Hades Knights MC Box Set, page 22
part #1 of Hades Knights MC Series
“Brice, Axle, and Hunter. I want you to do a run to Styx, make sure everything is good. No drugs, no prostitution,” Seth says, looking at the bros raising his right eyebrow.
“Yes,” Hunter says, smiling.
“Right,” Axle says, tilting his head up in an acknowledgment.
“Okay,” Brice says, smiling.
“We need all of you to do your assigned runs. We don’t have any extra jobs,” Prez Seth says, stroking his beard looking up at the logo on the wall. He then looks around the table at each brother.
“We voted, and it was approved to handle security for my sister’s birthday party. It’s in about twelve weeks. Dante, I need you to start getting the security in place. Rocco helps him out,” Prez Seth says, looking at me.
“Yeah, I’ll take care of it,” I tell him, crossing my arms.
I feel that this is going to be a pain in my ass: nothing but young girls at this party. Don’t get me started on the punks that will be there. Shit! I need to get the security in place and make sure that the brothers. Don’t touch the nice girls, especially my prez sisters.
Hell, this is going to be temptation heaven for my brothers. We don’t go around fucking with good girls, unless they attend our parties for a little fun, to enjoy some hot sex with wild outlaw bikers. Yeah, a little treat before they marry.
We have the club whores to provide for our needs. These women hang around with the hope of snagging a brother. They provide for our needs.
We don’t abuse the club whores like other clubs do, which means that we don’t prostitute them or make them do any drug trafficking.
The club whores usually live among us for a couple of years, some a little longer, and if they’re lucky, they become an old lady.
We have individual rooms for them on the backside of the building.
We’re the bad boy that nice girls love.
Fuck!
But, it’s like having meat in front of a pack of wolves and not expect them to eat it.
Fucking hell. What is Seth thinking?
I look at my brothers, Seth, Heath, Ryker, Dante, Carter, Chad, Rocco, Creed, Wyatt, Brice, Axle, Nicolas, and Colton.
“I know that I don’t need to ask for you to behave at the party. Do you have any questions? Then we’re done,” my VP Creed says, nodding. He looks at each brother.
Prez and VP are blood brothers, and they’re mean as they come. Yeah, they’re bastards, but they’re honest and fair.
“All good, no,” my brothers all respond.
Seth grabs his gravel and slams it to end the meeting.
We go wild pounding on the table as we do our ritual, our dogma before we leave the chapel.
“Hades Knights brotherhood! Honor, duty, respect, and fidelity! One for all and all for one!”
Then we walk out of the chapel, to start our runs.
I walk into the clubhouse towards the front room, that’s a bar and has billiard tables. The bar is open to customers if they have the balls to come in.
Yeah, the club whores are ready and willing twenty-four seven. On Fridays, the nice girls hang around to enjoy some of the biker’s dirty loving. Well, they ask for it, so they get it. What can I say? It’s our lifestyle. We don’t force a woman, because they’re willing to hand it to us.
I walk to the bar and ask the prospect Greyson; we call Son for a beer.
“Son, a beer,’ I say, leaning against the bar countertop.
A small hand creeps up my arm; I look down at the club whore, Stacy. She smiles up at me, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder. She looks at me with her huge shining chocolate eye.
“Hey Dante, I didn’t see you around last night,” Stacy says, pouting.
I gaze into her eyes, shaking my head.
“Yeah, I left on the run,” I say grinning, I turn to my side, leaning my arm on the bar countertop.
“Oh, ok. You’ll be around tonight,” Stacy asks, sliding her hand up my neck burying her fingers in my hair.
“What was it you needed,” I ask, chuckling moving my hands to grab her round ass. I lean down and kiss her cheek, moving my lips to her ear,
“I want you,” Stacy says, leaning in closer.
“Is that right,” I say, moving my lips across her jaw, then I pull back grinning.
“Yes,” Stacy says, giggling.
“I’m a little busy,” I say, looking over at Heath.
“Hey Dante, are you ready, or are you looking for a threesome,” Heath asks, walking up to us. He leans in close to Stacy, kissing her neck. He wraps his arms around her small waist.
