Heart Ripper - Coffin Nails MC (gay biker M/M romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 9) (26 page)

David’s heart raced, and he grinned, squeezing
Raja’s hand as he was slowly realizing that Raja wouldn’t show this to just
anyone. “And you guys would own the bar, too? Like a company?”

“Profit margins would be low at first, but we
could work with that. Also, there’s many ways to put money in your own pocket
under the table when you own a bar,” said Raja

“Were you always this business minded?” David
walked alongside Raja, looking around the area, but in his mind, he could
already imagine this place thriving.

Raja shrugged. “Not really, but the way the
patchover originally went... it was a blow we hardly came back from, and as the
new president, I really need to make sure the club picks itself up from its knees.”

“Please don’t laugh, but it makes me think of
gardening. Like it’s not something that’s just there, but you need to give it
care and attention if you want it to blossom.”

Raja stopped and turned around to look at David.
His eyes were invisible in the shadows, but David had no doubt he was being
watched. In the end, Raja sighed. “Yes, exactly like that. I know not all my
men have the same faith in me that they had in the previous prez, even though
he’d been a right bastard. I need to prove myself. Build something on my own
terms.”

“What did he do?” Truth be told, David had heard
about ‘the previous prez’ of the Toledo chapter before. Head had been his
uncle. He had been the one to take Hunter in when Hunter no longer wanted to be
a part of their family and their religion. Mom didn’t like to talk about her
brother, and tried not to keep in touch with him. “The one time I met him, he
was so drunk I could have probably gotten intoxicated from standing next to him
and breathing the same air.”

Raja smirked and pulled David under his arm,
continuing down the corridor, to one of several open doors. “I know. He was a
fucking disgrace as a human being, but for the most part, he was good at his
job. But then both he and the VP died, and that was that. No one really mourns
them.”

They entered the large room, and David was shocked
to see stacks of cardboard boxes filling most of the space and even covering
the window at the back. Raja went on, pulling David toward the boxes. “I
suppose the guys that didn’t want the patchover just left. The club is so small
right now it’s pathetic, and we don’t have much to show for as it is. We need
this kind of place and a proper business of our own.”

“Have you been in the motorcycle club for a long
time? I’m guessing it’s a yes if you’re the new club president.” David looked
around in the darkness, once again unsure if they should even be here, yet he
found it too exciting to back out. The boxes didn’t seem dusty like the other
trash he’d seen around the building so far. Had someone left them here on
purpose?

Raja petted one of the boxes and smirked at David.

“Nine years now. High time I make adjustments to
our new, improved club,” said Raja.

David wasn’t sure what he was looking at. “Did
they always know you’re gay? Hunter told me some of the guys in your old club
were very homophobic.”

Raja licked his lips. “They were among the ones
who left. But no, I never shared this with them before I was suggested as the
new president. Then, I felt they needed to know. They decided to trust me with
this, and I’m not gonna disappoint them.”

“It’s… stressful to come out, isn’t it?” David
hooked his finger with Raja’s.

Raja swallowed hard and nodded as he opened the untaped
top of the box with one hand. “It does get better with time.”

David frowned at a stack of cartons that seemed to
contain some kind of medicine. “What is this? What are we doing here?”

Raja pulled one of the little cardboard packets
out of the container. “Cheap medicine from South America.” He pulled back the
flaps of another box. “Experimental antiviral medicine. Could be used by
HIV-positive patients. There is a lot of good stuff here that so many people
don’t have access to.”

David’s brain refused to compute. “But… what is it
doing here?” He grabbed one of the packets, unwilling to acknowledge that he
knew exactly what it was doing here. He just didn’t want to say it out loud.

Raja stretched and crossed his arms on his chest.
“You wanted me to be real with you, so I’m gonna go against my better judgment
and show this to you. This is all illegal cargo, and my c— I am distributing
it. There is obviously gonna be profit, but many of those drugs are not
accessible otherwise, whether because of the price of legal medicine, or
because the particular drug hasn’t been approved yet,” he said on a single
breath.

As messed up as it was, it hit David like a
boulder. Raja wanted to show him he trusted him with information that was
incriminating. And this was as
real
as it got. Raja was baring himself
and saying
take me or leave me
.

David entangled their fingers and squeezed Raja’s
hand. The drugs were illegal, but they were helping people, not hurting them
like heroin or the other illegal substances, at least that was what he was
telling himself. He wasn’t stupid. He knew it was in Raja’s best interest to
present his criminal activity as harmless, or even beneficial, but David loved
him enough to just go with it.

