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BUSH'S BARGAIN: CHAPTER ONE

Watching the cops handcuff the infamous Theodore Jordan and our two traitors, Trigger and Mouse, isn’t as satisfying as taking them to The Shed, but that’s the breaks. Too many witnesses made it necessary to bring in the cops instead of handing out justice vigilante-style.

I’m straddling my bike and fastening my helmet when Chrome slaps me on the shoulder. “Don’t look so glum, I’m sure we’ll have someone in The Shed for you soon enough.”

I chuckle, but then sober up. “Scorch?”

Chrome winces. “Don’t know yet, but it's a possibility. He fucked up and he knows it. We need to have Church to decide his fate. But not tonight. Tonight we’re having another party. I’m making Cicely my Old Lady, and we’ve put an end to Theodore Jordan. Time to celebrate without having to worry about a traitor.”

We arrive at the clubhouse to find Sammy waiting for us. He and the other prospects have cleaned and are putting out tables for food and restocking the bar.

“Margo?” Sammy asks Chrome.

“Is safe. Cicely brought her back to her father. She wanted to be the one to explain to Dr. Kemper about what his wife had done and how she died.”

“What about Father T?”

“The cops arrested him. They now know his identity and about the crimes he committed in San Diego. He won’t be getting out on bail this time. You’re safe at least from him and his men. But you should still stay in the clubhouse. Might want to call the DA tomorrow and see if you still need to testify.”

“I will. Thanks, Prez.”

Chrome breaks off to talk to Ice while Sammy hands me a beer. When Ice jogs down the hall to our club offices, I spot Crystal walking toward me. She glides across the floor in four-inch red heels that match the dress which barely reaches past her pussy. Her long legs eat up the floor as her hips sway seductively. I’ve had those long legs wrapped around me on several occasions, so I know how strong they are and how good they feel. Crystal is a beautiful woman who keeps herself fit. She moves between my legs.

“Hey, Bush,” she purrs as she runs her hands under my kutte and over my chest. “Want to get this party started?”

I grin down at her. “What did you have in mind?”

“I got waxed earlier, and the esthetician applied some edible lotion. Tastes like raspberries.”

“My favorite,” I growl as I hop off the barstool, lower my shoulder, and hoist her up. She giggles as I race up the stairs to my room. Tossing her on the bed, I shove her dress up so I can get a good look at her smooth pussy. The scent of ripe raspberries hits my nose when I lean in for a taste. “Fuck me, you taste like dessert.”

Crystal pulls her breasts out of the red dress to play with her nipples while I nibble on her pussy. I lick her folds as the juices gush. Sliding my hands under her ass, I palm her globes as I bring her pussy closer to my face. I rub my beard over her center to coat my beard with her juices. She moans and arches her back when I bite her sweet nub.

“Fuck me, gorgeous. I want you inside me. Give me your big, fat cock.”

Grabbing my wallet, I pull out a condom and drop it on the bed. Unfastening my belt, I take out my dick. Crystal tears open the foil to put the condom in her mouth. Levering up she uses her hot mouth to slide the condom on my waiting cock. She scorches me with her eyes as she takes me deep. I give her a couple thrusts before pushing her back onto the bed so I can align my cock with her opening. I slam inside as she screams out in pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah, baby, that’s it. Harder. Faster. Give me everything you’ve got.”

Wrapping my hand around her throat, I squeeze just a little as I pound into her pussy. Her eyes dilate as her velvet channel tightens around me. My legs tingle as my hips piston harder. I’m chasing my orgasm as hers builds to a crescendo. Reaching between us, I flick her nub once, twice, before she explodes. I pump three more times before I follow her over.

Taking off the condom, I tie it and dump it before refastening my jeans and belt. Crystal slides off the bed and disappears into my bathroom. A few minutes later, she’s back out with her dress in place and a satisfied smile on her face.

“Thanks, baby, that’s just what I needed,” she coos before striding out the door.

After she’s gone, I can still smell her pussy on my beard. But instead of the sweet raspberry scent, it now smells like overripe fruit going to rot. Stripping, I hop in the shower and wash away the day along with her scent. The last few days have been stressful, and sex is the ultimate stress reliever. I feel more relaxed, but I’m also feeling restless.

I’ve felt like a complete failure these past few days. We had a traitor in our family, and it’s my fault. I should have seen it coming, and I should have been able to identify the guilty member. Not only did I not uncover the enemy within, but there was more than one. That’s unacceptable.

