust other clubs, even those I see as allies until they prove it. When you can do that then I might see you as an equal, however until then you’re still just a woman to me. Now tell me about this cult,” I say, clenching my fist on the table. Why women have to be so damn emotional about shit is beyond me.
Before I realize what’s happening, Boss has picked up the pint of beer in front of me and is pouring it over my head. “Seemed you needed to be cooled off. Let me remind you, I’m not a bitch you can talk to this way. If I had a cock, you wouldn’t dare treat me the way you always do. It seriously makes me wonder why I even thought to have this meeting with you. You won’t change, will you, Stoney? Fuck, you’re old as dirt.”
“Old as dirt? Think again, Sugar. I may be in my forties, but that doesn’t mean this cock doesn’t work better than those pussies up in New York. Remember, the South is known for being better at everything. Including fucking.” Grinning, I grab a napkin off the table and wipe my face off. The bitch definitely has some balls on her.
Immediately, I can tell she’s even angrier than before, but fuck if I don’t like the way she balls up her fist at her side and clenches that jaw of hers. “If you’re going to keep acting like an ass, I’ll leave. I can find another club to run recon with when it comes to this issue. You aren’t my only option, so don’t get shit twisted. Fuck, maybe I’ll just sideswipe you and go straight to the horse’s mouth. Your son’s club is the one with all the experience too, isn’t it? I don’t fuckin’ need you, Stoney.”
“Be my guest if that’s what you want to do. Won’t bother me one bit. But, it will take you longer than I’m sure you have to get them on board. They’re pretty busy dealing with their own shit right now. Besides, I’m already here. If you want the club’s help, then start talking. Plus, you don’t strike me as the type of woman who enjoys wasting her time.”
Boss stands in front of me for a moment before she plants that perfectly toned ass of hers back in the seat across from me. “I don’t fucking like you, Scott ‘Stoney’ Dane.” Ah, so Sugar did her research. “But I’m not going to waste any more time, especially when there are innocent women’s lives at stake. The Iron Vex dealt with a cult over a year ago. At first, we thought we cut the head off the entire operation, but things have been happening lately where the same MO is being followed. It leads us to believe that they’re still active, and we’ve heard reports of unmarried women being taken, and found dead. Every single time they’re found in the water, with markings on them. They kill them in the water because they believe it will purify them, wiping away all of their filth.”
“So, let me get this straight. This cult you’re up against is taking women, thinkin’ of them as sinners who need to be washed of their sins? What the fuck is with men who feel the need to treat women to horrible deaths like that? Shit, Emerson went through hell because of the satanic cult they’ve been dealing with. Even Ally, who according to my brothers, barely leaves her room at the clubhouse unless it’s to go to Devil’s Ink. Now, there’s somethin’ I gotta ask you, Boss,” I growl, sitting forward. I may be an asshole toward women, but that doesn’t mean I want to see any of them killed by fuckers who think it’s okay. All because something in their twisted little heads deems it right.
“Shoot,” she responds.
“Is this the same cult that’s rumored to have killed your dad?” Boss’ father Rage was arguably the most sinister biker in all of American history. He raped, killed, and kidnapped quicker than you could say ‘boom’. Sometimes I forget she’s his flesh and blood. Probably where her hardassness comes from.
Boss shifts her eyes to the table for a moment. Obviously, me bringing up her dad isn’t easy for her. She nods once, “Yes, my father died at the hands of this cult, saving one of our own. I’ll be as transparent as I can with you, Stoney. He came to me and confessed he knew the leader of the cult, because the leader was his father. You know one of my girls, Gold, that Emerson’s fond of? She slit my grandfather’s throat, and at the time, we thought it was all over . . . but obviously it isn’t. There are many branches of this cult and I don’t know who, or how, but I do know why. I’m hoping your club will help us eradicate this vermin and the message they’re so intent on spreading. My thought is they’re targeting the southern States because of the older values most citizens have.”
Rubbing my hand over my face, I contemplate the information Boss has just given me. From what Nerd relayed to me about the missing women, we have a big problem. I’m not dumb enough to believe this shit is a coincidence. “Alright, we’ll help you. Seems your cult might be in my own backyard and if we’re lucky, we can finish this quickly.”
Boss extends her hand, offering it to me to shake, and I do. “Thank you, I appreciate it.”
“No problem. Mind if I buy you a drink, Sugar?”
Boss gives me a cautionary glance. “I don’t know if I should let you buy me a drink.”
“What’s the worst that could happen? If it makes you feel better, consider it an apology for earlier.”
Chapter Four