“Why is that?” Switchblade laughed.
“What can I say? Chicks dig me.” I leaned back in my chair and smiled proudly.
Scythe shook his head. “Well, if we’re going to do this, we need to do it now. Why don’t you go find Cipher and get him in here? I need his tech skills right now. I’ll go grab Guerrilla, Ice, and Obi, we’ll meet in the war room, and get a plan going.”
“Alright,” I answered, standing up.
This was the first time since joining the club that I actually wanted to keep my mouth shut. I could’ve called Filly and went to that club on my own, but with Faith in trouble it was going to take me and all of my brothers to get her out alive.
I didn’t even bother knocking on Cipher’s door. This was urgent club business and whatever he was doing would have to wait. I opened the door fast and shut it even quicker when I caught a glimpse of Cipher’s naked ass pounding the shit out of some chick on his bed.
They didn’t notice me and after I counted to ten; I opened the door again, this time clearing my throat.
“Prez, wants you.”
Cipher looked up sheepishly as the woman he was fucking lifted her head out of the pillow that was muffling her screams.
Daisy.
It was against club rules for members to fuck other member’s Old Ladies; Cipher knew that. So why the fuck was he screwing Daisy on his bed?
“Hey, Prospect, wanna join in on the fun?” Daisy asked, looking at me seductively.
“That’s not funny, Daisy. Knock that shit off,” Cipher growled. Slapping her hard on the ass.
She squealed in delight. “I’m just kidding, baby. You know I only have eyes for you.”
Cipher pulled out of her and she rolled over, her perfectly shaved pussy and tits on full display. I tried not to look at her, but I couldn’t help myself. She was a beautiful woman who had no problem with guys staring at her. My eyes roved over her body and stopped when it reached the pretty Daisy near her crotch, a pretty Daisy with a sinister cobra wrapped around it.
Dusty.
Fuck! I can’t believe that Daisy had been Dusty this whole time. I thought because of the Daisy tattoo that there was no way it could be her, but there it was, the cobra Filly warned me about, mouth open, on the curve of her mound like it was biting the shit out of her pussy; it’s tail wrapped around the pretty Daisy tattoo that peeked out over her jeans. Part of the reason I entertained the sweetbutt flirtations was because I was on the lookout for Dusty. I actually thought she might end up being Down for the D Desi, but no, this whole time Dusty was parading around in a Daisy disguise.
I was so focused on Daisy’s tattoo, that I hadn’t even noticed that Cipher was already dressed and suited up. He clapped me on the back. “Don’t get any ideas, Prospect, she’s fucking mine. Also, don’t tell Guerrilla. Shit’s complicated.”
He walked out the door, leaving me alone with Daisy who was still lying naked on the bed.
“Don’t you think you should cover up?”
“Nah, it doesn’t bother me when men look at me. Does it bother you?”
I looked at her tits, and then at her hand that was moving down her body. She started rubbing herself and I forced myself to look away.
She giggled. “Prospects are so easily manipulated. Cat caught your tongue, Prospect? Nothing to say to me?”
I tried to remember the phrase Filly told me to say to Dusty when I found her, but all I remember was that it had something to do with snakes and cold blood.
“Asp bites cold blood.” No, that’s not right.
Come on Specter, think.
“What?”
Finally, the words came to me.
“When the asp bites, the blood runs cold.”
Daisy froze on the bed. “How the hell do you know that?”
“A little Filly told me. She wanted me to find you for her.”
Daisy covered herself up with a blanket, suddenly looking very vulnerable and worried. “Maybe I don’t want to be found.”
“Why?”
“Shit’s complicated.”
“Is it because of Guerrilla?”
She nodded weakly. “I never meant to become his Old Lady, but he gave me no choice. He was going to kill me if I didn’t. I try to pretend that I like his greasy hands all over me, but I hate it. He treats me like I’m his property. Phyllis would never understand that.”
“Who the fuck is Phyllis?”
“My sister. You know her as Filly. When she asked for volunteers to go undercover in our rival MCs I volunteered. I was tired of being under her wing all the time. I thought it would be easy. I’d feed her information when I could and blend into the club, then Guerrilla forced me to do heroin with him and I got addicted. He started feeding me other shit, too, and now I can’t stop. She’d be so disappointed in me. I don’t think I could look her in the eye. Our mother was a drug addict and she died because of it. Filly doesn’t touch the stuff, but me, I inherited our mother’s cravings. Now, I’m stuck. Guerrilla won’t let me leave him, not unless it’s in a body bag. I hooked up with Cipher a couple times for fun, but shit’s been getting serious and I don’t want to see him get hurt. Guerrilla is a bad man, and I’m pretty sure he’s killed someone before. I heard him talking about it in his sleep once. Some guy named Midas, I guess he was part of the club. I haven’t told anyone about it because they’d never believe me, Guerrilla has his hooks in everything. There isn’t anything that goes on in this club that he doesn’t know about. Hell, he’s got three side businesses going. He gets drugs from the Saints and transports and distributes it on the streets, wearing his Armada cut and everything. He also started a child prostitution ring. He’s got about twelve teenage runaways holed up somewhere that he sells for extra cash. It sucks how much I hear when he thinks I’m not listening. He’s running guns for the Scorched Brotherhood as well. He’s got a hand in every fucking club in this town. He knows I’m a Viper, and he uses that to his advantage. He said if I ever try to leave him, he’s going to chop my sister’s body up into pieces and feed them to me. That’s why I don’t fight him on anything. I don’t want my sister to get hurt.”
Fuck.
Guerrilla’s even more fucked up than I initially thought. I can’t believe he’s doing so much shady shit, and nobody knows about it. Not only is he running drugs for the Saints, but he’s running guns for the Scorched Brotherhood as well. And that prostitution shit? What the hell is that asshole thinking? He’s fucking insane. I gotta stop him, not because he admitted to killing me, but because if I don’t take him down, he’s going to bring the whole Armada down with him.
“I’m going to get you out of this, Daisy. I promise you that.”
“How? Nobody’s been able to take Guerrilla down in the past, he has too many friends in low places. If anyone challenged him, he probably would go underground. Nobody would find him then.”
I smiled. “Guerrilla hasn’t danced with a ghost before, and this ghost has a vendetta against him that won’t end in anything but blood. Cipher and I will protect you, Scythe too, when I tell him what’s going on. Don’t worry, Daisy, we got your back. We protect family here.”