The music starts downstairs, which tells me the party is getting underway, but I’m not ready to party. I have a stop to make first.

In the infirmary, I find Scorch lying on one of the beds with his eyes closed. His face is a mess. He has bruises and swelling from the beatdown Trigger gave him. I managed to land several punches on Trigger’s smug face before the cops arrived, so he’s sitting in prison with a face almost as messed up as his uncle’s.

“You here to kill me?” Scorch asks as he opens his eyes to watch me.

“No. Should I be?”

He shrugs. “I screwed up.”

“Yeah, you did. You fucked up bad. We caught up with Mouse and Trigger. Not sure if anyone told you.”

“Chrome stopped by. I wish you’d have brought them both back here, but prison will be good for them. It won’t be long before some of our friends inside pay them a visit.”

“Do you know why they turned on us?”

“Didn’t Chrome tell you? They didn’t like the direction the club was taking. Thought Chrome and the other Presidents were going soft. Didn’t like how much power the women were getting.”

“Heard you felt the same way. That you were the one who started complaining first.”

He sighs and nods. “You heard right. I grew up in a club that would have disbanded before they patched in a fucking cunt. When I patched in the only bitches in the clubhouse were the whores. The Old Ladies stayed home with the kids.”

“Is that what you want? To hang around with a bunch of misogynistic assholes so you can treat women like objects instead of people?”

He snorts. “Figures you’d see it that way. You put a woman before your club back home, didn’t you?”

I stiffen at his accusation, but I don’t rise to the bait. Because he’s right, I did choose to sacrifice my club to save the life of a woman. “I’d fucking do it again if given the same choice. No woman deserves getting gang raped by a bunch of assholes because her father couldn’t pay protection money. Is that the kind of club you want? The kind that rapes women on a whim?”

“No! Fuck, no. That’s not what I want. Jesus Christ. Stop putting words in my mouth. I just want a place where I don’t have to put up with women and all their shit. Is that too much to ask?”

I shake my head. “Whe the fuck says you have to deal with any of the Old Ladies? Ignore them if you don’t want to talk to them. This fucking clubhouse is big enough that you won’t have to be around them if you don’t want. All Chrome wants is for his Old Lady to feel comfortable here. He’s the President. No one but you thinks he’s asking for too much.”

I turn and leave the bitter man to his pity party. I’m done with him, for now. Whatever fate Chrome decides for him, I’ll support even if it is letting him remain in our clubhouse. However, I’ll be watching him around Cicely and any future Old Ladies.

Downstairs, the orgies are already starting. I spot Ice, Piston, and Stitch sitting at a table. Ice is shuffling cards, so I take a seat while waving a finger at Sammy to bring us beers. I’m studying my cards when Chrome sits down, pulling Cicely onto his lap. She’s wearing his property kutte and looks adorable in it. Chrome looks satisfied with himself as he positions her so she can’t see the orgy going on around us. I spot Crystal at the bar, bent over Arson, sucking his dick. I glance back at Cicely and feel a twinge of jealousy. It isn’t that I’m attracted to Cicely, but I find the idea of an Old Lady appealing. It hits me in the possessive feels.

I shake my head and tune in to the conversation in time to hear Chrome explaining to Cicely why Trigger and Mouse betrayed the club. Guilt washes over her face, but Chrome’s phone rings before he sees it.

“Yeah. Who is it? Okay, we’re on our way.” He ends the call and looks at me. “A woman is at the gate. She’s hysterical and crying. Pipes has only gotten out of her that you’re in danger.”

Standing, I toss the cards on the table and lead the way outside. Chrome and Piston are right behind me. There’s a cab at the gate. The driver is outside, leaning against the door, watching the woman plead with Pipes to let her in. I can’t see her clearly because the lights cast her in silhouette. However, as we get closer, I hear a familiar voice. One I haven’t heard in a long time.

“Pipes,” Chrome calls out, which grabs her attention. She sees me and lets out a cry.

“Bush, thank God. You’re in danger. He’s here. I saw him at my hotel. He chased after me. I think he wants to kill me.”

“Zara?”

“Who’s here?” Chrome asks.

“Menace,” Zara answers.

Chrome looks at me to explain.

“Menace was the SOA for the Adelaide Bushrangers. He’s one of the men I betrayed.”