“I will always keep your secrets,” he whispered. There
was no turning back now. If Raja was whom David wanted, he would learn to
navigate the world Raja lived in.

Raja exhaled and blinked, squeezing David’s hands.
“Okay... wow, that went unexpectedly well,” he muttered, staring into David’s
eyes.

David was a bit breathless from all the anxiety
twisting inside of him.  “I mean… I’ve never seen anything like this, but
I’m not a ‘church boy’ anymore.”

Raja snorted and dropped the medicines into their
respective boxes. “I’m afraid you’d have to show me for me to believe it.”

David’s mind was throbbing with all the new
information, but everything was slowly slotting into place again. He leaned
closer to Raja, unable to resist the pull anymore. “I missed your touch…”

Raja kissed David gently, pulling him against that
firm, wide chest, and held him so close that when Raja leaned back, David’s
feet left the floor for a moment. “It’s good we have an agreement. Just... you
know, this is a secret. No one can know about those boxes. Not Hunter, not even
the guys at my club should know I told you about this.”

David nodded and wrapped his arms around Raja’s
neck. As silly as it was, sharing a secret this big, made David feel like they
truly belonged to each other now. Like somehow their relationship became more
equal through this. “You can trust me. Can I trust you?” He nuzzled Raja’s
beard.

“In what?” asked Raja, grinning as he pulled David
toward the door.

David swallowed, slightly embarrassed over what he
was about to ask for. “That it will be only you and me? I need to know I can
depend on you.”

Raja stopped in the corridor and looked down at
David, his face serious. “If that’s what you need.”

David’s broken heart was slowly growing back
together, and he leaned in for another kiss, overwhelmed by the closeness he
felt with Raja.

Raja smirked into the kiss and pulled his fingers
along David’s head, only to clutch at the tiny ponytail. “I think I can do that
if I have such a pretty twink waiting for my cock,” he said and led David to
the next room, which smelled of aftershave and mold.

David only had eyes for Raja, mesmerized and
excited. He was ready to kneel in front of him and give Raja’s cock the
attention it needed. “I think about you all the time,” he blurted out.

Raja’s nostrils flared, and he pulled his teeth
over the tip of David’s nose. “That’s how it should be. And now we can do more
than think about each other, huh?” he asked and reached out to turn David’s
attention back to the room. This one was much smaller than the one next door,
but also cozier, with even some old flower-printed wallpaper remaining on one
of the walls. There was a mattress in the corner, with a pile of blankets and
pillows on top, along with a few containers of nonperishable food and beer.
David imagined the wood blocking the only window worked as well as shutters in
this impromptu bedroom.

“Yes, yes, I want that,” he said breathlessly,
already reaching under Raja’s tank top, his movements fervent even before his
brain could decide that he was in a hurry. He’d never wanted anything as much
in his life.

Raja flicked his tongue over the front of David’s
lips and tossed him on the makeshift bed. The mattress dipped under David, and
he rolled off the pile of pillows, breathlessly watching Raja approach. He
unbuckled his belt never looking away from David. “I’ll show you who else
missed you.”

David bit his lip, and a tiny whimper escaped his
lips as he finally uncurled his left hand from around the bouquet and dropped
the flowers. “Did he?” It felt like forever since the last time he tasted
Raja’s cock, and he couldn’t wait to feel it inside him again.

“You bet. It’s still missing you,” whispered Raja,
falling to his knees in a way that had him straddle David’s chest. He rolled
his hips back and forth over David’s torso.

“Oh, God…” David gasped and ran his hands over
Raja’s thighs. They were just as thick as he remembered. “I will cherish it.
Suck on it so well.” Heat already engulfed his face, and yet again he realized
just how much he’d missed Raja. So big and heavy on top of him, a real man.

Raja put his large hand on top of David’s head and
pressed the front of his hips against David’s ribcage. “You didn’t rebound with
anyone, did you?”

David swallowed, struggling to focus. “N-no. I’m
all yours and only yours.”

Raja’s face relaxed into a bright smile, and he
leaned down toward him, opening his mouth already when a sudden metallic clang
came from the corridor, tearing through the silence. Raja froze, turning his
head toward the open door, listening.

David went silent as well, no matter how much he
wanted to plead for Raja’s cock. It couldn’t be the police, could it?