“Yeah, I’m ready for both,” I say, laughing releasing her, I turn to grab my beer.
“Stacy, later,” Heath says, pulling away from her, smirking.
“Yes,” Stacy says, breathlessly looking at us both.
“Fantastic! Son get me a beer,” Heath says, chuckling leans on the bar countertop.
I take a long pull of my beer, winking at Stacy.
Seven
Georgina
I leave my job looking around the parking lot for Vince.
God! That asshole isn’t here.
I was hoping to see that guy that took time to see if I was ok. I think that he looks familiar, but I can’t remember where or when I met him.
I walk over to my car, gasping for air. I drive home in a hurry to get ready because I only have an hour.
My girls are picking me up, we’re going to the Hades Knight party, and I want to look sexy.
Hell yes!
I’m so excited because I’m finally going to meet the MC members, yeah, my brother's club.
Fucking hot.
I’ve heard so many stories from my girlfriends, yeah, the ones that can go to the Friday night parties.
I can’t because my brothers will have a cow. Damn it.
My girls say that they’re like walking hot sex. They even love my brothers, yuck, but that’s ok, they can have them.
I want to meet the one that all my girls say is fucking hot! A tall, ginger hunk with dark blue eyes.
My girl Brenda took a photo on her cell when she saw him at the Hades After Dark fight a couple of weeks ago.
Yeah, again, I’m not allowed to go, not even my two older sisters. Of course, my sisters don’t care.
Victoria doesn’t want anything to do with the MC, and Paige is too busy at law school to attend. She’s not interested in going to any MC events either because she says it would be a clash of interest.
Whatever, my sisters are silly. As far as I’m concerned, they wouldn’t be able to get a better man anywhere in Cali.
That’s how much I believe in the Hades Knights MC.
I bet that they will check them out at my party. I’m so excited that I want to shout and dance, but I don’t. I don’t want my Mom to stop this party or to ask Seth not to allow his brothers to come.
Hell, if Seth and Creed ever find out that I’m looking to hook up with their boy, they’ll cancel my party.
That’s not happening.
I’m so fucking happy that dad said yes.
I drive up to my driveway and turn off my small car. I open the car door, and I jump out, grabbing my purse from the center console. I run up the walkway to the door. Yeah, I insert my key, and the door opens. The house is dark, which means that nobody is at home.
Great!
I run down the hall and into my room. I grab my robe, walk down the hallway, and into the bathroom. I couple of minutes later, I’m pulling up my boots, and then I start applying some makeup. Not a lot because I’m not big on makeup but a little to look sexy.
My sister Victoria walks into our room, kicking off her high heel sandals.
“Hey you,” Victoria says, grinning. She walks over to her bed and falls onto the top of the bed, sighing.
“What’s up,” I ask, turning to look at her adjusting my earring.
“I had a rough day at work because I swear that all of the children’s parents were acting stupid,” Vicky says, raising her arms, bending them, and rests her face on her palms to look at me apply my lipstick.
“I’m going with my girls to the cage fights. Come with us,” I say, looking at her through the mirror.
Vicky sighs, closes her eyes, shaking her head. Her shoulder-length dark brown hair sways around her face.
“Oh no, I’m tired, and I rather stay home and read,” Victoria says, pushing up from the bed.
“God, Vicky, you need to get out. You and Paige never want to go out and have fun with me! You’re my sisters, and we’re only going to be young once! Come on, Vicky, there’s going to be tons of hotties. Come with me, we’re going to the Hades After Dark cage fights,” I say, turning around to apply my mascara.
“Uh, hmm, no. Maybe next time,” Vicky says, shrugging her shoulders. She leans over to grab her book from the nightstand.
“Oh my God,” I say, laughing. I pick up my hairbrush, pushing it through my long shiny black hair. I grin, shoving my hair back.
Yeah, I love it when my hair is working with me! I hum happily.
The door opens, and my older sister Paige walks in, smiling. She walks over to her bed, dropping her backpack. She turns to look at us placing her hand on her waist, her shoulder-length dark hair swings around her shoulders. She smiles at us; her light green eyes twinkle.