Something screeched, but it was the thumping that
followed that told David they were most definitely not alone anymore. His heart
galloped, and his stomach tightened as he watched Raja put his index finger
against his lips. David gave a fervent nod and remained motionless when Raja
slowly rolled off the mattress and crouched next to a travel bag.

Blood drained from David’s face when Raja pulled
out a gun and a holster. The steps were getting closer, but at some point
diverted from the way that would lead to their bedroom. David heard a soft
popping noise from afar, as Raja was taking off his boots. Were they in
trouble? What if it was one of the current owners, and he’d call the police to
chase away the intruders. Would this constitute burglary? David didn’t want to
be arrested!

In just socks on his feet, Raja rose almost
soundlessly while the noises close by became less rhythmical, coming in random
moments, as if the person was looking for something. Raja raised the gun in both
hands and approached the door in painfully slow steps. David watched him go
with a fluttering deep in his chest. He didn’t know what would happen now, and
for once, he absolutely hated that feeling.

Raja looked over his shoulder as he reached the
door and mouthed something soundlessly. David didn’t need to hear it to know
that he was being asked to stay where he was.

Raja’s temples pulsed, turning his vision into
grainy Technicolor as he took careful steps down the corridor. His feet carried
him toward the faint white glow coming from the room where they stored all the
cargo. The flashlight stayed still, which meant that whoever was in there wouldn’t
just rush outside at any moment. He was busy with tossing about the tiny boxes
that Raja could hear softly clattering against the wooden floor. The thief was
looking for something, but what had Raja on the edge was that the intruder knew
exactly what he was searching for. He’d gone straight upstairs and into the
right room. Did one of his brothers overshare in some bar after too many
drinks?

Step after step, Raja made sure the floor didn’t
creak beneath his feet. He could only hope David took his instructions to heart
and wouldn’t decide to follow him in some misguided attempt at courage. Raja
frowned at the sound of liquid being poured out of a bottle. Gasoline? Was
someone trying to burn their cargo? But the faint smell that came from the room
was more like that of a thoroughly cleaned public restroom. Not gasoline then.
Bleach?

By the time Raja reached the door, he wished
himself all the best and peeked in, only to be punched in the gut by the sight
in front of him. In the light of the large flashlight placed on the windowsill,
a man was pouring something all over one of the boxes. Countless packages were
already scattered all over the floor, some of them squashed or otherwise
broken. But what struck Raja even more was the immediate sense of recognition
at the back of his brain, before he could even think of the name.

He stepped inside and raised his gun, ready to
send lead straight into the traitor’s skull. “Blade!”

Blade twitched and turned around, already reaching
for his gun, but stilled with a look of utter panic and surprise on his face.
White as a sheet, eyes wide as saucers. He dropped the bottle of whatever he’d
been pouring over the pills. Raja could read his train of thought and knew
exactly why Blade wasn’t saying anything yet. There was nothing to say. Blade
got caught red-handed and would suffer the consequences.

Raja’s fury poured out of his mouth. “You filthy
piece of shit. We all invested in this. This is all we have!”

Something must have clicked in Blade’s mind,
because the stream of lies commenced. “Listen to me, brother. I had good
intentions. I want us to make better money with Detroit. This little project is
only pushing us off the right path. It will take months until we see any
results.”

“This is not for you to decide,” hissed Raja,
wounded by yet another betrayal. It had been a month, and he’d been actually
considering reaching out to Blade again. They’d been friends for such a long
time that the man deserved another chance despite his petty revenge earlier.
Not anymore.

“We had a vote, and you were on the losing side of
that vote. To the ground, hands at the back of your head!”

Blade groaned, but when Raja raised the gun and
steadied his arms to withstand the recoil, Blade followed the order. “You’re
making a big mistake. I know that deep down, the other guys will support me on
this.”

Raja squinted. “We’ll see about that when they
come over. Pray to not be on the losing side of
that
vote.”

*

“Aye,” said Spin, concluding their unanimous vote.

All air left Raja’s lungs out of relief. The dirty
green tiles of the old restroom at the back of the bar had most likely seen a
lot of bodily fluids, but blood? They certainly would tonight.

“Hold him up,” said Raja, pulling out his trusty
knife while Smurf and Pete grabbed Blade by the arms and pulled his unresisting
body off the floor. In the light of Blade’s own flashlight, his lips and cheeks
looked like slabs of tenderized meat, but Raja didn’t let his gaze linger and
went straight for the patches at the front of Blade’s cut. They went off one
after another, first from the front, then the back, and each cut thread felt as
if Raja were sawing through his own muscle. He and Blade had known each other
for years. They’d been friends, so what happened that someone formerly
trustworthy changed into a traitor who’d stab in the back not only the club but
also a friend? Was it because Raja came out? Was it jealousy over Raja’s new
position in the club hierarchy?

Spin took the patches out of Raja’s hand, silently
supporting him with his presence.

“Isn’t this enough?” Blade rasped. “Didn’t you
take enough from me already?”

Smurf smacked the back of Blade’s head before Pete
could stop him. “Take it like a man. You’re lucky we’re letting you off so
easily. Backstabbing motherfucker.”

Pete spat to the floor without a word. None of the
support Blade had hoped for was coming. It was over for him, and when the guys
pushed him down again, with one hand twisted away from his body so that it
would be level with the floor, Blade didn’t even try to fight.

Raja scooted down next to him and grabbed the
pinky and ring fingers of Blade’s hand, stretching them along the floor. “You
have a week to leave town. If you’re seen here ever again, you’re dead meat,
got it?”

Blade groaned, but despite his stony expression, his
breath was getting quicker. “One day you’ll see how it is to get everything
taken from you, and you’ll regret this.”

Raja looked Blade in the eyes and sawed his knife
into Blade’s fingers, pressing down as hard as he could. He couldn’t believe
this fucker’s nerve. To threaten him now of all times? Raja was never one for
mindless violence, but for once Blade’s scream made him feel a sense of
justice.

Once Raja was done cutting off the fingers, Blade
was heaving and bleeding all over the tiles with no more smartass threats to
voice.

Spin knelt next to him and quickly wrapped a
bandage over the bleeding gashes in Blade’s hand, but Raja was already done
here.

“Drop him off near a hospital,” he said to Smurf,
who gave a sharp nod and pulled Blade up as soon as Spin was done.

Raja slapped Blade’s face and held up his jaw,
making sure Blade would listen to what he had to say. “You try anything funny,
you try incriminating us in your little knife accident, and you won’t live a
day. Coffin Nails all over the country are gonna know your face, and they are
gonna track you down.”

Blade nodded but avoided meeting Raja’s gaze. He
was a sad sight, and casting him out felt like leaving a part of himself
behind, but there came a time when you had to cut your losses. They were better
off as a strong group of four than a bickering group of five.

“You want me to stay the night here?” Pete asked,
but Raja shook his head, hoping that David hadn’t heard much of the screams in
the room where he was still hiding. He couldn’t let anyone know a civilian was
here in the first place.

“No, I need to sort through this mess and count
our losses. But if you came by around ten in the morning, that would be very
much appreciated.”

Pete gave a short nod, and as Spin and Smurf
escorted Blade out, Spin looked over his shoulder and nodded at Raja as well.
The situation with Blade was a clusterfuck, yet nothing felt as good as knowing
that his brothers had his back. They said their good-byes, and Raja locked the
door, briefly resting his forehead against the wood. He was pumped out.

Slowly, he unglued himself from it and, step by
step, climbed back upstairs. But when he entered the room, he couldn’t see
David anywhere.

Raja’s lungs ached, and he looked around,
stumbling inside. “David?”

He sighed in relief when David’s pretty face
peeked out from under a dusty table in the corner.

“Is everything okay?” he whispered, looking up at
Raja.

It was such a relief to see him, Raja slumped
against the wall and reached out his arms toward David. He didn’t think he
could ever miss someone this much again, but the time without him, especially
that last week after the bitter truths spewed at the restaurant, he’d had to
face the fact that David made his life better.

David stood up and rushed into Raja’s arms, trembling
slightly when he melted into the hug. “I was so scared for you.” He put his
forehead against Raja’s shoulder, still so sweet and innocent, despite the
septum piercing or the edgy haircut.

Raja pulled him close and buried his nose in
David’s warm neck. “This is another thing you can’t tell anyone about. Not even
Hunter. I’m sorry,” he whispered, knowing that he was inevitably pulling David
a little bit closer to the fire.

“I won’t.” David took a deep breath and looked up
at him with those bright, trusting eyes. “Is it over now? What happened? I
heard Blade…”

Raja nodded, not wanting to ever hear that
nickname again. “He learned his lesson. You don’t need to worry about him.”

“Can you tell me how it all started for you? How
you got into the club?”