“Hey, I’m so happy that I’m home early today! I have lots of stuff to tell you! Gina, they’re looking for some legal assistance at the VAAM, Violence Abused Assist Mentorship, a nonprofit organization. They need help, do you want to apply with me,” Paige says, pushing off her booties.
“Oh my god! Of course, that would be amazing,” I say, nodding.
“Great! The pay is not much, but the experience will be amazing. Let’s go on Monday to apply,” Paige says, taking off her socks. She then walks over to the closet to get her sandals.
“I love the idea of helping out. That’s such a great organization, and I’ve always wanted to do something to help out. Yes, I’m free on Monday,” I say, looking at Paige crossing my arms under my breasts.
“Wonderful, I want to get there early,” Paige says, taking off her shirt. She pulls on her t-shirt.
“Wow, that’s amazing. That is a great opportunity,” Vicky says, smiling holds the book to her chest.
“I’m sure that you can help out too,” Paige says, looking at Vicky.
“Oh yeah? Hmm. . . I might join you two on Monday,” Vicky says, nodding.
“Oh yeah! That’s going to be amazing to be able to work together on such a great cause,” I say, bopping to the music on my cell.
Paige looks at me, placing her hands on her waist. Her forehead furrows, tilting her head to the side.
“Where are you going,” Paige asks, gathering her hair into a ponytail.
“I’m going to the cage fights with my girls. Do you want to go with us? Vicky doesn’t want to go,” I say, turning to look at her tilting my head to the side.
“Oh my, that sounds like fun! Not tonight, I have a group study,” Paige says, shaking her hair.
“Oh my god! Maybe next time,” I say, nodding.
My cell phone rings, and I answer, smiling. I look over at Vicky and Paige.
“Hi,” I say, walking over to pick up my purse from my bed.
“Hey, we’re out here,” Brenda says, laughing.
“Ok, give me a second,” I say, ending the call.
“Bye, sisters,” I say, looking at Vicky and Paige. Vicky is adjusting the pillow behind her back. She looks up, smiles, and waves at me.
“Yeah, later. Have lots of fun,” Paige says, turning to grab her backpack.
“Have fun,” Vicky says, opening the book.
“Thanks,” I say, nodding. I reach for my purse that’s on my bed. I walk out of my bedroom, down the hall, and turn the front door lock. I grab the doorknob, pulling the door open. I close the door before I run towards Brenda’s new car.
I open the car door, and I slide onto the back seat, grinning, dropping my purse on the passenger seat.
“Hey, I’m so excited,” I say, breathlessly pulling the seatbelt.
“Yeah, it’s going to be so much fun,” Linda says, moving her hand to push the button on the radio station. Her short blonde hair twirls around her shoulders as she bops her head to the music.
“Oh yeah, wait until you see them! They’re amazing,” Brenda says, laughing. She nods, driving down the street. She glances at me through the review mirror with her sparkling golden-brown eyes.
“Yeah? I’m looking for that one that I like in the photo,” I say, grinning. I adjust my hair and look out the window.
“Yeah, he’s going to be fighting tonight. I think that his name is Dante. I don’t know if you will be able to get close, but hey, we can try,” Brenda says, chuckling.
“Dante? Sweet, oh yeah. I’m going to try, and if not, I will have to go to the Hades party,” I say, nodding.
“Yeah, that sounds like a plan,” Brenda says, smirking.
Eight
Dante
“Colton, could you handle the security because I need to get ready,” I say, walking into the old warehouse.
“Right, no worries. The Hades Knights Lodi MC charter, from down south, is helping out. I’ll check on the Prez Preston, and VP Logan. I know that they have a few of their crew here,” Colton says, nodding looks out into the somewhat empty arena.
“Yeah, I did see their bikes parked on the side of the building. They love helping out since they always make a good profit on their bets,” Heath says, chuckling.
“Right, I’m going to get dressed and get wrapped,” I say, nodding. I turn to walk towards the dressing room, Heath follows me down the long wall. I walk into the dressing room, looking around for the coach.