Raja’s lips stretched, and he laughed against
David’s skin, still savoring its warmth. “Smart way to change the topic. I met
my current VP, Spin, at a diner. He was bored so he talked to me, and it ended
up with him inviting me to meet his friends. I was homeless at the time, and he
offered me a place to sleep if I did some stuff around their clubhouse. And
then I stayed,” said Raja, eventually pulling away his face and leading David
toward the mattress. He needed the closeness now even more than he did before.

“That’s really nice actually. You seem to have a
vision for the club. No wonder your friends chose you to lead them.”

Raja smiled, elated by the trust and adoration
behind those words. It was as if for David he was more than a gang member...
more like a smart businessman looking for loopholes in the law.

“I’m sorry you witnessed all this. Believe me or
not, that is not how most of my days look like,” said Raja, dropping to the bed
and pulling David along.

David fell on top of him with a little yelp, but
Raja quickly rolled them over and ground his hips against David’s thigh. Oh,
how he missed sex. He hadn’t starved himself out this long for years.

David gasped, and his warm fingers were on Raja’s
back, trailing along the patches on his cut. “My life was so boring before I
met you. You’re a risk worth taking.”

Raja groaned and pulled on David’s hair, tilting
his head back to expose the pale skin of his throat. He showered it with
kisses, clinging to David with his whole body. “You’re so soft on the inside,”
he whispered, not even sure whether he meant David’s body or his sweet
personality.

David moaned and pressed his fingers harder
against Raja’s shoulder blades. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Raja loved the way David opened up his thighs to him
and accommodated his body, already inviting Raja for a feast.

“It means that I relax when I’m with you,” said
Raja, sitting up and pushing David to his knees in the process. He pushed
David’s shirt up. As tender as this moment was, Raja needed to get rid of the
tension within his body, and he knew just the way to do so.

David was already getting that flush on his cheeks
that Raja loved to see, so clear even in the semi-darkness. It awoke the wolf
in Raja every single time.

“With you, I’m uninhibited.”

“Really?” asked Raja, crooking his head to sink
his teeth into David’s pec while pulling his slim body close. Those planes of
smooth skin were such a pleasure to rediscover after a long time of drought.
“What stops you from getting wild then? What do you want right now?” teased
Raja, unzipping his pants.

David swallowed. “I’m usually afraid of what
people around me would think. With you, I can be myself. And right now I…”
Despite his bold words, there must have still been a lot of inhibitions left in
David, because it took him a few seconds to choke it out. “I want to suck you
off. I want you to slam your cock into my mouth like you did that first time.”
He lost his breath just saying it. “Hard, fast, making me gag, grabbing my
hair. And I will take everything you give.”

Heat scorched Raja’s brain, and he pulled David up
for a deep kiss, full of tongue and suction. His body trembled with excitement
even as he moved his lips down David’s neck. “Pull down your pants. I want to
see your dick too,” hissed Raja, pushing his own jeans lower and exposing his
groin.

David nodded, looking down between their bodies
with a hunger Raja had seen many times, yet it felt different with David. They
actually knew each other. With David, he could explore things that would have
been troublesome with a hookup. David pushed his jeans and briefs down, already
getting hard. Raja loved his honest eagerness and the no-holds-barred lust
expressed in the delicious scent of smooth skin and jerky, impatient movements.

Raja spat on his hand and grabbed David’s dick,
pulling on it in intense circular movements. The cockhead dug into his wrist,
and David panted against his lips, overcome with pleasure. “So you’re saying
you want to be plundered by my thick, merciless dick?”

David’s nostrils flared, and he ran his hands up
Raja’s chest, arching his dick to the touch. “I know, it’s a bit weird, but I
like to take it that way. I like to feel you’re in control. My mind is already
yours, so I want you to grab my body too.”

Raja moaned, excited beyond measure. “Maybe you’ve
been created especially for me,” he whispered and leaned back, pushing David’s
face down his torso.

David left wet kisses down Raja’s stomach. “I must
have. And for your dick. All I want is to have it fill me all the time.” He put
his hands on Raja’s hips and kissed the base of his cock. The way he was bent
over now, Raja could admire his tight round ass and think about all the ways he
wanted to fuck it.

David was pouring honey all over Raja’s ego, and
Raja felt even more compelled to satisfy the greed buried in this slim, lovely
body. He grabbed his cock and forced David back by the hair, moving the tip
just outside of reach of those supple lips. Fuck, this was hot beyond belief.
“I don’t know if you’re worth it.”