“Coach Diego is late,” I say, walking over to the bench. Diego Ramos is the coach at the Hades After Dark gym.
“Do you need me to wrap you up,” Heath asks, setting his duffel bag on the bench.
“Yeah, give me a few minutes to change, and to do some warmups,” I say, dropping my bag on the bench.
I start changing into my black MMA shorts that have the Hades Knights MC logo on the side in black and white. I’m fighting in the heavyweight class, I always win. I’m confident that I’ll win this fight.
“Right, I’ll get some water bottles,” Heath says, walking out of the room.
I turn my head looking around for Coach Diego, rolling my shoulders. I crack my neck and start on my warmups.
Heath and Coach Diego walk into the room, talking.
“Hey, are you ready to kick ass,” Diego asks, walking over to me. He’ stands next to me, adjusting his black scarf tied around his forehead.
“Yes, almost done with the warmups,” I say, doing one more leg curl.
“Good, the drug dealer Gus is quick on his feet, he has a hard punch, but I know that you can get him down. Get him to tap out,” Diego says, leaning down to open his bag.
“Right, that’s the plan,” I say, nodding.
“I heard that this is your last fight,” Diego says, grabbing the stretchy wrap from his bag.
Diego likes to use the stretchy hand wrap because the woven elastic fibers enable the wrap to mold easily to the hand.
A minute later, I walk over to him, grunting. I extend my hands out, spreading my fingers.
“Yeah, I’m not fighting after this fight, but I’ll train at the gym and organize the cage fights,” I say, looking at Diego start the wrap. He wraps my hands in the Mexican wrap.
Heath returns, walks into the room, chuckling. I look at him, raising my right eyebrow tilting my head.
“Dante, the warehouse is packed! Lots of hot girls,” Heath says, standing next to me, crossing his buff arms.
Diego inhales and exhales whistling loudly. He chuckles, shaking his head as he wraps my hands.
“The Beast from the Dark Fallen Angels and his crew are here. He’s fighting the Anarchy Kings MC member Casper after your fight with the drug dealer Snake. It’s a fantastic evening,” Heath says, smirking.
“Yeah, the cage fights tonight to have a huge purse,” I say, cracking my neck.
“Fuck, the cage fights held here at the Hades After Dark is one of the best underworld fights. I love that the bets are fantastic,” Diego says, nodding.
“Fuck yes, that’s why we’ve worked hard on providing the best underground fights and proud of keeping it clean and safe,” I say, looking at the clock on the wall.
“You still have a few minutes,” Heath says, leaning against the wall.
“The brothers here,” I ask, looking over at Heath.
“Yeah, but Seth, Creed, and Nicolas are not coming because they’re with their old lady,” Heath says, smirking
“Fuck! They’re all into their old lady,” I say, frowning.
The Knights song plays over the speakers, Get up by All Good Things rock, pumping me up.
“Done, let’s go,” Diego says, walking to the door. He stops, turns to look at me walk up. We leave the room in a group, walking down the walkway towards the cage.
My heart is pounding; I’m pumped up and ready to fight. I look straight ahead, focused on the cage.
The referee yells out my name, yelling out my kickboxing stats. The crowd roars, whistles, and stamp their feet on the concrete.
I nod, as I jump in place to keep warm. I look out into the crowd. Diego slips the mouthguard into my mouth.
Snake walks into the cage, and the referee yells out his stats. The crowd yells.
I walk up to the middle of the cage, and Snake turns around to stare at me. We touch gloves, and the referee recites the rules.
“Let’s rumble,” referee Van says, stepping back.
I’m taller than Snake, but he has a long reach and a hard jab. His weakness is his inability to throw a combination of punches and kicks.
He throws four punches and deflects them with my arms. I keep my hands up to protect my face as I bounce, a strategic move, footwork that helps to produce additional force to punch.
We go around for a few minutes, in this sparring mode.
I see the opportunity to strike. I swing my arm back, and I hit him mercilessly on his jaw in a sequence combination jabs.
